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Nov. 21, 2012, 3:09 p.m.
Never Grow Up, Darlin'
Your Little Hand's Wrapped Around My Finger
Kurt and Blaine decide to have a child, this is all written pre-season four. A lot of it pre-season 3 finale. This will be part of a series, where I have other one shots of them with their children.
T - Words: 3,747 - Last Updated: Nov 21, 2012 1,002 1 0 1 Categories: Cotton Candy Fluff, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Tags: established relationship, futurefic, kidfic,
“Kurt?” Blaine calls from the living room. “Hm,” Kurt answers absently, stirring a pot of pasta on the stove. “I want to have a baby.” Kurt is so taken aback by the suggestion that he drops the spoon into the tangle of noodles, he narrowly avoids squawking ‘What’ in utter horror. “Blaine, honey, why don’t you come here where I can hear you better.”
In response Kurt can hear the padding of sock feet across the wood of their Long Island apartment. Blaine pulls out a chair at the bar sitting in front of the stove where Kurt’s cooking. Kurt acknowledges him with a raise of the eyebrows, “Now, you were saying.” Blaine looks at Kurt earnestly, “I want to have a kid...with you...I want to have a family.” Kurt gnaws on the inside of his cheek, mulling it over in his head, “How do you mean....?”
Of course they’ve discussed it before. The topic’s been brushed upon more than once. More often than not, they’re on the same side. Two kids, maybe three, but always surrogacy, they’ve thought about adoption, but always leaned toward surrogacy. Blaine clears his throat, “I mean, let’s have a kid. We can do what Rachel’s dads did, we’ll screen women, and we’ll do that sperm swirl thing. We’re financially stable, we paid off all of our school, I get bonuses every other week, and you’ve got work rolling in more regularly then the tide in Jersey. And we can have children. Of our own,” Blaine’s tone is becoming pleading, fast and when Kurt looks into his deep brown eyes he can’t help but melt. Not that he was really disagreeing anyway, so shyly he murmurs, “Alright. Let’s have a baby.”
Blaine’s eyes light up, as if he’s a child you’ve just presented with the most wonderful toy in the world, “Really?” As Blaine gets up to wrap his arms around Kurt’s waist, Kurt laughs, “Of course really. I wanna have babies with you. I wanna get really old and have saggy butts with you. I wanna sit out on our balcony and talk about the good old days, while our grandchildren wreak havoc on our house. I wanna do so many things with you. So yes, let’s have a baby.” Blaine’s hugging him in earnest now, and crying, and then he’s grabbing some wine out of their fridge and pouring it into a glass and shoving it toward Kurt.
***
By the following Monday Kurt and Blaine have been in contact with Rachel’s dads and gotten the numbers for all the best surrogacy agents in town. Blaine’s sitting at his desk in a private practice law firm in uptown Manhattan when he gets a call from Kurt (who always has Mondays off). The instrumental for ‘Don’t Cry For Me Argentina’ explodes in Blaine’s office nearly making him knock over the numerous coffee cups that his desk is forever covered in. When he picks up it’s with a breathless, “Hello?” Kurt gives a small squeak on the other end of the line, “You’re not going to believe this Blaine!”
“What?”
“We got an appointment!”
“With who?”
“Dr. Avery! I mentioned the Berry’s and he was giving me a time and date faster than I could find a pen!”
“Oh my gosh! That’s fantastic! That’s fucking fantastic! Oh my God! Kurt! We’re having a baby!”
Kurt’s reply on the other end is smothered with ecstasy, “I know! I know! Oh my gosh! What are we going to name him? Or her? What about the nursery colors? And a crib? Oh my gosh! I’m gonna run down the street and get color swatches! Oh my goodness!”
Kurt can hear Blaine’s smile from the other end of the line when he says, “Kurt honey, slow down, we can discuss the names when I get home, and as for the nursery why don’t we find a surrogate first?” Kurt’s nodding so hard his might pop off and then Blaine says, “I’m going to assume that the rattling I hear is you nodding your head in agreement.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. And Blaine?”
“Yeah?”
“We’re having a baby!”
“I know babe. I know.
When Blaine hangs up his secretary pops her head in and says, “Mr. Anderson?” Blaine tilts his head up in acknowledgement, “Yes, Martha?” Martha’s usually cheerful smile broadens even more, “Did I hear that you and Mr. Anderson are having a baby?” Blaine’s smile has become so wide that it might very possibly expand off his face, “Yeah.” Martha comes all the way into the office and squeals, “Oh my gosh! Are you guys doing a surrogate? You have to let us do a baby shower here! Oh please! Please! Please!” Blaine smiles and says, “Well when we get one picked out, I’ll let you know what Kurt says. And Martha?” Martha’s headed out the door and she turns back, “Yes, Mr. Anderson?” Blaine flashes one more large smile, “Please just call me Blaine.”
That evening when Blaine comes in the first thing he smells is baked linguine. His favorite. He walks in to the kitchen and on the table is a casserole dish full of the stuff, two glasses of wine and a candle. Kurt walks in behind Blaine and takes his jacket, “Oh look, some little elf made us dinner.” Blaine turns in to Kurt and kisses him on the mouth, stifling his giggle. “A very handsome elf I see.” Kurt makes a noise of agreement and moves to pull Blaine’s chair out for him.
When they’re seated and eating Blaine smiles and says, “The girls at the office want to throw us a baby shower.” Kurt smiles, “Is that custom?” Blaine shrugs, “I don’t know really. But Martha just looked so excited I couldn’t bear to tell her no so I said to wait till we actually had a surrogate to start anything.” Kurt looks up from his plate and smiles widely at Blaine, “I love you.”“I love you too.”
“I know, but I felt like saying it.”
“I know what you mean.”
“I’m kind of super excited, like more excited than I was by NYADA.”
Blaine grins at Kurt with his puppy dog and says, “When’s our appointment?” Kurt sighs, “Thursday at two. Gosh that sounds so far away!” Blaine chuckles, “Well we’ve got work tomorrow and Wednesday so surely that will make the time go faster.” Kurt frowns, “I hope so.”
Blaine flashes a mischievous set of teeth, “I know what would definitely make the hours go by a bit faster.” Kurt waggles and eyebrow, “I was blow drying the lube before you walked in.”
“You naughty little boy.”
“I’m nothing if not prepared.”
“Does that mean you took the time to stretch yourself?”
“You’re just going to have to find that out for yourself aren’t you?”
“Race you to the bedroom. Last one with their clothes off has to give the winner a blow job.”
***
Thursday at lunch time Kurt’s far too anxious to eat with the rest of his co-workers. And by twelve thirty, Rachel’s had too much of his fidgety pacing. She drags him out of their lounge area and into a private dressing room. “Kurt?! What is wrong with you? You look like you’re about to explode?” Kurt all but screeches, “I might be!” Rachel reaches up to put a hand on his shoulder and force him into a chair, “What’s wrong?” Kurt sighs and Rachel uncrosses his legs so she can sit in his lap, “I just have an appointment at two and I’m worried about it.” Rachel furrows her eyebrows, “An appointment with whom?” Kurt chews his bottom lip and debates telling her, “Well Blaine and I have an appointment with Dr. Avery at two.” Rachel smiles, “You mean the surrogate doctor? Does that mean what I think!? Does it?! Does it?! Does it!?” Kurt nods. “Oh my gosh Kurt! That’s fantastic! You don’t need to worry about a thing. It’ll go great. OH my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” Kurt mopes, “I hope so.” Rachel hops off his lap and drags Kurt out of his chair, “Come on. You’re leaving now. I’ll tell Brad you felt sick. Go to Blaine’s office and hang out there till time for your appointment. And also, I expect that Finn and I be named godparents of this one. The next one Cooper and Emily can have, but this one’s mine. Oh my gosh! This is fantastic! Oh Kurt!” Rachel squeezes Kurt with way more power than anyone her size should possess and then she’s throwing him out the front door of their office building.***
Two hours later, Blaine and Kurt are seated in Dr. Avery’s office clutching one another’s hand like vices. When Dr. Avery walks in they both jump out of their seats and rise to shake hands with him. “Hello, I’m Dr. Avery, you can call me Paul though, and you must be the Anderson’s.” Kurt gives a shakey grin and answers, “Yes, I’m Kurt, and this is Blaine.” Dr. Avery gives a nod and takes his seat behind his desk saying, “Nice to meet you Kurt, Blaine.” They mumble out a response and Dr. Avery begins, “So you two would like to try surrogacy.” They nod in unison, then turn to smile at each other. “Now you two are aware of the costs that the surrogacy involves, such as hospital stays, doctor appointments, and of course the money for finding the surrogate.” Blaine answers this question, “Yes. We’ve made ourselves well aware and the Berry’s have promised to help us with any questions we may have.” Dr. Avery nods, “So with that, when would you like to start screening surrogates, and there will also be forms to fill out so we can find some in your preference.” Kurt pulls out his most charming grin and says, “Whenever your earliest convenience happens to be.” Dr. Avery shuffles around his desk and pulls out a folder stuffed full of forms, “Well if you two will follow Taylor there,” a young woman pops through the door to his office, “Into a room across the hall and fill out these papers, I will talk to you in a little bit.”The young woman leads them to a conference room and hands them each a pen, “Good luck you guys,” and a nice smile, and walks out the door. Kur looks to Blaine, “Can you believe this?” Blaine gives a tiny squeak, “I know! Come on, let’s fill out those papers.” Kurt hands Blaine the stack and watches as he pulls off the top sheet. It has at least twenty questions. Flip over. Same amount of questions, and there are about twenty sheets of paper in the folder, Blaine raises his eyebrows, “Well at least I have all of our background info in my bag which means half of these can be nixed.” Kurt takes out a questionnaire sheet and says, “At least.”
***
A month passes. A month of waiting. A month of nail biting. A month of watching their hopes dwindle, when during lunch on a Friday, Blaine gets a call from Dr. Avery’s receptionist, Taylor. Martha hears the call and is dialing Kurt’s cell for Blaine before Blaine has time to thank Taylor for her call and say that her luck must be extra good. When Blaine hangs up Martha’s pressing the line two button on his office phone and Blaine can hear Kurt, “Martha? Martha? Hello?” It takes a couple moments for Blaine to respond, “Kurt? Kurt you’re not going to believe this.”Blaine tells Kurt about the five surrogates. Tells him their names. Tells him about the photos that Dr. Avery has emailed him. Tells him about their appointment the following Friday. Then he’s not saying anything because he can hear the thuds as Kurt jumps up and down and screams away from the phone, “Rachel! Rachel! Come here! They found surrogates! They found surrogates!” And then Kurt’s talking in to the phone again and he squeals, “Oh my gosh! Blaine can you believe it? Can you believe it?! Oh my gosh Blaine we’re gonna be parents! We’re gonna be parents!” Blaine laughs, “Yeah, I know! Look babe I got to get back to work we can celebrate when we get home, send Rachel my love. I love you! Have a good afternoon!”
***
The following week at nine a.m sharp the Andersons can be found in the conference room across the hall from Dr. Paul Avery’s office. Blaine and Kurt are chatting trying to stifle their nervousness, “Well I think Rachel did it better than Barbra herself.” Kurt brings a hand to his heart in mock offense, “How dare you! No one, I repeat no one, will ever do Funny Girl, as well as Barbra!” They start bickering back and forth, until Dr. Avery pokes his head in, “Hey guys, the first one is here if you’re ready.” At first they stare at him with deer-locked-in-headlights-eyes, until Blaine snaps out of it with a trembling, “Yeah Paul, sure bring her in.” Dr. Avery walks back around the corner, and Blaine and Kurt stand up.Kurt reaches out to straighten Blaine’s bow tie and Blaine straightens the collar of his husband’s shirt. They arrange each other’s hair, and when they deem each other appropriate, they turn to face the door, where Dr. Avery and a petite woman with long chestnut hair are coming in. Dr. Avery introduces the woman to Blaine and Kurt, “This is Melanie.” Blaine and Kurt smile charmingly, “Hello Melanie, I’m Blaine, and this is my husband Kurt.” Kurt doesn’t miss how Blaine smiles a little bit wider when announcing that Kurt’s his husband. Melanie grasps Kurt’s extended hand and says, “Nice to meet you guys.”
After that it’s all pretty much a blur, of this face, that name, this GPA, this musical talent level, that hair color. They met four other women after that.
There was Melanie, of course. With her classic beauty and long dark hair, average GPA, average school, below average talent. And a recessive ginger trait.
After her came Melody, she was gorgeous. Blond hair, green eyes, flawless porcelain skin. Sang like a dream. And had less IQ points then Brittany.
Lea could have been Zoe Deschanel’s double. She had majored in Inorganic Chemistry at Harvard, top of her class. And when she sang, you had to look around and make sure Barbra herself hadn’t just walked in.
Clara had graduated pre-med at Stanford, and was now working at the top-most regarded hospital in the country as a neurosurgeon. She also looked like Josh Sussman’s afro and Voldemort had a kid.
Carli was a veteran surrogate (she did it for the money...not exactly appealing.) She had stellar genes, a high IQ, not a bad voice. But also wanted to maintain a relationship with the children...which was not something Kurt and Blaine were comfortable with.
Amelia was the last woman they met with and she was just average everything. Average looks. Average brains. Average voice. Just average.
When they wrapped up the meeting with Amelia they followed Dr. Avery into his office where he gestured for them to have a seat, “So what did you guys think?” Kurt smiled at Blaine, letting him take the lead, “They were good. All good.” Dr. Avery smiled, “But you guys have come to a decision as to who you like best I take it?” Blaine nodded as Kurt answered, “We want Lea.” Dr. Avery nodded, “Well as soon as you leave here I will call her and we can start arranging this. Now I believe we have previously discussed using the swirl method?” The pair nodded, “Now let me make you fully aware what this means. One of you will end up fathering the child, but no one will know who, unless a paternity test is taken. Is that okay?” They nodded together. “Good. Now go on, get you two!”
***
Three months later, Kurt, Blaine, and Lea are all in an Ultrasound Tech room, clutching hands waiting for the picture to appear on the screen. Hoping, hope on top of hope, that Lea’s pregnant. The fuzzy image appears on the screen and Blaine and Kurt’s face fall a little, then the tech touches the screen and traces a lumpy little shape in the center, “That’s your baby right there. If you listen you can hear it’s heartbeat. It looks to be about 8 weeks along.” Lea looks up at Blaine and Kurt. Kurt who reaches down and gives her a hug, kisses her forehead and squeals, “Thank you!” And Blaine squeezes both Lea’s and Kurt’s hand, Lea whispers, “Guys we’re having a baby. You’re having a baby.” And they all beam down at each other.***
Four months pass and they’re back in the ultrasound tech room, watching their baby wiggle it’s fingers around as the Tech says, “Look she’s waving at you.” Kurt laughs along side Blaine and Lea while the tech asks, “Do you guys want to know the sex?” Lea locks eyes with Kurt, Blaine rapidly nodding his head yes, Lea, nodding in sync with him. The tech moves her wand a little, then points a mouse at a tiny little dot on the screen, “Congratulations, you’re having a girl.” And Blaine all but jumps out of his skin and cries, “A girl? Oh my gosh! Kurt, kurt we’re having a girl! A girl! A baby girl!” And Kurt’s crying as he embraces Blaine and then reaches out to clutch Lea’s hand. Lea speaks up, “Can you print them off a couple of pictures? I’m sure Rachel would love to see her goddaughter.” Blaine wipes away tears and nods and Kurt voices his agreement.
That night at their apartment after having emailed everyone pictures of their ultrasounds they lay sprawled out on the couch discussing baby names, “What about Ava?” Kurt shakes his head, “Too short, what about Michelle?” Blaine shakes his head, “Too old. How about...Carrey?” Kurt shook his head once more, “Too much like Carli, and the woman was strange...hm....what about Aria?” Blaine smiles and nods, “Yes. Definitely. Now for the middle name...what about Klaine?” Kurt laughs, “What?! Klaine? We cannot make out child’s middle name a combination of our names!” Blaine says, “Why not? It’s our kid. I think it sounds pretty. Aria Klaine Anderson. Say it. Come on, it feels good on the tongue.” Kurt giggles as he says, “Aria Klaine Anderson. Just what we need. Our kid to get picked on for having two dads and the initials AKA.” Blaine lets his lower lip slip out, “But I think it sounds adorable. Come on Kurt? Doesn’t it sound so pretty? Please Kurt. Please agree to name our daughter Aria Klaine?” Kurt rolls his eyes and gives in with a kiss, “Fine. Alert the media. We’re having a daughter, and she shall be called Aria Klaine.”
***
Three months pass. The nursery has been painted a pastel green and decorated with little owls. Aria’s name has been painted above her crib. She has more clothes than she’ll ever be able to wear. Kurt and Blaine have a diaper bag sitting on the left side of their door, ready to dash out at a moment’s notice. Lea’s due date is less than three days away, March 24th. Blaine and Kurt constantly check their phones for messages and jump every time it rings.Finally March 24th is coming to a close and Blaine is curled up with Kurt on their couch, trying to focus on the rerun of “The Voice” but both glancing at their phones every five seconds. Eventually they both begin to relax a little. Blaine sinks back into Kurt’s chest a little, and brings Kurt’s arm around him, just to breathe in the scent that is so deeply Kurt. Just falls into the pattern of soaking up Kurt, and then letting him back out. Starts to relax into the rhythm of it. Until Kurt’s phone is blowing up in his shirt pocket.
Kurt rushes to pick it up and answers breathlessly, “Hello? Lea?.....Yeah we’ll be there as soon as we can.” When he hangs up Kurt pushes Blaine off of him, “Come on! Come on! We’ve got to go! Grab the bag!” They rush out of their apartment, and down to the street level, hastily hailing a cab. When they climb in to the back of an Escape Blaine instructs the driver to go to St. Francis on Port Washington. The whole ride there they clutch each other and when the cabby stops at the curb they launch out of the vehicle and into the lobby where Lea is being set in a wheelchair. “Wait! Wait!” Blaine calls and the nurse pushing Lea towards the elevator says, “And who are you?” Kurt fumbles, “We’re um...I um...We’re the--,” Lea cuts him off with a pain-filled moan and cries, “They’re the parents now for the love of God can I get an epidural?!” The nurse pushed her into the elevator and watches as Kurt and Blaine hesitates, “Well are y’all two coming? Or are you gonna stand there until you both grow beards?”
Blaine blinks and pulls Kurt forward, mumbling that yes, they are coming.
***
Eleven hours and six centimeters, Blaine and Kurt are being traumatized (and being really thankful that they’re gay) by the birth of their daughter. Through the shouts of many profane words (and Blaine chastising Lea for teaching his daughter bad words), many declarations of how much Lea hates men, and another long round of profanity (with Kurt telling her not to say such things in front of children) A head makes it’s way in to the world, followed by shoulders, a torso, and tiny baby feet. And thus Aria Klaine made her debut, Blaine rushed over to watch them clean her up with Kurt at his shoulder, and when she’s wrapped snuggly in a pink blanket one of the doctors hands her off to Blaine. She warbles a tiny little cry and Blaine runs his finger along her little cheek, crooning to her. One of the nurse says to Kurt, “What are you going to name her?” Kurt grins widely and kisses the tip of his finger, then presses it to Aria’s cheek, “Aria, Aria Klaine Anderson.” The nurse smiles widely, “That’s beautiful name.” Blaine answers this time, “She’s a beautiful girl.”