Fic: Baby Blankets (1/?)
Title: Baby Blankets (1/?)
Rating: PG for now
Warnings: mpreg for now
Word Count: 1,355
Summary: Kurt and Blaine find out their life is about to have a plus one. A story of love and trials and learning that sometimes life is perfectly imperfect.
A/N: Over on my tumblr I've been writing a series of little mpreg drabbles, and I've decided to start putting them together into an actual chronological story. This is perhaps the fluffiest, happiest thing I've every written. I can't promise how fast I'll update, because this is more of a just-for-fun thing I've been doing, but I've really enjoyed doing it, so there will definitely be plenty more :)
Blaine finds out on a Monday.
On Tuesday, he paces.
Wednesday, he makes an appointment.
He makes up his mind on Thursday.
On Friday, he tells Kurt.
-
Blaine wants it to be a relaxing night. He’s not worried that Kurt will be upset, they’ve known it’s been a possibility for a long time, they just never expected it would actually happen, with million-to-one chances. He pours Kurt a glass of red wine (Kurt raises an eyebrow when he pours water into his own glass), pushes him onto the couch. Kurt sinks down with a sigh and Blaine pulls Kurt’s legs across him, gently massages his feet.
An appreciative groan and Blaine bites his lip.
“There’s, um, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Blue eyes meet his, filling with concern at Blaine’s trembling voice. He shouldn’t be nervous. He shouldn’t.
That doesn’t change the fact that he is.
“Yes?” Kurt prompts after a silent moment, leans forward to rest a hand on Blaine’s. “Is everything alright?”
Blaine nods, swallows thickly.
“You know… you know how I had the stomach flu last week?”
Kurt’s forehead creases.
“Well, it wasn’t the stomach flu.”
Kurt strokes a hand down Blaine’s jaw, turns his head, as if trying to decipher the mystery in Blaine’s eyes.
“What… what are you saying?”
Rebellious tears well in Blaine’s eyes, a lump forming in his throat and he’s not sure how he can possibly speak now.
“Blaine?” Kurt’s scrambled across the couch, hand tightening on Blaine’s in concern.
“Kurt… I’m…” his voice is thin, watery, words coming out in a rush, not at all like he’d planned. “I’m pregnant, Kurt. We’re… you’re going to be a dad. If you want to.”
Tears spill over, trace down his cheeks as Kurt just stares, eyes wide, lips parting in shock. Blaine laughs, sniffs, wipes his cheeks, doesn’t know what else to do, just wants Kurt to say something.
“You’re…” Kurt’s voice is soft, trailing off.
“Pregnant,” Blaine finishes for him, lips twitching into a slight smile, desperate for Kurt to be happy. A hand detaches from his, raises to cover soft pink lips.
“Oh… oh my god,” Kurt whispers behind his fingers, gaze flickering from Blaine’s face down to his stomach. “Oh my god.”
“Is that okay?” Blaine searches Kurt’s face, sees the flushing cheeks and glistening eyes. Kurt blinks, head jerking as if he’s sprung free from a trance and he laughs, shaky, the hand over his mouth reaching to wipe away his own tears.
“Yes Blaine, oh my god. I just… are you sure?”
Blaine’s smile is wider this time. “Pretty sure. I have an appointment for Monday. They’ll… they’ll confirm it there.”
“Oh my god,” Kurt repeats, throws his arms around Blaine. “I’m sorry, I keep saying that but just… oh my god.”
Blaine chuckles, holds Kurt closer.
“I know.”
“We’re going to be dads.”
“We are.”
Kurt pulls away suddenly, sitting straight, eyes wide.
“I… I have to call my dad. Have you told anyone? We need a baby room, we can turn the guest room into a nursery and we’ll have to get child locks and, oh my god, Rachel is going to want to help and…”
Words cut off with a squawk as Blaine pulls Kurt back down on top of him.
“We have plenty of time for that later.”
Kurt looks up at Blaine, presses a kiss to his chin.
“Right, sorry. I just… I can’t believe it.”
Blaine sniffs, feels another wave of tears coming up like a tidal wave.
“I can’t either. I know it wasn’t really planned or anything…”
Kurt presses a finger to his lips, cutting him off mid-sentence.
“I want it if you want it, Blaine.”
And there’s no stopping it now, and Blaine wonders when he can start blaming the tears on hormones.
“I do,” he says, a wet kiss landing on Kurt’s forehead. “I want it, I do.”
-
The phone rings three times, Kurt forcing himself to sit on the couch, the sound of the shower running, steam curling from under the bathroom door.
“Hey bud,” Burt’s voice is gruff, Kurt knows he’s probably had a long day at the shop. “What’s up?”
“How was work?” Kurt asks in a rush, his mind suddenly blank now that he has his father on the phone.
“Oh you know, another day at the shop. Jim got a job out of state so we’ve been a bit short staffed. Nothing we can’t handle though,” Burt says with a groan and Kurt can see him settling back into the couch, a beer in hand, football muted on the TV. “I’m guessing you didn’t call just to ask about the shop though, huh?”
“No,” Kurt says sheepishly, smiling when he hears Blaine singing in the shower. “I, um, I have something to tell you. Something big.”
“Is everything okay?” Burt asks, instantly concerned. “Is Blaine okay? I know he’s been sick.”
Kurt can’t help the sharp laugh that escapes him, bouncing a little on the couch.
“Blaine’s good, he’s… um…” Kurt bites his lip, tries to find the best way to say this, his prepared speech forgotten. “You’regoingtobeagrandpa.”
The words are rushed and okay, maybe that didn’t go as smoothly as he planned because there’s silence on the other end.
“Backup there bud, I’m going to be a what?”
“Blaine’s pregnant dad,” Kurt manages, voice barely containing his excitement. “We’re going to have a baby.”
“A… wow… a baby?”
“Yeah,” Kurt says, perhaps a little too loudly, voice almost a squeal. “Dad! I’m going to be a dad!”
“You’re going to be a great father, Kurt,” Burt says sincerely, and pauses. “I’m still… wow. It’s going to take me awhile to take this in.”
“I know, I still can’t believe it,” Kurt says, smiling when Blaine emerges, steam disappearing outside the door, only a towel wrapped around his waist. Dad, Kurt mouths and Blaine nods and steps forward to kiss the back of Kurt’s head before disappearing into the bedroom.
“Blaine sends his love,” Kurt says, arching his back in a stretch.
“How’s Blaine doing with all of this?” Burt asks, and Kurt can imagine him scrunching his face and rubbing the back of his neck the way he does when he’s concerned.
“He’s excited, we’re both excited,” Kurt answers honestly. “He’s been a bit sick lately, but I guess we know why now. We have an appointment Monday, so he’ll get all checked out there.”
Burt hums with sympathy. “Your mom had the worst morning sickness with you. Try and get Blaine to eat some saltines before he gets up in the morning, that always seemed to do the trick.”
“Thanks, dad,” Kurt says, making a mental note to pick up some more saltines when he goes shopping tomorrow.
“No problem, bud. You give me a call if you guys need anything, okay?”
“I promise.”
“Love ya, bud.”
“Love you too, dad.”
-
That night Kurt holds Blaine close to him, lets his nose nestle into the curls at the nape of Blaine’s neck. His hand drifts over Blaine’s belly, Blaine’s hand lazily tangling with his, both worn out from their earlier activities.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Blaine asks, voice barely a whisper, his thumb stroking over the back of Kurt’s hand.
“Thinking about you,” Kurt murmurs back, snuggling in even closer to Blaine.
“Oh yeah?” Blaine asks and Kurt can hear the smile in his voice.
“About how much I love you,” Kurt says and Blaine hums. “And how excited I am. And how I can’t believe there’s a baby in here.” Kurt gives Blaine’s belly a gentle pat. Blaine turns his head and presses a kiss against the only place he can reach, which happens to be the tip of Kurt’s nose.
“Tell me about it,” Blaine murmurs. “I feel like… I have this whole new responsibility. To keep our baby safe.”
“You do. But I’ll help you,” Kurt reassures, kissing the back of Blaine’s neck and letting his eyes droop closed. “But first sleep, hmmm.”
And they sleep, wrapped in each other, the promise of something new nestled safely between them.
Rating: PG for now
Warnings: mpreg for now
Word Count: 1,355
Summary: Kurt and Blaine find out their life is about to have a plus one. A story of love and trials and learning that sometimes life is perfectly imperfect.
A/N: Over on my tumblr I've been writing a series of little mpreg drabbles, and I've decided to start putting them together into an actual chronological story. This is perhaps the fluffiest, happiest thing I've every written. I can't promise how fast I'll update, because this is more of a just-for-fun thing I've been doing, but I've really enjoyed doing it, so there will definitely be plenty more :)
Blaine finds out on a Monday.
On Tuesday, he paces.
Wednesday, he makes an appointment.
He makes up his mind on Thursday.
On Friday, he tells Kurt.
-
Blaine wants it to be a relaxing night. He’s not worried that Kurt will be upset, they’ve known it’s been a possibility for a long time, they just never expected it would actually happen, with million-to-one chances. He pours Kurt a glass of red wine (Kurt raises an eyebrow when he pours water into his own glass), pushes him onto the couch. Kurt sinks down with a sigh and Blaine pulls Kurt’s legs across him, gently massages his feet.
An appreciative groan and Blaine bites his lip.
“There’s, um, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Blue eyes meet his, filling with concern at Blaine’s trembling voice. He shouldn’t be nervous. He shouldn’t.
That doesn’t change the fact that he is.
“Yes?” Kurt prompts after a silent moment, leans forward to rest a hand on Blaine’s. “Is everything alright?”
Blaine nods, swallows thickly.
“You know… you know how I had the stomach flu last week?”
Kurt’s forehead creases.
“Well, it wasn’t the stomach flu.”
Kurt strokes a hand down Blaine’s jaw, turns his head, as if trying to decipher the mystery in Blaine’s eyes.
“What… what are you saying?”
Rebellious tears well in Blaine’s eyes, a lump forming in his throat and he’s not sure how he can possibly speak now.
“Blaine?” Kurt’s scrambled across the couch, hand tightening on Blaine’s in concern.
“Kurt… I’m…” his voice is thin, watery, words coming out in a rush, not at all like he’d planned. “I’m pregnant, Kurt. We’re… you’re going to be a dad. If you want to.”
Tears spill over, trace down his cheeks as Kurt just stares, eyes wide, lips parting in shock. Blaine laughs, sniffs, wipes his cheeks, doesn’t know what else to do, just wants Kurt to say something.
“You’re…” Kurt’s voice is soft, trailing off.
“Pregnant,” Blaine finishes for him, lips twitching into a slight smile, desperate for Kurt to be happy. A hand detaches from his, raises to cover soft pink lips.
“Oh… oh my god,” Kurt whispers behind his fingers, gaze flickering from Blaine’s face down to his stomach. “Oh my god.”
“Is that okay?” Blaine searches Kurt’s face, sees the flushing cheeks and glistening eyes. Kurt blinks, head jerking as if he’s sprung free from a trance and he laughs, shaky, the hand over his mouth reaching to wipe away his own tears.
“Yes Blaine, oh my god. I just… are you sure?”
Blaine’s smile is wider this time. “Pretty sure. I have an appointment for Monday. They’ll… they’ll confirm it there.”
“Oh my god,” Kurt repeats, throws his arms around Blaine. “I’m sorry, I keep saying that but just… oh my god.”
Blaine chuckles, holds Kurt closer.
“I know.”
“We’re going to be dads.”
“We are.”
Kurt pulls away suddenly, sitting straight, eyes wide.
“I… I have to call my dad. Have you told anyone? We need a baby room, we can turn the guest room into a nursery and we’ll have to get child locks and, oh my god, Rachel is going to want to help and…”
Words cut off with a squawk as Blaine pulls Kurt back down on top of him.
“We have plenty of time for that later.”
Kurt looks up at Blaine, presses a kiss to his chin.
“Right, sorry. I just… I can’t believe it.”
Blaine sniffs, feels another wave of tears coming up like a tidal wave.
“I can’t either. I know it wasn’t really planned or anything…”
Kurt presses a finger to his lips, cutting him off mid-sentence.
“I want it if you want it, Blaine.”
And there’s no stopping it now, and Blaine wonders when he can start blaming the tears on hormones.
“I do,” he says, a wet kiss landing on Kurt’s forehead. “I want it, I do.”
-
The phone rings three times, Kurt forcing himself to sit on the couch, the sound of the shower running, steam curling from under the bathroom door.
“Hey bud,” Burt’s voice is gruff, Kurt knows he’s probably had a long day at the shop. “What’s up?”
“How was work?” Kurt asks in a rush, his mind suddenly blank now that he has his father on the phone.
“Oh you know, another day at the shop. Jim got a job out of state so we’ve been a bit short staffed. Nothing we can’t handle though,” Burt says with a groan and Kurt can see him settling back into the couch, a beer in hand, football muted on the TV. “I’m guessing you didn’t call just to ask about the shop though, huh?”
“No,” Kurt says sheepishly, smiling when he hears Blaine singing in the shower. “I, um, I have something to tell you. Something big.”
“Is everything okay?” Burt asks, instantly concerned. “Is Blaine okay? I know he’s been sick.”
Kurt can’t help the sharp laugh that escapes him, bouncing a little on the couch.
“Blaine’s good, he’s… um…” Kurt bites his lip, tries to find the best way to say this, his prepared speech forgotten. “You’regoingtobeagrandpa.”
The words are rushed and okay, maybe that didn’t go as smoothly as he planned because there’s silence on the other end.
“Backup there bud, I’m going to be a what?”
“Blaine’s pregnant dad,” Kurt manages, voice barely containing his excitement. “We’re going to have a baby.”
“A… wow… a baby?”
“Yeah,” Kurt says, perhaps a little too loudly, voice almost a squeal. “Dad! I’m going to be a dad!”
“You’re going to be a great father, Kurt,” Burt says sincerely, and pauses. “I’m still… wow. It’s going to take me awhile to take this in.”
“I know, I still can’t believe it,” Kurt says, smiling when Blaine emerges, steam disappearing outside the door, only a towel wrapped around his waist. Dad, Kurt mouths and Blaine nods and steps forward to kiss the back of Kurt’s head before disappearing into the bedroom.
“Blaine sends his love,” Kurt says, arching his back in a stretch.
“How’s Blaine doing with all of this?” Burt asks, and Kurt can imagine him scrunching his face and rubbing the back of his neck the way he does when he’s concerned.
“He’s excited, we’re both excited,” Kurt answers honestly. “He’s been a bit sick lately, but I guess we know why now. We have an appointment Monday, so he’ll get all checked out there.”
Burt hums with sympathy. “Your mom had the worst morning sickness with you. Try and get Blaine to eat some saltines before he gets up in the morning, that always seemed to do the trick.”
“Thanks, dad,” Kurt says, making a mental note to pick up some more saltines when he goes shopping tomorrow.
“No problem, bud. You give me a call if you guys need anything, okay?”
“I promise.”
“Love ya, bud.”
“Love you too, dad.”
-
That night Kurt holds Blaine close to him, lets his nose nestle into the curls at the nape of Blaine’s neck. His hand drifts over Blaine’s belly, Blaine’s hand lazily tangling with his, both worn out from their earlier activities.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Blaine asks, voice barely a whisper, his thumb stroking over the back of Kurt’s hand.
“Thinking about you,” Kurt murmurs back, snuggling in even closer to Blaine.
“Oh yeah?” Blaine asks and Kurt can hear the smile in his voice.
“About how much I love you,” Kurt says and Blaine hums. “And how excited I am. And how I can’t believe there’s a baby in here.” Kurt gives Blaine’s belly a gentle pat. Blaine turns his head and presses a kiss against the only place he can reach, which happens to be the tip of Kurt’s nose.
“Tell me about it,” Blaine murmurs. “I feel like… I have this whole new responsibility. To keep our baby safe.”
“You do. But I’ll help you,” Kurt reassures, kissing the back of Blaine’s neck and letting his eyes droop closed. “But first sleep, hmmm.”
And they sleep, wrapped in each other, the promise of something new nestled safely between them.