Cooper came back in the house, ready to help his wife into their car.

“You can take some time getting there, Cooper, she's only dilated to 4 and the contractions are 9 minutes apart,” Carole said. Sometimes it was a wonderful blessing to have a nurse in the family. Cooper took a breath, wrapped his arm around Mercedes in support and walked her to the car. Kurt followed them out, giving Mercy a kiss on the cheek.

“Can you come, Kurt? I want you there,” she said, holding on to him for a second. “You're my best friend and you've seen me through so much. Can you be there one more time?”

“Of course, Mercy. I'll be there,” he said in a soft voice, giving her a warm affectionate hug.

Cooper looked at his brother-in-law, smiling. “We both want you there, Kurt. Bring my brother and wait with us?”

“We'll be there as soon as I can get him ready,” Kurt said. Cooper hugged him, too, and they went on their way.

Burt, Carole, and Finn were getting ready to leave, Burt calling Mercedes' parents with the exciting news as he got in the car.

Kurt hurried back to their room, Blaine was sitting up, a worried look on his face.

“It's Mercedes, isn't it?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, they're on their way. Cooper wants me to get you there as soon as possible, so let me just get a few things ready...” he said, getting clothes out of the closet for the two of them.

“Are you sure I won't just be in the way?” Blaine said, ducking his head a little.

Kurt came back to the bed, pulling Blaine into his lap. “No, baby, you know better than that. Cooper can't go through this without his brother, you know. He needs you, and I'm going to make sure you're there for him. Now, let's get going,” Kurt said, softly kissing Blaine on his lips before getting up to finish dressing.

“Okay, let's get these jeans on you...” Kurt was struggling to hold Blaine's leg stiff enough to thread the pants on. It usually took them a while to get Blaine dressed in the morning, but with both of them being so worried and excited, it seemed to be going slower than usual.

Blaine was clearly upset, cursing his limp muscles and trying in vain to hold his leg still. He was practically panting, sweat dripping down his forehead. Kurt glanced up, this wasn't the usual way Blaine reacted.

“I have in idea, just relax and I'm going to swing your legs over the edge of the mattress,” Kurt told him, picking Blaine up and turning him. He set the jeans in front of Blaine and put his arm up the leg from the hem upwards. When he had threaded his arm all the way up, he grabbed Blaine's foot and pulled it straight while shimmying the jean leg up and over Blaine's leg. He did the same thing with the other side and then got behind Blaine on the bed and pulled the jeans under his butt and they were on. Blaine zipped and buttoned them, a sigh of relief to have the hardest part done.

“Wow, I wonder why we didn't think of that before?” he grinned. Kurt took advantage of the fact that he already had his arms around Blaine, and snuggled him closer to his chest, kissing his ear and sighing. In spite of the hurry, he would never let an opportunity go by to snuggle his husband. Blaine pushed back, trying to get a little closer, and put his arms in back of himself to try and hug Kurt, but could only reach as far as Kurt's thighs, wrapped around Blaine's legs. He rubbed the muscles and turned his head enough to get a kiss before they broke apart and Kurt was pulling on his socks and getting his shoes on.

“Do you think it's going to be a girl or a boy?” Blaine asked.

“They don't even know. Mercy asked them not to tell her when they did the ultrasound,” Kurt informed him. “I kind of hope it's a boy, I always wanted a big brother.”

“You have one.” Blaine grinned.

“No, I'm older than Finn,” Kurt looked at him in question. Blaine knew Kurt was older.

“Older, yes, but not bigger,” Blaine said, ducking so Kurt wouldn't hit him.

Kurt turned to face Blaine, coming to stand right next to him. He took Blaine' hand and and moved it so it cupped the front of Kurt's jeans. “And how would you know which one of us is bigger?”

Blaine blanched, looking up at Kurt. They he got a grin and giggled. “Oh, Kurt, you're funny. As if....”

Kurt smiled. He loved shocking Blaine, and he didn't get the opportunity very often.

“Speaking of brothers, we better get going.”

At the hospital, Kurt stepped out of the dressing room with paper gown and gloves in place. Cooper had met them in the waiting room, insisting he and Blaine get gowned and come into the labor deck. Kurt was a bit apprehensive, he didn't mind being there, but actually being in the delivery room? He wasn't sure he was up to that.

“Hey, where's Squirt?” Coop asked, coming to find the boys. He stopped and threw his arms around Kurt. “Thank you for coming, I don't know what to do. She is in so much pain, the anesthesiologist is in surgery so they can't give her the epidural yet. I had to breathe for a minute. Can you go in with her?”

“Is there something wrong, Cooper? Is she okay?”

“Yeah, the doctor says she's fine. But she looks....I don't know, she looks broken,” Cooper hung his head.

“Oh, Coop. Mercedes is a strong person, she'll do fine. It's a hard thing to go through, we'll never imagine how hard it is. I'll go sit with her, Blainers is still getting his gown on, Carole is helping him.”

Kurt gave Cooper a big supportive hug and went into the room with Mercedes. She was lying in the tiny bed, her eyes closed, breathing deep and saying something to herself.

Kurt walked over and took her hand very gently, bringing it to his lips and kissing it.

“Hi, baby. Can I hold your hand?” Kurt said in a soft voice, scared to disturb her.

“Oh, no. I'm gonna die, and they aren't telling, right?” she asked, nailing Kurt with her beautiful toffee eyes.

“No! Whatever gave you that idea?” Kurt startled.

“Because you only call Blaine “baby”. If you're calling me that, I know I must be a gonner.”

Kurt laughed. “No, you know better than that. You looked like an angel with your eyes closed. I...I didn't think about it, it just came out.”

Mercy was grinning by now. “Okay, well, I guess you're forgiven. I'm so happy you're here. I don't want to go through this without you, Kurt. You're my best friend.”

“I'd think that lofty title would be bestowed on Cooper...?”

“Well, he is, too. But I love you both, so I'm glad both of you are here. Please tell me Blaine is here, too? I think poor Coop needs his brother to lean on.”

“Yes, they're getting the gown on him now.”

Mercedes stopped talking, a look of intense pain came over her face. Kurt felt his stomach twist and hit the ground, this was awful – no wonder Cooper had to take a breather! She started breathing fast, closing her eyes and holding out her hands. Kurt got the message and took them, allowing her to hold his tightly as she breathed, making silly puffing noises that Kurt had seen her do when she was practicing with Cooper after Lamaz class. She was done before Coop appeared at the door with Blaine, wheeling him to the other side to sit next to Mercy. Coop pulled up a chair and sat.

“How are you, sweetheart? Another contraction?” he asked. Mercy gave him a tiny smile and nodded her head. They had both heard of women in childbirth call their spouses bad names, blaming their pain of the poor men. But Mercy was a lady and would never think of doing that. She held out her hand for Coop to hold while they waited for the next one. Blaine reached out and took Cooper's other hand, holding it in his lap.

They sat with Mercy, waiting out the baby for the rest of the night. It wasn't dawn yet and Mrs Jones had been there, with Tice and Mr Jones. Burt and Carole came, Finn and Rachel. But it was getting close now, the anesthesiologist had come to give Mercy an epidural, so she was much more comfortable.

The nurses came in, announcing they were moving to the delivery room and only two could go with her. Cooper looked at Mercy and she said, “Kurt” through her pained face. So he went, holding her hand as they wheeled the bed down the hall.

It went fine, Cooper holding one hand, Kurt the other, until the very last when the doctor asked the two men to hold her legs. She was having a little bit of trouble getting into the right position due to the medicine – she couldn't feel her legs at all. Kurt tried to look anywhere else, embarrassed to see Mercy spread out like that, but she finally told him to stop it, he'd seen it before, after all. He blushed all the way to his hairline and didn't say another word, Cooper laughing at him.

“It's okay, Kurt. It is a miracle, they say, and I don't mind. It's your nephew or niece, you can watch it come into the world.” Mercedes said, softly, smiling at Kurt, then at Cooper.

“Okay, honey. Just worry about getting the baby out here.” Cooper said.

Kurt and Cooper were amazed at watching the birth. The doctor nodded to Coop, so he could tell Mercy the news: it was a girl. The nurse cleaned the tiny little one off and wrapped her up, handing her to her daddy. Kurt went to kiss Mercy on the cheek, holding her hand until Cooper came to put the baby in her welcoming arms. Everyone had tears in their eyes, but joyous tears. Cooper asked Kurt to sit down and hold the baby so he could go tell everyone the news, and Kurt held the tiny little girl, afraid to even kiss her head she was so tiny and so beautiful. Mercedes had fallen asleep, and Kurt was alone with the baby. She was just so perfect. He unwrapped the blanket, and she was naked – kicking but not crying, a funny frown on her face. She had Mercedes' features, but blue eyes and pale skin. Miss Jo had told him that black babies were born with pale skin and blue eyes, but she would change later. Her ears were tiny shells, almost translucent, with pink rosebud lips, which made her frown even cuter. Her eyes were huge, like her mother, and Kurt hoped they would turn the same toffee color.

She stopped frowning, trying to focus as Kurt sang a lullaby under his breath to her, wrapping her back in her little blanket. She yawned and closed her eyes, and he held her close to his chest, loving her already; loving her more than he thought he would. Oh, if he could have this with Blaine one day, he thought. Life would be perfect.

Just then, Cooper came back, bringing Blaine with him. He took the baby and set her very gently in Blaine's arms. Blaine looked at the new life, warm in his hands and a tear escaped as he looked up at Kurt. Then Kurt knew his husband was thinking the same thing he was. They wanted this one day.

By the time the baby was born, all of the New Directions were in the waiting room. Mercy was tired, but allowed them all to come in to visit her, a few at a time. They had finally left and Kurt and Blaine left not long after, they had been up with her all night and were bone tired.

In bed, cuddled together as always, Kurt started to speak, but stopped, not sure what exactly to say to Blaine. But Blane understood – as it was so often, the two didn't really need to speak to know what the other was thinking.

“I want to have a baby some day,” Blaine told Kurt, turning to face him, wanting to see his face to know what he was thinking.

“Oh, Blaine, I do, too. I didn't think how I would fall in love with that little baby. It was just...ah, I cannot describe how it was to see her being born,” Kurt said with tears in his eyes.

“You saw it all?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah. It was weird, I was helping to hold Mercy's leg, but I didn't want to embarrass her, so I had turned my head. Maybe it was the drugs talking, but she told me I could watch. I thought I'd be sick, all the blood and everything...but it was different. Yeah, there was blood. But you just don't notice it when the baby comes out,” Kurt said with wonder.

“Well, it's not like you haven't seen her before..” Blaine said, knowing the subject pushed Kurt's buttons.

“Damn it, Blaine. That's what Cooper said! It was a LIFETIME ago. It was dark. I don't even remember that night very well anymore. Argh!!!” Kurt hit the mattress with his fist, not in anger but with a little frustration. And he did remember it, every detail. That subject was not his shining moment of glory and he wished everyone would forget about it.

Blaine leaned forward and kissed Kurt on the forehead. “I'm sorry, Kurt. Really. It was unfair of me, I won't do it again. You were saying about the baby?”

Kurt kissed Blaine on the cheek in forgiveness.

“It was, well, not to sound too cliché, but it was a miracle. It is just insane to see skin stretched that far, to see the baby's head crown and know it is a new life emerging. And the baby was so perfect. Oh, Blaine, I wish you had been able to stay, so we could share it together. I know we're young, but now I want a baby. Well, not now, we have so much to do in life and I want you to myself for a few years. But one day..?”

“Oh, Kurt, that is exactly what I was thinking. I am in love with our niece, too. I want a lot of kids, always have. But I want you for a while first. All to myself,” he finished, pulling Kurt closer, snuggling into his chest, ear over his heart to hear it beat. They did that a lot, listening to each other's heart beating. It started in the hospital, first Kurt listening when Blaine was so sick, not knowing if he would live, he wanted to know if it stopped because by then he knew that if Blaine's heart stopped, his would, too. Later, when Blaine was past the danger time, Kurt would lie in the bed with him, Blaine's head cradled on his chest so he could hear Kurt's heart beat while he tried to sleep, comforted because he knew it beat for him.

In spite of being tired, Blaine wasn't sleepy. He was happy to snuggle with Kurt, but he started wanting more. He knew Kurt was tired, and didn't want to disturb him. But it was there, the wanting. Kurt had turned over, Blaine snuggled to his back as they drifted off to sleep. But Blaine was thinking about it too much, and his body began to respond. He tried to scoot back. But he had no muscle power in his legs, so it was difficult at best.

Kurt was the one to instigate sex most times. Blaine was still unsure of himself, and it seemed that Kurt wanted it at the same time Blaine did, but as the nerves healed, Blaine was feeling those feelings much more now, and he wasn't always sure how to tell Kurt. He was usually just patient and Kurt would suggest it. But he felt himself getting hard, his breath was quicker and he couldn't think of anything else, just Kurt. He sighed.

“Kurt?” he whispered.

Kurt just moaned in his sleep, not really responding. Blaine ran his hand down Kurt's side, but Kurt just put up his hand, as if to brush away an annoyance. He really was tired.

Blaine tried to go back to sleep. Then he thought of how embarrassed he would be if Kurt woke up to find Blaine masturbating. Well, that wasn't going to happen. Ah, he could get himself ready, then wake Kurt up for a quick one. Hmm. Blaine scooted a tiny bit over the the bedside table and got the lube. He wiggled his pajama pants down enough that he could reach, going slowly and quietly so Kurt wouldn't wake up yet. He had never done this to himself before and was somewhat surprised to find he didn't feel exactly the same as Kurt. Well, of course not, but it was strange just the same. He continued fingering himself, adding more lube as needed, adding another finger – was this enough? Kurt was kind of big, so he didn't know how many. He had done what he could, it was hard to stretch his arm behind himself, so this had to do.

Blaine reached over Kurt's body, brushing his hand over the front of Kurt's pajama pants, then a little more forcefully. Kurt was dead asleep. Blaine wasn't very strong yet, though he had improved since getting back from Tahiti. He pulled Kurt so he was lying on his back, just making a sort of moaning sound in his sleep. Blaine scooted the best he could, near Kurt's middle and pulled down the pajama pants. It was kind of hard to do and Blaine was almost sweating by the time he'd gotten them down to Kurt's thighs, but he did it. Now he leaned over. Kurt was soft, but Blaine took it in his mouth and began swirling his tongue around, licking the tip and running his tongue under the foreskin. He had read so many less than complementary things about men and their lack of hygiene in this area, due to not being circumcised, but Kurt was always scrupulously clean. He moved his tongue to the sensitive underside and sucked a bit, wondering just how asleep Kurt could possible be. Blaine was holding Kurt by the base now, his whole mouth quickly filling as Kurt got harder, when he heard a noise...Kurt moaning, but not a sleepy sound – more like a sensual sound.

“Baby...oh, my.....” Kurt mumbled, waking up, Blaine found that Kurt got harder a lot quicker when he was conscience. When he was fully awake and starting to moan, Blaine stopped. Kurt whined...”Why did you stop?” in the voice reserved for steamy, hot encounters with Blaine.

“Oh, didn't want to disturb your sleep. Sorry, go back to sleep,” Blaine kidded.

“The hell I am,“ Kurt said, his voice getting deeper, his arms reaching for Blaine. He ran his hands down Blaine's back, over his hips and down his thighs. Blaine turned onto his stomach, spreading his legs in invitation. Kurt didn't need to be asked twice as he moved closer to Blaine, pressing kisses down his spine, running his hands up and down his back as Blaine started making loud moaning sounds. Kurt was surprised to hear him get loud so quickly, he usually took a few minutes of massaging for Blaine to start enjoying it enough to get vocal. He must be really feeling horny.

Kurt's hand finally came closer to Blaine's ass, rubbing circles in the buttocks and finally dipping down to rub near his entrance. Kurt's breath squeaked in alarm...this was new.

“Blaine..did you prep...for me?”

“Yeah.” Blaine looked back over his shoulder, trying to lock on Kurt's eyes.

“Oh...” Kurt's eyes got huge and he gasped a little, not sure for a second what to do. Blaine had always loved sex, but rarely instigated it. This was a whole new turn on. Kurt was suddenly so hot, so excited...

Kurt turned Blaine over on his back, lying down right on top of him, kissing his lips gently, then deeper. Blaine responded, more emotional than he thought he was, holding Kurt's face so he could kiss deeper, sliding his tongue into Kurt's mouth and swirling around his tongue, over his teeth. Kurt was overwhelmed by Blaine's exuberance, he hadn't experienced it in this way. Blaine was always ready to share in any adventure Kurt could think up, but he was generally a follower – well, after the first bout with meningitis. Before that, he was a leader as evidenced by his leadership of the Warblers, in spite of being a sophomore. Of course, Kurt wasn't thinking in this much detail right now, but it was on his mind a little, to see the sudden change in Blaine. It was refreshing.

Blaine wasn't satisfied with kissing for very long, and his hands were everywhere, stroking Kurt, rubbing and teasing him.

“Kurt, I need you, I neeeed you, please,” Blaine whisper-shouted in Kurt's ear, almost shaking with the craving to have Kurt inside him.

“Okay, baby, I'll take care of you,” Kurt whispered back, moving Blaine's legs further apart on the bed. He took a pillow and placed it under Blaine's hips, getting a growl in return as Blaine pulled him back on top. Kurt complied, taking Blaine by the hips and pushing straight in, eliciting a moan from Blaine that was almost a scream. Kurt was somehow in his self-conscious glad the room was soundproofed.

Kurt pulled Blaine's legs up, resting them on his shoulders as he went deeper, trying to give Blaine everything he was asking for. Blaine was crying, begging for more, faster, deeper, and Kurt was giving it to him until they both were so close, the thrusting had begun to get clumsy with each effort and Blaine whimpered for Kurt not to stop...and finally Blaine came, spurting over Kurt and himself – and bringing Kurt along with him.

They slowed down, Kurt gently moving Blaine's legs to the bed, curling around him, arms holding Blaine tight to his chest, kissing his curls. Blaine's arms were tight around Kurt, not wanting to let go, fingers scrambling to hold on to something, finally gripping Kurt.

Kurt began to run his fingers through Blaine's curls, softly, in a comforting repetition until he had relaxed the grip around Kurt a little. Kurt moved him over a tiny bit, so they were resting on their sides, still holding but more relaxed.

“Are you okay, baby?” Kurt asked, a little afraid of what Blaine might say. He's never seen Blaine so needy.

“Yeah, I think so. I don't know what happened to me - it was like I was desperate, I had to have you - like I needed air to breathe. I don't know......did I hurt you?” he suddenly looked scared.

“No, baby. I'm not hurt at all. Just concerned. Is something bothering you? Did you have a nightmare?”

“No. I couldn't sleep. I just kept thinking about how I can't do anything, I mean with my legs not working and all. It is so frustrating. I know I can depend on you, Kurt, to take care of me. But since I got sick, I haven't been able to take care of you. It's like it isn't fair, you always being the one to do everything, and me just some parasite sucking the blood out of you.”

Blaine turned away, as best as he could considering he couldn't move his legs. He just mostly turned his face and shoulders and Kurt thought he looked so sad – he couldn't even turn away by himself. That must be so overpowering, so overwhelming. No wonder he had decided to take control of a situation he thought he could handle, like initiating sex.

“Baby..”

“Don't call me that!!!” Blaine shouted, throwing his hands in the air and turning red.

“Blaine. I'm sorry. What can I do?” Kurt asked.

“Nothing. Nothing at all, you already do everything. Every fucking thing,” Blaine sobbed.

“Do you want me to leave? I can ask Cooper to come down, or Dad.” Kurt said, trying to keep the hurt out of his voice.

“No. Just go,” Blaine told him.

Kurt got up, silently brought back a washcloth for Blaine, He moved Blaine's cell phone next to him and then got dressed and went out the back door, whistling for Aramis to come play ball. He finally took the leash and went to the park with the dog, walking fast to burn off some of his worry. He wasn't angry at Blaine, or really even hurt. He knew it was the illness talking, but he had no idea how to fix it. He just hoped Blaine would be better when he returned. Maybe he needed to break some more dishes, that worked last time.

After being gone about an hour, Kurt came home to find Blaine gone from the bedroom. Hmm. He walked through the house, not finding him, until he heard a violin coming from the music room. He slowed his steps, coming slowly through the living room, seeing the door to the music room was open. There, dressed and in his wheelchair, Blaine was playing his violin with his eyes closed, totally consumed in it. Kurt felt like an intruder, but couldn't turn away. He sat on a chair outside the room, just listening to the sweet music coming from the instrument as though it were coming from Blaine's soul. It was so beautiful that by the time the piece was finished, Kurt had tears running down his face.

Blaine rested the violin and bow on his knees, a calm sweet smile on his lips. “Come in, Kurt.”

“I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you bab...ah, Blaine.”

“Can you take the violin and set it down for me?” Blaine asked. Kurt hurried in to Blaine's side, taking the instrument and setting it in it's case, then loosening the bow strings and setting it aside, too. He turned back to see Blaine's arms out and he started to hug him.
“No, can you take me over to the sofa?” Blaine asked, and Kurt took him, sitting down beside him.

“Kurt, you can call me 'Baby' any time you want to. I love it. I didn't mean that when I said it. I'm sorry,” Blaine said, his nose buried in Kurt's neck, holding him close and whispering.

“Okay. But if you don't want me to, it's okay, too,” Kurt whispered back, kissing Blaine's cheek. “What happened in there earlier? Did I do something to upset you?”

“Not really. I was just frustrated with everything. I think I just wanted to be the one in control for once. I feel like every second of my life has to be controlled for me. It isn't your fault, Kurt. But you are the one I have taken it out on twice now. That is so unfair, and I feel terrible about it. I just wanted to explode. After you left, I got to thinking that before I got sick, when I felt like that, I played music. So when Mrs Shaw came in to put the laundry away, she helped me put on a shirt and brought me in here.

“Are you feeling better?” Kurt asked.

“Yes. A lot. But bad if I hurt you. I didn't mean to,” Blaine said, cuddling closer to Kurt. “Am I forgiven?”

“Nothing to forgive, baby. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

A few days later, Cooper came into the living room where everyone was gathered – bringing home his wife and new baby girl.

Mercedes sat next to Kurt on the sofa, Blaine on his other side, and Cooper handed the baby to her, then sat down next to her in an easy chair. Kurt couldn't help but move the blanket to get an eyefull of his new niece, Blaine leaning over so see, too.

“Does the poor girl have a name yet?” Burt asked.

Mercedes smiled and nodded at Cooper.

“Her name is Josephine Grace Anderson, after her two grandmothers,” he grinned, proud as could be. “But we've been calling her Josey.”

“Oh, like Dawson's Creek!” Blaine said, getting a glare from Mercedes and a laugh from Kurt. His love of Dawson's Creek bordered on obsession and was a constant source of kidding from Blaine.

“No. Just no. It is Josey, not Joey,” Mercedes scowled.

“Okay, but it's a cute name. Can I hold her?” asked Uncle Blaine.

”She needs to eat in a minute, but yes, you can,” Mercy said, handing her to Kurt to pass to Blaine. Kurt actually felt a little pang of regret having to hand her over after just holding her for a second. But the pure joy on Blaine's face was worth it. He folded back the blanket and there she was, tiny cupid's bow lips in a pout, long eyelashes on her little round cheeks, her tiny fists balled up in sleep, and dressed in the pink lacy dress her uncles had given her as a birth present, complete with a pink bonnet with satin ribbons.

“Oh, Mercy, she's so pretty, she looks like a painting of a baby!” Rachel said.

“Yeah, while she's asleep. Wait until she's awake and hungry!” Cooper said, rolling his eyes.

Carole giggled at that.

“She's so cute...I could sop her up with a biscuit,” Uncle Kurt crooned, making everyone laugh.

“Oh, Kurt...you are so sappy,” Finn giggled. “Can I hold her next?”

“As long as she's asleep. She'll start to holler for her dinner when she opens her eyes,” Mercy said, smiling.

Finn and Rachel got to hold her before she woke up, hungry and shouting, and she was quickly passed back to her mama.

“Should we leave?” asked Kurt, worried about Mercedes' modesty.

“No, honey, I have a blanket, We can be discrete,” Mercy said, arranging the blanket over her breast and the baby's face. Kurt looked a bit nervous being so close, but finally calmed down as Blaine ran a comforting hand down his arm.

There followed a wonderful telling of baby stories, from Burt telling about Kurt's chicken pox when he was only one, to Cooper recounting the day he hid tiny 3 month old Blaine under the laundry so he could sneak him to school and play with him. “I got all the way to the bus stop, Blaine tucked inside my jacket, before Mrs Shaw figured it out – and here she came, barreling down the street, screeching that I was NOT to take the baby to my junior high class for the day!! She thought it was strange that I wanted to 'help' by hanging the laundry before I went to school.” He laughed. Blaine rolled his eyes, but smiled. Cooper was always doing something like that – he loved Blaine so much, he never wanted to part with him. No wonder they shared a house now.

That night, cuddled together in bed, Kurt and Blaine talked it over, how to help Blaine with his frustration, things they wanted to do after graduation, how much they wanted a baby some day, and many more things until they were both asleep, in each other's arms where they belonged.