Blaine's POV
It was late at night. The only light that was on ,was my office light. I had my glasses on ,and papers spread out, along with various markers. I was so focused in my work, luckily a soft knock was heard. I looked at the doorway, seeing my beautifully tired finance.
His left hand rested on the bump, letting the ring sparkle, he wore a thank top and loose shorts. His hair was messy, and he looked as tired as he.
"It's late... What are you doing up?"
"Work." I replied, in a rough voice. His was like silk, while mine was sandpaper.
Kurt came by and held my hands looking at me. "Take a break." I sighed and looked back at my paper. "But I really should finish."
Kurt cupped my cheeks and made me look at him. "We miss you." He said putting a hand on his stomach. I gave up and got up going to our bedroom and getting ready for bed.
I cuddled Kurt, making myself big spoon. "Finally my brave Griffendour has come." He said with a smile.
"Mm well my little Ravenclaw, very impatient." I said smiling and kissing his head.
"There's another little Ravenclaw who wanted you too." Kurt said smiling at me.
"So she's a Ravenclaw?" I said smiling at him.
"Yeah... I feel it." He smiled rubbing his stomach. I placed a hand over his stomach smiling at him, hooking my head over his shoulder.
"Then I'll have to agree." He smiled pecking my lips.
"Mothers know best." He smiled and whispered at me.
What would I do without him?
A/N
It's 3:40 am cut me some slack.
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Sleeping With The Enemy
FanfictionKLAINE AU Kurt's 21 an intern at Vogue, Blaine's 32 the Head of Vogue. Kurt hates Blaine with a passion, he has him run around doing stupid things, and never letting him help out. One New Years Eve goes a little out of the ordinary.
