“Blaine? Blaine you busy?”

“Yeah honey, two secs,” Blaine's muffled voice sounded loudly from down the hall, just heard over the din of the radio playing in the same room, Kurt raised his eyebrows at the sound of a dull thud, a clatter and then an unmistakable familiar string of juicy curse words, low and growl-like, he couldn't help but smirk when Blaine's head appeared around the corner a moment later.

“Everything alright?” Kurt pulled himself up onto his knees, dropping the open book in his hands to the floor among the pile of other books, hard and soft covered, and plastic wallets of leaflets and papers, and turned around fully, arms folded and leaning over the back of the couch, his smirk still firmly in place. Blaine came to stand in full view of Kurt's ever appraising eyesight, and if it wasn't a sight for very sore and tired strained eyes then god knows what was.

Blaine's hair was adorably frizzy, a mop of tangled curls all around his head from rubbing his hands through it too many times, his cheek bone had a small smudge of light coloured paint dried to the flushed skin and he had a pencil balanced between the tip of his ear and the side of his head. His grey cotton short sleeved t-shirt was dotted with different shades of neutral paint colours, patched with a little light clean sweat under each arm and over the hem where he'd obviously been lifting it up to wipe at his forehead, his tattoo on his arm even looked to be covered in some form of dust. Kurt often wondered if Blaine would come home one day in the next Six months or so down the line, with some fresh ink, ink that painted the story of how elated and lucky Blaine was feeling in that moment. Kurt secretly hoped that he would, and that he could map out the area much like he had Blaine's other tatts. Blaine had on a pair of dark loose jeans, ripped at the knees and frayed at the bottoms, faded with grubby hand prints over the thighs and backs of his legs and bare feet.

Edible, that was the only coherent thought Kurt could hold on to in that very moment, he could just down right eat Blaine right now, he looked the very epitome of ruggedly gorgeous, even with the slight sweat and grime and untidiness, Kurt could just take him and have him over and over right there on the floor of their hallway/living room.

One would simply not believe that this man had turned Thirty-Nine years of age just last month, accept for the tell tale sign of his expanding silvery curls at his temples and the light grey tips shining under the ceiling lights on the top of his head, and of course the lighter mixture of shades threading through his fuzzy jaw line. He still looked and felt phenomenal, his boyish excitement, humour and charm highlighting his personality much differently than that of any other average middle aged man Kurt had ever met before.

Whilst Kurt deliberated these thoughts and was only about two seconds away from going to find the nearest camera, Blaine leaned up against the side wall, ankles crossed and arms folded over his chest, muscles flexing and bulging under the thin fabric, with a sinfully innocent grin on his lips.

“Yeah, awesome-” Blaine's smile remained and his voice sounded every bit sincere, his fingers flexed outwards and then re-curled around the small thin hammer he held in his hand, his knuckles were a little grazed and it looked like his thumb was a bit swollen and cut slightly by the cuticle. Kurt eyed him from head to toe, resettling himself on the couch and rested his chin in his palm.

“You know you're going to have to start watching your language right-”

Blaine chuckled whilst nodding his head a little and raised his free hand, brushing his curls up and over his forehead with a light scratch and letting them flop back down, “yeah- yeah, I know-” Kurt stared at him incredulously, trying to school his features into one of stern determination but couldn't quite manage it with the way Blaine was looking back at him with his tired wrinkled eyes alight with excitement and promise.

“Blaine, I'm serious, we have to-” Blaine laughed some more and gently let the hammer drop to the fluffy carpeted hallway floor as he started to make his way over to Kurt. He rested his hands on either side of Kurt's arms on the back of the couch and leaned down and in, his face coming closer to Kurt's, there smiles almost identical.

“I know baby, I know, I'll be good promise,”

Kurt kissed his nose, “You'll be amazing, I know it,” His eyes drifted over Blaine's face, taking in the subtle bags under his eyelids, he could almost sense the aches and pains seeping from Blaine's shoulders and back from over exertion that weekend. Kurt's gaze drifted downwards still, noticing a small nick in the skin of Blaine's elbow and a yellow/purpling bruise around it.

“Are you sure you're ok?” Blaine grinned even harder and bumped his nose against Kurt's nodding jovially. He seemed genuinely ecstatic to be a little beat up and worn out, like he couldn't think of anything else in the world he'd rather be doing.

“You know we could have just got the furniture delivered right? And the guys would have just built-”

Blaine kissed him quiet, his hands coming up to rest on each side of Kurt's neck, “I want to do it, it's my job, it's our job,” Kurt felt a delicious quiver run through his skin at the serious glint in Blaine's eyes and the finalising tone of his voice, not angry, just determined and slightly possessive, Blaine really was going to be amazing at this.

They had decided that they could use one of the smaller spare rooms as the initial nursery, even though Kurt's pretty sure the new born basinet will end up in their bedroom on the first night anyway, the other spare room could be the changing and dirty laundry room and then a year or so later the current guest room would make an excellent bed/playroom. They didn't need to start knocking down walls just yet but they were happy and excited to do so if and when the time came to it, honestly they were more than happy to put in any work needed at all.  

Blaine rubbed his fingers up and down the column of Kurt's throat, rubbing the backs over the hollow and the bob of his Adam's apple, the chilling metal of his wedding ring tantalising Kurt's skin into a goose-fleshed frenzy. Kurt closed his eyes momentarily, loosing himself in the thrill of it all. He loved it all, loved every minute of everything, and how into it Blaine was, wanting to do and experience everything firsthand and for himself, and with Kurt, even booking them onto classes and logging on to blogging sites. But Kurt also didn't want his husband to burn himself out, especially with how much more busier they were now compared to a few years back, with their combined re-directed career paths, plus also pitching in still at The Stage and checking in with Vogue.com now and then.

“Just, just go easy alright, be careful, we've got time honey, plenty of it, he's not-he's not even born yet-” Blaine dropped a kiss to Kurt's forehead before resting his own against it and wrapping his arms around him, his hands rubbing up and down his back, Kurt would reprimand him for most likely leaving finger prints over his pale blue shirt, but he just couldn't bring himself to care right now.

“I know, I-I just want to be ready, completely, a-and to just enjoy him, wholly and undisrupted when he's here, and it's, it's only like two months right?” For some unfathomable reason Kurt felt hot tears prick behind eyelids, he was so undeniably happy right now that he could just actually cry, here on his couch surrounded by baby guides and instruction booklets, with his grubby, battered beautiful husband hovering over him, his body cocooned around him and his warmth seeping into his very soul and being. 

“God Kurt, I'm so fucking excited to meet him,” Kurt let out a watery giggle and sniffed.

“Blaine!”

“Freaking excited, I'm so freaking excited, I can hardly stand the wait,” Kurt sniffed once more and blinked a couple of times, his long lashes batting away the happy tears as he pulled himself together. Seeing Blaine like this was his absolute undoing, so raw and happy and so very eager to have their baby, so ready, Blaine was so completely ready for this. As was Kurt, very much so, but Blaine had waited for longer, Blaine had heart achingly reached a point in his life when he wasn't sure he was ever going to experience this, any of it, and have the chance, he exiled himself to believing that his time had passed. Yet here he was, here they both were, together, married, living out their long lost dreams with everything and more at their feet and in the palm of their hands, impossibly, whole heartedly happy.    

Blaine only held him tighter in his arms and brushed his smiling mouth atop Kurt's soft hairline, he knew, this certainly wasn't the first time that one of them had broken down into a raw emotional state of sheer joy and delight, for no reason other than just thinking about a tiny bundle blankets and pink wrinkled skin. They were pretty sure they were somehow catching the hormonal mood swings from their unborn son's birth mother somewhere upstate.

“I know, I know honey, me too, god me too,” Blaine kissed him soundly on the lips and then pulled back, eyes positively shining, he nodded to the heaps of paper and opened cardboard boxes discarded on the floor behind Kurt.

“How are you getting on? What did you want me for?” Kurt sat up on his knees, eyes widening with excited thought and extending his torso up and tall, his hands bracing on Blaine's shoulders as he looked around the mess he had created on the floor below him.

“Oh yeah, great, well I've set up the room temperature gage, it's over by the sound system,” He nodded backwards and Blaine bit his lip, nodding, “The sterilising equipment is in the kitchen, and I'm um, I'm charging the baby monitors as we speak, there was a pack of four, so I was wondering, well I thought that we'll obviously have the recording device in the nursery, and the other three have cool little camera screens so we can always watch him,” Blaine released his lip from his teeth and grinned mischievously.

“Remind you of anything?” Kurt chuckled and nodded, his fingers curling into the rounded collar of Blaine's shirt.

“Well that was going to be my next trail of thought, we'll have one in here, maybe on the mantle or the coffee table, one of them on one of our nightstands in our bedroom and I uh, I thought that um, well the frequency seems to be pretty wide ranged so maybe you'd like one downstairs, in um, in your office, I mean I know you're not in there that much now, and it's more Ivan's space but I just thought for when you are there?” 

Blaine's heart gave a little thud, his stomach swooping, feeling like it was about to fly from his throat, with just the thought of being able to watch his little boy while he sat just a floor below. His small sleeping face and scrunched up nose, the rise and fall of his steady breathing fragile chest, just there on the desk for him to look at and listen to, Blaine would probably never get any work done ever again, even though Ivan took care of most of it now anyway.  

He nodded at Kurt slowly, with parted wet lips, and Kurt could do nothing but reach forward with his hands, brushing his thumbs over his wet eyelids and then down to his plump lips, smiling into the kiss he offered him, so soft and slow and reverent. Kurt could pretty much swear he could feel the pumping of Blaine's heart between the exchange of their skin and flesh, he whispered into the stubbly corner of his pursed lips.

“Hey, maybe you could even take it to the studio with you too,” Blaine smiled, tilting his head and pulled back, bopping Kurt's nose slightly with a crooked finger.

“Oorrr.. you could take it to rehearsals with you,” Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Sure, because every off-Broadway cast member wants a device that sounds a screaming infant over the top of their vocal runs and scales-” Blaine chuckled with him.

“Well at least we're both going to take some time off with him when he gets here right?”

“Right, it's going to be perfect-” Blaine brushed a hand through Kurt's hair and cupped the nape of his neck, his thumb rubbing over the short hairs at the bottom.

“It already is perfect, but he will-he is going to make it, he-he will make us-” Kurt bit his lip as his husband struggled for the words, tears threatening to appear once more, this was becoming ridiculous, they still had Eight weeks to get through, maybe he should run out and buy an industrial pack of Kleenex.

“A family?” They already were a family of course, whether it be just them in the confines of their home and their bar, or back in Ohio, a great big family consisting of Burt and Carole, Blaine's mom and even, even, his dad, Cooper and his herd. But in around two months time, their family would grow, their hearts would expand and their lives would continue to burst full and busy, utterly contented.

Blaine shuddered a breath, his voice breaking slightly, “A family, our little family,”

“The start of it-”

Blaine smiled wide and proud and then pretended to stumble backwards, choking on air and clinging at his chest comically, “Let's focus on this adoption first honey-”

“Best get those blue prints out for the extra space-”

Blaine faked some kind of joke panic attack as he bent down to pick up his hammer, looking back over his shoulder with a slight shimmy and actually batting his eyelashes. Kurt grinned wildly, his chest feeling full to burst, he made a dismissive hand gesture playfully in Blaine's direction, pouting his lips and lifting his chin high.

“Go on you, be gone, get back in that nursery and do some work-” Blaine disappeared round the corner and returned seconds later, practically running with large playful strides back over to the couch, the hammer in his hand now substituted for a small paint brush with a fresh drop of bright white paint smeared over the soft bristles. Kurt squeaked and scrambled to get to his feet, giggling breathlessly, “N-no no, oh my god, no, Blaine Hummel-Anderson, don't you dare-”

Kurt stood on the couch cushions, legs spread and arms held out in front of him, palms out as if creating some form of magical invisible barrier in which his husband and his paint brush could not cross. Blaine stood below him inches away from the back of the couch, shifting his balance from foot to foot and waving the brush slowly in the air, giggling deep and low through a wolfish grin as he looked up at his husband. Kurt panted, chest heaving excitedly, eyes sparkling as they narrowed and watch Blaine's hand very carefully.

“If that drips on this flooring, these Ralph Lauren cushion covers or my freshly moisturized skin then you will not be living to see your first child, never mind your second-”

After deliberating for a beat or two, Blaine slowly started to back away, biting his bottom lip playfully around his smirk and batting those damn eye lashes again, the fucker. He blew a kiss into the air and pretended to blow it towards Kurt who laughed and swung his hand out as if pushing it away as he cautiously climbed down from the couch in case Blaine had a sudden change of mind, or a death wish.

With his smile still intact Blaine's whole body visibly eased and he tilted his head to the side watching Kurt with burning, hungry eyes, his words were quiet, pulled straight from the depths of his heart and his current thought process, “I love you, so, so much, you know that right?-” he pointed behind him with the brush, “I'll only be another hour or so, just giving the paint a second coating, and finishing up adding the safety bars to the crib, and that should be enough until next weekend-”

Without thinking Kurt rounded the couch and was standing right in front of Blaine within three wide strides, he kissed him hard and fast, and then again allowing Blaine just enough time to catch his breath and realise what was happening before leaving him with one last lingering kiss and parting words to his lips.

“I know, I so, so know, and I love you too, I love you more.. I'll clean up out here then come in and help, ok?”

Blaine watched him closely, staring hard with those big old heart eyes as if still not quite believing that this life was actually his, “Ok.”

And nothing had ever been oh so wonderfully ok up until this very moment, and he knew that these moments would just keep on coming.