Kurt lowered himself on to the garden bench with a groan. He turned sideways, rested his back on the frame of a grape arbor, stretched, and held on to his stomach.

"Jill is going to kill me if I don't fit into my costumes for tomorrow night's show," he said. "Honestly, Blaine that was the best meal you've ever made!"

"Hey, not bad for the guy who could burn water when we first met, huh?" Blaine laughed, as he found a comfortable position on the bench, reclining against Kurt. "Happy anniversary, baby. I can't believe it's been three years…"

"Stop it now Blaine Hummel-Anderson. You know perfectly well that tonight marks our seventh wedding anniversary. If you count all the years we've been together, we are up to thirteen. Can you believe that?" Kurt asked.

"But I thought you just turned 17 years old! How can that…" Blaine twisted his neck to look at Kurt with that goofy grin. Kurt gave him a gentle smack on the shoulder and then started playing with Blaine's curls, which he finally freed from the massive amounts of hair product he used when they were in high school.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, mister," Kurt said as he leaned over to give his husband a kiss. "Happy anniversary to you too."

They sat quietly, listening to the sounds of their backyard at twilight. Kurt broke the silence. "Hey B, we need to talk. Well, I need to talk. About something. Important." Kurt's sentences were coming out in short choppy clips. Blaine could tell Kurt was nervous, so he sat up.

"What's on your mind Kurt?" he ask, a bit of concern creeping into his voice.

"Well, I'm not sure how to say this, but…well…I…ah, crap, I'm just going to say it. I believe it is time for us to starting thinking about becoming parents." The words rushed out, tumbling over each other.

"Wait…what? Did you say parents?" Blaine asked, locking eyes with Kurt.

"I…I think it's time. I'm fairly established in musical theater. You're on your fourth novel. We are stable, we have room in our home and certainly room in our hearts. And," Kurt paused and took in an uneven breath, which Blaine knew would be followed by a flood of tears, "I can't think of anything more honorable than raising a child with you." Kurt broke down and leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine circled his arms around his husband and rubbed his back.

"Hey, shhhhh, there's no need to be upset! Will you believe me if I tell you that not two weeks ago I was thinking the same thing? And then last week, when I met with Nancy to talk about the latest revisions for my book, she asked when you and I would become dads?" Kurt looked up and looked directly into Blaine's eyes to see if he was telling the truth or just trying to make Kurt feel better. "Yep! It's true! Scout's honor! And you know what Kurt?"


"I think it's time," Blaine said.

"Really?" Kurt asked in a low whisper.

"Other than marrying you, I've never been so sure of anything in my life," Blaine replied.

Kurt threw his arms around his husband and squealed. "Oh Blaine, we have so many things to think about. What colors do you think we should use in the nursery? Private school or public? And oh, Dalton of course, if he's a boy. How do you feel about French immersion programs during preschool? At what age do kids start to go to summer camp…"

"Easy there Sir-Plans-A-Lot. While you slow your roll, why don't we talk about a few pressing issues, like how, exactly, are we going to make this baby?" Blaine suggested with his tried and true practicality.

"Right, cart before the horse and all that. I know. I'm just so excited!" Kurt exclaimed, grabbing Blaine's shoulders and beginning a kiss that got progressively deeper and more intense.

"Well," Blaine muttered after coming up for air, "If I were a girl I'd be willing to bet you just impregnated me!" Again, Kurt gave Blaine a playful slap on the shoulder and Blaine's mirthful laugh rang out across their yard.

"Come on husband," Kurt said, getting to his feet and pulling Blaine behind him. "I hear that half the fun in making babies is in the trying." Kurt towed Blaine into the house through the French doors off the patio.

"Wait, Kurt. You do know that no measure of our trying is ever going to make a baby. A genuine female is going to have to carry our bundle of joy to term, right?" Blaine asked, just to make sure.

"Shhhhh. You are ruining this for me. We'll worry about the picky details tomorrow. But tonight, Blaine Hummel-Anderson, .mine." Blaine grinned and followed Kurt, realizing that his life could not be more perfect. Kurt stopped on the stairs to the second floor, turned, and faced Blaine. "When were you a Boy Scout?" he asked.

"That's a story for another time. We have more important things to do right now," Blaine said as he about-faced Kurt and gave him a gentle nudge up the stairs.