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Chapter fourteen
3rd July 2024
"I now call this Warbler meeting into session."
"Wes," Blaine groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "This isn't a Warbler meeting. I've already had to prise the gavel away from you, don't make me tape your mouth shut as well. You know I will."
"You should listen to him, Wes," Kurt suggested, giving him a sympathetic smile. "I was freaking out about my latest collection being released and Blaine cello-taped my mouth shut. It was incredibly undignified and completely unnecessary."
"Kurt, you were talking at about a million miles an hour in French. It was undeniably necessary," Blaine told him, though he smiled fondly.
Kurt leant across the table and whispered in his husband's ear. "You know you find it sexy."
Blaine gulped slightly, turning his attention back to Wes, though he placed a hand on Kurt's thigh to show that this conversation was far from over.
"Okay, Blaine king-of-all-Warblers Anderson, I'm sorry. I now call this Warbler reunion into session," Wes corrected, throwing a dark look at his friend, though it was underpinned with humour.
"Better," Blaine told him, smiling his approval.
"I'm glad you think so," Wes shot back, jokingly.
Unsurprisingly, Nick and Jeff had refused to attend the Warbler reunion and no one was particularly missing their presence. It was common knowledge among the Warblers – mainly because of Wes and his huge freaking mouth – what had happened between the four of them and the situation would have been all kinds of awkward had Nick and Jeff chosen to attend. Kurt and Blaine had even had qualms about going, but had eventually decided that they couldn't miss the opportunity to see their old friends.
The Warblers hadn't changed a bit. Okay, so maybe they had aged and a few of them – disturbingly – had grown beards and some were even married. They were all just shy of or at the peak of 30 but adolescence was still threaded through each of them and it was clear in the way that they interacted with each other.
They still had it.
"So, former Warblers, welcome back to Dalton. I know you've all missed it terribly," Wes joked, eliciting a laugh from his attentive audience, "but great things have come out of this place. I mean, look at us, we're awesome!" Another laugh rang out, and Kurt reached over to slip his hand into Blaine's. "I mean, some of us are less cool than others – Trent's working in Taco Bell, for instance."
Trent looked up indignantly. "You get free tacos, how is that not awesome?"
Wes shook his head, but the action was fond. "Dalton set the foundation for a lot of us. It introduced us to things and showed us things that have shaped dramatically who we are. Even if some of us took a long time to realise who we are and what was in front of our damn nose this whole freaking time."
Blaine had his head in his hands. "Wes, we've been through this."
"Yeah but you're still hopelessly oblivious," Wes berated him.
Kurt smiled at this. "Wes, it's okay. We're fine now."
"Yeah, now," Wes retorted, though it was with a fond expression. "Anyway, Dalton really has produced some greats. For example, David is a professional choreographer," cheers rang around the room, "and Ethan's on Broadway," another round of applause sounded, "and we are practically in the presence of royalty this afternoon."
Kurt sat up straight, scanning the room excitedly for any sign of royalty – please be Pippa Middleton, please be Pippa Middleton…
His excitement was short-lived, though, as Blaine leant over and whispered in his ear, "He's talking about you, baby."
Kurt blanched ferociously. "Are you sure?"
Blaine laughed. "Of course, you're amazing, Kurt."
Kurt gazed at his husband for a few seconds, before he was pulled from his thoughts by Wes yelling his name.
"Kurt! Get up here you idiot!"
"Oh, sorry," Kurt murmured, rising from his seat and gliding towards Wes, who slung an arm around him and pulled him into a hug.
"I know you were a late transfer student, but you're still a Warbler, mainly because we like the claim to fame," Kurt laughed, "so, Warblers, I know you all remember my close and personal friend Mr Kurt Hummel."
"Anderson-Hummel!" Blaine cried, indignantly.
"Yeah, yeah, Blaine, sorry, you don't get a look in. The real celebrity's here now." Wes scolded him in a teasing voice. "So, Kurt, how crap is it being married to Blaine?"
Kurt laughed. "Oh, it's the worst. Horrific. Hate every second of it. Filing for a divorce as we speak." Blaine was looking at him mournfully and Kurt couldn't help his laughter escaping once more. "Okay, okay, I'm kidding."
"Oh come on, Kurt, we've all met Blaine. We know what he's like." Wes prompted him, grinning.
"Oh my God, Wes, I'm not that bad!" Blaine wailed, dramatically.
"You are," Wes and Kurt said simultaneously.
Blaine sat back in his seat, looking severely disgruntled.
"Okay, I'm sleeping on the couch tonight," Kurt muttered, flopping down next to his husband.
Blaine sent an over-exaggerated wink Kurt's way. "Never, babe."
"Okay, I think I'm gunna puke. Someone get me a bucket, now!" Wes cried, jumping into David's arms and covering his eyes with both hands.
"Just because I'm getting some, Wesley," Blaine retorted, darkly.
"Actually," Wes started, stepping delicately out of David's hold, "that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you guys about."
"Oh God, Wes, don't ask me for sex tips," Kurt groaned, dropping his head into his hands.
Blaine put an arm around his husband. "Babe, you're good enough at it, I wouldn't be surprised."
"Blaine, please stop talking."
"Whatever you say, baby."
"Starting now."
"Sure thing."
"Blaine!" His husband finally fell silent, much to Kurt's approval. He turned his attention back to Wes. "Continue, Wesley."
"Thank you, Kurt. As I was saying, I actually have something to tell you guys…well, I say tell, I meant show."
"Wes, don't get your dick out. That'll just be too humiliating," Blaine told him, bluntly.
"You mock us, sir!" Thad objected, making everyone laugh.
"Blaine, what have I said about being quiet?"
"Sorry, darling."
"Anyway, I have big news. Jessica, get out here!" Wes yelled and the doors to the choir room opened to reveal a smiling Jessica. She stepped into the room, holding a bundle in her arms.
Was that…? Oh God.
It was a freaking baby.
"Oh my God, Wes!" Kurt shrieked, jumping out of his seat to hug Wes delightedly. "I'm so happy for you!"
The other Warblers offered sentiments of congratulations, though they lacked Kurt's excitement. Kurt was rushing over to Jessica and cooing at the baby, while the others kept a comfortable distance. No one in their group besides Wes was at that point in their lives yet.
Blaine hadn't thought about kids, truth be told. He and Kurt had never even discussed it, which Blaine now thought was probably a mistake, considering how excited Kurt was getting over a baby that wasn't even theirs.
Theirs.
The chance to have a baby of their own. The thought gave Blaine butterflies. Could he manage a kid? He still felt like a child himself. Was he really getting paternal instincts?
Could he really do this? He looked at his husband. Hell, with Kurt, he could do pretty much anything.
The thing that had scared Blaine about kids initially was that he would have to do it alone. He always thought that when children came into the picture, marriage went out the window. He'd seen so many failed marriages himself that it was difficult to imagine a life where you could be happy with a child. But looking at Wes and Jessica, and now Kurt, who looked ecstatic to have a child to coo over, it didn't seem impossible anymore.
Realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. He was ready.
Kurt glanced across the room at him, smiling brightly and gesturing him over to look at the baby. Blaine obliged immediately – hell, if Kurt had asked him to jump out the window he probably would have done it – and made his way over to his husband. He wrapped a strong arm around Kurt's waist and held him close as he looked down at the baby.
He imagined a time when he and Kurt would be able to look at a baby of their own. Surprisingly, the thought didn't fill him with dread. It filled him with longing. He leant over and kissed Kurt's cheek, who turned and regarded him with a surprised expression.
"What was that for?" He asked, though he didn't look displeased.
"I just love you," Blaine explained, "and I can't wait for this to be us." He gestured towards the baby and Kurt's eyes widened.
Tears threatened but Kurt held them back, smiling blindingly at Blaine. "Yeah," he whispered, "me too."
THE END
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