Apartments were out; not enough space. They talked about buying a house on the outskirts of the city but set that idea to back burner, both agreeing that they weren't quite ready for that step; a townhouse was a less scary prospect. They agreed that three bedrooms and an office/music room would be ideal, so they went to the realtor who had sold Kurt his apartment and put both of their places on the market. Thanks to Grandpa Anderson, who had set up a trust fund for Blaine long ago, he had owned his apartment. Kurt had managed to get through school mostly on scholarships and grants and so the college fund that Burt had dutifully paid into every month went to paying for Kurt's apartment and running a successful magazine had paid for the rest.

The first place they look at is too small and smells a bit too much like fishsticks for Kurt. The second is too far from Blaine and Sophie's school. The third was just… No. They seemed to have the worst luck until, seven viewings later, they found the perfect place.

Kurt and Sophie finally met Blaine's parents in November. Scheduling conflicts had prevented them from meeting sooner, though Grace and Kurt spoke on the phone often. Blaine loaded their bags into his trunk and the three of them left the city one Friday night to stay over for the weekend. The Anderson's were already asleep by the time they arrived so Blaine led them upstairs to his old room.

When Kurt woke up the next morning, Blaine was snoring softly next to him and Sophie was nowhere to be seen. Panicking slightly, because she could be anywhere in the large and unfamiliar house, Kurt threw the covers off and exited the room, keeping his eye peeled for Sophie. She wasn't in the bathroom and he knew she wouldn't go into any of the rooms with a closed door, since that had been a rule since she began crawling, so Kurt headed downstairs.

Giggles caught his attention as he stepped off of the staircase. Following the sound, Kurt found himself in a large kitchen, his daughter and a small woman with grey streaked black hair who Kurt instantly recognized as Blaine's mother standing over a stove. Sophie was giggling madly as the woman helped her flip what appeared to be pancakes. He watched them as he quietly made his way across the room.

"Good morning, messy girl!" Kurt cooed, kissing the top of Sophie's hair. "What are you doing?"

"Hi Daddy! Making cakes!"

"Pancakes," the woman corrected gently. She looked up at Kurt and smiled warmly. "You must be Kurt; Blaine's told me so much about you."

Kurt offered his hand and was pleasantly surprised at the firm handshake he got in return. "Hello, Mrs. Anderson, it's so nice to finally meet you. I hope Sophie wasn't too much trouble; you could have woken me up."

Mrs. Anderson waved him off. "Nonsense, I needed someone to help me make the pancakes and Miss Sophie was more than happy to volunteer." She hugged Sophie and then helped her pull the pancakes off. "Oh, and I told you to call me Grace. That doesn't change just because we're meeting face to face for the first time."

"Of course, Grace, I'm sorry." He watched them pour more batter and smiled as Sophie giggled happily. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Talk to me. Blaine tells me you're from Ohio?" She waited for Kurt's affirming nod before continuing. "You know, we used to live in Dayton when Blaine was little. He doesn't remember, of course, we moved here when he was three, but James' sister still lives out there."

Kurt listened to Grace tell stories about Blaine growing up and told Grace about raising Sophie as a single father. She asked what he planned on doing when Sophie was older and started becoming a young woman and Kurt couldn't keep the blush off his face. "Um, I have my sister-in-law and my stepmom to help with, uh, that stuff."

Everyone turned as Blaine and James stumbled into the kitchen, both yawning and stretching at the same time. "And you have me," Grace said, tilting her face to accept James' kiss on her cheek. Kurt smiled up at Blaine as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders, kissing the top of his head. "I've always wanted a granddaughter," she added with a wink at Blaine.

***

Kurt's place sold first, in mid-November, and they came to a realization that neither had considered; both of them had full furniture sets in the living room, kitchen, and bedroom.

"Well, we'll we just get rid of your furniture, since mine is newer," Kurt said as they ate dinner that night.

Blaine's eyes narrowed as he looked at Kurt across the table. "So just because your stuff is newer, mine should just be disregarded? That hardly seems fair, Kurt."

"I'm not saying that, I'm just saying that yours is more used. Honey, that couch is falling apart and every time I sit on it, a spring pokes my butt."

"Butt," Sophie giggled into her plate.

"So you're just going to decide what happens with everything with the new place, then?" Blaine sat down his fork and stared.

"That's not what I meant, Blaine," Kurt sighed in exasperation.

"That's what it sounds like, Kurt."

"Can we not do this in front of Sophie?" Kurt finally snapped, glancing at his daughter, watching them with wide eyes.

"Better yet, I'll just talk to you later," Blaine said, standing. He paused to kiss Sophie's head and walked out without another word.

***

At first, Kurt was just angry. He was just trying to plan how to move into his new place better; why couldn't Blaine understand that? He tossed and turned the night of the fight, being alternatively mad and irritated with Blaine. Mad because he walked out. Irritated because he didn't stay to talk. He didn't bother checking if Blaine made it home safe, just put Sophie down at bedtime and flopped on his bed, stewing. The carefully packed boxes around his apartment mocked him.

After a night of tossing and turning, however, he realized how selfish he was being. It wasn't just his place; it was theirs, one they would be living in together. He should have spoken to Blaine first, got his opinions on things instead of just assuming he knew best. He wanted to call Blaine, to apologize, but he wasn't sure if Blaine even wanted to talk to him. In the end, he went through his morning routine, minus exchanging good morning texts with his boyfriend. The day flew by without a word from Blaine and by the time Kurt put Sophie down for bed, he was growing worried. They hadn't gone a day without at least texting each other since they started dating.

The next day was basically the same, but much more dragging. As he carted a fussing Sophie, who was belligerent over the fact that she hadn't got to see Blaine since he walked out, into the elevator in their building, he considered calling Blaine. Even if he didn't want to talk to Kurt, maybe he would calm Sophie down a bit. His keys clattered into the bowl set by the door and he looked down with a frown. Blaine's keys sat there innocently; the sound of splashing water drew his attention to the kitchen as he set Sophie down. She raced forward, her happy screech of "BLAINE!" echoing through the apartment.

Kurt carefully hung up his jacket before scooping Sophie's off of the floor and doing the same. He rounded the corner to find Blaine standing at the stove. A colander of noodles was in the sink draining as Blaine stirred a pot of something (it smelled delicious). He looked up when he heard Kurt move into the doorway and gave him a small smile. "Dinner will be ready soon," he said quietly.

"Thank you for cooking; you didn't have to," Kurt replied, just as quiet. He picked up a much happier Sophie as Blaine grabbed a pot holder and opened the oven door, pulling out a sheet with chicken on it.

Blaine shrugged. "I wanted to. I made your favorite; chicken parmesan. I just need to heat up the garlic bread."

Kurt nodded, even though Blaine's back was to him. "We'll get the drinks ready." He stepped closer cautiously, leaning past Blaine to grab a couple of cups and bringing their faces right next to each other. He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward to press a kiss to Blaine's cheek. "I'm sorry, about…"

"No, don't." Blaine shook his head. "We'll talk about it later; let's just enjoy dinner, okay?" He gave Kurt another small smile and turned back to making their plates. Sophie helped Kurt get the drinks (meaning she held her cup while Kurt poured juice for her) and settled in her seat at the table. He went back to the kitchen to help Blaine bring the plates of chicken, roasted potatoes, salad, and garlic bread to the table and they settled into their seats.

"I'm sorry," Kurt said, unable take the silence any longer.

Blaine looked up from his plate. "For what?"

"For just assuming that you wouldn't want to help make plans for the new place. I get into my head sometimes and I forget about other people's opinions. I've gotten so used to just making all of the decisions myself that I forgot to ask for your input like I should have. My brain just sort of went on auto pilot. It's not that I don't want your opinion or anything, I swear. I just-" Kurt let out a huff. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too. I should have came back and talked to you after I cooled down instead of ignoring you like a petulant child. I just-" Blaine let out a soft hmm. "I'm so used to being ignored. I mean, don't get me wrong, my parents are great and everything, but they always favored 'smart and talented' Cooper. It always felt like I was struggling to make myself heard when I was younger and my opinions were often pushed aside. I guess I'm not really over it, which is stupid, I know, but-"

"It's not stupid," Kurt cut in. His hand reached across the table for Blaine's. "This is something that affected you for years, it's not something you can just, you know, get over with the snap of your fingers. These are things about each other that we have to adjust to if we want to stick together for the long haul." He lifted Blaine's hand, brushing his lips across his knuckles. "I love you and I want to know everything about you."

"I love you too and I want the same thing." Blaine leaned over to kiss the corner of Kurt's mouth just as Kurt turned his head, both of them giggling when their noses bumped.

"Ew, you're gross, Papa," Sophie interrupted, her nose scrunched.

"Papa?" Kurt questioned as Blaine pulled back. "What happened to 'Daddy'?"

Sophie giggled. "Silly Daddy, Blaine is Papa, not you!"

The men glance at each other. "I don't understand, sweetie," Blaine said, frowning slightly.

"Sue Ellen in my class has two mommies and she said that she calls one of them mommy and the other one mama, so I decided that Blaine is like my other daddy, so he's Papa and you're Daddy." Sophie looked very pleased with her five year old logic, shoving a forkful of spaghetti noodles in her mouth.

The two men glance at each other, shocked. Blaine asked a question with his eyes (is this okay?) and Kurt nodded, smiling as tears glimmered at the corners of his eyes.

"I would be very pleased to be your Papa, Miss Sophie," Blaine told her, standing up and walking over to give her a kiss on the top of her head.

That night when they put her to bed, he leaned over again, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Good night, Miss Sophie."

"Good night, Papa. I love you."

"I love you too."

***

Things moved along from there. They both sold their furniture sets, keeping a few pieces that hold special meaning (like the huge comfy recliner that belonged to Grandpa Anderson and could easily hold all three of them and Kurt's mothers dresser) and simply bought a whole new set for their new place. It was a lovely brownstone in Chelsea with enough space for them and all of their stuff, including Blaine's piano, though they had to settle for a three bedroom, three and a half bathroom duplex with a private terrace. They simply set up the piano is the master suite on the bottom floor, along with the guest bed for when family or friends come to visit, taking the upstairs master suite for themselves and giving Sophie the smaller room. Blaine's flat sold two days before they signed the final paperwork for their new place and then it's a frantic rush to move everything.

Kurt insisted on cleaning the new place himself from top to bottom but finally broke when he realized he couldn't do it AND deal with hell week at work at the same time. The maid service Blaine hired did an amazing job anyway and the first Saturday they're able to actually move in, they wrangled the former Warblers (in town specifically for their friends newest step in life, just as he had been there for theirs), Finn, Jenn, Rachel and her newest beau Brody, along with friends from work into helping them. Six hours, two dozen pizzas, a thirty pack of beer, two bottles of wine, a special can of soda ("because you've been such a big helper today, Miss Sophie") and numerous attempts on Nick's part to flirt with Kurt's receptionist, they were done. The furniture was placed where they wanted, the curtains were hung, the kitchen was completely unpacked and everyone was exhausted.

People began trickling out after the last of the pizzas were gone until it was just Jenn, Finn, the Warblers, and Rachel and Brody. The guys were in the living room arguing about a football game that had somehow ended up on the new flat screen while the girls, Blaine, and Kurt cleaned up the mess.

"Did you put sheets on the bed already?" Kurt asked around a yawn.

"Yeah, I did it after we got the bed set up; I knew we would be too tired to do it tonight," Blaine replied, wiping his hands on a towel and tossing it on the counter. Kurt rolled his eyes, picking it up and hanging it over the handle of the oven.

"Thank you, sweetie. All right, I'm going to give Sophie a bath, get all the moving dirt off of her." Kurt sighed, heading into the living room with the girls and Blaine following. "Too bad it's too late for a nap; I could really use one."

As everyone vocalized their agreement, Jenn piped up. "Hey, do you want us to take Sophie tonight so you two can have some alonetime?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, making Kurt blush.

"Really, Jenn? That would be awesome," Blaine said, smiling at her thankfully.

"Of course! You two need to christen the place." She let out a cackle at the horrified look on Finn's face.

"Babe, I really don't need to hear about my brother's sex life!" He scowled when Jenn just poked him in the stomach, still laughing.

"Rest assured, I don't want you knowing about it either, Finn. Are you sure, Jenn? I know you guys are tired too."

She flapped a hand in his direction. "Don't be silly, you know I wouldn't offer if I wasn't up to it."

Kurt kissed her cheek as he walked by. "Thank you." He and Sophie went upstairs to her room to dig out her overnight bag and pack. As soon as he was out of sight, Rachel tugged Blaine's sleeve until he tilted his head down towards her.

"Jenn and I left you guys a little surprise under the bed," she whispered before kissing his cheek. "Ready to go, lover?" she asked Brody, stepping away from Blaine to loop her arm through her boyfriends.

"Ready when you are."

"KURT, WE'RE LEAVING," Rachel yelled.

"GIVE ME A MINUTE, WE'RE ALMOST DONE," Kurt yelled back. Thirty seconds later, he and Sophie reemerged from upstairs, sparkly purple backpack in hand. Everyone exchanged goodbyes, the Warbler men heading to Nick's flat with saucy winks in Blaine's direction.

Finally they were alone, the silence echoing back at them. Kurt looked at Blaine and Blaine looked at Kurt and then they were falling into each other's arms, hugging tightly in the middle of their mostly packed up condo.

Their new home.

Blaine pulled back, kissing Kurt lightly. "I love you."

"I love you too." He dipped down for another kiss. "I can't believe we're in our new home."

"Me neither." They stood there for a moment, pressed together and just enjoying the silence. "I know they're thinking we're going to have sex but I'm just too tired," Blaine sighed. Kurt let out a chuckle.

"I hear you. I say we take advantage of the empty house and take that nap I suggested earlier." Blaine hummed in agreement and started backing Kurt towards their bedroom, never moving his arms from around Kurt's waist. Kurt laughed, burrowing his head into Blaine's shoulder until they reach the bedroom. He let go with a sigh and stepped back to gather a couple of towels, some clothes, and the box containing their bathroom products. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower; I feel so gross."

He had just set the box on the counter when he realized, "Don't you dare lay on that bed with your dirty clothes, Blaine Anderson!"

In the room, Blaine stood up from where he had been sitting on the edge of the bed, looking slightly guilty. He started stripping off his clothes when he remembered what Rachel had told him. Dropping to his hands and knees, he quickly located to aforementioned box and pulled it out, sitting on the floor and leaning back against the bed. Inside was a purple dildo, a small remote, anal beads, and a large bottle of lube with a note that just said, GET IT!

Rolling his eyes at their antics, he began putting everything back when he got an idea. Shucking his pants and underwear, he went to the bathroom, taking a moment to admire slightly distorted shape of Kurt through the shower door before opening it and stepping inside. Kurt grinned at him, letting out a yelp when Blaine pushed him against the cold tile of the shower wall. Their lips moved together easily thanks to the water, their bodies slick and warm where they were pressed flush against each other.

Kurt's tongue traced along the seam of Blaine's lips, exploring the heat of his mouth languidly when Blaine opened for him. Blaine's tongue caressed his, tangling together before he sucked on it. He felt his cock grow hard as one of Blaine's hands traced along the bottom curve of his ass before grabbing his thigh and hitching it up over Blaine's hip. Their cocks slotted together and Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth, his cock fully hard against Blaine's as they rutted together. His head fell back, his face turning away from the spray as Blaine mouthed along his neck. They were both too tired to do more than thrust against each other slowly, tongues darting out to tease and taste. Kurt worked a hand between them, wrapping it around both of their cocks and stroking.

"Shit, I'm not going to last," Blaine grunted, his hand joining Kurt around them.

"Me either. Harder." They tightened their grips at the same time, working in tangent until they came, mouths pressed together and moving sloppily as the warm water began to cool. "Now I feel really gross," Kurt chuckled when he caught his breath."

"Mm, I'll clean you up." Blaine gave him one last kiss before stepping under the stream, his nose scrunching as the cold water washed over him. He adjusted the knobs until a fresh spray of hot water flowed out. He pulled Kurt under with him, rinsing them both off. They traded off to washing each other and by the time they got out, the water was frigid and their fingers were pruny. They made short work of drying off and putting on some shorts before falling into bed, their limbs tangled together as they drifted off to sleep.

***

When they woke up a few hours later, it was dark out and their stomachs were growling. A quick Internet search later, they were sitting in the living room waiting for their take home to arrive and playfully arguing about which movie to watch.

"I have an idea what we can do to pass the time," Kurt murmured, slowly sinking to his knees in front of Blaine. He carefully pulled down the fabric of the front of Blaine's shorts and tucked it beneath his balls as Blaine's cock began to stir with interest. Long, pale fingers wrapped around the base and eased it up so that Kurt could suck on the head. Blaine's hands came up to tangle in Kurt's hair, his eyes trained on those gloriously pink lips stretched around his cock as Kurt laved at the head until Blaine was completely hard. He began bobbing his head, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked. Blaine moaned, trying to stop his hips from thrusting into Kurt's mouth as he worked him over

"Ba-baby, what about the Thai?" Blaine panted, letting out a whine of frustration when Kurt pulled off, smirking.

"Is that a challenge?" Without waiting for an answer, he sunk his mouth back down, further than he had before. Placing his hand over one of Blaine's, he pushed, forcing his head down more in hopes Blaine would get the picture.

He did.

Kurt's tongue traced along the big vein on the bottom of Blaine's cock as he pulled back and when he went back down, Blaine's hands pushed his head lower. They kept up the rhythm of pulling and pushing until Kurt's nose was buried in the course hair at the base of Blaine's dick. Kurt hummed and sucked, one hand coming up to cup Blaine's balls, rolling them in his palm and Blaine feels the heat that had been building up low in his stomach snap and then he was coming down the back of Kurt's throat, a long, unbroken moan tearing from his throat.

Kurt pulled off with a cough, his eyes watering from too long with no oxygen but a smile was stretched across his lips as he sat back. His nose wrinkled as the smile became a frown and he eased himself on the couch with a groan. "I'm getting too old to be on my knees that long."

Blaine leaned over to kiss him, slow and sweet. "You'll never be too old in my book." Kurt smiled against his lips.

"Love you."

"Love you."

The doorbell rang then and Kurt jumped up to grab his wallet as Blaine tucked himself back into his pants. He was sure the driver knew something had happened, considering the blissed out look on his face and Kurt's just-fucked hair and smirk, but she said nothing, smiling as she handed off the bag of food and took the money, her eyes widening in surprise when she was told to keep the change (considering the rather large tip Kurt had given), thanking them brightly before bouncing off the steps back to her car. They spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch, eating and watching late night cheesy sitcom reruns. And if Blaine later returns the favor in the kitchen, well, can you blame him? His boyfriend is hot.

It's not until he wakes up the next morning that it hits Blaine with the force of a freight train that he wants to marry Kurt one day. There have been many days when he's woken up tangled with Kurt and known that he wanted this every day for the rest of his life, but today, the first day he's woken up next to Kurt in a room that's theirs, that they've never shared with anyone before and don't plan on sharing, is when it really becomes clear. Watching Kurt sleep, his head pillowed on Blaine's chest, dark eyelashes fanned out against the pale skin of his cheeks, the sun illuminating his hair shoulders and making his hair look almost red, he found himself thinking, I'm going to marry this man someday.

***

It took two more years before he finally asked.

He bought the ring three months after they moved into the condo, keeping it hidden in the private storage area in a box of high school mementos he had kept when he moved into his first flat. Occasionally he would find himself digging it out and brushing his fingers along the cool metal, trying to come up with the perfect proposal and then one day, it came to him.

There were arrangements to be made and he would have to wait a couple of months for the perfect day, but things easily fell into place. He made a few phone calls when the time came closer, but it all came together without a hitch.

The second week of February, he called Kurt's cell phone while he was at work. Normally he would just call the switchboard but not today.

"Blaine, is something wrong?" Kurt sounded frustrated but worried.

"No, not at all, I was just wondering if you wanted to meet up for lunch today? We can go to that bistro down the street; we haven't been in forever."

"Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?"

"I stepped out for a moment." It was a lie; he hadn't even gone to work that day. "Please?"

"All right, hold on." Covering the mouthpiece, he called out to Leigh, "Do I have any lunch appointments?"

Leigh poked her head around the corner. "No, just an appointment with Francine at 11:35. Do you need me to reschedule?"

Dealing with Francine, one of the editors, shouldn't take too long. "No, it's fine. Will you block off the whole noon hour so I can have lunch with Blaine?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Hummel." Kurt thought he caught a bit of a smirk on her face as she disappeared, but shrugged it off.

"How does noon sound, then?"

"That's perfect. See you then."

"Love you."

"Love you."

Scowling, Kurt rushed into the bistro ten minutes late, his eyes darting around for Blaine.

"Hey." He turned to find his boyfriend waving him over from a table next to the window. His hair was as carefully styled as always, though he used considerably less gel now than he did when they had first met (huh, in the same bistro, actually). He took a moment to admire the tight fit of Blaine's black button down, the sharp contrast of the bright red bowtie around his collar, and his laughing hazel eyes as they kissed briefly before settling at the table.

"I'm so sorry about being late, Francine kept going on and on and just-" Kurt let out a growl of frustration, rolling his eyes as he picked up the menu. "How has your day been?"

"Busy, but not bad." They both smiled as the waiter appeared at Kurt's elbow, throwing a secretive wink at Blaine.

"Hello, gentlemen, how are you today?"

"Good, good. How are you, Julius?" Kurt asked, lowering his menu and smiling up at his old friend. "How is your family?"

"They are doing well, Mr. Hummel. Do you know what you want to eat?"

"The usual for me," Kurt replied, looking expectantly at Blaine.

"A club sandwich for me, please." He smiled up at Julius as they handed over their menus and Julius hurried off to drop off their orders and get the drinks. They talk about nothing as they eat and it isn't until they've pushed their plates away that Kurt finally asked, "So is today a special occasion or what?"

Blaine looked at him for a moment, a small smile on his lips. "You don't know?"

"Know what?" Kurt can't shake the feeling that he's missing something.

"Today, my love, is the five year anniversary of the first time we met."

Kurt let out a laugh. "Is it really? I can't believe how much is changed." He smiled, reaching across the table to grip Blaine's hand. "Five years ago, I never thought I would meet someone like you."

"Hey, now, it's my turn to do a romantic speech," Blaine scolded, smirking. "You actually stole my opening line, too, you jerk."

Another peal of laughter tore from Kurt's throat. "I'm sorry, I wasn't aware! Please, continue."

Blaine cleared his throat somewhat obnoxiously. "Five years ago, I never thought I would meet someone like you. I was just drifting around, trying to find my place in the city that will swallow you whole if you let it, until one day I saw an ad in the paper looking for a nanny. On a whim, I went for it and it led me to the most beautiful man I had ever met. My stomach was in knots that whole first day after meeting you. You just seemed too good to be true. You're kind and wonderful and selfless and, yes, sometimes a raging bitch, but that's one of the things I love about you. I love your smile, when you laugh and your nose scrunches up, even though you worry it will give you wrinkles, I think it's one of the best things about you. I love waking up with you every morning, watching the sun warm your skin. I love cooking dinner with you and our daughter every night. Every day, I think of how lucky I am to have you, that you chose me, and I want to be yours forever." Kurt wiped at his eyes with his free hand, unsurprised to find tears streaming down. He frowned when Blaine let go of his hand, kneeling on the ground and then there was a little black box in his hand. "Kurt Hummel, will you please make me the happiest man on earth by agreeing to marry me?"

Kurt let out a choked sob and nodded. "Yes, yes, I will marry you, you silly man. How could I not?" With shaking fingers, Blaine slid the ring on and then they were in each other's arms, hugging, their lips pressed together, smiling too much to really kiss properly as cheers rang out across the restaurant. Family and friends flooded the place, congratulating them, but neither moved far away from the other, some part of their bodies always touching, huge smiles never leaving their lips.