Too In Love to Let it Go, Chapter 2
Media: Fic
Author: gingerandfair/lavender_love00
Genre: AU/Future-fic/Married!Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2634/200,000
Prologue (LJ/AO3/Tumblr/S&C) - Chapter 1 (LJ/AO3/Tumblr/S&C)
Read Chapter 2 on AO3/Tumblr/S&C
Thursday, January 19, 2023
Just three days after their meeting with Abby Blaine was sitting at his desk checking and rechecking his schedule, confirming flights and drivers and his route for the 2-month-long book tour he’d be embarking on in two weeks. He was in the middle of transferring all the information to a huge wall calendar for Kurt when his phone rang.
He didn’t recognize the number. He hesitated, then answered, knowing full well that Kurt would’ve told him to leave it.
"Blaine?" A small, female voice that he didn’t quite recognize came through the phone line.
He paused. "Abby? …Is this Abby?" he asked, sitting up in the chair.
"Yeah," she said. "Is this a bad time?"
"No, not at all - just looking over my schedule. What’s going on?" He paused, realizing what a phone call from Abby could mean. "Are you okay? Is everything okay with the baby?"
"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just - everybody got so excited the other day that I never really finished talking to you guys about the ultrasound. Did you want to come? You totally don’t have to if you don’t want to…"
"No, no, we’d love to come!" he assured her. There was no way in hell he was missing his first chance to lay eyes on his child. "What day is it?"
"Monday, January 30th at 4:00 after I get out of school. I’ll be nineteen weeks that day, and they said it’s usually a better picture at nineteen than at eighteen, so I thought I’d wait…"
"That’s perfect, actually," he said, looking at the calendar in front of him. He absentmindedly reached down to pet Romeo as the puppy brushed against his leg. "I’m free, and Kurt can leave work early that day."
"Great!" Abby exclaimed. "I’m so glad you’re coming. I know I was all emotional the other day, but the more I think about it - you guys raising my baby, I mean - the more I feel like I can breathe again."
"I’m glad," he said sincerely. "I know we said this about fifty times the other day, but thank you so much for choosing us. I promise you, your baby is going to be so loved -" He felt a pang in his chest as he thought about it - this was really happening, he was actually going to be raising a child with Kurt. Sharing late-night feedings, fighting over who would get to be the class dad in preschool, going to school plays, sports games, maybe Glee competitions - he couldn't wait.
"I know," Abby said softly. "It’s why I picked you. I’ll see you guys in a couple weeks, okay?"
"Yeah, sounds good. Do you want to just meet us at the doctor’s office, then?"
"Yeah, Micah and I are headed straight there after school’s out. It’s at Garden OB/GYN in the Upper East Side," she said.
"Okay, we’ll see you there!" Blaine said happily.
He hung up the phone, grinning to himself as he wrote 4:00 - Abby’s ultrasound! on the calendar and drew a little smiley face next to it. He reached down to pet Romeo, who was sitting at his feet, chewing on a bone.
"Romeo? It looks like we’re gonna find out if you’re having a brother or a sister soon," he told the puppy, who licked his hand as he reached down to pet him. He patted his knees and Romeo hopped up in his lap. He smiled as the furry face nuzzled his own, then picked up his phone and dialed Kurt’s number.
"I have happy news!" he sang when Kurt answered his phone.
"Well hello to you, too," Kurt replied.
"Hi," Blaine said with a grin, still petting Romeo. "So, Abby just called me - we finalized details, and we’re going to get to go to her 19-week ultrasound to find out the sex of the baby!"
Kurt drew in a sharp breath, then barked out a laugh. "Seriously?"
"Seriously," Blaine answered.
"I can’t believe - Blaine, we’re here. This is happening."
"I know, I know. The timing is perfect too - Abby’s appointment is three days before I leave on the book tour, so I’ll be free, and you’ll just have to leave work a little early. The appointment’s at four o’clock two Mondays from now."
"Okay, good. But god, I’m going to get in so much trouble - we’ll have just found out the gender and then you’ll be gone for two months. Who’s going to be my voice of reason when I accidentally spend all night on baby websites?" Kurt asked.
Blaine groaned. "I didn’t even think about that. Do I need to take your credit card with me?"
"Maybe," Kurt teased. "Blaine?" he asked after a long pause. "In less than six months? We’re gonna have a baby."
"I know," Blaine said softly. "It doesn’t seem real yet."
"It might seem more real when you come home to a house full of baby paraphernalia and a massive credit card bill," Kurt said sweetly.
"Mmm."
"Mmm is right." Blaine could hear someone talking to Kurt in the background. "I’m sorry to cut this short, but apparently we’ve just experienced a fabric crisis so I’ve got to run. I’ll see you tonight?"
"Okay. Good luck with your crisis! And don't worry about picking up food on your way home - I'm cooking dinner," Blaine said with a grin.
"Ooh, yay. I love you."
"Love you too, Kurt."
Blaine hung up and opened his laptop. He typed out a quick email that he’d meant to send three nights ago, but hadn’t ever gotten around to doing.
To: DAWarblers (group), Alex Davidson, Chad Sullivan, Annie Harper
Subject: Happy News!
Dear friends,
Thank you so much for your support and thoughts as Kurt and I continue on this road toward adoption. We are overjoyed to be able to tell you that (part of) the waiting has finally reached an end - we found a birthmother! Her name is Abby and she’s invited us to go with her to a doctor’s appointment in a couple weeks to find out the baby’s sex. She’s just in her second trimester, so we’ve got a while to go still, but so far, so good, and we couldn’t be more thrilled. I wish we could tell you all in person. We love you all, and hope you’re all doing well. We’ll continue to send updates as we find out more news!
All our love,
Blaine and Kurt
He hit send, effectively updating all his high school and college friends in one fell swoop. He closed his laptop and Romeo flopped over onto his back, begging for a belly rub now that Blaine’s attention could be focused on him. Blaine chuckled and complied, leaning in so that Romeo could lick his nose.
"Okay buddy," he finally said, giving the puppy’s head a little pat. "What do you think we should make Kurt for dinner tonight, huh?"
* * *
"So if it’s a boy," Kurt said in between bites of Blaine’s curry, "I really like the idea of doing the nursery in neutral stripes, maybe a couple light shades of gray? And then maybe some pops of bright colors throughout the room, like red and aqua or yellow and green. Or if you wanted to go a bit more traditional, we could do light green, maybe with a mural - but I am not doing baby blue, it’s so overdone -"
"Kurt?"
"Hmm?"
"Maybe we should wait until after this doctor’s appointment to start designing the baby’s room," Blaine suggested.
Kurt frowned into his bowl. "You can never start designing too early," he grumbled.
Blaine grinned. "You’ve already picked out paint swatches, haven’t you?"
"Maaaaaybe," Kurt said, stretching the word out and cocking his head mischievously.
"Is that why you were late getting home?" Blaine asked.
"Maaaaaybe," Kurt repeated.
Blaine sighed, acquiescing. "We’ll look at them after dinner."
"Of course we will," Kurt preened, swinging his legs happily.
"But we are not doing any actual decorating until much closer to time, okay?" Blaine warned.
Kurt gave him a coy smile. "Whatever you say, honey."
* * *
Tuesday, January 24th, 2023
"We’d love to have you guys stay with us," Kurt was saying into the phone as he padded into the bedroom. Blaine was in bed reading already, the room dark except for the lamp on his nightstand. "Although sleeping space might be an issue. I guess we could put you up in a hotel…"
"Kurt, you know good and well that we’ve got a nice air mattress that Carole and I can use and Finn can sleep on the couch," his dad told him.
"But the baby will probably be crying - I don’t want you guys to be kept up -"
"Look, we want to come so we can help you. What good are we gonna be in a hotel? This is my first grandkid, Kurt - it’s not like I’m going for the lap of luxury or anything."
Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine and shrugged as if to say "Parents - what are you gonna do?"
"Let’s just table this until closer to time for the baby to be born, okay? We’ve got almost six months," he said, shrugging off his cardigan.
"Fine. Is Blaine around?" Burt asked.
"Yeah, he’s right here," Kurt said, and covered up the microphone on his phone. "Blaine, it’s Dad. You want to talk to him?"
Blaine nodded, reaching for the phone. While they were talking, Kurt shed his shirt and jeans, pulling on a pair of cut-off sweats and a thermal Henley. He could hear snippets of Blaine’s conversation with his dad, and it made him smile to know that there was at least one father figure in Blaine’s life who cared about him.
"Did Kurt tell you about the ultrasound?" Blaine was asking as Kurt slipped into the bathroom, sliding a headband over his hairline.
"No, I really don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl - I know people always say that, but I really don’t."
Kurt unscrewed the cap of his face wash and ran warm water in the sink. There was a long silent moment, and he wondered what his dad was saying.
"Well, Kurt’s right - of course we can get you guys a hotel!"
Oh. That. Kurt lathered his face, sighing as the tiny bubbles tingled on his skin. This was his favorite part of the day.
"Burt, listen - no, there’s no sense in you guys being kept up half the night too. - You know what? Kurt’s right about that too - we do have six months, we’ll work it out."
Kurt rinsed his face with the warm water and put two squirts of astringent onto a cotton ball, rubbing his T-zone carefully.
"Yeah - how’s the shop been lately?"
Kurt’s moisturizer came next, followed by the night cream, which felt deliciously cool on his skin. He pulled the headband off, ruffled his hair, and walked back into the bedroom.
"Good, good, that’s great news! And your heart? Good reports from the doctors?"
Kurt slipped under the covers and settled back against his pillow, tracing lines on Blaine’s upper arm.
"Good to hear - yeah, it was really good to talk to you too, Burt. Send my love to Carole - goodnight."
"I’m glad you can talk to my dad like that," Kurt said softly, his fingers still lightly ghosting over Blaine’s bare skin.
"Mmm, me too."
Kurt paused, wondering if it was too late to start a conversation of this gravity. "Do you think we’re doing the right thing, not telling your parents about any of this?"
"Of course I do."
"Okay. I was just thinking -"
Blaine sat up in bed. "You were thinking what, Kurt? What exactly would you like me to tell them? ‘Oh hey, haven’t talked to you in two years because you wouldn’t let my husband come to Christmas dinner since there was family present, but just so you know, we’re having a baby!’" His hands were shaking and his jaw was set. Kurt could see the muscle underneath his skin working as Blaine clenched and unclenched his teeth.
He waited, keeping quiet. He knew that Blaine wasn’t angry with him, but he also knew Blaine had to work these things out in his own time.
He rubbed his hand over Blaine’s bicep, and Blaine sighed heavily, deflating. "They’d never understand, Kurt."
"I know. I just don’t want you to look back ten, fifteen years from now and regret this decision. I - I don’t want you to resent me, Blaine."
From the shocked look on Blaine’s face, Kurt’s admission took him by surprise. "Hey," Blaine said evenly. "If I’m going to resent anybody, it sure as hell won’t be you. None of this is your fault."
"It’s not my fault that your parents are assholes, no," he said crassly, mainly just because he could get away with it. "But - our baby is going to grow up and ask questions. And we’re going to be able to tell it who its birth mom and birth dad are - but we won’t be able to explain why it only has one set of grandparents. I just feel bad - we’re having to fend my dad and Carole off, and yours aren’t even going to know the baby exists."
Blaine sighed. "I don’t want another child exposed to such a toxic environment - it was bad enough that I had to grow up in it. I’m definitely not bringing my own kid into it." He looked up nervously. "What if I’m like them, Kurt?"
"What?"
"What if I turn out like them? What if it’s some weird DNA malfunction, like a bad parenting gene or something?"
"Don’t be ridiculous," Kurt chided.
"I don’t want to be like them," Blaine defended, his hands raised.
"Blaine," Kurt said, cupping Blaine’s cheek in his hand, "that’s the most important part, the fact that you don’twant to be like them. You’ll probably be even more aware of how you’re parenting than I am, because you’ll be so concerned with doing the opposite of everything your parents did that you’ll pay more attention.”
"Oh, great, so I’m aware," Blaine said sullenly. "That doesn’t mean I’ll be any good as a dad."
"Oh, honey, you’ll be an amazing dad. You are so good and so kind and so patient - that’s got to be the trifecta of good parenting, right? And if it makes you feel any better, I have no idea what I’m doing, either. We’ll figure it out together. It’s going to be fine." He dragged his lips slowly over Blaine’s, and Blaine sighed into the kiss, one hand coming up to tangle in Kurt’s hair.
"You really think so?" he whispered, pulling back just enough that their foreheads and noses were pressed together.
"Mm-hmm," Kurt murmured. "I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. Abby wouldn’t have picked us if it wasn’t true."
Blaine sighed, giving in as Kurt worked his way down his jaw and onto his neck. "I hope you’re right."
Chapter 3
Author: gingerandfair/lavender_love00
Genre: AU/Future-fic/Married!Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2634/200,000
Prologue (LJ/AO3/Tumblr/S&C) - Chapter 1 (LJ/AO3/Tumblr/S&C)
Read Chapter 2 on AO3/Tumblr/S&C
Thursday, January 19, 2023
Just three days after their meeting with Abby Blaine was sitting at his desk checking and rechecking his schedule, confirming flights and drivers and his route for the 2-month-long book tour he’d be embarking on in two weeks. He was in the middle of transferring all the information to a huge wall calendar for Kurt when his phone rang.
He didn’t recognize the number. He hesitated, then answered, knowing full well that Kurt would’ve told him to leave it.
"Blaine?" A small, female voice that he didn’t quite recognize came through the phone line.
He paused. "Abby? …Is this Abby?" he asked, sitting up in the chair.
"Yeah," she said. "Is this a bad time?"
"No, not at all - just looking over my schedule. What’s going on?" He paused, realizing what a phone call from Abby could mean. "Are you okay? Is everything okay with the baby?"
"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just - everybody got so excited the other day that I never really finished talking to you guys about the ultrasound. Did you want to come? You totally don’t have to if you don’t want to…"
"No, no, we’d love to come!" he assured her. There was no way in hell he was missing his first chance to lay eyes on his child. "What day is it?"
"Monday, January 30th at 4:00 after I get out of school. I’ll be nineteen weeks that day, and they said it’s usually a better picture at nineteen than at eighteen, so I thought I’d wait…"
"That’s perfect, actually," he said, looking at the calendar in front of him. He absentmindedly reached down to pet Romeo as the puppy brushed against his leg. "I’m free, and Kurt can leave work early that day."
"Great!" Abby exclaimed. "I’m so glad you’re coming. I know I was all emotional the other day, but the more I think about it - you guys raising my baby, I mean - the more I feel like I can breathe again."
"I’m glad," he said sincerely. "I know we said this about fifty times the other day, but thank you so much for choosing us. I promise you, your baby is going to be so loved -" He felt a pang in his chest as he thought about it - this was really happening, he was actually going to be raising a child with Kurt. Sharing late-night feedings, fighting over who would get to be the class dad in preschool, going to school plays, sports games, maybe Glee competitions - he couldn't wait.
"I know," Abby said softly. "It’s why I picked you. I’ll see you guys in a couple weeks, okay?"
"Yeah, sounds good. Do you want to just meet us at the doctor’s office, then?"
"Yeah, Micah and I are headed straight there after school’s out. It’s at Garden OB/GYN in the Upper East Side," she said.
"Okay, we’ll see you there!" Blaine said happily.
He hung up the phone, grinning to himself as he wrote 4:00 - Abby’s ultrasound! on the calendar and drew a little smiley face next to it. He reached down to pet Romeo, who was sitting at his feet, chewing on a bone.
"Romeo? It looks like we’re gonna find out if you’re having a brother or a sister soon," he told the puppy, who licked his hand as he reached down to pet him. He patted his knees and Romeo hopped up in his lap. He smiled as the furry face nuzzled his own, then picked up his phone and dialed Kurt’s number.
"I have happy news!" he sang when Kurt answered his phone.
"Well hello to you, too," Kurt replied.
"Hi," Blaine said with a grin, still petting Romeo. "So, Abby just called me - we finalized details, and we’re going to get to go to her 19-week ultrasound to find out the sex of the baby!"
Kurt drew in a sharp breath, then barked out a laugh. "Seriously?"
"Seriously," Blaine answered.
"I can’t believe - Blaine, we’re here. This is happening."
"I know, I know. The timing is perfect too - Abby’s appointment is three days before I leave on the book tour, so I’ll be free, and you’ll just have to leave work a little early. The appointment’s at four o’clock two Mondays from now."
"Okay, good. But god, I’m going to get in so much trouble - we’ll have just found out the gender and then you’ll be gone for two months. Who’s going to be my voice of reason when I accidentally spend all night on baby websites?" Kurt asked.
Blaine groaned. "I didn’t even think about that. Do I need to take your credit card with me?"
"Maybe," Kurt teased. "Blaine?" he asked after a long pause. "In less than six months? We’re gonna have a baby."
"I know," Blaine said softly. "It doesn’t seem real yet."
"It might seem more real when you come home to a house full of baby paraphernalia and a massive credit card bill," Kurt said sweetly.
"Mmm."
"Mmm is right." Blaine could hear someone talking to Kurt in the background. "I’m sorry to cut this short, but apparently we’ve just experienced a fabric crisis so I’ve got to run. I’ll see you tonight?"
"Okay. Good luck with your crisis! And don't worry about picking up food on your way home - I'm cooking dinner," Blaine said with a grin.
"Ooh, yay. I love you."
"Love you too, Kurt."
Blaine hung up and opened his laptop. He typed out a quick email that he’d meant to send three nights ago, but hadn’t ever gotten around to doing.
To: DAWarblers (group), Alex Davidson, Chad Sullivan, Annie Harper
Subject: Happy News!
Dear friends,
Thank you so much for your support and thoughts as Kurt and I continue on this road toward adoption. We are overjoyed to be able to tell you that (part of) the waiting has finally reached an end - we found a birthmother! Her name is Abby and she’s invited us to go with her to a doctor’s appointment in a couple weeks to find out the baby’s sex. She’s just in her second trimester, so we’ve got a while to go still, but so far, so good, and we couldn’t be more thrilled. I wish we could tell you all in person. We love you all, and hope you’re all doing well. We’ll continue to send updates as we find out more news!
All our love,
Blaine and Kurt
He hit send, effectively updating all his high school and college friends in one fell swoop. He closed his laptop and Romeo flopped over onto his back, begging for a belly rub now that Blaine’s attention could be focused on him. Blaine chuckled and complied, leaning in so that Romeo could lick his nose.
"Okay buddy," he finally said, giving the puppy’s head a little pat. "What do you think we should make Kurt for dinner tonight, huh?"
* * *
"So if it’s a boy," Kurt said in between bites of Blaine’s curry, "I really like the idea of doing the nursery in neutral stripes, maybe a couple light shades of gray? And then maybe some pops of bright colors throughout the room, like red and aqua or yellow and green. Or if you wanted to go a bit more traditional, we could do light green, maybe with a mural - but I am not doing baby blue, it’s so overdone -"
"Kurt?"
"Hmm?"
"Maybe we should wait until after this doctor’s appointment to start designing the baby’s room," Blaine suggested.
Kurt frowned into his bowl. "You can never start designing too early," he grumbled.
Blaine grinned. "You’ve already picked out paint swatches, haven’t you?"
"Maaaaaybe," Kurt said, stretching the word out and cocking his head mischievously.
"Is that why you were late getting home?" Blaine asked.
"Maaaaaybe," Kurt repeated.
Blaine sighed, acquiescing. "We’ll look at them after dinner."
"Of course we will," Kurt preened, swinging his legs happily.
"But we are not doing any actual decorating until much closer to time, okay?" Blaine warned.
Kurt gave him a coy smile. "Whatever you say, honey."
* * *
Tuesday, January 24th, 2023
"We’d love to have you guys stay with us," Kurt was saying into the phone as he padded into the bedroom. Blaine was in bed reading already, the room dark except for the lamp on his nightstand. "Although sleeping space might be an issue. I guess we could put you up in a hotel…"
"Kurt, you know good and well that we’ve got a nice air mattress that Carole and I can use and Finn can sleep on the couch," his dad told him.
"But the baby will probably be crying - I don’t want you guys to be kept up -"
"Look, we want to come so we can help you. What good are we gonna be in a hotel? This is my first grandkid, Kurt - it’s not like I’m going for the lap of luxury or anything."
Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine and shrugged as if to say "Parents - what are you gonna do?"
"Let’s just table this until closer to time for the baby to be born, okay? We’ve got almost six months," he said, shrugging off his cardigan.
"Fine. Is Blaine around?" Burt asked.
"Yeah, he’s right here," Kurt said, and covered up the microphone on his phone. "Blaine, it’s Dad. You want to talk to him?"
Blaine nodded, reaching for the phone. While they were talking, Kurt shed his shirt and jeans, pulling on a pair of cut-off sweats and a thermal Henley. He could hear snippets of Blaine’s conversation with his dad, and it made him smile to know that there was at least one father figure in Blaine’s life who cared about him.
"Did Kurt tell you about the ultrasound?" Blaine was asking as Kurt slipped into the bathroom, sliding a headband over his hairline.
"No, I really don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl - I know people always say that, but I really don’t."
Kurt unscrewed the cap of his face wash and ran warm water in the sink. There was a long silent moment, and he wondered what his dad was saying.
"Well, Kurt’s right - of course we can get you guys a hotel!"
Oh. That. Kurt lathered his face, sighing as the tiny bubbles tingled on his skin. This was his favorite part of the day.
"Burt, listen - no, there’s no sense in you guys being kept up half the night too. - You know what? Kurt’s right about that too - we do have six months, we’ll work it out."
Kurt rinsed his face with the warm water and put two squirts of astringent onto a cotton ball, rubbing his T-zone carefully.
"Yeah - how’s the shop been lately?"
Kurt’s moisturizer came next, followed by the night cream, which felt deliciously cool on his skin. He pulled the headband off, ruffled his hair, and walked back into the bedroom.
"Good, good, that’s great news! And your heart? Good reports from the doctors?"
Kurt slipped under the covers and settled back against his pillow, tracing lines on Blaine’s upper arm.
"Good to hear - yeah, it was really good to talk to you too, Burt. Send my love to Carole - goodnight."
"I’m glad you can talk to my dad like that," Kurt said softly, his fingers still lightly ghosting over Blaine’s bare skin.
"Mmm, me too."
Kurt paused, wondering if it was too late to start a conversation of this gravity. "Do you think we’re doing the right thing, not telling your parents about any of this?"
"Of course I do."
"Okay. I was just thinking -"
Blaine sat up in bed. "You were thinking what, Kurt? What exactly would you like me to tell them? ‘Oh hey, haven’t talked to you in two years because you wouldn’t let my husband come to Christmas dinner since there was family present, but just so you know, we’re having a baby!’" His hands were shaking and his jaw was set. Kurt could see the muscle underneath his skin working as Blaine clenched and unclenched his teeth.
He waited, keeping quiet. He knew that Blaine wasn’t angry with him, but he also knew Blaine had to work these things out in his own time.
He rubbed his hand over Blaine’s bicep, and Blaine sighed heavily, deflating. "They’d never understand, Kurt."
"I know. I just don’t want you to look back ten, fifteen years from now and regret this decision. I - I don’t want you to resent me, Blaine."
From the shocked look on Blaine’s face, Kurt’s admission took him by surprise. "Hey," Blaine said evenly. "If I’m going to resent anybody, it sure as hell won’t be you. None of this is your fault."
"It’s not my fault that your parents are assholes, no," he said crassly, mainly just because he could get away with it. "But - our baby is going to grow up and ask questions. And we’re going to be able to tell it who its birth mom and birth dad are - but we won’t be able to explain why it only has one set of grandparents. I just feel bad - we’re having to fend my dad and Carole off, and yours aren’t even going to know the baby exists."
Blaine sighed. "I don’t want another child exposed to such a toxic environment - it was bad enough that I had to grow up in it. I’m definitely not bringing my own kid into it." He looked up nervously. "What if I’m like them, Kurt?"
"What?"
"What if I turn out like them? What if it’s some weird DNA malfunction, like a bad parenting gene or something?"
"Don’t be ridiculous," Kurt chided.
"I don’t want to be like them," Blaine defended, his hands raised.
"Blaine," Kurt said, cupping Blaine’s cheek in his hand, "that’s the most important part, the fact that you don’twant to be like them. You’ll probably be even more aware of how you’re parenting than I am, because you’ll be so concerned with doing the opposite of everything your parents did that you’ll pay more attention.”
"Oh, great, so I’m aware," Blaine said sullenly. "That doesn’t mean I’ll be any good as a dad."
"Oh, honey, you’ll be an amazing dad. You are so good and so kind and so patient - that’s got to be the trifecta of good parenting, right? And if it makes you feel any better, I have no idea what I’m doing, either. We’ll figure it out together. It’s going to be fine." He dragged his lips slowly over Blaine’s, and Blaine sighed into the kiss, one hand coming up to tangle in Kurt’s hair.
"You really think so?" he whispered, pulling back just enough that their foreheads and noses were pressed together.
"Mm-hmm," Kurt murmured. "I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. Abby wouldn’t have picked us if it wasn’t true."
Blaine sighed, giving in as Kurt worked his way down his jaw and onto his neck. "I hope you’re right."
Chapter 3