Disclaimer-I do not own Glee...if only.
Dancing Through Life
by-andthenIfound5dollars
A/N: If you are loving this, come say hi to me on Tumblr! ConstantlyintheCorner
"Lucy! I'm home," Blaine called in his best Ricky Ricardo impression as he dropped two bulging bags of Chinese food on the table by the door and shrugged out of his coat.
"Oh Ricky," Kurt cried as he walked out of the office and over to where Blaine was standing. "Why you never let me be in the show?"
Blaine laughed as he tilted his head up slightly to kiss his husband hello.
"I think that was a little more Agador from 'The Birdcage', than Lucy." Blaine grinned, wrapping his arms around Kurt and leaning in for another kiss.
"Eh, I took creative licenses," Kurt finished with a shrug. "How was your day, dear?" he asked as Blaine headed back to their bedroom to hang up his coat and change his shirt. Kurt walked the bags of food into the kitchen.
"Meetings and a dance rehearsal," Blaine answered, his voice muffled as he pulled on his favorite NYADA hoodie.
"Blaine! How much food did you get?" Kurt asked, his eyes growing larger as he continued to pull containers of food from the bags.
"Uh, yeah," Blaine called, walking into the room and over to the table. "I may have gone a little bit overboard. I was pretty hungry and couldn't make a decision. We always eat the leftovers," he finished with a sheepish smile, setting his chin on Kurt's shoulder.
"I'm texting Mel, see if she's hungry," Kurt decided, pulling out his phone and shaking his head. "There's no way we can eat all this before it goes bad."
Blaine shrugged and smiled as he kissed Kurt's cheek.
Kurt pulled up the camera on his phone and snapped a picture of the massive amounts of food with the caption: Please tell me you're hungry, Blaine decided the two of us needed to eat all this, I need reinforcements!
":) starved, be up in a sec."
"Mel's on her way," Kurt announced as he pulled a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge and grabbed some glasses and plates from the cabinet.
Mel knocked just as Blaine had finished setting the table.
"Hiya boys," Mel smiled as she walked through the door and down the hall. She dropped her phone and keys on the counter before walking around the table to sit.
Kurt poured her a glass of water. "How're you feeling today?'
"Fine, my hips and back have been aching just a bit...but other than that, I'm okay," she answered, nodding to Blaine who was handing her a container of Lo Mein noodles. "I had that book signing and reading earlier today, then came home and took a nap. That seemed to help."
"Every time you say 'reading', I always think of you dressed like Miss Cleo or something." Kurt chuckled as he sat down and pulled the container of Beef and Broccoli over to dump onto his plate.
Mel and Blaine looked at him and laughed.
They kept up a pretty easy conversation through dinner, chatting about this and that. It wasn't until everyone was mostly finished that Blaine started complaining to them about his new show, the music the powers that be wanted to cut and how long it took him to get that arrangement just right…
"So even though my actual job is the music director, we still haven't found a lead, so I'm still taking on all the understudy responsibilities so we can continue the workshop, and these dance rehearsals are about to kill me...Mel, you okay?" Blaine paused.
Mel shook herself out of the daze she had settled into, listening to Blaine talk.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I was listening, taking on all the understudy responsibilities?"
Blaine looked over at Kurt.
"Honey, what's up? You look kinda down," he said.
Mel shook her head and sat back in her chair a little, stretching her back out from sitting in same position too long.
"I'm okay," she assured them. "Kind of tired, but okay."
Kurt looked at her like he didn't believe her. Blaine rolled his hand to motion for her to keep going. She sighed and put her chin in her hand.
"I just...didn't have the greatest of mornings," she finally admitted.
"Is the morning sickness back?" Blaine asked, leaning over to rub her back a little.
Mel shook her head. "No, thank god. I still get bouts of nausea, but nothing like it was those first few months." Blaine nodded his head in relief, but Kurt wasn't satisfied.
"So, what's up?" he asked.
Mel looked at both of them, tears welling in her eyes.
"I've grown out of all my clothes," she finally choked out, willing the tears not to fall. "I woke up this morning, and the dress I was going to wear didn't fit, and then all three pairs of pants I tried wouldn't button. And I just...ugh my friend Jamie told me she didn't wear maternity clothes until she was almost six months!"
"Okay no, I'm calling foul on that one." Kurt announced as Blaine continued to rub Mel's back soothingly. "She may not have worn 'maternity clothes' but there is no way she wore the same size all six months, no way in hell."
"Kurt," Blaine scolded.
"I'm just sayin'," Kurt exclaimed, throwing up his hands. "Don't measure yourself to someone who 1, isn't telling the truth and 2, isn't you and doesn't have your body."
"Yeah, this fat, and swollen, completely unsexy and..." she trailed off.
"Mel, you are so beautiful," Blaine assured her.
Mel snorted as she put her head in her hands and rubbed her eyes.
"Says you, you sleep with men."
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other in bewilderment, not sure if they should take that as an insult or-
"Wait," Mel said lifting her head up. "That came out wrong, I just meant that you wouldn't want to sleep with me...or, wait. No, oh fuck it, I give up," she moaned, putting her face back in her hands. "Just forget I said anything."
Suddenly something dawned on Kurt and he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. "You're horny, aren't you?"
Blaine glared at Kurt like he had suddenly sprouted a second head, but Mel just groaned and nodded.
"Yeeeees," she moaned. "It's been so long since I had sex, and I'm soooo..." she paused and widened her eyes to get her point across. "And then this morning when nothing fit, I just kind of flew off the deep end and cried on the floor of my closet for twenty minutes before I made a pair of black yoga pants work...still feeling like the least sexy person in the entire world."
"Aww, honey," Kurt cooed, reaching his hand across the table for her to take. "I can't really do anything about the sex thing...but I can sure as hell do something about your clothes."
Mel looked up and wiped her eye where a lone tear had betrayed her and was threatening to fall down her face. "Really?"
"Of course," Kurt assured her. "I'll start working on it tonight, in fact. We can go shopping and find some pieces that will fit, and I can design and tailor some beautiful dresses and scarves made just for you."
"That would be so amazing, you have no idea. I have all these press events next month, and I can't wear yoga pants all the time."
"Of course you can't," Kurt agreed, "We want you to be as comfortable as possible, Mel. You know we would do anything for you."
Mel smiled and bit her lip. "Not playing fair, you know my hormones are going crazy, you can't just say things like that and not expect the water works to flow."
Blaine got up and moved to the chair next to her to pull her into a hug.
"And, well...we really can't do anything about the sex thing," he started. Mel sobbed out a watery laugh and shook her head. "But how about we start going out a little more. Maybe go see a movie or go out to dinner instead of eating in all time? Make you feel a little less isolated?"
"We're so sorry we didn't see it before," Kurt frowned.
"Hey, no," Mel assured him. "This is in no way your fault. I'm just hormonal and extra needy lately. I'm okay, really."
"Yeah well, you're hormonal and extra needy cause you're carrying our child," Blaine protested. "We should have been more aware of how you've been feeling."
"Guys, seriously, stop. I'm not trying to put a guilt trip on you, so don't put one on yourselves. I would love to go out more, and Kurt, if you could help me with some clothes that actually fit, that would be so freaking amazing, I can't even tell you. But don't blame yourselves or feel like you did something wrong, because you didn't."
"Tomorrow. Come to my office tomorrow and we will get started, okay?" Kurt told her, nodding like he understood, but he wasn't about to let himself or Blaine off the hook.
"Deal."
xoxo
Mel walked off the elevator on the eleventh floor of Kurt's building. She had been to his office a few times and knew it was at the end of the hall…but she hadn't met his new assistant.
"Hi," Mel smiled as she walked up to the desk in front of Kurt's office space. "My name's Melissa, I think Kurt is expecting me."
The young woman smiled as she stood up. "Yes, of course, I'm Jocelyn," she held out her hand for Mel to shake. "Kurt's in a meeting, but he told me to come get him when you got here.
"Can I get you anything? Tea? Water?" Jocelyn asked, smiling warmly as she led Mel into Kurt's shared office, showing her to his desk.
"Actually, water would be great," Mel nodded. "Thanks."
"No problem. Make yourself at home and I'll grab Kurt."
Mel walked around the desk, her hand rubbing gently on her growing belly as she looked at pictures of Kurt and Blaine on Kurt's desk. She smiled as she lifted the one that was obviously from high school. They both looked so young.
She heard her friend before she saw him.
"John is going to take notes on the rest of the meeting and bring them to you, could you transcribe them and email it to me?" she heard Kurt ask Jocelyn.
"Sure, here. This is for you and Mel."
"Great, thanks."
Kurt walked into the creative office with two bottles of water in hand and brown folders under his arms.
"Hey beautiful," he sang as he walked in. Mel turned and smiled.
"High school?" she asked, holding up the picture frame.
Kurt laughed as he walked over, handing her a bottle of water.
"Yep, Dalton…where we met," he answered, stacking the folders under his arm on his desk and motioning for Mel to sit down in his chair.
"Private school blazers? I thought you guys went to public school together?"
"We did. I transferred to Dalton for part of my junior year and that's when we got together. Then I transferred back and he followed me the next school year," Kurt explained while he checked some numbers against his notes, then signed the purchase orders Jocelyn had handed him.
"So romantic," Mel cooed with a smile.
"Mmmhmm," Kurt hummed as he stacked the folders. "It was at the time, that's for sure."
Mel had a feeling there was more to that story, but Kurt had the face that said he didn't want to talk about it just yet.
"So," Kurt smiled, rubbing his hands together. "I pulled some fabric choices, all giving materials, and did some sketches last night," he explained as he slid open his tablet and clicked to the file he wanted. "I was thinking we could do a few wrap dresses, that way they can sort of 'grow' with you and when the time comes I can alter them to fit you," he finished pulling one of the other chairs over to sit next to his friend, showing her what he had been working on. "I'll make them long enough that you can wear them now while it's warming up and starts to get hot, but as it gets cooler you can pair them with some leggings if you want."
"Kurt, these are beautiful," Mel whispered, covering her mouth as she flipped through sketches of three similar, but different styles.
"Of course they are." Kurt agreed with a smile and a nudge. "I was thinking we could do the dresses in bright colors, and then pair them with some fabulous patterned scarves and maybe a blazer or two for more professional settings." Mel nodded as Kurt continued.
"So today, I'll get some of your measurements for the pieces I'm gonna build from scratch, we'll go over what fabrics you like…" he paused for dramatic effect and Mel raised her eyebrows. "After that, Shopping!" he sang.
Mel groaned and Kurt laughed.
"We can get a suit and some jeans that I can alter to fit you, then some cute tops and comfortable shoes," he finished, emphasizing the comfortable to which Mel nodded gratefully.
"I hope we can find something, last weekend I went shopping and ended up sobbing in a dressing room," Mel groaned again. "I couldn't find Anything."
"Oh honey, you just didn't know what to look for," Kurt soothed. He put an arm around her and squeezed he shoulder gently. "Just because something doesn't fit right in the store, doesn't mean we can't make it fit right."
Mel nodded, she trusted her friend and knew he would make her look beautiful.
"And we'll both get something fabulous to wear on Saturday. Blaine is going all out, planning this big night for us," Kurt laughed.
"I'm excited, he texted me this morning saying he got a reservation at Rumplestiltskin, and I read they were booked for months."
Kurt nodded, motioning for her to stand up and follow him.
"Yeah the director of his show knows the owner, Blaine called in a favor." He pulled out a little stand for Mel to step up on. "And you should feel pretty special, cause I've been wanting to go for months and he didn't pull that favor out for me."
"Well, you're going aren't you?" Mel laughed as Kurt pulled his measuring tape from the desk drawer and walked over.
"Yep, so I get to benefit from his love for you," he joked.
"So," he started after a few quiet moments. "Be honest, how much have your boobs grown?"
Mel cracked up.
"Almost a whole cup, I had to buy new bras!" she laughed. "But I bought them with a little give, so they should last the rest of the pregnancy, let's hope."
Kurt nodded as he measured three different spots on her arm, the circumference of her neck, shoulders, and breasts; making note of each size on a piece of paper. He leaned down to rest on his knees and measured the distance from her hip to the floor, then her inseam.
"Are you planning on making a pair of pants?" Mel asked, smiling down at him.
"Ha ha," he lamented, recording another set of numbers and looking up at her. "No, I'm not. But I always do all the points, because as soon as I start to cut some fabric...I'll need a measurement I don't have, and that pisses me off.
"Besides, I'll need them for your alterations anyway."
As he moved to wrap the measuring tape around the top of her belly, he seemed overly conscious of where his hands were.
"You can touch the bump, I'm not going to be offended." she joked softly.
Kurt shook his head.
"When our friend Tina was pregnant, she used to tell Blaine that she would get so pissed off from everyone being all over her all the time."
"Everyone? Yes. You and Blaine? No," Mel assured him. "Really, go ahead. I finally popped a few days ago. It's probably why all my clothes stopped fitting."
Kurt looked up at her and bit his bottom lip.
She nodded and reached for his hand. She set it against the small but, still very much there, bump of baby under her skin.
"Oh my god," he breathed out, his other hand coming up to rest against her tummy as well. "Hey sweetheart."
They both stood there for a few quiet moments.
"Have you felt any movement yet?" he finally asked, looking up at her.
Mel smiled but shook her head.
"No," she said. "But the other night, I was climbing into bed and as soon as I settled down, I felt like...bubbles," she laughed.
"Really?" he asked, his smile lighting up the room.
"Really," she nodded with another quiet chuckle. "It felt like he or she was just blowing bubbles from the inside. I couldn't feel it on my skin, but I could definitely feel it inside."
"That is amazing." he whispered, his hand stationary but strong on her belly.
"It won't be long now, though." Mel told him. "The books say anywhere from sixteen to twenty weeks."
Kurt nodded. "Promise to call us when you do?" he asked as she smiled down at him again.
"I promise."
xoxo
Kurt was already in bed by the time his husband made it home late that night. He was sitting up, resting against his pillows with his computer on his lap and his tablet laying next to him on the bed.
He was staring off into the distance, twirling his wedding ring around his finger and lost in thought, when he heard the scratch of Blaine's key turning in the lock.
Blaine dropped his bag on the floor by their bedroom door as he walked in and flopped face first on the bed next to Kurt.
Kurt chuckled and laid his hand on the back of his husbands neck. "Long day?"
Blaine mumbled something incoherently into their bed before taking a deep breath and turning his head.
"If you could pick me up and carry me to the shower, that would be great," he sighed, turning over fully and scooting up so that he was lying completely on the bed next to Kurt. "I need to wash this disgusting day off my skin."
Kurt tsked as he moved his computer and tablet from the bed and dropped them very carefully on the floor. He scooched down so he and Blaine were eye level. Blaine lifted his arm and Kurt snuggled in, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder with a sigh as Blaine wrapped his arm around his back. "Bad?"
Blaine shrugged as he yawned and closed his eyes. "Just long, with people being ridiculously dramatic about...about literally nothing."
Kurt hummed as he rested his hand over Blaine's beating heart and closed his eyes.
Blaine lifted his free hand and tangled their fingers together on his chest. "How about you? How was your day?"
Kurt shrugged one shoulder and kept his eyes closed. "Much less eventful than yours," he said, and they both chuckled. "Mel met me so I could go over the sketches with her...we did a little shopping, too."
"Mmm, she like the dresses?"
Kurt smiled as he nodded. "Yeah, she loved them."
Blaine huffed out a small laugh and kissed Kurt's forehead. "Told ya she would."
"I finished one of the simpler ones tonight, actually. It's on the form in the office if you wanna see."
Blaine hummed again and nodded. "I will," he promised. "This is really nice though, don't really wanna move for a little bit."
Kurt snuggled in a little closer and opened his eyes, staring at their fingers intertwined together. He lifted his hand and studied each finger as they wove in with one of Blaine's.
All the sudden, Blaine brought their hands up to his mouth and kissed the back of Kurt's. "You okay?"
Kurt gave him a warm smile and nodded. "Mel let me feel the baby today." Blaine perked up just a tad as Kurt kept going. "He or she wasn't doing anything, like moving or anything..." he assured him. "But it was definitely..." Kurt trailed off.
"Surreal?" Blaine asked with a sly smile.
"Actually, no...almost the opposite," Kurt said. His mind drifted off again and was suddenly back in his office with his friend. "It all became very...real," he finished as Blaine nodded above him. "I mean, it was real before...but..." he trailed off again as Blaine gave him another squeeze.
"I think I know what you mean."
Kurt sat up and looked Blaine in the eye. "You do?"
Blaine nodded as he cupped Kurt's cheek with his hand and brought their lips together.
"Yeah...I think I do," Blaine mumbled against Kurt's lips before falling back against the bed. Kurt followed him and laid his head back on Blaine's chest. He squeezed his eyes shut and held Blaine a little closer.
"I thought you might."
xoxo
Mel felt horrible.
Like actual, factual, horrible. She felt like everything on the inside of her body wanted to be on the outside. She had thrown up so much in the past two hours; she wasn't sure what was left in her system. She had pulled out the anti-nausea pills her doctor had prescribed early in her pregnancy; but they hadn't really taken effect yet, and she was supposed to meet the guys in an hour.
Blaine had been planning this night all week. They were going to have dinner, then meet up with some mutual friends to go sing Karaoke, which Mel hated, but loved to watch...especially when Kurt and Rachel had a little alcohol in them. She hadn't been out in weeks, and she had been looking forward to tonight so much that the thought of missing out now was enough to make her want to cry.
"Honey, sweetie, baby, muffin," she cooed in the general direction of her unborn fetus, rubbing her hand down her tummy in what she hoped was a soothing manner. "Auntie Mel had plans with your daddies tonight."
Her stomach rebelled and a wave of nausea washed over her.
"What if we just went to dinner? Huh? Would that be okay?"
In her head, she imagined a little gray looking baby like the one they had seen with the ultrasound machine a few weeks back, shaking its little nondescript head as she leaned over and threw up the water and handful of oyster crackers she had managed to eat a little bit ago.
"We aren't going anywhere tonight, are we?" she finally gasped out, rubbing her belly again.
She made it to her couch and stretched out, reaching over to grab her phone from where it was sitting on the coffee table.
The guys were disappointed but completely understood. She insisted they go on without her. The reservations had been too hard to get, and she knew they had been looking forward to a night out since neither of them had to work.
"I'll be fine," she insisted. "I'm just gonna rest on the couch and get to bed early, hopefully I'll feel better in the morning."
But of course, those men never listened to her. They were walking through her door not an hour later.
"We brought four different kinds of soup, crusty bread, and two bottles of ginger ale," Kurt told her, walking into her kitchen to put the food away.
"As well as The Philadelphia Story, and An Affair to Remember," Blaine announced, walking over and kissing her forehead where she was still lying on the couch.
"You two idiots," Mel chastised, pushing herself up slowly. "I told you to go on without me! You were looking forward to a date night."
"Yeah, and now we get to spend all night staring at Cary Grant," Kurt shrugged.
"And hanging out with you, which is what we wanted to do tonight anyway," Blaine insisted, holding up both movie cases for her to pick.
"An Affair to Remember," she told him. She shook her head at the two of them, but smiled in spite of herself.
"Do you wanna try some soup?" Kurt asked. "Or is your stomach still too upset?"
"No, actually, lying still seems to have helped a little bit. I should probably try to put something in my system, if only so I have something to puke back up later."
Blaine groaned sympathetically and lifted her feet to sit on the end of the couch.
"Is it a bug? Or maybe something you ate?" he asked, and Mel shook her head.
"I feel almost completely fine otherwise, so I don't think it's a bug. And I haven't eaten anything out of the ordinary in the last few days, so I can't imagine it was something I ate. I'm sure it's just a 'hey, you're knocked up! now be nauseous and puke your guts out', kind of thing."
Blaine nodded again as he leaned over and put his hand on her belly.
"Hey, peanut," he spoke softly to the baby. "You be nice to your Aunt Mel, she's just trying to do what's best for you."
Mel grinned and put her hand on Blaine's shoulder.
"Peanut?" she asked.
Kurt rolled his eyes as he handed her and Blaine glasses of iced ginger ale.
"That's just the latest one." he told her, heading back into the kitchen for the tray of soup.
"I gotta figure out which one I like best." Blaine smiled, still rubbing Mel's belly.
"My mom used to call me lady bug," Mel said, smiling at the memory.
"My mom called me little man, and my dad still calls me kid to this day." Kurt laughed, setting the tray of soup and cut bread on the table.
"Mmm, mostly just Blainey, but my mom used to call me and Coop panga, which means 'beloved', or maybe 'my beloved', I believe."
"I love when you and your mom speak Tagalog," Kurt smiled, handing Mel her bowl of chicken noodle. "We should teach the baby some."
Blaine nodded as he sat up and accepted his bowl of matzo ball soup.
"I need to call my mom and relearn all the lullabies; they were pretty much how I learned."
Mel was able to eat most of her soup and even a few bites of bread. She drank all of her ginger ale and even a bottle of water. By the time they finished the movie, she was feeling a little better.
She took a quick bathroom break as Kurt switched the movies over, and when she came back to sit down next to Blaine she gasped, her hand flying to her stomach.
"What?" Kurt whipped around. "What's wrong?"
Mel laughed.
"It moved," she whispered, pulling Kurt over as Blaine sat up and moved over to them as well. "I sat down and I totally felt it move!"
"Oh my god." Kurt whispered as he hurried to put his hand on her belly next to Blaine's.
They sat there quietly for few tense moments until,
"Oh my GOD!" Blaine cried, and Mel laughed.
"Oh, hi sweetheart." Kurt cooed, his eyes welling as the baby shifted around again.
They sat there for twenty more minutes, the menu screen for The Philadelphia Story playing in the background. Crying and laughing every time the little baby moved again.
"We can't wait to meet you, little one." Blaine whispered when it became apparent he or she had fallen back to sleep for the moment.
Kurt nodded and held Mel's hand as he leaned over and gave his husband a quick kiss, Mel grinning between them.