Blaine was quickly coming to decide that the mornings were his favourite part about being human. The crisp golden light of the sun arcing through the window over their bed, bright through the pale blue curtains, Kurt tucked in behind him, breath warm over the back of Blaine's neck, hand fitted over the curve of his belly, everything was always quiet contentment in the mornings.

Rolling over into the warm circle of Kurt's arms, Blaine smiled into familiar eyes, blue in the morning light and heavy-lidded with sleep, and leaned in to press a soft kiss to tempting lips. "Hi," he murmured softly, sliding his fingers through Kurt's where they rested at his waist, guiding his hand down to map out the swell of his belly.

"Hi yourself, beautiful," Kurt whispered, eyes glinting with mischief as he pressed closer, wrapping his arms around Blaine and rolling so Blaine was on top of him, giggling and dropping his head onto Kurt's shoulder to hide a coy blush as he felt Kurt's cock stir against his thigh.

The merry trill of the doorbell shattered their moment, and Blaine laughed as Kurt groaned in frustration and threw an arm over his eyes, sliding off him and getting out of bed, adjusting his shirt where Kurt's eager fingers had started pulling it up. "Just leave it, Blaine, it'll just be someone selling something," he said, running his palm alluringly over the bare bed sheets. "Come on, honey, come back to bed."

"Common courtesy, Kurt," Blaine reminded him affectionately, leaning over to kiss him softly. "Put some pants on, I'll get the door and turn them away if it's a salesperson."

Leaving Kurt laying haphazardly across the bed, heart singing with love, Blaine padded into the living room and opened the door to a very beautiful girl standing there, backlit by the sun, a slim scarf fluttering around her neck in the breeze and her eyes raking obviously over Blaine. Without so much as a question, she stalked past him into the house, yelling, "Kurt, since when did you get a butler? Get out here and give me a hug!"

"He's not my butler, you dolt," Kurt snapped at her as he emerged from the bedroom to wrap his arms around the girl, kissing her cheek and sending a shock of bitter-hot jealousy through Blaine. Kurt was only supposed to kiss him like that. "Blaine, Santana, my insufferable friend who will never understand my decision to stay here instead of going with her to New York. Santana, Blaine, my boyfriend who you willnotbe quizzing about our sex life."

"Oh, so it looks like the beach bum lifestyle did work out for you," Santana observed, raking her eyes over Blaine once more, making him blush and shrink back beneath the scrutiny. "I take back everything I ever said, Hummel, you got a keeper here."

Blaine flushed and hid his face in Kurt's shoulder, curling his fingers into Kurt's shirt, comforted when Kurt hissed, "It's complicated, San, just leave him alone. Sit down, I'll make coffee."

Tugging at Kurt's hand, Blaine reminded him, "Kurt, I can't have-"

"I know, honey, coffee for me and Santana, orange juice for you," Kurt assured him sweetly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth that made a blush of pleasure rise in Blaine's cheeks, his eyes drifting as if drawn by magic to the sweet curve of Kurt's ass as he walked into the kitchen.

"I can't believe I've been here for four whole minutes and you haven't asked me what's brought me here," Santana declared, sprawling out across the sofa as if she had lived here all her life. Blaine bristled territorially - first she kissedhisKurt, now she was acting like their home was hers.

"Excuse me, I think you're being rather rude putting your feet all over our things like that," he snapped, and Santana looked up at him with an eyebrow quirked incredulously. "Could you please take your feet off our couch, it's very rude to sit like that in someone else's home."

"What century did you pull this kid out of, Hummel?!" Santana called into the kitchen, flashing Blaine a smirk as she deliberately rubbed the soles of her sand-encrusted shoes all over the cushions. "And you guys are living together already? When I talked you a month ago you didn't even have a boyfriend!"

"I told you, it's complicated, leave it alone!" Kurt snapped, warming Blaine's heart and letting him relax when Kurt shoved Santana's legs off the cushion and laid down their drinks, opening his arms for Blaine to sit next to him, snuggling down into the solid warmth of his chest through his shirt. "So what brings you to the seaside, Santana? You always hated it here."

"Naomi dumped me," Santana said dolefully, taking a long sip of her coffee. "That's the seventh girl in six months to leave me. I thought New York was supposed to be about opportunity."

"I think that's for careers, not sex," Kurt corrected gently. "And maybe it's because you're obviously still hung up on Quinn. You need to either call her and apologise, or get over her, otherwise she'll affect your love life for years to come."

"But it's only been eight months since you dumped Adam and you're apparently already living with someone new," Santana said sadly, gesturing to Blaine. "I just want someone to love me, Kurt. Why can't I have that?"

"Santana, I think the fact that I was never really in love with Adam helped with the getting over him without too much ice-cream in the equation," Kurt said softly, and Blaine stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing he'd dated someone else before him. "We were together for two months, I never even let him kiss me, was I supposed to be heartbroken when we broke up?" He reached out to place a hand on her thigh, making Blaine's blood boil with jealousy. "Are you in town for a while, then?"

"Gonna stay with my parents, I think, and my sister's about to have a baby, might as well hang around long enough to become an aunt," Santana said with a shrug. Looking at Kurt, Blaine could see him thinking, chewing distractedly on his lower lip.

"Your dad takes care of pregnant women, right?" he asked softly, and Santana nodded. "Okay, I'm going to tell you something, and don't freak out. Remember when we were little and my mom used to tell us if we stayed by the sea as the moon rose, we could see a mermaid? And the time we thought we'd seen one, but the people at school told us we were just tired and our eyes were playing tricks on us."

"Fucking Azimio told me I needed to get my dad to scan my brain," Santana growled angrily, punching one fisted hand into the other.

"Well, turns out merpeople are actually real," Kurt said slowly, his eyes flickering over her face for a reaction. "I know this because when I was walking on the beach during a storm, I found one tangled up in a fishing net, and I cut him free. He left without any sign to me, but he came back. We couldn't speak, we didn't know each other's languages, but we touched and I started to feel things for him that I knew I should feel with Adam but never could. I was waiting for him one night when I saw someone drowning, and I dived in to save him. I had to bring him home, he was disorientated, and it turned out he was that same mermaid, turned into a human. He's been living with me, we've fallen madly in love, and I've discovered that the men carry children in merpeople, and that's translated to us expecting a baby."

Santana's eyes were large as saucers, flickering back and forth between Kurt and Blaine, knuckles white around the handle of her mug. "Are you saying Blaine used to be a mermaid, and he's pregnant?" she asked. "Fucking bullshit, Kurt. Don't lie to me."

"I'm not, look at this picture!" Kurt exclaimed, grabbing the ultrasound picture in its frame from the table and handing it to her. She stared down at it, and looked back up with tears in her eyes. "Oh, come on, don't cry. Where's the tough bitch I know and love?"

"You're having a baby," Santana breathed. "My best friend is having a baby. I'm so happy for you!"

"Okay, can you please talk to your dad for us?" Kurt asked softly, eyes round and pleading. "Blaine went to the clinic, but they tried to experiment on him, we can't trust them. I just need a doctor we can go to that we can trust in case something bad happens."

"Okay, I'll talk to him," Santana agreed, wiping her eyes on her sleeves. "You lucky boys. Blaine, you better give him everything he deserves."

"Of course I will," Blaine said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I love him more than you could ever know."