Pie

"You know how to make pie?" Blaine looked impressed. "That sounds complicated at fuck."
"It's not really, once you get the hang of it." Kurt replied, rolling up his sleeves and retying his apron. "Hand me the flour, will you?"
Blaine felt awkward and out of place in the kitchen, like he was getting in the way, while Kurt was totally at ease. He flitted gracefully from counter to oven to refrigerator back to oven. It wasn't fair.
"What's not fair?" Blaine hadn't realized he'd spoken out loud until Kurt commented.
"Your kitchen skills." Suddenly Blaine found himself lost in a fantasy of Kurt cooking in their own apartment, in New York, for their own children.
"Blaine."
"What?" He snapped out of his surprisingly pleasant daydream.
"I said hand me the butter, please." Kurt repeated gently.
"Oh. Okay." He went up behind his boyfriend, placing the butter in front of him before wrapping his hands around Kurt's waist and nuzzling his neck. "What kind of pie is it?"
"Apple, and if you don't stop distracting me, it won't get done." Kurt turned around to kiss Blaine softly, sighing as their lips met. "Blaine, I love you, but go away if you want me to get this done."
"But I like distracting you," Blaine kissed him again.
"Mmm... Now go away." Kurt shooed him with a plastic spoon, and Blaine went, pouting like a kicked puppy.
"Kurt..." He stuck his head back in the doorframe.
"Yes, Blaine?"
"I love you." He would never get tired of the way Kurt's eyes lit up from those three simple words.

Apple Juice

"Daddy." Eliza called softly.
Kurt squatted to eye level with his beautiful two year old daughter. "Yes, sweetie?"
Eliza held out her sippy cup. "More juice, please."
'She is the most well mannered two year old I have ever seen...' Kurt mused to himself, refilling the cup with apple juice and handing it to the girl, the spitting image of Blaine. "'Fank you, Daddy," Eliza said sweetly. Kurt picked her up and spun her around, making her princess dress poof out and her dark, unruly curls fly as she giggled, her hazel eyes lighting up with delight. "Daddy! Down!"
"I love you, Lizzie," Kurt whispered to his baby girl, hoping she'd never grow up as he cuddled her to his chest.

Curtain/Pillow

'Sunlight through the curtains absolutely glows on his skin,' Blaine couldn't help thinking. He woke up to Kurt daily now, but he didn't think he would ever get used to the angel on the pillow next to him. It didn't matter if Kurt thought his voice was too high or his hips were too wide sometimes. Blaine could find no flaw in him, no matter how hard he looked. Kurt would always and forever be perfect, even when they got old and wrinkly.

Kurt yawned softly, half-sitting up before slumping back into the pillows with a sleepy sigh, snuggling into Blaine's chest. Blaine wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, thinking how lucky he was to be in love with the beautiful boy.

Beach/Sand

"I was thinking a beach wedding, you know, right on the shore. On Jennings Beach, since we're going to Connecticut. We can feel the water just lapping at our feet, the sand in our toes, and our tuxes won't be too heavy. So after the service, the reception could be on a cliff or something, right above the arch. And the arch could just be one big word, twisted over. I was thinking it could say 'Courage or something like that. But who would walk down the aisle? I mean, I know my dad would love to give me away, but you should get the chance if you want... Blaine, are you even listening to me?" Kurt snapped his fingers in front of his fiancé's face. Blaine was staring at Kurt with absolute love and bliss, but his hazel eyes had clouded over with daydream.

"I love you, you know that?" Blaine breathed, reaching across the table to grasp Kurt's hand.

He squeezed back gently. "I love you too. Can I please finish planning our wedding now? I need your final approval and for that, I need your attention."

"I'm listening! I got... lost in your eyes. Sorry. I just love it when you talk. Besides, as long as you're at the wedding, I don't care about the rest."

Kurt smiled softly. "Well, I think our wedding song should be Teenage Dream, and..."

Blaine began to think about, not the wedding, but what would happen on the honeymoon.

iTunes

"Wes." David called to his gavel-polishing friend. "Come look at this."

"What? You know I have to polish my gavel twice a day or it starts to feel neglected." Wes grumbled, getting off the bed anyways. He walked over to David's desk, where he held Blaine's laptop. "Why do you have Blaine's-?"

"Mine is in the shop. Look at his iTunes."

"What about it...?" Wes asked, scrolling through the most played list. "Candles by Hey Monday, Teenage Dream, Baby, It's Cold Outside, Animal, Somewhere Only We Know... wow."

"He had problems." David agreed.

"Yup."

"Want to take screen caps and throw them all over the school?"

"Won't we get in trouble?"

"Blaine throws paper around on a daily fucking basis. Has he ever gotten suspended?"

"You have a valid point, friend."