Chapter 1

Blaine and Kurt had been married for three years. Kurt was twenty five and Blaine had just turned twenty six. Kurt was working as a fashion designer in New York, where the two lived, and Blaine was a famous performer, who, much to Kurt's distaste, sometimes went round to all the different states in America to promote his singles. However, Blaine often tried to arrange weekend trips, so that Kurt could join him, without worrying about missing work.

Sam, Blaine's younger sister, was now twenty one. She and Maddie had been together for eight years, and had just gotten married. Sam was working as a popular author, and Maddie was a reporter for The New York Times.

Kurt groaned to himself. He was working on a new design for his newest Model, Mimi. Unfortunately, his brain was not being kind to him today, and he had yet to come up with a design that didn't look like any of the one's he'd done already.

Kurt put his pencil down and sighed to himself, looking at the clock overhead. Blaine should of been home by now. They'd had the agreement that Blaine wasn't meant to work down at the studio after six. The studio was only twenty minutes away by foot. So, he should of been home by half past six, at the very latest.

Giving up on his designs, Kurt turned his working lamp off, and left his study. Since Blaine and Kurt had such good jobs, they were able to afford a large house, one that they'd been dreaming of, with two studies so that they could each have their own place to work, if it came to that. However, to Kurt, the house still felt empty. It was lacking something.

Kurt shut the study door, and went to the Living Room. Blaine wasn't in here either, so he was definitely late. Kurt decided to check on the dinner he'd been preparing for when Blaine had arrived home. He checked his watch. Blaine was about twenty minutes later then he should of been. Kurt, who couldn't bear to burn the perfect meal just for Blaine's sake, started to dish the dinner up on the two plates he'd left out. He poured some wine, and set the dinner out on the table. He also decided to light a candle, as it seemed more romantic. Then, Kurt sat and waited some more.

Blaine was late. He knew it, even if his watch had stopped working. Well, that had been the reason why he was so late. It was only when Alex, who usually came and gave Blaine a coffee when he needed it, had pointed out that he was working late, did he realise that his watch had been saying it was half past five for fifty minutes.

Blaine tried to hurry, but the action only made his shoe laces come undone. He bent down to tie them up. Kurt was going to be pissed off. And Blaine preferred not to be at the recieving end of Kurt's anger when it came to it.

They'd moved to New York, as during the Summer of 2011 (Blaine would never forget this magical time) Gay marriage had been passed. Blaine would never forget the joy and tears on Kurt's face when it had been announced. Blaine smiled briefly to himself, before remembering that he was late for Kurt's dinner (Kurt cooked way better then him), and hurrying up again.

Finally, just as it looked like it was about to pour down with rain, Blaine pulled his key out of his coat, and opened the door, ready for whatever Kurt was going to give him.

He stepped inside, closing the door, before looking around the hall. It was dark.

"Kurt?" He called. "I'm home!"

"In the kitchen, Blaine!" Blaine went into the Living Room, which was connected to the kitchen, and looked into the kitchen from the doorway. His mouth fell open. Kurt had made a perfect meal (no surprise there) for two, set the table out beautifully, and lit a candle. Kurt was standing there, glaring at Blaine. Uh oh.

"Umm, Kurt, this is really-"

"Why are you late?" Kurt asked, giving him a pissed off glare. "You're half an hour late."

"Sorry," Blaine said, wriggling out of his coat. "My watch stopped. It's been saying it's half past five for about an hour." Kurt's face softened. "Sorry." Kurt walked over to Blaine and Blaine gently kissed Kurt's nose, making him smile. "Now, how about we eat this dinner? I'm kinda hungry." Kurt gave a small laugh, and nodded.

"So, how was work?" Kurt asked, sitting down and picking up his knife and fork.

"Great. I finished writing my second song."

"How many do you need to put on your album."

"Well, I want to aim for eight at least, but I'd like to get eleven," Blaine chewed some of his pasta. Of course, it tasted delicious. "So, how's the designing going?"

Kurt sighed a little dramatically. "Well, first off, my brain has been totally non co-operative, so I've not come up with any designs that I haven't already done. And then there's the thing with Mimi, the new model, being as pale as a vampire from Twilight, so we can only use certain colours on her, otherwise she'll look too pale, and then we'll lose our model."

"Why did you choose her if she's too pale?" Blaine asked.

"Well, she's very pretty, for a girl, and I just thought that she would look good." Blaine smiled. "And apart from you being late to Dinner, my brain has been focused somewhere else all together." Blaine frowned. That wasn't usual for Kurt.

"Why? Where was your brain focused?" Kurt didn't answer. "Kurt?" Kurt gave a sigh.

"I think I might of undercooked the dinner." He said.

"Kurt, please answer me." Kurt looked into Blaine's hazel eyes, and nodded slowly. He put down his knife and fork. He'd already eaten enough anyway. Blaine did the same, leaving only a few peas on his plate.

"Blaine, I've been thinking," Kurt said, trying to gather up the courage to say what he needed to. "This house seems empty. Too large."

"You wanna move?" Blaine asked, puzzled. He thought that Kurt loved this house.

"No!" Kurt said. "Of course not. I love it, it's perfect."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Blaine, it's too large for just us. A-And, we've both got very well-paid jobs..."

"Kurt, what are you saying?" Blaine couldn't understand what it was Kurt wanted.

"Blaine, I think that we should, you know... start thinking about having...having children." Kurt said the last part in a barely audible whisper. He looked down at his lap, then up again. He was fidgeting slightly in his chair. "Look, I'm a famous fashion designer, you've released seven albums, working on an eigth, so I think that it's time."

"Kurt, I..." Blaine took a deep breath, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.

"A-And," Kurt said, getting tears in his eyes, worried. "I...I can't think of anything more...amazing then raising a child with you." He stopped talking and looked down at his lap.

"Kurt, that's what I've been thinking."

Kurt's head snapped up.

"W-What?" Kurt asked, not believing his ears.

"Listen, Kurt, I've always, even after I came out, wanted to live in a big house, get married...and have kids. We've already done the first two, what's wrong with doing the other?" Blaine leaned over and took Kurt's hand. "And, if you're really sure, then I'd love to have a kid...only if it's with you." Kurt smiled. "I mean, I know as two males, we can't biologically have children, but we can have surrogates, and all that. And there's really no difference. Any two people can make a baby..."

"But it takes real men...or women...to be proper parents." Kurt finished, eyes shining with tears. "Oh, Blaine..." Without warning, Kurt flung himself at Blaine, knocking them both to the floor. They looked at each other, smiling, love in their eyes. "Oh Blaine, are we really going to have a kid?" Blaine nodded.

"I've never wanted anything in my whole life, except to marry you, more then to have a kid with you." Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine's, wanting to let Blaine know how much he loved him.

When they broke away, Kurt was beside himself.

"How are we going to do this? We're going to need a woman who doesn't mind being a surrogate...or should we adopt? And what about a room? Blaine, we need to paint a room! And what school will they go to? And who'd pick them up?"

"Kurt, slow down! McKinley's in Ohio...and it is getting better." Kurt sighed and nodded. "Why don't we clear the table, and then we'll talk this through properly. These decisions shouldn't be made on the kitchen floor. We need to talk this through." Kurt nodded, and hugged Blaine again.

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