Kurt, who was now 23 weeks, got off the subway and breathed in heavily, while taking in the cold air. He wanted to go home, get into his sweats and pretend the day never happened. After freezing walking back to the loft, he didn't have a coat that fit properly and New York weather was not kind to those who didn't dress appropriately in mid-November, Blaine was making them dinner.

"Where are the lovebirds?" Kurt asked getting his key out of the door.

"They are out for dinner for Finn's birthday I believe," Blaine was stirring the pasta sauce. "How was work?"

"I'd rather not get into it." Kurt walked into their bedroom and shut the door.

Blaine knew to leave the taller man a few minutes before going in. Even though they weren't dating, they were still best friends and talked about everything with each other. It took a few minutes before Kurt reappeared and Blaine had turned off the food. He came up the taller man, with a plate.

"It was a long day," Kurt muttered before Blaine even asked. "The subway was late, which meant I was late. I was running around all day doing errands, and while I was on the subway going home, at least six people were whispering about me because I am too fat for all my freaking clothes. I didn't know I was that much of a spectacle."

"You're not fat," Blaine responded. "And you are a spectacle because you are perfect."

"Well I certainly didn't feel perfect," Kurt muttered. "I felt like I may as well have had warts and a hunchback."

Blaine just laughed, as he thought of a perfect idea. He went up to his iPod and connected it to the speakers before playing a song that Kurt was all too familiar with. Blaine started singing the song and a smile broke on Kurt's face.

Made a wrong turn, Once or twice
Dug my way out, Blood and fire
Bad decisions, That's alright
Welcome to my silly life

By the chorus they were dancing around the living room singing together. Kurt had pretty much forgotten the entire as they were singing the song. In the final chorus, Blaine put his arm around Kurt and the taller boy couldn't help but smile.

You're perfect, you're perfect
Pretty, pretty please
don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're perfect to me.

"Why does that song always make everything better?" The taller man asked.

"It's Pink, she's magic." Blaine laughed.

They started laughing and Kurt felt a huge kick. The baby had kicked a couple of times, but this was much harder, and it felt much more real.

"Blaine," Kurt grabbed his hand. "It's kicking. I think it likes Pink."

"I think it does." A huge smile broke on Blaine's face as he felt the baby kicking his hand.

The kicking and the novelty wore off soon and Kurt went to pick up the dishes and wash them.

"How did the high note stuff go with the girl today?" Kurt asked.

"It was actually really helpful. I never thought of teaching high notes like that." Blaine responded.

"It's how my mum started teaching me," Kurt responded. "It made sense."

"Well it worked that's for sure." Blaine came into the kitchen.

"Anything to help," Kurt smiled before he looked down at his slightly protruding belly. "Now I need to go and find an outfit for tomorrow that doesn't feel like it's going to cut off my circulation."

"You need to get maternity clothes." Blaine dried the dishes.

"I am aware of this," Kurt grumbled. "Rachel's going with me on the weekend to find some decent stuff."

"Well whatever it is I'm sure you'll make it work." Blaine smiled.

"Of course," Kurt walked off. "I am Kurt Hummel after all."