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Writers' block for a whole week... so sorry for procrastinating, but I'm still hoping for good reviews…

And yeah I agree with your previous reviews... I also think it was funny how Blaine mixes work with personal lives; I've been dying to write that one… so I'm happy that it received positive responses.

Adam immediately snapped his head towards the door when he heard a loud bang ringing from the walls. Adams right hand was still buried in Kurts hair, so he massaged Kurts back with his left, trying to soothe him. The pregnant man had fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion - in spite of the death grip he had formed around Adams neck.

“You! Get away from him!” Blaine yelled to the blond guy who was currently hugging HIS husband ON HIS couch IN HIS apartment. “You shameless man! Let go of my husband right now!”

Adam knew what the scene looked like to Blaine and he couldnt help but feel proud to be seen as a threat to the married couple. He schooled his face and remembered the real problem in the situation: Kurt. “Shhh… Kurt is sleeping…” he demanded and even though he wanted to hold Kurt for much longer in his arms, he decided to gently lie him down on the couch.  Adam slowly stood up to face the wrath of Kurt's husband.

“Don't shush me! You're the one who is forcing my husband to cheat on me” Blaine shouted again and strode forward until he was half of a foot away from Adam, poking him hard on the chest.

Adam was surprised that Kurt didn't wake up from all the yelling that Blaine was doing. ‘Well, it was a really traumatic day for him… he needed all the rest he could get.' He heavily sighed and pushed Blaine's finger down. “I'm not his lover, I'm his best friend… I'm Adam,” he introduced himself to show that he wasnt in any way going to come between the couple.

“Oh I know who you are!” Blaine spat furiously. “You're the one who has been spending so much time with Kurt.”

“At least Im there to spend time with him! I'm not the one who buries himself with work and made breakfast and dinner the only times to talk to his pregnant husband!” Adam retaliated, waking Kurt be damned.

“I… I…” Blaine looked so lost, he thought he had the upper hand in this argument because he found his husband curled up with another man, but the tables were now turned when Adam pointed out his neglect towards Kurt and it was hitting him smack-dab in the face. “It's because… I… he…  You knew?” Blaine asked instead because he really couldnt voice his excuse for his actions. He avoided Kurt because one, he didn't want to hear about his escapades with Adam, and two—especially this reason— was because every time they talked, he was entranced by the way his husband's lips moved,  the way his nose scrunched when he smiled and the pitch of his high voice whenever he laughed. And every single time he averted his eyes from Kurts face, he was clouded with the images of his husband lying naked on the bathroom floor. So, of course, he always had to cut their conversation short and go to his own room to take care of his growing problem.

Kurt Hummel made him feel like a teenager again.

“Of course I knew. I'm his best friend,” Adam emphasized the word friend because as much as it hurt him, he didnt want to make Kurt's marriage life more complicated for him. Adam wanted Blaine to know that he was just a friend… and he always would be. “Look man, I'm not cheating with Kurt. I mean, look at him! I don't think he is capable of doing anything that devious.” Blaine and Adam glanced at the same time at Kurt whose face was still crumpled, tear marks visible from his cheeks, and his lips were swollen from where he had been biting them.

‘You'd be surprised if I told you that he cheated on his ex with me… well not cheated per se, but mistakenly identified, I prefer..' Blaine thought to himself before absorbing what Kurt really looked like. The man desperately wanted to run to his husband and hold him tightly when he saw the face Kurt was making, but he restrained himself when he realized something awful had definitely happened to him and only Adam had the answer.

“What happened?” Blaine calmly asked the blond man. His jealousy lessened, but never disappeared. He slowly approached Kurt while listening to Adam's explanation.

“I don't really know…” Adam scratched the back of his neck. “I was calling him to wish him a happy birthday…”

Blaine stopped on his tracks. ‘It's his birthday? FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! So that was what the dinner was for. Fuck! I didn't even know,” he admonished himself but continued walking again, never giving any clues to Adam that he didn't know it was Kurt's birthday because husbands are supposed to know that bit of information.

“… and then he was just crying and yelling… well, until he fell asleep… and then you came,” Adam finished the story. He explained to Blaine what he thought happened based on the look of the kitchen and from the small bits of hysteric information that Kurt had given him earlier.

“I'm confused, why would he react to fire like that?” he questioned Adam without meaning to.

“You don't know?” Adam asked incredulously. “You don't know that he was trapped in a house fire when he was a child? You don't know that his mother died saving him from it?” Adam asked, not believing his own question. How could Blaine not know this important information about his husband? “Are you really his husband?” Adam couldnt help but shout his last question. 

“Of course I know about that! I'm his husband after all!” Blaine shouted his lie. ‘Of course, I don't know it… How could I know that his mother died a tragic death when I don't even know his birthday…? How would I know?' he thought shamelessly. “What… what I mean is that… uhmm… why would he… uuhhh… react to fire like that when he is so accustomed to cooking?” he amended, still stroking Kurt's cheeks.

“Well, if you didn't barge in and accuse us of cheating, then you would have noticed the puddles of water on your kitchen floor.” Adam pointed his thumb over his back, he felt something wrong in Kurt and Blaine's relationship but he couldnt point it out yet. “I think seeing the house almost catch in fire triggered something in his memories, he is fine with cooking but no big fires…. Burt and I always switched the channel whenever news about fire was on…” he smiled sadly at the memories.

Blaine didn't do anything or say anything when Adam was explaining, but he sure as hell felt everything. He felt sad about his husband's past, happy that Kurt had a friend like Adam, jealous that the friend knows more about Kurt than he does, and bitter that he remains clueless of anything related to his husband.

“I'm sorry, Kurt,” he whispered to Kurt and lightly kissed his forehead, causing the pale man to start waking up.

“Blaine? Adam?” Kurt questioned when he saw the sad faces they are wearing. “What happened?” he asked automatically, rubbing his eyes to regain his vision properly while simultaneously trying to sit up on the couch. “Adam? Why are you still here? Weren't you supposed to be at the airport?” Kurt asked frantically, memories of the earlier events started coming back. “Oh my God! I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to make you late…I'm sorry…” He apologizes.

“Shh… it's okay… I still have time…” Adam moved forwards to Kurt and sat beside him. “Are you okay now?” he asked gently.

“Yeah… yeah… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to… it's just… uhmm…” he tried explaining. He unconsciously leaned on his husbands body—like they'd done this a million times—when Blaine rounds his arms possessively around Kurt's shoulder, letting Adam and Kurt continue their conversation. 

“It's okay, you don't have to explain…” Adam said and he ignored Blaine's pointed look when he took Kurt's hand. “I understand… I was there remember… I understand…” he assured.

“Thank you.” Kurt smiled. “I'm okay now… sorry you had to witness my breakdown…” he said shyly.

Adam nodded his head. “I should probably go; I still need to prepare some other things,” he said; provoked by the death glares Blaine was sending him, but not until he was assured that Kurt was fine.

“… yeah… yeah… sure… Thank you again Adam.”

“Anything for you and Pickles…” he said leaning forward and tapping Kurt's nose with his point finger. “See you soon, little freckles.” Adam purposely used Kurt's nickname to push Blaine more to the edge.

But before he could stand up, Kurt held his pinky towards him. “Promise?” Adam grinned and looped his pinky with Kurt's.

“Promise,” he assured him and slowly grabbed his duffle bag, he waved goodbye to Kurt once more and showed himself to the exit.

Blaine Anderson is a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them. He knew that ‘Little Freckles' was Adam's nickname for Kurt, and yeah he was frustrated when he called Kurt that way and when he touched his husband. He was jealous but he let it slide; giving credits to their strong friendship and Kurt's traumatic experience. But he was more upset when Adam referred to their child as ‘Pickles'. ‘Apparently I'm the only one who didn't know that you call him Pickles, Kurt,”  he thought bitterly.

“So… you named our baby after a vegetable you are addicted to…?” Blaine joked to disperse the tension between them, but he didn't need it anymore when he saw his husband sleeping again. This time, his face looked peaceful and happy, no wrinkly forehead; his back leaned against Blaine's chest, head rested on Blaine shoulder, arms covered with Blaine's are wrapped around his stomach.

“Great! You ignored my existence while your best friend flirted with you in front of me and now you are using me as your boyfriend pillow?” He complained half-heartedly. He didn't really mind the position they are in, yes it was uncomfortable but he liked it. Really liked it. They had tomorrow to talk things out, but now he was just contented to have Kurt near him.

He slowly took his phone from his back pocket so he wouldn't wake Kurt and sent Sam a text message. ‘Not going to work tomorrow. And Sam …I don't care anymore.' He hoped Sam knew what he is referring to.

He discovered three things about Kurt today; one, his husband's birthdate; two, his husband's fear of fire and three, he has a child named Pickles. He smiled, however, and pressed a light kiss on his husband's forehead, snuggling him closer as he let his mind think about his new plan of getting to know Kurt more.

Kurt woke up with the sweet aroma that was surrounding his room. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, and then he realized that he wasn't in the guest room, but in Blaine's.

As if on cue, the slightly opened door moved inward, revealing his husband walking towards him, a tray full of food in his hand. “Good morning!” Blaine beamed and sat beside Kurt. He fixed the stands of the tray so he could place it on Kurt's thighs. “I made breakfast,” he announced, gesturing to the food he cooked.

“You cook?” Kurt asked him, feeling awe that Blaine made him breakfast and wary that Blaine was acting out of his character.

“Well… not really, I never had the chance to touch a spatula my entire life…but I used an online recipe book for help… so I would know how to cook edible waffles.” Kurt looked at the well-prepared food in front of him. Blaine had prepared waffles and orange juice for him; he was touched by Blaines sweet efforts.” And his heart tingles when Blaine said that it was his first time cooking, and he did it for him.

“Go on… try it…” Blaine encouraged Kurt, grinning widely as he anticipated his husband's reaction. Kurt took a bite from the waffle as Blaine waited anxiously for Kurt's approval of his cooking skills. He sighed in relief when Kurt beamed at him and held his thumbs up. “Oh... good… I thought I did something wrong with it…”

Kurt drank his orange juice before opening his mouth. “…about yesterday… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…” he apologized.

“Mean to what?” he asked confusingly, as far as he was concerned, the apology should be coming from him and not the other way around.

“With what happened to the kitchen and all…” he finished.

“I don't care about the kitchen, Kurt… I care about y…” he almost slipped, but covered it with a fake cough and asked another question. “Could you tell me what happened yesterday?” he asked gently. “I mean if you are okay with that? I don't want you to be uncomfortable or something.”

“No… no… it's fine now… I'm okay now… it just threw me off guard that's all.” Kurt assured him and after biting the waffle he proceeded to tell Blaine what really happened.

“… then I don't know what happened after that, next thing I knew, you and Adam were there….” He shrugged.

Blaine was kind of relieved that Kurt didn't mean to call Adam, it was like a thorn taken from his heart when Kurt clarified that he was going to call his father and not his best friend. ‘Well you won't even blame him if he did so, you didn't treat him like a husband, so why would he call you?' his conscience twinged with guilt.

“… you don't need to do this… our baby is still fine…” Kurt's voice broke him from the ongoing debate in his mind.

“Pickles,” Blaine said their baby's name for the first time. “You named our baby Pickles,” Blaine continued, ignoring the ache in his heart when Kurt implied that he only cares for the baby and not Kurt. ‘Well! Fuck! I'm a selfish bastard, of course he would think that way...'

“… yeah… about our child's name, it just came naturally, I'm so—“ Kurt started but was cut off by the other man's voice.

“I like it… Pickles, it's cute… Do you…. Uhmm… Do you know the baby's sex?” he asked shyly because he hadn't been to one of the doctor's sessions.

“… not yet… it's too early for that…” he said and when he saw Blaine's crestfallen face he bravely asked him. “… but I have a doctor's appointment today, do you… uhmm… do you want to come with me?” he asked shyly. “… Oh wait, I'm sorry… you have work to do,” he added; also disappointed at his realization.

“Yes!” was Blaines immediate answer. “I mean no, I don't have work… I'm on leave today… and yes, I want to go with you,” he said enthusiastically as he tried to remove the tray from Kurt's lap. “Come on, you have to get changed for the doctor's checkup.”

“Wait! Wait! I haven't finished my breakfast yet!” Kurt gestured wildly to the tray.

“Leave it there… I'll finish it up…” he said, standing up and tugging Kurt's hand.

“No!” Kurt shouted immediately. “I mean… I want to finish it all by myself,” he said and quickly stuffed his mouth with his breakfast.

“Is it really that good? Give me some…” Before Kurt could react, Blaine had used his fingers to pick a sliced waffle and took a big bite from it. He then immediately spews it on the plate. “Shit! Why is it so salty?” He scrunches his nose and grabbed the orange juice to remove the salty taste, ignoring Kurt's shout of protest. He took a big gulp of the juice before spitting it on his bedroom rug. “The fuck! The juice is too sweet! Kurt why the hell are you eating that? Is something wrong with your taste now?” he questioned his husband, still disgusted with the food he consumed.

“… no… it's because you made it…” Kurt admitted shyly, blush creeping on his face. Kurt nibbled on the tip of his fork while staring at Blaine, who was returning the gaze with more intensity.

‘So lucky to have you…” he thought lovingly. Apparently he is stupid in other things, too, and kitchen expertise is one of them.

They stared at each other far too long before Kurt burst into laughter remembering Blaine's face when he ate his own cooked meal. “Oh my god, your face…” he said between giggles.

Blaine frowned first before joining Kurt in hysterics.

“I'll just take this call…” Blaine excused himself, hand covering the mouth of his phone as he exited the waiting room to talk to Sam. “… I'm in the hospital, Sam...” Blaine's aggravated voice ringing in the area.

When Blaine exited the room, Kurt turned back to the magazine he was reading before. They have arrived at the doctor's office a while ago; way too early for their appointment, and Kurt couldnt help but be infected with his husbands excitement.

“Kurt!” He was jostled from his thoughts by another pregnant woman that he befriended during his trips to the doctor.

“Tina!” He stood up and gave her a hug. Tina was almost at her due date, so it felt like she practically lived in the hospital when she visited it so frequently to check her baby's health condition. “Where's Mike?”

“Oh… he went to get his coffee… he was annoyed at me saying that I am being too paranoid to visit the doctor every other day,” she complained to Kurt as she situated herself on Blaine's previous seat and their one sided conversation flowed from her marital problems and pregnancy pains. Kurt listened attentively to Tina, not really commenting because he knew Mike has his own point, but Tina has her own, too, and its basic maternal instinct —or in his case, fraternal instinct—to be obsessed for your childs welfare.

When Tina was finished with her rambling, she then asked Kurt about the whereabouts of his husband. “So where's your husband?” Kurt was unsure if he could introduce Blaine as his husband when Tina continued her question. “I only saw Adam here once, why hasn't your husband accompanied you to the other sessions?” Tina was referring to the time where Adam had insisted on making an impromptu check up to the doctor when he witnessed Kurt crying from the cramp pains. He was about to correct the mistaken identity when another voice had invaded their conversation.

“Adam is just a very, very concerned friend of ours.” Blaine said as he walked inside the room and leaned down to give Kurt's forehead a peck, then crouched down to his stomach to caress Kurt's belly. “I'm Kurt's husband; Blaine Anderson-Hummel,” he said in a sickeningly sweet voice. He stretched his hand to the Asian. “Nice to meet you…” he trailed off.

“Tina Chang,” she said apologetically and shook his hand. “I'm sorry, I just thought…” Blaine just nodded without looking at her and continued playing with Kurt's belly; cooing at Pickles.

Tina looked at Kurt and mouthed her own apology, which was returned with a small smile from Kurt. Kurt was secretly preening from the incident because Blaine just introduced himself as his husband, even hyphenating their last name. He glanced down at his husband and he just thought how happy he was to see the playful side of Blaine. The room was quiet except for the strange sounds Blaine was making to Kurt's belly; fortunately, the tension in the room was saved when the doctor's assistant called the Hummel-Andersons for their appointment.

Tina waved another apologetic goodbye to Kurt when the couple stood up and headed for the office.

After the ultra sound, Blaine and Kurt were waiting for Dr. Wilde to come back for the sonograms of Baby Pickles and the report for Kurt and Pickles' health. Dr. Wilde was Quinn's mentee during college years, so she recommended her instantly when Kurt needed a doctor in New York who specialized in male pregnancy.

Blaine and Kurt were sitting beside each other across the doctor's desk; eyes everywhere except at each other. It was a little awkward that they had done something together after their marriage, but both were secretly enjoying themselves in their first family trip.

The silence in the room was interrupted when the doctor entered the room and gave Kurt a handful of sonograms. “Why the hell do you need 5 pictures for every position?” Dr. Wilde said as she settled in her desk chair. She was great with her job, but not with the patients.

“Relatives,” Kurt explained vaguely. He had been collecting the sonograms for his family and Blaine's family; mailing them each set every doctor visit, while the rest were kept for him; gathering all of the pictures he could get, dreading the time he would be leaving his baby.

Both men cooed at every picture printed; they were preening at their baby even though they could only see a deformed shape on it. Dr. Wilde gave them a few more minutes to fuss over the pictures before getting the couples attention back.

“So do you want to hear the good news or the better news?” Wilde asked grinning, chin rested on her intertwined fingers.

“Good news first!” The couple shouted in unison. Dr. Wilde rolled her eyes playfully to the married couple who acted like teenagers that just started dating.

“Okay… the good news is… the baby is perfectly healthy…there are no signs of abnormality.” Male pregnancy was rare, but known to the entire world, so it wasn't a surprise to other people if they would see a pregnant man. There had been in-depth researches in Europe about the negative effects on the baby, so carriers should be keen and follow direct orders from their doctor to avoid the danger they are risking with their child's life. “… You on the other hand Kurt should avoid stress.”

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand when the doctor had told them that Kurt is stressed, he gripped Kurt's hand tightly, conveying all his apologies through their intertwined hands. “…Will he be okay?” Blaine asked nervously.

“Kurt is fine… healthy even, I presume you are following my instruction?” When Kurt nodded enthusiastically, she continued. “I can just see from your wrinkled forehead and buggy eyes that you need more rest, okay?” she asked again and wrote something on her notepad. “I can't give you anymore pills because it might affect your child's growth, but this is a Chinese Herbal tea you can buy at the pharmacy. It will help you relax more and help you in your sleeping problems,” she handed Kurt the paper.

“Now, the better news is…” she trailed off to look at the expectant faces of the couple, which immediately turned beet red when she announced, “You can have sex now!”

The couple sat up straight in their seats, looking directly at the doctor, but their hands remained intertwined. Blaine made a small coughing sound when he needed to distract himself from the images that started to creep on his mind.

“Oh please… from all the eye-fucking you're doing in my office, I won't be surprised if Kurt will give birth to twins now…” She smiled smugly; enjoying the embarrassing faces that the couple was making. ‘Too much tension' she concluded.

“Oohhh… Look who I found… our little fag,” Kurt snapped his head towards the familiar voice and saw that he was once again bounded by his tormentor back in high school: Azimio.

They were supposed to be headed home after their trip to the hospital, but Blaine was called into the office to sign some important deals, so instead of going back to the apartment, Kurt had persuaded Blaine to take care of his work first then come back to the apartment together.

Once in the office building, Blaine had insisted that he wait in his own office, but Kurt didn't want to disturb him and stayed in the lobby instead, reading his own book while waiting for Blaine. He was entranced by the context of the book when he was disturbed by Azimio, who wore a guard uniform.

“What are you doing here, fag? You cannot enter here,”he barked grabbing the pale man by the elbow.

“I… I was with someone… “ Kurt tried to reason out. His other arm was curled around his stomach, protecting his baby in case he would ever be slammed to a wall or on the floor. “I didn't trespass… please… please let go of me… I'm with someone…” he begged, trying to pry his other arm from Azimio's vicious grip.

Azimio didn't listen to him and continued dragging Kurt outside the building; he was just about to push Kurt on the ground when he heard yelling behind him.

“What the hell are you doing?” He saw his boss, Mr. Anderson, marching angrily towards him.

“Crisis averted, sir. This fag will not trespass the building anymore,” he made a salute to his boss and continued dragging Kurt.

“What the fuck are you doing to my husband, you imbecile?” Mr. Anderson yelled furiously, catching not only Azimio's attention, but all the employees on the ground floor. Blaine's wedding with Kurt was only known to their respective families, so the employees of Anderson Corporation and the media haven't been tipped off by the sudden matrimony of the Anderson and Hummel men. Amelia and Burt decided that they would wait to announce the nuptial after Kurt gave birth to lessen the pressure that the newlyweds would be facing.

“Let go of my husband!” He repeated his order and yanked Kurt from the bully's hand. He immediately caressed Kurt's face. “Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you want to go to the doctor again?” he asked anxiously and roamed his hand to where Azimio was gripping Kurt earlier. “Does it hurt?”

“No… I'm fine… We're fine…” he assured him, thankful that Blaine prevented Azimio from slamming him on the floor. “I'm okay…. Thank you…” He said once again.

Blaine was not entirely convinced that Kurt was fine, but he let it go and would question him again on the way back home, but in the meantime he needed to do something first. He turned around, put a protective arm around Kurt and faced the giant who manhandled his husband.

“You!” He pointed at the guard, ignoring the other employees' surprised faces. “What did you just call my husband?”

“I'm sorry, sir… I didn't mean to, sir... Didn't know, sir…” Azimio cowered at his boss' dark glare.

Blaine sneered at the employee's bigoted reasoning. “You work for me and because he is my husband, you also work under him,” he retaliated with his own reasoning. “Never insult my family, remember that!” He threatened darkly. The movement of Kurt's hand on his back was the only thing that was preventing him from punching the stupid guard in front of him.

“I'm sorry sir…I'm really sor—“Azimio begged like his life depended on it.

“Do not bother reporting for work tomorrow. You are fired!” He spat to Azimios face and held Kurt more tightly.

“Blaine… you don't have to, that was too much…” he whispered to Blaine's ear.

Blaine turned Kurt's face towards him and replied. “No, baby… nothing is enough for you.” And without thinking, he kissed Kurt chastely on the lips; both were utterly surprised at Blaine's sudden movement. The flow of electricity was evident when they pulled apart and instantly locked their gazes with one another; still oblivious to the stunned faces of Blaine's employees.

And that's what you called FLUFF!

I was stuck in the first scene, because I don't know if I should let Kurt be asleep or awake; witnessing the argument between his husband and best friend. I know it's a small factor, but it could change the whole dynamic of the scene, so I was stuck thinking that scene for days; thus, the procrastination. I hope it turned out well.

Guys, Read “Remember to Feel Real” I prompt that fiction, it is still WIP and the author hasn't been updating for like a month or so, but I talked to her and said that she is just busy and we'll be updating soon, Hope you like it.. It's CRISSCOLFER. It's the reason why I started writing, I was glad that someone had accepted my prompts (another prompt I submitted was to joycie89, but she is still writing it), but the update took forever, so I started writing my own fiction. HA! (I'm Impatient as ever!)

Title Reference: Tension – sexual tension between Kurt and Blaine,

Story Outline:

-Blaine pampering Kurt

-Blaine rescuing Kurt from bullies

Scenes Included:

-reason for panic attack

-Blaine didn't know Kurt's birthday

-Doctor's appointment

Story Reference:

-Implied Teenage Dream

-Boyfriend pillow in the guilty pleasure episode (Go Bruce!!)

-Kurt's bullies working under him (his first dialogue in the pilot episode)

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