A/N: Hi! This is my first continueing fanfiction (That I've started posting). I have the second chapter planned out, but I don't know when I will be updateing. Chances are I won't update if I don't get enough positive feedback!

Review and let me know what you think :D

I do not own glee.

SPOILER WARNING: There is a slight spoiler for How I Met Your Mother. (Season 7 Episode 11, I think.)

"It's not you, it's me." John said that cliché phrase, obviously trying to sound convincing.

"John, cut the crap." Kurt said sharply. Normally, Kurt would be all emotional about a break-up even if he wasn't heartbroken over it. But this is beyond ridiculous. John was the fifth guy in the last year to break up with Kurt. The same lines were being used over and over. Quite frankly, Kurt was sick of it. He was getting to the bottom of this.

Why the hell do guys want to break up with him?

"Huh?" John was confused now.

"You are the fifth guy to lay that genius, original break-up line on me." Kurt glared, "Cut the crap, and tell me why you want to break up with me."

"Uhh…" John was not expecting this reaction. He was expecting Kurt to be all vulnerable, expecting him to burst into tears so John could comfort him and get some please-don't-leave-me/break-up sex.

Well, he was way off.

"Well,"

"I - you…uh"

"What is the reason?" Kurt had a look of impatient anger. If John didn't answer him soon, Kurt would definitely crazy-diva-bitch on him, a funny, but scary sight to see.

"Kurt," John sighed in his attempt to relax and come up with an answer that wouldn't get Kurt more angry. "you're a great guy, and all. Fucking fantastic in bed, I mean that thing you do with your -"

"Stop right there." Kurt sighed, holding up his hand. "Get to the point."

"But you want to settle down, have kids. That kind of crap is the exact opposite of what I want." Kurt seemed surprised at the answer.

"- I'm still young I don't want to settle down. I want to fool around while I still can." A few blocks away from the discussion Kurt and John were having, Blaine and his (now ex) boyfriend were having more or less the same conversation. Except this conversation was over the phone.

"Okay, Jake. Fool around." Blaine wasn't really into Jake anyway. He just wanted get off the phone as soon as he could, now that he had his answer.

"Sorry, Blaine. You're just so clingy and to be honest I think I could score someone hotter." Blaine rolled his eyes. Jake never knew what to say, he just said the first thing that came to his mind. "Oh, shit. Sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud…What I meant to say was -"

Blaine hung up the phone. Normally, he would remain his dapper self and wait until Jake managed to find a nice way to put whatever he was going to say, or until he realised that he should stop talking. But Blaine couldn't be bothered to listen.

Blaine Anderson was twenty-seven years old. He had curly black hair, he was also shorter than most guys so his old high school friends good-naturedly called him 'Hobbit'. Blaine was a musician. He loved performing on stages but, to be honest, he preferred just performing on streets and in coffee shops.

Kurt Hummel was Blaine's roommate and best-friend-since-high-school. He, also, was twenty-seven. He had straight brown hair that was always neatly, and perfectly, styled. Kurt's ex cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester, nick-named him porcelain in high school, not many people call him porcelain anymore. He was in the fashion design business. As much as he liked his job, he kept waiting to be promoted or, if not, start performing again.

Oh - Speak of the devil.

"Hey, Kurt. You're home-" Kurt slammed the door with great force, "-early." Blaines voice went up at the action.

Kurt marched over to sofa and plonked down next to Blaine. "Hey, what happened?" asked Blaine as Kurt crossed his arms angrily.

"John dumped me. The bastard."

"You're kidding, are you okay?"

"Do I look okay, Blaine?"

Blaine looked over Kurts features, carefully. His eyes were a stormy green-grey colour which only happened when he was thoroughly pissed off. Other than that, nothing out of the ordinary. No pain, no regret.

"Yes, actually. Angry beyond belief, but okay."

"So, I'm okay. I wasn't in love with him or anything…Now that I think about it, there wasn't much of a connection. I was just wasting my time, truth be told."

Blaine smiled. He was glad that Kurt wasn't heartbroken or anything. "Well, looks like me and you are on the same page." Kurt raised an eyebrow, "I just got dumped myself." Blaine explained.

"Oh, Blaine. I'm so sorry!" Kurt tackled Blaine in a hug that had them both nearly lying on the couch. Blaine started laughing lightly as he hugged Kurt back. "What's so funny?"

"Weren't you listening? I said I'm on the same page as you. I got dumped, but I'm fine, I'm not heartbroken."

"Oh!" Kurt blushed slightly and sat up. But then he started smirking, "So you don't want my special break-up cuddles. Okay then." he stood up and started to walk towards the kitchen.

"No! I still want my cuddles." Blaine sat up and started to pout. "Pllleeeeaase, can I still have my special Kurt-cuddles." Kurt stopped and turned around a few feet away from the kitchen.

"Hmmm…Nope! Special healing break-up cuddles are only for little heartbroken hobbits." Kurt joked.

"Oh," Blaine smirked "but I am heartbroken. I so heartbroken, I'm gonna CRY!" Blaine dropped his head into his hands and started to make the most pathetic, and funny, fake wailing sounds. They started off quiet, but they progressively got louder. "Boo hoo. Boo Hoo. BOOO Hoo. BOOOOOHOOOOO! BOOOO H-oof"

Kurt ran across the room and jumped, knocking Blaine, and the couch, backwards. Now Blaine, and himself, were on the floor -side-by-side- laughing so hard that they would have floated to the ceiling if Mary Poppins was real.

When they calmed down a little, Kurt rolled on top of Blaine and hugged him the best he could while they were still on the floor, chuckling slightly.

"There." Kurt smiled, "You got your hug. Happy?"

"Very."

They stood up, put the sofa back in place and sat down. They sat in a comfortable silence until Kurt asked, "So…uh. Why did Jake break up with you?"

"Hmm? Oh! Basically, he said that he wants to fool around with no emotional connections. He doesn't want to have a relationship while he's still young and attractive. Well, that's what I get for dating someone who's twenty-four..." Blaine turned his head, and saw Kurts wide eyes and gaping mouth. "What?"

"That's the reason John broke up with me!"

"That's the reason Jo- with you? Really? That doesn't make any sense! John's two years older than you! HE'S TWENTY-NINE. What the -"

"I know, right."

"Jesus, Kurt. He dumps you because you want to settle down! I'd love to see him pick someone as nice, generous, loveable and pure settle-down material up again." Blaine realised what he just said and blushed a little.

"Yeah, well. Screw him. His loss." Kurt shrugged, and took out his phone. "Blaine it's getting late and we still haven't had dinner, yet."

"Yeah, you're right." Blaine started thinking, "Hey, Kurt, you got work tomorrow?" Of course Blaine already knew the answer, but he asked anyway.

"No, why?"

"Well, you and me just got dumped so…" Blaine didn't even have to finish the sentence for Kurt to catch on.

They caught each others eye and smiled.

"Pizza and Wine." They said simultaneously.

Blaine jumped off the couch to get the wine out of the kitchen, meanwhile, Kurt was ordering the pizza.

Everytime Kurt or Blaine turned single they ordered pizza, drank wine and rocked out to music. It had been a tradition since they moved in together. However, if the recently single were totally heartbroken with a break-up, they wouldn't do it until the heartbroken recuperated. This tradition was strictly a fun one. No depressed-drunken-heartache allowed.

Blaine was already half-drunk by the time the doorbell rang. By then, they were jumping, singing and dancing around the apartment, rocking out to So What by Pink (Blaines love for Pink and Katy Perry never changed). They were just under half-way through the song when Kurt answered the door.

If you've ever been to Kurt and Blaines apartment, you would know that when you walk through the door, you're in their living room. So when Kurt went to get the door, he only had to walk a couple metres away from Blaine and the sofa to answer the door.

"Thanks, man." The guy said as Kurt handed him a twenty and told him to keep the change. Kurt nodded, mumbling a quick 'Y'welcome.' and taking the pizza out of the pizza guys hands.

He shut the door. When Kurt turned around, Blaine was dancing on the back of the sofa. This isn't gonna end well, he thought.

Blaine was singing at the top of his lungs "You weren't there, you never were. You want it all, but that's not fair. I gave you life, I gave my all. You weren't there. You let me FALL!" Just then, as if it were scripted, Blaine started to lose his balance.

Just before Blaine started to fall, Kurt tossed the pizza box to the side, dropped to his knees and did a power slide across the floor. Thankfully, Kurt managed to catch Blaine in his arms, mid-power slide.

They both laughed, before jumping back up and singing along to the music. "SO WHAT? I'M STILL A ROCK STAR!"

When the song was coming to an end, Kurt and Blaine stood in front of the TV, pretending that it was their ex's. "Ba-da-da-da, da da." They both stuck up their middle finger and blew a raspberry towards the TV.

"Thanks for catching me, Kurt." Blaine pulled Kurt into bone crushing hug.

"No problem." Kurt tried to hug back at the same strength, but he couldn't. "Blaine," he gasped, "you're squishing me!"

Blaine loosened his grip, and let go of Kurt. "Sorry," he said as he sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Kurt picked up the pizza and sat down with him.

After they finished the pizza and had a little more wine in them, they started talking about how much they both wanted to have kids before they turn thirty ("-because thirty seems a little old to have kids, y'know. I don't want to be turning forty when my kid's only coming up six, or something." "I know. It's not like we're aging backwards, or something cool like that.").

Kurt finished the glass of wine that he was drinking, while Blaine kept on talking "…you see Kurt, you and me are both awesome. We are very attractive gay guys in New York City. I can't understand why guys aren't lining up outside our doorstep, begging to have our babies." Blaine slurred slightly on the last sentence.

"Well, they're not. We're not gonna find a decent guy anytime soon, at the rate we're going. But y' never know. The universe might surprise us." Kurt shrugged, and turned back to the TV. "Maybe our awesomeness is too powerful for people to cope with, unless they are the same level of awesome. That's why you and me are friends."

Blaine started watching again, too. A rerun of How I Met Your Mother was on. Hey, wait. Wasn't this the episode where -? It was.

Blaine suddenly had the best idea that he had ever thought of, in his drunken state. Kurt was right. They weren't going to find a guy, unless he was the same level of awesome -and that's a high level to reach. Blaine got the remote just before Barney had time to say his line, which Blaine knew was "We're having a baby!" and turned off the TV.

Before Kurt could protest, Blaine said the one line that could possibly change their lives forever!

"Kurt, we should have a baby."