Blaine slammed his car door shut and walked up the front path towards his home. Having finished college and fallen into their dream jobs, both Kurt and Blaine earned enough money for a bigger home that was just out of the city. At the age of 25, Blaine finally broke into the music industry. He had studied music at college and after writing a few songs and making a demo tape, he had been offered a contract, which – naturally – he'd accepted and his songs hit the radio not long after.

Blaine reached the front door, slipping his key out of his pocket and pushing it into the lock. He slipped and shut the door behind him. He hung up his coat and discarded his shoes, padding into the living room. "Kurt?" Blaine called as he went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. He beamed as he saw fresh homemade biscuits sitting on a wire rack cooling.

He picked one up and bit into it eagerly, moaning slightly as his taste buds were assaulted with the most incredible flavour. Kurt's culinary skills never ceased to amaze Blaine, who was banned from cooking of any kind. He wasn't even allowed to make toast, as per Kurt's instructions.

"What if they weren't for you?" Kurt's breathy voice suddenly filled his ear and Blaine jumped, spinning around, his back hitting the counter as he leant against it, breathing heavily.

"Geez Kurt," Blaine spluttered. "Don't do that."

Kurt grinned impishly at Blaine and nipped at the biscuit in Blaine's left hand. Blaine pulled it out of Kurt's reach and leant in to kiss him instead.

"Mmm," Kurt hummed, returning the kiss with fever. The two of them hadn't changed much, just grown older. Kurt had broken into the fashion industry, earning an internship at a major design studio while still in college – becoming legendary amongst his fellow fashion students – and was working on his own designs that were set to hit the stores soon. "Good day?" Kurt asked, pulling back slightly but still leaning on Blaine.

"Good. Finished recording the new album," Blaine grinned, "should be hitting the charts soon."

"I'm so proud of you babe," Kurt smiled, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck. "You've worked really hard."

"Thank you Kurt," Blaine beamed, looping his own arms around his husband's waist. "But I couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course you could have," Kurt admonished, blushing. "You didn't need me."

"You're my muse Kurt," Blaine insisted, tugging him closer, "we support each other."

Kurt grinned and leant in to kiss him again. Blaine hummed happily and deepened the kiss. They pulled back slowly and smiled at each other. Seven years later and they were even more in love with each other than they had been in high school – though nothing had changed, they'd learnt new ways to love each other and their relationship had never been stronger.

"How has your day been?" Blaine asked, skimming a hand down the length of Kurt's back.

"Good," Kurt smiled. "I've just been working on a few designs and made some mock ups."

"Can I see?" Blaine's eyes were shining with excitement.

"Once they're done, of course," Kurt teased and Blaine pouted. "Oh no, not that look. Not this time."

Blaine could get away with practically anything when he gave Kurt that puppy dog look and he knew it, often using the privilege to his advantage. Blaine had let his hair grow a little, often leaving it curly and un-gelled because Kurt liked it so much. The public also seemed to like his look, according to all his fan mail and blogs that were out there.

Kurt had designed jeans, a shirt and a jacket for Blaine to wear at the biggest gig of his life – opening one of Katy Perry's concerts. Blaine had been nervous and excited for months when he found out. He proudly wore Kurt's clothes and Katy had commented on them, giving Kurt her praise. That was the moment they knew that they were both onto something big.

"Come on Kurt," Blaine whined playfully.

"No," Kurt said, trying to wriggle out of Blaine's grasp.

Blaine chuckled and just tugged Kurt closer. "Ok, ok," Blaine surrendered and Kurt winked at him.

"You'll find out soon enough," Kurt smiled alluringly and reached around Blaine to grab a biscuit for himself. Kurt danced away and Blaine followed him through the house. It was a three bedroom house that also had a large bathroom, kitchen and living room with a small back yard. It was perfect for them and they were incredibly happy there.

Kurt led Blaine to the couch and sat down. Blaine sat beside him and Kurt immediately cuddled up to him. "So I was thinking," Kurt started, toying with the collar of Blaine's shirt. "Do you think it's a bit quiet around here?"

"Quiet? Well, it's not as busy as the city," Blaine admitted. "Do you missing living in city?"

"No, I love it here, the house is perfect," Kurt assured Blaine, kissing the sensitive spot on Blaine's neck gently. "I don't want to move."

"Oh," Blaine said, confused, "you like the quiet?"

"I do, but I was thinking that maybe it could be a little louder," Kurt was biting his lip and Blaine had to fight to focus on Kurt's words rather than the incredibly sexy action.

"You want a new stereo?" Blaine asked, taking a stab in the dark.

"No Blaine," Kurt chuckled, cuddling up closer to him. "I was thinking something a little more alive."

"You want a pet dog?" Blaine asked excitedly.

"I was thinking a child," Kurt admitted quietly and he felt Blaine freeze against him. Kurt swallowed and waited for a reaction but there was none. "Blaine?" Kurt pulled away and looked at Blaine. His mouth had dropped open and he was looking at Kurt with wide eyes. "Are you breathing?"

"I'm breathing," Blaine assured him, voice higher than normal.

"You know, we can get a dog. We'll get a dog – I just thought – I mean, we're older – but we don't have to –," Kurt rambled, jumping off the couch and practically sprinting towards the kitchen.

Blaine jumped up after him and caught him by the wrist, spinning him around and holding him tightly by the arm. "You want to have a kid?" Blaine asked, voice almost pleading.

Kurt nodded, dropping his eyes to the floor. "I know we talked about it when we were first engaged and you mentioned it on our third anniversary but we didn't have the money or time. I just thought – now that we have those things, we could extend our family."

Kurt had barely finished speaking before Blaine was backing him up against the wall and kissing him deeply. Kurt half gasped, half moaned as Blaine pressed himself so close that Kurt could feel the outlines of his muscles through his thin t-shirt. Kurt clutched at him, returning the kiss with levels of passion he didn't know he possessed.

"Yes, god yes," Blaine panted, nipping at Kurt's lower lip. "Yes, I want a child."

"Really?' Kurt gasped, eyes sparkling.

"Of course I want a family with you, Kurt," Blaine's breath ghosted across his lips and sent a shiver down Kurt's spine. "I want everything with you."

Kurt surged forward and caught Blaine's lips again. Blaine cupped Kurt's cheeks and showered his husbands face with kisses. Kurt giggled and he couldn't stop the huge smile coming across his face. He pushed Blaine back and grabbed his hands, linking their fingers and tugging him towards the bedroom.

Kurt placed kisses along Blaine heaving chest, his own breathing uneven as he gradually dropped down from his high. Kurt worked his way up Blaine's body until he was sprawled across him, tucking himself into his husband's side.

"God I love you," Blaine panted, trailing his fingers up Kurt's back.

"I love you too," Kurt chuckled, rolling on his side and placing a hand on Blaine's stomach.

"I want this, Kurt," Blaine murmured, running his fingers through Kurt's ruffled hair, which Blaine had fondly dubbed his 'sex hair'. "I want this so much."

Kurt beamed at Blaine and leant up to kiss him sweetly. "Me too."

"Can we get a dog too? Every kid needs a dog growing up," Blaine grinned and Kurt giggled.

"Neither of us had a dog, Blaine," Kurt pointed out.

"And look what we missed out on," Blaine cried and Kurt laughed again, before his expression turned serious.

"I don't know, I think I got pretty lucky," Kurt mused, tracing patterns onto Blaine's olive skin with his fingertips.

Blaine grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of Kurt's head to show that he shared the sentiment. "It could be practice while we figure out our next move with regards to children."

"We might be able to," Kurt mused and Blaine grinned.

"We could get an Alaskan Malamute," he suggested, tightening his grip on his husband. "They're great with children and so adorable."

"I see you've thought about this a lot," Kurt said, raising an eyebrow. Blaine shrugged against him but grinned brightly.

"Kurt, I've always dreamt about this – of course I think about having a family a lot," Blaine murmured, his voice taking on a softer tone. "I think about it all the time."

"I'm glad," Kurt said softly, "that I'm not the only one who is thinking about it."

Blaine rolled over, pushing Kurt slightly so that he was lying on his back before leaning down to kiss him softly, running his thumb over Kurt's cheek bones. "Have you been thinking about how you want to do this?" Blaine asked, pulling away and hovering over Kurt. "Because you know, neither of us can get pregnant. Though I'm happy to have round two now and try again. Who knows, we might get lucky this time."

Kurt chuckled. "Control yourself, Blaine. But yes, I have thought about it."

"Tell me what you've been thinking," Blaine instructed softly, running his fingertips over the expanse of Kurt's body, loving how he could still make Kurt's body quiver under his touch. It wasn't dissimilar to the way Kurt made him feel.

"Well, I thought about surrogacy," Kurt admitted, tracing patterns over Blaine's chest, "but so much could go wrong and it's expensive." Blaine hummed his agreement. "So I started thinking about adoption and the more I thought about it, the more I loved the idea."

"I love the idea of adoption, too. I don't want a child that's just yours or just mine, I want one that's ours," Blaine smiled, squeezing Kurt's hip gently.

"You want to adopt?" Kurt whispered, looking up into Blaine's hazel eyes.

"Yeah, I do," Blaine nodded.

Kurt grinned, pushing Blaine onto his back and sliding himself on top of him, straddling his hips. "How is that you make me fall in love with you even more every day?" Kurt mused, gazing down at him adoringly and Blaine grinned haughtily.

"Well, it's a number things," Blaine started and Kurt smacked his chest, eliciting a chuckle from his husband. "It's probably the same way you make me fall even more in love with you every day."

Kurt leant down and kissed Blaine softly and sweetly, tangling his fingers into Blaine's curls. "We should talk more about this later," Kurt murmured against Blaine's lips, angling his hips and Blaine gasped, fighting the urge to slam his hips up to meet Kurt's.

"Oh we will," Blaine groaned, gripping Kurt's hips tightly and falling back into ecstasy.