It had been the most stressing day ever for Kurt and that was saying something, because he had had a lot of extremely stressing days, but today seemed to top them all of. To start off his most stressing day, he had to run to rehearsals because some actress wasnt fitting into his costume and this was his first big job designing costumes for a Broadway show. As much as he loved to be one of the actors, fashion design was also one of his most favorite hobbies.

Anyways after making sure that the outfits looked great on everybody and having to give in the newest sketch he made for the final act, he had to leave immediately for a meeting with Blaine to his fathers lawyer, who was giving Blaine the sum of money and portion of the will his grandfather had left him when he died a few weeks ago. Even though Blaine was shocked that his grandfather left him a large portion of money, he wasnt surprised, his grandfather had always been the most accepting of him and even payed for half of Kurt and Blaines wedding as well as giving them a surprise trip to Bali for their honeymoon. Even though the whole thing was quite short, somehow the lawyer had taken up a whole hour and a half from them. After dropping Blaine to work, Kurt rushed to the stores where he ordered the furniture for the babys room, learning as he got there that the handmade crib he had designed for the carpenter, had somehow broken, so the whole thing had to be made again. Kurt left the store feeling his wallet considerably lighter.

He had to then drive in front of the truck holding the furniture back to their house, watch them unload it and take it upstairs to the bedroom and place it as he desired (which itself took up a good hour to place a rocking chair, a shelf, a chest of drawers, minus the crib which would be delivered in the next two days). Now Kurt had just brought Grace back home from a trip to the doctors after having gone literally all over the city in search of her bizarre cravings (apple sauce, sardines, and prawns dipped in chocolate icing). He knew calling Blaine would be a bad idea because his husband was already having his own hectic day so he quietly did all he could in one day. The stressing part was that he felt so beyond calm, he was rushing and trying as hard as he could, which obviously was resulting in his stress.

"Kurt."

"Kuuuuuurt," suddenly Kurt felt his shoulder vibrate painfully and a very pregnant woman being the cause of that pain.

"Yes, Grace?" he asked her lightly trying to keep him amusement on his tongue but now failing to do so.

"Geez why so irritable. You zoned out for like fifteen minutes and missed the end of the Americas Next Top Model episode, Nicole went home by the way, oh and Blaine called, said he was going out with his work friends for a while or something so maybe you should call him or sleep because I think you need to right now..."

Kurt smiled weakly at Grace knowing the smaller girl had known exactly what he craved right now. "You know what I think Im gonna take that advice," he said gently lifting her feet of his lap and rising, placing a soft kiss to her head and heading towards the door. "Call me if you need anything, see you later," he called grabbing his keys off the table next to the door and opening it.

"Bye sweetie have a good sleep, thank you!" she called waving him off, far too lazy to get off the bed.
He smiled warmly before waving back and heading towards the elevator thanking whoever was in charge of this building that it functioned unlike majority of the buildings in New York.

He hailed a cab as he reached the busy road outside and debated whether or not he should stop at the supermarket and grab some groceries and make Blaines favourite meal. He decided to go for it and asked the cab driver to take him to the closest one near their apartment.
He hastily ran around the store buying all the essential products he would need, getting frustrated when he could not find the right brand or the right company and mentally smacking himself on the face when he saw it right in front of him.

As he reached home he sang happily to himself as he cooked. He even took time out to set the babys room, taking a picture of himself and Blaine and putting the framed memory on the babys new dresser. He smiled to himself thinking about the day the picture was taken his mind going back to the cold month of December.

"Kurt? Baby you there?" Blaine called into his and Kurts apartment.

"In here!" a voice called from the study. Blaine quickly rushed to the room where his husband was perched behind a large desk, covered completely in different kinds of cloths, some with designs, some with texture, and in the middle, a pale hand and a sewing machine, moving so fast, piecing together the different cloths, creating a whole new outfit that literally took Blaines breath away.

"Wow Kurt thats seriously amazing. Is this what youve been working on for so long?" Blaine asked daring to move closer and break Kurt of his concentration.

Kurts eyebrows were knitted together and his face of utmost concentration turned into an almost smile which was quickly replaced by the same look again. "Yeah, and I am almost done."

"Kurt how long have you been sitting here? You didnt come to bed last night and you were still working from before I went to work. Dont you think its time for a little break, babe?"

"Blaine!" Kurts voice suddenly came out angry. "I need to finish this okay? Im sorry I didnt let you hold on to me like a damn teddy bear last night but I need to finish this freaking outfit."

Blaine, though admittedly a little hurt, knew his husband was stressing and decided he wouldnt have any of it. "Okay thats it," he said as he rushed to Kurts side and gingerly put his hand on his shoulder. Kurt though tense, couldnt help but settle ever so slightly into his husbands touch. "You need to stop freaking out babe. Come to the park with me, lets go take a walk, get some food into your system." He placed a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"Blaine- I dont have time to, okay, Im sorry, I just- I- I cant. I have to finish this," said Kurt, who knew that he desperately wanted to go with his husband, but he just had to finish this. It was absolutely essential.

"Kurt, youre overworking yourself again. I promise you, itll be short, okay? And then you can come back and finish this for as long as you want."

Kurt opened his mouth to argue but was immediately cut off by Blaine again. "Kurt. Babe. Please Im worried about you," hearing Blaines voice is what really made Kurt stop. The plead and the worrying was so evident in his tone, it caught Kurt completely off guard and resulted in him really stopping the sewing machine and putting the cloth down. He turned to Blaine and looked into his husbands beautiful hazel green eyes. "Okay." he said simply and allowed Blaine to take his hand and lead him to the front door.

"Isnt it a beautiful day? Arent you glad I got you to come out?" Blaine said cheerfully as they walked hand in hand in Central Park. Blaine looked over at his husband who was barely responsive and wondered if he was even listening to what he was saying.

"Kurt," he said getting kind of angry now, dropping his hand.

"Hmm?" Kurt said after a while noticing Blaine had stopped and was staring right at him.

"Are you even listening? Or still thinking about your precious outfit thats obviously more important to you than spending time with your husband?" Blaine said, not quite being able to control his temper now. Kurt was secretly glad that they were in a much more private area of the park and not many people seemed to be around them.

"Blaine, calm down, of course Im listening," Kurt dared to say taking a step toward his husband keeping his voice low. Blaine scoffed, rolling his eyes, not even caring where he was.

"Really? Okay, what was the first thing I said to you as we entered the park?" Blaine looked at him with a sharp look, his eyebrows raised and arms folded on his chest.

Kurt looked away, unable to look into his husbands eyes because he knew Blaine would be able to tell if he was lying or not. "I- uh- you said-" shit, thought Kurt. He really didnt know. Truthfully he didnt even remember or realize they were in the park until about thirty seconds ago. "You said it was a beautiful day," he said uncertainly.

"Youre such a bad liar Kurt. I was asking you about work and who you had to make the outfit for and when you didnt reply I assumed you were thinking about it but I let it slide because I had just gotten you out. You know why? Because you hadnt seen sunlight in 16 hours. You had circles under your eyes and you hadnt eaten for two days. And I figured you could use the exercise since youve been living off the coffee Ive been bringing to you for the past two days. But you know what, you can go back home now and finish the goddamn tux or whatever for whichever handsome Broadway star youre making it for now. And then you can take pictures of him and show me how amazing he looks in it and gush over him. Like you always do. Go right ahead. But this time- expect me to mind it," and with that, he stormed off, leaving a very shocked Kurt staring at him as he walked away.

Blaine didnt know how long he was walking for, but all he knew was that he was a complete dick to Kurt right now. But something in him told him that Kurt had sort of deserved what he had got. How had his husband never noticed how jealous and insecure Blaine felt when Kurt would talk amiably about the famous stars who were now wearing his clothes? How had he never noticed how it made him feel as though he wasnt good enough. When the thoughts and feelings came back to him, he had to sit. He walked to the nearest bench and sat down, gripping on to the handle bar till his knuckles were white.

"Blaine," said the voice of a panting Kurt, kneeling down beside him. "Gosh for a man with short legs you run fast."

He was running?

"Blaine, baby, Im so sorry. Ive just been so distracted and I know its affecting you but this is one of the most important outfits Ive ever been asked to make. Yes, its made for a guy, and yes he is handsome," Blaine scowled a little, not looking at Kurt but not saying anything either, letting him talk. "But guess what? Hes nowhere near as handsome as my husband. Blaine, no matter how many outfits I design and no matter how many actors they are for, you have to know something, i dont find any of them even close to as attractive as you. You are mine Blaine, and you have every right to be pissed at me. Im so sorry. Please forgive me, I love you." Kurt choked towards the end and Blaine was surprised to look at him and see him looking so small and vulnerable.

He reached forward and held the taller boy, burying his face into his neck, loving every fiber of him. "Of course I forgive you. I love you Kurt. I love you so much. I just miss you so much sometimes, when youre so engrossed in your work, like you never have time for me."

Kurts heart melted, he would miss Blaine so much too. "Well not this time. The outfit isnt needed until day after tomorrow. Which mean I have all day tomorrow to perfect it. So Im yours for the day. Come on," he smiled taking Blaines hand and entwining their fingers, tugging on it. Blaine got up smiling and immediately enveloped the older man in a hug. Kurt kissed his cheek tenderly.

"We should record this moment," Kurt suddenly said, pulling out his iPhone and looking around, stopping a young woman on the path and asking her to take a picture of him and Blaine. She smiled, taking the phone and snapping a few pictures of the young couple. She caught one in the perfect moment, of the two of them looking at each other with the biggest grins and heartfelt eyes. It was Kurts favorite picture as soon as he saw it gushing out a thank you as the woman continued on her way replying with a "no problem."

As soon as Kurt was done with the outfit, he put the image onto a USB and ran to the closest photography store to have it printed and framed.

Kurt came out of his daydream of that day when they oven made a ringing sound, signalling his and Blaines dinner was cooked. He raced downstairs to the kitchen and took out the lasagna with homemade garlic bread. He inhaled the divine smell of the lasagna and set it carefully on the table as he waited for Blaine to return. 

Kurt sat on the couch in a different position, looking at the clock for what felt like the thousandth time. Four hours. It had been four hours since Blaine should have gotten off of work. And even though Kurts head was positively paining, he forced himself to wait for Blaine, the lasagna long since put back in the oven to keep it warm and fresh. Usually when Blaine said he would go out with his friends after work he would only be gone an hour or so, always back for dinner. But four hours was even too much for Blaine. He checked his phone in hope that Blaine had replied to at leastone of his thirty text messages or fifty voice mails, but was only met with disappointment as there was no such luck.

Eventually as the clock ticked 1:30 am, the front door opened loudly revealing a very wasted Blaine grinning like a five year old. Kurt took in his appearance, yup, he was completely hammered, which was also very much unlike Blaine. God Kurt was so prepared to yell, but Blaine was already advancing towards him with his arms wide open.

To Blaine, this was all the happiest moment and god he couldnt even think straight or see straight and god the damn key wouldnt go into the hole. Why were there two key holes, oh no, Blaine only had one key... but wait! It opened! Yes! He opened the door and he wanted to yell Home I am Honey, or something like that, so that Kurt would hear him and run to him and- and- wait- why were there two of Kurt? Two Kurts? Yes! Blaine loves Kurt! Now he can love Kurt twice as much. God Blaine wanted Kurt- no Blaine needed Kurt, he needed Kurt to hold him because he wanted to be held by Kurt, his Kurt. Not Joe- no- and certainly not Eric- they were so hot- but they were not Kurt. Blaine loves Kurt. "Kurt!" he yelped walking towards him.

Why is the floor moving- no- Blaine kept tripping- the floor was moving and he couldnt walk straight- straight to Kurt. Blaine really loves Kurt. "Kurt- I- I missed you SO much tonight. I did I- real- really did," Blaine struggled to say. He felt Kurt hold on to him and hold him up. This was why Blaine loved Kurt- he was always holding him. God Blaine needed Kurt, he needed Kurt so bad. He started to lick his way up Kurts neck, holding on to him with all his might, gosh he needed Kurt.

Kurt held on to Blaine, knowing once he let go, his drunk husband would fall to the floor. But god he wanted to let go so bad and now Blaine was licking up his neck, and is this really what Kurt stayed up for? "God Blaine stop-" he tried, but Blaine was moving his hands, his tongue still so active on Kurts neck. "Blaine! Fucking STOP!" he yelled. Blaine let go at once and so did Kurt. He tripped a little but eventually managed to gain himself and stand on his own.

"Why are you yelling at me?" Blaine asked in a small voice and god he sounded like a five year old and looked like a five year old but Kurt couldnt get soft with him- he had to make Blaine understand.

"Because, Blaine! Youre fucking drunk out of your mind, you smell of alcohol and sweat- of another fucking guy- youve come home at one in the fucking morning and after I faught with the worlds worst headache ever I made your favorite bloody dinner and youre asking me why Im yelling? I HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT BLAINE!" Kurt yelled, quite certain the neighbors could hear but frankly he didnt care the least bit.

This sobered Blaine a little to fight back. "Well sorry for wanting to go out and have a little FUN. Okay? I just thought I deserved it after I work my ass of," he yelled back.

"Who were you with, Blaine? Whos smell is that?" Kurt asked in a lower voice but nonetheless still angrily.

"Oh my god, I was with the band okay? Eric wanted to have a couple of drinks and I thought wheres the harm in that?" Blaine said through gritted teeth frustrated.

"Oh, I dont know, the fact that youre still UNDERAGE! You could have gotten ARRESTED, Blaine!" Kurt said loudly, extremely pissed off.

"You know what Kurt, I cant deal with this right now," Blaine said stalking off towards the stairs, gripping onto the handlebars in hope that it would keep him from falling.

"You cant deal with this right now? WOW. Where do you think youre going?" Kurt shot at him watching him struggle to go up the stairs.

"To the bedroom- to sleep," Blaine told him still trying his hardest to make it up the stairs. Kurt watched him struggle before moving fast and passing him as he finally reached the top.

"You know what- dont bother, enjoy the couch," Kurt snapped at him, reaching the bedroom first, using his sobriety to his advantage, and slamming the door right in Blaines face. Kurt wasnt able to sleep. He was still fuming at Blaine. God he just smelt so strongly of another mans cologne, as though his body was flush against his, rubbing his sweat onto his husband. He never liked Eric, he could tell there was something about him, even Santanas third Mexican eye knew that. The images of the two of them drinking and dancing together never left his mind, and the images kept coming, but with the two of them doing a lot more than just dancing.

Before he knew it- the sun was rising. But he couldnt bring himself to get out of bed, his headache growing stronger. He couldnt face his husband, who he was till so pissed at. He didnt want to look at him and picture the idea of Erics body so close to Blaine. So he stayed in bed- right until the sun was completely risen. He didnt realize he fell asleep in between, noticing it was now eleven o clock and he was awake till six. Kurt felt somewhat better as he walked into the joined bathroom of the bedroom and taking his time to get ready.

He finally found himself out of excuses to face the man outside the door and walked out. Blaine wasnt in the upstairs living room, not any couch, though it was evident that someone had slept on it. He wasnt in the guest room, and he wasnt in the bathroom. He finally walked into the babys room, seeing his husband holding the framed picture on the dresser. Blaine could feel Kurts presence in the room behind him. It was just something that he knew.

"Ive always loved this picture of us," he said in a small voice. Kurt noticed his hair was wet and he smelt more of himself again, like lemons, because that was the flavor of his body wash. Kurt leaned on the door frame, watching him, not saying anything because he was still pissed at him. Blaine turned around after carefully setting down the frame back where he picked it up. "Rooms beautiful," he said looking at his husband. "Babys gonna love it."

Kurt shifted a little under his gaze but his eyes stayed fixated on Blaines face. His eyes still had the hungover look in them. "God Kurt Im so sorry," Blaine started, walking to Kurt and holding him by his arms. "I- I dont know how much I had to drink and I knowI was so wasted. I dont know what came over me. I just- I wanted to feel young- and drink and Eric and the band said they were going to have a couple of drinks and asked if I wanted to come too and I saw no harm in that- and- and-" he looked around, anywhere but Kurts expecting eyes, searching for the answer as though it was written on the walls. "And Im just so sorry."

Kurt knew he was genuinely sorry. He knew Blaine meant it, but it still didnt forgive what he did. And the smell of another man reeking of him. And the images were back in his head, so Kurt had to look away from Blaine. "Nothing happened last night," Blaine said softly. His gaze so soft on Kurt because he suddenly remembered, Joe holding him, and touching him as they danced. "I know I smelt like- like someone else, but I promise you, nothing happened. I didnt let it. I made a mistake with losing you once, I wasnt going to let it happen again," and now it was Blaines turn to look away. The memory of his mistake in his senior year coming back to him.

"Blaine-" Kurt started. But Blaine put a hand up to stop him.

"Dont Kurt, I know what youre going to say," Blaine dropped his hands and walked around the room staring at it, looking all around.

"Blaine, if you say nothing happened... I believe you," Kurt told him gently.

"But you cant really... can you? Not after- after that." Blaine said bitterly, not even able to look at Kurt for more than a few seconds.

"Thats not true. When will you let it go? I have. A long time ago. We wouldnt be standing in our house, in our future babys room if I hadnt. This isnt 2012, Blaine. I trust you," Kurt said softly.

"But?" Blaine turned to him, knowing there was more.

"But were going to have an infant in this house very soon. A baby. Our baby, Blaine. And hes going to grow up, looking up to his father... and his father cant be this- this man coming home at one in the morning, drunk off his ass, getting horny, expecting to have sex right then and there. We cant bring a child into this home, if thats the environment hell have to live in. Blaine, I love you, so much, and I know youre still young, and you want to be out having drinks going to parties, but you have another life too, and its here, in this house," Kurt said to him. Blaine nodded. He knew Kurt made sense. Kurt always made sense.

"Youre right. We cant bring a child into this world unless were more responsible- scratch that- youre always responsible- unless Im responsible. I- I just wanted to have some fun before it all happened I guess. Im so sorry Kurt. I really am," Blaine told his husband. Still standing in the middle of the room, holding himself.

"Cmere," Kurt said, holding out his arms as Blaine walked straight into them. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Kurt. So, so much."

Kurt smiled into Blaines soft curly hair and sniffed it in. It smelt so much like the cherry shampoo he used. "And were going to have a baby."

Blaine grinned into Kurts neck, smelling the jasmine soap he used, pulling apart to look at his husband briefly before grinning wider, "were going to have a baby!" And he hugged his husband again, and kissed him full on the mouth. They were going to have a baby.