Kurt glares at Blaine, a large physics book held up in front of his face, his square glasses sliding down his nose.

He huffs, his pages fluttering, as Blaine continues to pull down his Cheerio shirt, standing in front of his large, full length mirror.

Blaine purses his lips, tugs his tight shirt over his baby bump one more time before he shrugs, grabs his jacket and turns to Kurt.

"No."

Blaine frowns, his bright red shirt slipping up again to reveal the curved skin of his belly. "What?"

Kurt sets his book down with an eye roll, standing up and walking over to his boyfriend, who is still trying to tug that goddamn uniform over his stomach.

"Blaine. I told you last week that if you insisted on still wearing that stupid uniform-"

"It's not stupid-"

"-then please, please at least ask Coach Sylvester if you can have a bigger size! You're starting to show now, and while yes, that is really amazing, and I love it! I do. Youneedto wear clothes that fit you, B."

Blaine crosses his arms over his chest, jutting his jaw out and staring Kurt down.

Internally, Kurt rolls his eyes, but he knows how much Blaine loves that uniform and the Cheerios, and ever since Coach demoted him from head cheerleader to her "secretary", he's taken it hard. So Kurt, smiles at his boyfriend and steps in close, rubs his hand along Blaine's arms until they relax, hanging limply at his sides until he caves, wrapping them around Kurt's waist.

"If you want, we can even go shopping tomorrow! I'll carry all your bags for you and everything."

Blaine smirks. "My wonderful, stud of a boyfriend, offering to carry my heavy bags for me - so sweet."

Kurt laughs, pushes his glasses back up his nose and rests a hand over where his and Blaine's baby grows.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just put on a shirt that actually fits you, okay?"

Blaine rolls his eyes, pecks Kurt on the lips and thankfully, retrieves a slightly larger shirt from his drawers, tugging it on and grabbing Kurt's hand.

"Fine. But you're taking me shopping after Cheerios practice, mister."