Over the next month, Kurt quickly came to love bedtimes. He had insisted that Blaine use his bed, he had to chase five year-olds around all day after all, on top of being pregnant, but Blaine was just as stubborn as Kurt, and insisted that Kurt sleep in his own bed, as he didn’t want to kick him out of his own room. So they came to a compromise.

They just slept in the same bed. And Kurt definitely didn’t complain when Blaine admitted that he slept better when he was being held or holding someone, and he would likely end up latching on to Kurt during sometime in the night otherwise, and it would be much more comfortable for both of them if they just started out the night spooning or cuddled together.

~O~O~O~

“Hey Dad,” Kurt said as he picked up the phone for his weekly phone call with his Dad.

“Hello to you too, Kurt,” he said, and Kurt smiled, “So how’s your week been,” he asked, and Kurt sighed.

“Well Blaine’s living with me.”

“Why’s that? I thought he was living with that boyfriend of his, Peter or whatever it is.”

Kurt sighed again, knowing that it was best just to explain the whole situation to his father then, “Well, Blaine’s pregnant-“ Kurt heard his father Breath in sharply before speaking, cutting Kurt off.

“So he’s living with you?” he asked, and Kurt shook his head before speaking again.

“Patrick didn’t want the baby,” he said, and he felt tears start to pool in his eyes, and was glad that Blaine was at the store right now, “He told Blaine that if he didn’t get an abortion he could get out of their apartment,” he said, “And I can’t see how anyone wouldn’t want their own child, and Blaine was so heartbroken, and-“

“Calm down Kurt,” Burt said, and Kurt took in a deep breath, and Burt continued, “You did the right thing, if Patrick didn’t want his own child and Blaine did, then letting Blaine live with you was the best thing for you to do.”

“Well of course I’d let him live with me, I lo-“ Kurt cut himself off, realizing what he was about to tell his father, glad that no one was there to see his blush.

“I know you do bud, and I wouldn’t expect anything less of you.”

~O~O~O~

Blaine’s first real boyfriend had been Patrick, who was also the only person Blaine had really been in love with, but now, Blaine felt like he may be falling for Kurt. They’d been best friends since they met, roommates at Dalton, and had moved to New York together (along with Rachel, Santana and Patrick as well, but still) after high school, and at times, Blaine wished that he had asked Kurt out instead of Patrick back in high school, and that it was Kurt’s child growing inside him opposed to Patrick’s.

He was a little over a month along now, and along with the morning sickness, fatigue and cravings, when Kurt would be there to hand him a glass of water after being sick, and made sure to purchase extra salami and watermelon at the grocery store, his heart went from aching from where Patrick stomped on it, to beating with a constant thrum of KurtKurtKurt.

~O~O~O~

When Blaine awoke, one of Kurt’s arms securely wrapped around his chest, the other resting gently on the barely there curve of his stomach, he had to wonder why.

That is until Kurt thrust his hard cock up against his ass and let out a low moan.

~O~O~O~

As Kurt took in the sight in front of him, he let out a low moan. It was Blaine, his stomach rounded with their child, stretched out on their bed, his cock hard and flushed red, curving close enough to his stomach that if it twitched even the slightest bit forward, a sticky drop of precome would be left in its place.

“God Blaine,” he moaned, taking in every inch of his boyfriend, his eyes lingering on his tender nipples, and his slick fingers, which were pumping in and out of his ass, eyes glittering dark with lust. “You look so hot like that, stretched and needy and ready to take my cock.”

“Please Kurt,” Blaine whimpered, and Kurt was in front of him naked and kissing him hard, gently removing his fingers and replacing them with his own, smiling when Blaine’s ass clenched down around them.

“God, I love you so much,” he said, before slicking his cock up with lube, moaning a bit at the contact, and then lining himself up with Blaine’s entrance and thrusting inside his lover.

~O~O~O~

Blaine felt himself growing harder with each thrust and grind of Kurt’s cock against his ass, with each of the delicious whimpers and quiet moans and gasps that shot sparks of arousal through his body.

“Blaine,” Kurt gasped in his ear, and Blaine stiffened, before realizing that his name was accompanied with a particularly hard thrust of the hips, and that Kurt was still asleep behind him.

Kurt was asleep and dreaming about him.

Blaine moaned, thrusting his ass back against Kurt’s cock, creating more friction when he heard it.

“Love you.”

It was a simple admission, but when coming from Kurt, even in his sleep, when he was dreaming about him, made his heart beat faster, and when Kurt came moments after, he didn’t even notice him wake up.

~O~O~O~

When Kurt woke up, three things immediately registered in his mind.

A) He had come in his pants.

B) He was still hold Blaine tight against his chest, and had been holding him while having a wet dream about him.

C) Blaine was very much awake.

“Oh shit, God, Blaine I’m so sorry,” Kurt began, immediately attempting to unwrap his arms from around Blaine, who held them in place.

“No, don’t be,” Blaine said, rolling over in Kurt’s arms, so he could see his face.

“I practically sleep molested you Blaine, don’t tell me to-“ he began, but was cut off when Blaine pressed his lips gently to Kurt’s.

~O~O~O~

Blaine wasn’t exactly sure what made him kiss Kurt, but he wasn’t necessarily annoyed by it. Kissing Kurt was… fantastic, Blaine could hardly even describe it, it was just… wonderful. When he pulled away, he smiled at Kurt, who was still blushing.

“You aren’t mad?” he asked, and Blaine shook his head, “Are you sure?” he asked, and Blaine sighed, grabbing Kurt’s hand and pressing it to his crotch, where his cock was still straining against his pyjama’s.

Kurt’s eyes widened, his eyebrows shooting upwards, “I am definitely not mad,” he said, and in response, Kurt squeezed his hand that was cupping Blaine’s cock gently and smirked, whispering in his ear.

“Well how about we take care of you then?”