A/N: Okay, so let's be honest here – this chapter wouldn't have existed hadn't it been for gottriplets, because she wanted Blaine and Kurt to get their mack on during movie night. So this is me demonstrating to all of you why this fic is M-rated. Enjoy!

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16 weeks

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Chapter Ten

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Kurt crunched down on the steamy popcorn, relishing in its salty taste. He let out a profound sigh, closing his eyes to intensify the enjoyment. The pregnant man stuck out his tongue and wetted his lips, regretting it as quickly as it happened as the saltness stung a crack in his lower lips. Hissing soundlessly he reached for his glass of Coke to ease the pain. "Remind me to never order popcorn again."

Blaine chuckled, almost choking on a popcorn and swallowed. "Oh, okay."

Kurt smiled at his fiancé's antics, reaching forth to grab yet another handful of popcorn.

"What happened to never ordering popcorn?"

"It's addictive," he mumbled with his mouth full of popcorn. A single, chewed popcorn fell from his mouth. "Besides," he swallowed, "someone still has to finish these."

Blaine shrugged, "true," and took a sip from his own soda. He leaned back, resting against the couch and with a hand slung around Kurt's shoulders, he enjoyed the romantic comedy in front of him. Beside him he could hear Kurt chewing away, and every so often he chuckled – pregnant Kurt was so unlike the Kurt he knew. Kurt would never order popcorn, or drink soda -unless it's diet, but this Kurt was savoring in every form of food. He glinted back at the movie, but his concentration was lacking. He couldn't stop looking at Kurt – he'd almost lost him. In more ways than one, and he would make sure that he spend the rest of his life making up to Kurt. He hadn't been a very good boyfriend and future-father, but the deal he'd made with his own father was going to change that. Already had changed that.

For the oomph-time Kurt reached in and dived his hand into the bowl of popcorn, fisting his hand around several small pieces and throwing them back into his mouth. He chewed down once, when he stilled for a moment, and then he looked at Blaine. "Blaine," he said, and somehow he managed to sound reasonable even with a tenfold of popcorn in his mouth. "Come here."

Blaine looked at Kurt, his right eyebrow raised and leaned in. He let Kurt shape him, and settled when Kurt turned his ear towards his own. He couldn't see Kurt very well, and all he could hear was heavy breathing and then some light chewing. Kurt finally swallowed, yet without saying or doing something. "What are you doing, Kurt?"

"You didn't hear?"

He shook his head, no. "All I heard was you breathing, before consuming your already half-mushy popcorn."

Kurt sighed, and grabbed another handful. "Listen," he said, though he didn't fill his mouth yet as he went to continue his explanation. "Lean your ear against mine, pressing in real hard – your skull will tremble with my crunching."

Blaine stared at Kurt with absolute confusion on his face. "What?" he said, sounding almost aghast.

With a slightly rejected expression, Kurt bend his head down and fiddled with his fingers on top of his belly. "It was just.. it was something I used to do with my mom. When I was younger, I mean."

"Oh," Blaine didn't say anymore. Kurt rarely spoke of his mother, and only once had Blaine seen an actual photograph of her. She was beautiful, stunning really – with light-brown hair like Kurt's and cherry-red lips. "Try again."

The smile on Kurt's face told Blaine that it was definitely the right thing to say and he leaned his ear against Kurt's, while the older man popped his mouth full of popcorn. When Kurt started chewing, he listened for the sound of crunching, and on a few of the harder bite-downs, it actually did feel like his skull was vibrating. He grinned and moved away when Kurt was done, shaking his head softly. "You are crazy, even more so when you're pregnant."

"It's a talent," said the man proudly, earning another chuckle from Blaine. It happened a lot lately, Kurt making Blaine giggle or vice versa. "So, did you feel the trembling?"

Nodding his ungelled hair, he answered. "I did. Weird."

They fell backwards against the couch, once again trying to watch Nicholas Spark's The Lucky One, and while it used to be the couple's favorite, it just didn't crave their attention. Blaine would lose focus, turn his head to the right to stare at Kurt and quickly look back towards the television when the porcelain-skinned man looked back. Kurt would do the same, though he'd blush with every bust. "We're acting like a bunch of school girls."

"I think I'm falling in love with you again," murmured Blaine, ignoring Kurt's comment.

"Why, did you fall out of love with me?"

Blaine moved his head from side to side, his hair mingling with Kurt's silky-hair and spiraling around it. "Never, it just keeps enhancing."

"I love you too." Kurt said those words with a serious expression, his eyes sincere and teary, and with just a hint of a tremor in his voice. His eyes moved from one side to another. "Very much so." Sticking his tongue out half-an-inch, he leaned down slowly and pushed it inside Blaine's willing ones.

Aimlessly Blaine placed his drink on the coffee-table and grabbed Kurt's hair, pulling it softly. He separated his lips and met Kurt's tongue with his own, where they danced along each other for a few beats.

Kurt was the first to grow tired and pulled away to breath. He smiled lovingly, reaching up to touch Blaine's hair. He let his fingers trace a curl. Slowly twirling it around his fingers, he moved it away from Blaine's face and tucked it behind his ear. They both stared into each others eyes intensely, and slowly they leaned towards each other again, connecting their lips with more force than before.

They pulled the other one closer to themselves, trying to deepen the kiss as much as possible, just taking in the other's scent. They pulled away when they needed air, giving Blaine perfect opportunity to kiss Kurt's nose with a small peck and then his cheek, his ears and his neck. He looked up after kissing his color-bone and gave Kurt a short smile, before he pushed Kurt away just a tad. His eyes fell to Kurt's stomach, where he lifted his fiancé's shirt up above his stomach. His kissed it, first on top and then both of its sides, always smiling.

Kurt giggled when Blaine nuzzled his nose on his stomach. His hands were resting in Blaine's hair, caressing a few curls softly. He slowly moved, placing himself on top of Blaine's lap, straddling him innocently. "I want you," he whispered before he bucked down, applying pressure and creating a sexual friction in their pelvises.

He wiggled his hips again, a rolling motion this time making Blaine throw his head back with a husky growl. "Baby, baby, baby," he chanted. He rolled his tongue alongside his teeth, feeling Kurt grow even harder at the sight.

"I need you," Kurt whispered, leaning down and cupped Blaine's bouncy lips. He could feel Blaine's barely-there stubbles scrape against his baby-shaved chin and he groaned. With slick and long fingers he trailed the hem of Blaine's shirt, tucking it softly. "Please Blaine, make love to me."

It felt horrible to say it, and with a throbbing penis -undeniably painful, he shook his head with closed eyes. His words were barely above a whisper. "Can't baby. Remember what doctor Mason said."

Kurt stilled above him, before he angrily threw his head back. "Damn her," he muttered in a tensionally deepened voice. He grimaced, feeling tears already welling up. He missed the feeling of Blaine inside of him, filling him up. Moving forcefully, yet lovingly inside of him. He cursed, "shit", while he tried to will the tears away. It was a battle already lost, and a thick and salty tear ran down his slightly swollen cheek. The teardrop turned slightly, hitting the nose-curve and ended by the left side of his nostril.

It was quiet after Kurt's cursing. No one said or did anything for at least a long couple of seconds, both of them panting heavily from their arousal. Kurt desperately tried to blink away tears, his head turned slightly to the side. Just as he was about to climb off Blaine, he felt Blaine grab his hips and move underneath him. The younger man lifted his hips and pressed their clothes penises against each other.

"Blaine don't," said Kurt, but he couldn't detain the small sound of satisfaction in his words.

Blaine, however, ignored his fiancé's words and pressed his chest against Kurt's still bare stomach. He placed his mouth near Kurt's ear, breathing deeply. The small puffs of hot breath made the small hair rise on the back of the Kurt's neck. "Let's take this upstairs." It was said in nothing more than a mere whisper, but it sounded so hot to Kurt and it excited him endlessly.

He wetted his lips, trying to form coherent sentences, but the pressure against his member made that hard. "But doctor Ma-" he said, when he finally gathered enough focus to speak, but he was cut off.

"I know," whispered Blaine, already moving a willingly Kurt to the side. He smiled and extended his hand. "But she only said that full intercourse wasn't allowed."

Kurt smiled and grabbed Blaine's hand. He rose slowly but surely and walked along with Blaine towards their bedroom. Slowly Kurt sat down on the bed and scooted further into it, while Blaine climbed on it after. Never did their eyes disconnect, and Blaine took a seat on top of Kurt's legs.

Blaine cupped Kurt's groin, massaging it softly and earning a soft moan from Kurt. He lifted Kurt's shirt with the other, tracing every inch of Kurt's exposed stomach with an amazed expression. "You're seriously the most beautiful man I've ever seen," he said, shaking his head. His hand was still working on Kurt's lower parts, softly squeezing them. "I am the lucky one."

Lowering his arms, protecting his stomach Kurt blushed. "But I've got stretchmarks."

Blaine frowned, releasing Kurt's groin and removed the pregnant man's arms from his stomach, once again exposing his round belly. "You're carrying my babies. Stretchmarks or no stretchmarks, that makes you the most handsome man in my eyes." He gave Kurt a reassuring nod and leaned down, capturing Kurt's lower lip with his teeth. He growled playfully and pulled back. With their heads only inches apart, he was sure that he had Kurt's full attention. "Just let me take care of you."

Kurt could only nod, leaning back slightly and let his arms hold him up. He watched as Blaine crawled back a bit, and shivered when cool fingers reached for his sweatpants and tucked them slightly. The pregnant man inhaled and lifted his butt up, helping Blaine remove them, before he lay on their bed, fully exposed. He watched intensely as Blaine lowered his head and blew light winds at his semi-erect member. He shivered, "oh," he moaned, prolonging the 'o'. "You're so good and you haven't even started yet."

The younger man chuckled, but didn't say anything. He merely opened his mouth and took the head of Kurt's dick into his mouth. He sucked it, working his tongue around it and occasionally letting it tickle the slit. He took a chance and looked up at Kurt, glad when he saw that he was still watching him, even though it was through half-lidded eyes. He returned his focus back to what he was doing. He opened his mouth and pressed his head all the way down, until he could feel the tip of Kurt press against the back of his throat. He immediately pulled back up again and let go of the penis. "Tell me that you like it."

"Mhmm," Kurt mumbled, frantically bopping his head up and down. "I like it." His eyes still closed, he reached down and grasped a tot of his partner's mob of hair and tightened his hold. He pressed down, earning another chuckle from Blaine, who instantly bend his head down again and took Kurt into his mouth.

This time he wrapped his lips around Kurt's thick member, enjoying the throbbing coming with each of Kurt's pounding heartbeats. Starting from the top, he stuck his tongue out and pressed down again, until he hit the root. He bopped his head up and down a couple of times, making sure that he wetted the root enough. When he was satisfied, he lifted his head halfway up and took a hold on Kurt's penis, while he used the other hand to fumble with Kurt's penis sac. He toyed with each stone in a systematic pattern, while his head moved up and down his fiancé's shaft. Each time he was stopped a good two inches from the root by his hand, which he stroked up and down when there was room enough to do so.

He finally pulled off and smiled up at Kurt. He wanted more. Kurt was still not looking, but he opened his eyes a bit when he felt Blaine crawling again. "What?" he said, his voice thick.

"Lick 'em," Blaine said with a lusty voice, sticking forth two fingers. Kurt eyed them for a second, before he happily did what Blaine had ordered. He tongue swirled around each finger, plastering them with as much saliva as he deemed necessary.

While Kurt was working on his fingers, Blaine wiggled his pants halfway down and took a wold on his own penis and stroked himself gently, matching the thrusts created in Kurt's mouth. He whimpered at a slightly harder stroke, but otherwise tried to keep the same stroking pace. He was already hard without the touch, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to contain himself much longer. He kicked his pants all the way of.

Finally Kurt pushed his fingers out of his mouth, "there," he whispered and spread his legs a little bit further when Blaine moved to kneel in between them. He braced himself for the slightly burning pressure he knew was to come, wiggling his toes every so often. He tensed when he felt Blaine's index- and middle-finger press against his opening.

"Ssh," hushed Blaine soothingly, his thumb rubbing Kurt's hip. "That's it," he said, feeling Kurt loosen a bit. "You're so good for me." He pressed in slowly but surely, until he was knuckle-in. Then he paused and enjoyed the tight heat of being inside his partner again. It felt so good, and his dick was twisting with excitement. He didn't move just yet, letting Kurt get used to the feeling of someone being inside of him. His lover was still very tight, and him moving would be more pain than pleasure for Kurt. To help ease the pain, he bend down and took Kurt into his mouth once more. His head-jerks weren't long, but he could feel Kurt's hole starting to loosen. "That's it," he mumbled around the shaft. The vibrations of the sounds had the older man groaning and heavy-breathing.

Kurt bit his lip when he felt close. He once again grabbed Blaine's hair, but he didn't push for force. He merely followed his fiancé's motions up and down. He whimpered and squirmed, and didn't have time to warn Blaine before he ejaculated. It felt good and hot and overwhelming when he came into Blaine's mouth.

Blaine didn't mind Kurt coming in his mouth. He rather liked it, to be honest. The feeling of cum in his mouth quenched him and made him feel good about himself. He'd pleased Kurt. He swallowed dutifully with a clunk, while his fingers still moved inside of Kurt, though only half-an-inch back and forth. It wasn't before Kurt fell backwards unto his pillow, that he removed is fingers from Kurt's entrance, wiped them off on their bed-sheet and climbed up to lay next to his panting man.

"You didn't have to swallow," whispered Kurt hoarsely.

Blaine shrugged and leaned down to kiss Kurt -loving the fact that Kurt could now taste himself. "You taste so wonderful," he said in an equally hoarse voice when they pulled apart.

"If you say so," Kurt said, his words drawn out and slow. He didn't agree on that -his cum or Blaine's cum, it didn't matter. It was awful. He blinked tiredly, refocusing. "Now it's my turn to take care of you."

Blaine looked down towards the spot he'd previously occupied, noticing the wet spot. "It's okay," he said, placing a hand to prevent Kurt from getting up. "You already did."

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They woke up the next day, sticky and still exhausted from the previous night. Kurt had woken up in the middle of the night, wanting to give Blaine a blowjob and the younger man hadn't refused. They'd ended up fooling around, trying to figure out ways to enjoy each other sexually without a consummated intercourse. It was the older male who'd woken first, feeling a pressure beneath his semi-round belly. Raising an eyebrow and struggling to sit up, he looked over Blaine's shoulder to see if he's awake. He wasn't.

Instead he scooted off the bed and waddled down the stairs, grumbling how they should definitely rebuild their bedroom and get a bathroom up there.

Blaine woke while Kurt was in the bathroom. He blinked, happy that there were no windows up there. He could feel eyegue and reached up to rub it from his eyes. "Kurt?" he yawned, looking around. The spot next to him was empty, but a quick feel told Blaine that it hadn't been so for too long. Instead he chose to wait Kurt out and rested back against the pillow. It was a soft one, with real duck-feathers and soft fabric. Kurt had ordered them from a specific webpage, earning a discount due to his job. Yet another yawn took Blaine by surprise and he hit it with the back of his hand. He stretched when the yawning had calmed down, smacking softly.

You've got beep-beep.

He turned his head over to Kurt's nightstand. Kurt's cellphone lit the entire room up. He could hear the toilet flush downstairs, and so he decided to leave Kurt's phone alone. He'd tell Kurt when he came up that he had a text-message, or maybe he would tell him after a morning kiss. He smiled, remembering the previous night. Kurt's lips had moved over his body like an olympic pro and he'd come at least three times. He shuddered -the third time it had been slightly painful. He licked his lips, fantasying about a fourth time, when a ringing brought him out of his thoughts.

Frowning he climbed over to Kurt's side to see who it was.

Ashley Assistant.

His frown deepened. Kurt hadn't talked about his assistant since the incident a short month ago. He'd never asked Kurt what had happened, and Kurt had never brought it up either. Both of them had simply just let it go. The ringing continued for twenty-something seconds, before he stopped. Blaine was about to pull back to his own spot on their bed, when the previous text message caught his eyes.

To Kurt

Kurt – we really need to talk about the kiss.

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Yes, this chapter was shorter – but you got Klaine smut, so I don't care. Yes, I love cliffhangers. Yes, Zac Efron is hot and someone blessed me once, promising me that he was my future husband so BACK OFF! :) Now that we've cleared that out, let's get down to explaining the whole popcorn thing. First of all – I was eating popcorn while writing the first part of this story. Secondly, the whole 'listen to my scull crunch' is something my hostchild taught me. It was our thing, and I couldn't come up with a better concept than our scull crunchiness, so there you have it!

Thank you for reading, and please remember to REVIEW! :D I love them little messages! Also, as you might've noticed, if you request something -or hint it like gottriplets did, then it might end up in my story ;)

Thank you,

Simone!