Finally got to the bit I actually wanted to write haha

Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. Never has been, never will be.

Kurt and Blaine had sort of faded off the radar in the year or so before I'd met them, so they didn't get any crazed fans or paparazzi trailing them as we walked to the small coffee shop on the other side of the park. The media stop caring once you stop being 'interesting', and seeing as neither of them had released any new work, or done anything stupid like participating in a dwarf throwing contest in a Greek pub, nobody batted an eyelid as they walked on by.

They were completely silent as we walked. They hadn't let go of each others hands still, and I had the feeling that they wouldn't unless they absolutely had to. It seemed as if they were searching for reassurance from the other person that they were still there, and having an inkling about what was making them so miserable, I couldn't blame them at all.

Reaching the glass doors of the café, I did the polite thing and opened it to let them through. They still didn't say much, and it wasn't until we ordered and moved to a secluded table in the corner that they even looked at me properly again.

'Sorry we're being so quiet, when we're the ones who asked you here. It's just.. we could really use some friends right now, but maybe today isn't the best time. You were obviously in a rush to get somewhere..'

Kurt trailed off, and dropped his gaze to the table, where the coffees (and my hot chocolate, I can't stand coffee for the life of me), the cake and their joined hands were sitting.

'It's fine. I wasn't heading anywhere important, I promise, and you two could use some cheering up. I could faint again if you'd like, that seemed to amuse you before. Or, we could attempt a normal grown up conversation, but I'm not too good at those'

A-ha! Smiles! I have a gift, honestly. Blaine ran his free hand through his mop of curls in a sort of exasperated way, and Kurt just looked grateful that I wasn't prying, to be honest. Now, I know that I was a huge fan of these guys (still am, of course, but things kind of change after having an experience like mine), but they're as human as the rest of us, and I knew that charging head first into snooping into their private lives was not a wise idea. They didn't need a crazed fan, they needed a friend. They needed someone they could have a laugh with, and eat takeaway pizza with, and just generally be silly with. And I was just the girl for the job. So after a good twenty minutes of obligatory introductory conversation, which I won't dictate completely because everyone has had this sort of conversation and knows exactly how it goes, I said the words that started a beautiful friendship.

'I have a bottle of white and a copy of the Sound of Music with our names of them back at my flat. Care to join?'

It was early evening when the taxi pulled up outside my door. Kurt and Blaine looked nervous, but I can appreciate that it would be nervewracking to go to a virtual strangers house who has already admitted that she's a fan for a night of promised alcohol and musicals. Thank god my flatmate Evie wasn't there. She was even more of a stalkery fan than I was, and that just would not have gone down well.

Most of the latter part of that evening is quite a blur in my memory (turns out I had more than the one bottle of wine in the cupboard), but the first couple of hours are there. I unlocked the door, and hoped to god that Evie had cleaned up like I had asked, before ushering the men in before me. They glanced around the tidy hallway (yes!) and I took their coats (making a mental note to ask Kurt where on earth he got his dark green peacoat from, because I wanted it, despite knowing it'd probably be way out of my price range), before they were assaulted by the small dog that could smell cake and new people on me and just had to have a look. Kurt jumped back in surprise, and Blaine chuckled as my little spitfire sat his bum on the carpet and looked up at them in intrigue.

'Sorry, that's Ernie. He's a bit weird…'

As if on cue, the black pug sneezed, pawed at the rug and then trotted off. Yup. Weird.

'It's fine, we love dogs. We always wanted a puppy, but we move around quite a bit so it wouldn't be practical. But now we're staying in London for the foreseeable future, maybe it's an option'

I took my first proper look at them as they went into the living room and sat together on the sofa. I hadn't had a chance at the park or the café, not when they were either facing me or in the distance, but now I had the perfect opportunity. Kurt looked perfectly turned out, and it didn't surprise me in the least. He had always looked flawless in press interviews and the like, and that day was no different. He was wearing simple but stylish clothes that suited him to the core, and his hair was coiffed up into his signature style. Blaine looked a tad more scruffy, but that suited him. His curly hair was short enough not to be a mess, but long enough to twist round his ears, and he wore an outfit that wouldn't have looked out of place on any of my impoverished student friends.

I caught myself staring, luckily, just before Kurt turned around and saw me walking into the room with the DVD. He smiled and watched me put the film in, before scooting closer to Blaine on the sofa and resting his head on his husband's shoulder. I managed to suppress my natural urge to 'Awww' at the sight, and instead forced myself to keep my mouth shut and drink my wine, contradicting ideas they may be..

'You're awesh.. aweso... you're so cool, Kurt. You're so pretty with your pretty coat and your pretty face and your pretty husband. You're sooooooo lucky'

Don't say a word. I'd kind of expected to get drunk that evening. I had not expected to turn into some babbling idiot. I had also not expected the conversation we had next.

'I'm not lucky Kim. We're not lucky. We're never lucky'

Kurt had tears in his eyes, and was wildly gesturing with his arms as though they weren't really connected to his brain.

'All we want is a baby. Just a little one. We don't mind which. Just one baby. Nobody wants us to have one. They say we wouldn't be good at having one. Because we're hum..homa… because we're gay. We're too gay to have a baby'

Blaine was silent, but I could tell that his husbands words were getting to him. He had subconsciously curled in on himself, and the whole world weary look had returned with a vengeance.

'Why can't I have a uterus Kim? Hmm? You have a uterus. You're the lucky one Kim'

'Aha! I've got it!' Haha, yes, I'm a genius. You can guess where this is going, can't you?

'What?'

'You can borrow mine! Like, a surrogate, or a carrier pigeon or something! I'll have your baby! You'll be great parents. You're not too gay to be a dad. You and Blaine will be amazing dads. I'll do it. I promise you I'll do it.'

Blaine's head whipped up with such a force I'm surprised his neck didn't break. With a voice hoarse from crying, he spoke

'Really? You'd really do that for us?'

'Yes! Of course I would. I don't want a baby, so my uterus isn't being used at the moment, so you can use it for 9 months.'

Kurt started sobbing uncontrollably, and launched himself into my arms

'THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!'

And that's how the most important decision I've ever made in my life happened. Drunk as a sailor on leave and with Julie Andrews singing about the bloody Nazi's in the background.