Kurt and Blaine lay sprawled out on the living room rug, staring up at the ceiling.

“How much longer do you think she's going to keep doing this to us?” Kurt whispered, turning his head to look at his fiancé. Kurt was still nauseous from earlier when he had coughed up a pretty nasty hair ball. Blaine stayed as still as possible, covered in head to toe calamine lotion due to an extreme allergy he had to the blackbird feathers he found himself covered in. He had finally shed them all about the same time Kurt had lost all his tangerine covered fur and his tail. He didn't relish being a bird…but being groomed by Kurt was another erotic, disturbing story.

Blaine's eyes shifted, trying to catch a glimpse of the wall clock in the kitchen.

“Well, it's eleven o'clock now…just one hour till midnight. So about another hour.”

“Yes!” Kurt cried happily, no longer caring who heard. “Just one more hour, then we break out the vodka, do some shots, and forget any of this ever happened.”

“Wait,” Blaine said, stopping Kurt's premature celebration. “Now that we're nearing the end, shouldn't we try and learn a lesson from all this?”

“Like what?” Kurt groaned. “That our lives are not our own? That we are make believe constructs of someone else's sick imagination? Play things for someone else's sick amusement?”

Blaine bobbed his head while he thought about what Kurt had said.

“Well, there's that,” he agreed, “but what about the part where life can take unexpected and exciting turns? That there will be ups and downs, but you and I can stand strong as long as we stand together?”

Kurt turned and looked at Blaine's pink, splotchy face, offering him a weak smile.

“You're so wise, Blaine Anderson,” Kurt said. “I'm so glad I said yes.”

Blaine smiled, turning back toward the ceiling.

“Sooo, another hour?” Kurt confirmed.

“I'd say so,” Blaine answered.

Kurt sighed.

“Do you think that'll be before or after I have this baby?”

Blaine's sigh answered Kurt's.

“Let's hope before,” Blaine said. “But just to be on the safe side, you should probably cross your legs.”