Pure, unashamed fluff :) I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas, and a very Happy 2013. Thank you for reading. I'll be back in the new year with another Klaine fic.
Five years later.
"Right, that's me done for the day. Don't forget the hospital tomorrow." Becky says as she hauls herself to her feet.
"I won't," Blaine replies as he shuts down his pc and collects his jacket from the stand. "Laura is coming over at eight so that should give us enough time to pick you up on the way if you want?"
"Sure. Ok, see you tomorrow. Give that gorgeous girl a kiss from me."
"I will." Blaine grins and glances around to check he's not forgotten anything before closing his office for the night. Once he's safely out of the busy Manhattan traffic, he puts his phone on speaker and dials.
"Hey, is she there?" he asks eagerly when a voice answers.
"Of course she's here, where else do you think she would be?"
"Put her on."
"She's a year old, darling. She can't understand a word you're saying."
"Mom, I know. But I just want her to hear my voice."
"Fine." a pause, and then;
"Dadadadadada"
"Summer, it's not Daddy. It's Papa. Daddy will be home soon, and I'll be back as quick as I can. Have you had a nice day with Grandma?"
The only response is a wet raspberry and incoherent babbling.
"Good. I'm glad. Ok sweetie, I'm gonna go but look out for me in about an hour."
"Bababababa."
Blaine pulls into the driveway and smiles as he catches sight of Kurt's car. He bounds up the porch steps and unlocks the door.
"Hi honey, I'm home!" he calls, just as he has every day for the last five years.
"Blaine!" Kurt yells as he hurries down the stairs, their daughter is balanced on his hip, fresh from her bath time with her dark hair curling adorably. Blaine envelops them both in his arms and kisses Kurt deeply.
"Bababababa" Summer babbles again.
Blaine takes the baby and inhales her scent as he kisses her softly. "Are you trying to say Papa?"
"I really think she is. We've been practising while she was in the tub. She's ready for her milk if you want to do it."
"Ok. Did you have a good day?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Laura may have taken a call from Kate Middleton's dresser." Kurt tries to remain composed but Blaine can sense his excitement as he practically bounces down the hall to the large kitchen.
"What? They want you to design something?"
"Yes! But they also want to buy several dresses from this season too."
"Kurt, that's great! Oh my god!" Blaine embraces him tightly, only letting go when Summer starts pulling on his hair, her way of reminding him she wants milk.
"Are you doing anything tonight?" Kurt asks as he winds his arms around Blaine's waist and places a gentle kiss to the side of his jaw.
"Uh...I need to check in with Wes quickly. But then... I don't know? Pouring two glasses of champagne and relaxing in the hot tub with my husband before-" he covers his daughters ears as she squirms "- before we make love several times?"
"Several times?" Kurt scoffs. "Like that's ever gonna happen. I can't remember the last time we had a whole night uninterrupted."
"Good job we're going away this weekend then."
"What? Are you serious? Just us?" Kurt's voice rises in pitch with each question, not quite believing in the possibility.
"Yes. And no, I'm not telling you where we're going. Just pack a bag and be ready by four tomorrow afternoon."
"What about Summer?"
"She's with Laura tomorrow, then your Dad and Carole arrive to care of her until we get back on Sunday."
"What's the occasion?"
"Our anniversary."
"No it's not, that was in June."
"Six years ago tomorrow I landed in London for the first time."
"Wow."
"Yeah. Kind of awesome. I didn't know how much things would change, but when I think back to that time, it seems almost unreal. Ok. Milk ready. Care to join us Daddy?" Blaine switches Summer to the other hip, and holds his hand out to Kurt. He leads the way upstairs to the nursery, decorated by Kurt in various shades of pink with white furniture that Blaine had spent a small fortune on having shipped from England. Kurt sits in the large rocker, before Blaine and their baby climb on top of him. He feeds Summer her milk while Kurt sings soft lullabies. Kissing her softly, Kurt creeps out of the room. The little girl is soon dozing contentedly, and Blaine lowers her into her crib with gentle kisses to her plump cheeks.
He pulls the door partly closed behind him, and smiles as he sees a pool of light spilling from the room next door. He walks into the empty room, feet echoing on the floorboards, and lets his arms circle Kurt from behind.
"Tomorrow, Kurt. You can start tomorrow." he whispers with a gentle kiss to his neck.
"I know." Kurt sighs as he rests his head on Blaine's shoulder. "I'm just impatient I guess. I saw the most adorable comforter yesterday. It had little cars and dump trucks on it, and little animals in a farmyard. Then there was a cute little pond with all these ducks in the bottom corner and...oh I just want to know!"
Blaine chuckles and kisses him again. "Well Laura thinks it'll be another girl, so I'd guess boy, given her track record."
"She guessed Sarah was having twins."
"Most people did, given her size. But she also guessed they'd be boys, and the last time I saw them I swear they were both wearing dresses."
"What does Becky think?"
"She thinks it'll be a boy, she's carrying different to last time. And I'd tend to trust her opinion more."
"Any preference?" Kurt asks, spinning in Blaine's arms so he can look into his hazel eyes.
"Of course not, you know that. As long as it has blue eyes just like it's Daddy then I'm happy." He kisses the tip of Kurt's nose softly. "Now, as far as I remember, someone mentioned champagne and a hot tub."
Kurt moans softly as Blaine starts to run his hands under Kurt's shirt, his fingers ghosting over the pale flesh. "Yes," he whispers breathlessly.
Blaine starts to pepper kisses to Kurt's neck and moves to unbutton his shirt while Kurt loosens Blaine's bow tie.
"Not...Blaine!" Kurt admonishes, "Not in here remember!"
"Mmmmm," Blaine pulls away reluctantly, "Ok, ok. Hot tub it is then," he says with a wink. "Lead the way."
Kurt does just that.
The End.