Usually when someone was calling up the stairs that dinner was ready, Blaine would be up and down in an instant, sometimes even faster than Finn, and that's saying a lot considering his current state. Today was different though. Instead of jumping up and hurrying to the dining room, he simply rolls over in bed and closes his eyes as tight as possible. Today he ran into his father while he was roaming through the market as Kurt was standing in an aisle trying to figure out what it was that Carole wanted him to get. She got a new cookbook a few nights earlier and was going crazy, making a bunch of fancy dishes. Anyway, he didn't exactly run into him. It was more of seeing him, hiding, and eavesdropping on his conversation on the phone. He was talking to Cooper, his recently estranged brother. From what he could tell, Cooper wasn't too happy about what had happened with Blaine, and was trying to coax his father into reconsidering writing the pregnant male off completely. All he heard coming from his father's mouth were those awful slurs that, sadly, he was used to, along with things that penetrated right through his heart. Things like 'being a freak' and 'keeping that thing'. Blaine could take things being said about him, he always could, but not his baby… he couldn't stand that horrible man saying such hideous things about his innocent daughter, spreading rumors about her before she's even born. Making people hate her.

"Blaine?" Kurt's soft voice floats through the air and reaches his ears. "Baby, dinner's done. Carole made this weird pear thing. It smells good though, so I don't think she's secretly trying to poison us."

"I'll be down in a minute." Blaine clears his throat and keeps his back to his boyfriend. "Make sure Finn doesn't eat it all in one bite. You know what happened last night."

"I will." He chuckles and shuffles over to the bed, sitting on the edge. "Are you okay? You've been acting weird all day. Did something happen at school?"

"No, I'm fine." He sighs when he feels his hand slowly rubbing up and down his back, keeping his eyes closed. "I'm just really tired. I'll be fine."

"Well, if you're not hungry, then stay up here and rest." He leans down and kisses his forehead, then his corner of his eye, and then finally craning to peck his lips. "You can tell me what's really wrong when you're ready. Get some sleep. You were tossing and turning all night last night." He gets up and heads for the door, but stops and turns around. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He turns on his other side and opens his eyes, smiling at him, speaking up just before he disappears from the doorway. "And Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." He smiles broadly and blows him a kiss. "Feel better, okay?"

"I'm already on my way there." He smiles back, catching his kiss and holding it to his heart. "Save me some weird food."

"You betcha!" He grins and twiddles his fingers before going downstairs.

Blaine closes his eyes again and presses his hand with the imaginary kiss inside it flat against his chest, taking a deep breath, feeling a placid warmth wash over him. It seemed to be that Kurt was the only one that could bring him out of one of his many funks. Whether it is about his dad or one of those abandoned animal commercials, Kurt could always find a way to cheer him up. He lets out a sigh and slowly sits up, jumping slightly when Valorie jabs his side roughly in protest. Rolling his eyes, he stands and teeters a little before making his way downstairs. Their daughter was going to be nothing like him. She has Kurt's horrible attitude already and she isn't even out of the womb yet. He approaches the dining room table and waddles to his seat beside Kurt, smiling politely at everyone as they ate.

"Hello, honey." Carole says with a pleasant smile. "Kurt told us you weren't feeling good."

"I made a miraculous recovery." Blaine smiles at her, scoffing when Kurt starts to make his plate for him. "I can do that by myself, you know. I'm perfectly capable-"

"Dude, you knocked over yours and Kurt's water last time you tried to reach across the table for the mashed potato dish." Finn speaks up, mumbling behind the food in his mouth. "No offense, but your stomach's kind of huge."

"No offense, but you're kind of generally huge all around, dude." Blaine retorts, glaring over at the giant. "At least I have something important inside of me. All you have is this dinner and what? The meatball sub you ate for lunch today? Repulsive by the way, it smelled like feet."

"Boys." Burt says, but he's clearly hiding a smile. "Not at the dinner table."

"The food looks great, Carole." Kurt says as he plops a serving of brussel sprouts onto his boyfriend's plate, ignoring the look of horror that crosses his face. "It's delicious."

"Get them off." Blaine protests, pushing Kurt's hand away. "No, please, seriously. Get them off."

"Eat your vegetables, Blaine." The countertenor says sternly. "You're carrying my child, and as long as you are, you are going to eat whatever I put in front of you. She's not going to have your atrocious and unhealthy eating habits."

"Oh my God." He looks at him with wide eyes. "You can't be serious. Why can't you feed me carrots? Or even broccoli? I hate these! They're… they're evil!"

"Get used to it, kiddo." Burt speaks up with a laugh, popping one of those little balls of evil into his mouth and chewing, swallowing it with some effort. "You have no choice."

"Oh my…" He scrunches his face and stares down at the plate like it was the devil for a moment before slowly stabbing one of the green balls and popping it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

"See? It's not so bad, is it?" Kurt chuckles and takes a bite of his roll.

Blaine swallows with some difficulty before saying… "Just know; I'm doing this for you."

Later that night, Blaine waddles out of their bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist, his damp curls bouncing slightly as he waddles over to the drawer in search of some boxers. Kurt bought him some amazing shampoo that keeps his curls nice and soft all day, making him only need to use just a little product. Mousse of course, never gel. Arms circle around his belly from behind and he smiles, continuing to search even as his boyfriend presses kissing along his shoulder and neck. His hands start to linger and Blaine squirms under his touch, giggling cutely as he tries to push him off, protesting that all of the adults were in their respective rooms and would definitely be able to hear them if any funny business started to happen. Kurt wasn't taking no for an answer.

"If you don't stop this instant Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I will- oh!" Blaine gasps and squeals gently, slapping his hand away. "Stop that!"

"Am I not allowed to be horny?" Kurt pouts against his shoulder as he mumbles. "You're always horny, and the one time I am, you decide not to be."

"I don't just decide." He rolls his eyes. "And I'm sorry that the thought of your dad and step-mom in the room down the hall doesn't make me want to bend you over the desk an-"

"Make sweet love to me?"

"Uh, right. That's exactly what I was going to say."

"Well, get dressed in something comfy then." He presses another kiss against his neck and taps his butt as he trots back to the bed. "If you don't want to do it, you have to tell me why you've been so down these past two days." He pats the bed enthusiastically. "Come on! Talking is communication, and communication is crucial in any relationship."

"Did you take your happy pill this morning or something?" He laughs and pulls on his boxers, then his sweats, not bothering with a shirt as he sits down next to his boyfriend. "You seem very… chipper."

"Must be the awesome food." He grins and grabs his hand, scooting close. "Now talk to me! Tell me what's on your pretty little mind!"

"It's really nothing." He smiles and squeezes his hand. "I'm fine now."

"Hey!" He leans down and kisses his belly playfully, resting his hand on it as he talks to the baby. "Daddy's lying to me! You'll tell me what happened, won't you Valorie? That's right… at least someone in this room loves me." She kicks against his hand and he positively beams. "It's late, honey, you should be sleeping!"

"I don't think she's sleeping anytime soon." Blaine smiles and takes a deep breath, watching his chestnut-haired beauty. "I was singing in the shower. She never sleeps after I sing in the shower."

"Awe, Rachel was right." Kurt grins and leans up, pulling Blaine into a kiss. "She's going to be our Broadway progeny."

"Mhm…" He smiles against his lips and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him in close.

They move at the same time, lying down on the bed, pressed as close together as the growing baby between them would allow. Blaine smiles against his lips and giggles gently as Kurt pulls back and begins kissing down his neck. He bites his lip and stares up at the ceiling, positively glowing. Valorie kicks firmly and he lets out another laugh when Kurt scoffs and runs his hand along his belly in an attempt to calm her down, which of course does not work in the slightest. Once she gets going, she won't stop.

"Okay, okay, fine!" Kurt huffs and pushes up Blaine's shirt, leaning down to kiss his big belly. "You win! I'll pay attention to you instead."

"Hey!" Blaine pouts.

"Oh hush…"

A/N: Sorry for the wait! My finals are next week, so the next chapter won't be up until sometime after Wednesday! And I have decided that I'm making this story 30 chapters long, so two more chapters are coming after this one! I haven't decided whether there should be a sequel with Kurt and Blaine and the new baby or whether I should just periodically write one shots about their life with the baby... I'm kind of leaning toward the one shot idea because it would be easier and people could give me prompts for what they would like to see Kurt and Blaine do, and maybe have a few conflicts here and there! It would be a fun way to have my readers interact with the story :) So tell me what you think, please! :)