Author's Note: Written for a good friend, who gave me the prompt of Sam/Kurt and adoption.
Expansion; Sam/Kurt, 398 words; rated: PG
"What would you think of expanding our family?" Sam asked one night, as they laid in bed together, his arm wrapped loosely around the back of Kurt's neck, his hand resting just above Kurt's heart.
"You mean, like having a kid or something?" The thought of being a father terrified him. He had never really had any of the parental genes in his body; he could take care of a houseplant just fine, but a houseplant only needed to be watered once in a while and didn't vomit in flower pots or draw all over the walls. He could pick up after dropped leaves, but it was another matter entirely to do the whole dirty diaper tango.
"Yes, Kurt, because I became part-seahorse when you weren't looking. Obviously."
"You weren't very seahorse-like just a few minutes ago." Kurt arched his eyebrow in amusement and smiled up at Sam. "Or was that just my imagination?"
"No, still all human. Although being a seahorse-human hybrid would be awesome and you know it."
"If that means that we could only have sex in the ocean -"
"Then we could finally get away with moving to the coast, like you've always talked about. I know you're eyeing those seaside cottages in San Diego. But I meant that we could adopt." Sam grasped the side of Kurt's hip with his other hand and spread his fingers out, feeling the warmth of Kurt's skin under him; Kurt curled into the gesture and looked up at Sam, his fingers brushing against Sam's.
"Mmm," Kurt said, humming softly as he nuzzled the side of Sam's shoulder. "A baby, from like China or Russia or some other country, like those guys on that one show -"
"Or we could start with a puppy. Or a kitten. If you'd prefer a cat."
"Or one of both. Cats and dogs can get along, you know."
"Are you sure that you want pet hair shed all over those fancy scarves that you buy and think that I don't notice?"
"Yes." He said, with emphasis, and then paused for a moment. "Besides, if we have a kid one day, it'll be good practice for my tolerance levels."
"When we have a kid," Sam said, his voice drifting off into sleep. "When. This is just the start."