The next two months were so hectic Kurt and Blaine barely had anytime to themselves. The time that wasn't spent decorating and safety proofing the nursery, Kurt was running around trying to prove himself at his new job while Blaine attempted to prepare the store for his time away.
"Lacey," Blaine finally whined one day.
"Yeah, boss?" she teased not looking up from the records she was sorting through.
"I'm so sick of working all the time. I miss Kurt. So much."
"You live together, Blaine. It's not like you never see him."
"You'd be surprised. And when I do see him all we do is talk about the baby. Not that that bothers me but I miss it being just us ya know? We won't have any us time when the baby is born and we haven't even been having sex for –"
"What?" Lacey exclaimed finally looking up forgetting about the records completely. "You guys are usually all over each other. The baby's not even here yet, Blaine. What gives?"
"I told you! We've both been working all the damn time!"
"Go home!" Lacey ordered. "Go home right now."
"I'm not leaving you here to do all this work."
"I'm the manager now. I call the shots," she said adamantly.
"Actually," Blaine laughed, "Being that I own the place I'm pretty much still in charge. Besides, Kurt is working late tonight. I'm staying here."
"Fine, but next time Kurt is off I'm sending you home. I will get you laid damn it."
Blaine laughed. "What did I ever do without you?"
"Sat home with your instruments and wrote love songs about Kurt I assume."
"Never mind. I take back the compliment."
"What? No. I'm your best friend. And you can't get laid without me so suck it."
"When did this stop being a mature conversation between adults and become an argument between twelve year olds?"
"Pretty much since the day we met, Blainers. And you damn well better get used to it because I'm not going anywhere soon."
….
"Go home."
"What?" Kurt gasped. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Of course not!" Isabella insisted. "You're my best employee, but all you ever do is work. You have a baby on the way. You need to relax or you're going to push yourself over the edge. Take the rest of the week off and get ready for your daughter to arrive. Plus, I'm sure that gorgeous fiancé of yours misses you quite a lot."
Kurt blushed. "Honestly, Isabella, I'm fine. I'm already taking all that time off when she's born– "
"Go home this second or your fired."
Kurt eyes widened comically. "Isabella – "
"Don't make me bring out the pink slips."
I'll see you Monday?" he said nervously.
She nodded kindly. "Monday."
Kurt gathered his things and stepped out of the office. The first thing he did was pull out his phone to call his fiancé.
"Hey, baby," Blaine said brightly. "Calling me at work? That's so unlike you. You're always trying to be so professional even though you're already the bosses favorite."
"Isabella sent me home."
Blaine cheerful tone disappeared instantly. "Is everything okay? Are you sick? Is everything okay at work?"
"You're so paranoid. Apparently she is concerned that I'm doing too much and demanded I take the week off to prepare for Ashley to get here – "
"We're still not naming her Ashley," Blaine mumbled but allowed Kurt to continue.
"We'll see about that, sweet pea," Kurt replied confidently. "Anyhow, she said either I took the week off or I was fired."
"Wow, worst boss ever," Blaine said sarcastically.
"Stop. I love my job. I suppose I could be overdoing it just a little though…"
"A little?" Blaine scoffed.
"Fine," Kurt sighed. "A lot."
"She's right you need to relax. How about when I get home I give you a nice long foot rub, and then we can take a bubble bath together?"
Kurt audibly moaned at the suggestion.
Blaine was getting turned on simply from the sound. God, how long had it been since he had gotten laid? "Scratch that. I'm coming home right now."
"Really? You don't have to do that, sweetie."
"I promise, I want to," his voice came out much more gravely then he meant for it too.
Kurt smirked. "See you soon," he purred into the phone hanging up.
Blaine gulped. "Uh, Lace?" he called out into the store.
"Go get some ass, you dork," she called back.
He didn't even stop to consider the fact that there may have been customers who heard that comment and rushed out. "You're the best," he threw over his shoulder.
"I know."
….
When Blaine walked through the front door Kurt was already sitting on the couch with his feet propped up watching Project Runway. He looked up at Blaine and grinned. "Hey, gorgeous."
"Hey yourself," Blaine whispered leaning in for a kiss. Kurt pulled him down for more, but Blaine pulled away quickly.
"Ah ah. Later. First I need to give you the world's most amazing foot rub."
Kurt perked up. "You're perfect."
"Don't I know it?" Blaine smirked as he pulled Kurt's feet into his lap. He gently began rubbing his foot and Kurt leaned his head back in bliss.
"That feel good?"
"Heavenly. I feel like I've been on my feet nonstop for weeks."
"You really need this time off," Blaine said applying more pressure to his foot.
Kurt suddenly pulled away and hopped up.
Blaine panicked. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you, baby?"
Kurt laughed. "Quite the opposite. It was too much for me feeling how skilled your hands are and I am so ready for that bubble bath," he said skipping off.
Blaine quickly chased after him.
"You already ran the bath?" Kurt exclaimed.
Blaine nodded. "Don't worry. It was scolding hot earlier so it should still be warm."
How did I ever get so lucky?" Kurt cooed.
"Are you crazy? I'm marrying Kurt Hummel, the one and only. If anyone is lucky in this relationship it's clearly me."
"No," Kurt shook his head stepping closer.
"Yes," Blaine said softly into his ear unbuttoning Kurt's shirt and letting it fall from his shoulders and quickly pulled off his own shirt as well.
"Just admit I'm right," Kurt whispered against his lips. "You know I always am."
"Nope. Not this time."
Kurt pouted. "Please?"
"And admit I'm not the luckiest man in the world to have you? I don't think so."
Kurt lowered his hand down to Blaine's belt and slowly began undoing it. "Say it," he demanded as Blaine's pants along with his fell to the floor.
Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt dropped his own pants to the floor trying to resist.
Kurt began palming him teasingly slow. "Come on."
Blaine opened his mouth as though admitting defeat then pulled Kurt into the tub on top of him and kissed him until they were both gasping for air.
Blaine gaped up at Kurt and realized he was looking at him with more admiration then he swore he had ever seen from anyone. "What's that look for?" he asked softly.
"Marry me," Kurt whispered.
Blaine laughed heartedly unable to believe how much he loved this man. "I already am marrying you, silly."
"I know. But I don't want a someday. I want a now."
Blaine raised an eyebrow teasingly. "We can't just get married right this second."
"Says who?" Kurt demanded.
"The state of New York. We need to get a marriage license."
Kurt pouted. "But I want to marry you."
"Soon, beautiful."
"Not soon enough. Let's get married before the baby is born."
"What?" Blaine exclaimed. "You're serious?"
"I am."
"It would have to be in the next month, Kurt."
"I don't care. If anyone can plan a wedding that fast it's me and you know it. I've been waiting my whole life to marry the man of my dreams and it's you. Say you'll marry me?"