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Title: AGPD
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Includes: mpreg, zombieland
Word Count: ~1255
Summary: Kurt and Blaine wake early for a surprise.
Previous Parts
The ramshackle houses in the refugee neighborhood didn’t keep heat well. It didn’t matter so much, since Kurt kept Pippa next to his chest all the time, and if she wasn’t being held by him, she would be with Blaine, or Burt, or even Van, who was as much of an aunt to her as if they were blood. Finn was a little nervous about breaking her, but he said he would be ready when she wanted to play.
So if Kurt had to drape an extra blanket around him and his daughter, that was just fine. He could lure Blaine under it, and the three of them at night would be as snug as could be.
The sun blazed through their drapeless window, lighting up the room and warming Kurt’s face, and he nuzzled closer to his partner. Pippa let out a soft coo. Blaine had her tucked under his shirt. Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine’s nose. Blaine murmured, and they both dozed off again.
Kurt’s eyes popped open again when he sensed someone else in the room. His hand snuck over to the side of their bed, and his fingers curled around the grip of a small handgun.
“Kurt?”
He let go of the weapon and lifted his head to see Saffire peeking in the doorway. “Hey, girl! It’s early.”
“Yeah, but um, I thought you should come downstairs. Everyone’s getting up and going into the living room,” she said in a hushed voice.
His heart sped up and he reached for the gun again. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s... wrong.” She bit her lip. “Just please come? And...” She tossed a package onto the bed. “And your dad said you should put these on.”
Kurt sat up and took the small package in his hands. It was almost an alien sight. What was with this paper? Why bother wrapping...?
Kurt blinked. He touched his lips. “Thanks, Saff. We’ll be down in a second. I completely forgot.”
“Well, you were um, busy with important stuff.”
“No kidding!” Kurt laughed and shook his head.
Blaine lifted his head and shot up. Pippa wiggled around under his shirt.
“Walkers... oh...uh.”
“No, baby, just Saff. We need to get presentable and head downstairs.” Kurt tore the package open and smiled. He waved a pair of thick socks at Blaine. “We could use these. Nice color, too.”
Saff giggled.
“You get the red. I’ll take the blue. I’m fond of blue... It’s a pity. I had the most amazing Alexander McQueen jacket... Not a knock off, either,” Kurt told her proudly. “I made a lot of my clothes to look like the real thing, but I saved up for this jacket.”
“Love McQueen,” Blaine muttered. As he leaned forward, Pippa made a noise, and Kurt put a hand against her back while Blaine pulled on his socks. “Love McQueen on you. Love red. Pippa should wear purple. Hm.”
“You’re sleepy,” Kurt accused.
He threw his legs over the side of the bed and took a breath before standing up. There was less of a pulling feeling now. His healing abilities were ridiculous. Either that or Dr. Redbloom was uncommonly good at what she did. He couldn’t imagine that she would have that much practice, but maybe she flew around whenever a pregnant guy turned up in a hospital.
In a few minutes, the two of them where heading downstairs with Saffire, who would take two steps, look up at them, then take two more.
Kurt’s brows raised as he looked out over the living room. The others had strung some decorations around a long, sturdy stick and piled some presents underneath.
“Oh my gosh! Santa came!” Blaine said suddenly, in such an adorably boyish voice that half the room erupted in laughter.
Carol guided them over to the dilapidated sofa, and they sat with their family and friends around the area lit up with space heaters. Saffire hugged Kurt’s shoulders from behind.
“Santa totally came,” Brittany said. She reached up and tickled her fingers against the lump in Blaine’s shirt. Pippa grunted and wiggled away. “He brought you guys home just in time for us all to be together.”
“I didn’t even realize.” Kurt shrugged his head to the side. “Although I always liked to think of it as Atheists Get Presents Day.”
There were a few blinks of surprise from some, but more laughter from the rest. Rafe hobbled out with a tray of cinnamon rolls in one hand.
“Okay, so they’re from the can. But I applied the icing myself. I’m well on my way to becoming a master chef,” he joked, sitting on Kurt’s other side. Kurt touched his knee fondly. It was like he’d gained a second brother.
Hands reached for the rolls, and Carol jumped up for the kitchen, returning quickly with napkins.
“I never thought pastry in a can would taste so damn good,” Santana said. “Or anything in a can.” She shrugged and leaned back against Brittany.
As they ate, the group chatted, licking their lips and fingers. Some Christmas songs were sung, and some presents exchanged. There weren’t many, and the presents were mostly supplies and things they’d have packed up soon for their trip, but they’d wrapped them up in whatever paper they could find and drawn them up in bows of string. Frills were few. Santana had clearly stolen a necklace for Brittany at some point down the line, but no one said a word about that, and she told Brittany that she’d sent an elf out to get it for her.
“This is for you, sweetie,” Kurt said to Pippa, who was poking her head out of the neck of Blaine’s shirt. He had just unwrapped a baby sling that would make it easier to carry her around. “Because we all want to keep you close and safe.”
She yawned and pressed her cheek to Blaine’s chest, closing her eyes.
“She sleeps a lot,” Saff said.
“She’s unimpressed,” Nick joked. David slapped his arm.
“Well, I found her something shiny,” Rafe add with a smirk. “I’m trying to steal Finn’s place as her favorite uncle.”
So Finn got off the floor, lifted Rafe out of his seat like he was a little kid, and then stole it and knocked his shoulder against Kurt’s. More laughter. Blaine rested his head on Kurt’s shoulder and looked up at him. Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine’s sleep-disheveled hair.
“Merry Christmas, beautiful,” Kurt whispered.
“I’m supposed to say that to you. Sorry I didn’t get you anything.”
“Um. I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t have made it to a store,” Kurt teased.
When the presents were opened, and everyone was lounging around, or dozing, Burt came up to Finn and Kurt, taking both of their hands. He seemed about to say something, but the words couldn’t make it to his tongue.
Hating to see his dad get misty, Kurt squeezed his hand back, and Blaine reached over and patted Burt’s arm. At the same moment, they seemed to decide, and they handed Pippa over to Burt to hold for a little while. She didn’t like being moved, or the cold air, but she recognized her grandfather, and let him keep her secure as he sat with them.
They didn’t need the words. They knew what their real gift was, the five of them, still breathing.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Includes: mpreg, zombieland
Word Count: ~1255
Summary: Kurt and Blaine wake early for a surprise.
Previous Parts
The ramshackle houses in the refugee neighborhood didn’t keep heat well. It didn’t matter so much, since Kurt kept Pippa next to his chest all the time, and if she wasn’t being held by him, she would be with Blaine, or Burt, or even Van, who was as much of an aunt to her as if they were blood. Finn was a little nervous about breaking her, but he said he would be ready when she wanted to play.
So if Kurt had to drape an extra blanket around him and his daughter, that was just fine. He could lure Blaine under it, and the three of them at night would be as snug as could be.
The sun blazed through their drapeless window, lighting up the room and warming Kurt’s face, and he nuzzled closer to his partner. Pippa let out a soft coo. Blaine had her tucked under his shirt. Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine’s nose. Blaine murmured, and they both dozed off again.
Kurt’s eyes popped open again when he sensed someone else in the room. His hand snuck over to the side of their bed, and his fingers curled around the grip of a small handgun.
“Kurt?”
He let go of the weapon and lifted his head to see Saffire peeking in the doorway. “Hey, girl! It’s early.”
“Yeah, but um, I thought you should come downstairs. Everyone’s getting up and going into the living room,” she said in a hushed voice.
His heart sped up and he reached for the gun again. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s... wrong.” She bit her lip. “Just please come? And...” She tossed a package onto the bed. “And your dad said you should put these on.”
Kurt sat up and took the small package in his hands. It was almost an alien sight. What was with this paper? Why bother wrapping...?
Kurt blinked. He touched his lips. “Thanks, Saff. We’ll be down in a second. I completely forgot.”
“Well, you were um, busy with important stuff.”
“No kidding!” Kurt laughed and shook his head.
Blaine lifted his head and shot up. Pippa wiggled around under his shirt.
“Walkers... oh...uh.”
“No, baby, just Saff. We need to get presentable and head downstairs.” Kurt tore the package open and smiled. He waved a pair of thick socks at Blaine. “We could use these. Nice color, too.”
Saff giggled.
“You get the red. I’ll take the blue. I’m fond of blue... It’s a pity. I had the most amazing Alexander McQueen jacket... Not a knock off, either,” Kurt told her proudly. “I made a lot of my clothes to look like the real thing, but I saved up for this jacket.”
“Love McQueen,” Blaine muttered. As he leaned forward, Pippa made a noise, and Kurt put a hand against her back while Blaine pulled on his socks. “Love McQueen on you. Love red. Pippa should wear purple. Hm.”
“You’re sleepy,” Kurt accused.
He threw his legs over the side of the bed and took a breath before standing up. There was less of a pulling feeling now. His healing abilities were ridiculous. Either that or Dr. Redbloom was uncommonly good at what she did. He couldn’t imagine that she would have that much practice, but maybe she flew around whenever a pregnant guy turned up in a hospital.
In a few minutes, the two of them where heading downstairs with Saffire, who would take two steps, look up at them, then take two more.
Kurt’s brows raised as he looked out over the living room. The others had strung some decorations around a long, sturdy stick and piled some presents underneath.
“Oh my gosh! Santa came!” Blaine said suddenly, in such an adorably boyish voice that half the room erupted in laughter.
Carol guided them over to the dilapidated sofa, and they sat with their family and friends around the area lit up with space heaters. Saffire hugged Kurt’s shoulders from behind.
“Santa totally came,” Brittany said. She reached up and tickled her fingers against the lump in Blaine’s shirt. Pippa grunted and wiggled away. “He brought you guys home just in time for us all to be together.”
“I didn’t even realize.” Kurt shrugged his head to the side. “Although I always liked to think of it as Atheists Get Presents Day.”
There were a few blinks of surprise from some, but more laughter from the rest. Rafe hobbled out with a tray of cinnamon rolls in one hand.
“Okay, so they’re from the can. But I applied the icing myself. I’m well on my way to becoming a master chef,” he joked, sitting on Kurt’s other side. Kurt touched his knee fondly. It was like he’d gained a second brother.
Hands reached for the rolls, and Carol jumped up for the kitchen, returning quickly with napkins.
“I never thought pastry in a can would taste so damn good,” Santana said. “Or anything in a can.” She shrugged and leaned back against Brittany.
As they ate, the group chatted, licking their lips and fingers. Some Christmas songs were sung, and some presents exchanged. There weren’t many, and the presents were mostly supplies and things they’d have packed up soon for their trip, but they’d wrapped them up in whatever paper they could find and drawn them up in bows of string. Frills were few. Santana had clearly stolen a necklace for Brittany at some point down the line, but no one said a word about that, and she told Brittany that she’d sent an elf out to get it for her.
“This is for you, sweetie,” Kurt said to Pippa, who was poking her head out of the neck of Blaine’s shirt. He had just unwrapped a baby sling that would make it easier to carry her around. “Because we all want to keep you close and safe.”
She yawned and pressed her cheek to Blaine’s chest, closing her eyes.
“She sleeps a lot,” Saff said.
“She’s unimpressed,” Nick joked. David slapped his arm.
“Well, I found her something shiny,” Rafe add with a smirk. “I’m trying to steal Finn’s place as her favorite uncle.”
So Finn got off the floor, lifted Rafe out of his seat like he was a little kid, and then stole it and knocked his shoulder against Kurt’s. More laughter. Blaine rested his head on Kurt’s shoulder and looked up at him. Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine’s sleep-disheveled hair.
“Merry Christmas, beautiful,” Kurt whispered.
“I’m supposed to say that to you. Sorry I didn’t get you anything.”
“Um. I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t have made it to a store,” Kurt teased.
When the presents were opened, and everyone was lounging around, or dozing, Burt came up to Finn and Kurt, taking both of their hands. He seemed about to say something, but the words couldn’t make it to his tongue.
Hating to see his dad get misty, Kurt squeezed his hand back, and Blaine reached over and patted Burt’s arm. At the same moment, they seemed to decide, and they handed Pippa over to Burt to hold for a little while. She didn’t like being moved, or the cold air, but she recognized her grandfather, and let him keep her secure as he sat with them.
They didn’t need the words. They knew what their real gift was, the five of them, still breathing.
