My Baby's Got a Secret

Disclaimer: I'm not RIB, so I don't own Glee or any of the characters. This fic will dive into MPREG, so I'll be using my go-to MPREG explanation like I did in When We're Older aka the Reddin gene. The gene is based on the Reddin character from the 1994 movie Junior. You should really watch it if you like mpreg. It's a good movie, I promise (I also don't have any rights to it either!) The idea behind this fic belongs to the lovely likesboyswholikeboys. The plot is all hers and she graciously allowed me to write my take on her awesome plot, so all my thanks go to her! I hope I did your idea justice!

Warning: Discussions of infidelity in the beginning; birth scene at the end!


Becoming a father at the age of eighteen had never been a part of Blaine Anderson's plan. As a carrier of the Reddin gene, he knew it was possible for him to get pregnant, but he had always been safe whenever he was with his boyfriend. They always used protection, always made sure that when Blaine bottomed they were extra careful. But somehow, something went wrong and Blaine found out he was pregnant the day after his boyfriend left for New York City.

Just the morning before, he sent Kurt on his way with a kiss and a million promises (from both of them) to regularly skype, talk on the phone, text, and so on because neither of them wanted their relationship to fail. There were tears and whispered I love you's and then Kurt was gone, leaving for the airport with his father, leaving Ohio for the Big Apple and... leaving Blaine behind.

It wasn't like Blaine didn't want him to go; he wanted Kurt to get everything he ever wanted in the world, especially when it came to achieving his dreams. But still, he was going to miss his boyfriend like crazy. Plus it didn't seem to help that he kept on getting a strange queasy feeling in his stomach. For a while, he copped it up to him being nervous about starting school without Kurt. There were mornings when he'd wake up and immediately be sick and he'd just brush it off, thinking it was just a passing 24 hour bug. Then that 24 hour bug turned into a daily thing, followed by weekly, and when it stretched on into a month long thing, he got worried a bit.

Of course, he never said anything. Kurt was still down in the dumps about not getting accepted to NYADA and having to work at the Lima Bean, so Blaine did his best to be there for his boyfriend even when he felt like staying in bed all day and sleeping for hours on end. So, after Kurt hopped on his plane and left Ohio, Blaine went back to McKinley with that damn swirling feeling in his gut again. He told himself that it was just his nerves because Kurt was gone and that he'd get it checked out later if it kept on.

The following day, Blaine woke up sick as a dog again and finally decided to go to the doctor. He spent so much time just feeling off and he knew he needed help, so he went for it. The doctor gave him a complete physical, discussed his past sexual history with him, and had him get a round of bloodwork just in case. An hour later, he was called back to the office and told, "Congratulations, Mr. Anderson. You're going to have a baby."

Congratulations. As if being an unwed teenaged parent was part of the plan. As if it was something he wanted to happen. Kurt was off in New York, he was stuck in cow-town Ohio alone and the last thing he wanted to do was call Kurt and tell him to come home. A baby would put a damper on their plans. Blaine still had his senior year to pass. Kurt was looking to try and make it in the greatest city in the world. A baby didn't factor into either of their plans.

But truthfully, while Blaine was scared out of his mind, he was also slightly happy... because the child he carried within him was created from the love he and Kurt shared.

Or, well... used to share, since Kurt broke up with him not long after he went to New York. But it wasn't Kurt's fault at all; it was all Blaine's. Because he made a stupid mistake.

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Going to Eli Corley's house was a stupid idea, but Blaine went anyway, because at the time his emotions were all over the place. He was pregnant and alone and ridiculously scared that his boyfriend was moving on without him. The pace at which Kurt's new life was going didn't even slow down enough for Blaine to catch up and hop back on - because he fell off the ride a long time ago and Kurt was having so much fun that he didn't even realize his boyfriend had taken a tumble and wasn't there beside him anymore.

The last straw for Blaine was the night of his election, the night he found out he was going to be McKinley High's new class president. It was something Kurt tried to do back when he was a senior, but he wasn't elected, so a lot of his ideas and plans for McKinley were brushed to the side while Brittany Pierce reigned as president (and barely did a thing during her whole term.) Kurt had been terribly upset over his loss and Blaine had been there by his side to listen whenever his boyfriend needed to vent. He was there to hear all of Kurt's ideas. He knew everything that Kurt wanted McKinley to become, so when it came time for sign-ups, Blaine took the bait. He wanted to get into office and help the school like Kurt wanted. He wanted to change things, to make things better for the future students, and he won. He won and when he tried to tell Kurt, all he got was nothing. His calls were ignored, his voicemails and texts weren't responded to, and by the end of that night, Blaine knew it was over. Kurt was moving on without him and there wasn't anything he could do.

It was also that night that Blaine made a grievous mistake: he went looking for someone else to talk to. Somebody in his position/situation that could possibly make him feel better, make him understand just why all of this stuff was happening to him. He was looking for someone who knew what it was like to be alone and dealing with something as life-changing as pregnancy. So, he went searching for help online, for support groups that catered to carriers of the Reddin gene... and that's where he found Eli.

Or, to be precise, where Eli found him.

The guy was persistent in the beginning, commenting on Blaine's posts on the support groups' walls, saying things like how Blaine didn't need to do this alone. A little weirded out, Blaine didn't respond to the messages, nor did he respond to the pokes or the friend requests on facebook by this mysterious guy. He wasn't even sure how Eli found him on there. All he did was post a thread in a male pregnancy forum and the next thing he knew, his facebook was getting bombarded with messages. He didn't even know the guy and he wasn't sure he even wanted to know him. He missed Kurt, missed their talks and just seeing his boyfriend's face at all. So, in a last ditch effort, Blaine tried to reconnect with his boyfriend to let him know how much he missed him. How much he needed him.

But Kurt hung up on him for some very important gossip and that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

That night, Blaine went over to Eli's house. The messages the other guy sent were pretty obvious (What's up sexy? and Do you want to come over?) but Blaine went over even though he wasn't sure what he planned to do once he got there. He was pretty sure he knew what Eli wanted - that much was obvious, but when he got there and saw Eli, saw the man who had been messaging him for days now, he wasn't sure if being there was even a good idea. He was so mad at Kurt though, heartbroken that his boyfriend would ditch him over some petty gossip, that he went looking for attention from somebody else. It was so stupid, so dumb, but he did it anyway (and later on, he would regret every second of it.)

In the beginning, Eli didn't seem like that bad of a guy. He actually began talking to Blaine, engaging him in a conversation about his pregnancy and asking him how he felt. It was the first time in forever that Blaine had been asked about his feelings and that was the moment that Eli suckered him in. But then the other guy began telling him how Kurt didn't deserve him or their child and how could Kurt just abandon him in his time of need - of which Blaine tried to explain that Kurt didn't even know, but Eli shook his head and said, "If he was a good boyfriend, he'd know that you were suffering." And then he kissed him.

Blaine should have stopped him there, made Eli back off, but he didn't. He let things go a little further. God, at the time he felt so alone, so lost in his new existence (because at that time he was hiding his pregnancy from everyone and his hormones were so messed up); he was stressed and flat-out exhausted, plus he missed Kurt like crazy. He missed feeling wanted and loved and at that moment in time, Eli was showing him that, making him feel good like he'd missed for so long.

They continued kissing, Blaine lost in the moment of feeling wanted that he wasn't even paying attention to his surroundings. He wasn't even sure how long they'd been making out for (obviously it was long enough for him to have lost his shirt and for Eli to have unbuckled his jeans), but the second the other guy's hand brushed against the bare skin of his growing belly, it was like someone threw a slushie in his face. Frantically, he pushed Eli away, his eyes wide in shock and guilt burning in his gut. Eli stared at him for a moment, also shocked that he'd been shoved away, but when he took a look at Blaine's pale face, he rolled off of the bed and offered Blaine a glass of water.

Blaine couldn't take it. He couldn't even look at the guy he just cheated on Kurt with. Bile rose in his throat and he was so close to throwing up that he just had to leave. Shakily, he slid his shirt back on and stumbled out the door, rushing home to book the next flight to NYC as soon as he set foot in his house.

And the rest was history.

Kurt broke up with him that night. There wasn't a fight, no yelling or screaming. Just tears, lots of tears. They went to bed together and the following morning when Blaine woke up and found himself alone in the bed, he packed up his things and walked out. Kurt was sleeping in a chair in the living room, tear tracks drying on his cheeks, and just knowing that he was the one who caused those tears made Blaine's heart break even more. So, he left without saying goodbye because he knew that that's what it was coming to. They were over with, completely done. Kurt wouldn't want him ever again. He was a cheater; he didn't deserve Kurt's love and he never would. Kurt deserved better. Kurt deserved the world.

What Kurt didn't deserve was being hurt the way Blaine just hurt him and in that moment, as he was walking out of the building Kurt and Rachel lived in, Blaine made up his mind...

Kurt would never know about the baby. Blaine wouldn't put him through that. Kurt needed to move on and he wouldn't be able to do that knowing that his stupid cheating ex was pregnant with their child. So Blaine zipped his lips even though it killed him to not tell Kurt about the baby.

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When it came down to it, Blaine didn't tell anyone about the pregnancy. After the break-up, he was too far gone to even care whether or not anybody paid attention to him. There had been several times that a few of the New Directions members tried to get him to talk about the break-up, but he was so tired and disgusted with himself that he shrugged them off. His pregnancy had been going well though, so there was a little bit of light in the dark tunnel that became his life. Other than that, however, Blaine felt truly alone.

Hiding his pregnancy was tough. He went to all of his appointments alone and made sure to intercept any mail that came through the door that might have anything about his medical history in it. For once in his life, he was thankful that his parents weren't around a lot because they weren't able to catch any insurance statements that were slipped in their mailbox by the mailman. Blaine made sure to grab those up so his dad wouldn't see the various tests and check-ups Blaine had been going to without telling them. It wasn't like he was ashamed of his pregnancy - he was far from that. But he was scared. His parents did their best with him and sure, they were a little distant after he came out, but they loved him and supported him. The main thing he was terrified about was them finding out he was pregnant. His dad hated Kurt with a passion; he just didn't like him. And his mom, while very caring, would probably flip out upon finding out about her first grandchild. He couldn't let them know.

So he took every precaution to make sure they didn't.

He made his appointments on days they would be out. He refrained from buying anything for the baby until he was sure he was going to keep it (because the word adoption rolled around in his head thousands of times) and he hid all of his ultrasound photos in places he knew his parents would never look.

However, despite being so careful, he knew he wouldn't be able to hide his belly forever. His style was preppy; he liked wearing tight pants, polos, and bowties. He couldn't wear that stuff with a growing bump. Nothing fit him well anymore, so he stocked up on big sweatshirts and hoodies from the thrift store. Eveyone around him thought he was dressing down because he was upset about the break-up and truthfully, while he was upset about losing Kurt, the whole jeans/t-shirt/hoodie combo was more about hiding his stomach than it ever was about Kurt. But he let everybody think what they needed to in order to keep his pregnancy a secret.

Other than that, Blaine quit doing the things he loved, like performing. He didn't audition for a role in Grease despite his friends pleading with him to go after the role of Danny and he dropped out of glee because he didn't want to perform and jeopardize the baby's health when he was so far along (by the time Sectionals rolled around, Blaine was in his sixth month, pushing close to his seventh.) His main priority was the health of his baby, so he lessened his work load and focused on graduating and getting out of McKinley without incident. Sure, he got a lot of flack for not participating in the tons of after-school activities he signed up for, but he didn't care. He had his child's health to look after, as well as his own even though he knew he wasn't taking care of himself as well as he should've been.

The constant lying and hiding became stressful. Most days, Blaine just wanted to sleep and ignore everyone, but the people around him wanted him to snap out of his funk and move on. He was very thankful when Thanksgiving break came; Blaine sent his parents off to see Cooper in California, claiming that he was going to spend time with the Hummels that Thanksgiving since Kurt was coming in. He never told his parents about the break-up nor did they know that Kurt was staying in New York over the holiday, so they left without questioning the whole thing, and once they were gone, it was like a weight lifted off of Blaine's shoulders.

He spent that whole week catching up on his sleep and on the Saturday that Sectionals occurred, he was shocked to find his phone ringing with Kurt's name displayed on the screen.

He wasn't shocked though when the very first thought in his mind was to ignore the call. And ignore it he did.

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The rest of the year went by pretty slowly.

Blaine hid his growing bump beneath his countless sweaters and hoodies, using the excuse that he was still upset over the break-up and just didn't want to do anything anymore. Sam confronted him one day about being depressed, claiming that what he was doing wasn't normal. His friend even told him that the Warblers had tried to steal the New Directions' Nationals trophy in order to get Blaine back and that they were incredibly pissed off when Sam, Tina, and Artie showed up instead. Even they were shocked to find that Blaine had quit singing and when they knew that the New Directions had tried (and failed) to get Blaine back into the group, they just surrendered the trophy without incident and ended up going on to win Sectionals without Blaine's help anyway.

Blaine was sorry to hear that, saddened to know that the New Directions' competition year was over, but there really wasn't anything he could do. So, he gave Sam his bullshit excuse and moved on, finishing out the rest of the semester before Christmas break on his own.

Two days before the actual holiday, Blaine's phone rang again - this time it was Kurt's father Burt and the man left a message that he was planning on surprising Kurt for the holiday and wondered if Blaine wanted to go. In all honesty, Blaine did want to go. He wanted to see Kurt and tell him about the baby. He wanted Kurt to know that he was going to be a father and even though he knew Kurt would be pissed that Blaine hadn't told him sooner, maybe he'd still want to take a chance at being them again. That same night, Blaine called Burt back and had a conversation with the man that ended up making up his mind for him.

He wasn't going to go and he wasn't going to tell Kurt about the baby. Kurt had been accepted at NYADA.

According to Burt, Kurt sang at some sort of winter show and Carmen Tibideaux used that as his second audition into the school. He received an acceptance letter a few days later and now he was going to NYADA; he was going to live his dream.

Blaine couldn't break that. He couldn't stop Kurt from fulfilling his dreams, not with the news he was going to share. He knew Kurt. God, he knew Kurt better than he knew himself, and he knew that his ex would want to postpone his school year to help Blaine, especially with their child, and Blaine wasn't going to have that. So, he turned Burt down, claiming he and his family were going to go see Cooper over the holidays (though that was a lie because Cooper was shooting a movie and his parents were both working over Christmas.) Burt mentioned that he was sad Blaine couldn't make it and that he wished him the best and that was that.

Later on that evening, Blaine cried himself to sleep, arms curled tight around his belly as he wept over how complicated he'd made things.

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Right before Christmas was the last Blaine heard from the Hummels - or heard about the Hummels - until Valentine's Day rolled around.

He'd been so lost in his own little world that he completely missed a lot of things going on at McKinley. His mindset was on the baby, now that he was ninth month. His goal was to graduate, so he buried himself in school work and ignored the gossip mill around him. After the break-up, he relinquished his positions in all of the after-school clubs he'd joined at the beginning of the year, so he didn't have those things tying him down and with glee club disbanded, he didn't really have to pay attention to much at all. His life revolved around making sure he kept himself healthy so that his baby (that he learned was a little boy a few months back) would be healthy too. His son laid high in his stomach, so he didn't look as pregnant as he should have for nine months, but for that, Blaine was thankful because that meant that the hoodies and heavy winter sweaters he wore covered his bump amazingly. The only downside to the baby sitting higher up in his belly was the fact that it wrecked his insides. He was in pain a lot of the time (sometimes excruciating pain), but he knew it was something he had to deal with in order to have a healthy baby, so he kept his mouth shut and marched on.

Then a few days before Valentine's, Sam came up to him and asked if he was going to attend Mr. Schue's wedding.

At the time, he hadn't been invited. Mr. Schue didn't say a word to him, but then again, Blaine never saw his old teacher much anymore since he dropped glee club. Sometimes he'd catch Miss Pillsbury staring at him in the hall, but she never spoke to him either, so he just went on with his life without a care. But now, Sam was telling him the two were getting married and that everyone was going to be there and Blaine couldn't help but ask, "Even Kurt?"

And when Sam's face fell a bit, Blaine knew he wasn't going to like the answer.

"Yeah, but he's bringing a date. Uhhh, some guy he's been dating for a while, I guess. Sorry bro."

Obviously Blaine ended up skipping the wedding.

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It was for the best that he didn't go see Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury get married anyway. Through gossip, he heard that the wedding was a bust and nobody had any fun at the cancelled ceremony or the reception. He wasn't sure if that was all true or not, but it was better for him that he didn't go in the first place. For one, Kurt showed up with his new boyfriend and Blaine wasn't sure if he was ready to deal with that yet. And two, the baby's due date was just a few weeks after the wedding; the little boy was due on March 5th.

When Blaine first found out he was pregnant last summer, he was surprised at how far along he was, but he knew when the baby was conceived. Calculating that was pretty easy.

Their child was conceived on a hot summer's night in June after a day of running through the sprinklers in Kurt's backyard and seductively eating popsicles in front of each other to try and get the other to crack. Blaine's lips were stained cherry red from the ice pop he'd been practically performing fellatio on and when he impressively teased how deep he could shove the popsicle down his throat, Kurt gave in and dragged him into the house, pushing him up against the wall and kissing away the fruity taste from his lips.

Memories of that night stayed imprinted in Blaine's mind, especially when the doctors figured that that was the date of the baby's conception. It was such a fun night, a loving night (and moment) and to know that Blaine was about to have a permanent reminder of it all was kind of bittersweet. Bitter as in he and Kurt were over with for good, but sweet that he had a reminder of Kurt to remember him by.

It was very late in the evening of March 4th when Blaine woke up with slight back pains. They were nothing unusual for his pregnancy, per se, but it was still uncomfortable especially when he had just fallen asleep and wasn't expecting to wake up for several more hours. For the rest of that night, he tossed and turned in bed, struggling to get comfortable, however he was fighting a losing battle. Deep down, he wanted to creep down the hall to his parent's room and wake his mother (the only one of the elder Andersons home that week) and let her know everything, but he couldn't. He'd been so good at hiding the pregnancy from them so far and even though his due date was the next day, he was still scared to tell them because he didn't want to disappoint them.

In his mind, he told himself that they'd be disappointed anyway once he had the baby, but he didn't care. By then, the baby would be there and he'd be so enthralled with him that he wouldn't give a crap what his parents thought.

Groaning, he rolled over onto his side and wrapped his legs around his body pillow, snuggling close to it as another wave of pain trickled down his back and into his belly. Honestly, they felt like Braxton Hicks' contractions - he'd been having those off and on for weeks now, so he wasn't too worried. Even though his due date was right there, he knew first babies had a knack for being late. Cooper was over a week late when he was born, so Blaine's little one could possibly be the same way, especially if he took after Cooper more than the unforgiving pointing that he seemed to like to do in the womb.

When another round of tightening discomfort rippled through him, Blaine clutched at his belly and whined, murmuring to his baby to just let him sleep for a few hours so that he could be rested up for his English test that day. "Is this payback for reading you The Canterbury Tales?" He asked his belly when the pain subsided, rubbing the rounded flesh as he settled down against the wall of pillows he had spread around him. It was the only way he could sleep nowadays thanks to the constant pain in his back and on the nights where he knew he'd be sleeping surrounded by pillows and showing off his obvious pregnant belly, he locked his bedroom door so that his parents couldn't just barge in and see what he was hiding.

Much like that night when his door was securely locked. He sat up, staring through the darkness to make sure he could see the knob lock turned upwards and when he was sure it was still secure, he laid back down, rolling over to pop a few ibuprofen to help dampen the ache in his back so he could sleep.

The pain killers seemed to help a little, enough that Blaine got a few hours more of sleep in before he had to go to school. Once again, it was snowing lightly outside - Ohio winters were pretty crazy sometimes, but Blaine loved it nonetheless. That morning (like every morning) he dressed warmly in a t-shirt, one of Cooper's old hoodies (one that was big on him and fit comfortably over his swollen belly), and a pair of maternity jeans (that he picked up at a Goodwill) before went off to school, ignoring the growing ache that was beginning to travel all over his body. Throughout the day, he went through his classes as if he were in a fog. His body felt like it was being controlled by something other than him and his head pounded. He was exhausted, overwhelmed with nausea, and by the time he got to his English class, he was ready to fall over.

"Are you okay, Mr. Anderson?" His teacher asked him, pausing in her motions to hand out the tests. Blaine glanced up at her, noting how blurry she looked, and he blinked rapidly, trying to nod his head before a tidal wave of pain slammed into him and he gasped, hands flying to his belly to try and stop the hurt. Around him, his classmates turned to look at him and embarrassment flooded his cheeks; he knew they were wondering what was going on with him, but part of him was very far from caring, especially since it felt like his insides were about to explode from his abdomen. Another groan slipped from his lips and before he knew it, Sam was at his side, sliding an arm around his waist to help haul him from his seat.

Mrs. Vincent, his English teacher, said something about getting him to the nurse, so Sam dragged him out into the hall and that's when Blaine noticed Tina trailing behind them, her eyes watery with worry.

"What's wrong with you, Blaine?" She asked, her arms full of his things. Sam tightened his grip around Blaine's side and adjusted him a little bit better for the rest of the walk to the nurse's office. He kept saying something about getting him help, but Blaine couldn't hear him over the pounding in his ears. His stomach was clenching itself up in yet another contraction and all he wanted to do was go off somewhere and hide - or go home even - but two of his friends were dragging him to see the nurse and oh god, they were going to find out.

"Stop," he panted, planting his feet on the floor once the contraction ended. "I'm fine."

"You're far from fine, Blaine. Something's wrong with you. You haven't been yourself lately. And you were crying in class! Something's wrong!"

Blaine shook his head, reaching out to take his things from Tina. "I'm fine. I just... I slipped on ice yesterday and I think I bruised my ribs. I dunno. I was taking a deep breath because I was nervous about the test and it made everything hurt."

Sam looked at him incredulously, like Blaine had grown another limb and was waving it around. "Seriously dude?"

"Yeah. I just- I really think I should go get it checked out."

"Well then that's why we're taking you to the nurse. Come on," Sam went to wrap his arm back around Blaine's side, but Blaine shook his head, stepping away from his friend.

"It's okay. Really guys. I'm fine. I'll just go to the office and call my mom and she can take me. I'd rather have an actual doctor look at it instead of the school nurse, okay? Really."

"And you're sure you're fine?"

Blaine looked into Tina's eyes with as steady of a look as he could give her, "I'm positive. I'll be okay."

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Getting home was a hassle within itself.

Blaine successfully snuck out of the building and to his car, but once he climbed inside, another contraction slammed into him like a freight train and he almost burst into tears, his fingers clutching the steering wheel as white hot pain blistered all over his lower half. He wasn't stupid, he knew he was getting closer and closer to giving birth, but he was just so scared. The thought of doing this alone terrified him and deep down, he was regretting ever trying to do this by himself. He should have told someone. He should have confided in his mom, but he didn't. And now he was going to give birth alone.

Teary-eyed, he drove home and miraculously was able to sneak into the house without his mother knowing. All he wanted to do was grab the overnight bag he had packed and ready to go from his bedroom and then he'd sneak out and drive to the hospital. However, his baby had other plans and in the midst of climbing the stairs to his room, he dropped to his knees, crying out as another contraction hit him. A hand curled around his belly and he whimpered, using his other hand to clutch at the railing of the staircase. Tears ran down his cheeks and he began to cry, the fear from earlier falling hard on his shoulders as he realized how scared he truly was to be doing this by himself.

He wasn't ready for the baby, not yet. He had nothing prepared for the baby at all. There wasn't a nursery set up for his son - hell, there wasn't even a crib or a carseat to bring him home in yet! Blaine hadn't even had the time to buy any clothes for his child. He had nothing...

He was going to be a terrible father.

Sobbing, he hunched down lower on the staircase and pressed his head against the carpet, shaking as the sobs that ripped through him got louder and louder. He wasn't even thinking by that time, too overwhelmed by pain and fear that he didn't realize that his cries alerted his mother, who just so happened to be in the kitchen writing a grocery list before she went to the store. Upon hearing her son's cries, she rushed out of the kitchen and down the hall, running into the foyer where she could hear Blaine's anguished whines grow louder.

"Honey? Blaine, what's wrong?"

His mother's soothing voice entered his ears and Blaine sobbed louder, doing his best to turn on the steps to catch his mom's eye. His hand stayed glued to his belly, rubbing large circles over the mound hidden beneath his hoodie, but he knew that when his mom caught the action, she's just know.

"Mama?"

"Oh sweetheart." The woman rushed up the stairs and knelt down beside her son, careful to not nudge him too much. She looked down, wide-eyed at the hand cupped over Blaine's belly and gently, she laid her hand next to it, gasping when a tiny bit of movement brushed her fingertips. "How long, Blaine? How far?"

"Today," Blaine whimpered, leaning forward to let his head rest against his mother's shoulder. He breathed in the smell of her perfume and began to cry again, shame filling his heart as he realized that he kept a huge secret from the one person who could have helped him the most. "My due date's today."

"Oh my god. Oh honey," Mrs. Anderson cooed, removing her hand from her son's stomach to pull him into her arms. She kissed the top of his head before pulling back, a loving look in her eyes as she stared down at her little boy. "We need to get you to a hospital. Do you have a bag packed?"

"Yes. Mom, I'm so sorry!"

"It'll be okay, sweetheart. We can talk about this later. Let's get you to a hospital."

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"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten!"

Blaine slumped back, breaths panting from his chest as he closed his eyes and took a breather while they waited for another contraction to hit before he started again. His mom was on his left side, one of her tiny hands wrapped around his while the other brushed his sweaty curls out of his face. There were two nurses at his feet, holding his legs back when he needed to push, and there were several hovering in the background waiting for the baby to be born so they could whisk him away to check up on him and do the usual APGAR tests to make sure he was okay.

They had only been at the hospital for a little over an hour when Blaine went into active delivery. When he got to the hospital, he was already at 9 centimeters of dilation and within a half hour, he was ready to push, which was what he was doing now.

Childbirth was draining. God, labor was draining, but this whole pushing ordeal really took the cake. Blaine was so tired. He'd labored for the past day and now all that was left was to bring his child into the world and he wasn't even sure if he could do it or not. His mom kept on whispering encouraging words into his ear and she counted along with the staff when he pushed, so it was nice to have her there, but when Blaine really thought about it, who he really wanted there was Kurt.

However, Kurt didn't even know about the baby and if it were up to Blaine, he'd never know. How that would work, Blaine had no idea, but he'd think about that later - after he had his baby. Groaning, he sat back up, another contraction hitting him with the urge to push and he whined as the pain in his lower half grew sharper with each passing moment. His mom said something to him about how well he was doing and he cried out, leaning his head against hers as the countdown ticked away and the nurses told him he could rest again.

Even though he was in the midst of giving birth, he couldn't help but wonder what Kurt was doing at that moment... was he out on a date with his new boyfriend? Was he knocking the population of NYADA dead with his gorgeous voice? Was he thinking of Blaine perhaps? More tears filled his eyes at the thought and he pursed his lips together, shaking his head as images of Kurt kissing him and promising forever filled his mind.

God, he'd really fucked up, hadn't he?

"Here comes another contraction, Blaine. Chin to your chest and push!"

Blaine did as he was told, hissing when the burn down below became all too apparent and all he wanted to just close his legs and tell everyone to leave him alone. However, the nurses holding his legs seemed to be ready for something like this, so they held his calves a little tighter and said things to him about how well he was doing... as if that was going to make him feel any better.

"This hurts so bad," he grunted, grinding his teeth together when his doctor commanded him to push a little harder. His mother chuckled a bit, which annoyed Blaine to no end, but she kissed the side of his sweaty temple and muttered, "Been there, done that, sweetie. But it's all worth it in the end."

Blaine hoped it was.

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Carole Hudson-Hummel sat stone still at the kitchen table, eyes watching her husband carefully as he stared at his cellphone, his thumb hovering over the call button as he fought with himself over dialing his son's number.

"What if this is some sort of joke?" Burt asked, looking up at Carole with his light green eyes full of fear. Carole shrugged, tapping her fingers against the wood as she stared back at him.

"Why would Marisol lie to us about this though? You heard Blaine in the background. He sounded like he was in a lot of pain. Giving birth is pretty painful."

"I know that, but... he never said anything. I just talked to him at Christmas and he didn't say a word."

"Maybe he was scared? He's still very young, Burt."

"But he cheated on my son. How do we even know that that baby's even Kurt's? Honestly, Carole, how do we know?"

Carole sighed, reaching across the table to take one of her husband's hands within her own. "We don't, but... look at the big picture here: Blaine's having the baby right now. If you look at the length of pregnancy, he would've gotten pregnant sometime in the summer. Like June-ish, long before Kurt went off to New York and before the... before the cheating happened. That baby's most likely Kurt's."

"God. I just don't know what to do, Care. How am I supposed to tell my son that he's going to be a father?"

"Break it to him gently. You're good at that."

Burt shook his head, "This a completely different situation though. He's supposed to come in next week for my oncologist appointment. What if I call him now and he thinks that this has something to do with me?"

"Then explain it to him. Do whatever you can to get him home."

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"That was a great push, Blaine! You're almost done!"

A cool cloth ran across the sweat beading his brow and Blaine sighed, thankful for the soothing touch. He was trembling, his body doing whatever it could to keep him going during this incredibly exerting act, and deep in his heart, he was glad there were people there to help him. His mom was a steady presence at his side, occasionally slipping ice chips into his mouth and wiping the sweat from his forehead before it dripped into his eyes. The nurses around him rubbed his belly and checked the monitor strapped to it, making sure everything was alright whilst keeping a close eye on the baby's heart rate as he was being born. They were also very motivating with their words, which was great, because Blaine wasn't sure how long he'd be able to do this without cracking.

"Is he almost out?" He asked breathlessly, head pounding and lower half completely burning. The doctor shook his head; he was busy doing something down there, but he answered his patient's question nonetheless.

"His head is. After that, you'll almost be done. You're doing great though."

Blaine closed his eyes when he felt his mom's fingers thread back in between his. She kissed his forehead again and hummed, "I can't believe I'm about to be a grandma."

"We hear that a lot," one of the nurses chimed in and Blaine wondered if those other grandmas too had learned about their potential grandchildren an hour before they were born or if his mom was the first. He continued to think about that until he felt pressure build up within him and he began to push, listening as the staff and his mom counted while his body did what it had to do.

Pain burst through him, the hardest part of the birth almost over, but it was still enough to make him gasp out in agony, his hand squeezing the living daylights out of his mother's.

"So, so good, Blaine! You're almost there!"

The stinging fire grew worse down there and he screamed, pushing harder to just get it over with. He was almost blind with suffering, delusional from the pain and the fact that he hadn't had the time to get any sort of numbing medication to help with the birth. At the time, he thought maybe that's what he deserved because he kept it a secret for so long and because he lied to so many people about it.

Now he wanted to kick himself in the face for even thinking that.

"It hurts," he moaned, whining when he was told to push again. His mom did her best to calm him down, telling him that it was almost over and that he'd be able to hold his baby soon, but he was just so tired. His body felt like jello minus the bits that twinged in discomfort and all he wanted to do was rest, but he was so close. "Mom, I'm so tired-"

"I know, honey. But it's almost over."

"I can't do this."

"You're almost there."

"I want Kurt."

And there it was. He was tired. He did want to throw in the towel, but god, he wished Kurt was there so bad. He wished it was Kurt standing beside him cheering him on, coaxing him to bring their child into the world. He wished it was Kurt smoothing his hair back and holding his hand, pressing kisses to his scalp while he struggled to keep calm and get this all over with. But no, Kurt was in New York City living it up, not knowing what was happening in a hospital room in Ohio. He had a whole new life, one that didn't include Blaine and that was all Blaine's fault. That's why he was doing this alone. Sure, he had support from his mom and the hospital staff, but he wanted Kurt.

"I know you do, baby. I know," his mother whispered, hugging him close as she squeezed his hand a little tighter.

"I need him. Mom, please?"

"Blaine, you've gotta push, sweetheart. It's almost over. He's almost out. Just push his shoulders out, that's one of the hardest parts and then you're done! You'll be done and you'll meet your little one!"

"Mom-"

"Push!"

Crying out, he did as he was told, lip curled as he tucked into himself and put all his strength into bringing his child into the world. He pushed through the agony, yelping when the shoulders slipped through, and then all of a sudden, there was a gush followed by immediate relief.

"Oh-"

A tiny cry pierced the air and Blaine fell back against the bed, listening as the sweet sound of his son's cries filled the room. His mom was laughing excitedly, clapping her hands now that her grandchild was out in the world, and the nurses smiled up at Blaine, telling him about what a great job he did. Then, there was a warmth on his chest, a squirming, welcome warmth, and the cries he heard just seconds before grew louder.

"Wha-"

"It's a boy! Congratulations!"

Weakly, he brought his hands up to his chest and curled them around his son, more tears filling his eyes when he felt the little boy wailing against his chest. From what he could see through his wet gaze, his son was small, so tiny and pink-skinned. His head was capped with a little bit of light hair and his face, though scrunched from his crying, was ridiculously adorable. "Oh, he's perfect," he breathed, looking down at his baby with awe.

"Yes, he is." His mom agreed, kissing Blaine's cheek as she admired her grandson. The nursing staff let them have a moment before they took the little one over to check up on him while Blaine got cleaned up and while the doctor and a few other nurses worked on Blaine, his mother crept to the other side of the room and took a few photos of her grandson, smiling as she snapped each one.

"And who are those for?" One of the nurses asked, grinning knowingly at the older woman.

"This little guy's got another set of grandparents and some other relatives who are dying to meet him," Mrs. Anderson whispered, carefully sending the pictures to the various numbers she knew she had to text. Once she finished, she shut her phone off and went back to Blaine's side, not surprised to find her son struggling to stay awake. "You okay, sweetheart?"

"I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I have a whole new respect for you, mama."

"As I do for you. I love you so much, baby."

"I love you too."

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Burt held the phone close to his heart, tears filling his eyes as he thought about the photo he just saw. He could have easily opened the picture again to look at it, but it was already burnt into his memory: the newborn babe laying in his crib, naked as a jaybird and still dirty from birth, but still so very beautiful. He knew that face anywhere, the face that the baby had. It was the same one he saw almost twenty years ago in that very same hospital. It was the same face he gazed down on in awe when a nurse passed over a tiny bundle wrapped in a soft blue blanket. It was the same face he saw smile at him for the first time; the same face that melted his heart.

There was no doubt in his mind that the baby was Kurt's. No doubt.

From the little button nose to the upturned lips. Hell, even his little chin looked like Kurt's, and Burt wondered to himself if the baby even inherited anything from his other father. Even in the picture, the baby's hair was lighter than Blaine's, almost a darker dirty blonde shade, like Kurt's had been when he was born, and the sight made Burt's heart soar.

It was something he truly, truly needed, especially after the last few months.

Next week, he was going in to find out if the cancer he had been diagnosed with over Thanksgiving went into remission. For the last few months, he thought about Kurt, about his son who had dealt with so much injustice throughout his young life. He thought about the cancer possibly making him miss out on seeing his son marry or have children.

And now he was a grandfather. Granted he just found out about his grandson a little over an hour or two ago, but still - he was a GRANDFATHER.

Still lost deep in his thoughts, he barely felt Carole slide up next to him until she kissed his shoulder and hummed. "He looks like Kurt, doesn't he?"

"Every little bit of him."

"I thought so too. I've only seen pictures of Kurt as a baby, but from what I saw, that's Kurt through and through."

"Yep. It is. I can't believe it."

"Can't believe that when you woke up this morning, you'd be becoming a grandfather? Because I never imagined becoming a grandma. That wasn't even in my agenda today."

Burt chuckled, "Wasn't in mine either, but I wouldn't change it for anything."

The two stood there in silence, staring down at Burt's phone with love when he opened up the photo message that he received from Blaine's mother about a half hour before. Carole giggled a bit when Burt zoomed in on the little guy's face, "Is Kurt coming in?"

"I tried to call him, but he didn't answer. I called Rachel though and she said that she thought he was in rehearsal so he'd probably call me back soon."

"Well, I hope he does. This is a pretty huge event and he needs to be here."

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Kurt plopped down in his seat, sucking down a long gulp of water before he turned his phone back on and began sifting through his messages. His dad sent him a few texts about two hours before telling him to call the house, so he quickly dialed his dad's number, sliding down into his seat as nervousness set into his gut. It couldn't be good if his dad was calling him now, just a week before he was supposed to get his test results about his cancer and whether or not it was gone or it had spread. Next week, Kurt was going to fly out for the doctor's appointment; he had the whole week planned out. He'd land in Columbus, meet up with his dad at the airport, go home and spend some time with his family, and then he'd go visit McKinley to see his friends. It had been a while since he saw them (especially Blaine, even though he kept telling himself that it was for the best) but still, that was for next week.

He wasn't sure if he could handle bad news this week.

"Dad?"

"Hey bud. Whaddya doin'?"

"I just finished Adam's Apples rehearsal. What's going on? Why did you call me? What's wrong?"

"Well, first off, slow down. Nothing's wrong... not really-"

Kurt tensed, "What do you mean not really? Why would you call me asking me to call you back if something wasn't wrong? You know how I freak out. I mean-"

"Just calm down, Kurt. Take a breather."

"But Dad-"

"It's about Blaine."

All of the blood drained out of Kurt's face. He sat up in his chair and twisted his fingers into the hem of his sweatshirt, ignoring the questions being asked of him from various members of the Apples. Adam, his new boyfriend, hovered off to the side, curiously watching as Kurt began fidgeting in his seat.

"Kurt?"

The boy in question waved his hand, hushing the group as he pressed a hand to his quick beating heart. Thoughts of what happened not too long ago flooded his mind - there were gunshots heard at McKinley just weeks before and while it was after hours and nobody was harmed, when Kurt first heard about that moment, he thought of Blaine and nothing else. He even spent that evening fighting with himself about calling Blaine, but he didn't. Because they were over. Blaine cheated and they were done.

But he still missed him. God, he still loved him and he missed his ex every single day.

"Kurt, you still there?" His dad questioned and Kurt snapped back to reality, his fingers tightening harder around the bottom of his shirt.

"Just spit it out, dad. Please? I don't think I can take this-"

"Blaine just had a baby."

"He what?"

"Blaine gave birth to a little boy about an hour ago."

"He was... he was-"

"Pregnant? Yeah, bud. It's a boy. Umm, it's-"

"Is it mine?"

There was a sigh on the other end and then Kurt's phone vibrated, causing him to jump a bit in his seat. The Adam's Apples were still watching him closely, but they'd given him enough space to talk privately with his father and for that, he was forever grateful. Shaking, he pulled the phone away from his ear and went to open the text, fingers quivering as he watched a photo of a screaming newborn materialize before his eyes.

It looked like him. "Dad?"

"Yeah, Kurt?"

Kurt sniffled, his voice cracking, already thick with emotion. Hot tears leaked from his eyes as he thought about the picture he just saw. A baby. A child. His child. "I need to come home. God, I need to come home right now."


A/N: There will only be two chapters to this, I think, since I've got another WIP going and everything. The next chapter will be Kurt coming home and the aftermath of Blaine keeping such a huge secret. I hope you guys like it (and that you liked this chapter!) Also, like I mentioned in the disclaimer above: tons of thanks and credit goes to likesboyswholikeboys because this plot was all her idea and this was just my take on it! You should check out her tumblr; she writes some kickass mpreg! Please let me know what you thought?