It had been about a month since Christmas. Blaine was sixteen weeks pregnant now and his baby bump was growing at light speed. The bigger he gets, the harder it becomes to hide his tummy under baggy shirts and hoodies when they go out or are at school. Kurt never says anything about it, but they both know they would have to start telling people soon. Everyone is getting a little suspicious, especially the New Directions kids. Finn's been doing his best at keeping the secret, but Kurt knows one day he's going to say something that he shouldn't and blow it. Anyway, today was Saturday, January 21, 2012… and instead of going out to dinner like they usually do every Saturday, Kurt was stuck at home with a cranky, hormonal, and very pregnant boyfriend. Blaine's company hasn't been the best these past few weeks. He's been a little on the angry side, despite the fact that he says he feels great. He was finally in the second trimester and most of his nausea was gone, he hasn't been as tired… but his hormones have switched to 'I hate Kurt' mode or something. Seriously. Blaine has been sitting on Kurt's bed for almost an hour and hasn't spoken a word to him, or even looked at him for that matter.
"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" Kurt asks hopefully, breaking the silence, "I could put in one of the Harry Potter movies."
"You hate those movies." Blaine replies with a scoff, finally looking up at him, "Wouldn't want to ruin the sanctity of your musical only DVD player. You might contaminate it."
"Ha, ha. You're so funny." He says sarcastically, shooting his boyfriend his best bitch-glare
"I wasn't trying to be funny." He snaps, glaring back with full force.
They stare at each other like that for a few moments before looking away, Kurt staring at his fuzzy socks like they were the most interesting thing in the world. What was happening to them? They've been acting like strangers for over two weeks, hardly talking in school, hardly looking at each other. He didn't even know why. Kurt looks at his silver promise ring and gently runs his finger over Blaine's name and the little heart engraved next to it, taking a deep breath before smiling. Christmas night was one of the best nights of his life, and it was all because of the boy sitting next to him right now. He looks at Blaine again and slowly scoots closer, placing a hand on his lower back to get his attention. Blaine looks at him and his eyes soften, making Kurt smile again. Kurt takes his left hand and softly kisses his fingers, kissing the ring that was identical to his own, except that it said the countertenor's name. Blaine closes his eyes and leans closer, pressing his forehead against his boyfriend's. Kurt closes his eyes as well and laces their fingers together, resting his other hand on Blaine's growing belly.
"I'm sorry." The pregnant, hormonal mess of a boy says softly, "I know I've been terrible to you lately. I just… it's not my fault, Kurt. I know this hormone thing is getting old, but I really can't help it."
"I know." He says quietly, wrapping both arms around him, "And it's not getting old, it's just the truth. I don't blame you; I blame our little Peanut trouble maker in there." He chuckles and rubs his belly in soothing circles.
"You know, she doesn't look like a peanut anymore." Blaine informs with a smile, moving to lie down on the bed with Kurt, "I looked on this website with a pregnancy calendar and it says that she's about three ounces and four or five inches long."
Kurt lies on his side facing Blaine and smiles, "Yeah?" He rests his hand on his belly and looks into his eyes, scooting as close as his baby bump would allow.
"Yeah." He chuckles and stares into his eyes, resting his head on the same pillow as his boyfriend. Their faces were so close that their noses were touching, "Pretty amazing, huh?"
"Very amazing." He says softly, nuzzling their noses together.
Blaine can't help but giggle softly, "Oh stop it. You always roll your eyes when other people Eskimo kiss like that at school or something."
Kurt smiles lovingly, "Yeah, well it's not so bad." He places a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.
He laughs cutely and rolls his eyes, "Crazy person…" He frowns and takes a deep breath, "I really am sorry for how I've been acting."
"I know." Kurt softly runs his fingers through his boyfriend's curls, "You make it up to me every time you don't put gel in your hair."
"I've been lazy lately." Blaine grins and watches his boyfriend for a moment, letting silence fall over them for a few moments before blurting out, "Let's have sex."
The countertenor's eyes widen and he sits up a little, looking at Blaine, "What?"
Blaine stares up at him, his eyes suddenly filled with lust, "Let's have sex. Your dad's still at the shop and Carole won't hear us… come on… please?"
"Blaine…" Kurt laughs and stares down into his eyes, "Are you serious?"
"I'm completely serious. Does this face look not serious to you?"
"No, but I-"
Before he could finish, Blaine's lips were pressed against his and they were kissing. Kurt tries his best to pull away and stop this madness before it got too far, but it was no use. No matter how much he denies it, Kurt knows how much control this boy has over him. Blaine knows it too… and he doesn't mind using this to his advantage. He whines in half-hearted protest, but continues with the kiss by parting his lips and allowing their tongues to meet and twine together. Kurt rolls over on top, careful of the little one between them of course, and presses their hips together, causing the boy beneath him to moan as their matching erections press together through the fabric of their pants. He chuckles and kisses down his jaw, hushing him quietly.
"I c-can't…" Blaine gasps out, gripping at Kurt's shirt, "I can't be quiet."
"Well you're going to have to try." He laughs softly and sucks on his earlobe, mumbling, "Or else we'll get caught, and that would be bad. And incredibly embarrassing."
The one thing Kurt loves the most about making love is the snuggling and/or bath afterwards. Just the feeling of having Blaine so close to him, in his arms, is amazing. Now, sitting in the tub with Blaine's back pressed against his chest and his arms around him, Kurt couldn't be happier. Of course the bathroom door was locked and they had to sneak in here, but all of that didn't take away from the serenity of the moment. He couldn't wait until they had their own place and could do this whenever they wanted without fear of being caught or yelled at. Kurt would live in New York with Blaine and their little one, and they would be happy together forever. He opens his eyes and tightens his arms around his boyfriend, softly stroking his baby bump with his thumbs, resting his chin on his shoulder. He hears Blaine sigh contently and relax against him more. Kurt kisses his shoulder and chuckles at his soft giggle. The smell of the mango bubble bath and Blaine's skin together… it was almost intoxicating.
"It sucks that only the master bathroom has a big tub." Blaine says quietly, leaning is head back against his boyfriend's shoulder, "I'd feel less anxious if we were in your bathroom."
"When we have a place of our own, I'll be sure to get a huge tub, just for us." Kurt replies, kissing his cheek lovingly, "Like the ones from the old movies."
"Oh, no, honey, no." He protests with a grin, "We'll get one of the deep ones with the jets like a hot tub… oh yeah, that would be amazing."
He laughs softly and looks at him, "Hell, we'll get both. I'll be a famous Broadway star slash fashion designer and you'll be a hit music producer slash platinum recording artist! We'll be able to afford it!"
"What?" He looks at him, kind of surprised.
Kurt smiles, confused, "What, what?"
"You said… I mean is that what you think I'll be?" Blaine questions as he sits up a little, "Is that what you want me to do?"
"You're completely capable of it, yeah!" He laughs softly, "We'll have to have like, a separate house for all of our awards though… especially my Tony's."
"Kurt, I'm serious." He stares at him, "Do you think I could do that?"
"I'm serious too, baby. And I wouldn't say it if I didn't think you could." He smiles, furrowing his brow, "Have you not thought about what you want to do?"
"Not… not really." He bites his lip and shakes his head, "My parents want me to-"
"Screw what they what you to do." He rolls his eyes, "Do what you want to do."
Blaine smiles at his boyfriend and sighs, settling back against his chest, "Tell me more about that award house."