Too In Love to Let it Go, Chapter 4
Media: Fic
Author: gingerandfair/lavender_love00
Genre: AU/future-fic/Married!Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none
Word count: 5180/200,000
Chapter Summary: In which Blaine goes on a book tour, Kurt meets Matt Damon, and Rachel is still very much herself.
Prologue (LJ/AO3/Tumblr/S&C) - Chapter 1 (LJ/AO3/Tumblr/S&C) - Chapter 2 (LJ/AO3/Tumblr/S&C) - Chapter 3 ( LJ/AO3/Tumblr/S&C)
Chapter 4 on AO3/Tumblr/S&C
Chapter 4
Wednesday, February 8th, 2023
"Hey, stranger," Kurt’s voice rang out happily on the other end of the phone line.
Blaine fell backwards onto the made-up hotel bed, the too-thin comforter feeling scratchy under his skin. "Hi. How was work?"
"Mmm, it was okay. Marc let us go early, told us to rest up for tomorrow."
"I'm so, so sorry I'm missing Fashion Week," Blaine apologized for the hundredth time. He’d only been on the book tour for six days and already he was itching to get home. The fact that he was missing one of the two biggest weeks in Kurt's year wasn't helping much.
"It's okay, honey. Just think - you'll be missing the bi-annual Fashion Week meltdown!"
"Yeah, but I wish I could help you through the bi-annual Fashion Week meltdown."
"Well, there's not much we can do about it. I'm not mad, and I'll text you pictures, okay?"
"Okay," Blaine agreed begrudgingly.
"How are your adoring fans?"
Blaine laughed. "Mostly good. But it was so weird and awkward - I had this one guy bring in, I kid you not, a dildo for me to sign today. Said it was for his wife."
Kurt gasped into the phone. "You’re joking!"
"I’m not!"
"You don’t even write those kinds of books!"
"I know," Blaine said, rolling to his side as he laughed, bringing his knees up to his chest. "Like I said, weird and awkward."
"So what was his angle?" Kurt asked, deviously curious. "Is his wife in love with you? Does he think that by adding your name to a sex toy, his sex life will somehow improve?"
"I have no idea. Security escorted him off the premises before he could explain," Blaine said, on the edge of laughter again. "I mean, Kurt, there were kids there!"
"Well, I wish I had such exciting news from the home front," Kurt said, "but it’s just me and Romeo being boring old couch potatoes. We miss you."
"You’re letting him sleep in the bed, aren’t you?" Blaine asked, amused.
Kurt paused. "No," he said.
"Don’t lie, Kurt," Blaine teased.
"Okay, fine, yes, he’s sleeping with me. Our big bed gets cold, and he’s fluffy and warm and nice to cuddle."
"Mmm, may as well spoil him now - the poor dog’s gonna be totally neglected when the baby comes. Speaking of … have you heard from Abby at all?"
"Nope. Which means everything’s fine, Blaine; stop fretting. Abby’s in high school, she’s busy. She’s not going to call us every day and tell us how many times the baby moved."
Blaine exhaled slowly, the tension creeping out of his neck at a snail’s pace. “You’re right,” he conceded. "It’s just hard, being all the way in Chicago when you’re in New York. I worry."
"Mmm, I worry about you, too. I had a nightmare about you being trampled by fans last night," Kurt admitted.
"Kurt, I’m no J. K. Rowling," he said, hoping that his grin was evident in his voice. "And I'm not like the Beatles or Mick Jagger or something, with screaming teenage girls chasing me down the street. I’m just a guy who happened to write a book that people liked. The only danger, apparently, is coming in close contact with other people’s sex toys."
"You could get an STI," Kurt pointed out.
"Well I’m not going to use them," Blaine said, disgusted. "Plus, I have the mall security on-hand. I think you’ll worry less after you come visit me."
"So only two more weeks of concern that you’ll be offed by a dildo-wielding maniac, then. Excellent."
Blaine chuckled, stretching back out and rolling onto his stomach. "I wish you were here now."
"I wish I was too - I’m lonely enough, but I bet you’re lonelier. At least I have Romeo to keep me company at night."
"It won’t be as bad this week - I’m having lunch with Jeff and Nick and his girlfriend tomorrow, and they’re going to show me around the city," Blaine said.
"Good, I’m glad you have something to keep you occupied. I, meanwhile, will be waist- deep in desperate models who have no idea what they're doing. We’re starting the selection process early this year - Marc wants all fresh meat," Kurt said.
"Now I’m going to be worried about dildo-wielding maniacs," Blaine quipped, making Kurt break out in laughter. "But seriously, do try not to fall in love with any of them," he said softly. "You’d break my heart."
"Blaine, you know you’re the only man for me," Kurt scolded. "No pretty boy - even a dildo-wielding one - is going to change that."
"Can we talk more about this dildo-wielding when you come visit?" Blaine asked. "You’re giving me ideas."
Kurt giggled boyishly, and Blaine closed his eyes at the lovely sound. "I’ll be sure to pack accordingly," he said.
* * *
Later that night, Kurt was reading his copy of Vogue in bed with Romeo when his phone buzzed next to him with his nightly text message.
From: Sexy McHotpants
Goodnight, husband. I love you.
He smiled, shaking his head at the screen where Blaine had changed his name in Kurt's contacts before he left. He hadn't had the heart to change it back, and knew he wouldn't until Blaine's return.
To: Sexy McHotpants
Goodnight, husband. I love you too.
It was a ritual that had started when Blaine was researching his first book in the South, and had continued any time they'd be apart for more than a few days at a time. Every night, the same message, sent at bedtime. It was a small, simple way for them to feel connected even when they were miles away.
Kurt could picture Blaine in his hotel room, covers pulled under his chin in spite of the heat, and pillows pressed to his back to simulate Kurt's presence as he fell asleep. When Kurt was finished with his magazine, he knew he'd do the same, closing his eyes and pretending it was Blaine sleeping behind him.
"Just two months," he told Romeo, petting behind the puppy's ears. "Daddy will be home before you know it."
* * *
Thursday, February 9th, 2023
Blaine laughed jovially as he Nick, Caroline and Jeff stopped on the corner in front of a little white restaurant, charcoal letters spelling out Blackbird on the front.
"We thought it'd be a nice blast from the past to remind you of home," Jeff grinned. "Plus, the food is awesome."
Blaine slung both arms around Jeff's and Nick's shoulders, pulling them in for a short hug. "God, I missed you," he said, feeling a little guilty as Caroline looked on awkwardly. He didn't intend to leave her out. "Come here," he said to her, letting go of the guys and tugging her into a hug as well, but backed off when she looked mildly uncomfortable. "I'll tell you the whole story when we get inside."
* * *
"It's so good to see you guys," Blaine said before taking a careful bite of his seared whitefish sandwich once they'd been seated.
"It's good to see you, too, Blaine!" Nick said, nudging his shoulder. "We miss you, especially on karaoke nights."
"Oh my god, karaoke! I miss karaoke - I'll have to get Rachel to come out with me one night when I get home," he said, grinning."Or maybe you guys could come visit."
"That'd be awesome," Jeff said, stealing a French fry off of Nick's plate. "I love New York."
"Everybody loves New York," Nick said, grabbing Jeff's sandwich and taking a bite in retaliation. Blaine watched as Caroline surreptitiously took Nick's hand and kissed his knuckles, drawing his attention back to her.
"Do you want a bite of my salad?" she asked, holding her fork up to Nick's mouth.
"Oh, sure. Thanks, babe," Nick said, taking the bite, and Caroline smiled, quiet and smug. Blaine wondered what was going on there.
"It'd be really great to have you guys," he continued. "I feel like most of our friends in New York are just Kurt's friends who happen to like me as well. It's harder to meet people when your office is the local coffee place …"
"I bet you meet plenty of people," Jeff said, smirking at him. "And then I bet they walk the opposite direction when you tell them a) you're married, or b) you play for the other team."
Blaine blushed. "Not really -"
"Oh, whatever, you're just as studly as you were when you were our lead singer," Jeff said. "Nick, am I right?"
"Total stud," Nick said around a bite of chicken. "You should hear him sing," he said, turning to Caroline. "If he wasn't gay, I might be worried that you'd leave me for him." She smiled tightly, and Nick shrugged. "She doesn't sing. She doesn't really do music at all," he explained.
Blaine was sad for Nick, hearing this bit of information. Even though neither he nor Kurt ever sought out professional music careers, he couldn't imagine living in a home without music. "So no karaoke night for you, then?" he asked.
"Ahh, no. That's boys night." She laughed drily. "Until I met Nick, I thought boys night meant beer and football or pool or something. I never knew it could involve musical theater and singing in front of a bunch of people you don't know …"
"I think boys night can be whatever you want it to be," Blaine said. "Like, in our house for instance … right now, boys' night is usually going out to some swanky restaurant and seeing a Broadway show -"
"I bet that's not the only kind of show you see," Jeff said deviously, waggling his eyebrows. "I haven't forgotten your and Kurt's bachelor party, you know."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Ignore him. But in about four months, boys night is gonna be sitting at home, singing songs about rubber duckies, and deciding who's taking the late shift for feedings."
"Oh my god, the baby!" Jeff exclaimed. "We haven't even asked! How's that going?"
"Well, it sucks, being this far away from Kurt and missing doctors' appointments and stuff. But other than that - it's fantastic," Blaine beamed. "Do you want to see an ultrasound picture?"
* * *
Tuesday, February 14th, 2023
To: Sexy McHotpants
YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE
WHO I JUST MET OH MY GOD
Kurt attached the image of himself beaming with his arm around Matt Damon and sent it to Blaine.
To: Sexy McHotpants
He came up to me and said that he
loved my work. Matt. Damon. Knows.
Who. I. Am.
A few seconds later, as he was gathering his things to go home, Kurt's phone buzzed in his pocket.
From: Sexy McHotpants
Well, Happy Valentine's Day to you,
too. Instead of roses, I get a picture of
you and Matt Damon. I didn't know you
were into older guys ;)
Kurt sucked in a gasp - he'd completely forgotten what day it was. He quickly dialed Blaine's number. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, I'm the worst husband in the history of the world," he sputtered in one breath as soon as Blaine answered the phone.
"Kurt, it's fine," Blaine said, laughing. "I'm glad you got to meet him - tell me everything."
Kurt grinned, his heart warming at Blaine's words more than it ever could have with even Matt Damon standing in front of him. "I love you."
"Mmm, I love you, too. You know, I was planning a little tete-a-tete for later tonight - but if you're interested, we could move it up a little. I'm in my big, lonely hotel room all by myself …"
Every thought of every celebrity flew from Kurt's mind as he pictured Blaine, spread out on the bed, his eyes dark. "Yes," he said, stuffing things in his bag as fast as he could. "Yes, definitely let me just get my stuff - I'll call you back as soon as I get home, Blaine."
"Or I could stay on the line, whisper dirty things in your ear to get you in the mood," Blaine said playfully, but Kurt knew he was half-serious.
"Oh," he said, feeling a little lightheaded at the thought. "Um, okay. If you'd like to."
"I'd love to," Blaine said darkly, and Kurt tugged at his collar as he quickly bid goodbye to Marc and the rest of his team. "I bet you're pulling on your collar right now."
Kurt laughed, flushing. "You know me too well."
"I do," Blaine said. "I'm well acquainted with all your parts. Like, your nipples for instance. They're such a nice color, and I love that they stand up for me when I touch them. I want to touch them, Kurt. Or lick them. Just imagine that, my tongue on your chest …"
Kurt took a deep breath before he started down the sidewalk. It was going to be an uncomfortable trip home.
* * *
"Oh my god," Micah said as he shot across the couch, away from Abby.
"What?" she asked, panicking, "Why’d you stop kissing me? What’d I do?"
"Nothing, nothing," Micah babbled. He scooted back over, placing warm hands on the deep purple organza covering the swell of her abdomen. She sighed under his touch. "I just thought I felt something - holy shit, there it was again. Did the baby just move, Abby?"
"Yeah, could you feel it?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, his face breaking into a grin. "That’s - it’s -"
"I know. Kind of weird, huh?" She looked down at her belly, rubbing over the spot where the baby had just kicked.
"Yeah, I guess - but really cool. I kind of - I wonder what she looks like some days, you know?" he asked, suddenly shy. She nudged his shoulder as he hung his head bashfully, his long bangs falling over his eyes.
"Me too," she said.
"I hope she looks like you," he murmured, moving his hands from her stomach to her face. Her eyes fluttered shut as he gently kissed her.
"Micah?" she asked, curling into his side. "Do you think Kurt and Blaine will be good dads?"
"I think they’ll be great dads," he said. "You picked them. I trust your judgment. And they seem like cool guys, you know? She’s gonna have a good education, and she'll get exposed to more things than we could ever be able to."
"I know. I know it’s best for her. There’s no way we can do college with a baby, and I am going to Columbia, and you are going to Harvard, as soon as you get that letter, and I’m not letting one mistake change my life forever. But - I can’t help feeling guilty, for calling her a mistake," she said, playing with the sleeve he’d rolled up onto his forearm.
"Hey, she’s not a mistake," Micah told her seriously. "She’ll be smart and cute and she’ll make Kurt and Blaine really, really happy, and we’ll still get to know what’s going on with her. We made the mistake. And we’re getting her out of it. How can that be bad, Abby?"
She shrugged, willing herself not to cry. Again. "I don’t know - it’s just hard, being connected to her like this and knowing I’m going to have to let her go." She took a deep breath and plastered a smile on her face. "I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to ruin Valentine’s Day."
He grinned at her. "You didn’t ruin anything. I love you, ok?"
"I know. I love you too. I’m sorry for being so crazy lately …"
Micah shook his head. "Not crazy." She raised her eyebrows, and he laughed. "Okay, fine, maybe a little crazy. But not your fault. Her fault," he said, replacing his hand on her belly. "God, I love feeling her. It’s more real to me, feeling her like this. Have Kurt and Blaine gotten to feel her yet?"
"Don’t you think that’d be weird, Micah?" she asked. "What am I supposed to do, just call them up and be like 'Hey, lovely weather we’re having lately, wanna come feel my belly?' They’d run away screaming."
He laughed again. "I think they’d love it. It’s gonna be their baby, too. You should call them."
She smiled then, and cocked her head. "You’re a really great guy, you know that Micah?"
His cheeks flushed, and god he was adorable when he did that. "You know, I do my best."
"Well, you do a good job," she said, kissing his hand, then tugging at his arm. "Come on - I think my parents have chocolate-covered strawberries hidden somewhere in the fridge."
* * *
Friday, February 17th, 2023
Kurt was settled on the couch, a throw pillow behind his head, Romeo curled in his lap, a new book open to page three, when his phone rang. He groaned when he saw the caller ID.
"Hello, Rachel."
"Several points of order," she started in, not even offering a proper greeting. "One: why are you still using my old e-mail address? I only use it for junk mail, and I hardly ever check that account. I gave you the new one months ago! Two: why have I been demoted to the mass New Directions e-mail list as if I’m just some old acquaintance from high school that you never see anymore? You should have called me the moment you found out!Three: Oh my god, you’re having a baby girl! I can’t wait to help you raise her - what does her mom look like? If she’s even remotely Jewish, we can groom her to be my prodigy - maybe Blaine can take up playwriting and we can be cast as mother and daughter! Four: On a related note, just for the e-mail stunt, I’m automatically nominating myself to the top of the Potential Godmother Candidates list. And five: We really should get together soon; it’s been forever since I’ve seen you. Oh, and congratulations, Kurt."
He blinked several times, trying to let his brain catch up with his ears. Rachel continued to be his only competition, not excluding speeches that could rival the State of the Union address.
"Okay, one," Kurt said, gathering steam, "Blaine was in charge of compiling the lists, you can blame him. And he, coincidentally, is not here for you to yell at. Two, everyone is on the e-mail list, including Finn. The only person I haven’t put on there is Dad. Three - what was three again? I’ve lost track."
"I believe it was something about how your daughter will grow up to fill my perfect size seven character shoes," Rachel said helpfully.
"No. No, no, no, I love you, but the world can only handle one Rachel Berry at a time," he said. "As for the godmother thing, Blaine and I will make that decision together and no begging or complaining - or blackmailing, Rachel - will sway us one way or the other. But just between you and me," he said, conspiratorially lowering his voice, "you’re already in the top five."
"Well, obviously. And five?"
"Ummm …"
"We should get together?" Rachel reminded him.
"Oh, right!" Kurt said. "We really should. What about tomorrow - are you free?"
"As a bird," she said, her voice lilting. "It’s been so long since we had a girls’ day out, Kurt. I figured you needed one when I read the latest e-mail. I feel bad for you being all by yourself."
"I survived all by myself for years," he said, a bit of disdain drifting into his words. "I think I’ll be okay."
"Well of course you will, but you you’ll be better than okay if you’re with me," she correctly insisted. "Spa Ja for facials and massages and then Mooncake for a late lunch?"
"Rachel, I love you," he sighed, leaning back and letting Romeo creep up his chest until the puppy’s furry chin was resting on his own.
"I know, I know, I’m wonderful," she laughed. "Save the rest of your praise for tomorrow."
* * *
Friday, February 24th, 2023
Blaine met Kurt at the Portland airport’s baggage claim with a bouquet of flowers in one hand, his arms outstretched.
"Blaine! I should be meeting you with flowers, not vice-versa!" Kurt said, his words muffled by Blaine’s coat.
"You just traveled for ten solid hours, just to be with me for three days. You had a three-hour layover in Detroit. Your clothes are wrinkled and you’re stiff from the plane ride and I know you’re miserable - so you deserve some flowers," Blaine said decidedly. He placed his hands on Kurt’s shoulders and pulled back. "Let me look at you. You look tired."
"I think we both look tired," Kurt observed. Ashamed, Blaine reached a finger up to rub at the bags he knew hung under his eyes. He never slept well while traveling alone. Kurt retrieved Blaine’s hand and squeezed it gently. "We’ll both sleep better tonight."
Blaine nodded. "Ready to grab your bags and get something to eat?" he asked.
"Bags yes, food, not sure. My body thinks it’s 1:30 in the morning, Blaine."
"A snack, then?" Blaine suggested. "How do you feel about ice cream?" He waggled his eyebrows.
Kurt burst out laughing. "I feel like you’re the only person who would suggest such a thing - it’s late, it’s cold and it’s February, Blaine." He watched as Blaine’s eyes lost their mischievous twinkle and morphed into round, sad saucers. "But if you’re going to make the sad puppy face, I may as well go ahead and give in now. Plus, you’re pretty adorable with a chocolate ice cream moustache. And it’ll give me something to lick off later."
Blaine grinned widely. "Excellent. Because there’s this fantastic gelato place I discovered yesterday that’s just a block from the hotel, and there’s a Sumptown Roasters within walking distance that we can hit in the morning…"
"Oh, coffee," Kurt moaned. "I knew I would love Portland. Oooh, look, there’s my bag," he said, grinning at Blaine as he dragged his enormous suitcase off the conveyor belt with one large heave.
Blaine raised his eyebrows. "Kurt, you’re staying for three days."
"Yes, and I haven’t seen you for three weeks, so there are lots of essentials."
It was Blaine’s turn to laugh happily, and he pressed a kiss to Kurt’s cheek as he grabbed his carryon and slung it over his shoulder.
"I could’ve handled that, you know," Kurt said.
Blaine smiled at him. "I know. But I’d rather carry it for you."
* * *
Saturday, February 25th, 2023
"Okay, so you were right - your rabid fans aren’t quite as rabid as I imagined," Kurt admitted as they walked hand-in-hand out of the bookstore the next afternoon.
"I told you. And I still can’t believe you stood in line to get my autograph," Blaine chuckled, shaking his head.
"I’m a very big fan of yours. I’d wait hours for you to sign my book. Among other things …"
"You would not. Eventually you’d get bored and march straight to the front of the line, claiming spousal privilege," Blaine said.
"You’re not wrong," Kurt said, twisting his platinum wedding band around on his finger. "So what’s the game plan for the rest of the afternoon?"
"I’ve got a reading at the university scheduled tonight, but until then, we’re home free. Any ideas about what you want to do?"
"Do you remember that conversation we had a couple weeks ago, where I said I would pack accordingly? I didn’t forget," Kurt answered with a coy smile.
Blaine tried in vain to keep his face neutral. "Oh, really? How’d you manage to get that through airport security?"
"I took the batteries out and stashed it in my checked bag, silly. Do you think I’d actually carry it onto a plane?"
"Probably not."
"Probably not," Kurt repeated. "Now - hotel?"
"Yes, please," Blaine said.
Kurt gave Blaine’s driver their destination and they piled into the back seat together. Kurt kept his hand steady but inconspicuous on the inseam of Blaine’s pants the whole ride back, and Blaine, grazing his fingers back and forth over Kurt’s wrist, breathed slow and deep.
* * *
Sunday, February 26th, 2023
"I’m glad it worked out so I could come see you here," Kurt said as they wandered down an empty path toward a pavilion in the Lan Su Chinese Garden. "I think I like Portland. But that could just be because you’re in it. Or maybe it’s the coffee."
"It’s probably the coffee. The coffee’s good." Blaine smiled, placing a hand on the small of Kurt’s back, and guided him to a bench looking out over the water. "I know this totally sucks, but I’ll be home soon, Kurt, I promise."
Kurt squeezed his hand, then turned toward the water and sat very, very still. Blaine gazed at him, the pale blue scarf wound loosely around his neck, the soft gray sweater showing off a tiny sliver of skin at the base of its v.
"I know it’s cliché," Kurt said slowly, "but I feel so peaceful here. Like - my soul is resting, or something."
"I don’t think it’s cliché," Blaine replied. "I think that’s how you’re supposed to feel. Your soul needs rest sometimes." He paused. "I’m glad our souls can rest together."
"Mmm," Kurt hummed in agreement, then stared out over the water in silence for several moments longer. A breeze rustled through the bamboo grove, making the already-cool morning feel colder, and Blaine slid his hands deep into the sleeves of his sweater as he watched the flowerless lily pads float lazily atop the water.
"It’s quieter than home," he said, breaking the silence.
Kurt craned his neck to look at him, his body still facing the water. "A bit, yes," he grinned, threading their fingers together. "It makes me sleepy."
"Let’s go get tea, then." Blaine let his hands emerge from his sweater sleeves and stood, holding out a hand for Kurt. "It’ll be warm, and the Teahouse looks beautiful - I researched it online before we came."
Kurt nodded, pecking Blaine on the cheek. "I want to take our daughter to places like this," he said as they strolled along the quiet gardens. "I’d love to start traveling with her while she’s young - I want her to have all the opportunities to see the world that I didn’t."
"One caveat - I’m gonna need her to be out of diapers before we do any long plane rides," Blaine said, sliding his arm around Kurt’s waist and tugging him close.
"Deal," Kurt agreed. "Can you believe it’s just four months now? We’ve still got so much to do …"
"Shhh," Blaine hushed him, placing a finger over Kurt’s lips. "We’re not allowed to think about all the things we have to do right now. We’re going to go and enjoy our tea and then we’re going to go back to that pavilion and I’m going to kiss you by the water and you’re going to fall in love with me all over again."
"Too late," Kurt murmured, stopping Blaine in the middle of the path. "I think I already have."
Blaine hummed happily as Kurt’s lips found his, and he touched their noses together before pulling away. "I’m so happy you’re with me right now," he whispered.
"Mmm, me too," Kurt replied, and he rested his head on Blaine’s shoulder as they walked, pressed together, toward the Teahouse.
* * *
Monday, February 27th, 2023
"Hey, you make it home okay?" Blaine’s voice was static-y over the phone, and Kurt walked across the condo, checking his signal.
"I did. I picked Romeo up from the boarder’s, and even with him running all over the place and smelling everything, it still feels too empty here without you. I miss you."
"I miss you too, Kurt. Part of me wants to say fuck it and just come home to you, but I hate to disappoint my ‘adoring fans,’ as you call them. And we really need the money if we want to get the Serena and Lily crib and the glider …"
"And we definitely want to get them," Kurt said decidedly, opening his bookmarks to the website. He gazed longingly at the crib set he’d had his heart set on for over a year, white and lavender with green accents, with a lavender glider and ottoman to match.
"You’re looking at them right now, aren’t you?" Blaine asked knowingly.
"Yes," Kurt admitted, closing his laptop with a sigh. "I’m getting impatient. I just want her here now."
"Hey, don’t rush things along too fast, Kurt - let’s at least wait till I’m home and we have a crib for her to sleep in!"
"I know, I’m sorry," he said, getting up to refill Romeo’s water bowl.
"You don't have to apologize. I know you’re just excited," Blaine said. "Hey, listen, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got to let you go - I need to get my stuff together. Alex is telling me we’re about to head to Seattle."
"Mkay," Kurt said, not wanting to put the phone down. "I’ll be in the studio all day tomorrow trying to catch up - we’re still choosing models, and Marc wants one of my designs revamped a little. Call me tomorrow night?"
"Can we Skype instead? I know it’s sappy, but I miss seeing your face."
Kurt smiled. "I miss seeing yours too. Just text me and let me know what time is good for you, okay? I love you."
"Yeah, Alex, I know, I’m coming," Blaine said, his voice sounding far away. "Sorry - I love you too. I’ve really got to go though, Alex is on my case."
"Yeah, I can hear that," Kurt said, opening the fridge to see what he could possibly eat for dinner. There wasn’t much - maybe Rachel would come over and eat take-out with him. "Go, before you get in trouble. Love you."
"Love you back."
Kurt sighed, setting his phone on the kitchen counter. "Just five more weeks, Romeo," he said to the puppy at his feet. "Think we can make it?"
Romeo barked once, jumping up and placing his paws on Kurt’s shins in reply. "Yeah, I know, I miss him too, buddy," he said, lifting the dog off the ground.
Chapter 5
Author: gingerandfair/lavender_love00
Genre: AU/future-fic/Married!Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none
Word count: 5180/200,000
Chapter Summary: In which Blaine goes on a book tour, Kurt meets Matt Damon, and Rachel is still very much herself.
Prologue (LJ/AO3/Tumblr/S&C) - Chapter 1 (LJ/AO3/Tumblr/S&C) - Chapter 2 (LJ/AO3/Tumblr/S&C) - Chapter 3 ( LJ/AO3/Tumblr/S&C)
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Chapter 4
Wednesday, February 8th, 2023
"Hey, stranger," Kurt’s voice rang out happily on the other end of the phone line.
Blaine fell backwards onto the made-up hotel bed, the too-thin comforter feeling scratchy under his skin. "Hi. How was work?"
"Mmm, it was okay. Marc let us go early, told us to rest up for tomorrow."
"I'm so, so sorry I'm missing Fashion Week," Blaine apologized for the hundredth time. He’d only been on the book tour for six days and already he was itching to get home. The fact that he was missing one of the two biggest weeks in Kurt's year wasn't helping much.
"It's okay, honey. Just think - you'll be missing the bi-annual Fashion Week meltdown!"
"Yeah, but I wish I could help you through the bi-annual Fashion Week meltdown."
"Well, there's not much we can do about it. I'm not mad, and I'll text you pictures, okay?"
"Okay," Blaine agreed begrudgingly.
"How are your adoring fans?"
Blaine laughed. "Mostly good. But it was so weird and awkward - I had this one guy bring in, I kid you not, a dildo for me to sign today. Said it was for his wife."
Kurt gasped into the phone. "You’re joking!"
"I’m not!"
"You don’t even write those kinds of books!"
"I know," Blaine said, rolling to his side as he laughed, bringing his knees up to his chest. "Like I said, weird and awkward."
"So what was his angle?" Kurt asked, deviously curious. "Is his wife in love with you? Does he think that by adding your name to a sex toy, his sex life will somehow improve?"
"I have no idea. Security escorted him off the premises before he could explain," Blaine said, on the edge of laughter again. "I mean, Kurt, there were kids there!"
"Well, I wish I had such exciting news from the home front," Kurt said, "but it’s just me and Romeo being boring old couch potatoes. We miss you."
"You’re letting him sleep in the bed, aren’t you?" Blaine asked, amused.
Kurt paused. "No," he said.
"Don’t lie, Kurt," Blaine teased.
"Okay, fine, yes, he’s sleeping with me. Our big bed gets cold, and he’s fluffy and warm and nice to cuddle."
"Mmm, may as well spoil him now - the poor dog’s gonna be totally neglected when the baby comes. Speaking of … have you heard from Abby at all?"
"Nope. Which means everything’s fine, Blaine; stop fretting. Abby’s in high school, she’s busy. She’s not going to call us every day and tell us how many times the baby moved."
Blaine exhaled slowly, the tension creeping out of his neck at a snail’s pace. “You’re right,” he conceded. "It’s just hard, being all the way in Chicago when you’re in New York. I worry."
"Mmm, I worry about you, too. I had a nightmare about you being trampled by fans last night," Kurt admitted.
"Kurt, I’m no J. K. Rowling," he said, hoping that his grin was evident in his voice. "And I'm not like the Beatles or Mick Jagger or something, with screaming teenage girls chasing me down the street. I’m just a guy who happened to write a book that people liked. The only danger, apparently, is coming in close contact with other people’s sex toys."
"You could get an STI," Kurt pointed out.
"Well I’m not going to use them," Blaine said, disgusted. "Plus, I have the mall security on-hand. I think you’ll worry less after you come visit me."
"So only two more weeks of concern that you’ll be offed by a dildo-wielding maniac, then. Excellent."
Blaine chuckled, stretching back out and rolling onto his stomach. "I wish you were here now."
"I wish I was too - I’m lonely enough, but I bet you’re lonelier. At least I have Romeo to keep me company at night."
"It won’t be as bad this week - I’m having lunch with Jeff and Nick and his girlfriend tomorrow, and they’re going to show me around the city," Blaine said.
"Good, I’m glad you have something to keep you occupied. I, meanwhile, will be waist- deep in desperate models who have no idea what they're doing. We’re starting the selection process early this year - Marc wants all fresh meat," Kurt said.
"Now I’m going to be worried about dildo-wielding maniacs," Blaine quipped, making Kurt break out in laughter. "But seriously, do try not to fall in love with any of them," he said softly. "You’d break my heart."
"Blaine, you know you’re the only man for me," Kurt scolded. "No pretty boy - even a dildo-wielding one - is going to change that."
"Can we talk more about this dildo-wielding when you come visit?" Blaine asked. "You’re giving me ideas."
Kurt giggled boyishly, and Blaine closed his eyes at the lovely sound. "I’ll be sure to pack accordingly," he said.
* * *
Later that night, Kurt was reading his copy of Vogue in bed with Romeo when his phone buzzed next to him with his nightly text message.
From: Sexy McHotpants
Goodnight, husband. I love you.
He smiled, shaking his head at the screen where Blaine had changed his name in Kurt's contacts before he left. He hadn't had the heart to change it back, and knew he wouldn't until Blaine's return.
To: Sexy McHotpants
Goodnight, husband. I love you too.
It was a ritual that had started when Blaine was researching his first book in the South, and had continued any time they'd be apart for more than a few days at a time. Every night, the same message, sent at bedtime. It was a small, simple way for them to feel connected even when they were miles away.
Kurt could picture Blaine in his hotel room, covers pulled under his chin in spite of the heat, and pillows pressed to his back to simulate Kurt's presence as he fell asleep. When Kurt was finished with his magazine, he knew he'd do the same, closing his eyes and pretending it was Blaine sleeping behind him.
"Just two months," he told Romeo, petting behind the puppy's ears. "Daddy will be home before you know it."
* * *
Thursday, February 9th, 2023
Blaine laughed jovially as he Nick, Caroline and Jeff stopped on the corner in front of a little white restaurant, charcoal letters spelling out Blackbird on the front.
"We thought it'd be a nice blast from the past to remind you of home," Jeff grinned. "Plus, the food is awesome."
Blaine slung both arms around Jeff's and Nick's shoulders, pulling them in for a short hug. "God, I missed you," he said, feeling a little guilty as Caroline looked on awkwardly. He didn't intend to leave her out. "Come here," he said to her, letting go of the guys and tugging her into a hug as well, but backed off when she looked mildly uncomfortable. "I'll tell you the whole story when we get inside."
* * *
"It's so good to see you guys," Blaine said before taking a careful bite of his seared whitefish sandwich once they'd been seated.
"It's good to see you, too, Blaine!" Nick said, nudging his shoulder. "We miss you, especially on karaoke nights."
"Oh my god, karaoke! I miss karaoke - I'll have to get Rachel to come out with me one night when I get home," he said, grinning."Or maybe you guys could come visit."
"That'd be awesome," Jeff said, stealing a French fry off of Nick's plate. "I love New York."
"Everybody loves New York," Nick said, grabbing Jeff's sandwich and taking a bite in retaliation. Blaine watched as Caroline surreptitiously took Nick's hand and kissed his knuckles, drawing his attention back to her.
"Do you want a bite of my salad?" she asked, holding her fork up to Nick's mouth.
"Oh, sure. Thanks, babe," Nick said, taking the bite, and Caroline smiled, quiet and smug. Blaine wondered what was going on there.
"It'd be really great to have you guys," he continued. "I feel like most of our friends in New York are just Kurt's friends who happen to like me as well. It's harder to meet people when your office is the local coffee place …"
"I bet you meet plenty of people," Jeff said, smirking at him. "And then I bet they walk the opposite direction when you tell them a) you're married, or b) you play for the other team."
Blaine blushed. "Not really -"
"Oh, whatever, you're just as studly as you were when you were our lead singer," Jeff said. "Nick, am I right?"
"Total stud," Nick said around a bite of chicken. "You should hear him sing," he said, turning to Caroline. "If he wasn't gay, I might be worried that you'd leave me for him." She smiled tightly, and Nick shrugged. "She doesn't sing. She doesn't really do music at all," he explained.
Blaine was sad for Nick, hearing this bit of information. Even though neither he nor Kurt ever sought out professional music careers, he couldn't imagine living in a home without music. "So no karaoke night for you, then?" he asked.
"Ahh, no. That's boys night." She laughed drily. "Until I met Nick, I thought boys night meant beer and football or pool or something. I never knew it could involve musical theater and singing in front of a bunch of people you don't know …"
"I think boys night can be whatever you want it to be," Blaine said. "Like, in our house for instance … right now, boys' night is usually going out to some swanky restaurant and seeing a Broadway show -"
"I bet that's not the only kind of show you see," Jeff said deviously, waggling his eyebrows. "I haven't forgotten your and Kurt's bachelor party, you know."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Ignore him. But in about four months, boys night is gonna be sitting at home, singing songs about rubber duckies, and deciding who's taking the late shift for feedings."
"Oh my god, the baby!" Jeff exclaimed. "We haven't even asked! How's that going?"
"Well, it sucks, being this far away from Kurt and missing doctors' appointments and stuff. But other than that - it's fantastic," Blaine beamed. "Do you want to see an ultrasound picture?"
* * *
Tuesday, February 14th, 2023
To: Sexy McHotpants
YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE
WHO I JUST MET OH MY GOD
Kurt attached the image of himself beaming with his arm around Matt Damon and sent it to Blaine.
To: Sexy McHotpants
He came up to me and said that he
loved my work. Matt. Damon. Knows.
Who. I. Am.
A few seconds later, as he was gathering his things to go home, Kurt's phone buzzed in his pocket.
From: Sexy McHotpants
Well, Happy Valentine's Day to you,
too. Instead of roses, I get a picture of
you and Matt Damon. I didn't know you
were into older guys ;)
Kurt sucked in a gasp - he'd completely forgotten what day it was. He quickly dialed Blaine's number. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, I'm the worst husband in the history of the world," he sputtered in one breath as soon as Blaine answered the phone.
"Kurt, it's fine," Blaine said, laughing. "I'm glad you got to meet him - tell me everything."
Kurt grinned, his heart warming at Blaine's words more than it ever could have with even Matt Damon standing in front of him. "I love you."
"Mmm, I love you, too. You know, I was planning a little tete-a-tete for later tonight - but if you're interested, we could move it up a little. I'm in my big, lonely hotel room all by myself …"
Every thought of every celebrity flew from Kurt's mind as he pictured Blaine, spread out on the bed, his eyes dark. "Yes," he said, stuffing things in his bag as fast as he could. "Yes, definitely let me just get my stuff - I'll call you back as soon as I get home, Blaine."
"Or I could stay on the line, whisper dirty things in your ear to get you in the mood," Blaine said playfully, but Kurt knew he was half-serious.
"Oh," he said, feeling a little lightheaded at the thought. "Um, okay. If you'd like to."
"I'd love to," Blaine said darkly, and Kurt tugged at his collar as he quickly bid goodbye to Marc and the rest of his team. "I bet you're pulling on your collar right now."
Kurt laughed, flushing. "You know me too well."
"I do," Blaine said. "I'm well acquainted with all your parts. Like, your nipples for instance. They're such a nice color, and I love that they stand up for me when I touch them. I want to touch them, Kurt. Or lick them. Just imagine that, my tongue on your chest …"
Kurt took a deep breath before he started down the sidewalk. It was going to be an uncomfortable trip home.
* * *
"Oh my god," Micah said as he shot across the couch, away from Abby.
"What?" she asked, panicking, "Why’d you stop kissing me? What’d I do?"
"Nothing, nothing," Micah babbled. He scooted back over, placing warm hands on the deep purple organza covering the swell of her abdomen. She sighed under his touch. "I just thought I felt something - holy shit, there it was again. Did the baby just move, Abby?"
"Yeah, could you feel it?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, his face breaking into a grin. "That’s - it’s -"
"I know. Kind of weird, huh?" She looked down at her belly, rubbing over the spot where the baby had just kicked.
"Yeah, I guess - but really cool. I kind of - I wonder what she looks like some days, you know?" he asked, suddenly shy. She nudged his shoulder as he hung his head bashfully, his long bangs falling over his eyes.
"Me too," she said.
"I hope she looks like you," he murmured, moving his hands from her stomach to her face. Her eyes fluttered shut as he gently kissed her.
"Micah?" she asked, curling into his side. "Do you think Kurt and Blaine will be good dads?"
"I think they’ll be great dads," he said. "You picked them. I trust your judgment. And they seem like cool guys, you know? She’s gonna have a good education, and she'll get exposed to more things than we could ever be able to."
"I know. I know it’s best for her. There’s no way we can do college with a baby, and I am going to Columbia, and you are going to Harvard, as soon as you get that letter, and I’m not letting one mistake change my life forever. But - I can’t help feeling guilty, for calling her a mistake," she said, playing with the sleeve he’d rolled up onto his forearm.
"Hey, she’s not a mistake," Micah told her seriously. "She’ll be smart and cute and she’ll make Kurt and Blaine really, really happy, and we’ll still get to know what’s going on with her. We made the mistake. And we’re getting her out of it. How can that be bad, Abby?"
She shrugged, willing herself not to cry. Again. "I don’t know - it’s just hard, being connected to her like this and knowing I’m going to have to let her go." She took a deep breath and plastered a smile on her face. "I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to ruin Valentine’s Day."
He grinned at her. "You didn’t ruin anything. I love you, ok?"
"I know. I love you too. I’m sorry for being so crazy lately …"
Micah shook his head. "Not crazy." She raised her eyebrows, and he laughed. "Okay, fine, maybe a little crazy. But not your fault. Her fault," he said, replacing his hand on her belly. "God, I love feeling her. It’s more real to me, feeling her like this. Have Kurt and Blaine gotten to feel her yet?"
"Don’t you think that’d be weird, Micah?" she asked. "What am I supposed to do, just call them up and be like 'Hey, lovely weather we’re having lately, wanna come feel my belly?' They’d run away screaming."
He laughed again. "I think they’d love it. It’s gonna be their baby, too. You should call them."
She smiled then, and cocked her head. "You’re a really great guy, you know that Micah?"
His cheeks flushed, and god he was adorable when he did that. "You know, I do my best."
"Well, you do a good job," she said, kissing his hand, then tugging at his arm. "Come on - I think my parents have chocolate-covered strawberries hidden somewhere in the fridge."
* * *
Friday, February 17th, 2023
Kurt was settled on the couch, a throw pillow behind his head, Romeo curled in his lap, a new book open to page three, when his phone rang. He groaned when he saw the caller ID.
"Hello, Rachel."
"Several points of order," she started in, not even offering a proper greeting. "One: why are you still using my old e-mail address? I only use it for junk mail, and I hardly ever check that account. I gave you the new one months ago! Two: why have I been demoted to the mass New Directions e-mail list as if I’m just some old acquaintance from high school that you never see anymore? You should have called me the moment you found out!Three: Oh my god, you’re having a baby girl! I can’t wait to help you raise her - what does her mom look like? If she’s even remotely Jewish, we can groom her to be my prodigy - maybe Blaine can take up playwriting and we can be cast as mother and daughter! Four: On a related note, just for the e-mail stunt, I’m automatically nominating myself to the top of the Potential Godmother Candidates list. And five: We really should get together soon; it’s been forever since I’ve seen you. Oh, and congratulations, Kurt."
He blinked several times, trying to let his brain catch up with his ears. Rachel continued to be his only competition, not excluding speeches that could rival the State of the Union address.
"Okay, one," Kurt said, gathering steam, "Blaine was in charge of compiling the lists, you can blame him. And he, coincidentally, is not here for you to yell at. Two, everyone is on the e-mail list, including Finn. The only person I haven’t put on there is Dad. Three - what was three again? I’ve lost track."
"I believe it was something about how your daughter will grow up to fill my perfect size seven character shoes," Rachel said helpfully.
"No. No, no, no, I love you, but the world can only handle one Rachel Berry at a time," he said. "As for the godmother thing, Blaine and I will make that decision together and no begging or complaining - or blackmailing, Rachel - will sway us one way or the other. But just between you and me," he said, conspiratorially lowering his voice, "you’re already in the top five."
"Well, obviously. And five?"
"Ummm …"
"We should get together?" Rachel reminded him.
"Oh, right!" Kurt said. "We really should. What about tomorrow - are you free?"
"As a bird," she said, her voice lilting. "It’s been so long since we had a girls’ day out, Kurt. I figured you needed one when I read the latest e-mail. I feel bad for you being all by yourself."
"I survived all by myself for years," he said, a bit of disdain drifting into his words. "I think I’ll be okay."
"Well of course you will, but you you’ll be better than okay if you’re with me," she correctly insisted. "Spa Ja for facials and massages and then Mooncake for a late lunch?"
"Rachel, I love you," he sighed, leaning back and letting Romeo creep up his chest until the puppy’s furry chin was resting on his own.
"I know, I know, I’m wonderful," she laughed. "Save the rest of your praise for tomorrow."
* * *
Friday, February 24th, 2023
Blaine met Kurt at the Portland airport’s baggage claim with a bouquet of flowers in one hand, his arms outstretched.
"Blaine! I should be meeting you with flowers, not vice-versa!" Kurt said, his words muffled by Blaine’s coat.
"You just traveled for ten solid hours, just to be with me for three days. You had a three-hour layover in Detroit. Your clothes are wrinkled and you’re stiff from the plane ride and I know you’re miserable - so you deserve some flowers," Blaine said decidedly. He placed his hands on Kurt’s shoulders and pulled back. "Let me look at you. You look tired."
"I think we both look tired," Kurt observed. Ashamed, Blaine reached a finger up to rub at the bags he knew hung under his eyes. He never slept well while traveling alone. Kurt retrieved Blaine’s hand and squeezed it gently. "We’ll both sleep better tonight."
Blaine nodded. "Ready to grab your bags and get something to eat?" he asked.
"Bags yes, food, not sure. My body thinks it’s 1:30 in the morning, Blaine."
"A snack, then?" Blaine suggested. "How do you feel about ice cream?" He waggled his eyebrows.
Kurt burst out laughing. "I feel like you’re the only person who would suggest such a thing - it’s late, it’s cold and it’s February, Blaine." He watched as Blaine’s eyes lost their mischievous twinkle and morphed into round, sad saucers. "But if you’re going to make the sad puppy face, I may as well go ahead and give in now. Plus, you’re pretty adorable with a chocolate ice cream moustache. And it’ll give me something to lick off later."
Blaine grinned widely. "Excellent. Because there’s this fantastic gelato place I discovered yesterday that’s just a block from the hotel, and there’s a Sumptown Roasters within walking distance that we can hit in the morning…"
"Oh, coffee," Kurt moaned. "I knew I would love Portland. Oooh, look, there’s my bag," he said, grinning at Blaine as he dragged his enormous suitcase off the conveyor belt with one large heave.
Blaine raised his eyebrows. "Kurt, you’re staying for three days."
"Yes, and I haven’t seen you for three weeks, so there are lots of essentials."
It was Blaine’s turn to laugh happily, and he pressed a kiss to Kurt’s cheek as he grabbed his carryon and slung it over his shoulder.
"I could’ve handled that, you know," Kurt said.
Blaine smiled at him. "I know. But I’d rather carry it for you."
* * *
Saturday, February 25th, 2023
"Okay, so you were right - your rabid fans aren’t quite as rabid as I imagined," Kurt admitted as they walked hand-in-hand out of the bookstore the next afternoon.
"I told you. And I still can’t believe you stood in line to get my autograph," Blaine chuckled, shaking his head.
"I’m a very big fan of yours. I’d wait hours for you to sign my book. Among other things …"
"You would not. Eventually you’d get bored and march straight to the front of the line, claiming spousal privilege," Blaine said.
"You’re not wrong," Kurt said, twisting his platinum wedding band around on his finger. "So what’s the game plan for the rest of the afternoon?"
"I’ve got a reading at the university scheduled tonight, but until then, we’re home free. Any ideas about what you want to do?"
"Do you remember that conversation we had a couple weeks ago, where I said I would pack accordingly? I didn’t forget," Kurt answered with a coy smile.
Blaine tried in vain to keep his face neutral. "Oh, really? How’d you manage to get that through airport security?"
"I took the batteries out and stashed it in my checked bag, silly. Do you think I’d actually carry it onto a plane?"
"Probably not."
"Probably not," Kurt repeated. "Now - hotel?"
"Yes, please," Blaine said.
Kurt gave Blaine’s driver their destination and they piled into the back seat together. Kurt kept his hand steady but inconspicuous on the inseam of Blaine’s pants the whole ride back, and Blaine, grazing his fingers back and forth over Kurt’s wrist, breathed slow and deep.
* * *
Sunday, February 26th, 2023
"I’m glad it worked out so I could come see you here," Kurt said as they wandered down an empty path toward a pavilion in the Lan Su Chinese Garden. "I think I like Portland. But that could just be because you’re in it. Or maybe it’s the coffee."
"It’s probably the coffee. The coffee’s good." Blaine smiled, placing a hand on the small of Kurt’s back, and guided him to a bench looking out over the water. "I know this totally sucks, but I’ll be home soon, Kurt, I promise."
Kurt squeezed his hand, then turned toward the water and sat very, very still. Blaine gazed at him, the pale blue scarf wound loosely around his neck, the soft gray sweater showing off a tiny sliver of skin at the base of its v.
"I know it’s cliché," Kurt said slowly, "but I feel so peaceful here. Like - my soul is resting, or something."
"I don’t think it’s cliché," Blaine replied. "I think that’s how you’re supposed to feel. Your soul needs rest sometimes." He paused. "I’m glad our souls can rest together."
"Mmm," Kurt hummed in agreement, then stared out over the water in silence for several moments longer. A breeze rustled through the bamboo grove, making the already-cool morning feel colder, and Blaine slid his hands deep into the sleeves of his sweater as he watched the flowerless lily pads float lazily atop the water.
"It’s quieter than home," he said, breaking the silence.
Kurt craned his neck to look at him, his body still facing the water. "A bit, yes," he grinned, threading their fingers together. "It makes me sleepy."
"Let’s go get tea, then." Blaine let his hands emerge from his sweater sleeves and stood, holding out a hand for Kurt. "It’ll be warm, and the Teahouse looks beautiful - I researched it online before we came."
Kurt nodded, pecking Blaine on the cheek. "I want to take our daughter to places like this," he said as they strolled along the quiet gardens. "I’d love to start traveling with her while she’s young - I want her to have all the opportunities to see the world that I didn’t."
"One caveat - I’m gonna need her to be out of diapers before we do any long plane rides," Blaine said, sliding his arm around Kurt’s waist and tugging him close.
"Deal," Kurt agreed. "Can you believe it’s just four months now? We’ve still got so much to do …"
"Shhh," Blaine hushed him, placing a finger over Kurt’s lips. "We’re not allowed to think about all the things we have to do right now. We’re going to go and enjoy our tea and then we’re going to go back to that pavilion and I’m going to kiss you by the water and you’re going to fall in love with me all over again."
"Too late," Kurt murmured, stopping Blaine in the middle of the path. "I think I already have."
Blaine hummed happily as Kurt’s lips found his, and he touched their noses together before pulling away. "I’m so happy you’re with me right now," he whispered.
"Mmm, me too," Kurt replied, and he rested his head on Blaine’s shoulder as they walked, pressed together, toward the Teahouse.
* * *
Monday, February 27th, 2023
"Hey, you make it home okay?" Blaine’s voice was static-y over the phone, and Kurt walked across the condo, checking his signal.
"I did. I picked Romeo up from the boarder’s, and even with him running all over the place and smelling everything, it still feels too empty here without you. I miss you."
"I miss you too, Kurt. Part of me wants to say fuck it and just come home to you, but I hate to disappoint my ‘adoring fans,’ as you call them. And we really need the money if we want to get the Serena and Lily crib and the glider …"
"And we definitely want to get them," Kurt said decidedly, opening his bookmarks to the website. He gazed longingly at the crib set he’d had his heart set on for over a year, white and lavender with green accents, with a lavender glider and ottoman to match.
"You’re looking at them right now, aren’t you?" Blaine asked knowingly.
"Yes," Kurt admitted, closing his laptop with a sigh. "I’m getting impatient. I just want her here now."
"Hey, don’t rush things along too fast, Kurt - let’s at least wait till I’m home and we have a crib for her to sleep in!"
"I know, I’m sorry," he said, getting up to refill Romeo’s water bowl.
"You don't have to apologize. I know you’re just excited," Blaine said. "Hey, listen, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got to let you go - I need to get my stuff together. Alex is telling me we’re about to head to Seattle."
"Mkay," Kurt said, not wanting to put the phone down. "I’ll be in the studio all day tomorrow trying to catch up - we’re still choosing models, and Marc wants one of my designs revamped a little. Call me tomorrow night?"
"Can we Skype instead? I know it’s sappy, but I miss seeing your face."
Kurt smiled. "I miss seeing yours too. Just text me and let me know what time is good for you, okay? I love you."
"Yeah, Alex, I know, I’m coming," Blaine said, his voice sounding far away. "Sorry - I love you too. I’ve really got to go though, Alex is on my case."
"Yeah, I can hear that," Kurt said, opening the fridge to see what he could possibly eat for dinner. There wasn’t much - maybe Rachel would come over and eat take-out with him. "Go, before you get in trouble. Love you."
"Love you back."
Kurt sighed, setting his phone on the kitchen counter. "Just five more weeks, Romeo," he said to the puppy at his feet. "Think we can make it?"
Romeo barked once, jumping up and placing his paws on Kurt’s shins in reply. "Yeah, I know, I miss him too, buddy," he said, lifting the dog off the ground.
Chapter 5