Blaine tries to ignore it.

He rolls over slowly, his eyes finding Kurt's sleeping face in the dark, and he sighs, rubs his belly and wonders if Kurt would be mad if he woke him up.

Maybe he could just go to the store himself; Kurt's been so exhausted recently, working long hours to get ready for his new line – he even surprised Blaine with a completed nursery just two days ago.

But Blaine really, really needs some cheesecake.

In particular, some red velvet cheesecake.

He pats his belly, glancing one more time at Kurt's peaceful face. "If your papa yells at me for this, I'm blaming you buddy." He whispers, chuckling quietly when his son kicks against his hand.

Blaine places a hand on Kurt's shoulder, rocks him gently and says, "Kurt, Kurt, honey, wake up."

Kurt's brow furrows as he breathes in deep, his eyes opening slowly. "B? Mmm, was goin' on?"

"I need you to wake up, Kurt. Please?"

At that, Kurt's eyes shoot open, suddenly alert, as he sits up quickly, running his bleary eyes over Blaine's form.

"What is it, is it time? It can't be, it's too early, Blaine-"

Blaine almost laughs, but he makes himself swallow his laughter, scooting himself up to lean against the headboard as he gently eases Kurt back down, wrapping his arm around his husband's shoulders.

"Babe, calm down, everything's fine. I just..."

"Just what? Why'd you wake me up at-" Kurt pauses, turns his head to glance at the glowing clock on his nightstand and sighs. "-2:30 in the morning, Blaine, really?"

Blaine pouts at Kurt, one hand absentmindedly rubbing at his stomach, and Kurt smiles tiredly at him, kisses his puckered lips and leans back, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

"I... I'm just really craving some cheesecake. Red velvet cheesecake. I'm so sorry, and you know I wouldn't wake you up for something so... ridiculous, Kurt, youknowthis, but – Kurt I can'tsleepbecause all I think about is that goddamn cheesecake and-"

"Blaine!" Kurt chokes out, laughing so hard his teeth show and his eyes crinkle. "You're babbling, sweetie. And stop apologizing. I don't mind being woken up to go to the store at 2 in the morning because you're craving something. Yes, I'm tired, but – you are my very wonderful, verybeautifullypregnant husband who I would do anything for."

Blaine curses his hormones as tears begin to form in his eyes, his smile bright as he gazes lovingly at his husband. His perfect, amazing husband, who's currently getting up and putting clothes on so that he can walk down the street and buy Blaine some cheesecake.

"I love you." He says, voice a whisper in their dark room.

Kurt turns around, wallet in hand, and he grins at Blaine, hair floppy and hanging over his eyes, looking rumpled and sleepy, but happy.

"I love you too, B."

Kurt gives Blaine a quick kiss, bending over his belly and kissing it too, before he leaves, laughing in the living room when Blaine shouts after him, "Make sure it's Red Velvet! And,oooh, get some Rocky Road ice cream too, please!"