AN: SO SO SO SO SORRY, I'm reading like crazy so I'll be in SOME school next year and my Internet connection has been bitching at me for a couple of weeks now...

But here it is now!

Hope you like it, it's designed to be a little random.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the song that I use.

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life-

Chasing Cars: Snow Patrol

Chapter 5: Future

Blaine turned his eyes back to his salad from the family he had been staring, only to find that he had sauce all over his front.

"Oh man!" he exclaimed as Kurt was hiding his laughter. It was mean but watching the white range dressing falling from the fork onto Blaine's shirt while the man was absolutely oblivious was just so entertaining, especially when the shirt was from Walmart. "How am I ever going to feed a child of own?"

Kurt's chuckle died on his way out of his mouth.

-Blaine wants babies.

-Mercedes! Blaine wants babies.

-Cool.

-What? No, don't you get it, he wants to have a child! As in, he wants us to be parents!

-So early...

-He said people have babies when they are in love and then I said something about over-alls and then we went to have lunch and there was a girl and I DON'T KNOW!

-I live in California, Kurt.

-What has that got to do with Blaine wanting to have children?

-It's 4 am.

-...your point?

-Fine, whatever. Hold on a sec, I'll call you.

The thirty seconds Kurt waited for Mercedes to pick up the phone felt like an hour to him. He was drumming the dining table nervously with his index finger, a bowl of yogurt and muesli forgotten next to him. Finally his phone started to buzz and the first notes of Mercedes' latest single filled the kitchen.

"Took you long enough!"

"Well, hello to you, too, I've missed you so much," was Mercedes' less than thrilled reply.

"I have a crisis in my hands, I hope you know!"

"What's so bad about having a kid? We're thinking about it, actually. Oh, we could be baby-buddies!"

"I'd be thrilled to have one if they came trained! How am I supposed to tell an infant that 400 dollar jacket is not to be puked on?"

"Maybe you won't wear a jacket like that while burping a baby..."

Kurt was barely listening. "...he had just had a fight with his parents who, by the way, still haven't responded to our invitation. And then he caught be off guard by saying he wants to take my name and all I wanted to do was light up the mood because he was so upset and I went and joked about the Hummel name making kids weird..." He missed the yawn at the other end of the line. "Now he must think that it's all good and as soon the honeymoon's over he will want to pick the color for the nursery and oh GOD, he'll want to buy all the Disney movies that have ever been made and he'll want the kid to go to Dalton if it's a boy so we'll put him on the waiting list as soon as he is born and start saving money I was gonna use on clothes because I didn't count on having to raise a child until I was at least... 50 and didn't care about fashion so much anymore!"

Kurt stopped to take a breath, waiting for Mercedes to offer him one of her famous one-liners. He frowned when all he could hear was a sound of what was probably a teapot and some steady breathing.

Steady breathing...

"WAKE UP!"

"What, who, when, fire…? Oh, sorry… What were you saying?"

"You are no longer my maid-of-honor! I'm hanging up, Rachel wakes up at 6 am every morning, I'm sure she can…"

"Kurt, are you okay?"

Kurt's mouth snapped shut and for a second his mind went blank.

When he had woken up in the middle of the night, nearly panicking, he had instantly picked up the phone and automatically dialed Burt's number. But just as he had been about to press the little green button, he had stopped. He had to let the steam out first, if he just started ranting to his dad then he'd end up staying stuff that he might mean but didn't want to say out loud. So, being a good friend that he was, Kurt had patiently waited for a couple of hours, made Blaine breakfast since he couldn't fall back to sleep anyway, sent him to work with his gorgeous smile and a small kiss and then, finally, texted Mercedes. He had been hoping to be able to just put his worries into random words, make his concerns known but not dwelled upon, so that some of this weight would be lifted off his heart.

He hadn't counted on Mercedes being so insightful.

"No," Kurt finally admitted. "I'm freaking out."

"Because you might end up having a kid that might puke on your designer jeans?"

"We have never really talked about it. I mean… He just said it like it's the most normal thing in the world; people who love each other have babies. Then the other day he saw a toddler with her parents and just stared at her for a good five minutes. He had that 'cute, huh?' look on his face, you know?"

"There's more to this than jeans…"

"If there's anyone I'd want to be parents with it's Blaine. But…"

"Was the 'other day' last Sunday?"

Kurt sighed. He loved Mercedes so much sometimes. "Yeah."

"Rachel turned out just fine, you know." Kurt humphed. "Well… If you look pass the overwhelming personality and neurosis and all that jazz."

"But even she wanted to find her mom," Kurt pointed out.

"She was a happy child, Kurt, and her self-confidence is something people can touch with their hands. So is yours. And you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because your parents love you. If you ever do decide to have a kid, I'm sure there is nothing more you will love more than him or her. That's all that matters."

Kurt tried to swallow against the lump in his throat. "I'm so scared."

He heard Mercedes taking a breath. "You know you're not even married yet, right?"

"I know, I know…"

"You should talk to Blaine about this."

"…what if he doesn't want to marry me after that?"

There was a short silence.

"Did you fall asleep again?"

"Kurt Hummel, you listen to me. Blaine loves you. In that disgustingly adorable way that gives people cavities. He had you at 'skin tight jeans' and you knocked him out of his head with Blackbird. He'd marry you if you suddenly turned green! Hell, that would probably make him want to marry you even more! So you stop that kind of talk right now, stop panicking, stop worrying, look at this from all angles and then talk to him. When you're calm. Can you do that for me?" Mercedes asked.

"I guess…"

"Alright, good. Now, here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to go back to sleep and you're going to eat your half-eaten breakfast, don't deny it! And then you're gonna go to work, finish that amazing dress you're making for Rachel and when you come home, you'll have a nice, long, CALM discussion about how to train a baby not to puke on your jeans or any other piece of clothing. Okay? Okay. I love you, boo!"

A smile that Kurt was barely aware of was lighting his face. "Thank you."

"Anytime. Except next time let's make it a little later anytime, yeah?"

"…sorry…"

"Oh well… When this idiot finally decides to step up and pop the question then I'll probably be the same. So remember this when that happens," Mercedes said and Kurt could just picture the finger she was holding up.

"I will. And I love you, too. Go back to bed. I'll see you in a couple of weeks."

"Yes, you will! Can't wait. Love you, bye!

Blaine was reading the paper he never had time to read in the morning while Kurt was flipping through a magazine absentmindedly. His thoughts were racing ahead of him even though he had calmed down, somewhat, from the ball of nerves he had been that morning. He kept stealing glances at his fiancé who was now going through the sports section with a mild look of interest on his face.

This was one of those rare, rare times that Alexander McQueen wasn't the answer to all of Kurt Hummel's problems.

"Now I know why I'm not too interested in hockey," Blaine suddenly said and Kurt found himself looking at a blond dude with a lion on his shirt, showing a medal to the camera and smiling like an idiot with two of his teeth missing*. He grimaced and automatically licked his own. "Exactly."

This, lying here reading before falling asleep, was so… married of them. Stretching his imagination a little bit Kurt could picture a bassinet in the corner and a golden retriever between… no, no… That was stretching a bit too far, no way in the world would a dog of any size be allowed on the bed. Next to it, though, guarding the little family.

Oh gosh, they really were getting married.

"I don't want children," Kurt blurted out. He had closed the magazine and was now looking at Blaine with huge, nearly scared eyes. So much for calm… "Yet," he added when Blaine didn't reply in any way. "I don't want children yet. Not for at least five years. I'm not adult enough to be a parent."

Blaine put the newspaper down slowly and turned to face Kurt. "What brought this up?" he asked.

Kurt took a shaky breath. "Mother's day," he mumbled.

Blaine nodded. "Yeah. Thought so." They could hear a siren in the distance. "And I had already started looking for those over-alls you talked about." Kurt opened his mouth, his heart beating like no tomorrow but he never got a word out as Blaine suddenly placed his lips on his. "Kidding. I don't want them yet, either."

Kurt blinked. "You don't?"

"No. I admit that I was hoping that maybe in a couple of years we would start doing some research about our options but I would have never started anything without talking to you first. I kinda sensed that this would be a little more serious discussion," Blaine said. "I do want to enjoy just being married to your for a while, though. And I want our financial situation to be a little more secure."

Blaine had actually thought this through. That was comforting and alarming at the same time. "But what about when the kid is older and starts to ask about where he came from?"

"Why should we worry about that now?"

"Because," Kurt said, emphasizing the second syllable. "I don't want to be the reason why someone has a hole in their heart."

They just looked at each other in the eye for a few, silent minutes. Then, as if their minds were entwined, they moved so that they were snuggled in each other's arms, Kurt's head resting on Blaine's chest.

"You are the most amazing person in the world, you know that?" Blaine said.

"No, I'm not. I woke Mercedes up this morning... I told her that I'd rather spend money on clothes than to put some aside for our kid's education and I worried about puke on my jacket. Oh, Lord..." Kurt buried his face into Blaine's shoulder, blush creeping up his cheeks. Blaine stroked his back with his fingers, sending shivers up his spine. "I'll think differently in a few years," the brunette promised. "It just scares me how selfish I can be."

"You, who just said you don't want to be the reason for a hole in a child's heart, are calling yourself selfish?"

"You know what I mean," Kurt said. "I can get pretty selfish, childish and unreasonable."

"Kurt..."

"...so how am supposed to fill the shoes of a mother?"

At the end of the day, that's what it came down to.

"I really do want children," Blaine said after a while. "But I don't think I'd want them if it wasn't you I was going to have them with."

Kurt looked up. "What?"

"I may not be scared about all the things you worry about now but I will be, you know, when it's really time for us to start thinking about this. I'll worry about not being good enough, I'll stay up at night going through our bank accounts, I'll read children's books to a point when it's not healthy and when the time comes, I'll baby-proof the apartment in a way that will probably get us locked in..."

Kurt shifted so that he could kiss Blaine. It was a quick little peck on the lips but it left both of them smiling.

"Um... Thank you?" Blaine said.

"I can just picture you doing all that. You'll be just like Mitchell from Modern Family. Except that you don't have ginger hair," Kurt said, laughing. "That'd be a sight."

The raven head let out a laugh and raised his eyebrows. "Sooooo...?"

Kurt bit the inside of his cheek, almost feeling the wheels in his head turn. "I'm still worried and scared and all that," he admitted. "That's not something that will just suddenly change. But... I have time... right? We'll know when we're ready. Because we will be ready. I'll be ready. I promise. This topic just kinda caught be off guard."

"I know, I'm sorry..."

"No, don't be. The cat's out of the bag. Now we can get married knowing we're pretty much on the same page about the next big step. This would have been an interesting conversation to have the night before."

Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's forehead. Kurt sighed contently and closed his eyes.

"So should we have a puppy first?"

Kurt's eyes snapped back open. Oh man.

They'd be up for a couple of more hours.

AN: I just read through it a few times and tried to write some sense into it but then I figured I don't want there to be too much of sense in it anyway.

I'm going to visit he baby topic again, I feel like possible children are such a thing that can't just be forgotten after one chapter.

*Had to put that in there :) :) I don't care for hockey AT ALL but even I am happy right now :) :) (hockey fans and possible Finnish readers will know what I am talking about ;) )

I'll see you guys soonish!

Lots of Love!