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A baby.: Nesting


E - Words: 1,811 - Last Updated: Aug 27, 2012
Story: Complete - Chapters: 34/34 - Created: Aug 09, 2012 - Updated: Aug 27, 2012
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Author's Notes: This chapter was inspired by megsss... Thank you! :)

Blaine returned to work two weeks after the accident. His leg was fully recovered and now all he had was a broken wrist.  Being 32 weeks Kurt was starting to become irritable. He was having a horrible day. He was having Braton hicks like crazy, his back hurt, the house was a mess, his feet were swollen, and Blaine was at work. Kurt had this urge lately to clean everything. He hated being in a dirty environment. Blaine said it was cute because he was nesting, whatever that means. How would he know anyway? Kurt felt like he was trapped. Blaine said he had to rest for the baby but he couldn't help but, do something every now and again. Like vacuuming the baby's room daily. He felt it was never clean and he just had to make sure that the floors wouldn't be dusty when the baby arrived; no, it had to be absolutely spotless for his little angel. But he made sure to vacuum quickly and he was only on his feet for about five minutes...and Blaine didn't need to know that, right? Just a couple of minutes on his feet wouldn't hurt, and besides, the doctor had said it would be good to walk around.

But Kurt knew that he needed to resist his urges to continue on and clean every surface of the apartment. Despite the fact that the shelves were dusty, the kitchen floor needed a good mopping, and the living room windows were absolutely disgusting, he limited himself to just vacuuming the baby's room because it would take him ages to clean the entire house. And he definitely couldn't be on his feet which were swelling by the second. "We'll just have to tell Papa what needs a good cleaning, won't we, baby girl?" Kurt whispered as he laid on the couch, wrinkling his nose when he realized that their entertainment center for the television needed to be cleaned as well. It was looking dusty and dirty and it just had to be dealt with before the baby came... Sighing, he shook his head and continued to talk to the baby, figuring he might as well since he didn't really have anyone else to talk to. "And then Papa needs to put the curtains up in your room. Mhmm. Daddy would do it himself, but he's not supposed to be on his feet for too long, and Papa would throw a fit if he was.." He said, referring to Blaine as 'Papa' and himself as 'Daddy.' The two had recently agreed that's what they should be called, and ever since Kurt had been saying it to the baby. "But the curtains will look good no matter who hangs them, I promise." With that he gave his stomach a gentle pat and grabbed the remote, reminding himself once again not to get up and start cleaning. The urges were so irritating but he had to just ignore them and hope that maybe, just maybe they would be gone in a couple of days.

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It turned out that they didn't go away. If anything, Kurt's extreme nesting urges only became worse until it got to the point that he was so stressed about it that he was crying. It was just... the house needed to be cleaned! The floors needed swept! The shelves dusted! The bathroom scrubbed! And it needed to happen soon, before the baby arrived, because he was not going to bring his daughter home to a filthy house; nope, that simply would not do. Everything had to be perfect when she arrived. Because she would be perfect and deserved the very best surroundings.

"Th-This stupid house is j-just a m-m-mess!" Kurt wailed one day to no one in particular, trying to take deep breaths and calm down before he got too upset. That wouldn't be good.

It was just that he wanted to clean so badly and he wanted to do something that would take his mind off of everything. but he knew that he couldn't. He had to sit on the stupid couch and watch stupid reruns of stupid shows that he didn't even like while he waited for stupid Blaine to come home and make some stupid dinner all while he was being so completely and totally useless... UGH. Kurt hated it. He truly, truly hate it.

"I think you're trying to make Daddy suffer, aren't you? Is that what you're trying to do?" He sighed to his belly, gently rubbing a spot where the baby delivered a hard kick. "I'll take that as a yes." With another sigh he shifted on the couch and pulled a blanket around himself, figuring that maybe he could sleep. It always made time go quicker and Blaine was usually home by the time he woke up...

When Kurt opened his eyes again he was greeted by the smell of something in the kitchen and the sound of Blaine singing something- ah, it was Teenage dream- before he slowly sat up. Excited that his husband was finally home and could keep him company now, Kurt slowly got up from the couch and waddled his way into the kitchen, where he quietly walked up behind a singing Blaine. "Hey, handsome." He said softly when he wrapped his arms around him from behind. It was a bit difficult to do because of his belly, but he rather liked holding Blaine  like this.

"Oh My god!" Blaine suddenly exclaimed and dropped the spoon his was holding, clearly startled by his husband. "Kurt, You about made me wet myself; I didn't even hear you walk over and... wait, you shouldn't be up!" He removed himself from Kurt's embrace and turned to face him with a small frown. "You should be resting, honey, not getting up and walking into the kitchen because-"

"I just wanted to see you." Kurt said softly, trying to tell himself to not get mad at Blaine's words. He knew that he was just worrying and that he meant well, even if it was really  irritating to get chastised every time he moved; however, it was just so annoying!

 

"Well you could have just yelled for me instead of getting up. I would have come in there and-"

"Maybe I wanted to do something for myself for once. Maybe I wanted to greet my husband instead of sitting on the couch, wishing I could just get up and surprise him with a welcome home kiss like I do every other freaking day." Kurt muttered, staring at a cabinet past Blaine's head as he spoke. "But whatever, that's fine. I'll just go sit down where I have been all damn day and just go talk to myself if I'm just going to get fussed at. You just keep doing what you're doing." With a huff he turned on his heel and headed back into the living room, cursing when he realized there were tears in his eyes. Damn hormones. He was getting so, so sick of them and he felt upset over every little thing.

Blaine stared after Kurt with his mouth hanging open, not really knowing what to say to that. He just didn't want Kurt to be on his feet too much with baby, and he wanted him to comfertable. Sighing, he turned back to the stove and stirred the soup he was making, deciding to just let Kurt go calm down on his own. With the way his mood swings had been lately, Blaine wasn't sure if he wanted to try and talk to him at the moment. It could end badly.

So it wasn't until the soup was ready that he entered the living room with two bowls, hoping that his husband still wasn't upset with him. Because that would not be good. "Hey." He said softly as he placed one of the bowls on the coffee table in front of Kurt.

Kurt glanced towards Blaine and mumbled something incoherent before leaning forward to take the bowl. He then settled again and rested the bowl on his rounded stomach, finding that it was the perfect place for it.

"So. What did you do today?" Blaine finally ventured when he couldn't stand the silence between them anymore.

At first he only got a shrug but after a lonely Kurt finally spoke. "I sat here." He said flatly. "And I thought about all the things I could be doing but can't. Because I have to sit here. All day."

"Oh." Blaine whispered, feeling stupid for asking. Of course Kurt had just sat there; that was all he could do. "Well was there anything good on tv? I heard there was a marathon on the style channel about-"

"No. All reruns that I've seen." Kurt said flatly, stirring his soup around a bit without really eating it.

The sight made Blaine frown and he didn't really know how he was supposed to respond. So he just silently ate his soup, wishing he could to something to make his husband feel better. He hated seeing him so down and pent up with frustration that he couldn't really get out.

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It wasn't any better the next day. Or the day after that, either. Or the one after that. Being so pregnant you couldn't do practically anything. He was definitely driving Blaine that way with the sad, depressive state that he was in, and he knew that he needed to do something.

"Honey can I talk to you?" Blaine asked sitting next to him.

"Hum?" Kurt hummed frowning at the tv.

"I know this sucks, honey...well I actually I don't because I've never been pregnant But, I get off work in a week then I'll be here to detract you. Your so selfless for doing this baby." Blaine said rubbing a hand up and down Kurt's arm. "And I'm so proud of you, honey. I really am. I could NEVER do this. In just 8 weeks we'll have a little baby. Can you believe that?!"

Kurt looked over at him now smiling.

"This is it! We're in the homestretch here." Blaine said rubbing his belly.

Kurt looked up with tears in his eyes. "I'm so sorry that I've been a miserable bitch to you lately."

"No, no honey. I understand." Blaine hugged his husband rubbing his back. "Ok?"

Kurt pulled apart and whipped his eyes as he nodded. "Yeah."

"Ok good because we are going to watch a little movie called The Notebook."

"Yes!" Kurt said clapping his hands.

End Notes: Tbc...still open for suggestions? :) btw thank you for all the reviews guys!

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Oh! That was quick! :) Thanks.

POOR KURT BLAINE NEEDS TO RELIZE THAT HE NEEDS TO CLEAN

Oh Kurt don't be upset its not good :-) and Blaine really sweet of u:-)