Wednesday Morning

"Good morning, my little house wife!"

Blaine looked up from the sink to shoot his husband a glare. He opened his mouth to make an irritated comeback, but then glanced down at himself. He had been making an especially messy breakfast that morning and hadn't wanted to get anything on his clothes. Unfortunately the only apron he'd been able to find was one that Carole had left behind from last Thanksgiving, and it was covered in flowers and ruffles. He smirked a little, then glanced back up at Kurt who was grinning at him widely.

"If I'm your housewife then you'd better bring me some flowers when you come home from work today." Blaine responded sassily.

"Done," Kurt ginned as he pulled on his lab coat. He turned then to call down the hall.

"Elly! Addy! Get moving! Teeth brushed and backpacks on. We need to leave for school in ten minutes!"

Kurt moved over to the kitchen table then and took a damp cloth to wipe down Liam's sticky hands before pulling the toddler into his lap.

"How was breakfast, honey? Did you like the pancakes Blaine made?" Liam nodded happily and Kurt grinned back as he held the small boy close.

After careful discussion, he and Blaine had decided to still refer to themselves as Kurt and Blaine to their foster kids. They were hoping that this would be a discreet way of getting Liam to think of them as caregivers, not parents. They honestly didn't mind, and secretly loved, when he called them daddy. They were worried about the repercussions though, if the time ever came for them to be taken away. They were currently waiting to hear more news from Finn about the status of the mother and whether another family member could try and claim custody. For the two dads, every day spent with Tia and Liam was a day spent more in love with the children. They were anxiously awaiting news that the kids would be able to stay with them more permanently.

"Okay, sweetie. I've gotta go to work. You be good, okay?" Kurt placed a small kiss on the boy's head and set him back in his chair. He leaned over then to cup Tia's cheek and give her the same kiss. She reached out a hand and touched his nose with a grin, squealing happily before jamming another soggy piece of pancake in her mouth. He smiled at her antics before turning back to his husband. He came up behind Blaine, putting his arms around the nurse's waist and kissing his neck.

"I'm gonna miss you today, baby," he said softly into the nurse's ear. Blaine turned around and looped his own arms around the doctor's waist.

"Me too," Blaine sighed, leaning in for a kiss. "A lot. Don't get me wrong. I absolutely love this time at home with Liam and Tia, and a break from the craziness of the hospital is definitely nice, but one thing is for sure. I was NOT meant to be a full-time, stay-at-home dad." Blaine's eyes widened with a sightly crazed look and he shook his head slowly as he spoke. Kurt laughed a little, but looked at his husband with sympathy.

"What makes you say that?" Kurt asked.

"The fact that when you get home from work, I am so desperate for adult conversation that I was willing to listen to you talk for twenty minutes about that patient's infected ulcer last night." Blaine looked to the side in distaste. Kurt snorted a laugh and pulled Blaine close to him.

"I'll try to have something much more pleasant to talk to you about tonight when I come home." Blaine smiled at him appreciatively and pulled the doctor in for another kiss.

"Oh, is Cara still coming by today?" Kurt asked excitedly as he pulled away, reaching for his coat and bag. Blaine nodded happily.

"She should be here later this morning."

Kurt turned in surprise and looked at Blaine in disappointment.

"I wanted to see her! I thought she was coming this evening!"

"Relax, honey," Blaine smiled. "She's planning on spending the whole day here. I found out when I talked to her yesterday that her dad is out of town for a couple days. Apparently he's a truck driver and has to leave her on occasion for work. I couldn't stand the thought of her spending all that time alone, plus I really want to get to know her, so I asked her to come spend the whole day."

Kurt sighed. "This is gonna sound terrible, but I'm jealous. I want to spend a lot of time with her too. I want to be home with the kids. I want to spend more time with you! I wish so much that I could have taken this time off too." Blaine gave him a sympathetic little pout as he checked on Elliott and Addy's school lunches.

"I know, Kurt. Just remember though. The hospital board already told us that when we found a baby to adopt, they would allow us both to take paternity leave. We'll get twelve whole weeks at home when the baby is born, just us together with the kids!" Kurt nodded but laughed.

"They agreed so easily because we said we would take it unpaid, but I'm still grateful. It's going to be so great! We've never had time like that before. Time just spent as a family with no other worries."

They stepped together and held each other close. The smile on Blaine's face slid off after just a moment.

"Kurt?" He mumbled into the doctor's neck.

"What?"

"Please tell me that we'll still get out during those three months and have conversations with other adults though. I swear I'll lose my mind if we don't."

Kurt snorted a little laugh.

"Absolutely."

"Bye, daddy!" Addy flung her arms around Kurt and hugged him close before bouncing off to the school entrance.

"Bye, dad." Elliott spoke softly and clung to Kurt's waist, not letting go for a long moment. Kurt pulled back in concern and stooped down to his son's level.

"Are you okay this morning, monster?"

Elliott gave an indecisive shrug.

"What's up? Tell me, please," Kurt asked gently. Elliott eyed him carefully before sighing heavily.

"You know that kid, Jonah?" Kurt's stomach sank as he nodded slowly.

"Well, Addy and me were telling everyone at school yesterday about all of our new kids. Most the kids thought it was really cool and fun, but Jonah called us freaks again." Elliott looked at his father sorrowfully. "I know that he's wrong, daddy. It just makes sad."

"I get it, buddy," Kurt answered in a soft voice. "You're allowed to be sad if someone talks to you that way." He lowered his head to look his son directly in the eye. "Do you want me and daddy to talk to your teacher, or maybe Jonah's parents?" Elliott quickly shook his head.

"No. He's not hurting me, really. I just think it's sad that he doesn't know it's not nice to talk to people that way. I'm just gonna be nice like Daddy Blaine said, and show him that we're good people. He won't know unless we show him."

Kurt had to work hard to keep the tears from spilling over. He couldn't help thinking that if more adults thought this way, the world would be a better place.

"You're a lot like your daddy, you know that?" He said to Elliott with a smile. The boy grinned and kissed his father on the cheek before turning to head in to school.

"Hey, El," he called out. "You know that the other thing daddy said was true too though, right? That you are allowed to stand up for yourself and your family if you need to?"

Elliott rolled his eyes.

"Of course, daddy. I punched someone in the eye for Addy, remember? If anyone is mean to my family, I'll know what to do!" He turned on his heel and ran into school.

Kurt didn't know whether to feel proud or scared. He bit his lip anxiously.

Oh lord. I just officially gave my son permission to beat people up. Thank God he has common sense!

"Knock, knock?" Cara called down the front hall. She had knocked at the door, but no one had answered. She knew that Blaine was home, both because his car was in the driveway and because they had texted only minutes ago. She made her way down the hall cautiously, not sure if she was expected to just enter on her own. She tiptoed her way toward the living room, and couldn't hold back a little "Awww!" at what she found.

Blaine was sprawled out on the couch, one arm up and resting over his head. His other arm was snug around Liam who was collapsed on his chest, sound asleep. Tia was sitting on top of him too, but wide awake and happily chewing on a small teething ring. When the baby saw Cara enter the room, she let out a happy gurgle and held out her arms to be picked up. Cara smiled brightly and walked over to gently scoop the girl into her arms. It was a little awkward because of her already protruding belly, but she soon found a comfortable position in a rocking chair, and played with Tia quietly. Cara smoothed back the soft blonde tendrils that were escaping their tiny pigtails and gazed at the little girl happily.

She had learned a little bit about the two foster children on Sunday. Without divulging too much of their personal information, the men had shared what type of environment the kids had come from and how they were taking care of the two little ones, at least temporarily. Cara had taken notice of how underweight the children were, and of the bruises covering their skin. Only three days later she felt like she could see a difference in both kids. The bruising was turning from dark browns and purples, to lighter browns and yellows. They were still obvious and looked painful, but they were healing. The children also seemed to have taken in a vibrant and healthy glow. While they hadn't had much of a chance to put on weight yet, it was obvious what kind of affect eating regular meals was having on them. Their cheeks were filling out just the tiniest bit and they no longer appeared so frail that they would snap if you hugged them too hard. Seeing first-hand how these men treated children that weren't biologically their own made Cara more sure than ever that she was making the right choice.

"You know," she whispered softly to the little girl. "You struck it pretty lucky when this family took you in, sweetpea."

Tia giggled and crammed the teething ring as far as she could into her mouth, causing herself to choke for a moment before spitting it out with large amounts of drool. Cara laughed and wiped away the excess with the sleeve of her shirt.

"Did you know that the baby in my tummy is gonna be a part of this family too?"

Tia looked at her with wide eyes and made a soft O shape with her mouth. Cara smiled again and nodded. She knew that the baby didn't really understand, but it was fun to pretend.

"Yeah. This is one lucky nugget."

Tia laughed out loud then and clapped her hands together. Cara beeped the girl's nose with a smile.

"These daddies are gonna have their hands full, but they're pretty amazing. If anyone can handle it, they can."

She turned then, when she heard a rustling next to her, and saw Blaine stirring a little in his sleep. With eyes still closed, he reached out a hand sleepily to feel for Tia. When his hand came up empty, he grasped again, a little more frantically. His eyes popped open and he was about to bolt upright in panic when Cara reached out a hand to touch his shoulder.

"It's okay! I've got her, she's right here."

He looked over at her in surprise before glancing at a smiling, gurgling Tia. He dropped his head back on the couch, sighing in relief.

"I'm sorry that I scared you, and I'm sorry to have just let myself in. No one answered the door and I knew you were expecting me..." she trailed off awkwardly, suddenly feeling incredibly uncertain. She bit her lip for a moment before blurting out. "Oh gosh. I just totally overstepped my boundaries, didn't I? I do that all the time! I just feel a connection to people, and then it feels like they're my best friends, and then I get too comfortable, too fast and then I scare people off! It's like in Finding Nemo! I'm Dori and anyone I like is my squishy! I try to pet them and end up getting stung!"

Blaine just stared at her in amusement during her little tirade, before bursting into laughter. She smiled at him hesitantly, thinking that laughter had to be a positive response. When Liam started in surprise from the sudden movement and noise, Blaine rubbed him on the back reassuringly and sat up, still holding the boy close. He looked over at Cara with a bright smile.

"Oh, honey. You're preaching to the choir. I scare people away with my overzealous friendliness ALL the time. Just ask Kurt. I embarrass him constantly. Last time we went out to eat I hugged the busboy. Don't even bother asking me why I thought it would be appropriate," he said at Cara's questioning look. "Apparently I felt like he was a kindred spirit at the time."

"Daddy?"

Blaine looked down at Liam with a smile.

"What do you need, sweetie?"

"Juice?" Liam asked timidly. Blaine ruffled the blonde hair and stood, setting the boy on his feet.

"Sure thing, bud." He stooped to take Tia from Cara's arms and offered a hand to help the girl stand to her feet. Cara took it gratefully. At seven months along, she was already feeling like her equilibrium was completely thrown off, and standing up was no easy feat.

They made their way to the kitchen, and after setting the kids up with juice and crackers, Blaine and Cara sat down at the table together.

"I'm so sorry that I was asleep when you got here," Blaine grimaced. "Both of the kids kind of settled down on top of me and I was so exhausted..."

"Don't even worry about it," Cara smiled. "Tia and I played and chatted for a few minutes. It was fun!" The teen reached over to tug at one of Tia's tiny pigtails, causing the little girl to coo happily.

"She really likes you," Blaine observed gently.

"I love kids," Cara responded without looking at Blaine. "I've been babysitting since I was twelve. I haven't babysat since I got pregnant and I miss it so much!"

Blaine swallowed hard and nodded. This seemed like a scary road to go down. Hearing Cara talk about how much she loved children led him to wonder why she was giving her baby up. It was a question that he really didn't want to ask, but knew that he probably should. She looked over at him, noticing his sudden silence. She smiled sadly, realizing what he was thinking.

"I'm not going to change my mind, Mr. Hummel. Yes, I love children, and I do want to have my own someday. I even want to work with them in some way when I graduate... but I'm not ready to be a mom. I know that. Some girls can have babies at my age and do well, but that's just not me. I want this baby to have a stable home with two parents, and I want to be able to go away to college without worrying about being a single mom. It may sound selfish..."

"No," Blaine reached across the table to hold her hand. "It doesn't sound selfish at all. It sounds like you really thought this through and figured out what will work best for you."

Cara nodded thankfully and wiped away some tears that had escaped.

"Um, can I ask you something kind of personal though?" Blaine asked cautiously. Cara laughed.

"I'm giving you my baby, Mr. Hummel. If things go the way we discussed on Sunday, you're going to be in the room when I give birth. Let's just assume that nothing is too personal from this point on."

Blaine snorted a little laugh. "Good point. Before I say anything else though, I'm not Mr. Hummel. I'm just Blaine, and you don't need to call my husband Dr. Hummel like you did on Sunday. You can call him Kurt." When she looked at him skeptically he nodded his head quickly. "Trust me. I know my husband. If someone younger than him refers to him as Dr. Hummel it makes him feel old. You'll be doing us all a favor by making him feel young and calling him by his first name. By all means, stroke my husband's ego." She giggled and nodded.

"I can do that... Blaine." She looked at him pointedly with a grin.

"Good," he smiled. "Now, on to my personal question. I know that you're only sixteen, and you've talked about graduating and going to college. Why aren't you in school right now?"

She sighed. "I just wasn't comfortable going to school anymore. I went to an all girl's private school. They were really strict and not exactly the picture of acceptance when I showed up pregnant this fall. Dad and I talked and agreed. He got me a tutor, so I'm homeschooling for right now. I'll go back to school next year and graduate."

"I'm really sorry you felt like you had to leave school," Blaine said sympathetically. Cara just shrugged though.

"It's really okay. I kinda hated that school. I'm going to transfer to a public school next year."

"Well," Blaine went on with a grin. "The plus side is that we get to spend lots of time together since you aren't in school all day long."

Cara nodded eagerly. "It works out really well. We get to spend time getting to know each other and I don't have to be alone while my dad travels. He felt so much better leaving this morning knowing that I'd be spending time with you guys. He hates leaving me alone, especially now, so he doesn't take nearly as many jobs... Oooh..." she sat up straight in her seat and placed her hand on her abdomen, slowly letting out a deep breath.

"Are you alright?" Blaine asked anxiously. She took another breath and shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I think that this little nugget is taking up kickboxing though. Wowzer. I feel like a hole has been torn somewhere inside me." Blaine laughed and shot her a sympathetic look. When she met his eyes though, she could clearly see the longing there. She was afraid he might bite through his lip, he was trying so hard not to say anything. She nodded her head with a smile.

"You can feel the baby move if you'd like."

Blaine looked at her with wide eyes before diving to his knees. He placed both hands and his face on the large bump with a sigh of contentment. Cara laughed.

"Really, Blaine. You don't have to be afraid to ask me stuff like this. I'm a super physical person, so the touching doesn't bother me. Plus, one of the main points of us spending this time together is so that you guys can experience the pregnancy part of having a baby. I'm thinking that feeling the baby move and talking to it and stuff is a big part of that."

"Please repeat that to my husband. He threatened to take away all of my bowties if I was over-eager and scared you away." He looked up at her suddenly with one eyebrow raised. "SEE! I told you we were alike! I'm a Dori if ever there was one. You're in just as much danger of becoming MY squishy."

"We'll be each other's squishy then, and it'll balance out," she grinned. He laughed before placing his cheek back down between his hands, waiting to feel that elusive kick. He didn't have to wait long. A sound little thump hit him square on the cheek.

"Wowzer is right! Man! Your uterine wall is probably black and blue!" He pulled back and looked at her with a scrunched up nose. "That was a weird thing to say, wasn't it? I promise that I'm not socially awkward, I'm just a nurse. My brain goes straight to the medical aspect of things."

"It was a funny kind of weird. My kind of weird," she reassured him with a laugh.

He sighed in satisfaction once again as he adjusted his hands slightly to feel the baby's continued movements. He thought to himself that he couldn't wait to talk to this little one, and sing it songs, and feel it move every chance he got. He swallowed away a little bit of sadness, realizing that he was going to be able to experience this more than Kurt, at least for this week. Then it hit him that when he returned to work next week, his time with Cara and the baby would be just as limited as his husband's. He tried to push away the sadness though and focus on enjoying the moment. That's when inspiration struck.

"Hey," he said carefully as he pulled back to look at the teen. "I just had a thought..."

"Thank you, Mr. Hudson," the judge said evenly as she looked over at Finn. "You may step down." The social worker nodded respectfully and moved from the stand. As he passed the defendant, he received an ice cold glare. The woman was practically seething with rage. Her lawyer placed a restraining hand over hers when she started to move from her seat.

"Sit down, Mrs. Meyers!" The judge called from her bench. Everyone in the room froze at the finality in her voice. The woman took her seat once again and turned her steely gaze toward the judge, who was not impressed.

"Mrs. Meyers," the judge started with a deep sigh. "Words cannot express how saddened and angered I am by this turn of events. You have sat in front of me on five separate occasions now. Your oldest child, who is now," she adjusted her glasses and looked closely at the file in front of her, "...thirteen, was removed from your custody five years ago, so your history does not speak kindly for you. The two-year-old in question was already taken away from you twice as an infant, so in my opinion you've been given too many chances where this child is concerned. As for the eleven-month-old, she has never yet been removed from your custody on a suspicion of abuse." The judge sat back in her chair and took a deep breath. She brought her clasped hands to her mouth, and tapped them against her lips a few times, deep in thought. She looked up then, gazing steadily at every person in her court room.

"Typically, I do not completely terminate a biological parent's legal rights on a first offense."

The defendant's eyes brightened. Finn felt a stab to his heart and had to control his urge to jump up and scream that this was ludicrous.

"Typically," she repeated, looking Finn straight in the eye with one eyebrow cocked. He held his breath, waiting for her to speak.

"I don't feel this this child's case is typical though. You have proven time and again that you are not to be trusted as a caregiver."

Finn did an inner fist pump.

"I am hereby permanently revoking your parental rights for both children and placing them in the custody of Child Protective Services. I am also sentencing you to eighteen months in prison followed by five years probation."

Finn ignored the screams that were thrown in his direction as the woman was dragged from the court room. He met the judge's eyes with a smile. She didn't smile back, but the side of her lip twitched slightly as she stood from the bench. Finn stood in respect with the rest of the room as she removed herself to her chambers, before doing another fist pump. This time on the outside.

Wednesday Afternoon

Blaine jumped happily in his car. He was ecstatic.

He was getting a much needed break from the house for an hour or so, he had come up with a couple of solutions for the major concerns that had been plaguing he and Kurt, and he was going to surprise his husband at work. It was turning out to be a pretty spectacular day.

His phone rang just as he was pulling out of the driveway. He glanced down to see Paul flash across the screen. Warmth spread through him as yet another plan formed almost instantaneously in his mind. He couldn't believe that this thought hadn't occured to him until now. This day just kept getting better. He answered through his Bluetooth with a wide smile.

"Hey, Grandpa Paul! Your timing is impeccable... Yeah, well, I have a little proposition for you...

"What's up with you, Mr. Grumpypants?" Simone eyed Kurt warily as she approached where he was standing next to the nurse's station. He shot her a little glare over the top of his glasses.

"I don't appreciate being talked to in that way while we're at the hospital."

"No one is around to hear me," Simone rolled her eyes. "You know I'd never talk to you that way in front of a patient or a med student. Right now it's just you and me. We've been friends for years now, and you are being a Grumpypants. Someone needs to call you out on it. That's what friends do. Call you out in things."

Kurt gave her a steadying look. "Is that right? So, Simone. How are things with Lisa? Would you care to share about that?"

The nurse shrank back a little before huffing out a breath of irritation. She shook her head at him and immediately turned to walk away. Kurt was immediately flooded with guilt.

It was still unclear exactly what had happened between the two nurses. At Kurt and Blaine's wedding reception three years back, the two women had gotten close. Over the next few months it was obvious that something was going on between the two of them. They were constantly flirting and spending time together, and there had been one very memorable afternoon when Kurt had found them making out in the break-room, Lisa's top flung to the other side of the room and hanging precariously from the edge of a table.

Not long after that incident though, things changed, seemingly overnight. Simone came into work one day, sad and depressed, quickly shutting down when anyone tried to speak to her. When Lisa came in that evening for her shift with red, puffy eyes, Kurt and Blaine knew immediately that something had gone down. Kurt had tried to talk to Simone, but she had stalked off, refusing to talk about it. Blaine had gone to Lisa, but after sobbing in his arms for a few minutes, she had also declined to talk about it. And that had been that.

It had been a good two years since everything had gone down, and the two woman had found a way to be friends once again, at least when at work. Every once in a while though, Kurt or Blaine would catch one of the women staring at the other longingly. Whenever they tried to discuss it with the girls though, they were told that it was in the past and nothing would change. Kurt knew what a tender subject this was, and realized that his comment had been a low blow. He ran after her and grabbed her hand.

"I'm so sorry, Simone. I never should have said that. Please forgive me?" He looked at her sincerely and she slowly smiled before giving him a playful little shove.

"Jerk."

"Yeah. I am. Do you forgive me?"

She sighed. "I guess. Seeing as this is like the one time ever that you've been a jerk in all the time that I've known you." Kurt smiled and pulled her into a quick hug.

"Look, I was totally out of line to bring it up that way," Kurt said hesitantly, "but I just... I hate seeing both of you unhappy. It's obvious that neither of you are totally okay. Even after all this time." Simone just looked at the floor and nodded.

"I know, and I appreciate it. I just can't..." she shook her head slowly. Kurt sighed and pulled her into another hug. She hugged him close before patting him on the back and pulling away.

"Okay, back on topic. Spill. Why are you being so irritable today? This is so unlike you."

"I know," he shrugged apologetically. "It's a combination of things I guess. When I dropped Elliott off at school he told me that he and Addy are being teased by another kid. Our adoptive mother is at the house today and Blaine texted me that he got to feel the baby kick, so I'm immaturely jealous that I missed it. I'm worried about Brandi. She's improving health wise, but she doesn't seem to be making much head-way emotionally. I want to help her, but I'm not sure how. I really hate not having Blaine at work with me. It feels weird to know that he's not just down the hall if I want to see him or just... kiss him."

"I think the biggest thing though, is that I'm realizing more and more that it's going to rip my heart out if Tia and Liam are taken away from us." Simone watched him with wide eyes.

"Liam's calling us both Daddy, Simone... already! We haven't even encouraged it, but we're sure as hell not going to tell a toddler that he can't think of us that way if he wants to. It's not even been a week and I feel like I'm just waiting for Finn to call me up and tell me that the kids have to go to another home for some reason... or worse, that for some insane reason they'll go back to their mom. I feel like I would just die if that happened." Simone looked at him sadly, her mouth open as if she was trying to come up with something that would be helpful. She cracked a wide smile though instead and placed her hands on his arms.

"I can't fix most of those things for you, but by turning you around... I can make one problem go away." She turned him around then, ignoring his look of confusion.

There, striding toward him happily, carrying a large bouquet of daffodils, was his husband. He laughed when Blaine did a fancy little skip and held his hands up in the air as a sort of 'Ta-da!'

Seconds later Blaine had reached him and was pulling him into his arms for a kiss that took his breath away. The doctor pulled back and the daffodils were promptly thrust in his face. He laughed and breathed them in deeply before tipping them to the side.

"I thought I was meant to bring YOU flowers," he smiled. Blaine shrugged and pulled him back in for another light kiss.

"I decided to be spontaneous and surprise you."

Kurt made an 'Awww' face and moved to connect their lips once more. He stopped though at a little push on his back. Simone was shooting them a mock glare with her hands on her hips.

"That's enough boys. I can appreciate romance as much as the next girl but you don't need to shove your loveyness in a single mom's face. You can guess how often I'm getting layed. Take it to your office please."

Kurt looked offended and started to say something in response, but Blaine just grinned and grabbed his hand. He yanked the doctor quickly down the hall, leaving a flurry of daffodil petals in their wake.

"Don't come looking for us for at least fifteen minutes," he shot out over his shoulder.

"Fifteen minutes?" Kurt looked at him indignantly. Blaine blushed and shrugged.

"Thirty." He called down to Simone. "Don't come looking for us for at least thirty minutes."

"Much better." Kurt smiled, all the while trying to hide his red face behind what was left of the flowers.

"Why are you here?" Kurt asked as Blaine shut the door behind them and turned the lock. Blaine just pushed the doctor up against the door, yanking his shirt from his pants and sliding his hands up the doctor's back.

"Sex now. Talk later."

"Who has the kids though?" Kurt asked with a little moan. Blaine was rubbing and stroking everywhere under his husband's shirt, and lightly grazed a nipple with his fingertip.

"They're fine. Sex now. Talk later."

"It's only been since Sunday, Blaine!" Kurt laughed a little breathlessly. He couldn't help but curl into his husband contentedly though, as the nurse kissed and sucked on his neck. Blaine reached a hand down and slid it across the doctor's ass, hiking a leg up onto his own hip. Blaine thrust his already firm dick against Kurt's and ground into him, making the doctor whine needily.

"Yes. Two days. Two whole days. That's a lot for us baby." He never stopped kissing up and down Kurt's neck the entire time he was talking, making his words sexily mumbled. For whatever reason, that turned Kurt on even more and he clung tightly with the leg that was hooked around Blaine's hip, thrusting forward sharply.

"We were planning on it Monday night," Kurt said in a gravely voice as Blaine removed his lab coat and shirt in one tug. He pushed up the doctor's tee so that he could kiss and lick at one of Kurt's nipples, causing him to shudder and thrust forward once more, this time involuntarily. "What happened... Oooohhh... holy shit, baby that's good," the doctor groaned. "What happened Monday? I can't remember why we didn't end up doing it."

"Tia puked," Blaine responded simply, pulling Kurt's undershirt off before yanking away his own.

"Ah, that's right. Presumably from sucking on a frog the day before."

Blaine snorted a little laugh while he worked at Kurt's belt. "The word 'suck', spoken in that context, shouldn't be turning me on, but all I can think about is you sucking on my cock right now... so, yeah..."

Kurt rolled his eyes and helped Blaine with his complicated belt, something the nurse had yet to master.

"Why didn't it happen Tuesday... Ooohh fuuuuck..."

Blaine grinned as he reached his hand further into his husband's pants, grasping him firmly.

"Sex. Now. Talk. Later."

All Kurt could do by then was groan.

"What do you want, baby," Blaine whispered into his ear.

"Bend me over the desk and take me," Kurt moaned in a breathless voice.

The nurse grinned as he pushed his husband back toward the desk, stripping them both down completely. He quickly reached around and into the top drawer to pull out the lube and condoms Kurt kept stashed there. He leaned in, kissing the doctor one final time. He parted Kurt's lips and swirled his tongue inside the doctor's mouth, tasting and claiming every inch of him. When he heard a desperate whimper and felt Kurt's erection press almost painfully into his hip, he pulled back. He placed one last, soft kiss on his husband's lips before quickly turning him around.

Blaine gently pushed Kurt forward and down, so that his chest and face were pressed down on the top of his desk. He nudged Kurt's feet apart, rubbing a hand over one cheek and then sliding a teasing finger up and down the doctor's crack. Kurt whimpered again and spread his feet even further, lifting his ass up a little more, presenting himself and practically begging to be touched. Blaine stroked himself for a moment, incredibly turned on just by the sight of his sexy husband in this vulnerable position, desperate and waiting for his cock.

He quickly rolled on a condom, knowing that when Kurt was prepped, he just wanted to be able to dive right in... literally. He quickly sunk to his knees, spreading Kurt's ass wide with his hands and went to work. He didn't start with the slow, tentative kisses and swirls of his tongue like normal. He went for straight on sucking and tongue fucking. Kurt gasped and clutched at the edge of the desk.

"Holy hell Blaine," he choked out, quickly starting to writhe and squirm on the desk. The nurse kept up his work with his tongue while reaching over with one hand to squirt a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He pulled back and stood as he slid his fingers down around Kurt's entrance, tracing around the already saturated hole for just a moment.

"Do NOT be a tease," Kurt sputtered in a low voice. "You can't freaking tongue fuck me and then go to light little touches... Oooohmygodyesdon'tstop!"

Blaine thrusted two fingers in quickly, moving in and out at a rapid pace. Kurt could only let out little moans of "Yes!" and "Please!", moving his hips with every thrust so that his husband's fingers were brushing against his prostate. Blaine added a third finger and then a fourth before quickly pulling out. He wiped his slicked up hand over his throbbing erection and bottomed out with one thrust.

Kurt was absolutely wrecked by that point. He had reached up one hand to grasp and pull at his hair, causing it to stick up on end and making him look thoroughly ravished. He had reached down with his other hand to start stroking himself, stammering little cries with every thrust.

Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's back and slid down to grip his husband's waist. He stuttered forward, feeling how near the end was. He only had few last thrusts in him.

Three... Sharp jolts of pleasure attacked his senses, spreading from his groin to every of his body.

Two... Behind his closed eyes, flashes of color sparked. The sharp jolts of pleasure turned into an intense wave. He was so close to that coming peak. He wanted to stay in this moment, where the fingers of his climax were edging their way into his senses. He could feel it closing in, building and throbbing. Every nerve was screaming for him to move and finish already, to feel that final, intense crash...

One... He screamed something. He wasn't sure what. His body shook and trembled as he clutched Kurt's waist so tightly that the pale skin turned an even brighter white. Even with his eyes shut, the room spun. The continuous waves of pleasure that were almost 'so good they hurt', washed over him.

He slowed his thrusts, calling Kurt's name in a broken voice. He could tell from his husband's writhing that he hadn't come yet, so he quickly pulled out, dove to his knees, whipped Kurt around and took all of the doctor's length in one go. Kurt grabbed his curls tightly with both hands and bucked forward with a small cry. The nurse relaxed his throat and gently massaged Kurt's hips, encouraging him to go for it. The doctor didn't hesitate and quickly lunged forward once again, thrusting in and out as swiftly as he was able. It only took seconds before he was pulling at the curls and coming hard down Blaine's throat, calling his husband's name. The nurse swallowed rapidly, and kept up a gentle sucking motion, until Kurt pushed him back with a breathless little laugh. He collapsed backward on his desk, breathing heavily with closed eyes. Blaine tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash before lying down on his back next to Kurt, letting out a sated breath.

"Okay. We can talk now, baby," he said in a voice still rough from the blowjob.

Kurt shook his head with a dreamy smile.

"Nope. Bask now. Talk later."

Blaine shook with laughter and sighed contentedly.

"Bask it is."