Blaine looked over to his alarm and saw it was just passed seven. He got himself out of bed slowly, still not completely awake, and tried to open the bathroom door, which had been locked.

“Kurt?” Blaine said sleepily. “Why have you locked the door?”

“I’m going to have nothing to wear today,” Kurt came out, throwing all his clothes on the bed. “I am too fat for everything I own.”

“Pregnant, not fat.” Blaine yawned, not knowing if he could use the bathroom, which was becoming more of an emergency situation.

“I don’t think you understand the seriousness of this situation,” Kurt looked at the shorter man. “I am going to have to go to work naked because I am too fat for all my clothes. I have nothing.”

“Maybe we can call Finn and see if he has a shirt you can borrow until we got maternity shopping.” Blaine offered, trying not to think of his bladder.

“That won’t work,” Kurt whined. “Have you seen Finn’s clothing?”

By this point, Kurt was throwing everything out of his wardrobe in a rage, and Blaine’s bladder was also starting to rage.

“I need to quickly use the bathroom, but I’ll help you find something in a minute.” Blaine said as Kurt just nodded, and the shorter man quickly shut the bathroom door.

Blaine came back out, and Kurt was still throwing his clothes everywhere. They went through almost every item of his clothing (which was a lot) until they found something that just fit Kurt.

“Were going maternity shopping after work today.” Blaine looked at taller man who just moped and agreed.

Blaine met Kurt at his office that evening, and after dinner, they went to a department store and tried to find some clothes that Kurt could wear. After two hours of Kurt sticking his nose up at everything they found something that would do. They got back to the house and 23 week pregnant Kurt Hummel was eating cookies.

“I am too fat for everything.” Kurt said, still eating.

“No you’re not,” Blaine answered.

“I can’t fit in regular men’s clothes.” Kurt looked at the shorter man.

“Because you’re pregnant, not fat.” Blaine argued.

“There is no difference anyway.” Kurt said, taking out his work. Blaine walked over to the piano and started playing the opening to a song that Kurt knew. He just shook his head as Blaine started singing.

Live in my house,
I'll be your shelter,
Just pay me back
With one thousand kisses
Be my lover
and I'll cover you

Blaine was looking at the taller man, and Kurt just rolled his eyes.

Open your door,
I'll be your tenant
Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet
But sweet kisses I've got to spare
I'll be there and I'll cover you

Kurt started singing quietly with Blaine, still trying to focus on his work.

I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it 
A new lease you are my love, on life
Be my life

Blaine left the piano and came up to Kurt, spinning the taller man into him.

Just slip me on,
I'll be your blanket
Wherever, whatever, I'll be your coat

Kurt was laughing and singing at this point

You'll be my King, and I'll be your castle

Blaine smiled, still singing.

No, you'll be my Queen, and I'll be your moat

By this point, they were slow dancing around the living room, and singing.

I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it 
A new lease you are my love, on life 
All my life

I've longed to discover 
Something as true as this is

Blaine couldn’t help but see the smile on Kurt’s face at this moment, as they danced around the living room.

So with a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you
With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you,
When you're worn out and tired,

When your heart has expired
If you're cold and you're lonely
You've got one nickel only
With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you,
With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you

Oh, lover,
I'll cover you,
Yeah,
Oh, lover,
I'll cover you...

They stopping singing, and sunk into a kiss. When they released, Kurt was still laughing a bit, and had put his head on Blaine’s shoulder.

“You know your voice is one of my favourite things about you, right?” Kurt whispered quietly.

“And you know that it doesn’t matter how big you get or what you look like, I will still love you as much as I always have.” Blaine responded, smiling.

“Even if I suddenly wake up looking like Voldemort?” Kurt joked.

“Especially then.” Blaine laughed.

“Blaine,” Kurt quickly put his hand on his stomach. “Did you feel that?”

“Yes,” Blaine said, as he put his hand on Kurt’s stomach to feel the baby kicking. “That is amazing.”

“Either the baby likes Rent or Harry Potter.” Blaine laughed as Kurt rolled his eyes.