Summary: Everything has a start, and this is the story of how a simple thing, a loving relationship, turned into my TES Series. A collection of One shots that lead up to where my first story started.

Warnings: Mpreg. I'm afraid I'm not very well at writing Rachel so you've been warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own fox or glee.

Rated: T

Not prompt, just a little back story to my other stories.

Kurt shook, gripping the white stick in his hand, knowing that whatever this stick ended up saying would shape his life forever. It all came down to a yes or a no. Was he or wasn't he. If or if not. Blue or pink. Kurt gulped, barely registering the buzz of the timer over his deep thoughts. Tears already burned in his eyes because, deep down, he already knew the answer. He was was just confirming it for Puck's sake.

Oh gaga, Puck. He hadn't even told him he thought he might be... his life was a mess. Kurt looked down, letting all his tears fall at the sight. He just confirmed everything, found the reason behind the puking, the heat flashes, the pain, the tiredness.

He was pregnant. He was twenty two, living in a small, two bedroom, one bath, run down apartment, he worked in a coffee shop where he made eight dollars an hour, his husband, a little better off, made ten dollars an hour, they barely could afford to pay the bills and now he was pregnant. How were they going to pay for a baby?

Rachel, he could call Rachel. She just had a baby, she just went through all of this. Kurt shook with the force of an earthquake as he grabbed his cellphone, dialing his sister in law's number. He placed the cold object against his warm skin, tears turning his cheeks red.

"Hello?" Came Rachel's cheery voice. Only Rachel Berry could be this awake when there's a two month old baby at home.

"Rachel..." Kurt's voice broke, giving away his tears. He couldn't keep it in. He sobbed, hoping for reassurance.

"Oh my... Kurt? What's wrong?" Rachel asked, sucking in a deep breath and whispering something to Finn.

"No! No Finn," Kurt shrieked, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. He heard her send Finn away, she obviously didn't want Kurt to hang up.

"What happened? Was it Noah? Did he do something to you?" Rachel asked in a rush, sounding like she was ready to call everyone of their friends, ready to kick someones ass.

"N-no it wasn't Noah," Kurt said quietly. "He would never hurt me-e."

"Then what's wrong? Did someone else do something to you? Are you hurt? Where are you?" Kurt started to fell claustrophobic with all these questions being shot at him.

"P-please stop asking s-so many questions," Kurt begged, sniffing. Rachel sighed, shuffling the phone.

"Okay," She said after a while. Kurt stayed quiet, listening to her breathing, feeling a little better at the familiar sound. "Kurt?" Rachel asked after a while. Her voice sounded questioning, like she was asking if it was okay to ask if he was still there.

"Rachel, I'm... I'm pregnant," Kurt whispered, closing his eyes. Rachel sucked in a deep breath.

"You're pregnant?" She shrieked, shock, amazement, wonder in her voice. Kurt stiffened, feeling even worse now. "Oh no, Kurt, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that," Rachel back tracked after she heard his tears start again. "I thought you were using protection, that's all."

"We were," Kurt said, pulling his knees up and burying his head. "I guess... It must of... broke." He sounded defeated.

"Oh Kurt," Rachel said. "I'm sorry, do you need anything?"

"A friend."

"I'm here for you, but what does Noah think?" Kurt stayed silent. "You haven't told him yet?" She yelled again. Kurt flinched.

"I just found out!" Kurt defended himself.

"You need to tell him," Rachel insisted, ignoring his attempt at defense.

"I know..."

"Now," Rachel added.

"He's at work," Kurt said, feeling like he called the wrong person. He wanted a shoulder, but he felt like he got a fist.

"March down there and tell him," Rachel commanded. She said it like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Oh yeah, is that what you did?" Kurt snapped, remembering a year ago he was the one she called when she found out, before Finn.

"I'm trying to help you," Rachel shouted back.

"A great help you are," Kurt growled, hanging up before she could make him feel any worse. Rachel called back, again and again, until she settled for sending his a simple text message. If you don't tell him, I will. Was all it said.

Kurt cried.

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Puck dropped his stuff on the kitchen table, stretching and sighing in relief. His boss had let him go home early. Right now he wanted nothing more than to cuddle with his husband and take a nap. Between classes in the morning and work at night his sleeping schedule suffered greatly. He was happy he only had two weeks left of class.

He walked towards the bedroom, wondering where Kurt was and stopping when he heard a strange noise inside the bathroom. He stayed quiet, listening. His eyes widened once he understood. He heard the sniffing, the sobbing. Kurt was crying. Puck opened the door, deciding that it didn't matter what position Kurt was in because he's seen it all before anyways.

Kurt was fully clothed, but he was sitting on the toilet, the seat down and his knees brought up. He looked at Puck with wide, watery eyes.

"Kurt..." Puck said. Worry was written all over his face. He rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Kurt, freezing when he felt something jab into him. He looked down, taking the stick out of Kurt's hands. "Oh... Kurt..."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Kurt cried, his tears coming faster now. Puck frowned, pulling Kurt into him, shushing him. "It's all my fault."

"No, shhh, it takes two to do this Kurt," Puck assured, swaying Kurt slightly. "We'll get through this." He promised. Puck carried Kurt to the bed and the pair fell asleep.

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Kurt woke up the next morning to the sheets next to him cold and Puck gone. He sucked in a deep breath, fearing that he was gone gone. He got up, walking into the kitchen and freezing.

"Babe, I figured it out. Once I'm done with college I'll get more hours at work, we wont make much more, but if my math's right we can afford this crib" -He handed Kurt a picture of a small crib, not to expensive, but not one of those that will break- "This car seat" - he handed Kurt another picture- "And this changing table. We can ask for everything else and have a baby shower. We can move the stuff out of the storage room into a storage locker and have that be the nursery. We can budget ourselves to be able to afford formula and diapers and all that stuff. Kurt, we can do this. I realize your scared, and this might be selfish, but I gave up Beth, I'm not giving up another one."

Kurt broke down into tears again. He ran forward and into Puck's arms. Hugging, kissing, and loving him.

"Thank you, Noah."

A/N: So that was the first one. I'll try to write another one soon.