Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Warning: This story contains mpreg.
Author's Note: The formatting for this chapter... it's been making me really angry and I can't seem to get it right, so... apologies there.
XIII
"We should paint the nursery walls yellow," you decide.
"Yellow?" Kurt asks, looking up from his book.
You shrug, shifting in the leather chair in your living room. "It's a happy color. Think...
Sunshine... Flowers..."
"Sunshine and flowers?" Kurt asks, clearly amused as he casts a glance in your direction.
"Kurt, I'm just throwing it out there."
"Oh really?" Kurt asks. "Just throwing it out there, are you?"
You smile. "You could say that."
Kurt purses his lips. "We still have to tell our parents."
XIV
"You ready?" Kurt asks.
Your stomach's turning over but you say that you are anyways.
He squeezes your hand as you step through the door.
XV
"Dad, Carol..." Kurt starts, glancing over at you.
"I'm pregnant," you say, beaming.
You can't help your excitement.
They can't contain theirs either, no questions asked.
XVI
Your ultrasound at ten weeks makes you feel like your floating; you've never been this happy.
And then you heard the heartbeat.
You turned to face Kurt and his face lit up.
You're sure yours did too.
XVII
You debate over and over whether or not you want to tell your own parents.
You ask Kurt about it over dinner one night and he looks away like he doesn't know what to do.
You don't either, so you decide against it.
XVIII
"What did you picture yourself doing at our age?" Kurt asks.
You crack a smile. "Not this, I guess."
"What? Never thought you would be a dad? Never even thought about adopting?"
You shake your head. "I don't know. I guess I hadn't thought much about it before."
"You're going to be an amazing dad, Blaine," he says, reaching across the table and taking your hand in his.
"You too, Kurt."
XIX
"You're showing," he whispers and you blush in spite of yourself, resting your hand on your stomach. "You've only been wearing sweatshirts the past few weeks..." Kurt says, leaving the sentence hanging.
"I don't know. I guess I haven't felt comfortable until now. It's going to happen anyways and why hide it? I'm just as excited as I was the day we found out," you tell him.
"Good," he says. "You haven't seemed like it lately."
You smile. "It's these damn hormones."
XX
You paint the nursery walls bright white. You splatter Kurt with paint (accidentally, of course) and you battle it out, both of you ending up dressed head to toe in the color.
XXI
You shower afterward, in attempt to get the paint off.
Kurt slips into the shower with you, rubbing soap up and down your body and you do the same for him.
XXII
"You're beautiful," you tell him.
"Me?" he asks. "Have you looked at yourself lately?"
You shrug, grinning. "I'm getting fat," you say.
His grin disappears. "Don't say that, even joking. Please."
"Kurt, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."
"I know," he says.
XXIII
"We're going to be parents. Like, for real. It's really happening," he says, a huge grin plastered on his face.
You grin. "I know. I can't believe it either. A baby whose part of you and me."
"It's crazy," he says, kissing you lightly on the lips.
"I think that's amazing," you say and kiss him back hungrily.
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