Chapter Six

As March turned into April and April into May, the couple just seemed to grow closer and closer together. Burt and Carole moved two blocks down the street the last week of May and come June, Blaine was finished with his degree, had one more summer class to secure his minor, and he would start teaching in the fall. With Kurt busy with upcoming fashion shows, Blaine spent a lot of time with Julianne, prepping her for her impending pre-school days. Luckily, Blaine was specialized in elementary education, so Julia was right up his alley. The only problem was Emerson. Whenever Blaine had just gotten Julia down for a quick lesson, Emerson had to come up to her with a ball and that pathetic look in his eye. 

“Aww, Emmy wanna play.” She would say, before turning to Blaine and flashing her bright green eyes. Blaine didn’t know who was worse at this game, the dog or the toddler. After most of their energy was out, Julia and Emerson would take to the couch for their afternoon nap, and Blaine would start planning out dinner. Kurt was home by six, dinner at six-thirty, a walk in the park at seven, bath and bed by nine. They were settling into an almost too comfortable routine, which made Blaine nervous. Kurt noticed the younger man’s change in attitude one Saturday. Burt and Carole took Julia on the weekends to spend time with her and to give the two of them alone time. Today, they were working on rearranging Kurt’s bedroom, making it the perfect place for two. 

“Blaine,” Kurt said, wiping his hands on his dirty sweatpants, watching as Blaine strained to put the curtains up in the right spot. “Blaine, stop.” Kurt said, grabbing Blaine’s shoulder and easing the railing down with him. “Baby, what’s going on?” He turned Blaine around and held onto his shoulders. “Talk to me.” He begged. Blaine sighed and turned his head for a moment, wiping the sweat away before turning back.

“Do you think we’re getting a little too domestic too fast?” He asked. Kurt looked at him, moving a rag around in his hands for a moment. 

“Are you asking to move out?” Kurt’s eyes flashed with hurt for a moment. Blaine shook his head quickly, moving to Kurt and closing the distance. He kissed Kurt quickly before rubbing his arms. 

“No, no. God, no.” Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt one more time. “I am talking about the routine we’re getting into. We’ve only been dating for six weeks yet we’re acting like we’ve been married six years.” He smiled. Kurt flashed a small smile as well. 

“I wouldn’t mind marrying you one day,” He slipped his arms around Blaine’s neck and pulled him close.

“Oh, really now?” Blaine asked, wrapping his arms around Kurt. 

“I can see it now; a beautiful fall day, with our friends and family surrounding us. I’m wearing Armani, you’re in Calvin Kline,” He smiled and kissed Blaine slowly. Breathing in slowly, Blaine moved his hands to Kurt’s hips and held him tighter. Twisting his head to the side, Kurt slowly licked along Blaine’s bottom lip and the other man moaned. The sound sent shivers down Kurt’s body and he held onto Blaine’s shirt tightly. 

“Bed,” He commanded and dropped the rag that was in his hand. With his hands on his hips, Blaine lifted Kurt and the older man wrapped his legs around Blaine’s waist. 

“Wow, you’re strong.” Kurt sighed as Blaine’s lips moved to worship at his neck. Truthfully, this was their first adventure as far as alone time in concerned. Gently tossing Kurt onto his bed, Blaine crawled up Kurt’s body as Kurt found his way to the headboard. Once Blaine reached Kurt, their lips met in a passionate fury again. 

“I could kiss you for the rest of my life,” Blaine noted. 

“Oh, please do.” Kurt nearly begged. 

“Gladly,” Blaine confirmed before continuing the frantic process. 

The shrill of the phone is what tore the boys apart. Kurt sighed as he reached into his pocket and answered his phone. 

“Kurt Hummel,” He answered. 

“Oh, thank God, I was worried you wouldn’t answer.” Carole spoke, sounding frantic. Quickly, Kurt sat up and Blaine moved as fast as he could with him. 

“Mom, what’s wrong?” He asked. 

“It’s Julia,” She sighed. “She was playing outside and I turned my back for one moment. The next thing I know, she’s screaming on the ground holding her ankle. I think it’s broke, but I am putting her in the car and taking her to the ER just to make sure.” 

“Daddy,” Kurt heard Julia cry. Carole handed her the phone. “Daddy, make it stop.” She cried. 

“Oh, baby, it’ll be fine.” He said, signaling Blaine to get the car ready. “Daddy and Blaine are okay.” He promised before talking to Carole again and getting the information about what to do once they got to the hospital. Kurt grabbed all of Julia’s medical information, the ones he got from the adoption agency and the ones he has acquired since she was his. He handed all of the information to Blaine as they switched sides and Kurt took the wheel. There were only a couple of times when Blaine was truly terrified for his life, and the current moment, sitting in Kurt’s passenger seat, was one. Kurt gripped onto his hand while he drove with the other. 

“Baby,” Blaine tried to calm him. “Why don’t you just calm down a little bit and go head and drive with both hands?” Blaine asked, trying to move Kurt’s other hand to join his left on the wheel. Quickly, Kurt slapped it back. 

“You and your hand is the only thing keeping me sane right now.” Kurt watched Blaine for a moment while a red light stopped the car. He watched Blaine with pleading eyes and Blaine simply nodded. Kurt needed him right now, more than he has ever needed him before. Blaine had to be the strong one right now, and that’s exactly what he was going to do. 

The moment the car was parked, they dashed inside and told the nurse on duty who they were and who they were with. 

“Right this way, Mr’s Hummel.” She said, and Blaine heard her, but Kurt didn’t. To himself, he smiled. She automatically assumed that they were married, and that Julia was their daughter. It took Blaine a moment to come back to reality, but the moment he saw the little girl all wrapped up in a temporary cast, his heart sank. 

“Oh, thank goodness.” Carole said, welcoming the both of them with hugs. “The doctor just gave her a sleep aid about ten minutes ago. She’s out like a light.” Carole smiled lightly, but Kurt panicked. 

“Sleep aids, why?” Kurt asked. “What on earth’s going on?” He asked. 

“Honey, she broke her tibia and her ankle, she’s gonna need surgery.” Carole sighed, rubbing Kurt’s back. “It won’t take much, but they need to do some repair work. She’ll be fine. They’re admitting her tonight and she goes into the OR tomorrow, first one on the list.” 

“Do you work OR tomorrow?” Kurt asked. 

“Yes, I switched Kathy to work OR tomorrow.” She said. “In the meantime, after they get her checked in, I’m going home. I hope you don’t mind, but…I kind of—“

“Told your nursing friends that we were married?” Blaine asked. Carole sighed and nodded. 

“I noticed,” Blaine smiled. 

“They wouldn’t let you stay if I didn’t say something.” She smiled and patted Kurt’s cheek and watching Blaine. Kurt watched Blaine for a moment and smiled. 

“You don’t mine pretending a bit, do ya?” He smiled. Blaine moved his way over to Kurt and kissed his cheek. 

“Not at all, babe. Not at all.”  

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The next morning, Julia was taken into surgery while Blaine ran down to the small café in the longue and grabbed coffee and a couple of breakfast rolls. He knew Kurt wasn’t going to want to eat much, but he was going to at least encourage him to eat. After he paid for the meal, the nice volunteer at the register noticed his bracelet. 

“Someone in surgery this morning?” She asked. Blaine looked down at the while paternal bracelet and then the orange surgical one. 

“Uh, yeah the girl I—“ Then he stopped himself. “My daughter,” He smiled and sighed. The woman nodded. 

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking.” She pondered. 

“She took quite a spill last night, messed up her leg pretty good. My husband and I were re-arranging our house when his mother called with the news. Luckily enough, Carole works here, so she got us in as soon as possible.” He smiled. 

“Carole Hudson-Hummel?” She asked. “She’s your mother-in-law?” Blaine nodded despite the lump rising in her throat. The volunteer smiled and Blaine nodded before taking the elevator back up to the third floor. Kurt was huddled in a chair, wrapped around both his hoodie and Blaine’s more or less trying to recover from the sleep he didn’t get last night. 

“I brought you a coffee,” Blaine gently spoke as he sat on the couch next to Kurt. 

“Oh, thanks babe but I really need to—“

“It’s decaf, more for flavor than for pleasure.” He added. “And a coffee roll whenever your stomach allows you to eat again.” He smiled. Taking a seat next to Kurt, Blaine sat his breakfast on the table beside him and opened his arms. Taking it as an open invitation, Kurt wound himself around Blaine’s body and nuzzled into his chest. 

“I know she’s okay, I am just exhausted.” Kurt spoke.

“Not really shocking,” Blaine added. “You were the one who stayed up last night,” 

“I wanted to be there in case she woke up,” 

“You knew she wasn’t going to, though.” Blaine rubbed soothing circles around Kurt’s shoulders. Kurt sighed and looked up at him. 

“I did a lot of thinking while you were sleeping, though.” 

“Oh, so is that why I smelt something burning when I woke up?” Blaine joked and received a playful slap on the chest to go along with it. Blaine kissed the top of Kurt’s head, encouraging him to continue. 

“I think that Carole had a good idea when she told them that we were married.” He looked at Blaine and sipped his coffee. 

“Oh?” Blaine questioned. 

“In fact, I think it’s so good that…” He stopped and watched Blaine. “I think we should talk about making it true….”