AN:
OMG I am soooo sorry I haven't updated in forever. I have had so many exams and I wasnt sure how to write this chapter. I think I'll write three chapters of them telling people; one chapter for Kurt's parents, one for Blaine's parents and one for friends maybe. If you want a chapter where they tell the New Directions let me know because I'm not sure if that's a good idea or not. Also thank you for all the reviews I can't believe I've gotten over 25!
Disclaimer: spoiler alert, I still don't own glee
Blaine turned into the driveway of Kurt's childhood home and twisted the keys in the ignition. The journey from New York to Lima had been long and getting out of the city was a nighmare despite the couple getting up at four in the morning to avoid rush hour. By the time they'd reached the highway they were exhausted, and that was prior to getting a flat tire twenty kilometres from the nearest town. Needless to say, Blaine was immensly relieved to have finally reached their destination. He pocketed the keys and reached for the handle when he glanced towards the passenger seat and realisation washed over him; Blaine had a problem.
Kurt's head was lolled back against his seatbelt and his lips were partially parted. A soft snore escaped his lips and a smile crept across Blaine's face. Kurt appeared at rest as he always had when slumbering. The stress and angst he so often wore upon his face, especially during his years of torture at the hands of bullies, faded away into his dreams. This was the problem, you see; Blaine always felt guilty for disturbing his sleeping angel and therefore could never bring himself to wake Kurt. He was just too cute.
Carole rapped on the window drawing Blaine back to his immediate surroundings. Blaine held his finger to his lips and Carole grinned as she swung the door open and pulled him in a tight embrace. "You're going to have to wake him," she gestured to Kurt who now had a thin line of drool dribbling down his chin and pooling on his shoulder.
Blaine reached out, gently cupping Kurt's cheek in his hand. Kurt leant in to Blaine's touch, as if even in sleep he felt a burning desire to be close to his beloved. "I can't wake him; he desrves the rest. The trip here was quite stressful and he drove most of the way.
Carole frowned slightly, "We can't just leave him in the car." Blaine nodded in agreement and stood, moving around the car to the other door. He brushed a lock of hair off Kurt's face and bent over him, scooping his heavy frame into his arms. Blaine's knees buckled slightly but he managed to straighten up with his husband in his arms albeit he appeared rather strained. Consequently Kurt released a moan and buried his head in Blaine's neck to shield his eyes from the scorching light of the world. "Shhh," Blaine murmured softly while shifting Kurt to a more comfortable position. Blaine carried him past an amused Burt and up the stairs where he laid him to rest undisturbed.
Kurt's eyes fluttered open and he rolled over in a daze. Slowly he began to take in his surroundings and became increasingly disoriented. Somehow he found himself in a completley different place to where he had fallen asleep; he was curled up on a soft bed wrapped in a pile of fluffy blankets. He eased himself up onto his elbows and glanced around the room, his room. It had been a while since Kurt had visited Lima and even longer since he had lived there but everything was still exactly where it belonged from the photos of his friends to his old copies of vogue.
A smile spread across his face when he realised that Blaine must have carried him up here after he had fallen asleep in the car. He stood and examined the shelves which held the most precious relics of his childhood; objects both treasured and forgotten captured perfectly the story of his life. An intricately carved frame held the image of a young Kurt wrapped tightly in his mother's arms; a faded, chipped pink tea set from the many tea parties hosted in the home's garden was worn from use; a paper doll wearing a carefully designed dress had fallen over and a jewelled fairy wand sparkled in the light. It was in this space that Kurt had felt safe to do as he pleased: to play with Barbies, scribble outfit designs and belt out the lyrics to songs as loudly as his little lungs allowed. In was in this space he had grown and matured into who he was today.
Kurt found it odd to look back on his childhood as a thing of the past, something that had slipped through his fingers and just out of reach. Not only was he no longer a child who looked up to everyone around him, but soon to be a figure to which a child looked up to. Someday soon a different set of shelves would tell a different story. His own child would stand on tiptoes to place their own prized posessions on display for the world to see. Blaine and him would stand and watch their child grow and explore, and occasionally fall, offering guidance and a safe refuge whenever neccessary.
Kurt wandered through the hallway and down the stairs, a thousand memories dancing through the air around him. He entered the living room and a cheery scene met his eyes; Blaine was lounged on an armchair talking animatedly with Burt and Carole who were seated on the lounge opposite him. The conversation paused as the attention shifted to Kurt. Kurt nearly ran across the room as he threw himself into his father's arms. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, son." Burt admitted as he hugged him tightly. Kurt chuckled and turned to Carole whom he also hugged before kissing her on the cheek. He then turned and crossed the room climbing on top of Blaine in the chair and laughing when he let out an oomph.
"We're so glad you could come and visit, it feels like forever since I last saw you two." Carole smiled at the two boys.
"Well you can thank Blaine for that. He arranged it all as a surprise." Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes which were filled with their usual love and respect for his husband. "And also we have some news which we wanted to tell you in person," Kurt grinned mischievously.
"Well go on," Burt said. "I'm all ears." Burt had never been one to be particularly patient or fond of surprises.
"Well..." Kurt once again glanced at Blaine, silently seeking his approval to continue. Blaine nodded and pecked Kurt on the cheek, reaching out to wrap his arms around his waste. "We're having a kid. Rachel's going to be our surrogate and she's going to the hospital today to be inseminated."
Burt froze and Carole clasped her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with shock and joy. "Really?" Carole gasped.
"You're going to be grandparents," Blaine confirmed happily. Burt leapt up from his chair pulling Kurt up off his seat and into his arms.
Burt stepped back but kept Kurt in his grasp, staring at him in wonder. "You're going to be an amazing parent, Kurt. Both of you." Burt released Kurt and wrapped Blaine in an equally loving hug. "I couldn't imagine anyone who would be better to raise a kid." Carole having recovered enveloped both men in her arms in turn, tears streaming down her cheeks. After some time Blaine and Kurt were finally freed from Burt's and Carole's embraces and kisses and they all settled back into their seats.
"How did you end up using Rachel?" Carole enquired curiously, eager to be brought up to speed on the recent happenings she had evidently missed.
"She actually volunteered," Blaine replied. "We mentioned to her and Jesse we were looking into starting a family. A couple days later Rachel called us and invited us to coffee. Rach told us she wanted to be our surrogate if we'd allow it and of course we said yes."
"Remind me to buy that girl a car," Burt proclaimed. "Or anything else she could possibly want."
Kurt chuckled, "I'll tell Rach you said thanks."
"Who's kid is it?" Burt questioned. "Biologically, I mean. Not that it affects anything."
"Mine." Blaine grinned dopily at his husband, "Although I couldn't care less so long as I get to raise them with Kurt. We drew straws to decide."
"I don't suppose they'll inherit that mop of hair," Burt smirked. Everyone burst into laughter and Blaine shrank back in the chair as though trying to disappear.
Kurt roared with laughter as he pulled his sheepish husband close, "That's what I said!"
AN:
Another apology for not updating in forever! Don't worry though this story is far from over. Please let me know if they should tell all their friends separately or all together or if I should even write them telling them at all. Please, please leave a review. It only takes a second and it really does make my day! 3 you!