"Is that so?" Blaine smirked. "So your father allows boys in your room, huh? Isn't he worried that I will take advantage of you?"

"Not really." Kurt drawled.

"Oh?"

"Lily is bunking with us."

"Oh." Blaine repeated, this time with a tiny pout.

"Stop sulking, it'll be fun!" Kurt said cheerfully, as he pulled the handbrake and unfastened his seatbelt. "With Finn and Rachel staying over as well, it'll be like old times, and tomorrow morning we'll all gather in the living room in our PJ's and open Christmas presents and- I'm acting like a child, I know…" He smiled bashfully at Blaine.

Blaine shook his head. "Nah… it's adorable. It's going to be a perfect Christmas, with my fianc� and my daughter and my future family-in-law… And it's even snowing." He caressed Kurt's cheek briefly with his thumb. "I can't wait to start the rest of our life together."

"Me neither." Kurt breathed, thrilled at Blaine calling him his 'fianc�'. He could only imagine how good it would feel to call each other 'husband'.

"Daddy, I'm cold!" Lily piped from the back of the car. "I wanna go inside!"

"Sure, sweetie." Blaine grinned at his daughter, then turned back to Kurt. "You take Lily and I'll get our bags out of the trunk, okay?"

"Yup! Come on little monster!", Kurt beamed at Lily , "Ready for your very first 'Hummel-Hudson-Anderson-Berry Christmas'?"

At the front door, they were greeted by Carole, who gave them each a cuddle, followed by an enthusiastic yet painfully crushing hug by Finn.

"Hey Bro, hey Blaine, so good to see you!" He grinned. "You too, little lady!" He waved at Lily.

"Hi uncle Finn." Lily giggled, as she strained her neck to look up at him. "Where's aunt Rachel? Does she still have a baby in her tummy?"

"Yes she has, sweetie. She's on the couch in the living room, having a little lie-down." Finn turned to Kurt and Blaine. "Just to warn you guys, she's a bit grumpy. Her back has been killing her since last night."

Kurt winced in sympathy. "Ouch. Thanks for the heads-up."

"Grampa Butt! Grampa Butt!" Lily shouted, dashing into the living room, where Burt was holding his arms wide open, ready to catch the little girl.

"Hey buttercup!" He laughed as he lifted her onto his arm.

Lily reached out to pinch his nose. "It's Lily, grampa Butt, my name is Lily!"

Burt chuckled. "Oops, my bad. Hey boys, glad you're here." He smiled at Kurt and Blaine. "You can put your overnight bags in your old room, Kurt . We've set up the air mattress for Lily."

"Thanks, dad." Kurt turned to Blaine. "Wanna come upstairs with me? I'll show you my room."

Before Blaine could even nod, Burt intervened. "Oh no you won't, Kurt. If I allow you two lovebirds to go upstairs I'm pretty sure we won't be seeing you back any time soon." He grinned.

"Fine…" Kurt grumbled. "I'll do it by myself." He threw Blaine an apologetic smile and took the bags from him.

Blaine grinned in mischief. "Don't worry honey, we'll just cuddle on the living room couch then, for everybody to see." He gave Kurt a loud peck on the cheek and a slap against the butt.

Lily giggled loudly as she watched Kurt leave, then twirled around to Burt with a conspiring twinkle in her eyes . "Grampa Butt, Daddy and Kurtie are so in love! They are getting-!"

"Lily!" Blaine interrupted his daughter with a slight squeak. "Have you seen that beautiful Christmas tree over there in the corner! Look, it has so many pretty lights!" He walked towards the tree and gestured for her to come over, figuring he'd better keep her distracted before she spilled the beans about him and Kurt.

"Oooooooh…" Lily gawked. "So pretty! It's really pretty, Daddy! Did you make the tree?"

"Grandma Carole did, sweetheart." Burt answered. "Didn't she do a great job?" He squatted down next to her to point out the many decorations, while Blaine wandered towards the couch where Rachel was. She gave him a tired smile in greeting.

"Hey…"He whispered, sitting down carefully along the edge of the couch. "That bad, huh?"

Rachel nodded wordlessly.

"Can you describe it for me?" Blaine asked.

With a heavy sigh, Rachel wet her lips. "It's my lower back. It's aching so much; I can't get comfortable no matter what." She said in a strained voice.

Blaine nodded. "Okay. Are you experiencing any cramps whatsoever?"

"I… I don't know? It hurts so much I can't focus on anything else. Why?" A hint of fear settled itself into Rachel's expression. "You don't think there's anything wrong, do you?"

"Oh no, I'm sure everything is fine." Blaine hushed her, not wanting to cause any panic. "But let me know if it gets any worse, okay? I'm a doctor, so don't worry, you're in good hands." He winked.

"You're in excellent hands!" Kurt quipped, as he dropped on his knees next to Rachel and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Hi, honey. Want me to prop you up against some pillows? It'll put the pressure off your back."

Despite the pain, Rachel couldn't help but chuckle. "Wow, guys, a private doctor and nurse, what more could a girl ask for?"

Because Rachel was in no state to sit on a chair, Carole had offered to turn dinner into a buffet of finger food and snacks, and serve it in the living room, so everybody could just lounge on the couch while having a drink and a nibble. The idea had been enthusiastically received by everyone, and Kurt had promptly dived into the kitchen with Carole to help put together some "new culinary creations". Little than an hour later, they'd completely covered the coffee table with numerous trays of appetizing, bite size foods.

Burt handed everyone a glass of champagne, except for Rachel, who received some sparkly apple juice instead.

"I think a little toast is in order." Burt spoke, when everybody had settled down. Finn was sitting on the couch, his wife's feet resting in his lap while Carole had taken the seat on his other side. Burt occupied his usual chair in the corner and Kurt and Blaine were nestled into the love seat. Meanwhile Lily kept crawling onto her dad's lap and using his legs as a slide, much to Kurt's amusement.

"Now I know you're all hungry and this food looks darn tasty, so I'm not gonna take too long." Burt said, side-eying Finn, who was gazing at the trays like a wolf ready to pounce. "I just wanna say how happy I am." He smiled. "You know, every single one of us in here knows what it's like to lose a loved one. We all have suffered and mourned because of it, and I'm not gonna lie... a part of that sadness won't ever go away. But what I see in this room, on this evening..." He paused and gave each and every one of them an affectionate look before continuing. "It's proof that love is stronger than death. We are a family, not because of blood ties, but because we have found each other through love. It is that love that connects us. It's also that same love that has brought three wonderful additions to our family this year. Blaine, Lily, and he or she who has yet to be born and therefore cannot be named." Everybody chuckled at that. Burt raised his glass and continued. "So here's a toast to our wonderful family, and to the first of many Christmases we'll spend together!"

"Here, here!" They all answered, before taking a sip.

Kurt met his father's eyes and rewarded him with a smile full of love and warmth. There was so much hidden emotion behind that little speech. He knew his dad had been silently referring to the previous years, when Kurt had been broken and depressed, especially at Christmas time. How different things were now. And how happy they were, even after the tough and sometimes cruel times they'd all been through, not in the least during these past few months.

Taking Blaine's hand into his, Kurt gave his fianc� a questioning look. When he received a tiny nod in answer, he turned back to his family and cleared his throat. "I'd like to say something too, if I may?"

"Oh man!" Finn groaned in frustration. He'd been about to sink his teeth in a mini salmon quiche. "Hurry up!"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's okay, Finn, you can eat."

"Thanks!" His brother replied while stuffing the quiche into his mouth. "God, soooo good." He was nearly shuddering in ecstasy.

"Okay, now that Finn has been saved from starvation, there's something Blaine and I would like to tell you." Kurt said.

"Oh?" Carole's mouth quirked into a smile.

"The thing is… Blaine and I… we're no longer boyfriends." Kurt said in mock seriousness.

Carole's smile didn't falter; she obviously knew where this was heading.

Burt remained impassive, apart from a lifted eyebrow.

Rachel on the other hand, let out a panicked shriek. "Oh my God, what? Why? What happened?"

Blaine raised his hand. "I'll explain what happened, if you'll allow me. You see, this evening, before we came here, Kurt dropped down on his knees and-"

"DUDE!" Finn yelped. "You can't talk about stuff like that in front of a toddler!" He pointed at Lily, who was looking at him as if he'd grown another head.

"He proposed, Finn!" Blaine said pointedly, before turning to Kurt with a soft smile. "Kurt asked me to marry him, and I said 'yes', so we're not boyfriends anymore… we are fianc�s now."

Blaine's announcement was followed by a flurry of cheers, laughter, hugs, kisses, and a few ear-splitting shrieks from Rachel.

After being squeezed half to death by Finn, Kurt moved over to the couch where Rachel was reaching out with grabby hands. "Kurt, I'm sooooo happy for you!" She laughed wholeheartedly. Her pain seemed momentarily forgotten as she embraced her best friend so tightly he almost ended up crushing her stomach.

"Careful Rach… I don't want to be the one to break your water." Kurt chuckled. Rachel shrugged in answer. "I don't care! You're getting MARRIED, Kurt! A wedding!" She let out another giddy shriek.

Meanwhile Blaine found himself being crushed into a hug by an emotional Burt. "That's great news, son. You've just given this old man the best Christmas present ever."

Blaine's heart skipped a beat. He felt so loved right now, not only by Kurt and Lily, but by this entire family.

His family.

"Thanks, Burt." He grinned while his future father-in-law released him from his strong grip. "Looks like everybody is getting amazing presents this year."

"That's because we've been extra super good this year, right Daddy?" Lily grinned up at him, with her short little arms locked around his leg.

"Yeah, honey…" Blaine scooped his daughter up and looked lovingly into her twinkling, blue eyes. His sweet little girl had lost so much, and she didn't even realize how unfair and cruel life had been to her.

"Will Santa bring my mommy back?" She asked with a confident smile.

Fuck. So much for not realizing.

The entire room fell silent. Six pair of eyes stared at Blaine – five pairs in dread, and one pair in hopeful expectation.

"No, sweetheart." Blaine sighed, trying to find the right words to say to his daughter, who's smile had now turned into a frown. "I… Santa would like to, but he can't, sweetie. Nobody can bring your mommy back."

Lily nodded sadly. "Because she's dead?"

"Yes." Blaine breathed. He drew her his daughter close against him as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I love you, baby." In that moment, as he felt her warm little body pressed against his, he wanted nothing more than to wrap himself around her, like a protective, comforting cocoon. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her, but right now, he felt like there was nothing he could do for her. Nothing except surrounding her with love.

There was so much love in this room. As if to prove his point, Kurt moved in front of him and wrapped his arms around Blaine, locking Lily in between them.

Blaine sighed and smiled at Kurt. He started humming a tune, while swaying them gently back and forth. With a wink at his fianc�, he began singing.

When all the world is a hopeless jumble
And the rain drops tumble on the ground
Heaven opens a magic lane

Kurt nodded and took over, turning his gaze to Lily.

When all the clouds darken up the sky way
There's a rainbow highway to be found
Leaving from your window pane

Blaine cut in with the next line.

To a place behind the sun

Kurt and Blaine harmonized their voices and locked eyes. Their eyebrows shot up in wonder at the beautiful sound they produced together.

Lily giggled excitedly.

Just a step beyond the rain

Ooooh Oooooh
Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
There's a land that I dreamed of once in a lullaby

Oh somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Oh somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?

The three of them were dancing in earnest now. Lily had her arms wrapped around both their necks and she bounced along eagerly as they continued singing.

Oh someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Oh somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?

"Yaaaaaaay!" Lily clapped her hands. "That was so extraordinary!"

Blaine let out a tiny snort. Lily had learned the word 'extraordinary' just a couple of days ago so she was prone to use it for anything that caught her fancy. Still, he couldn't deny that Kurt made a perfect duet partner. Even their voices were a perfect match. "Extraordinary indeed." He whispered under his breath, lifting his hand to lovingly caress Kurt's face.

Then Lily requested the 'Muppet Song' again, and before they knew it, the next hour turned into a sing and dance along.

Burt did an improvised tango with Lily while Kurt shook his hips as he sang 'Forget You' by Cee-Lo Green, backed up by Finn and Blaine. After rocking out to a few other songs, Kurt took pity on Rachel and sat down on the couch to sing 'Defying Gravity' with her, subtly taking over the higher notes when she got out of breath. Everybody listened in awe, except for Lily, who couldn't stop yawning by the time the final note died down.

"Okay, Lily, time to go to sleep now." Blaine picked up his daughter from the floor. She protested weakly. "But Daddy, I don't want to go to sleep yet..."

"Santa won't come while you're awake, sweetheart." Her father grinned playfully.

"Fine." Lily groaned. "But, one more song Daddy? Will you sing the song you always sing for me on the computer? And then I'll go to sleep, promise! Pleaaaase?" She negotiated fervently.

It wasn't hard for Blaine to figure out which song she meant. Whenever they had been skyping to each other and the distance had struck them extra hard, he had sung it to her.

It was 'their' song.

"Sure, honey." He said, and started singing quietly into his daughter's ear.

Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
from all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry

For one so small,
you seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry

He took Lily's small hand and placed it on his chest.

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart, always

Blaine continued singing while everybody gave Lily a kiss goodnight. Kurt led them both upstairs, and by the time Blaine laid her down in bed and finished singing the last words, his daughter was fast asleep, with her tiny face relaxed into a peaceful smile.

"That was the coolest Christmas sing-along ever, and we didn't even sing any Christmas carols!" Finn exclaimed. "We should sing together more often, reminds me of the good old days in glee club."

Kurt smirked as he curled up against Blaine on the loveseat, tucking his sock clad feet beneath him. "Sounds like a plan. We should have another reunion with the gang soon."

"How about an engagement party for you and Blaine?" Rachel piped. "Oh! When do you plan on getting married?"

"Rachel, I think it's a bit too soon to ask..." Carole said kindly.

Blaine and Kurt shared a wistful look of understanding before Kurt turned his gaze back to Rachel and answered. "We haven't thought about it yet. Obviously we can't get married in Ohio, and even if we do get married elsewhere, it's not recognized here." He said, lowering his eyes rather unhappily.

"Yeah... but we'll find the perfect moment. And when we do, nothing or no one is going to stop us from getting married." Blaine added, squeezing Kurt's thigh in reassurance. Kurt smiled gratefully and melted into a sweet kiss with his fianc�.

"Awwww, look at that." Rachel cooed.

Normally Kurt would tell his friend off for going all gooey-eyed on them, but right now, wrapped in the arms of his lover, he couldn't care less. The kiss seemed to go on endlessly, and it was only when Burt cleared his throat that they reluctantly pulled back, their foreheads remaining pressed together, as they were still devouring each other with their eyes.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your lovemaking session, boys." Burt said, coughing out a nervous laugh. "But I have got a little present for you."

Kurt and Blaine turned their attention to Burt, who was standing in front of them, holding a tiny yellow leather box.

"Dad?" Kurt's voice quivered slightly as his father handed him the box. "Are these..." He stared at the unopened lid and tried to swallow.

He knew what was inside. He'd played with them so often back when he'd been a kid.

"Our engagement rings, yes." Burt nodded. "It's a matching pair; your mom chose them. You don't have to wear them if you don't want to, I mean they're plain and not expensive – 'cause we couldn't afford much back then – but I know your mom would've want me to give them to you, so-"

"Thank you, dad." Kurt jumped up and his arms flew around his father's neck, clutching the box tightly between his fingers. "Thank you so much." He wiped quickly at his eyes and sat back down next to Blaine who was visibly both happy and intrigued.

"Can I see?" Blaine asked gently. Kurt nodded silently and opened the box to reveal two white gold bands. They were indeed plain, but with a delicate milgrain edge.

"Are they okay?" Kurt breathed nervously.

Blaine looked up and met his lover's anxious eyes. "They are perfect, Kurt."

With a relieved giggle, Kurt took the largest ring and gave it to Blaine. "Try it?" The smaller ring was a perfect fit for his own, slender ring finger.

Blaine slid the band onto his finger and did a couple of experimental shakes, making sure it wouldn't fall off. "I think it's just about the right size for me."

Kurt's heart did a somersault when he eyed both of their left hands, adorned with the shiny engagement rings. The reality of it all struck him once more, and it lighted a new fire of happiness inside. As he watched Blaine's beautiful face, as well as the radiant smiles of his family members, he knew one thing for sure.

Life had finally decided to be good to Kurt Hummel.

Or not...

Because Finn chose that exact moment to change the subject. "It think we should share some embarrassing childhood stories! Who wants to go first? Hey Kurt? Tell us again about that time you ended up in the ER with two French fries stuffed up your nose?"

Blaine burst out in laughter. "Excuse me but- WHAT?"

Kurt dropped his face in his hands and groaned loudly. He was going to kill Finn. And he could also forget about being his best man.

It was near midnight when Kurt and Blaine tiptoed up the stairs, trying carefully not to wake Lily and Rachel, who had gone to bed earlier that night.

"Wait!" Kurt whispered, as he grabbed Blaine's hand and led him away from their bedroom door and into the adjacent bathroom. Flipping on the light switch, he locked the door behind them and turned to lean with his back against it, peering at his boyfriend before him. The raised eyebrow and half-smirk that formed on Kurt's face caused a excited shiver to run down Blaine's spine.

"Um... what are we doing here?" Blaine asked in a low voice.

Kurt eyed him almost hungrily. "I thought it would be nice to finally have some alone time with my fianc�." He tilted his head towards the shower. "Care to take a shower with me, my dear future husband?" Pushing himself away from the door, he strutted towards Blaine.

Running his hands over Blaine's chest, Kurt leaned closer till their lips were all but touching. "Please?" he whispered, followed by a sharp intake of breath when Blaine firmly gripped Kurt's waist and forcefully smashed their crotches against each other. Kurt grunted, throwing his head back and locking his arms around Blaine's neck as the latter started rolling his hips slowly and enticingly.

Somewhere in the back of their minds, they both knew they were being reckless, fooling around in the bathroom like that, but the alcohol they'd consumed kept them from truly caring.

Blaine nuzzled Kurt's neck and breathed in his intoxicating scent. "You're so fucking gorgeous, honey. I'm going to be so good to you. You'll never want for anything, I promise."

Kurt whimpered in response. "Neither will you. But what I really want right now is for you to stop talking and start undressing me." he growled, before something dawned on him. "Oh! But without ripping my clothes to shreds this time... this is Michael Kors, remember!"

"Fine." Blaine smirked teasingly as he removed Kurt's turtleneck sweater with as much care as he could muster. "Get lost, Mister Kors, I want to ravish this hot man and you're in my way."

Only a few minutes later they found themselves in the shower, both equally naked, wet and lathered up.

Tossing the loofah haphazardly aside, Kurt backed Blaine against the tile wall, enjoying the feel of their slippery bodies pressed together. With a sweet yet sexy smile, he ran his fingers through his own drenched locks to comb them back, then did the same to Blaine, sliding his hands over Blaine's scalp, neck and shoulders in the most sensual way possible. A soft sigh fell from Blaine's parted lips, as his eyes fluttered closed.

With all the teasing and touching and caressing that had been going on, they hadn't shared a single kiss since entering the bathroom. So when Kurt finally leaned in and captured Blaine's inviting mouth, sparks flew everywhere.

Kurt smiled into the kiss as Blaine dropped his hands to cup his ass firmly, dragging him back and forth in a slow, sliding motion. Oh how he loved to flirt with Blaine; just... tease him and drive him wild with need. There was honestly nothing more erotic than seeing the otherwise composed, sensible doctor lose himself in a haze of desire, while knowing that he, Kurt, was the cause of that surrender.

On a non-sexual level, it made him feel even more loved and trusted. On a sexual level however, it made him want to spin Blaine around and fuck him hard, till he passed out from the pleasure.

"Oh yes... fuck yes, baby, do it... fuck me till I can't breathe..." Blaine panted, his eyes now hooded with lust, and Kurt realized he had inadvertently voiced his inner thoughts.

"Are you sure?" Kurt said. Blaine answered by rummaging through the shower caddy, finding a bottle containing some type of body oil, and thrusting it into his boyfriend's hands. He then swiftly turned around to face the wall, pressing against it and arching his back.

Oh wow.

That was quite a vision. Almost enough to bring Kurt to orgasm right there and then.

So. Fucking. Hot.

With a low groan, Kurt slowly ran one hand over the small of Blaine's back. Giving the bottle in his other hand a quick glance over, he decided it would serve fine as a lubricant. Popping open the cap with his thumb, he squirted a long, thin drizzle right in between those gorgeous ass dimples he adored so much. Another squeeze and Kurt figured it'd be enough.

He dropped the bottle back into the caddy, wincing as it tumbled down and hit the shower floor with a loud thud. Except he couldn't care any less, because here he was, about to fuck this stunning human being before him, and all blood had long since evacuated his brain cells to head south.

Snaking his arm around Blaine's chest, Kurt rested his left-hand loosely against Blaine's throat, while using his right-hand to rub the oil in between Blaine's ass cheeks. He lightly teased Blaine's entrance with his finger, silently urging him to relax. As he pushed inside, Kurt started kissing and nipping at the back of Blaine's neck, paying special attention to the sensitive spot between his shoulder blades.

Blaine let out a low moan, prompting Kurt to tighten his hand around his throat for a second. "Hush..." Kurt whispered. "You need to be quiet if we're going to do this." Blaine nodded mutely and slumped his forehead against the wall.

With a skilful routine Kurt gently but steadily worked Blaine open – ignoring his lover's pleas to hurry up – until he was finally convinced that Blaine was ready to take it hard and fast. He hurriedly stroked his erection with his oil-covered hand and before Blaine could utter another word, Kurt pressed forward, reducing them both to choked back groans and sighs. Once he was fully inside, Kurt dropped his forehead against Blaine's shoulder while taking a deep, steadying breath. "Damn... so good..." he rasped, feeling Blaine settling down around him.

Slowly, and very smoothly, he began to rock his hips, watching himself slowly slide in and out of Blaine's willing body. Although nearly impossible, the sight made him grow even harder in response.

Digging his fingers into Blaine's hips, he guided their movements into a perfect harmony of sensual thrusting and playful gyrating, until – after a mere few minutes – Blaine's impatient whines reminded Kurt of his fianc�'s hunger for more.

"What do you want?" Kurt whispered hotly into Blaine's ear, flicking his tongue at a drop of water making its way down Blaine's jaw. He knew it was a bit cruel to torture Blaine like that, but it was for their own benefit, because Kurt knew he wouldn't last long once they really got going.

With a frantic grunt, Blaine twisted his head around and grazed Kurt's cheek with his lips. "You." He panted, the hot puffs of air tingling against Kurt's skin. "I want you. Now... Harder... More." And then Blaine released the magic word that snapped all restraints inside of Kurt. "Please..."

Incapable of holding back any longer, Kurt cupped Blaine's face, crashed their mouths together and snapped his hips forward, swallowing their mingled, desperate groans as he picked up a frenzied pace.

It didn't take more than a few minutes before the heat became unbearable. Kurt lowered one hand to wrap his hand around Blaine's erection, desperately needing his lover to come, so he could come as well.

Luckily Blaine was so far gone that it took only a few practised strokes to tip him over the edge, his face contorting in pleasure as he gulped in a mouthful of air and froze, his hips trembling as he spilled all over Kurt's hand.

When it was over, Blaine slumped back against Kurt and exhaled forcibly, adding an appreciative moan as Kurt rocked his hips experimentally; almost as if asking permission to continue. "Go on, baby..." Blaine muttered with a tired, satisfied half-smile. "Take what you need. I'm all yours."

Kurt didn't need to be told twice. Locking his arms around Blaine's chest, he started fucking into him as hard and as fast as he could. Driving towards his orgasm at a frightening speed, he forced back a scream when he finally crashed into it and exploded into a million pieces, feeling everything and knowing nothing. The only thing that kept him tethered to earth was the person in his arms. The love of his live. The man he was going to marry. His Blaine.

Wow.

Kurt couldn't help the elated giggle that escaped his throat. He linked his hand through Blaine's and lifted them to press a kiss upon each of their rings. Blaine shared a knowing smile with Kurt and mimicked his gesture.

No words were needed, and the only sound in the bathroom was the clatter of the still running water.

Until a sharp knock on the bathroom door burst their secluded little bubble.

"What the hell?" Kurt frowned as he turned down the water and quickly reached for a towel.

The doorknob rattled loudly but of course it wouldn't budge.

"Kurt? Blaine? Are you in there, bro?"

"Damn, it's Finn." Kurt hissed, as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "He's gonna wake up the house."

With an annoyed huff, Kurt unlocked the door and opened it slightly, shielding the rest of the bathroom from view with his body. "What's wrong, Finn, why are you making such a racket?" He whispered sharply.

Finn looked at him, wide-eyed and frightened. "Dude, I'm sorry, I waited until you two were finished with –you know – but I kinda need you to come out now."

"Why?" Kurt shrugged. "There's another bathroom downstairs, isn't there?"

"It's not that... It's Rachel." Finn answered.

"What about Rachel?" Blaine asked, popping his head up over Kurt's shoulder.

"I think she's in labour." Finn said in a panicked voice. "Like, her water broke and everything. Can you please come?"

Kurt nodded speechlessly, as Blaine – already dry and dressed in his boxer briefs – immediately flew into full doctor mode. "Give us five minutes, Finn. We'll get dressed and I'll get my medical bag out of the car trunk." He opened the door further and stepped into the hallway. "Meanwhile could you get Rachel's Ob-Gyn on the phone for me? I'll need to check on her status."

"Um... sure." Finn answered with a small voice, his gaze following Kurt who was now leaving the bathroom, his clothes gathered in his arms.

Blaine gave Finn a reassuring pat on the shoulder and a confident smile. "Don't panic. Everything will be okay."

"Yeah..." Finn nodded, his face still creased with worry.