Day 24: Yearn/Children

A/N: I am going to play with the canon timeline just a tiny bit.

Kurt wasn't opposed to having children. Not at all. On the contrary, he and Blaine had discussed it on any number of occasions (the legend of little Fettuccine Alfredo was well-known among their inner circle). It was one of the many things they had talked seriously about once they got engaged, knowing that they were still far too young to actually start a family yet, but wanting to make sure they were on the same page when it came to the important things.

The topic had arisen a few times since the wedding. At the party held to celebrate their first anniversary, a tipsy Rachel had offered to be their surrogate. Two days later at brunch, a completely sober Rachel had repeated her offer. After much consideration, the couple agreed. When the time was right, Rachel would be their surrogate.

But for one reason or another, it never felt like the "right" time. The last time they discussed it, their conversation had ended with a teary-eyed Kurt confessing to Blaine in the darkness of their bedroom that he still wasn't ready. He knew Blaine was – Blaine always seem to get there first, after all – and Kurt felt guilty for holding them back. Blaine held him close that night, kissing his hair and telling him that there was no rush. It was something they would do when they were both ready, and not a moment before. He promised Kurt that when the time was right, he would know. From anyone else, the words would have sounded trite. From Blaine, they were everything.

It should have come as no surprise that these memories would surface as Kurt stood in the doorway of a classroom at Harvey Milk Elementary School. He and Blaine had just finished performing with the children, singing with them about dreams and encouraging each of them to be whoever they wanted to be. Kurt was speaking with their teacher for a few moments afterwards when the sound of laughter from across the room drew his attention. There was Blaine, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to a little boy. The boy was gazing up adoringly at him, laughing at some silly story Blaine was acting out with a pair of hand puppets. The little boy's blue eyes sparkled, his dark curls bouncing as he threw his head back and laughter once more. Blaine was fully invested in the performance, doing different voices for each puppet and making exaggerated faces, pure joy shining from his eyes.

The feeling rushed through Kurt with a force that nearly took his breath away. It was that sudden tug deep in his chest – that yearn he could only recall feeling a few other times in his life. He had felt it the first time he had stepped onto a stage. He felt it the day a Dalton boy took his hand and offered to show him a shortcut. He felt it the night he refused Blaine's invitation to Artie's afterparty and told him that he wanted to go to his house instead. He felt it in a barn in Indiana when he looked in Blaine's eyes and agreed to become his husband.

Belonging. Right. Home. Want.

Yes.

Somehow, he held it together until they left the school and started walking back towards the subway. As they passed a billboard for Rachel's Broadway show, "Jane Austen Sings," Kurt summoned his courage. "So, you know how Rachel's show is closing next month?" he began, hoping Blaine couldn't hear the tremor in his voice.

"Yeah," Blaine replied in a slightly wary tone. He glanced sideways at Kurt, but held back, waiting to see where this conversation was leading.

"Well, I was thinking," Kurt continued, his grip on Blaine's hand tightening slightly, "um, I was thinking that we should call her."

"Sure," Blaine agreed. "We could maybe take her to dinner to celebrate her successful run," he offered.

Kurt chuckled at himself and shook his head. He didn't know why he was so nervous about this, after all. He stopped walking, pulling Blaine to the side by their joined hands. Blaine looked at him questioningly. "Kurt?"

"Blaine, I want to call Rachel. I'm ready to talk to Rachel," he repeated slowly.

In a matter of seconds, realization dawned in Blaine's face, his eyes flying open wide. He grabbed Kurt's other hand in his own, squeezing them both tightly. "Oh my God, Kurt! Really? Are you sure?" he asked, tears beginning to glimmer in his hazel eyes.

Kurt nodded vigorously, blinking away tears of his own. "Yeah," he affirmed breathlessly, throwing himself into Blaine's arms and kissing him soundly. He broke the kiss and squealed giddily when Blaine picked him up and swung him around in circles.

Blaine set him back on his feet, pulling him close and kissing him softly. He brushed his fingers gently down Kurt's cheek and smiled. "I love you, Kurt. You make me so happy," he whispered.

Kurt closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. "Now you know how happy I can be," he sang quietly in response, knowing in his heart that the time was finally right for their next dream to begin.

A/N: Finally! I hope you enjoyed this final chapter of the challenge. Thanks for sticking with me as I dragged myself across the finish line. Merry Klainemas to all, and to all a good night.