When they got the news they were thrilled. They had been trying for months, almost on the edge of panic in the end. What good was it that science had finally found a way for gay couples to get pregnant themselves if they, somehow, didn't know how to actually do the deed?

However, it happened. They had both been mellow and moody for days. They had started discussing adoption and surrogates instead. They were heartbroken, crying into each other's arms while cursing the universe for treating them that way.

It was fall and vira were everywhere, so when both of them started out with a fever and sniffing noses it wasn't exactly a surprise. It was only another case of the universe having seen them as its favorite target. Their doctor ordered them to oceans of soup and staying in bed, so that's what they did.

It was when Kurt got better and Blaine got worse they started wondering. Kurt was scared that it was really serious. That yet again they were about to be kicked down. Blaine on the other hand kept telling him to relax, because of course it wasn't anything terrible.

After a week Kurt finally convinced him to see a doctor. To their luck.

Blaine was pregnant. They were finally going to have a baby. Not an adopted baby, not via a surrogate – no, a baby with their genes and traits mixed together into one beautiful little real person. A person they had made with their love for each other.

This was how Blaine had ended up on the couch, six months pregnant and absolutely no energy whatsoever for anything that could be considered active. He felt fat and bored, missing stuff like boxing and high power dance routines.

"Are you still sore, honey?" Kurt asked when he entered the living room.

Blaine was sitting on the couch, watching some criminal show without paying too much attention. All day he had been complaining about how sore his muscles were. He had been sleeping bad lately, but fortunatetly he had gotten easy around the morning sickness.

"Yeah. And I'm so bored. I'm so sick of sitting still all day," Blaine grunted and tapped the remote against his temple.

Kurt took it out of his hand and put it to the table before sitting down next to him. He ran a hand down Blaine's thigh and tilted his head.

"I know, but it's only three months left," Kurt cooed, trying to calm his husband best possible.

"And then you'll take care of everything while I sleep, go dancing and to the gym? You'll just keep the ship tight at home?" Blaine asked with a raised eyebrow and a teasing spark in his eye.

Kurt pursed his lips in amusement, but rolled his eyes.

"That wasn't exactly the deal, no. But how about I take you to bed with a movie and ice cream? Instead of you exposing our little prince to horror and whatnot," Kurt suggested, wincing at the way the coroner was cutting open a skull with a mechanical saw.

"Please. I don't even know why I'm watching this," Blaine groaned and fumbled for the remote in front of him.

With a slight chuckle Kurt stood up and helped Blaine to his feet as well. He leaned closer to press a kiss to Blaine's cheek and turned off the TV. Then he led Blaine up the stairs, Blaine annoyed about how much of a hassle he was having from just going up the small flight of stairs to the second floor of their house.

When they entered the bedroom Blaine was just about to lie down when Kurt stopped him. He sat on his knees and pulled up Blaine's shirt to reveal his almost full-blown belly. Softly Kurt started brushing a hand over Blaine's sensitive skin, making goosebumps rise all over Blaine's body.

"You'll be here soon, right? So papa won't have anymore reason to complain," Kurt cooed, his lips grazing over Blaine's bellybutton.

With a little startle Blaine had to put his hand to his belly right next to Kurt's face, feeling the baby move around, like it was dancing with joy from the sound of Kurt's voice.

"You're gonna be so beautiful with your papa's dark eyes and dark hair. And my mom's smile. I am sure you will," Kurt smiled, pressing a kiss to the flesh where the baby was moving.

The way Kurt's breath was ghosting over his skin was hypnotizing. Blaine ran a hand down the back of Kurt's head, allowing his fingers into his husband's hair. With the touch Kurt looked up at Blaine and shot him a smile. He pressed another kiss to the bump and put Blaine's shirt back in place before standing up.

"Sit down, baby. I'm gonna take care of you," Kurt said softly and pressed a kiss to Blaine's mouth, before he left the room.

Blaine situated himself properly on the bed, stripping himself down to his underwear because damn was he hot. He crawled under the comforter and groaned by how helpless he felt.

"Here, honey. All just for you. And I remembered the little sprinkles you like so much," Kurt smiled when he re-appeared, holding a bowl of Blaine's favorite ice cream. He handed it over and stripped himself before joining Blaine on the bed.

Instead of turning on the TV and put on a movie Kurt sat down, leaning against the headboard and watch Blaine as he dug into his ice cream. He didn't say a thing, simply stuck to smiling softly and following Blaine with his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Blaine asked, and licked the spoon.

"The two most important people in my life," Kurt responded.

"Don't look at me like I'm something to eat. I look like a whale," Blaine grumped sadly, feeling ridiculously exposed and unattractive.

"Blaine... stop. I think you're beautiful. And I actually think you're pretty sexy," Kurt said, his cheeks growing fuschia, the sure tell that Kurt really meant what he was saying.

"You're just saying that," Blaine groaned anyway, not getting how Kurt could even look at him like that.

With a deep sigh Kurt sat on his knees. He pushed the comforter down from Blaine's belly, exposing it to the room. Blaine winced, but didn't object when Kurt straddled his thighs.

"You need to stop that. Even when I first met you I saw that you were the most beautiful boy in the world. Now you have grown to be the most beautiful man in the world. And the fact that you are carrying my baby, our baby, is the best thing I could have ever asked for. That you would do this for me is the most amazing and sexy thing to have ever happened in history," Kurt said, his hands cupping the bump in front of him.

Blaine rolled his eyes, amused with how much Kurt wanted to convince him that he was wrong and Kurt was right. He still felt disgusting, but that Kurt didn't made his insides warm.

Without warning Kurt snatched the bowl out of Blaine's hand. With a smile he shoveled some of the melted ice cream onto the spoon and let it trace across the curve of Blaine's belly, streaks of creamy brown running down Blaine's pale skin.

With a spark in his eyes Kurt leaned down and licked up a line of ice cream that had run down Blaine's stomach. He continued over, cleaning the skin off with his tongue. Blaine couldn't help letting his hand cradle the back of Kurt's head, looking down as he savored the taste of Blaine's bulbing stomach.

"When you said that you wanted to do this I thought you were so strong. And to me that is the sexiest of all," Kurt said, looking up at Blaine from under long eyelashes.

He continued his quest. Allowed his lips and tongue to slide around the hot skin. To Blaine's surprise the feeling made his skin tingle, his blood pulse faster. The way Kurt's tongue was soft and caressing, his lips sweet and sucking, turned Blaine's nipples hard and his fingers grasp tighter around Kurt's hair.

"Kurt... please," he heard himself huff out. Not sure what he was pleading for.

"Did you really think that you doing this for me, forus, for our family, would make me want you less?" Kurt asked, kissing his way up Blaine's stomach, allowing his right hand to continue caressing the skin while he moved to sit next to Blaine so he could press their mouths together.

Something happened inside Blaine, heat crawling up under his skin, and his hips were twitching to move. He was desperate to get Kurt to touch him more, needing the caresses and touches.

It was inevitable when Kurt was touching him like this, but Blaine hadn't been expecting to feel horny any time soon. Yet, now that Kurt was sliding his hands gently around him, careful touches of fingertips with electricity shooting through Blaine's skin and into his nervous system.

Slowly his boxers started feeling too tight and his head was feeling light. The angle was terrible so he slipped a little further down the mattress, allowing more room for his cock to grow in his shorts. He sucked Kurt's tongue into his mouth and grabbed his face forcefully.

With a little moan Kurt was pressing his pelvis against Blaine's thigh, making Blaine feel exactly how sexy Kurt thought he was. He pressed his thigh back against Kurt's erection, allowing Kurt to grind against the muscle for friction.

"Believe me now?" Kurt asked under his breath, his lips wet and sweet from kisses. His hand was caressing the underside of Blaine's belly, the side of his hand repeatedly brushing over Blaine's cock.

"Can we just... clothes off... now?" Blaine groaned, his hands feeling horribly limited for not being able to reach Kurt to touch him properly.

With a grin Kurt sucked on Blaine's lower lip before moving down the bed. He grabbed around the elastic band of Blaine's boxers and carefully pulled the fabric off before working his own off. With the items falling to the floor Kurt licked a stripe up the underside of Blaine's cock and sucked the head into his mouth, surprising Blaine to puff out a mouthful of air from the sudden action.

"Oh god... Kurt... please," Blaine mewled, cursing away that he couldn't reach Kurt's hair from this position.

"Shhh, I'll make this really good for you," Kurt cooed as he let his lips slowly slide of the bulb, his tongue taking a lazy trip around the head.

He sat up and rushed the drawer in the nightstand open. He rummaged around and quickly found the little bottle. Blaine situated himself on the side, pulling his legs under him to make easier access for Kurt.

A soft hand ran up Blaine's thigh, making Blaine shiver and the need growing harder in his groin and fingers. To his satisfaction Kurt let his fingers up his crack, lightly tapping over his hole, while kissing down Blaine's shoulder.

"No teasing, Kurt, god..." Blaine grunted, feeling his hole flutter in need and excitement.

He turned his head to look at Kurt over his shoulder, but was met by Kurt's mouth immediately on his own. Kurt's tongue found its way directly into his mouth, in perfect unison with his index finger finding its way into Blaine's entrance, directly to make Blaine express a whimper.

Kurt's cock was nudging against the back of Blaine's thigh, pre-come smearing over the flesh and his hips obivously struggling to not just fuck against Blaine's backside. It was a battle for Blaine to not turn around and allow himself into Kurt's arms, but he managed to keep himself in control.

"God, you feel so good for my fingers, baby," Kurt cooed as he entered a second finger.

He started kissing mindlessly around Blaine's shoulder and neck, down his arm. Blaine couldn't do anything but let his face mush into the pillow, panting and groaning as he felt Kurt work him open. Fingers running in circles, scissoring and crooking against his inner walls. Soft, but determined, the way Kurt was an expert at, knowing exactly how to make Blaine's sac cry with need.

"Kurt... more. More," Blaine moaned as Kurt pushed a third finger inside.

Blaine ran his hand down his stomach, afraid to press it too hard into the bed, but having more and more difficulty controlling himself from the things Kurt's fingers were doing to him. He could feel Kurt's cock hard and leaking, making his mouth water from the need to feel and taste it, to be allowed to take control.

"Can't wait to feel you around me," Kurt groaned, sucking Blaine's earlobe into his mouth, biting down before letting go and pressing a kiss to it.

"Yes. Please. I need it," Blaine whined, his nipples brushing over the mattress. He could feel pre-come from his own cock stenching the sheet as he was pressing his pelvis down for friction, but to no luck.

Kurt twisted his hand and grazed his fingers against Blaine's inner walls, right where he went crazy and stars formed on the inside of his eyelids. He bit down on the pillow under his face, his nose crooking with the force of which he was trying to nuzzle his face down in the soft, the scent of raspberry shampoo mixed with Kurt's favorite fabric softener filling his nostrils and brain as he felt Kurt's thumb brushing over his ass-cheek while pushing his fingers as deep as he could before slowly dragging out.

He slid his fingers up the back of Blaine's thigh, letting his flat palm run up the muscle to press lightly on Blaine's hipbone before running his hand down his belly, his thumb running caressing over the spot he knew the baby loved to kick.

"Ride me. I wanna be able to see you when I make you feel how much I want you," Kurt whispered directly into Blaine's ear, filling his brain with mush and his cock with longing.

"God. Yes," he grunted, letting his fingers slot in between Kurt's to squeeze onto his stomach. Blaine carefully turned around, fumbling a little, but was met to a kiss from his husband.

With a little help Blaine had himself on Kurt's thighs. He grabbed the lube from the bed next to them and, with trembling hands, had a good amount squirted out to warm between his palms. His brain was twisting and turning when he finally felt Kurt's cock in his hands, big and pulsing from the promise of action right around the corner.

When Blaine closed his hand around his dick, Kurt's bucked his head back in the pillow and growled. His nails dug into Blaine's knee while his other hand clenched down around the comforter that had been pushed to the side.

Carefully Blaine let his one hand squeeze around Kurt's sac, coaxing a moan from Kurt. He let the circle of his hand run up his shaft to squeeze at the frenulum one last time before sliding his hand off.

Kurt had closed eyes and was panting under him. His face was flushed all the way down his neck and his nipples were perky and rosy, so Blaine couldn't help himself from pinching a thumb and index finger around one of the nubs, making Kurt's hips buck upwards so his cock slipped against Blaine's.

With pounding heart and cheeks flexing to have his hole filled Blaine moved up Kurt's body. He reached behind himself and grabbed around the middle of Kurt's shaft. With shaking thighs he let himself slide down, feeling how the head was sucked in and how it brushed against everything on its way into Blaine's body.

"Oh... fuck!" Blaine grumbled under his breath when he was finally sitting down, thighs back on Kurt's hips and his ass feeling so damn full. He flexed his muscles a little, a sigh falling from his lips by the feeling of how Kurt was filling him up.

"That's so good, baby. You look so good, Blaine. Feels so good," Kurt rambled, letting his hands slide up Blaine's thighs, continuing to his stomach.

"Come on, honey. Work yourself on my dick," Kurt encouraged him, eyes locked on Blaine's and his thumbs caressing the baby-bump.

Blaine supported his hands lightly on Kurt's chest and slowly lifted himself up. The feeling of his hole slipping off Kurt's erection, the texture of his cock rubbing around his inner walls, made Blaine's throat clog up with a groan getting caught as he bit his lower lip.

Kurt was watching him intensely, his hands rubbing soothing circles around Blaine's belly, doing his best to support Blaine as he moved. The way Kurt was caressing his skin, branding his love into the flesh through his fingers, was intimate and mesmerizing.

Little by little Blaine found the guts to move faster. He carefully bounced on Kurt's cock, loving the feeling of his body swallowing Kurt to the hilt. The movements shot stars through his veins, filling his body with pleasure and his eyes rolling in their sockets.

"Kurt... Kurt, yes," he groaned, allowing his hands to slide up his body. His fingers entwined with Kurt's on his belly, squeezing with him.

Gently Kurt started bucking his hips upwards, fucking himself into Blaine's hole. The friction made his head hit perfectly right and Blaine resigned to rolling his hips steadily. With every movement, every time Kurt's dick hit his prostate right Blaine's hole clenched up around his shaft, making both of them express a moan.

"So gorgeous, Blaine," Kurt grunted, his voice rasp and breathy. His blue eyes were roaming over Blaine's exposed body, his entirety on perfect display for Kurt to see the way his cock was bopping with his rolling hips and the way their hands were locked together in caressing his belly.

"Soon, Kurt... soon," Blaine moaned, his head falling forwards as he let his hand lock around his shaft, pumping leisurely.

"'s okay. You come over that big belly, honey," Kurt panted, working his hips harder against Blaine's ass.

It only lasted a few minutes before Blaine felt his balls curl up. The rolling of his hips turned unsteady and his head fell forwards, his chin resting on his chest. His biceps were almost cramping as he started shooting white hot out to spread over both his and Kurt's belly.

"Holy... fuck. Kurt!" Blaine nearly screamed as he released everywhere, furiously forcing his hand to keep on moving.

"God, Blaine. So... fucking... so good," Kurt groaned as he watched Blaine release.

He followed quickly himself. His hips stuttered and his nails dug into the firm flesh of Blaine's stomach. His head was boring back into the pillow as he squeezed his eyes shot and with a cry from Kurt's mouth Blaine could feel himself be painted from the inside, his hole clenching up to keep it inside.

"Oh... oh god..." Blaine rasped out, his lungs sore from heaving for air and his head throbbing.

"I know... I..." Kurt started saying, but when he stopped himself Blaine looked down.

Kurt was sliding his hand up Blaine's belly, collecting as much of his semen as he possibly could. With blue eyes piercing into Blaine's Kurt led his hand down to slide his tongue up his palm, licking his hand clean from Blaine's come.

"Kurt..." Blaine puffed out, lowly, almost whispering.

With a smile Kurt was back to being soft and gentle, tenderly running his hand down Blaine's thigh. He carefully reached to the nightstand for the box of kleenex and started cleaning both of them off. Blaine was grateful; all energy had been shot out of him, literally.

"Get off so you can come cuddle with me," Kurt crooned, caressing all the way around Blaine's body where he could reach, after he had let the tissues crumple up to a pile on the nightstand.

"Does that mean we don't have to shower now?" Blaine asked suspisciously. He was way too exhausted to do anything, but Kurt always made him shower after sex to not soil the sheets. However, that was a bit too late right now.

"I'll change the sheets tomorrow. I just wanna cuddle you," Kurt sighed.

With a smile Blaine carefully lifted himself off Kurt's softening cock. Kurt managed to save as much as possible, cleaning Blaine and himself off before getting too much stenched.

The curled up together, Kurt resting his head on Blaine's shoulder to fold his arm best possible around Blaine's stomach with a palm gently caressing it.

"Oh... he kicked," Kurt beamed through the dark, the smile in his voice almost lighting up the room.

"Mhm, he loves you," Blaine mumbled dozily.

"I love him, too. I love you," Kurt smiled happily.