Even with the knowledge warm and glowing in his chest, that Kurt loves him and will take him away from the centre as soon as he can, Blaine fights to keep their relationship a secret from the rest of his fellow workers. He wants to keep Kurt all to himself, sighing softly against his lips and smiling secretively when their fingers twine at their sides.

Kurt visits every day he can, and always calls if he can't make it because of his work, or once a family commitment, spending the day with his brother's family, helping out with his newborn and practicing for their own baby. At the very mention of the child growing within Blaine, he flushes with excitement and cups a hand over the swell, rolling up his shirt to snap a picture that captures the jut of his belly button and the pale stretch marks beginning to sketch in at his hips, sending it to Kurt and receiving aDon't make me cry in front of Finn and Louisa, I haven't told them yetin return.

It makes Blaine so happy, that Kurt seems so full of joy about their baby. He knows that Kurt is positively thrumming with excitement to come to the ultrasound when they'll be able to know if they're expecting a girl or a boy, to start picking out baby names and nursery furniture and painting the walls soft gender-neutral yellows and whites because Kurt refuses to put their baby in a niche of blue or pink, to begin planning their life together.

A knock at the door interrupts Blaine's moment of quiet reflection, fingers aimlessly drawing circles into the stretching skin of his belly, and he glances up to Kurt in the doorway, unwrapping his thin blue scarf and smiling at him as he slides the door closed with a telling gleam in his eye. "Hey there, beautiful," he says softly, crossing the room to kiss Blaine, hands at his waist guiding him upright as Blaine's arms twine around his neck, bringing him closer.

"You have to stop calling me that," Blaine says softly, carefully unpinning the identical black and white bird pins from Kurt's chest and placing them on the nightstand.

"Why should I?" Kurt asks, tucking a curl behind his ear and leaning their foreheads together. "That's what you are, Blaine. My beautiful love, getting all round with our baby, my ray of sunshine. I love you so much, and I'm so glad I decided to give up searching for a husband and came here to have a baby. Apparently, you can get both for the price of one."

Blaine giggles as Kurt gestures for him to sit on the bed, leaning back against the pillows and watching Kurt unbutton his deep purple shirt through eyes heavy-lidded with lust, tilting his head as he considers Kurt's words. "You want to marry me?"

"Of course I do," Kurt breathes, folding his shirt over the back of a chair and crawling towards Blaine, acres of pale skin, the flow of it only interrupted by the constellation of freckles at Kurt's sun-warmed shoulders and the pink of his pebbled nipples. "During our second date, when you sang with me in the snow, I knew you were special, and you could work your way so easily into my heart, and stay there. By the time I was holding you while you cried into my shoulder, because you were pregnant, and you thought you'd lose me, I knew I was in love with you and I'd do anything to be with you. After the baby's born, I desperately want you to be my husband."

"Yes," Blaine says softly, even though it's not a question. Kurt looks up at him with wide eyes and his brow furrowed in confusion, and Blaine curves a hand reverently over his belly as he says, "Kurt, as far as I'm concerned, you just proposed to me. And I'm saying yes."

"Oh my God," Kurt whispers, eyes bright with a sheen of tears, a blush colouring his cheeks. "Can we pretend I didn't just ask you to marry me and get a yes in your bedroom, while I'm shirtless and about to have sex with my beautiful boyfriend? Can you please block this out and wait until a later date when I have a custom-made suit and a candlelit dinner and a ridiculously expensive ring so we have a good story to tell our grandchildren?"

"If it comforts you any, then I'll wait until some gorgeous and romantic evening to call it an official proposal," Blaine says with laughter in his voice. "But remember that you said you desperately want to be my husband, and I said yes to everything you've ever said about our future together."

Kurt surges forward to meet him in a fierce kiss, cupping Blaine's face gently between his hands as he presses close, kneeling between Blaine's spread legs as his fingers slide downwards to unbutton his shirt, mouth breaking away from Blaine's to slide hungrily over every inch of exposed skin, smacking wet kisses into the curve of his bump, making Blaine squeak and wriggle beneath Kurt. "I love you," Blaine says softly, barely a whisper on the air between them, and Kurt glances up to him before rising to meet him a sweet kiss, fingernails scraping gently over the stretchmarks appearing at his sides.

"I love you too, beautiful," he says softly, and Blaine flushes at the affectionate nickname and the praise, gasping raggedly as Kurt's deft fingers, expert by now in the art of getting them both out of their clothes as quickly as possible, yank his own sinfully tight jeans open and kick them away, leaving him achingly long and lithe in just his briefs, fingers inching beneath the elasticated waistband of Blaine's sweatpants, gently caressing the sweaty skin he finds there. Every drop of blood in Blaine's body seemingly rushes to between his legs, where he can feel how slick he is when his thighs rub together as he moves, his heartbeat seemingly pulsing there.

"Kurt,please," he whispers faintly, the words curling desperately from his kiss-swollen lips. He doesn't understand how Kurt can make him feel this way, need so much, when it hasn't even been that long since the last time he felt Kurt hard and hot inside him, and he's used to going months without having anyone else's hands on him. "I can't help it, I want you so bad right now."

"Hey, you don't need to be embarrassed about it," Kurt murmurs reassuringly, pulling his pants down and kicking their clothes off the bed, leaning over Blaine with a tender softness to his eyes. "I love you, I love making you feel like this and I love getting to be with you, inside you, feeling you around me. It's the best part of my day."

"M-Maybe we could try something else?" Blaine questions uncertainly, and Kurt looks down at him with an encouraging smile, fingers plucking impatiently at his maternity boxers. "One of the girls here, Kitty, she's just started an affair with someone outside of the centre, and she's not embarrassed to freely talk about what they do together. Yesterday while Tina and I were doing yoga with her and Ryder, she was talking about how he gives her pleasure with her mouth, how it feels really good, and all I could think about was you pleasuring me like that." At the look he can't read in Kurt's eyes, he hastily adds, "But you don't have to, I just thought it would be interesting to try something other than you inside me."

"Blaine, that sounds...amazinglyhot," Kurt breathes, and tackles Blaine to the bed in a dirty kiss, tongue rubbing against the roof of Blaine's mouth and sliding sinuously against Blaine's own, making him throb almost painfully. "I want to, of course I want to, you just sit tight and I'll get to it right now."

Trembling violently with anticipation as Kurt slips down the bed, the soft slither of his skin against the sheet echoing on in Blaine's ears, Blaine's jaw slackens around a wanton moan as Kurt's fingertips trace the shape of him through his boxers, a light teasing touch that has Blaine canting his hips down for more, aching and desperate and simply needing Kurt. "Kurt, more, please," he pleads, voice rough with need, and gasps in relief as Kurt tugs his boxers down in one smooth movement and presses soft kisses against the insides of his thighs, inching higher with every touch of his hot, damp mouth, closer to where Blaine needs him to be.

Though it's his first time feeling someone else take him like this, feeling so bare beneath the gentle touch of Kurt's mouth, Blaine knows that it can never be better. Kurt is so gentle with him, treats him like he's something to be revered, tongue slow and hot and sending pleasure in waves across Blaine's skin, lips so soft when he kisses the tender insides of his thighs, making Blaine moan when he sees Kurt's arm working furiously as he jerks himself off to the rhythm of Blaine's thrusts into the slick heat of Kurt's tongue exploring the very centre of him, both of them coming with barely a breath between their orgasms, falling against each other exhausted and sated and limp with the aftermath of pleasure.

"I love you so much, you sexy, beautiful man," Kurt whispers, and leans over to press a tender kiss to Blaine's mouth, deepening it as Blaine's tongue swipes at his lips, searching out his own taste.

A knock pulls them reluctantly apart, and Kurt slips into the bathroom with a smile to fix himself up, Blaine wrapping himself in a robe and shuffling across the room, still feeling a little weak in the knees, to slide the bolt across and crack the door open.

Slate-grey eyes and a familiar set mouth look back at him, and it seems for a moment as if he can't breathe, heart pounding with the sudden shock after five years.

"Dad?"