A/N: So, this is it. The final chapter. I don't think there will be a sequel. But I have lots of other Klaine-plotbunnies written down and a part of them is already started. Thanks to all of you who reviewed. Even though I didn't answer most of them (I'm sorry, I suck at answering reviews...) I loved each of them. Thank you so much! :) (And remember: You can still vote for your preference of what I'll 'publish' next.)

It had been over a year since they got married. And Blaine had been right all along.

Lord Sebastian had been sent away, almost a week after their wedding. He hadn't been home since and it looked like he wouldn't be home for a long time.

Jesse had been married half a year ago and his wife – because despite all his flirting His Majesty had been insistent on a 'traditional' marriage and Jesse had no say in it at all – seemed to be more of a dragon. Kurt had met her occasionally on official gatherings and he didn't like her. But it seemed that she put Jesse on a leash and he was thankful for it.

Blaine, to Kurt's utter relief, hadn't turned out at all like his father. He was kind, understanding and didn't even look at other man. He fulfilled Kurt's every wish, let him see his father as often as he wanted and, if Kurt was honest with himself, the sex was amazing. And yes, he had been falling in love with Blaine. Maybe, right now, he even loved him.

Kurt looked across the table, where Blaine sat. They were having breakfast with Queen Virginia. King Michael was... Somewhere. Most likely with one of his mistresses, Kurt had lost count when he had number thirteen six months after their wedding. And he didn't really care, either. He got along with the Queen pretty well and was thankful for that. She had introduced him to their court life and spent time with him when Blaine had to be somewhere else, taking care of his princely duties.

Blaine looked up and smiled at Kurt. Kurt smiled back and then took a bite of his bread.

Suddenly his stomach churned and he felt queasy and about to throw up. He pushed his chair back, not caring that it tipped over, landing with a loud bang on the floor.

"Excuse me," he managed to say, before he rushed from the room towards the nearest bathroom. He just made it in there in time, kicking the door shut, before he knelt down in front of the toilet, heaving and retching and the utterly disgusting taste of vomit in his mouth.

"Kurt?" That was Blaine's voice and he probably knocked on the door, too.

Kurt's hands shook slightly. He hated throwing up, he always had.

"Kurt? What's wrong? Can I come in?"

He wanted to answer, but his stomach decided it was another round of "Meet Your Breakfast".

"Kurt, I'm just coming in. I don't care and -"

He heard the door opening behind him.

"Oh my god, Kurt. Are you alright?"

Blaine knelt down beside him, gently rubbing his back, his shoulders, his neck.

"I feel horrible, Blaine." Kurt's voice was unsteady and barely audible.

And there were heels clicking on the marble floor somewhere behind him.

"I'll let our doctor come," said Queen Virginia behind them and Blaine turned around.

"Thank you, mother."

There seemed to be some kind of silent conversation between them, because it was quiet for a moment before she left and Blaine got up. Kurt heard water running.

"Here."

He looked sideways, to where Blaine stood, offering him a wet towel and a glass of water.

"Thanks."

While he cleaned his face and rinsed his mouth he just hoped it was nothing serious.

Kurt was in Blaine's and his bedroom, sitting on the bed when the doctor arrived. And while the doctor insisted that Blaine should leave, Kurt insisted that he should stay. He didn't feel comfortable at all. So Blaine stayed in the end, sitting on the other side of the bed, holding Kurt's hand.

The doctor asked questions - "Was today the first time you threw up?" "What did you eat?" "When have you had sex the last time?" - and examined Kurt thoroughly.

"Well," he said, putting his things back in his bag, "I don't think you have gastroenteritis."

Kurt exhaled.

"And I don't think it's food poisoning, either. Since you, Crown Prince Blaine and Her Majesty ate the same things."

Kurt swallowed. Did he imply that...

"I think you are pregnant."

Kurt blinked. Two times. Three times. Four times.

"Of course you should see a midwife for further confirmation." He pressed a small piece of paper into Blaine's hand. "Miss Fabray is experienced with carriers and she should be able to confirm my assumption, as well as help you through the pregnancy."

"Thank you, doctor."

The doctor nodded and left the room, while Kurt still stared on the spot where he had been standing.

Blaine hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

"You're pregnant, Kurt. We are going to be parents."

He sounded excited and happy.

"I... I am pregnant." Kurt's voice was hallow.

Blaine put two fingers to his chin and made Kurt face him.

"Aren't you excited and happy?"

"I..." Kurt blinked again. He was pregnant. And suddenly it all came down on him and he was sobbing, throwing himself into Blaine's arms and clutching onto him for dear life.

What he had been so eager for when he came here first, what he had hoped would happen in their first night of marriage, what he dreaded wouldn't happen – it had finally happened.

And although he had the feeling that he still didn't know his husband completely, he felt that this was the best timing for having their first child.

"I love you, Blaine."

He could feel Blaine smiling against his forehead.

"I love you too, Kurt."

- Fin -