A BEAUTIFUL SUNSET MISTAKEN FOR DAWN
PART I

The waiting room was small and clean but so unadorned it gave away its true nature. The legal alchemical facilities were warm, luxury environments, not at all unlike those beauty salons where people went to enjoy some relaxing time, being given massages and experiencing colorful and warm bath in those chromotherapy rooms that were the last trend in beauty care.

There were very few maladies that alchemy could not cure – all of them being rare, almost naturally extinguished diseases that only still remained in filthy places like the Dump – so people weren't scared to go to the hospitals anymore because nothing could really kill them. Therefore, health facilities had become friendly places; each diagnostic room was finely decorated, there were real cafeterias inside the buildings and waiting rooms came with all comforts and sometimes shops too, exams and operation rooms where considered along the same lines as said shops, so that hospitals had become parts of malls where people could hang out like in any other places.

That was the reason why that waiting room was so strikingly different.

Its bare walls and very few ornaments, its small size and hidden location spoke of poverty and urgency, of a place quickly set up and ready to be quickly dismantled if needed. It was a place that was there in that moment but hadn't been there the day before and whose next location would not be revealed until the very last moment.

It had taken Kurt nearly a month to find this one. The alchemist was very secretive about it and she only spoke through ciphered messages on the city's walls. Kurt had had to find out how to contact an outlaw alchemist – that kind of knowledge wasn't exactly on the newspapers – then learn their secret language and follow one of them throughout the city slums and out of the city walls as she left messages for the people who needed her to understand. It hadn't been easy and, with Dave being busy with work, Kurt had had to do all the research on his own, so it had been long too.

Now, he and his husband were sitting in the little waiting room of an illegal alchemist's lab together with ten other people who were asking, like them, for things legal alchemy was forbidden by law to give them or were too poor to afford a real alchemist in a real facility. Like the woman whose baby had been crying non stop since the moment they arrived. The baby couldn't be more than five or six months old and judging by his flushed cheeks and lucid eyes he was feverish.

Sitting next to Kurt, Dave was trying not to stare at all those poor and suffering people, among whom he could easily pick out the few coming straight from the Dump. He had never been there himself but he knew how people looked liked in that part of the city. They were usually skinny – almost famished – boys and girls, with tired eyes always covered in old traces of ordinary make up and a generally sick appearance. Exactly like the girl sitting in front of him right now. She had long and dirty blond hair and she was shivering badly under an old, gray blanket. Her boyfriend held her hand and tried to soothe her by whispering nonsense to her ear.

Dave searched for Kurt's hand too and held it lovingly, looking at the way their fingers entwined. “Are you nervous?” He asked.

Kurt took his hand and played with his fingers nervously; a fair enough answer to his husband's question. “I am,” he said, looking down. “I have so many questions, and none of this is even guaranteed!”

Dave circled Kurt's shoulders with his strong arm, holding him closer but not too much, as to not be inappropriate. Public displays of affection were allowed only if limited to hugs and holding hands; kisses – of every nature – were not forbidden, but still frowned upon and strongly discouraged. “Everything is going to be alright. We are only going to do it if it's safe for you and if results are sure to come,” he tried to reassure him. “I am not putting your life in any danger, especially if these two conditions are not fulfilled.”

Kurt immediately shook his head. “That’s not what I’m worried about at all,” he said. “I know this is right, but I was stupidly expecting something different, and that made me wonder what else I'm expecting that will turn out completely different.”

He had been dreaming about this day for a very long time, now. In each one of his dreams, they were waiting for a doctor in a far away but beautiful clinic, along with other people like them. Instead, this place was gray and sad, and somehow these gloomy surroundings affected Kurt's mood, as he felt like the place where they were going to conceive their baby was supposed to be completely different. But again, he knew very well the place and method didn't matter. The only thing that counted was their will to have a child and they weren't lacking that.

“So you were actually expecting something,” Dave let out a nervous chuckle. “I didn't know what to expect before, and I don't know what to expect now. But seeing you so scared is scaring me, too. I know you said this is right, but you do know we can still go away, don't you?”

Kurt turned to him, his eyes slightly darker than before. “We have no other choice, Dave,” he murmured, looking around to see if someone was listening but everyone was minding their own business, too busy with their problems to care about Kurt's. “You know that. This is the only chance we have.”

“We could still, you know, adopt. It would be less dangerous and... I don't know.” Dave hugged him some more and rubbed his arm, while the baby started crying again. “This place is making me feel uncomfortable.”

“I want my own baby,” Kurt looked down to their hands, the ghost of hundreds of previous conversations between them lingering in his mind. “I thought you agreed with me on this.”

“I do! I do, Kurt, you know I do,” Dave answered, quickly. “I'm just worried for you, for us. And I don't know if this is the right choice, but you know I'm with you, whatever you decide.”

Kurt sighed and tried to calm down. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, after all; even if a small part of himself was screaming in fear, the other – much bigger and way more stubborn – was going to do as it wanted, no matter the risks. Kurt had always been ruled by his own heart. And his heart wanted this baby more than anything he had ever wanted.

“I know this place feels weird and it makes me uncomfortable too, but they say she is good and that she has helped many people! I want to stay and at least talk to her.” He stopped because the baby's crying was turning louder and louder and two people started coughing at the same time, neither of them seemed feeling very well. Kurt met the eyes of the child's mother, who was busy cradling her baby. In them he saw the same kind of desperate hope he had seen in his own, looking at himself in the mirror lately. “I want to take this chance if she can give it to us, no matter how nervous I am. Or how scared. This is the only thing I want, Dave.”

Dave gave him a little smile and lightly patted Kurt on his small and fragile shoulder. “Alright, then. Let's just hope she receives us soon.”

As if summoned by Dave's words, the alchemist opened the unlabeled door that led to her laboratory, seeing a very old and fragile-looking lady out. She was a very beautiful Latino woman, with slightly dark skin and beautiful but cold and distant eyes which burned like fire under the red hood of the cape she wore. She didn't smile to the old lady but still the woman smiled kindly to her in return, like she was very happy and satisfied.

Santana Lopez was once one of the best alchemists of the city but some time before she had done something that she shouldn't have and she had been banished not only from the order, but from the city as well.

The truth behind her banishment was littered with rumors, so much that Kurt had only learned half of it, because the people she was helping now and loved her were very reluctant to speak about it and for everyone else, she was as good as dead. The only piece of information he had managed to scrape was that she had been involved in male pregnancy; one of the worst sin against Gods, which also happened to be the very reason he had been so determined to find her.

He had never met her in person, though. And Kurt was finding out that she was younger and way more beautiful than he had expected her to be. Her past and her work had suggested she was one of those old wrinkled women who had tried her luck at the end of her life and career, but the Santana Lopez he was looking at now was nowhere near her thirty and didn't have the look for the job at all, which made him – and probably Dave too – more nervous than he was already.

He didn't have the time to consider how or if this had changed his heart about the whole matter, because the alchemist glanced over the room and her gaze landed on him and Dave who were the next in line.

“Come inside,” she ordered, and then went back in her laboratory, without waiting for them. The door closed behind her, yet another barrier you had to be willing to pass if you wanted to see her.

Everybody had looked up when she had opened the door, but nobody dared to speak to her. So, Kurt and Dave stood up to follow her in utter silence, which was the clearest sign of the great reverence everybody had for her. Dave had experienced the same kind of silence only in presence of Priests.

Dave was very nervous because that woman scared him a lot. Not only because, as any other alchemist, she was probably capable of things he could not even begin to explain, but also because she was so much stronger than the women – and compared to Kurt, also the men – he was used to see and deal with in the City; modest and fragile creatures, lacking that fierceness she introduced herself with. She also dressed differently from other women he knew. Her pants were clearly manly, as it was the shirt she wore under her long red cape which seemed more for concealing herself when she walked down the streets than a symbol of her position, like it was for a normal alchemist.

Her firm behavior and her cold eyes did very little to make him feel comfortable, when they entered the laboratory. She was surrounded by a scary and powerful aura that could just have been charisma but, with the little Dave knew about alchemy, could just as well have been mere black magic. “Good evening, Miss Lopez,” he greeted her politely, anyway. He looked around to find a chair where Kurt could sit but, finding none, he gently led him in a corner and stood there next to him, trying to comfort him out of the same awkwardness he was feeling.

“You can just call me Santana,” she said offhandedly, turning her back to them as she was busy cleaning something she supposedly used to help the old lady before, in a little steel sink. “We do without surnames and titles down here. We are all a bunch of common names.”

Dave cleared his throat, as Kurt searched for his hand again and let his husband speak as the protocol bound him to do in public, even though he was the one concerning the whole process they came to ask for. “We are very grateful that you accepted to receive us today, Miss Santana,” Dave said, with a little bow of his head, while Kurt was doing the same next to him. “It really means a lot to us.”

“Yes, I guessed as much,” she said, nodding vaguely. Then, she turned around, drying her hands on a rag and weighed the two of them up carefully. None of them had thought to dress any less elegant than usual, so they looked quite out of place in her laboratory. “You know, the temple of the Priests is right behind the corner, comfortably inside the city walls,” she continued, an half annoyed half patronizing smile curling her lips just slightly. “Or if you are not religious, which is not so uncommon nowadays, I can give you the address of one or two alchemical labs more suitable for people of your kind.”

Dave frowned. “We already know where the nearest temple is, and we're perfectly aware of numerous alchemists' addresses in the whole city,” he said, curtly. “We came to you, though, because our request is of a kind that calls for your particular intervention.”

She slowly raised an eyebrow and looked at him, totally unimpressed. “Then, what kind of 'particular' intervention brings a young upper-class couple like you to my door?” She asked, putting the rag away and leaning against the sink. “Do you need drugs? More gold? I must inform you that contrarily to what someone might have told you, I - or any other alchemist for that matter - can't bring loved ones, human or pets, back to life. At least not without a considerable amount of time, money and only to give back to you a pathetic, idiotic copy of what you lost.”

Dave frowned even more, struggling to keep his composure. He wasn't known to be a staid man. He raged easily for the smallest thing. And now, on top of all his nervousness, tension and fear, this woman was being highly inappropriate and kind of unnerving. “We're not here for this, thank you,” she said. “We came to ask
for... a change. We heard you're the right person for that.”

At these words, Santana's smile faded and her gaze turned distant and cold again as it was a few moments before. She sensed that they were there for something big, but she had to be careful because the agents where everywhere, and with elections due in a couple of months both candidates were eager for some good arrest. For what she knew, those two could mean trouble.

“Yes, I perform changes,” she said as she reached a long table in the center of the room. It was crowded with alembics and little bowls full of all kind of ingredients, that she carefully moved aside to make room for a big, old-looking book. “What kind of change do you need? Skin color, hair color? I can even change the color of your eyes, it is not that hard,” she continued, flipping through the pages and making a list of all perfectly legal alchemical processes.

“No,” Dave started shaking his head before she could even finish. “It's not something so simple. And, honestly, if it was for such a trivial matter we would have asked some chemicals to a regular alchemist. We wouldn't have bothered to come here, with all the risks that a situation like this implies for us. So, please, just listen. We know you can do what we're asking for.”

Santana sighed. Usually agents lacked in desperation, while these men had plenty in their eyes. Plus, while the big one could have been an officer, the other one surely wasn't; with his delicate features and his worried expression, he seemed more suitable to rule a house than work for the government. It couldn't hurt to at least let them speak. It didn't mean she was also going to say yes.

She closed her book and nodded, her hands inside her sleeves. “I'm listening.”

Kurt cleared his throat, looking down as he spoke. “I'd like for you to change me, to...” he dared to look up at her “to change my body so I can bear a child of my own.”

Santana's eyes turned even colder and more distant at the sole mention of that. She turned around quickly and resumed cleaning and moving around things that didn't need to be moved at all. “What you ask is not within the common lines of the recognized alchemy,” she said nervously and annoyed. “I assume you know what it means.”

She actually didn't. Nobody ever knew what it meant or what they were even asking for. Nobody understood the extent of the crime it represented. Changing a male body so that it was fit to bear a child was a magnificent alchemical process, the proof that men and nature – that men and Gods, in her opinion – could work together and create something, create life. And yet the Priests considered it a sin, something to punish. According to her, that was only because they couldn't do the same with their prayers.

She had lost a career over her convictions. She didn't want to lose anything else, if it wasn't worth it.

“That's why we're here!” Dave said. He was starting to get really upset. This woman didn't understand anything. Or she pretended to, which was even worse.

Kurt placed a hand on Dave's in order to keep him quiet and keep talking calmly. “Actually, we don't know exactly what it means,” he explained. “We heard you're the right person to ask to, but we don't know what it will take. So that's why we're here, now. We'd like to ask you a couple of questions, to see if this can work for us. And then we're going to decide on what to do.”

Santana didn't like the bigger man. Or at least, she didn't like his way to bark at her every time she didn't answer exactly what he wanted to hear. Even though she could relate to his way of reacting, because she would probably do the same if the roles were reversed.

Anyway, she had said she would have listened, so she was going to. But first, they needed to be told this was going to be no piece of cake. She had known too many rich people who were persuaded that alchemy was fairy tale magic, able to accomplish everything they could imagine, with no more consequences than a sprinkle of fairy dust over their precious satin dresses, to let them go on without saying a word about it.

“Before you ask me anything, know this,” she said, looking seriously at them. “What you want from me is not only against the law of Gods, but also extremely dangerous for a few reasons you might understand and for a lot more you don't, even if you should. It is not certain and not abiding. Given that, ask your questions.”

Kurt moistened his lips and opened his mouth to ask something, but Dave was faster. “Is it going to be dangerous for Kurt or the baby? Are they going to risk their lives or suffer? Is the baby going to...” he searched for the right words “to be fine?”

That was not even remotely the point, but she was expecting those kind of questions. People always wanted to know if they were going to suffer; as if suffering was the worst that could happen. “As far as your husband is concerned, the risk for him only depends on the medical assistance he will have after the process. Men are not supposed to give birth, so during his pregnancy he might experience ugly discomforts that won't be fatal to him if treated right,” she explained as clearly as she possibly could. “The baby, however is a different matter. Usually everything goes well, but it's an unstable process which sometimes leads to unstable results.”

Dave instantly shut up because what he wanted to say now was that if there was even the remote possibility that the child was going to have problems, then the risk wasn't worth it. But he knew how much it meant for Kurt and that the choice ultimately depended on him. So, he kept his mouth closed and waited.

Kurt nodded, assimilating the information. “I want to know what is the process going to take practically,” he asked furthermore. “What will you have to do to me? How does it all work?”

Santana appreciated that the man wanted to know all the details and she was determined not to hold back on anything, no matter how unpleasant. What she wasn't sure about it was that he or his husband could handle the information. “I will make a concoction that will help your body relax and give up all the possible restrains that would hamper the intervention,” she answered. “Then I will perform the alchemy on you. In order to create something – which is to say an uterus to contain the baby – you will have to give up something else. The process will settle itself with my help, but this basically means that all your internal organs will be redistributed, removed when possible, dislocated, changed to fit in a smaller space. Everything will be back to normal after you give birth.”

Dave opened his eyes wide. He was terrified. “This seems painful,” he cringed. “What does it mean he will have to give up something else? What will he lose?”

Santana shook her head. “We cannot say, at the moment. But the human body is prone to adapt to survive,” she explained, pointing at the anatomical graph hanging on the wall behind her. “So whatever he loses, he won't need it to survive and if he does, what remains will be modified to bear the new condition. I'm here to make sure of that.”

Dave didn't like it at all and he felt in no way reassured, but once again, it wasn't his call. Kurt nodded again. If he was reconsidering, he didn't show. “I see,” he said, thinking about it thoroughly. “What is the ritual consisting in? What will you have to do to get the process done?”

“I won't need to cut you open, if this is what you are afraid of,” Santana said, with barely the hint of a smile on her cherry-red lips. “In fact, I won't touch you at all. It will be the energy of the process to get in contact with your own energy and work with it, which will result in your body to mutate. What you'd have drunk before will help you bear the pain.”

“So, he's going to drink something, and then what?” Dave finally cut in, unable to stay quiet any longer. “Am I going to be by his side? Will we do it here? We need to know everything. I won't let you do anything if I don't know exactly every single step of the process.”

Kurt looked at him. “Dave, please.”

“No, I want to know,” he insisted, stubbornly. “I need to know.”

Santana was totally unaffected by Dave's nervousness. She actually didn't care much. As an alchemist – for such she still considered herself – she wasn't compelled to show empathy to her clients unless she was working in a medical facility. But she wasn't and she had actually never had.

“We would do it in here or somewhere else, that depends on how much time will pass until our next meeting,” she answered. “If you want, you can stay with him, but you won't be allowed to touch him because your energy would interfere with his. The process will last from half an hour to one hour and half and I can only start it. Once it is started, it can't be stopped. After that you will have a very short window of time to get him pregnant before the process, unstable as it is, goes reverse for good.”

Kurt opened his eyes wide and blushed furiously because he had never heard someone talking so shamelessly about such a private matter. Let alone a complete stranger. Dave was shocked too. He didn't blush like his husband did, but he was quite outraged. “What-- what do you mean? How much time will we have?”

Santana shook her head for what it felt like the millionth time, completely blind to their widen eyes. “Again, I don't know exactly. It's different for everyone, but you will want to do it as quickly as you can. It's probably better if you take a room around here. Not the perfect place to make a baby, I agree. But time plays an important role in this.”

“A-- a room?!” Kurt was really shocked now. He covered his mouth with both his hands and looked at her almost horrified. Inns in that part of the city were no places for them; just filthy appendixes of all the brothels crowding the Dump nearby. He was not going to conceive his baby there.

Dave caught his discomfort and shared it with him. “Why don't you leave this to us? Thanks.” He inhaled and exhaled, and then he tried to lead the conversation elsewhere. “How much will it cost? We are aware the services you offer are not cheap.”

“And this one in particular is not cheap at all,” she confirmed. “Considering the risks with the Priests and the results, plus all the materials I will need, it's gonna cost you one hundred thousand.”

“One-one hundred thousands?!” Dave's eyes grew even wider and he turned pale. “We don't have all that money! It's... it's too much!”

Kurt bit his inner cheek, panic striking him more strongly now than it had before when Santana was telling him how his body was going to change. Money seemed a way bigger problem now that he knew the exact amount of them they will need. Being the one who managed the house, he knew very well their financial situation and they didn't have so much money. He actually wouldn't know how to collect it all, Dave's job being their only mean of support. Even using what they had cached over the years, they couldn't withdraw such a conspicuous amount from their bank accounts without declaring the reason for it. Lying wouldn't have worked either, because rumors would have easily spread.

“How much did you think it would cost?” Santana asked, half surprised half annoyed by their naivety. “We are talking about making him able to do something nature hadn't originally planned him to do. Things like these don't come for free.”

“Not for free, but not for a fortune either,” Dave said. “There's no way we can afford it at this price. I'm sure there must be a way to make things a little less expensive.”

“Please, Miss,” Kurt cut in, on the verge of tears. “We want this to happen. We want this chance. You may be right when you say that the Gods didn't plan for me to be able to get pregnant. But maybe, if they really didn't want this at all, they wouldn't even made people like you able to provide a service that makes male pregnancy possible. If you could consider taking a step toward us, maybe lowering the price a little, we could consider taking a step toward you and try to gather as much money as we can. Please.”

Santana was not in any way moved by his tears, but she had a soft spot when it came to the Gods wanting her to do what she did, which was exactly what she herself thought. Alchemy existed because Gods made it possible, so thinking about part of it as illegal or unnatural had no sense whatsoever for her.

“Alright. I can lower the price to sixty thousand, which is hardly more than half the price and I barely get something out of it.”

Sixty thousand were not in any way more affordable than one hundred, but they were something less, at least. It was a hope Kurt was going to cling to as much as he could. He instantly smiled, the tears in his eyes turning from sadness to joy. “Thanks. That's really kind and generous of you.” He felt the need to hold her hand in gratitude but somehow she didn't seem the kind of person who would have allowed him that. “We appreciate it a lot, really.”

Dave didn't say anything. He had no idea where Kurt thought he could find sixty thousands dollars. He averted his eyes and just held Kurt's hand when his husband searched for his.

“I will get what is needed,” the alchemist nodded. “And as soon as you have the money, we can proceed.”

After that, there wasn't much left to say. Santana saw them to the door, as she had done with the old lady and soon they were out in the warm air of June.

*
By the time they reached the house it was past midnight.

They had to go to the alchemist after sunset, to avoid the risk to be seen or recognized by someone they knew. They even took their second carriage, the old one they never used anymore and was always parked in the garage. The driver was surprised, but well trained enough not to ask questions. He was an old, wise man who had worked all his life for Kurt's family and had been part of Kurt's dowry when he had married Dave. He had no interest in ruining his masters' life.

Dave opened the door for Kurt and they walked inside. The house was dark and quiet, the few servants who worked for them had gone to bed already and the only sound they could hear was the peaceful, almost soothing buzzing of the communication system coming from the media room.

The house was beautiful, and way bigger than Dave's job would have allowed. It had belonged to the Karofsky family for generations, and passed from father to first born over the years. Kurt had come to live there during his engagement period with Dave, as the tradition wanted. Dave's parents had lived with them after the marriage for five years before they both died within a month of each other.

It was a two stored house with one of those traditional big foyer that were so rare in more recent houses and a little but lovely backyard where Kurt was growing red roses. But it had too many rooms for the two of them alone. It was time for them to have children.

Dave helped his husband out of his coat and put it carefully on the hanger by the door. He was pretty sad and discouraged for the talk they had with the alchemist, who made it all seem harder to accomplish - not to mention expensive – than what they had originally thought. He was expecting the process to be quite complicated and he was ready to make all the sacrifices that would have been needed. But the price she asked was too high. Now, he felt like they didn't stand a chance and he was worried that Kurt could take it badly. He had put so much in it.

Instead, Kurt was so madly in love with the idea of having a baby of his own that he would not let anything discourage him, as crazy and complicated as it could be. They hadn't spoken on their way back, and he waited for them to be inside the house before breaking the silence.

“We should start thinking about what we need to do, now.”

Dave sighed deeply. He saw it coming. He took off his coat, putting it with his husband's and then unbuttoned the first buttons of the neck-high shirt he was wearing. “Which would be? I'm telling you, Kurt, I'm not sure this is actually something we can do at all. I don't want you to get too much emotionally invested.”

Kurt looked up at him, instantly worried. “What do you mean? Of course we can. She said it is possible.”

“She also said we need an amount of money that we don't have right now, Kurt. And I don't know how we could find it. We could use our savings, but you know that every withdraw must be justified to the bank,” Dave said, sighing again as he sat down on his favorite armchair near the fireplace. “...Then I don't like what she said about you changing inside.”

“I need to, in order to bear our child. I know the idea is upsetting,” he stroke his tummy, thoughtfully, “but it makes sense if you think about that. The baby will need space.”

Dave looked at Kurt's hand drawing circles on his tummy and swallowed. He realized he had never really thought about how it would work in practice. The idea of internal organs moving was upsetting enough as it was, but a baby actually being inside Kurt for nine months was suddenly even weirder.

“I know, but she made it seems painful.“ He looked at him with sadness in his eyes. “I don't want you to feel any pain. I don't even know how you are supposed to give birth after I... you know.”

“I suppose they will do what they do when women have troubles giving birth.”

Dave shivered from head to toes and tried to take the thought out of his mind. Even with the generally clean and almost never invasive use of alchemy in medicine, C-section were still pretty bloody affairs. “Alright, then, we have to keep... we've got to keep our minds on the task. Be focused,” he said. “Maybe I could ask for a loan. I mean, outside the banks circuit.”

“I don't think that is a good idea. Those kind of deals are really dangerous.” Kurt shook his head as he went to the drinks cupboard and poured himself something to drink. “We can't take that risk with a baby on the way.”

Dave frowned a little. “I can handle it. I promised I'd take care of you and our family. It's not that hard. I'll ask for a loan and then I'll keep for myself a bit of the business' profits. In six or eight months we will be set.”

“What if something goes wrong with the business? All kind of things can happen,” Kurt went to sit next to him on the couch and lifted his legs, so he could put his feet on his husband's lap. Dave started massaging them right away. “It's better if we don't have debts of any kind. Maybe we can sell this house and live in the summer house.”

What he called summer house was actually a little building, not much bigger than a cabin, Dave's father had used when he'd go fishing during week ends. It was not far from the city and they went there for a week or two every summer so Kurt could sunbath and Dave could take over his father's hobby, but still run back to his office in a couple of hours if he needed to. However, the summer house was not meant to be lived in for real. It didn't even have a proper kitchen.

Dave made a face. “In the summer house?” He asked. “That's too small and basically on the seaside, outside the city walls. You can't really live there, with a baby to booth. Please, be serious. There must be another way, Kurt. Somebody we could ask, something we could do...”

Kurt stayed quiet for a while, lost in thoughts. Then, after a few moments, he reached out to the coffee table for one of the many phone receivers that were scattered all around the house. He turned it on and opened to the phonebook, quickly browsing through it. “Maybe there is someone.”

Dave raised his eyes on him and arched an eyebrow, moving his hands up Kurt's legs to massaging his ankles. “Who? Someone you know?”

“You know him too.” Kurt smiled, finding the name he was looking for. He checked on line the number he had to see if it was still the same. It was. He looked up at Dave. “What about Blaine?”

Dave frowned even more. He never liked the guy. “What? What about him?”

The number was connected to Blaine's personal profile on every social network and to his business' site. Kurt quickly browsed through them. He hadn't seen Blaine for months now, but nothing seemed changed in his life. “He buys and sells stuff all the time!” Kurt answered. “He is an art dealer. Some of the things my dad left me are really valuable. We can see if he can buy them for a good price.”

Dave got instantly grumpy. He even stopped massaging him, which was the ultimate sign of his annoyance. “I don't like that guy. I never did,” he grumbled, hardly resisting the urge to cross his arms on his chest and be completely pouting. “He was always hovering around you, even after we married. We don't need to bring him in this.”

Also, Dave didn't want to bring him into that and let Blaine know Kurt wanted something he could not provide. The man was rich behind what it should have been legal and the last thing Dave wanted was to give him the chance to take his fat wallet out of his fancy, expensive pocket and make Kurt dreams come true.

Kurt and Blaine had gone to school together when they were younger. They used to sing together in the choir of their neighbor temple and hang around with the same people, even if Kurt was one year older than Blaine. By the time Kurt was allowed to meet his assigned husband, at fifteen, the two of them lost touch with each other until Kurt's wedding, to which Blaine was invited.

Since then, Blaine had come visiting once every two or three months. A courtesy Dave could easily do without.

They had been very close during their childhood and a small part of their teen years too. So, even though they somehow grew out of their friendship as it was before, they still cared for each other a lot. Too much, according to Dave who was madly jealous of the charming way Blaine had with Kurt.

However, Kurt didn't take Dave's worries seriously. Mainly because it had never been that way with him and Blaine. “Blaine Anderson and I are just friends, Dave. You know that already.”

Dave had heard him saying that a million times already and of course he believed that, because Kurt had never given him reasons not to, but still Blaine's name made his hands tingle. “Of course I know, but still I don't like him,” he said. “And most of all, I don't like what he became after he lost his fiancée. Losing him made him reckless.”

Gods had not been very good with Blaine, whose assigned husband had died at the age of thirteen, before they could even met. According to the tradition, only the Priests could assign one person to another, which meant you could not marry anyone else, unless the Priests found it for you.

That never happened for Blaine, who had been alone since then.

Kurt put on a very sympathetic face, like every time he thought about Blaine's situation. “You should be more understanding,” he scolded him. “His fiancée's death was hard on him. He never really recovered. As a matter of fact, we should see him more often, instead of letting all these months pass between visits. Plus, he really can help us with this.”

Dave didn't look too convinced. “I don't know, Kurt. I don't think we can trust him. It's not...” He looked for the best way to say it, since Kurt was already glaring at him. “You know, with all the rumors about where he goes and who he meets, I don't think he matches the criteria of discretion we're searching for, in this particular situation.”

“Blaine would never say a word.” Kurt gave him a little smile. “And then, it would be just a matter of days, until after we have the right amount of money. Once I'm pregnant, people can even talk, if they want to. Nobody will be able to do anything about it.”

Dave sighed and pondered the whole matter. Blaine was famous for a lot of unfortunate reasons, but most of all he was famous for how rich he was and how convenient his deals were for both parts involved. So Dave guessed that, if they really had to sell something, he was the best choice. “What were you thinking about selling?”

Kurt had been thinking about it since the very moment Blaine had come into his mind. His family wasn't rich but there were a few old and precious items that had belonged to his father and were now part of his inheritance. One in particular was very unique. Kurt felt sad at the thought of parting from it, but he was willing to do it for his child. “My father's Book,” he answered, in a low voice. “It's the most valuable of my possessions.”

Dave looked at him, shocked. “Are you serious? It's... It's our Creation Book. It was your father's. You love that book. It's the book we would have given to our child, if it was the case.”

The Creation Book was a strong and essential part of the tradition. It contained the story of how the Gods, after seeing the human race suffering for love, had decided to find the perfect match for every soul, bringing harmony and peace in the lives of all. Every man and woman who wanted to live by the Gods, followed the lessons the book contained.

Each family had his own copy, traditionally brought as part of their dowry by the wife or, in case of a same sex marriage, by the submissive element of a couple, which was chosen by the Priests between two babies at the moment of their assignation. Being a submissive - differentiation that only existed in a same sex marriage - meant taking upon himself all those assignments traditionally more related to women, like the house care and a more motherly role toward children.

For what they symbolized, Creation Books had always to be very valuable and precious pieces of art. And having belonged to his father, Kurt held his own particularly dear.

“Well, we are giving it away so our child can come into this world,” Kurt said. “It's an act of love toward him or her as well.”

Dave sighed and brushed his face with both his hands, smiling lightly. “You have already decided, haven't you?” He asked as he looked at him, already knowing what Kurt was going to answer because he knew him too well not to.

Kurt looked straight into his eyes. “I really want this, Dave. And I think we can do it.”

Dave let out a little chuckle. He was lucky to love Kurt for his stubbornness among other things, or they would have been arguing their entire life. But he liked too much the light in Kurt's eyes every time he strongly believed in something. He patted his knees with his hands and nodded. “Alright, then. Let's do this,” he said, dragging him into his arms. “But it's better if you don't call him now. It's almost two in the morning, not a good time to call art dealers. Or anyone for that matter.”

Kurt made a little noise of happiness. “I'm calling him first thing in the morning.”

Dave kissed him sweetly on the top of his head. “It's good to see you so happy.”

Kurt beamed as he look at their reflection in the lucid surface of the glass coffee table. In nine months they were going to be even happier.


to be continued...