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"Okay... uhmm..." Blaine thinks a question for Kurt as the couple lounges in the living room. "Am I... a morning or night person?" he glanced at his husband who is sitting next to him; head resting on the back of the couch while his legs were propped on the coffee table, hands drumming the bulge of his stomach, as he thinks of his answer.

Progress has been made between the two; it has been days since the office kiss happened, but neither of the two mentioned it afterwards. They settled for shy smiles and stolen glances; neither acknowledging the dynamic shift in their relationship; nevertheless, they are comfortable with what they have now, as friendship started to grow in their relationship.

Its Christmas Eve but the couple settled in celebrating it within the four corners of the apartment. They already greeted their respective families when they could not join the couples humble celebration. Cooper and Jenna have to attend a Christmas Party hosted by Jennas company, the HudmelBerry, celebrated Christmas in Ohio when Caroles parents made a surprise appearance and Blaines parents went to Italy to celebrate their Christmas-slash-anniversary.

The newlyweds had already finished their dinner, which was thankfully done by Kurt. They decided to eat the dessert in the living room when Blaine came up with a game where he could discreetly gain more information about his husband.

"Thats a trick question," Kurt decided as he pushed himself up in a sitting position. He took a bite of his Nutella dipped pickles before explaining. "You are neither a day or night person... You do your work base on your mood, not on the time," he stated as a matter of fact.

"No Im not," Blaine denied. How do you even know that? I didnt even notice it. Even Kurt knows more about him than himself.

"Yes you are, Blaine. You do things depending on your mood. You have to get comfortable first before you started working or doing whatever you are doing," he stated smugly and brought the pickle in his hand toward Blaines mouth. "Now eat up, Anderson." He teased him. Apparently, if one guesses the wrong preference, they would have to eat the food they hate the most and ironically Blaine admitted that he never liked eating pickles.

"Why is there no dip?" Blaine complained, trying to cover the taste of Pickles with the chocolate dip.

"Punishment for you, cheater," Kurt replied and waved the pickles on his face again. "You thought I couldnt answer that, huh?" he asked smugly then removed the pickles from Blaines face, deciding a better punishment for him. "Wait! On second thought..." he then scooped his yogurt from the table and dipped the bitten pickle. "Say ahhh..." Kurt said as he repositioned himself to feed Blaine the pickle.

Blaine eyed the vegetable in front of him. "No way! No way am I going to eat that thing!" He protested, moving Kurts hand away from him. "No way! Hummel! You eat that."

"Come on Blaine... You lose, you have to eat. I drank that Oolong tea you made me," Kurt whined and placed the food right at Blaines lips. "Open up."

Blaine smirked when he remembered Kurts face when he drank the bitter tea. One thing he knew about his husband was that he cannot live without his Non-fat Mocha, but dipped pickles are his substitute during his pregnancy. He finally opened his mouth when Kurt swiped the pickle on his lips, smearing the yogurt down to his chin. He took a big bite to satisfy Kurts demand and accidentally biting Kurts finger.

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered, his finger is still inside Blaines mouth. Blaine made no movement when Kurt called out to him, just stared at the glasz eyes-yes he had researched Kurts eye color-staring back at him. After a few seconds of tasting a tidbit of Kurt, Blaine slowly dragged his lips away from the finger eliciting a silent pop in the process. "Blaine..." Kurt whispered again when he felt Blaine moving closer to him.

The moment was over when Blaines ring tone resounded in the apartment. He moved his eyes away from Kurt and groaned in frustration. Why am I so angry about it? Damn it Anderson! Stop being a pervert! Youve just started being friends, dont ruin it. He calmed himself first before crawling over the coffee table and grabbing his phone. He was just about to accept the call from Cooper when the ringing stopped. He shrugged, not bothering to return the call and resumed his position before.

The two sat beside each other facing the television, elbows brush as they moved awkwardly in their seats. "So..." Blaine prompted and scratched the back of his neck.

"So... am I a Beatles or Sonny & Cher?" Kurt asked hopefully; dismissing the sudden tension around them.

Blaine chuckled to Kurt and answered him seriously. "Beatles. Definitely the Beatles," he answered proudly.

"How can you be so sure? Sonny & Chers songs are also great," Kurt challenged Blaine.

Blaine knowingly shrugged. "I heard you humming a Beatles song the other night..." He admitted shyly. He didnt want to invade Kurts privacy when he saw him sitting on the rocking chair, which was bought by Blaine when he found out that it helped in the carriers blood circulation. He saw Kurt rocking into sleep while rubbing his palms to his bare stomach; having his shirt ride up below his nipples, he knew watching Kurt sleeping was kind of creepy but he couldnt help himself stare at the beautiful image of his husband. "I only heard snippets of it but I think its..."

"Blackbird," they said in unison.

Kurt smiled when Blaine guessed it correctly. "It was my mothers lullaby to me when I was little... and I think she wanted me to do it with Pickles, too."

"Can you... uhmm... can you sing it?" Blaine asked shyly, he really wanted to hear Kurt properly sing.

"I... dont know..." Kurt hesitated, he hadnt been singing since high school, so he didnt know if he could still do it. "I havent sung in years..." he reasoned out, but nodded when Blaine begged him again. "Fine... fine..." he coughed and repositioned himself comfortably, facing Blaine with eyes closed as he started to sing.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

He finished his song and when he opened his eyes, he was surprised when Blaines face was mere inches away from him. "Kurt... that... that was beautiful..." Blaine sobbed and slowly leaned forward. He stopped an inch away from Kurt face and deeply looked at the pale mans eyes; asking for permission to continue his intention.

Kurt didnt make any movement, just closed his eyes again as an answer to Blaine. Blaine was relieved when Kurt allowed him to move forward; their lips were just barely touching when the doorbell rang, disrupting the couple with their current mission.

"The fuck now!" Blaine complained loudly, making Kurt giggle. He angrily stomped across the living room to answer the door; frustrated that they were once again interrupted. He slammed the door open and revealed the person he didnt want to see yet.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked incredulously.

"Way to greet your brother, Squirt," he ruffled Blaines hair and greeted him, but Blaine only left the door wide open for Cooper and Jenna. Cooper might have heard his brother grunted a Fucking cockblocks as he left them standing there, but he ignored it to escort his wife inside the apartment.

"Merry Christmas Cooper, Jenna!" Kurt greeted them while sitting beside his grumpy husband. He was squeezed between Blaines arms draped around his shoulder and Blaines chest pressed against his side, but he didnt mind it one bit. Kurt was quite glad seeing Blaines reaction when they were interrupted by the older couple.

"Merry Christmas to you kiddo..." Cooper responded as he situated himself in the adjacent chair from Kurt and Blaines couch, sitting on its arm. "Thats a proper way of greeting, Squirt. Learn from your husband," Cooper lightly scolded Blaine.

"If you werent being a cockblock I would have been," Blaine mumbled to himself. "What are you doing here, Coop?" he asked, still annoyed at his brothers timing.

"We came bearing gifts," his wife answered for him, pointing at the paper bags in Coopers hands. "We ditched the party early and decided to join you guys..." she said cheerfully.

"Oooh... Oh yeah!" Kurt suddenly remembered his gift for Blaine, hidden under the couch. He wanted to wait until 12 midnight to give him the gift, but decided differently when Cooper and Jenna came barging in with their own. He slightly bent over and blindly patted the floor to look for the small box he kept under the couch. "Here it is!" Kurt said, revealing a rectangular red box. "Its for you Blaine. Merry Christmas." He gave the box to Blaine and in the moment of bravery he leaned over to kiss Blaine on the cheeks.

Blaine blushed both to the kiss and to the gift. He didnt expect Kurt to give him a gift after the way he treated him; he hadnt even apologized properly to him. He also didnt expect a deep green bowtie inside the box, and when he squinted his eyes on the right side of the bow; the word courage was meticulously embroidered in white thread.

"Where... where did you even found this?" he asked disbelievingly. "Did you make this?" he asked even though he knew the answer. Damn! I married a talented man.

Kurt nodded his head shyly. "Yeah... I made it..." Kurt admitted happily. He smiled as his husband caressed his new bow tie. "I dont know if you would remember but courage-" his explanation was cut off.

"I remember," Blaine answered for him. He smiled mischievously and took his gift from his breast pocket. "Merry Christmas!" He then copied Kurt by kissing him on the cheeks, longer and nearer to Kurts lips. "Open it." Blaine gestured.

Kurt opened the box and was confused when he found the pocket watch Blaine gave him before inside the box. "I... I dont get it..." Kurt asked, confused. "When did you snoop around my things?"

Blaine ignored his accusation because he found the watch accidentally, he giggled at his husbands face before telling Kurt to open the pocket watch.

"Blaine... Blaine... oh my god! thank you." Kurt sobbed as he saw his mothers picture on the left side of the watch. He knew that picture, it was his favorite, but was ruined on the house fire before. "How?" Kurt asked his husband as he inched himself towards him.

Blaine once again ignored the question, keeping all his sources to himself, and asked Kurt to turn it around.

Kurt gasped as the word courage is engraved at the back of it. "You remembered," Kurt said as he looked up to his husband.

"I remembered," Blaine nodded, gazing at Kurt.

"So... courage is your thing... or what?" Jenna asked them curiously. She couldnt help but think how adorable Kurt and Blaine were together.

Blaine and Kurt were startled at Jennas voice, seemingly forgotten that they had visitors in their house. "Yeah... its ours," Blaine responded as he let Kurt lean against him. His hands automatically placed on top of his husbands stomach.

Kurt smiled and gave a loud yawn. "Sorry..." he mumbled and situating himself comfortably against Blaine.

"Sleep baby..." Blaine whispered and gave Kurt a kiss goodnight on the forehead. He smiled when he felt Kurt even out his breathing-they had been in this situation before for Blaine to know that Kurt is already deeply asleep.

"Blaine, were gonna go..." Cooper whispered as he adored his brother and his husband; helping his wife to get up.

Blaine nodded stiffly, afraid to wake Kurt; one of the researches he found was that pregnant men needed more sleeping hours and rest than women. "Let yourself out, Ill just bring your gifts on the New Years Party," Blaine quietly said when Cooper left their gifts on the coffee table.

"Bye." The couple waved and received a smile from Blaine.

"Theyre here!" Jenna shouted over her shoulder. "Come on... get in!" She accustomed the newly wed to her home. "Theyre waiting for you two!" she teased and hung Kurt and Blaines coat on the coat hanger beside the entrance.

It was the annual Anderson New Years Eve Party which was being held in Cooper and Jennas penthouse on the Upper West Side. The loft was filled with people that were one way or another related to Blaine. Kurt may have identified a few of them from his wedding but most of the people were new to his eyes.

Blaine must have felt Kurts discomfort because he wrapped his arms around his husband and whispered, "Its okay baby, they wont even talk to you... they are just here to kiss up to my dad..." Kurt had met Blaines dad on his wedding day and if they wanted him to be on their good side then they definitely need a lot of kissing up to do, even though they were related to him. Carl was the polar opposite of Amelia, silent but patient. He was the typical businessman who had been on the hit list of their employees but he was the kind of father who was always there to support his family. Granted that he didnt receive the warmest welcome from him, but Kurt was kind of glad that he and his child were acknowledged as part of the Andersons.

Blaine felt Kurts tension lessen as Jenna ushered them inside her extravagant living room. "Well, except for my cousins, but youll be alright, I promise," Blaine added when he saw his cousins huddled up in a corner.

Crowded places were never Kurts scene and he was hesitant to attend this party, but he never voiced his opinion because he was still adamant that it would ruin his relationship with Blaine if he made any objections. "Do you want to leave?" Blaine asked when he saw Kurts uneasiness. "We can go if you want," he offered Kurt.

"No, Ill be alright. Im just not used to being in crowded places, thats all," Kurt answered.

Blaine nodded to his answer and proceeded to help Kurt get situated on the empty Burgundy couch. "Blaine, where are you going?" Kurt asked when he looked up to see Blaine still standing.

"Im just gonna go do something first, okay? Youll be alright," Blaine said and motioned for Jenna to accompany Kurt in the meantime. "Jenna will be with you, dont mind the others. Enjoy the party," he encouraged and went to the kitchen after he saw Jenna starting a conversation with Kurt.

Blaine had been to the couples penthouse plenty of times and knew where the house temperature meter was situated. He increased the meter and then placed the paper bag he brought from home on the kitchen counter. He took out the cheesecake flavored pickles from the box and turned around to get a knife from the kitchen drawer when the kitchen door opened.

"Its fucking hot out there!" Cooper complained. "Who the hell turn up the temp? Fuck!" Cooper shouted when he saw the meters degree higher than usual. His hand was slapped away from the meter when he tried adjusting it again. "The fuck Blaine? What did you that for?" he asked incredulously as he cradled his hand.

"Dont touch that Cooper! Kurt cannot get cold!" he shouted back and returned to preparing the cake.

"What are you talking about, B?" Cooper asked and walked towards his brother, eying the green cake, which was definitely not part of the menu they prepared for the party.

Blaine sighed first before explaining to Cooper. "Kurt should always be kept warm," he started as he continued slicing the cake. "One of the pregnancy books that Ive read said that we should avoid going out at night or to chilly places..." Blaine said like it was normal for him, not noticing his brothers shocked face. "... So Ive been keeping the car and the apartment warm so it wont affect Kurts health. So dont change that, Cooper," Blaine finished with a glare towards his brother.

"You read?" Cooper couldnt help but question, but his brother is too busy putting sliced pickles on the top of the cake. "Are those pickles?" Cooper asked him. "I thought you hated pickles."

"Its not for me, idiot. Its for my husband," Blaine answered him with a grin plastered on his face. "He likes eating anything with pickles and I assumed that there wont be anything here so I had this cake special ordered for him," Blaine said proudly and lifted the platter to Coopers stunned face. "What?" he asked him when he saw Coopers mouth hanging open.

Cooper shook his head before standing up straight and patting his brother on the shoulder. "Nothing bro, just get back to your husband," he said, stretching the word husband to tease Blaine, but Blaine didnt get it and just left Cooper alone in the kitchen.

Youre already whipped Blaine! he thought lovingly, excited that his brothers relationship was improving and he could see that it was good for him. Go Team KURT!

"60.... 59.... 58...."

The countdown for next year began as all the relatives left behind in the penthouse watched the live broadcast of the ball drop in Times Square.

"45... 44... 43..."

Kurt didnt expect to have so much fun at the party. He loved talking to Blaines cousins about his pregnancy, they even cooed at the couple when they addressed the baby as Pickles. He loved listening to Amelia and Jenna gossip about Blaines childhood. But the highlight of his night was when Blaine gave him the special Pickle Cheesecake. He heard a lot of discreet whips from Blaines cousins and he momentarily panicked that it would embarrass Blaine, but fortunately Blaine didnt hear-or ignored-it and sat beside him while he enjoyed his new favorite snack.

"31... 30... 29..."

Now its just plain awkward; they had just established their title as friends and its a new year. Its FUCKING New Years Day. Yeah, theyre husbands to the others, but they are still in the process of fixing their relationship. The office kiss and almost kiss last Christmas was never mentioned, silently conceding as a lapse of hormonal sanity. But now they were in front of their family, and it wasnt really normal not to give the person you are married to a New Years kiss, right?

"11... 10... 9..."

Still seated on the Burgundy couch, Blaine couldnt help but cup Kurts cheek to face him when he heard 3 shouted from his relatives. He knew there was sexual tension between them for the past couple of days and he thought kissing Kurt tonight would dispel it, so they would now work more on their friendship.

"2... 1... Happy New Year!"

Blaine didnt hesitate to put his lips on Kurts when he saw Kurt closes his eyes, anticipating Blaines chaste kiss. Blaine moved his lips on Kurt and was glad that Kurt was reciprocating. He parted his lips so he could take Kurts lower lip between them, eliciting a small groan from the pale man. And that did it to Blaine, he grabbed Kurts neck to pull him closer and he felt Kurts hand rubbing on his back. He parted Kurts lips with his own and plunged his tongue inside his mouth, tasting every bit of Kurt, he tasted like pickles and cream and just plain Kurt. Their tongues wrestled as they fought for air, and eventually they had to part to breathe.

They didnt hear the wolf whistle or hot damn their families were shouting at them. They were too busy staring at each others lips to notice them.

"Were going home," Blaine announced, locking his eyes on Kurts to be sure he knew what he meant. When Kurt gave him a shy smile and nodded his head, he frantically helped Kurt to stand up and retrieve their coats from the closet.

"Happy New Year everybody!" Blaine shouted happily over his shoulder as he ushered Kurt to the exit, ignoring the shouts of Get some Anderson! Wanky & Damn that boy is lucky from his perverted cousins and Make me more grandchildren, Blaine from his mother.

Kurt didnt know how exactly he got into this position. He was naked on the edge of Blaines bed, feet slightly touching the floor, while an extremely gorgeous naked Blaine was humping him while sucking his nipples.

They had been about to enter the apartment when Blaine turned Kurt around and kissed him passionately, tangling their tongues together. Kurt then wrapped his arms around Blaines neck as they enter the loft, never breaking their kiss as they stripped each others clothes off on their way to Blaines room. Things became hazy when he felt Blaines warm hand grab his naked erection and stroke it slowly. He felt the hands move under his thighs as he was being lifted from the floor, depositing him on the bed. Kurt wanted those hands back where they had been, caressing his needy cock once again.

"Blaine... Blaine..." Kurt moaned as he felt his erect cock rub against Blaines. "Blaine please..." he pleaded.

Blaine knew what Kurt wanted and crawled over him to reach over his nightstand to take out the bottle of lube. He didnt expect for Kurt, positioned beneath him, to lick his dick.

"Baby... baby..." Blaine was now doing the pleading. He stayed in his position where he was almost straddling Kurts head as Kurt suck on his cock. "Baby stop... I want to fuck you right now... nghhh... I cant do that if youre going to suck me... arghhh." Blaine explained between gasps. Thankfully Kurt stopped sucking Blaine and let him get back to his previous endeavor.

He sucked Kurts lips before positioning himself at Kurts entrance. Blaine was standing on the floor while his knees were leaning against the edge of the bed. He grabbed both of Kurts knees to bend him upwards and slowly entered Kurt. This was the best position they could ever think of so they wouldnt squeeze Kurts belly as they fucked to oblivion.

"Move... Blaine... please..." Kurt pleaded as he tried to reach Blaines biceps. "Harder... more..."

"Youre so tight... So good, baby..." Blaine said as he thrust deeply into Kurt, trying to find the little nub of happiness. "Say my name baby, say my name..."

"Blaine... Blaine... faster! harder... Blaine!" his voice getting louder as Blaines thrust was gaining speed.

Blaine smiled smugly when he found Kurts prostate. "There! Blaine! Harder! Please!" he shouted and couldnt help but move his hips rhythmically with Blaines thrust.

That night the sounds of Blaines bed slamming on the wall, skin slapping on skin and the shouts of pleasure from the two lovers resounded the apartment.

"Good morning." Blaine greeted his husband and brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes. He then smiled as he took in his husbands body glowing from the sunlight.

"Morning," Kurt returned the greeting and raised his hands over his head to stretch his arms. Mid-yawn he realized that he wasnt in his room and wasnt wearing any clothes. He froze and slowly glanced at himself then lay sideways to face his husband. "Hi," he said when he saw Blaines bare chest.

"Hello." Blaine said, still testing the waters. "Are you... uhmm... sore?" he asked because they were pretty rough yesterday and he needed to find out if Kurt was fine.

"Yeah... little sore," he said truthfully but regretted it immediately when he saw Blaines worried look. "Good sore. Definitely good sore," Kurt said to reassure his husband.

"Definitely good sore?" Blaine asked with one brow quirked. "It was that good?" he teased.

"It was great." Kurt said smugly instead of being embarrassed.

Blaine grinned and inched forward to give his husband a morning kiss, but his lips were met with the backs of Kurts hands.

"Morning breath," he explained to Blaines confused look and pushed Blaine from him, grabbing the blanket to cover his body and ran towards the bathroom.

Blaine chuckled at Kurts antics and lay there naked as he revisited last nights events.

"We need to talk."

"We have to talk."

They said it simultaneously. They were in the doorway of the apartment as Blaine prepared to leave for his office, even though he wanted to stay home - being the boss also has its disadvantages sometimes.

"Okay," they now said in unison. The two men chuckled before Blaine stepped closer to Kurt.

"After work?" he asked flirtatiously.

"After work," Kurt agreed then beamed at him as he brushed invisible thread to Blaines jacket.

"I never got my morning kiss..." Blaine half-heartedly complained and pouted to Kurt.

Kurt pecked his pouty lips and patted Blaines chest. "Off you go now."

"How about my goodbye kiss?" Blaine asked again. Kurt rolled his eyes and leaned over to give Blaine another peck, but Blaine was adamant about getting a proper kiss so he grabbed his husbands neck and took advantage of Kurts open mouth by pushing his tongue inside it. A simple goodbye kiss turned out to a make out session.

"You have to go now," Kurt said when they pulled apart for air, but couldnt help giving another firm kiss to Blaines mouth.

"Okay... Ill see you later." Blaine grinned and opened the door, thinking happily. Things are getting better

...Or so he thought.

He didnt expect to have an arm full of Sebastian when he opened their apartments door. He was completely frozen when Sebastian cradled his face and greeted him a happy new year. And he didnt even hear him when he asked who the guy behind him was.

But his frozen state melted when he heard his husband answered. "Im the new housekeeper."

Procrastinating again! I need to finish Ride before continuing this story because that story is just awesome! "RIDE" has a sequel!

Title Reference:

-Research - Blaines researches about Male pregnancies; it signifies that Blaine is starting to care

Story Outline:

-dress up for party (deleted)

-cooper teasing Blaine for being whipped

-fierce granpa liking kurt (deleted)

-misteletoe kiss (modified to new years)

-20 with wine and chocolate (modified to rather be)

-sex

-goodbye kiss

-sebastian returns

Scenes Included:

-"courage" engrave in pocket watch

-Blaine knowing about pregnancy facts

Chapter Reference to:

-Blaines epiphany when Kurt sang Blackbird

-Courage will always be haunting them

-the very famous Non-Fat Mocha coffee order

I dont really know how to write a love scene so pardon me guys.

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