“The sun was shining on the sea,

Shining with all his might:

He did his very best to make

The billows smooth and bright--

And this was odd, because it was

The middle of the night.”

-Lewis Carroll

Blaine felt like he could come just from the taste of Kurt's velvet soft skin against his lips. It had been so long since he had done anything even remotely sexually stimulating and the frustration of being so close to Kurt but not being able to be alone with him for so long was aggravating. Then of course they had come to their new home, and Kurt was apparently so worried about hurting Blaine that he kept pushing him away each time he pushed forward. He would be lying if he said that it didn't tear at his heart everytime Kurt had done it, but considering Kurt's perspective, he could understand. If their roles were reversed, he certainly wouldn't want to risk doing anything that might hurt Kurt after all.

Though with all the blood rushing to his cock, he was beyond thinking about risks, especially those that might apply to him.

He drew his lips down, running them like a feather over the trail from Kurt's navel down as he drew his head in towards his neck to properly greet the pink tipped cock that had knocked on his chin to announce its arrival and listened to the guttural groan that came out of the man that owned the appendage he wrapped his lips around it. Kurt's fingers tugged on Blaine's hair and his body arched forward as Kurt thrust himself further into Blaine's mouth, leaving little room for Blaine to breath or do much else other than accept the weight on his tongue. Blaine had long ago figured out how to suppress his reflex to gag, and so when the head of Kurt's cock rutted up against Blaine's adenoids, he breathed in through his nose, hollowed out his cheeks, and let his muscle memory guide him.  

Blaine had done this so many time before throughout their years together, and had committed so much to memory that he didn't even have to think about what to do next. He could instead focus on the piquant flavor of man in his mouth, the way the end of his nose was tickled by the hairs near the base of Kurt's penis, and the deeply masculine scent that emanated from Kurt in that part of his body. The more Blaine breathed in that aroma, the more he felt his own cock straining to come out of its skin. His hands slid up the sides of Kurt's legs until they finally settled on his hips, pulling him further into his mouth, hungry for more.

Kurt was a man of few words when he was aroused, instead communicating by a symphony of moans, grunts, whimpers, and whines. When he did speak it was to direct, and, as he had so many other times before, he broke off his current low wail to look down at Blaine and make his needs known with panting breaths.

“If we're doing this… you need to lay back on the bed… and let me know if you hurt.”

Blaine lifted his eyes up to look at his husband as he continued to accept the cock being thrust in and out of his mouth. It was with his eyes, veiled by his lashes, that he showed Kurt he understood. More than that, he was grateful Kurt was taking charge because he could barely think with the foggy cloud of desire settled on top of his brain. Kurt let their eyes linger on one another for that moment before his head tipped back and another euphoric stricken groan was drawn from him as Blaine let the curl of his tongue massage the underside of Kurts dick, making sure each and every vein was just where he had left it.

Kurt sucked in a sharp breath after that, his head tipping forwards again as he withdrew himself from Blaines mouth, though Blaine made attempt to follow. "Undress yourself and lay back...  I need to go... I need to get something."

Blaine nodded, closing his lips back together. They felt empty without anything pushed between them, without Kurts flesh to stretch them apart. Still, as Kurt scurried out of the room rather frantically, Blaine worked to untie and loosen the leather binding that fastened his shirt together so he could wriggle himself out of it and set it by the bed. His pants followed, though he had to pause when he heard clattering and swearing coming from the kitchen before a triumphant Kurt yelled "Aha!" and returned to Blaines sight in the doorway.  

"Lay back," Kurt once again insisted as Blaine shucked his pants off to the ground, blue eyes lingering on Blaines crotch where his own dick was at attention.  

Of course Blaine listened, scooting backwards on the bed as Kurt stepped up towards it. He had a vial of something unmarked, and Blaine correctly assumed its purpose inwardly as Kurt uncorked the item and doused his fingers in the liquid.  

"Ive wanted you so badly..." Blaine uttered breathlessly, watching as Kurt propped a leg up on the bed to stretch his pelvis out and reached behind him.  Blaine couldnt see the finger being plunged up inside him, but he could hear the slick sound of lubricated skin being buried, and watch Kurts cheeks grow more rosy while his eyes glazed over. He could count on one hand the number of times Kurt had prepared himself since Blaine was always there and eager to provide that to Kurt. Each time Kurt had been impatient, not wanting to wait for Blaine - who took his time to make sure Kurt was ready (aside from their initial hook-up), and each time Blaine was sure that Kurt couldnt get more gorgeous than he was in that position. There was something about your lover preparing to take you that was intensely erotic and simultaneously heart warming.  

What was made it even better was the bob of Kurts adams apple whenever he pushed another finger up inside of himself, coupled with the kittenish whimpers of a man who few had ever dared to cross. Only Blaine had ever been able to see that, and it was his eyes alone that would get to revel in it.

"Okay..." Kurt heaved out in a breath, crawling up the bed as he withdrew his fingers and straddled himself over Blaine, feet to each side of Blaine's hips and knees bent. "If it hurts -"

"Ill tell you," Blaine finished off, hips already rolling upwards as they sought out Kurt. "Please... just... please."

Their deep breathing filled up the room as Kurt lowered himself down, and then shuddered overtop of Blaine with a groan as he enveloped Blaines head in the tight ring of muscle. Once he had sunk past that barrier, Kurts groan rolled into a gasp as dropped down so that his ass rested gingerly on top of Blaines crotch. Moaning as he watched his cock get swallowed up, Blaine couldnt keep his eyes off Kurt, whose own dick bounced against his abdomen with a pre-cum glistened tip. His chest lightened with relief, as did his brain, though the latter was already feeling light with all the blood being drawn southward.

"Angel."

Kurt didnt acknowledge the term of endearment, focused on lifting himself just enough to keep the head of Blaines cock buried before letting his hips fall again, and so Blaine let his head fall back on the pillow, screwing his eyes shut as he let the euphoria fill him entirely. It was in that way he could tune all his senses to the increasing up and down movements of Kurt on top of him, the way his ass sucked him up so thirstily, and how tight and warm Kurt was inside. Blaine couldnt help but shiver at the sensation, and knew that he wasnt in any position to last long.

"My angel."

Kurts pace quickened once his body became used to the stretch inside him, and Blaine listened to the heaving interspaced with little whimpers. No other man got to hear this. No other man knew Kurt as Blaine did when he let his walls down. It wasnt just the sex Blaine had wanted, it was also the way Kurt changed when he was lost in the moment. So committed, and lost, and just completely focused on pleasure for that time.

"Blaine."

With his name drawing his attention, Blaine opened his eyes halfway and watched his husband bouncing up and down over him, one hand tugging on his inflamed cock. His name had been his warning. Kurt was clearly just as pent up as he was, and it allowed Blaine permission to bring his hands up to Kurts hips and hold Kurt in place on him as he came with a wrenched out moan.  Within nanoseconds, Kurt had joined him with a gasp that echoed through the room, and Blaine felt his stomach become splattered with semen.

Kurt let himself still on top of Blaine, hunching forward and panting softly even as Blaine lifted his hands from Kurts hips and reached to pull Kurt down on top of him by his ribs. Clearly too fuzzy-headed to argue putting his weight on Blaine, Kurt allowed it to happen, and so Blaine wrapped his arms around his husband and held him there as they let their lungs caught up with their breathing.

"See? Im okay. More than okay actually," Blaine finally murmured once he trusted himself to speak without stuttering.

"Yeah... yeah..." Kurt weakly uttered back before arching his hips up to expel Blaine from within him with a groan and a grimace. "... let me up so I can get something to wipe us off?"

"Only if you promise to come back into my arms."

Kurt smirked as he looked to Blaine, and Blaine released his hold on Kurt who could have burst free anytime he wanted anyhow. A towel was collected, and after wiping himself down, Kurt wiped Blaine off as well before tossing the towel towards the doorway and returning to Blaine, where he promptly slung an arm over him and pressed his body against Blaines side.  

Blaine didnt remember being tired at that point, but he did remember Kurt falling asleep as his slow breathing became wheezy and his body went lax. It was the first time since they had come to this house that Kurt had actively cuddled Blaine in his sleep, and so when Blaine dozed off, it was the most soundly he had slept in months.

After that, whatever barrier Kurt had mentally put up against them having sex seemed to have disintegrated. They kissed so long and for so hard that Blaine's lips became chapped and dry. Every moment was an opportunity to make out. In the morning (despite Kurt's grumblings about morning breath), as they prepared their breakfast in the kitchen, when they were sitting around reading on the couch, when they went to bed together, and everywhere else they could fit it in. Blaine's lips were constantly drawn to Kurt's, and Kurt never fought them off.

Then, of course, there was the issue of his dick being tender. Their kissing led to other things, and other things included him being buried up inside of Kurt. Bit by bit, each part of the house was christened, and Blaine could now daydream about how they had collapsed into one another in the kitchen until Kurt was holding onto the counter edge's to give himself momentum as he bounced up and down on top of Blaine, or when they had barely gotten inside the front door and Blaine had shown Kurt just how much of his strength he had regained by holding him against said door and having his way with him right there.

Then there was his ass, which had been laid claim to so frequently that it hurt for him to sit. Kurt had woken him up in the best way possible one night, prepping him before he took him, though Blaine was particularly fond of the time that Kurt got just a little bit aggressive after they had been making out in the living room and yanked Blaine's pants down to his knees and bent him over the arm of the couch. He hadn't even bothered to do more than pull his own trousers down far enough to expose himself before he laid claim to Blaine. That moment had been particularly hot.

It was the honeymoon they never had following the wedding they never made vows at. Together they made up for all the months they had been apart, and Blaine spent most nights mentally ranking his favorite sexual escapades and dodging Kurt's questions about why he had such a stupid grin on his face.  

Blaine became accustomed to drinking tea all the time after about another month, though he still marvelled at the freedom of water use the Others had. Bathing was a daily event, fresh water was used for each boil of food, there were fountains in the town, and, of course, those common baths that he couldn't help but stare at every time they went by. Kurt always kept his reddening face turned away from them, but Blaine couldn't help but lock on to the perfectly sculpted bodies that Others seemed to have. Not a scar, a blemish, or disfigurement among them. If they weren't moving and talking as they washed, Blaine would have been certain they were all just mannequins.

Old habits died off slowly, and Kurt had to remind Blaine that there was no reason for him to fill bottles and bowls with water just in case they were suddenly without that precious resource. The Others had mastered the ability to rid the ocean water of its salt, and since they were under the water, there really was no reason they should be worried over losing it.

The Halflings continued to visit him whenever Kurt practiced his archery, and Blaine had to hesitantly admit that he was making friends with some of them. There was one girl in particular who seemed to always position herself as close to Blaine as possible and made regular allusions to how Blaine resembled her father. She had beautiful mediterranean features, complete with ebony hair that curled into ringlets, and when she spoke it was with an accent that sounded vaguely Italian. To go along with her fine features, she had an equally fine name - Aradia, and Blaine purposely said it whenever he addressed her just because he enjoyed the way it slipped over his tongue.

But while some Halflings seemed to like Blaine, there were others that did not. Particularly Kurt's friend Midhir. That damnable ginger haired bog-trotter was always inviting them out for tea at the tea house after Kurt's practices, and Kurt always accepted on their behalf - even though they had a wealth of tea in their home. Blaine had to sit there and listen to Midhir talk to Kurt and Kurt alone, never paying Blaine any attention as he discussed politics and magical ideas that Blaine couldn't understand. Kurt was insistent that Midhir was only a friend, but Blaine was sure that Midhir wanted more than that, and that Blaine was just a thorn in his side, which became especially apparent whenever Midhir brought up the idea that Kurt would live so much longer than Blaine. A concept that made Blaine's stomach tie up in knots. On one hand he was glad that he wouldn't have to be the one to outlive Kurt, but on the other hand he hated the idea of Kurt being without him.

Perhaps it was selfishness.

Kurt had just shook his head to Midhir each time he mentioned it, and insisted that no, he didn't need to worry about what would happen then, and no, he didn't think about the future much. Midhir seemed confused by that, but Blaine understood. When you spent such a large chunk of your life living day to day and savoring what you had in the moment, you didn't focus too much on the future. That was the essence of being a human in the time after The Tides.

Kurt went home with Blaine though, and even though Blaine had caught Midhir scowling his way whenever they walked away, Blaine took it a step further and would wrap an arm around Kurt's waist or take Kurt's hand in his own as one final jab. Midhir might want Kurt, but as long as Blaine was alive, he wasn't going to let it happen.

“You should sire a child,” Aradia said to Blaine on one afternoon. They had been idly watching Kurt snap arrow after arrow out of his bow before Blaine had laid on the grass and stared up at the blue sky above, trying to see if he could see past the illusion and see the ocean above it. It still blew his mind that they were on land… but under the water.

“Kurt and I aren't capable of reproducing together, Aradia,” Blaine uttered passively. He understood there was some kind of obsession with reproduction in Other culture, but since it had never been an issue up top, he wasn't going to indulge it down below.

“Oh that's not what I meant. I mean separately. Siring children is hardly a romantic thing here like it is with humans. Kurt's grandfather has sired many children, both Pureblood and Halfling, and his true relationships have always been homosexual.”

“Ugh…” Blaine uttered, trying to envision doing things… with a girl. “No offense, Aradia. I like you as a friend… but girl parts… I wouldn't be able to do anything with it.”

“Hmmm... that's too bad… you'd make cute children.”

Blaine chuckled and turned his head her way. “Thanks, Aradia.”

Practice continued, and on cue at the end of it, Midhir approached Kurt from where he had been standing on the sidelines and suggested tea. However, Kurt didn't seem to be looking at Midhir when he spoke, eyes locked on something… or someone else instead.

He watched as a woman, taller than Kurt, but with hair a perfect match to his chestnut, approach him on the field. Kurt had set down his bow and stepped towards her, sharing quiet words and offering her one of his rare smiles. Midhir walked away at that point, and Blaine knew that whomever that woman was, that he liked her if only because she managed to dissuade that red haired bastard from forcing him to another damned tea party.

The woman, who looked like she could be Kurt's sister, embraced Kurt after he spoke to her, and Blaine smirked as Kurt withdrew from the public display of affection as quickly as he could. Some things never changed.

“I think this means practice is done for the day,” Blaine noted to Aradia, who nodded back to him as she took her leave. He stood up and approached Kurt and the woman slowly, extending a hand when he came close.

“Blaine… Nice to meet you.”

The woman turned and looked at Blaine, who always felt so damned short around Others. He could now appreciate how dwarfs felt in human society. Her eyes were Kurt's - both stormy and calm all at once, the color of water, and Kurt also shared her angular features and sharp lines. She extended her own hand to shake Blaine's hand, and offered him a smile. “Nice to see you again… without all the damage and in proper attire.”

Blaine tilted his head to the side and glanced Kurt's way who was mouthing, “I'll explain later,” before releasing her hand and gesturing to the house. “Can we have you over for tea...?”

“Elizabeth. Of course.”  

It was Kurt's mother, and Kurt's mother was delightful. Blaine kept seeing glimpses of Kurt with her - though more jubilant and talkative. She discussed how she had been called upon to see if there was a reason Blaine couldn't be killed, the ones trying to commit the act suggesting it had something to do with his injuries. She had realized once she couldn't heal him though that there was a barrier on him, and with only a handful of individuals who had magic that dealt with being able to create barriers, and with Blaine being human, she connected the dots and correctly assumed that the broken up man before her was Kurt's lover.

After that she contacted her father to let him know, and her father had alerted Kurt and had Blaine transferred to the ocean city.

“... and of course we're all very excited that Kurt has successfully sired a child too.”

That's what it ended on, and it took a second for her words to reach Blaine's mind as everything seemed to go in slow motion at that point. Kurt groaned and bowed his head down, muttering a, “He doesn't know” to Elizabeth that Blaine could easily hear. Blaine could feel the weight of his chin as his mouth dropped and stayed open, looking back and forth between Elizabeth and Kurt as they exchanged glances.  

“Well. There were six females that were impregnated…”  Elizabeth said, making Kurt sink further into his seat as he kept his eyes off Blaine, whose head suddenly felt like a brick was shoved between his ears, which in turn were buzzing as they processed the sounds coming from Elizabeth.

“... now only about half of Halfling embryos develop into fetuses. Most self-abort in the womb, so we weren't shocked when the pregnancies began to cease with you being a Quarterling. However, one of the females continued to carry and it's now five months in. Quite exciting.”

Kurt had… Blaine had to shake his head to even finish his thought. Elizabeth had said six women… Kurt had… with six women…  

“So what does that mean mother? Am I even going to see this child? What's the point?” Kurt uttered quietly, angrily, from where he was looking down at his tea.

“Of course. The female in question made a deal, much like you did. The irony is that she doesn't even want children. She just wants to be with the Halfling woman she loves, who is only on top half the year. In exchange for carrying your child, her Halfling mate will be permitted to stay up top all year long.”

Kurt didn't respond to that, just continued to look into his cup, leaving Blaine to clutch each side of his head, supporting it between them as he set his elbows on the table. His lips hadn't reconnected still, and his eyes felt like they wanted to tear up but were too dried out from staring at the table to be able to do it.

“I thought you would both be happier at the news,” Elizabeth spoke up as silence drowned out the room for a minute. “I mean, you can have a real family now.”

“I hadn't told Blaine yet mother…” Kurt again reiterated, barely a whisper.

She huffed at that and looked Blaine's way, though his eyes were glued to the table, pupils following the marbled patterning in the wood. “He did it to save you.”

Blaine lifted his head up just a little, looking Elizabeth's way but still unable to find it within him to speak. “It was the deal to bring you down here.”

“But… why…?” Blaine choked out, eyes moving to Kurt, willing him to say something, anything.

“It wasn't even a choice…” Kurt spit out. “... Fuck. They even watched me jerk off into a cup.”

Elizabeth seemed to find that amusing, emitting a snicker, which Kurt scowled at in response, but Blaine… Blaine breathed out in relief. “You didn't have sex with six girls…”

That made Kurt lift his head, eyeing Blaine incredulously. “Fuck. No.”

Another deep breath in and a deep breath out. Blood and oxygen began to flow back into his brain and speed up the process of thinking. Kurt had done it to save him. He hadn't been with a wealth of women while they had been separated. Kurt had made some kind of a deal, albeit a weird one, to bring Blaine to him and now there was a little Kurt growing in the womb of a human woman somewhere.

Kurt was expecting a child.

THEY were expecting a child.

“Oh god… Kurt… we'll be dads.”

“And I get to be the first Halfling to be a grandmother,” Elizabeth said proudly with a wide grin - though with her features she looked more like a sibling to Kurt and less a mother, much less a grandmother.

“Yeah…” Kurt said softly, turning the cup between his fingers back and forth, back and forth.

“Kurt,” Blaine reached over and set a hand on top of Kurt's arm, prompting his husband to look up at him. “You can be a dad... “

“I know,” was the sighed out response. “I just never expected to be.”

“Me neither, but… I mean… we can be now,” Blaine uttered, images of Kurt holding everyone else's children in his hands but never one of his own flooding his mind from his memories. He looked back to Elizabeth then. “He's so good with babies… they love him.”

“What's not to love?” she responded, as any mother might, smile still woven over his face.

“Even the colicy ones. People would bring their crying babies to him and he could always settle them down without any problem.”

“Because they felt safe and secure with him,” Elizabeth noted plainly, glancing towards her son who looked even more uncomfortable than Blaine knew was possible. No doubt due to being the focus of the conversation. “It's a major part of his magic after all.”

“Have they found out if it's a boy or a girl? Is it healthy? When's the due date?” Blaine rattled off, the anxiety that he had carried falling away as excitement grew within him.

“The sex is not generally a concern for our kind, so it's not checked. It is healthy, and the woman is regularly attended to to ensure the pregnancy is going well since it is such a special child, and it will be a spring baby. Probably right around Kurt's own birthday,” Elizabeth answered, clearly having kept herself up to date on the status of her grandchild-to-be.

Blaine squirmed in his seat, reaching over with one of his hands to take Kurt's, who still looked unsettled. “Kurt…“

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't know how…”

Blaine half frowned and half smiled, shaking his head just a little as he tried to consider why it would have been difficult for Kurt to admit what he had done. If that was the deal, then it was a good deal. Not only did it have them together again, but it meant they could have what was always out of reach before. Blaine would have done it to save Kurt, without hesitation. “It's okay…”

“It's not… but… whatever.”

“You two should come up with names. Names are a very important part of our society. It's why Kurt has my name for a middle name, and why his own name is so close to his father's. Names carry their own kind of magic, and their own strengths and weaknesses… why were you named Blaine?” Elizabeth said, changing the focus of the conversation off of Kurt and back to the baby.

“It's from my mother's side of the family. Her mother, my grandmother, had the surname Blaine. There's a colonel who served with George Washington and a speaker for the house of representatives…” It had been a long time since Blaine had explained his namesake, but it came to him quickly. Back in his school days, he had to explain why he had such an odd name all the time to his peers. He remembered wishing his name were something more plain like Elliott or Adam, if only to avoid having to answer those questions. Now, whenever Kurt said his name, it made him glad to have it.

“Very strong,” Elizabeth nodded thoughtfully. “I expect nothing less than a strong name for my grandchild as well.”

“Kurt Junior?” Blaine suggested, a playful smile tugging up the corners of his mouth.

“No.” Kurt snapped his head up, looking downright aghast. “Absolutely not. That's ridiculous.”

Blaine chuckled, and Elizabeth joined in once she realized that Blaine had been joking. “Well. I can provide books about names and naming… and I've already begun knitting boots and outfits.”

“Others knit?” Blaine asked, head tipped to the side. It was nothing he had ever seen one of them do, and certainly something he had never considered.

“If they've been taught. My own mother taught me when I was growing up… I knitted and sewed most of Kurt's clothing when he was a baby,” she said, her eyes giving away that she was only half in the moment - the other half reflecting on memories on what was no doubt a smaller version of Kurt, dolled up in clothing of her own making.

“Great. You both have baby fever…” Kurt grunted, shoving his chair away from the table with a squeak and ducking into the kitchen to boil more water for tea.  Despite his hard exterior, Blaine could see in the way Kurt's fingers slid over the countertop and how he swayed his hips back and forth that he was just as excited, if not more. He'd never admit it though.  

“I do have to admit some concern though Blaine… especially since you were going to attack our outpost up top,” Elizabeth said, voice suddenly flat as she changed the topic and looked at him accusingly. “I mean… I can appreciate that our kind took away your own family, but you'll have to put that behind you if you're going to be the parent of a child that carries magic within them.”

Blaine's brows bunched together, and he remembered snippets of conversation from months earlier. Sebastian had told them, the Others, that he was a renegade. That's why they had intended to execute him originally. As he opened his mouth to explain though, Kurt snapped in, returning with a fresh kettle of water. “He did no such thing. That was a ruse.”

“How? Why?” Elizabeth queried as she silently accepted the refill of her cup.

“The men who caught me… we knew them years ago… they tried to kill Kurt and tried to take over the community we came from,” Blaine explained, purposely leaving out the background information about him having once been a part of their group before they divided for the sake of simplicity. “Kurt fought them off and it was decided that they would be essentially exiled… ridden out as far as they could and then left.”

“But… they caught you…?”

Blaine nodded. “I was on my way to the coast… to find Kurt… and I went into that town of theirs, not knowing they were in it, much less in charge, and they locked me up, beat me up, and then handed me off to the Others that came by.”

Elizabeth worried her lower lip between her teeth, looking to the table top thoughtfully before asking for clarification. “They tried to kill Kurt?”

“They would have had it not been for the memory or whatever you planted in me…” Kurt grumbled, his own eyes cast down into his cup.

“A part of my ability… much like you protected Blaine with yours. You would have died then… had it not been for that?”

Kurt nodded solemnly, lifting up his cup to sip the caramel like liquid. Whatever flavor Kurt had picked out for this fresh pot was sweeter than the last, and Blaine definitely liked it.  

“... and they deceived us…”

Kurt and Blaine both nodded at that, and Elizabeth took in a heavy breath which she exhaled just as deeply. “This complicates matters.”

“How?”

“We've been, well, rather the council has opted to pull back for the past few years. Others still maintain presence at major waterways and coasts, but otherwise we've been trying to work with humans instead of against them…”

“That doesn't change things,” Kurt huffed. “They don't represent all the humans.”

“No. But that particular outpost was considered progressive... and they've given us so many renegades… and now…”

Blaine frowned. “Now you don't know if those individuals were executed for the reasons you intended.” He didn't say the right reasons, because whether or not they were renegades didn't make executing them any more acceptable in Blaine's mind.  

“Right…“ Another sigh and Kurt's mother stood up. “You'll have to excuse me… I need to let the council know about this. It can't continue... “  

Blaine watched as she set her eyes on Kurt then, eyes frowning along with her lips. If he had to guess, he'd have to say what upset her the most was that they had been trusting humans that had tried to hurt her son - and Blaine couldn't really blame her for her prioritization. Now that he had the thought of having a child in the forefront of his mind, he knew he would do whatever he could to protect the little one in whatever way he could.

Kurt saw her to the door and then leaned in the doorway to the dining room, looking Blaine's way. “I am sorry.”

“I know.”

“I should have told you.”

“You should have.”

“I don't think I'm ready for this.”

Blaine didn't respond with words to that line, just a roll of his eyes as he abandoned his cup and stood up to walk over to Kurt. “You have been ready for this since before I came around.”

“Taking care of someone else's kid isn't the same as taking care of your own.”

Blaine took one of Kurt's hands in his own, brushing his thumb over the backs of his fingers as he led Kurt to the couch where he sat down and Kurt followed. “You won't know that until he or she is here.”

“Kurt Junior is absolutely out of the question.”

Blaine laughed once again and grabbed the book at the side of the couch. “Well at least we already have stories for the baby.”

“What are you talking about?” Kurt questioned as he took the book from Blaine's hands. “This is some crazy book Mab gave me to train me. It's just full of nonsense and nothing.”

Blaine shook his head to that. “No it's not… I was reading it when you were in the tub this morning. It's stories for kids.”

Kurt flipped open to a random page, looking it over, his eyes straining as he focused on the words and once again shook his head. “No it's not.”

Blaine leaned over then, looking at the words, so clearly a tale about a rabbit leading a little girl into a world of fantasy. “Yeah… I mean, the story is a little whimsical… but it makes sense in its own way.”

“Read it to me,” Kurt snapped, shoving the book Blaine's way who went wide eyed in surprise but looked down at the page and began to read aloud.

“Alice came to a fork in the road. Which road do I take? she asked.
Where do you want to go? responded the Cheshire Cat.
I dont know, Alice answered.
Then, said the Cat, it doesnt matter.”   

“Huh…” Kurt muttered, head tilting back over the edge of the couch after letting his eyes follow along with Blaine's. “Weird.”

“Yeah. The cat's pretty creepy,” Blaine admitted, snapping the book shut and putting it back on the table to the side of the couch. “But it's a fun little story. Full of imagination and nonsense.”

“Well, the nonsense part we can agree on at least.”