Brian arrives the next night, and is introduced to Santana and her roommates, along with the rest of the guests; a few of Blaine's friends from college and some of Kurt's coworkers. He gravitates toward Burt and Angie though, and Kurt and Blaine have already filled them in on his situation, meaning they can all talk easily.
Kurt hears his dad attempting to explain the complex family set up, while Angie is distracted with Santana, but Brian just looks amused and a little perplexed, so Kurt laughs and leaves them to it. He finds Blaine in the kitchen, nursing a beer which is long since warm, and he takes it from him, setting it on the counter so he can hold him properly.
"Hiding?"
"Maybe," Blaine concedes with a nod. "Not from anyone in particular, really, just...thinking, I guess."
"Still hung up on the Loic and Brian thing?"
"Yeah, I mean...it's just really sad, isn't it? And I just keep thinking that one day, that will be us. One of us will die before the other."
"Oh Blaine, sweetheart, no,"
"I know, I know."
"You can't think that way, you just can't, because it will eat you alive. You know, this could all end tomorrow, for a multitude of reasons, but you have to live in the moment."
"And the future?" He looks up, so sad, so in need of reassurance, and so utterly beautiful that Kurt's breath catches in his throat.
"Yes," he breathes, smiling softly. "Plan for it, all of it, and we will live it as best we can."
They fall into a kiss, one which takes Blaine's breath away with the sheer beauty of Kurt's lips, the way in which they move so lovingly over his own, and the way in which his hands frame Blaine's face, holding him tenderly.
There's a moment, after the kiss breaks, where they hold their positions and just look into one another's eyes, completely mesmerised and overwhelmed with love for each other.
"Wanna sneak off and get laid?" Blaine whispers, and that breaks it, and Kurt laughs loudly.
"I'd love to, but I also know that between dad, your mom, and Santana, we'd be busted pretty damn quick. You can kiss me again though," he adds flirtatiously, gently backing Blaine into the counter. "And maybe...y'know, grope my ass a little bit."
Lots of kisses are Kurt's favorite, but kissing Blaine while he's laughing has to be up there among the best, even if he does have to bite at his lower lip in an effort to get him to stop smiling. He relishes the way in which Blaine's teeth keep appearing every so often, because he's unable to keep the grin from his face, but when he boldly slides his hands right down the back of Kurt's pants and squeezes, both pull in a sharp breath before things turn serious.
"Um...sorry," comes Brian's voice, and they break apart, albeit unwillingly. "Sorry," he repeats again. "I just wanted to let you know I'm going now, to visit Loic."
"Oh right, right," Kurt says, a little flustered, as he fixes his clothing. "Um...we were..."
"Doing what you always do," Brian laughs. "I had no idea you had other haunts, I just thought you only made out in the doorway outside."
"No, we don't," Blaine says, totally missing the joke. "We make out quite a bit at home."
"Right," Brian says with a poker face, while Kurt tries to hide his smile. "I see. Well, thank you both for your hospitality, it's been...really nice, actually, to have some company."
"The offer still stands for coffee," Kurt reminds him, as he walks him to the door. "And we'll try not to make out for like, ten minutes or something."
"Ha! Thank you. Well, Happy New Year to you and Blaine," Brian says, shaking his hand. "I will no doubt see you soon."
"Thank you, and to you and Loic," Kurt says, then wonders if he should have said that at all, but Brian smiles and says a polite goodbye, heading off into the night to spend time with his loved one, who won't remember his presence at all.
"Come on," Kurt says, returning to the kitchen and offering his hand to Blaine. "Let's go be sociable."
Blaine looks contemplative again, but he still manages to give Kurt a bright smile, and lets himself be tugged into the living room. "Will you kiss me at midnight?" he asks quietly, and Kurt rolls his eyes.
"No, moron, I'm gonna kiss Brandon instead," Kurt says affectionately.
"Fine by me," Blaine teases. "I never liked you anyway. It's all just for show."
Kurt laughs, and they go their separate ways; he to talk with a group of work friends, and Blaine to Santana's side, and Kurt knows he's still feeling emotional because he lets her play with his hair in front of everyone, and when she kisses his cheek he slides a little further down on the couch to rest his head on her shoulder.
"He always did do that," Angie remarks to Burt, as they look on. "He's very affectionate."
"He's close to her," Burt says. "I think they both need that support."
"When I visited that time, when he was upset, he did that then," Angie tells him. "It was the first time he'd wanted that affection from me for so many years. I nearly cried."
Burt doesn't tell her that it's habit for Blaine to sit that way with him, or that he also stretches an arm across Burt's stomach as if he needs to hold him in place, when in reality, Burt wouldn't want to move anyway. He just nods and watches Blaine, sitting there with Santana, and letting her conversation with her friends wash over him. Call it a parents intuition, but he can sense Blaine is deep in unhappy thought about something, and he excuses himself politely, and when Blaine catches his eye, he nods his head toward the bedroom and Blaine follows.
"What's up?"
"Nothing," Blaine replies, but he sits down on Kurt's side of the bed, rubbing his hand over the pillow, as Burt closes the door, blocking out the sound of their guests.
"Uh-Huh. So really, what's up?"
"You know when Elizabeth was sick?"
Burt sighs and leans against the dresser, looking down at him. "I remember it well. Too damn well. Why?"
"Did it ever occur to you not to care for her? Did you ever just wanna walk away?"
"Lots of times," Burt admits, and Blaine looks up in surprise.
"God, Blaine, I was so scared. I knew what was coming, and I tried so hard to make every moment matter, but there were times when I just wanted to get in the car and drive, and never look back."
"Why?"
"Well, I think as humans we can be quite selfish. I remember feeling almost angry that she was going to go and I'd be left with a child, and a mortgage, a business to run...all of that. Then there was the care. It was endless. It started with little things, you know? She couldn't get her shoes on. Well that's no trouble, is it? To bend down and help someone with that, that's fine. Then she couldn't manage to walk Kurt to the bus, so I had to ask a neighbor to do it, and I felt embarrassed, like we couldn't care for our kid properly. Then she couldn't do anything at all for him really, or any chores, and it all fell on me. The cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, bathing Kurt, reading to him, you know, I had to try and fit it all in after work, and then, when he was in bed, it wasn't over. I couldn't sit down and watch TV. Elizabeth needed help bathing, eating...hell, I even resented it the day I had to stop work to care for her full time. Caring for someone like that, Blaine, whether they're physically sick, or mentally unwell like that Brian's husband, it's the toughest thing you can do."
"So why did you do it then? Why didn't you leave?"
"I love her," Burt shrugs, and Blaine notices he doesn't use the past tense. "I stood in a church and I promised her, her parents, and God, that I would love, care for, and protect her, until death parted us, and I did just that. At the end of the day, however tough it was on me, it was a million times harder on her, and God knows I would have traded places with her in an instant if I could have."
"I'd care for Kurt, if it came to it."
"I know you would, sunshine," Burt says, as he sits down beside him. "Are you gonna tell me what all this is about?"
Blaine sighs, resting his head on Burt's shoulder. "It's like...listening to Brian telling us about Loic, it was kind of...I don't know, an epiphany I guess, for me and Kurt. Like we could finally understand what for better or worse could actually mean, and we both know we want to have that with each other, and no one else, you know?"
"I know, but that's a good thing, surely?"
"Yes, yeah, a really good thing," Blaine says, smiling as he thinks about it. "Definitely. But then I got to thinking...if you marry someone, if you love someone enough to make those promises, why would you break them, especially when they were sick?"
"Oh Blaine, this is about your mom again, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"Blaine, my boy, I don't have an answer for that I'm afraid. I only know what I told you; caring for someone like that is incredibly tough, whether it's for six months or six years. Some people can buckle down and get on with it, others can't. I'm not saying, and I never will say, that what your mom did was right, or acceptable, but I do know that looking after your dad like that must have been incredibly hard."
"But you did it," Blaine points out. "And after, too, you cared for Kurt and raised him all by yourself. Brian goes three times a day to visit Loic, sure and steadfastly. He doesn't duck out or go chasing other guys."
"No he doesn't, as far as we know," Burt agrees. "But you know what? There are those that would call him out for putting Loic in a nursing home, and not keeping him at home."
"That's not fair."
"No it isn't, I agree, because actually, that must have been one of the toughest decisions he's ever had to make, and maybe his visiting three times a day is his way of easing his guilt in some way, I don't know."
"I just wanna know why," Blaine whispers quietly, as Burt wraps his arms around him,and holds him tight.
"Then ask her. You're in a good place with her right now, I think enough anger has subsided for you two to have this conversation, don't you?"
"I hope so."
"All you can do is try."
"What if it pushes her away again?"
"Then Kurt and I will still be here."
"Thank you," Blaine says, hugging him back. "Love you."
"Love you too. Now come on, it's not long til midnight. Go spend some time with your friends, and seek Kurt out when that ball drops."
Blaine is brighter, happier, and altogether more sociable when he returns to the party, but when it's only five minutes until midnight, he seeks Kurt out; his beautiful boyfriend who is looking for him also, and he tugs him into the corner of the living room so they're as tucked away as they can be between the arm of the couch and the window.
"So," he grins, resting his forehead against Kurt's.
Kurt smiles back flirtatiously, letting his fingers slide into his hair as he presses close. "So."
"It's been quite an amazing year for us," Blaine points out.
"It has."
"Look out there." Blaine spins Kurt in his arms so he holds him from behind as they both look outside at the bright lights of Manhattan. "Not just New York, but the whole world out there. Waiting for us to discover it, together."
"You know what?" Kurt turns back, kissing Blaine's lips lightly. "I just know that this year is gonna be the best one yet."
The ball drops, and Kurt and Blaine kiss, entirely oblivious to anyone else celebrating around them. This moment and their future belongs entirely to them. It's a kiss which holds promise, hope, and for Kurt, a new revelation.
"I love you, Blaine Anderson," he whispers when they part. "You're mine forever, and for that I am so very, very grateful."
"Hmm." Blaine grins, entirely elated as he nuzzles in just above Kurt's collar. "Is it bedtime yet, tiger? I really wanna spend hours making love to you."
"We can and we will, but we can hardly kick everyone out at five minutes after midnight," Kurt laughs. "Let's make a deal. We'll be sociable until one, then wind it up, okay?"
"One?" Blaine whines. "What kind of deal is that?"
"The kind that will guarantee you an amazing orgasm if you comply," Kurt teases, and Blaine laughs and backs away, holding his hands up.
"Okay, okay, watch me circulate the room," he cries, then makes Kurt laugh harder when he more or less sprints back to Santana's side and stays there.
"You okay there buddy?" Burt asks, as he leans against the wall with his son.
"Yeah."
Burt watches Kurt, as he watches Blaine with a smile so completely serene on his face, that Burt immediately starts to wonder.
"You look like a man who's contemplating marriage, Kurt," he observes, but even he wasn't prepared for the speed with which Kurt snaps his head around, his eyes large.
"What? What are you...?" He trails off, glancing around him, before pushing his dad into the bedroom, closing the door and leaning against it. "How do you know?" he hisses, while Burt just looks confused. "Who's been saying that?"
"Woah!" Burt cries, holding his hands up. "Easy there, son. No one said anything, I was just making an observation, that's all, because you were watching Blaine, and I was watching you, thinking how in love you look, and...why?" Burt asks, his eyes narrowing. "Are you contemplating marriage?"
"Uh..." Kurt comes away from the door, pulling his dad to sit on the bed next to him. "Kind of. In a way. Yeah. I'm um...I'm going to ask Blaine to marry me."
Kurt has never heard his dad actually squeal before, and he's certainly never seen him clap his hands frantically like an over excited cheerleader, but he does both now, then takes his hands in a death grip. "When?"
"I don't know, okay? I'm thinking through this all out loud, because I only decided like...ten minutes ago. After London, definitely. Maybe in the spring? Summer, possibly when we're on the road with Bessie but...oh, I don't know. I only know that Blaine deserves the best proposal in the most perfect moment, and I need to work out exactly what that would be. I also wanna save up and buy him the best ring so….yeah." He stops as it hits him. He's going to propose to Blaine. He's pretty sure he won't refuse, but even so, Kurt Hummel is about to lay his heart on the line in the biggest gesture he will ever make in his entire life.
"Holy shit, dad," he whispers, his eyes wide. "I'm gonna propose!"
"Yeah you are!" Burt cries, then crushes Kurt against his chest in the biggest hug he can. "My boy! My boys! Oh...oh..."
"Are you crying?" a very muffled Kurt asks, and Burt pulls back, wiping at his eyes.
"Yeah, little bit," he admits with a smile.
"You don't think he's too young?"
"Blaine? No! Well, he's twenty, nearly. I guess that's young to some, but then you're thirty one so... and you know? You two are there, you're in that place. I see it."
"You do?" Kurt asks, overwhelmed. "Oh dad that...that's everything," he admits. "I want...oh, should I have asked your permission? Because I want you to be on board with this."
"You don't need my permission, but you have it anyway," Burt says, kissing his forehead. "Kurt, I am incredibly proud of the man you've become, and to know that you want to make that level of commitment, to someone as truly wonderful as Blaine, means everything to me. So ask him, and for god's sake, promise to call me right away when it happens."
"Yeah," Kurt sniffs, wiping at his happy tears. "Yeah I will. It won't be yet though, okay? I'm trusting you with this."
"Have I ever let you down?"
Kurt pulls back again, and looks Burt in the eye. "No," he says sincerely. "No you haven't. I love you, dad."
"I love you too my boy, and I'm happy for you both, I really am."
Kurt is true to his word, mainly because he feels as if he might burst if he doesn't get Blaine in his arms soon, and once one o'clock arrives, he starts to draw the evening to a close. Even so, it's after three thirty by the time all remnants of the party have been cleared away, and bidding Angie and Burt goodnight, Kurt finally closes the door to their bedroom.
"Ugh," Blaine huffs, falling face forward onto the bed. "So tired."
"Stay there then," Kurt purrs, lying on top of him and kissing the back of his neck. "Let me undress you."
"I know exactly what that means," Blaine says, his eyes closed as a smile comes over his face. "Go for it, I'm all yours."
"You mean that?" Kurt asks, as he reaches around to the buttons on Blaine's shirt. "You're all mine?"
"Absolutely. Sexually or otherwise. All yours, forever."
"Mmm." Kurt slides the shirt from his shoulders, kissing a trail down his spine. "You don't know how happy that makes me."
Blaine says nothing, just smiles against the pillow and sighs contentedly at the feel of Kurt's hands roaming over his back. He makes quick work of Blaine's belt, tugging his pants and underwear off and onto the floor, and he can't help but kiss the soles of Blaine's bare feet, laughing when he wriggles uncontrollably. Kneeling on the bed between Blaine's legs, Kurt returns to massaging once more, rubbing firmly over his strong thighs, and then up to his back side, enjoying the way Blaine's breath catches and he gives a gasp.
He murmurs his appreciation when he feels Kurt's face pressing against him, his lips giving gentle kisses all over, before his tongue runs along his crack. "You're so beautiful," Kurt whispers, then kisses into the two dimples at the base of his spine. "So, so beautiful."
They are slow, unhurried, despite the lateness of the hour, and Blaine never moves his position at all, just lets Kurt work him open with his tongue, stopping every so often to move up, pressing his nakedness against him, as he leans around to kiss Blaine's lips, letting him taste.
Finally, when he's ready, and almost shaking with the force of his longing, Kurt plants his knees firmly on the bed on either side of Blaine's thighs, and pushes inside. He wraps one arm around his waist, lifting him slightly but not much, meaning he can press his torso tight to Blaine's back.
"Oh god Kurt, I love you," Blaine murmurs, his face still resting on the pillow, his eyes closed. "You always give me just what I need."
"I need it too," Kurt whispers into his neck. "I need you, Blaine. Just you, always."
His thrusts are long, driving and deep, bringing them closer and closer to the edge, until Kurt comes hard, pushing tight against Blaine and gasping for breath. "You," he says quietly, nuzzling against Blaine's soft skin. "Tell me what you want me to do for you."
"I'm so close," Blaine gasps, and Kurt notices he's still rubbing himself against the bed in desperation. "Suck me?"
So he does, turning Blaine over and wrapping his lips around him, but it's only seconds before Blaine releases with a soft moan of satisfaction, his hands fisting Kurt's hair as he swallows around him. Both spent, Blaine pulls back the covers wearily, getting under and holding his arms out to Kurt, who curls against his side.
"It's five in the damn morning," he murmurs, his head resting on Blaine's chest. "We are such rebels."
But Blaine doesn't reply, sound asleep already, and Kurt looks up, kissing his cheek softly. "I love you, Blaine. Sleep well."
Blaine is first up the next morning, a man on a mission, as he creeps into the kitchen and makes coffee without disturbing Burt on the couch. With two mugs in his hand, he knocks gently on the guest room door, relieved when his mom calls to come in.
"Hey, I made you coffee," he says shyly, and she sits up in bed, flipping on the bedside lamp.
"Oh, uh, thank you. You uh...you want to sit?"
"Sure," Blaine smiles, though he sits on the chair by the bed, not quite comfortable or familiar enough to sit on the covers next to her.
Angie notices, of course, but she says nothing. There was a time, even when Blaine was fourteen, fifteen and changing into a man, that he would have climbed in her bed every morning and cuddled her. In fact, for a while, when Carl was really sick, he would even sleep next to her. Now he sits there, holding his coffee mug in his hands, and staring at his own feet as if unsure how to proceed. Angie knows it has to be up to her to keep this relative and tentative ease that they seem to have right now, and to build on it as well. She's lost him once and he's come back to her far more than she ever thought he would, even more than she deserved, she knows, and she will do all she can to keep healing those wounds.
"So the party was great," she says brightly. "I liked meeting all your friends."
"Yeah it was good."
"Just the right amount of people," she carries on, trying to fill the silence. "Not too many. Oh, and Brian is lovely, isn't he? I feel so sad for him, with his husband..."
"Yeah, uh..." Blaine starts but then stops, not really sure of how to say what it is he's trying to say. "Dad says it's tough, caring for someone like that."
"I imagine it's heartbreaking," she says sadly. "I know that watching Carl fade away was...so tough. But at least he had his mind, you know? Poor Brian is grieving for the loss of his husband long before he's passed."
"But I guess he carries on caring for him because he loves him so much, huh?"
"Of course."
"Did you love dad?"
Angie frowns, sitting that little bit straighter. "Of course I did, Blaine. You know I did, I..."
"Then how? And why?"
"Blaine..."
"He knew, you know. I don't know if you were aware of that or not, but he knew what you were up to."
Blaine is surprised to see Angie's eyes fill with tears, and for a moment he feels a pang of remorse, but then he remembers how Brian's story had made him feel, the overwhelming urge he had suddenly known to love and protect Kurt for his whole life through, and he's angry at her once more.
"I thought he did," Angie says quietly. "We never discussed it, but I had a feeling."
"I guess what I don't get is how, if you really loved him, how you could actually do that to someone who was that sick."
"Yeah, I get that, I do, because I don't know the answer to it myself. I can tell you some stuff, if you'd like, which might not be easy to hear, but ultimately, at the end of it all, there's still no excuse for my behavior. I had an affair while my husband lay dying. What else can I say? Nothing will justify that, or make it any better."
"Tell me though," Blaine pleads, his eyes shimmering with tears. "Because I need some kind of background to it all. I'm trying, as hard as I can, to just accept you into my life in whatever capacity that is, but every so often I hear stuff that makes me question, and I can't come up with any answers."
"Okay. Well...Carl and I met when I was still in High School, as you know. Everyone always said how right we were for each other. He was in college, and when I graduated and he was working, it seemed only natural that I would go to college at home, because...well, because everyone was already talking about us getting married, even though Carl didn't propose until I was twenty one. To be honest, if I had gone out of State, I doubt we would have stayed together. We loved each other deeply though, Blaine, and I really want you to know that. It's just that we kind of rolled along in our relationship without ever questioning. My parents, his, they all assumed we'd get married right after college, so we did. Then it was assumed a baby would come along, so you did... we both should have questioned more. I remember Carl telling me he had always wanted to travel around Europe. You were about three. Of course, by that time there were mortgages to be paid, and bills, and you, and...too much to just be able to take off for Europe like we could have when we were young."
"So it was me," Blaine says morosely. "I ruined it."
"No! No." Angie is quick to placate him, moving to sit on the edge of the bed so she can reach for his hands. "Sweetie, you made it all so much better. Gosh, we loved you...still do love you, so much. So, so much. My life was wonderfully full and rich and...I wanted for nothing, but then suddenly I hit thirty and it was...wow. I was a mom to an eight year old boy. A lot of my friends kids were younger, and they were on their second or third child and...you and Carl were so close. That's when I should have done something. That's maybe when Carl should have noticed too, I don't know. But I was bored in my job, you were busy with school, and if you weren't then you were playing football with Carl, or chess, or...something. You just didn't need me like you had, and that was natural, of course, you were eight, nine, ten, then moving to middle school, then high school, and I just felt so alone, so worthless, and like I was nothing except Mrs. Anderson, or Blaine's mom. I can't blame anyone, because you and Carl worshipped me, and this was what we had always wanted, but we should have...I don't know. Done silly things, like had date night twice a month, taken vacations to places we'd never been, picked up a joint hobby...but we didn't. We just rolled along until Carl got sick, and then it all came crashing down. Suddenly I was needed, but in the worst possible way, and yes, it was incredibly tough and draining, and I found myself wishing for my old life back again. I don't know what possessed me to have an affair with Spencer, Blaine. I can say it was a physical need, I mean, I was thirty seven when it started and...well. I can say it was emotional, all talk at home was of Carl's sickness and his treatment, or about how well you were doing at school. I can say it was a desperate need to escape and not acknowledge that I was about to lose my best friend, and that I was about to be left with a son whom I suspected was too frightened to tell me he was gay...but none of those reasons excuse what I did. Not one."
Blaine is silent and still for a long time, and Angie starts to worry that he might just up and walk out of the bedroom, but suddenly he takes a deep breath and looks her in the eye. "You're right," he says, his voice sounding almost too loud in the room. "It doesn't excuse it, any of it, but it happened. You have to live with that, and you know how awful it was. I do know, though, that you loved dad, and he loved you, and I know you gave me a wonderful childhood. So this is where it ends."
"Where what ends?" Angie asks tentatively. "I don't know what you mean."
"My concern, my inability to let go, any discussion of it...it all ends now, today. I remember Kurt telling me that it was important I have some kind of relationship with you, and he's right. I love you, and I want you to be my mom, and a grandma to my kids. I want you in my life, and I just want to let go of that time in our lives, okay?"
"Blaine, are you...?"
"Sure? Yes. I'd also like you to leave Spencer, because I don't know how someone like you could be married to someone as amazing as dad was, and then a jerk like him, but I can't tell you how to live your life, any more than you can tell me how to live mine, so for now, I'll be content with this," he says, gesturing between them. "You coming to visit, us keeping in touch, just...being mother and son, I guess. My family has been Burt and Kurt since I was sixteen, but I'd like you to feel like you can be a part of that too."
"I do...I am...I..." Angie breaks off, unable to hide her grateful sobs, and she cries harder still when Blaine kneels on the floor and puts his arms around her. "I love you, Blaine, and I am so, so sorry for it all."
"It's okay," Blaine hears himself saying, unable to really believe it's him. "It's okay, it's in the past."
"You are so wonderful, and Kurt...Burt...the way they welcomed me, and..."
"Well, they can see that you're pretty damn awesome, I think," Blaine says shyly, and he kisses her cheek softly before sitting on the bed next to her.
"Well so are they," she sniffs happily. "And I'm happy for you. I love seeing you so happy."
"Actually, I kinda need you to do something for me," Blaine admits quietly, and suddenly he's painfully shy again, looking down at his hands and folding them in his lap. "For Kurt and I, really."
"Anything."
"Okay, well, you know dad left me some money, and I paid my tuition...but Burt paid all my rent in the dorms, and he still gives Kurt and I money each month, because he's dumb and won't listen when we tell him not to."
"And you wonder why Kurt is stubborn?"
"Yeah," he laughs. "Anyway. With the money I had left from dad, and money I've saved from working at the garage and stuff...I have quite a bit saved. Kurt and I want to open a joint checking account, so..."
"Oh! That is so..." Angie stops under Blaine's withering glare, and resolves to squeal internally over what she deems to be the cutest piece of news.
"Finished?"
"Yes, sorry."
"So we're going to have this account, and Kurt doesn't know how much money I have saved. I don't want him to know, either. I want you to open an account for me, in your name, so that I can pay into it when I want, and Kurt will never know."
"What is this? A contingency plan? A secret wedding fund? A ring buying account?"
"None of that. It's uh..." He trails off, looking anywhere but at his mom, but eventually he braves it. "It's a baby fund."
"A what now?"
"When Kurt and I decide that we're ready for kids, which is not yet, by the way," he adds hastily. "It's going to cost us, whichever route we take. I don't want us to decide we're ready, and then have to wait five years because it's going to cost us fifteen thousand dollars for one try at IVF. I don't want to see the disappointment on Kurt's face. I want to be able to say 'oh, you know what? I actually have ten thousand of that saved already.' I want to see his face then, because I want to spend my whole life making him happy."
"So...you're saving money now, to surprise Kurt, who will be your husband by then, in years from now, when you decide you want to have babies?"
"Uh...well...yes," Blaine says. "When you say it like that it sounds kinda silly, but...I have three thousand already," he says proudly. "And even if I don't have it all, I'll have some, right? And...yeah. It's silly, isn't it?"
"Blaine?" Angie lifts his chin gently, her eyes shining with proud tears as she takes in the sweet, shy, and earnest young man in front of her. "It's the most romantic gesture I've ever heard of. Thank you for trusting me with this. I promise you I will open the account this week, and I'll let you know all the details."
"Thank you. Don't tell Burt though, okay? Because he gets really excited and..."
"I won't breathe a word, I promise. Oh! My baby is going to have babies!"
"One day, mom," he laughs. "Not yet. Years away."
"I know that, but even so. You are so thoughtful, you know that? So caring and considerate and the way you love Kurt is just...wonderful. Yes, this is going to be a good year, I can feel it."
She is elated when Blaine rests his head on her shoulder, but she doesn't say anything of course, just rests her own head on top, and sighs contentedly as she takes ahold of her son's hand.