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Blaine’s Pov

A break from work. It’s perfect, and it is just what I need. I can finally go back to being just a teenager in school for a week.

Then, I’ll be a dad.

I think I’m ready. I think.

I mean, I have read the what to expect book, I have researched so many things online, and bought everything for the babies that we need that we didn’t get at the baby showers, which thankfully wasn’t too much. I mean, it was a lot, but considering how much we don’t have to buy because of our fortunate families, it wasn’t that much. We printed a checklist for having your own first apartments and bought everything on it.

We needed some dryer sheets, dish soap, cleaning products and curtains for the babies’ room. We found out that during the day it gets REALLY bright in there. My mom recommended blackout curtains. We got aluminum foil, freezer bags, hangers, etc. There was a long list, but it was a lot of little stuff. But it cost a few hundred, everything together. I know that we are very fortunate in comparison to other teens in this situation. Since the babies were announced, we don’t have much to really worry about financially, and I know that it’s not that way for other teen parents. Our worries, are taking care of them on our own once they are born, and juggling the other aspects of life as well as taking care of them. But when money is involved, because of the baby showers, we couldn’t have been more fortunate. A rich gay kid with traditionalist parents, and teen pregnancy….

So not normal.

But, once I have to start paying rent here, I know things won’t be that easy anymore. Especially since taking time off will have to happen more often. I have to learn to be more strict with my annoying ass boss……..

I’ve saved up around 16,000 dollars from working from May to October, and Kurt and Savannah have both saved a few thousand each. I was sure a few days ago when we opened gifts that I would be down 2 thousand bucks in order to get a washer and dryer for all of the baby clothes we would go through. But, I swear, parents are really helpful. Without them, Kurt, Savannah and I would not be nearly as ready for these twins as we are.

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We had procrastinated opening the house warming gifts. We were completely gifted out. Seriously. But, we’re running out of time. It was easier to just stay at parents’ houses so the responsibility was non-existent, but now, the babies are coming and our condo isn’t ready yet. Not just the nursery, but the whole condo. Our kitchen had nothing but food. No dishes, or anything. The bathrooms still had nothing but toilet paper. No hand soap, bath rugs… ANYTHING! We had a lot of work to do.

Unpacking a few boxes of dishes, pots and pans, silverware, plates and cups, bowls and Tupperware, we realized just how long this would take to put everything away. There was more than a lot. This was an all-day task. I still stand by my words last month when my parents got me this condo. I don’t know how to have my own apartment. I have never really had to put away brand new dishes, or shop for laundry detergent, or pay bills….I still have to figure out how to pay half of the rent here when October 20th hits. Sometimes, I wish I had a warning that I would have to grow up so fast.

Price you pay for having sex as a teenager I guess….A teenaged girl anyway. Sex with a certain porcelain skinned boy however is really really nice.

It’s a good thing Kurt can’t get pregnant.

Through my thoughts, I tried to continue working quickly because Kurt and I have things to do today. Continuing unpacking, there was that espresso maker I had seen when I was down here searching for bath stuff, the 6 slice toaster, and the Egyptian whatever sheets. There were dish towels, bath towels, bed sheets, blankets, throw blankets, a toaster, a microwave, and more. We had a broom/mop/dustpan set, a vacuum cleaner-carpet shampooer in one machine, which had a note on it saying, “Kids are messy. You’re gonna need this when they start on solid food. Love you Nephew!” From Aunt Sara.

She really is amazing.

More opening, there was a Black and Decker Mason jar blender and food processor. Pretty much, we were set to the point that any appliance that exists in history, doesn’t need to be bought because it was already gotten for us. There was a lot of stuff. We were really set.

I think having a rich family may have its perks after all.

Having put away every dish, and finding a place for everything in the kitchen, Kurt went to sit down for a minute, before we had to start venturing out to the bedrooms. That was when we noticed a double door out of nowhere.

“We must not have noticed it because there was a bunch of the gift bags covering it.” Kurt said opening the door.

Behind it was a washer and dryer. My heart did a flip in excitement, while Kurt looked shocked.

“Oh thank god! That saves us a grand or two….. Thank you mom and dad….”

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Finding that we had a washer and dryer, is what brought us to the conversation we are in now. Savannah’s mom, Carole, my mom, and Kurt and I were at a Trader Joes food court having coffee. Kurt and I were sharing that the kitchen and pretty much the rest of the condo were completely ready to be lived in.

Finally.

“That’s perfect! Now, all you need is some recipes to complete with laundry.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What do recipes have to do with laundry….” I was lost.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Homemade detergent recipe I’m guessing?”

Janah nodded. “But not just detergent. Baby detergent. Do you know how expensive Dreft is? It’s ridiculous! And it is absolutely the best for your baby, so it’s gotten to the point where parents have to get it because they are afraid any other detergent will harm their baby’s skin, but the truth is, you just have to know how to make it yourself correctly.”

Even my mom looked curious. Janah pulled out a small binder, and Kurt and I leaned over it as she started to explain.

“For liquid laundry soap, you need one cup of Borax, a cup of Arm and hammer washing soda. It’s very important that you get washing soda, and not baking soda. And a bar of Johnson baby soap that needs to be either grated, or microwaved and then blended up. All of it comes together with 2 gallons of water. You boil it all, and store it in mason jars. The best part of it though, is that you only need 2 tablespoons of this mixture in 1 big load.”

Carole and mom were writing this down as she explained it.

“That’s brilliant!” Carole said. “Why did I never think of looking up how to make homemade soap! Being a single mother, I could’ve saved so much money with Finn’s clothes!!!!”

My mom was interested for a different reason.

“I love baby soap, but to make it myself, that’s pretty ingenious. Everett won’t buy it when we have no infant.”

Janah smiled. “And that’s not all. For powdered laundry soap, all it takes is 2 cups of Super Washing Soda, 2 cups of Borax, and a bar or a bar and a half of Johnsons baby soap finely grated. Your preference on that last one. For the powder though, you need a half a cup in a heavy load.”

Kurt seemed excited about this because money would get tight really quickly especially with double the babies, and double the washing. Not to mention, this soap would be safe for EVERYONES laundry, not just the babies. There was even a recipe for Fabric softener.

1 Cup of scented Hair Conditioner

3 Cups Hot Water 

1-1/2 Cups White Distilled Vinegar

All boiled together, it makes the perfect downy replica. The only question was, when would we ever find the time to get any of that made? We are in high school full time, I am working full time, and Kurt working part time. We will have two babies constantly demanding attention, and we, including Savannah, will have homework piled on us every day.

“Okay wait. This is all genius and everything, since we have the Mason jar blender for it all, but there’s a big problem. We are barely going to have time to breathe. How will we have time to make any of this stuff? It’s awesome for saving money, but we won’t have the time. It’s just like people driving even though the bus is so much cheaper. Time.”

Janah had it covered though.

“I already have that figured out. This is one of my gifts to you guys. Until you guys are completely set and on your feet as parents, and have a real schedule, and possibly a nanny when you’re out of school and everything, I will help out in that department. I will keep you stocked on laundry supplies, because I use it for my family at home anyway. So whenever I make more of my own, I’ll triple what I dish out to you guys. Just let me know when you’re running low, and I’ll have more for you.”

Yeah. Janah was just another one of the many blessings that had hit us in the last week before Savannah gave birth.

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Carole was a blessing too. She had an amazing mixture for a diaper rash crème that gets rid of diaper rash after only a day. Hydrocortisone, lanolin, target brand diaper rash crème, and baby powder.

Genius.

Then there was Savannah’s abuela who was another blessing that I didn’t expect.

Of course, I had to try really really hard to not be uncomfortable with the conversation that was happening in Savannah’s bedroom. This was definitely a conversation for the ladies. I honestly wish Kurt was here for this conversation and I was at glee club. Honestly, I could’ve gone to glee club today being that I’m off of work this week, and next, but, Kurt convinced me to chill with Savannah and get some work done. I have a huge report due Friday, and it was assigned 2 weeks ago. I haven’t even started it.

That’s what I tried to focus on instead of all the boob talk going on around me….. It didn’t completely work, and unfortunately, I couldn’t block out everything……

“This Mandela electric double pump is my gift to you from me and your grandfather.”

“Really? Grandpa too?” Savannah said.

But her abuela let her down gently heavy accent heavy. “Well…..No…... Sorry mija. It’s from me, your abuelo still won’t speak about the babies, and I’m so sorry that I couldn’t come to your shower but you know grandpa Miguel… He’s so stubborn. He forbids me to support any of this, but you are my granddaughter first, and he will see that too…. Eventually. He’ll come around baby.”

I felt bad for Savannah. Being disowned by a family member is hard. I almost know what that feels like. I mean, my dad is a complete jackass, and I’m sure he’d have disowned me at some point if I didn’t have the current situation with Savannah. He almost completely ignored me before that point. So I know how it feels.

“Anyway, this will literally save you thousands of dollars a year mija. If you keep up with it, and stay responsible, and on a schedule. You have to make sure you ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS make time to pump. Always.”

Savannah was paying really close attention, and I probably should be too. But, I’m trying to study here.

“Okay, does it hurt though? I mean, I planned on breastfeeding anyway since my boobs have grown like two sizes since I got pregnant. I’m a freaking C cup now!”

I rolled my eyes. I sooo don’t need to be here for this conversation……

Women’s bodies are beautiful, and I can appreciate that, but still. God how I wished I could cover my ears…..Talking openly about boobs…. Just….. No…

“That because you have two babies that your body is preparing to make milk for. And yes, it may start out a bit painful, but remember, breast milk is so much healthier than formula. Your babies health should outweigh the pain. Not to mention, it is free. Formula is 20 dollars or more a can for the good ones. Breast feeding will save you guys A LOT of money.”

I’m definitely on board with saving money. And Kurt is too.

“If you have to, like if you leave for school one day, and one of the boys is home with the little ones, and there isn’t enough milk for two bottles, you can mix formula and supplement, but, try to always have enough milk left in your fridge for when you will be gone, or not with the babies. Also, in there are some breast-like nipples, to avoid nipple confusion. Babies prefer breastfeeding to a physical bottle too. The taste is better, and it reduces the chance of colic. Once they’ve had a boob, they may be a bit fussy before taking a bottle.”

Great! I thought. Of course Savannah isn’t going to be around constantly and what if there isn’t enough milk in the fridge? That’ll suck dealing with unhappy babies. And I had read all about colic.

Not. Fun! If there is one thing I want to avoid more than anything with my twins, it is them being colicky. I’ve asked everyone, and they have all said that it is a nightmare!

“No! No colic! I will do nothing but breastfeed if it means avoiding colic. The baby at my job, he is extremely colicky! And it drives me crazy!” Savannah said. I nodded along.

“Well then, you will also have to make sure that your kitchen at the condo is always stocked properly for your personal diet. Your babies eat what you eat honey. That’s probably why the baby at your work is so colicky. The mom must not take care of herself. You can absolutely avoid it. You just have to make sure that you take care of yourself. Eat for your babies’ first, for your own enjoyment second.”

That was when Savannah went rummaging for something in her drawer and tossed it to me.

“I found it at work one day. Jan let me keep it since she’s not having any more babies. It’s the perfect guide for breastfeeding parents.”

I looked it over, and thought one thing. Kurt was going to be doing the cooking in the house. No doubt. This, would be going right up on the fridge at the condo, and Kurt could surely work that out for meals. He was the information station after all.

Kurt and I ended up at the grocery store later to stock up on foods that were on that list for the breastfeeding diet. Kurt is TERRIFIED of having colicky babies too.

“I will cook every night. Something delicious that everyone will like, but really good for her too, and approved on that list. I refuse to deal with colic if I can avoid it. Seriously, I was on YouTube last night watching some colicky babies. These parents were up ALL. Night. Long. We will not survive if we have colicky twins.”

I agree. It’s going to cost us more in groceries, because everyone knows that the healthy stuff is the more expensive stuff, but it’ll be worth it, and right now, I still have the credit card my dad gave me for groceries.

Well, not anymore since we just spent the last on it, but we should be set for a while with food.

Unless Finn comes over a lot…….

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“But! Wait! Sebastian, I have a huge report that I am working on. I can’t do it right now. Besides, I gave you my vacation confirmation this morn-“

“Blaine, we have to make this deal with Hasbro. If it falls through, we might be looking at layoffs. And do you know who’d be one of the firsts to go?”

And of course, that is why I am here at 9 pm shaking the hands of the CEO of Hasbro.

“Thank you so much sir. We absolutely will provide the best market for sales this holiday season. I can promise you that.”

“Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Anderson.” And he left with a smile. I sighed. That went well. I drove back to the office to give Sebastian the details. Of course he didn’t even apologize for guilt tripping me into working on my vacation.

And that wasn’t the only time I had been called into work this week……. So much for a break before fatherhood……….

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Kurt’s Pov

“This is the most adorable thing I have ever seen in my life!” Savannah exclaimed as Hunter unraveled a long sheet of fabric to show us her late shower gift for us. She made 40 feet of wallpaper for the twins’ nursery, and I must say too, that it was awesome.

It was half purple background, and half yellow background fabric that had the pattern of 2 Giraffes, 2 zebras, 2 koalas, and 2 lion cubs, and all around them, were water puddles and trees. It was ADORABLE!

I hugged Hunter in an absolute thank you. It was perfect, and it would also be way longer than the whole nursery 1st corner to 4th corner. Savannah hugged her longer than I did.

It was nice being able to relax with Savannah and her friend Hunter today while we worked on making the nursery at home come to life. But, of course, Blaine was supposed to be helping us and spending the day with us, but even on vacation, or paternity leave or whatever the heck it is they are calling his time off, or his NOT AT ALL time off, he can’t catch a freaking break! He was called into work for the 3rd time now in 4 days he’s been off. It’s ridiculous!!!

So, it was just gonna be Sav and I today. Well, and Hunter. Savannah was really big on getting her friend Hunter to come and hang with us. She never gets out of the house apparently, and needs some time with people her own age. Honestly, after hanging for a few hours with this girl, I agree. Her taking care of her siblings all the time sounds tiresome. It took a little bit of convincing, but we got her parents to agree to let her come to our condo. The fact that only Savannah and two gay boys would be there made it a bit easier.

After a very long argument with Savannah over washing all of the baby clothes before hanging them up and putting them away, (that I lost) we took Hunter home. I would be washing all of the clothes when she wasn’t around to stop me.

 Savannah also was starting to get all contract-ey again, so she wanted to lay down. I would’ve taken her back home; as in the condo home, but she was really uncomfortable in the car, and the 25 minute drive was unnecessary when I can just stay over at her place with her while she relaxes. I’ll just text Blaine that we are at Savannahs house instead of at home. And man it feels so good to be able to call some place where both Blaine and I live together, home.

Blaine got to Savannah’s house at around 4, and I welcomed his sexy with fervor. I miss him. I miss him more than ever since I’m under the impression that he is supposed to be with me constantly for the next two weeks. But he’s not. I really hate his boss.

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“So when the babies are born, and you are released from the hospital, what is the plan? I mean, I was thinking about it this morning, and realized we haven’t talked that far yet.” I said after taking a bite of my Chinese chicken salad. Thank you Harry for being a chef at the best restaurant in town. SO good.

“Well um….. I don’t know….. I think I’ll need my mom….. I don’t want to sound like, hogging or something…. I’m just, in all honesty, I think I’ll need my mom around. You know?”

Blaine and I were both quiet, but I have a feeling we are both thinking the same thing.

“Sav… Your mom is gonna be with us at the hospital for however long we are there. A couple days or so, and she’ll be there for us to help and everything. But…..”

But Blaine finished for me. “But, we have to do this on our own. Your mom isn’t always going to be there to help out or dictate every step for us to take….. I think we should take them home after the hospital…….”

I could tell that Blaine was afraid he might upset her with his words, but I agree with him. I mean, I talk to Carole whenever I can when I have a question or fear, and it’s amazing to have my stepmom around to talk to, but we have to be able to adapt to life as parents without our own parents putting bibs on us.

Savannah exhaled…… “You’re right, I just… I’m getting really scared. They’re almost here and, I feel like I still don’t know what to do. I know the nursery is done, and the condo is all ready. I just… I don’t know if I am.” She let a tear fall down her cheek. I crawled to her side on the bed and wrapped her in an embrace. Blaine did the same to her other side and the two of us linked hands behind her back, and on her stomach.

It really is the easier job to be the dad. Even easier honestly to be the add-on dad. I can imagine the stress she’s feeling. Her hormones are all out of whack too, so add that to the pain, and the fear of the babies coming any day now. I would hate to be the mom.

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Savannah’s Pov

I swear these babies need to come now. I’m done. I’m so through with being pregnant, and I’m ready to change it to being a parent. The pain has become UNBEARABLE. I can’t take it anymore. Blaine’s back rubs make everything a little bit better, even if only very little, but now he’s gonna have to leave. I just know it. And Kurt’s back rubs just don’t cut it, and Finn has been called off limits to me, because we always end up making out. I’d love Finn right about now, because then, we could make out, and I would go into active labor. These babies are really ready to meet the world. I’m losing my mind just having these constant contractions…

"No Sebastian! You’ve been saying that all week, but it’s not my job right now.” He shouted.

Oh really? I heard the jerk say snarkily.

“Yes really! Because I already requested and was approved to have this week, and next week off! Starting Wednesday and its Friday. My babies are being born soon, and I need to spend at least a little bit of time with my family before and after they're born! Before going back to work! Again." Blaine argued.

His boss was awful. Honestly, it’s about time Blaine is actually telling his boss off. He usually just sits and takes it and does whatever Sebastard says afraid of losing his job.
But, right now, his raised voice wasn't helping me. The babies react to tense and loud voices. And my back was killing me already. I don’t need the babies to start acting up any more than they already are. I’ve been contracting on and off all day.

Blaine rubbed my lower back as though he wasn't even on the phone though, and that was helping.... only slightly but still.

His boss Smythe on the other end was being loud as well. I could hear clearly every word, and I was turned away from Blaine and the phone.
"If you don't get in here now Blaine, we might lose one of the biggest sales deals of this year! You want to do a solid for your little family, assure your job stays secure, and get to that meeting in an hour!" I heard him yell. 
"But I'm in the middle of-"
But the phone cut off. Sebastian hung up.

"Damnit!" Blaine yelled, throwing his cell phone across the room. I tried to look sympathetically at him. After that guilt trip he just got, I would’ve been frustrated too. He has to go in….

He sighed and removed his hand from my back and put his head in his hands.
I shifted in bed and turned to him. "It’s ok if you need to go. I'm ok. They're just Braxton hicks right now. They'll pass, and as long as you’re back before tomorrow, I don't think you'll miss anything."
Blaine sighed. He didn't want to go. He was exhausted too. But for different reasons. He’s completely burned out from work. Truly.

I know it. And I feel so guilty, but it really is an amazing job. He makes great money doing it, and without him working, our babies would be doomed.

But still, aside from his boss being a controlling ass, and him rarely getting a freaking break, he doesn’t sleep much, especially lately because he and Kurt have been getting up with me every hour when the contractions start. He never gets to rest.

And rarely a day off. He rubbed my back for a moment more and I relaxed into it. He kissed my forehead, and my stomach twice and then got off the bed.
I feel a little teased now at the 5 second back rub. I frowned a little. I wish he wasn’t leaving. Kurt and Finn are both at school, and my dad’s back rubs aren't the same. Besides, he asks too many questions.

 I could call Kurt though...or Finn.......hmm....... Finn would totally ditch class if I needed him…….
Blaine rustling around the room brought me out of my reverie.

"I’ll be back as soon as I can." Blaine said sadly.
"K." I mumbled equally as bummed.

He left the room, and I picked up my phone to text Finn. I think I need some making out time. These twins, I love them so much already, and they are more than worth the pain, but these babies have overstayed their welcome. The world wants to meet them. Seriously. Then again, right now Finn is too scared to kiss me, for the wrath of Kurt will descend upon him if I have the babies too early. Well, at least he can rub my back, and I’ll have someone to talk to besides dad.

Blaine Pov
I am so freaking frustrated. It’s October 9th, and I’ve been supposed to be not working since the 6th, and I’ve only had one day off!

This is ridiculous! If I can't even get enough time off to be with my babies while they’re still inside my friend for a few hours in the morning, how am I gonna get enough time off to be with Kurt for an evening? I know that he misses me. I miss him too, and it’s killing me! More than that, when the babies come, how will I ever spend time with them if I am always at Sebastian’s beck and call?
Sure, I'm good at my job. I'm persuasive, I'm charming, I'm young, and not to toot my own horn, but I am a sexily convincing to the females in the building.
But I have a life too!

I was suddenly thankful to have come straight here after work a few nights ago. Otherwise I wouldn't have my button down shirt from that last meeting still here at Sav’s house. Unfortunately it’s wrinkled, and doesn't smell all that clean. I did a lot of running around that day, but you know what? It’s not my fault. I didn't pack work clothes for my nights over here because I wasn't supposed to be working! They're just gonna have to deal with me being a little less fresh.
Not my problem. I'm on vacation.
Sort of...
Paternity leave?
I don’t know. Whatever. I'm not working.
Or I'm not supposed to be working!
Through my frustration, I may have been a little loud going down the stairs, but who can blame me? I had better be pulling in over time for this. 

I texted Sebastian.
"I'm on my way. Where am I going?" - Blaine
Sebastian texted back immediately.
I knew you were a smart man. Head over to the corporate office in west Lima. Meetings at noon. You can sign in on your time app once you get in your car btw.  I'm sure your babies will thank me for paying ur sweet and scrawny little ass double time for whatever work u put in this weekend. –Sebastian

Great! He expects me to come in this weekend too. And I’m battling internally with that. My family might be happier with my presence, than my paycheck and salary at this point. But I can’t lie to myself either. Double time definitely helps. Which is why I can only complain silently. And in my own head.
I clocked into my time card app on my cell as I walked downstairs.
"Heya Blaine. How's she doing?" Harry asked me from the couch.
I simply sighed a heavy and annoyed one, and Harry noticed my appearance.
"What's up? You look like you’re going to work..." he said.
"….I am." I answered hesitantly. "My boss called. Some important meeting that's really big and I really need to be there or whatever will fail or some other....blah blah blah bullsh-" but I cut myself off because Justin was sitting in the same room on the computer. “Sorry.”                                    Harry half smiled but I could see he was concerned.
"I tried getting out of it. I mean, I got approved vacation time, and I told him that, but he wasn't having it. I have to go, but I should be back by tonight. Maybe take Savannah to get something she’s craving and walk a bit."

Harry nodded. “That’ll be good. She needs to walk. She’s gotten so uncomfortable moving, but it’ll help more than hurt. How's she doing though? Is she doing alright?" he asked.
I frowned…. It’s really hard being torn between two priorities. Plus my personal priorities which technically don't exist anymore. There's so many.

My job VS Savannah.

Savanah VS Kurt

Kurt VS my parents.

Parents VS school.

School VS babies,

Babies VS Kurt.

Kurt VS work,

Work VS babies.

And a really big one; Babies VS Work VS school.

That last is hardest because my job is designed for someone who isn't still in high school, I just got lucky. I need to stay in school if I ever want to move up in the company and make a career. And my babies are the most important of the three.
But my stupid boss calls or texts during at least three of my classes a day at least once a week. At least!!!!
I gave up the Warblers in May when I had to take the job, but that no longer mattered when I transferred to McKinley. Glee is almost completely out.

Coming out of my thoughts to answer Harry, I sighed again. "She's uncomfortable. But she is resting at least. She found a comfortable position. Her back muscles are really tight. And she's having some pretty frequent contractions. But she's not worried." I shrugged into my jacket.

"How frequent?” He asked.

“About 20 minutes or so. They’re still fluctuating between 25 and 18 minutes.”

Harry bit his lip. Totally where Savannah gets that habit.

“You're worried aren't you?" Harry asked me.
I snorted a chuckle. I’m always worried. And he knows that. He started looking at me no doubt expecting me to answer.
"Yea. I don’t want to miss something." I voiced walking closer to the front door. "I'm going to try and finish as fast as I can so I can get back. They're coming kind of often now and I really don't want to miss anything or leave her alone while she’s so uncomfortable and scared. And Kurt likes one of us to always be here."

Harry nodded slowly in understanding. I feel so conflicted. I want to stay here, and blow off this meeting. Tell Sebastian to shove it. I mean, I'm on leave dammit!

But, I can't.... Money is important right now. And I can’t risk losing my job... I have saved a lot, but when the babies are born, I know that I’ll have to somehow find a way to cut back on hours and my savings will drain in no time I’m sure. Otherwise not only will Kurt and Savannah both be overworked, but my babies won’t know me, and I won’t let that happen….. Sigh. So I guess working now is better than not.

"I'm sorry. I have to go." I said after checking my watch. Harry waved bye, and Justin voiced it. I waved back, left without any more words, and drove to work....
Again...

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I got back at around 7 and took Savannah and Kurt down to a Chinese restaurant because that’s what Savannah was craving. After we ate, I drove to the park near the cemetery and we went for a nice night walk. Despite many protests from the pregnant one.

“Oh come on Savannah, we have to keep you fluctuating between sleep and walking. It’s what the doctors said you should do as your due date gets closer.

Seeing the swings at the park, she rolled her eyes and agreed. We swung on the swings for a while and reveled in some nostalgia. Kurt was so tall he barely had to reach up to touch the monkey bars. They made fun of me for almost being on my tip toes to grab them. Savannah expressed irritation at not being able to jump off the swings like Kurt and I, and Kurt cheered her up with future stories of bringing the twins here to play. It was a nice night.

After we played for a while like retards at the park, laughing and getting some kid time in, Kurt and I took Savannah to visit his mom’s grave. He wanted to introduce his mom to Savannah and show her the babies.

Both of us, we’re still kind of unsure on religion, but Kurt feels like she is watching over him from somewhere. I do too.

 I had met Kurt’s mom the same day that we buried Pavarotti and the day Kurt and I started dating, and I wish I had known her for real with the way Kurt speaks of her. She sounds like she was a really amazing woman. As amazing as Burt really. Of course, she had to be amazing to have given the earth someone as amazing as Kurt Hummel, but that’s beside the point. I just bet she was amazing.

The next day, the cycle seriously repeated itself. I got called into work, and my entire weekend appeared to be like every other one has been throughout this whole summer. At least today I was called in the early hours of the morning, so when I came back, Savannah’s family was at church being that it was a Sunday afternoon. I got upstairs to find Savannah asleep, and Kurt doing some homework at her bedside. Sav rubbed her protruding belly in discomfort and made some sleepy grunts of pain, but it was really quiet in here. I sat beside Kurt and kissed his lips, which was turning a little heated in the wrong place and wrong time, but I could really care less. I need to kiss my boyfriend. It feels like it’s been weeks since we’ve had a passionate kiss. We’re well overdue.

“Guys. Sorry to interrupt.” Savannah’s mom interrupted, “but get out of here.” They are back from church I see, So much for making out while Savannah’s asleep. But still, I looked at her confused. “What?”

“I said, get out of here. Both of you. Go home. Her father and I can watch her for a night. I mean she is our daughter after all.” She sassed. “We only raised her. We are capable of watching over her.”

Kurt objected at first. “I know, we just like being here with her in case something new happens, or if she goes into labor.”

“Yeah.” I agreed. As great as a night with Kurt with no worries sounds, it’s cutting it kind of close.

Janah nodded in understanding. “If anything happens or changes, ANYTHING AT ALL!” She added the latter part to assuage me, “I will call you immediately. I promise. But, she’s got some time left. You guys on the other hand don’t.”

I raised an eyebrow. Huh?

“You need to go and be teenagers one last time before Monday. Monday is her last appointment, and then you have school all week, so you need to go and be teens while you can. Go.”

Kurt no longer objected. And neither did I.

Yeah….. I really really love Janah.

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Blaine Pov

“Blaine, baby…..” Kurt moaned beneath my covers, and between my legs. “You’re so tense….. Relax honey…..”

I was trying. I really was. All day I had been worrying, and frantically back and forth with my thoughts, freaking out. Working, and then worrying, worrying more, and working.

Laying here with Kurt sucking me with fervor and need is EXACTLY what I need.

But I can’t seem to relax and de-tense. God I want to.

“I’m relaxed. Or, I’m trying….. Geez Your mouth is perfect Kurt….”

Kurt was sucking my cock so hard, it was like it was his life force. My leg started to shake under him. “That’s it…..” he pulled off for a moment to say, as he grabbed my thigh to still its shake.

I threw my head far back into the pillows, and let my eyes close slowly as Kurt sunk back down on me…. Oh god….

“It’s been too long. We should make a promise. When the babies are born, we’ll have sex at least once a week.” I moaned out in between breaths.

I could feel Kurt nodding, though maybe he was just bobbing up and down on my head in concentration……

Who cares? As long as he doesn’t stop…

“We can’t deny each other. We need this. When they come, we can’t neglect our needs….” I mumbled.

And Kurt released me….

Why’d he stop?

Kurt emerged from beneath the covers and scooted up beside me.

“Blaine. Stop. Thinking. Just be here with me. You’re supposed to be a moaning mess. Focus on my mouth on you, and stop. Talking. Let me suck you.”

I took a deep breath. He’s right. My damn brain just won’t shut off! My thoughts are just racing a mile a minute. I nodded though, and kissed Kurt’s lips.

“I love you, you know.”

Kurt went back to his former position and sunk his head back on me……

And I finally relaxed….

Just in time for,

It doesn’t matter if you love him, or capital H-

“He-hello?”

Why the hell did I answer my phone?

“Son. How are things going? I haven’t heard from you in a while. Your mother and I were thinking about you.”

Oh god… my dad has the absolute WORST timing in the world.

“I- I- I’m fine. Things are fine…. I’m just… r- re- Really busy dad…. Can i- Can I call you ba- BACK!” I shouted the last word, as Kurt had begun to graze his teeth over that vein right along the underside of my cock…….

God this man will be the death of me…..

“Kurt… Stop baby…… P-    hold on…..” I said, covering the mic on my phone.

Kurt didn’t move an inch……

Actually, strike that. He in fact continued to move. In the most evil, and teasing sexy manner possible, he continued to move.….

“Are you with Savannah right now son? You know she’s due soon! And you need to stay by her side.” My dad said lecturing.

“Oh god…..” I moaned again, as Kurt tickled my balls slowly, still licking me continuously.

Savannah who?

I must not have answered my dad. “Blaine?! I asked you a question son! I didn’t call your boss to make him stop calling you in to work for nothing!”

My eyes were rolling into my brain. Nothing mattered for anything at all right now. Nothing except the angel I’m attached too for the rest of the night.

“Think of your responsibilities son. Are you even listening to me?”

What? What is a responsibility? My only responsibility right now, is Kurt’s mouth….

“Hey, dad, I-.. I’m sorry, I have to go…. B-Bye.” I said, ending the call. And I was not sorry.

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“God yes! Harder Kurt… Please….. Deeper!” I nearly screamed.

There was nothing better than having your own condo.

Nothing in the world!

Kurt’s long fingers on one hand, caressed my neck gently, holding me firmly, while the other rested in my hair, pulling it roughly, as he angled my head back.

“Harder Blaine?… Like this?” He panted as he thrusted me deeper than a moment ago.

“Oh fuck!” I cried, feeling his long cock push beautifully against my prostate, for a short second.

“Kurt please, again!” I begged.

But he actually slowed down, and stilled himself in me. Only his head rested in my ass. It felt amazing….. He led his perfect and pink lips to place kisses down my neck, along my torso, and repeatedly around both of my nipples, teasing with his tongue.

It felt amazing, but I need his cock further in me…

Closer…. I need to be closer…..

I arched my back to push Kurt’s length deeper inside me…. I need his cock against my prostate again.

I need it.

But as I pushed him deeper, he pulled himself back out until just the head rested barely inside me again. His mouth just continued traveling slowly down my body. Little pink splotches were left in every spot that Kurt’s mouth left; down my neck and chest, my stomach, right down to my hips. I was utterly blissed out under his skillful mouth.

Unexpectedly, he pumped into me again, just one hard thrust, successfully hitting my prostate again, and sending me to ecstasy.

“Aaaah!” I moaned out for him. “Kurt!”

My breaths surely heavy, and rapid, I started to rock my hips up to him, begging him to keep pumping me. He grinned a lusty, and I’m thinking evil smile as he pushed himself slowly into me, meeting my three rocks up to him, with only one slow thrust down on me…..

Why is he tormenting me?........

“You like it like this Blaine? You like me inside of you slow and hard?”

Yes! Oh my god yes! It’s so sensual, and perfect, and erotic! I just………. I need more…. I need him to thrust me fast. Fast and heavy, and forever…..

“Yes. But please, more…. Faster Kurt. Baby please? I need you… I need your cock! Please fuck me…”

Kurt dipped to meet my lips and kiss me, his whole body pressing closer to mine. We molded together as we connected, his cock buried as deep as it could go inside of me, and his chest flush against my chest. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues danced, and his cock pulsed against the bundle of nerves deep within my ass. My hands could not stop grabbing at his bare back, rubbing, scratching, and squeezing every muscle, every piece of him I could get my hands on.

He kissed me so passionately, biting my bottom lip, caressing my face, and tongue meshed with mine. I would pull my lips away from his to nip at his neck until he would pull my mouth back to his, our heated mouths staying adjoin.

Kurt sucked off of my lips and looked down at his own hips still pushing slowly against mine. “Blaine…. I’m close….. Can I come inside?”

I nodded brokenly as his hips stuttered, letting his release rack through him. I could feel his heat intrude my ass, wet and perfect, as he pulled out of me, leaving me empty, yet filled with his seed.

“You’re amazing….”  I said, as I missed being connected to him already.

It really had been too long……

Kurt slowly moved from above me to lay beside me, kissing my face all the way to my right ear.

“Blaine, you didn’t come…?”

I looked down at myself, still very much hard….

Hmm….  Wow, I didn’t.

“I guess I’m not finished yet….” I told him, a sweet smile on my lips. Kurt nibbled on his own, grabbing my hand and leading it to his spent cock.

Round 2.

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Now it was my turn to tease, and take care of Kurt. He has been just as stressed as I have, but for the same, and yet some different reasons. He is always stressing about the babies. Especially lately, as they are almost here. But on top of that, Kurt is dealing with preparing for his chances of getting into N.Y.A.D.A., the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts for college. He also has glee club, and he has been carrying the weight and both himself, and me since I never make it there, and we have a solo at sectionals coming up soon. Kurt has been working a few days a week with Burt at the auto shop, and even though he was making money, he felt like he wasn’t making nearly enough. Not to mention, Finn was completely made to work with cars, in both experience, and the look. But Kurt got shunned from many of the customers for knowing that he was gay.

‘He couldn’t know anything about cars…..’

So No one went to him to get their car work done; though he more than knows what he’s doing. Growing up with Burt gave him experience with cars. But still, most customers went to Finn or Burt because everyone in Lima is prejudice and judgmental. And that left Kurt stuck doing the boring part of the job. Inventory, paperwork sorting, etc.

Kurt was more than deserving of some good, and hard love-making, Release some of the anger and frustration that he constantly reigns in, and rid his body of the stress he feels; through some rough and sexy, romantic sex.

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I absolutely love causing those heavy breaths, and low pitched moans from him while my fingers work him open. He hasn’t bottomed in a while, which makes him so perfectly tight, his walls hugging my 2 intruding fingers. I love to tease the small bundle of nerves in the depths of his ass.

And it’s even better to sink my waiting mouth over his cock and suck it gently; his hands tangling in my curls, not pulling, but massaging.

I sucked off of his cock, to love on the rest of his body. I could taste the sweet, yet also salt-sweaty taste as I kissed and licked up his waist. Right under his navel, up every muscle of his little six pack, and up to his erect nipples…. God I love how he shakes when I nibble that skin around his nipple.

“Oh Blaine… your mouth…..” Kurt moaned taking my cock in his hands as he stroked. And just his hands on it brought me close….

I can feel it as he runs his hand up and down the length of it slow enough to drag my cum out, but not rush me……

“Kurt, stop……. I haven’t been inside you yet love….”

Kurt hesitated, but slowly let go. This would be over VERY quickly, but I want to have at least a little bit of time inside of his heat.

“Are you stretched enough babe?” I asked, my hand caressing his cheek, gazing into the bluest, yet the greenest, purest eyes on earth, waiting for an answer.

He just closed his eyes and guided my cock to his entrance so I didn’t need him to say it. I pushed slowly inside, and started to rock in a quickly steady rhythm. Kurt panted with me as my thrusts became erratic, and then moaned out softly when I slowed my pace down.

“Kurt, I’m sorry…. I’m coming… I can’t last any longer…..” I moaned, holding still inside him for as long as I could. If I moved, it would be over, my cock spent.

Kurt grabbed my face in turn and leaned upward to meet my lips in a kiss. “Don’t apologize. It was perfect. Let it go Blaine.”

With his words, my hips stuttered inside him, a thrashing orgasm rocking through me as I came.

“So warm…..” Kurt mewled, as I pulled slowly out of him, and collapsed beside his body.

I pulled him to my chest, feeling like being the big spoon, and Kurt and I both reached for the covers on the bed.

No longer inside each other, the chill of the autumn weather from outside was setting in.

“I love you Blaine.”

I smiled into Kurt’s shoulder, kissing it before I replied, and said, “I love you more….”

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I shut my eyes as tight as possible. Did he seriously just turn on the light!?

“Uerreggh!” I grunted.

“Baby, get up. We have to get going. I have school, and you and Savannah have an appointment.”

I just grunted again. It is too freaking bright in here to even think about moving. This bed feels too good, my ass is too empty, and I am too tired.

No. Bed, Kurt, and sleep. Yes please.

I felt the bed bounce beneath me, and then Kurt was right in front of me. I peeked an eye open and then grabbed him to me. I snuggled him, whether he liked it or not. “Stay in bed with me please?”

Kurt wasn’t having it though. Of course not. The ever Mr. responsible.

“We need to get ready. Up.” He said again.

No. And I pulled the covers further up to my neck.

“Don’t make me do this Blaine…..” He threatened.

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Before I knew it, I was practically pulling the bed sheets off of the bed. My fingers were busy, and I was a moaning mess. God I have never ever had a morning hard on relieved like this…

It was incredible…

“Oh shit…. Kurt… I’m gonna cum…. I’m gonna cum…..” I whispered in barely a breath.

What is breath right now, with Kurt’s warm morning mouth on me?

I shot into my boyfriends perfect mouth only seconds later, and he pulled off right away and hopped off of the bed and into the bathroom.

He left me laying there limp, and lonely.

“Hey! Where’s my after sex cuddles?” I called.

“I warned you.” Was all he said, and I heard the shower start up.

I scoffed. I heard him giggle from behind the door, then sighed. I sat up in the bed.

Darn, he wasn’t kidding….

Well, I’m up now.

Kurt opened the bathroom door to peek out at me. He repeated, “I warned you.”

I got up and walked toward him, my naked body comfortable, and warmed thanks to my orgasm. “You warned me what? That my awesome boyfriend would wake me up with a mind blowing blowjob and make my body cum so hard into his perfect mouth that I was forced to get out of bed?”

Kurt just smiled. “Precisely.”

“I am not complaining.” I added with a kiss to his nose, and I proceeded to strip off my pajama’s and walk into the bathroom to join my perfect boyfriend. I hugged him close to me for a moment just getting a whiff of that Kurt scent. Except…

“Mmmm… You smell like me.” I muttered into his ear.

“I know.” he smiled. “Now stop trying to woo me. We need to both shower so that we can get going and so that the whole school doesn’t notice that I smell like you.”

We showered together to save some time. Not to mention, there can’t possibly be anything wrong with having someone to help you wash your body. Innocent intimacy is one of the best things about Kurt and I’s relationship. There are times when I just want to rip his clothes off, and we get dirty.

Like last night…… Ahhhhh.

Then there are other times when we can just wash each other’s hair, massaging, and smoothly. Quiet, and yet perfect. I really love us.

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I made it to the Lake’s at around 8 that morning, and something hit me again for the millionth time in the last 8 months or so. Most kids are getting ready for school on a Monday morning. I am getting ready to take my NOT girlfriend to her last check up for her pregnancy before our twins are due to be born.

My life is soooo not normal.

I got out of my car and Harry was getting Justin out the door. He’s homeschooled though, so they must be leaving for some online school gathering or other.

"Hey Blaine" Harry said. "Good morning"
"Hi Blaine!" Justin said as well.
“Hey Juss.” I said back. “Hi Harry.”

Thank God we’ve built a comfortable dynamic by now. Its nice being on the first name basis with the man you thought might want to kill you a few months ago.

“Is she awake?" I asked walking up the front steps. 
Harry sighed. "She's getting there. She didn't get much sleep last night. She was contracting on and off throughout.”
My stomach dropped. "Still?" I asked concerned. Harry nodded.

Now, I am amazingly happy to have gotten one more night with Kurt. Just the two of us together before we had to resume responsibility and then go off to Savannah for the next week. I’m overly glad to have had that one more night, but still, I can’t help but feel slightly guilty knowing that I probably should’ve been here. Both me and Kurt, taking turns rubbing her back or something, not getting any sleep with her. After all, we’re a team.

"She's alright Blaine. Just don't be late today. You need to be there 15 minutes before your appointment. For registration. The appointments at 9." He said patting my shoulder, and walking the distance to his car.
Before I shut the front door, he called, “Oh, and get her to eat something!!"

I nodded and made my way up the stairs quickly. I really did take too long getting up this morning.

Sorry, not sorry.

I knocked a few knocks at her door and went in. Sav was laying down so I shook her shoulder a little to try and rouse her slumber.

Her reaction to being awoken was very similar to mine. She gave me groans in frustration. 
Heh heh, now it’s my turn to be responsible. "Savannah you gotta get up and ready. Your appointment is in less than an hour.”

Savannah didn’t budge. She just whined with a yawn. “I literally just got to sleep a few minutes ago. Lemme sleep for fifteen more minutes until the next one comes and then I'll get up."

15 minutes? They’re coming every 15 minutes now?

"Promise?” I asked her.
“Mmhmm.” She mumbled.

So I left her be. Honestly, I needed a few minutes to myself anyway to let what she just said process. 15 minutes?

I went downstairs to see what I could fix her for breakfast and decided to make her some simple toast. She hated eggs. Even though the babies seem to like them, but I decided against that, and got her a cup of juice.
I made myself a slice really quick too and scarfed it down. I buttered and put hers on a plate and retreated back upstairs. It hadn’t quite been 15 minutes, but eh. I won’t wake her.

When I came into the room though, she was already up and hunched over the side of the mattress, groaning a bit. I kneeled next to her, setting her plate of toast down beside me, and put a hand on her lower back. I started to rub slowly, but firmly, and she whispered her stressed thanks. 
“You ok?” I asked.

She just shook her head with squinted eyes... She was in a lot of pain. “No, I am not okay…..It hurts….. It really hurts.” She moaned.

I’d seen movies where women were having babies and they were screaming their heads off, and cursing out the fathers for doing this to them and everything, but I honestly couldn’t see that happening here. Savannah didn’t have much of a pain tolerance, but she has been quietly vocal about her pain. I can see on her face how bad it is now, but she is still pretty quiet.

When her contraction ended, I started a timer on my phone, and then I left her bedroom so she could get cleaned up and dressed. And she had another contraction. They were 13 minutes apart. When she had shoes and a coat on, we went out to my car to go in for our appointment. Our very last appointment.

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“What is it the 10th today right?” Doctor Bailey said checking Savannah.

“Yeah.” I answered.

When she was finished, she removed her gloves and clapped once.

“So. We are 80 percent effaced. And you are dilated 4 centimeters.”

My heart may have been thumping wildly.

“How far apart are those contractions?” She asked, and right on cue, Savannah took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Blaine, what time is it?”

I looked at my phone, and it had 12 minutes on the timer.

What? It’s only been like a half an hour how are they already coming 1 minute and a half closer together in only a half an hour?

“They’re about 12 minutes apart right now.”

Dr. Bailey swung around to Savannah’s side and put the stethoscope to her belly.

“Just breathe honey.”

 When the pain subsided, Dr. Bailey stepped back.

“Well, your belly has definitely dropped. The heartbeats sound good. Now we just have to wait and see if your water breaks. Now. When your water breaks, you need to drop everything, get your hospital bag, and come in. Right away. If it doesn’t break by the time the contractions are 8 minutes apart, then start getting ready to come on in.”

With nods and understanding, Savannah got off of the hospital bed. She grabbed her coat, and looked so uncomfortable, I wanted to carry her out.

“Okay. So everything looks good so far. If you haven’t gone into labor by your due date, which is the 15th, we’ll have you come in on Saturday morning and go ahead and induce you. But for now, I will see you guys soon.”

Dr. Bailey was just writing some things down in her folder, and Savannah looked in her own little world, holding herself up against a wall just trying to stay balanced with such a big belly.

I was really nervous and concerned.

“Hey. Um. Dr. Bailey?” I asked quietly. She looked up at me with a smile.

“What’s up dad?”

I chuckled a bit. “In your opinion, just what you think. How long do you think it’ll be before the babies come?”

Dr. Bailey glanced over at Savannah and grimaced. She was panting a little, so many miles past being done with pregnancy.

“Honestly, I think you will be back by tomorrow night. Those babies are ready. I say no later than tomorrow, maybe even tonight.”

And with that, I thought I might panic completely, but I only did a little, as Sav and I headed back to her house.

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And Dr. Bailey was right.

At 3:30, Savannahs contractions had just hit 8 minutes and 42 seconds apart. But we weren’t quite there yet. Until........

“Blaine!” Savannah called frantically from upstairs. I was getting a snack for us really quick and in my two minute absence, I had freaking missed something! Damnit!

“What is it? What happened?”

“Blaine! My water just broke…….”

I looked at the bed beside her, and it was soaked.

“Oh my god….”

Yeah…. I might have completely freaked out.

I was in her room now while she was in the nursery getting the babies bags, I was getting her hospital bag. I did not even think I knew a little bit about what I was doing.

I opened the bag and looked in it, though I have no idea what I expected to find. Maybe a giant sign telling me to MOVE IT! Or a big hand extension that would slap me and shout, GET IT TOGETHER!

Janah heard me frantically breathing in here having just got home from work apparently, and I was too crazed to notice.

“How are you doing daddy?” She asked.

What is my answer to that? I have no idea how I am doing. I’m scared, I’m excited, I’m terrified, I’m nervous, I’m happy, I’m worried……

“I’m… I’m fine- I’m fine. I- Yeah. I’m fine.” I said. But am I really?

“Ha! Wow. You are scared shitless.” She said.

Is that supposed to be funny?

“Yeah…. I guess I am….. She didn’t finish packing her hospital bag, and- And I have NO IDEA what to put in here……”

Janah put a hand on my shoulder. “Okay, Blaine. You go help her to the car okay? I’ll take care of this. It’s gonna be okay.”

I breathed, and started walking out of the room to go get Savannah to the car.

“Oh, and Blaine, call Kurt. And your parent’s and everyone. Tell them it’s time.”

I calmed my nerves for a moment hearing it said out loud. This is really happening…. I’m meeting my babies soon…….…….Oh my god…. Its time….

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Kurt’s Pov

Toniiiiiiight!

We are young!!!!

So let’s set the world on fire!!!!!

We can burn brighter!

Than the suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!!!!

Carry me home tonight!

Just carry me home tonight!

Na na na na carry me home tonight!

Just carry me home tonight!

I got a text mid song as we were rehearsing in the auditorium. I kept singing, but pulled it out to read anyway.

We're on our way to the hospital..... Kurt, its time..... The babies are coming.... -Blaine

So if by the time,

the bar closes

and you feel like falling down,

I’ll carry

you home,

tonight.

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