Kurt thought watching Blaine sleep would be something he would enjoy on a Monday (first day of their spring break) morning, but he soon realized that it's not as romantic as it sounds. Still, he lies there, staring at his boyfriend in horror. Not only did he make completely unattractive noises while he slept, but he was drooling. Drooling on a perfectly good pillow case. And he's not talking just a small dribble, he talking about a freaking lake. Kurt looks away in disgust when he smacks his lips together and snores a little. He stares at the wall for a moment, his face crinkled up before standing and shaking his head, walking to his closet. He made a mental note to wash their bed set at some point today. Who knows where else that drool had been? This was the first and very last time he would ever watch his boyfriend sleep. He wished he had never done it in the first place, actually. Just picturing it made him cringe and made him think... What did he look like while he slept? Blaine had trouble sleeping, so of course he had seen Kurt sleeping before.

"Mmm… Kurt?" Blaine mumbles cutely, rolling over and stretching out like a cat, "Kurt?"

"Over here, boo." Kurt calls, not looking away from his massively over-stuffed closet, "Just looking for something to wear today… I don't have a thing."

"Oh." He wipes his sticky, wet face and gasps in horror, "Ugh. Ew. Oh my God, gross. Gross."

Kurt laughs and looks at him over his shoulder, "What?"

Blaine looks at the pillow and whines, "Oh my God, I destroyed it, Kurt. I destroyed my fluffy pillow!"

"You don't always drool like that?" He scrunches his nose and walks over, ruffling his love's messy, frizzy curls. He might not be attractive while he sleeps, but he's adorable when he first wakes up.

"Of course not, that's disgusting!" He looks up at Kurt, whining, "My fluffy pillow, Kurt, save him…"

"Save him from your lake of drool?" He laughs and shakes his head, "No thanks, baby."

"Kurt!"

"Fine, fine." He smiles and leans down, kissing his forehead, "I'll go put him in the washer and he'll be as good as new by nighttime."

"Only cold water!" Blaine calls after him as he walks out of the bedroom with the pillow, "And don't make the dryer too hot either!"

Kurt simply rolls his eyes and goes to the laundry room, starting the washer. Blaine was telling him these things as if he didn't already know. Despite the fact that he could be the most mature person Kurt has ever met, Blaine really was a big kid at heart. And he was crazy attached to his fluffy pillow with the music note pillow case that completely clashed with the entire design of his room. Also, Kurt had washed this thing way too many times to count, a depressed Blaine always claiming he 'destroyed' it. He heard the toilet flush from upstairs and smiles, tossing the pillow and the case into the wash before going to the kitchen to make breakfast. Burt was probably at the shop since it was almost noon, and Carole was most likely in her room asleep after a decidedly long night at the hospital. Not long after Kurt began to cook the egg whites, Blaine padded into the kitchen, dressed in a big t-shirt and some sweat pants.

"I feel like death." Blaine states as he comes up behind Kurt, wrapping his arms around his waist, "Kuuurt… cuddle me… I wanna be cuddled."

"I'm cooking breakfast." Kurt chuckles and his smile widens when he feels his big belly press against his back, "I'm sorry you don't feel well, honey. Why don't you sit down? I'll get you some orange juice."

"M'kay." He slowly lowers himself down onto one of the kitchen chairs and puts his hands on his belly, "I feel like I inflated more over night or something."

"Well, being a little over twenty-eight weeks pregnant makes it seem that way, huh?" He places a glass of orange juice on the table in front of him and smiles, kissing his head, "Egg whites, toast, and gra-"

"Please don't say grapefruit." He closes his eyes, "Please say bacon… please say bacon, Kurt."

"You know, you're lucky I love you." He turns back to the stove, sighing, "And that you're carrying my unborn child. Because otherwise I would have hit you and said no."

"You're going to make me bacon?" Blaine's eyes light up when he opens them and looks at his boyfriend expectantly.

"Only because you said you don't feel well… and my dad's not home."

"YES!"

"You're supposed to not feel well."

"Oh, right." He pulls a face and coughs falsely, "I'm so sick."

"Wow." He laughs and pulls the hidden bacon from the fridge and starts to heat another pan, "Just for that, I should make you eat the grapefruit."

"You love me too much for that." He smiles at Kurt and rubs his belly, taking a drink of his juice, "No, but I do feel all yucky."

"Not the best way to start our spring break." He places the bacon in the pan and pokes at it a little as it sizzles, scrunching his nose at the grease, "I can't believe I'm doing this. What have you done to me?"

"That reminds me." Blaine muses, staring at Kurt curiously, ignoring the other comment completely, "Why does McKinley have their spring break so late? Dalton had theirs near the beginning or April and we're having ours near the end."

"I don't know, ask Figgans." Kurt shrugs his shoulders and starts to plate up the eggs and toast while the bacon cooked.

"No thanks." He shivers and scrunches up his nose as Kurt leans over him to place the non-fat butter and jelly on the table, "That guy freaks me out. He scares me more than Ms. Sylvester, and she's pretty scary."

"You're adorable." He chuckles and ruffles his curls before turning to flip the bacon over just as Finn the giant clambered down the stairs and into the kitchen, "Good afternoon, Finn!"

"Do I… do I smell bacon?" He questions, his sleepy eyes popping right open in the middle of pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"I have a feeling I'll need to make more."

"Oh my God, it says I'll gain eleven pounds." Blaine looks up with wide eyes later that night, sitting Indian style on the bed while Kurt was doing his nightly skin routine, their shared laptop sitting in front of him, his hair damp from a recent shower, "Eleven pounds, Kurt."

"Yes, Blaine." Kurt sighs and smiles to himself, turning to look at his boyfriend who had now returned to the wondrous world of Google, "Just because you're in your third trimester now doesn't mean you'll do everything it says on there, honey."

"I know…" He worries his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment before closing the laptop and sighing softly, gazing over at his boyfriend, "You'll still love me, right?"

"Love you when what?" He smiles at him, turning back to his vanity mirror.

"You'll still love me when I'm as big a house, right?" He furrows his brow and stares at him, "Because I'm going to be that big eventually."

"Of course I'll still love you, you nut." Kurt scoffs and looks at him through the mirror, his face softening when he saw Blaine's honest worried expression, "I'll always love you."

"Hurry that up… I wanna go to bed." Blaine yawns cutely and rocks slightly on the bed, his hands on his sock-covered feet, "I'm exhausted."

"We had a lazy day, how are you exhausted?" He laughs and puts his skin products away, standing and crawling into bed, grabbing the laptop and setting it on the bedside table.

"Being lazy all day is exhausting!" He giggles cutely and lies back on the bed, his knees still bent as he sprawls out, "C'mere… gimme a kiss."

"Don't start." He smirks and lies down next to him, "Dad and Carole are both here."

"I locked the door."

"I don't care, mister."

"I am sexually deprived!" Blaine all but shouts, closing his eyes, "You need to have sex with me or I am going to die."

"I'm sure you'll be fine." He shuts off the lamp and lies down, yawning.

After a moment he feels a tugging on his shirt and he chuckles, rolling his eyes, giving in all too easily. Kurt rolls over and situates himself between Blaine's legs, their hips pressing together as he leans down and kisses his lips firmly, their tongues instantly finding each other's. He sighs into the kiss and presses as close as Blaine's swollen belly would allow, twining their tongues together perfectly. Blaine wraps his legs around Kurt's waist and the countertenor can't help but let out a groan, their matching erections rubbing together in the process. But of course, just as the clothes are about to be taken off, there's a soft knock on the door and Blaine curses to himself as Kurt grumbles and crawls off him, taking a few moments to calm himself down and turn on the light before opening the door. He was surprised to see a worried-looking Burt standing in the doorway. He was almost positive his dad would have been asleep by now.

"Hey, dad." Kurt says casually, "What's up?"

"There are some people here to see Blaine." Burt peeks behind Kurt at the pregnant boy on the bed, "They say they're your parents."

A/N: Dun, dun, duuuuunn...! Tell me what you think, guys! Also, I'd like some name suggestions for Peanut(: so if you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them! :D