Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Warning: This story contains mpreg.
I
You go through the day in a daze. You're married now to the love of your life and this, you think, is just the beginning.
The reception ends before it's even had a chance to sink in. You board the plane late that night, hand in hand with the man of your dreams.
II
You're sure you must be have reached Nirvana that night. You can't remember ever feeling as close to anyone as you do to Kurt, wrapped in the sheets of the hotel bed.
You smile as he takes your hand and pulls you away from the bed and you're quite sure you've never been happier than you are in this moment.
III
The days after the honeymoon blend together. You lay in bed night after night, thinking life can't possibly get better than it already is.
IV
You wake up in the middle of the night and run to the bathroom, making it just in time to see your dinner again. You groan and flush the toilet.
Kurt finds you some time later laying on the bathroom floor. You're sweating and still have that acidic taste in your mouth, that burning sensation in your throat. He helps you back to bed, and you fall back into a restless sleep.
V
It's been going on for two weeks when you begin to think that this isn't just a passing sickness.
You think Kurt must be thinking along the same lines as you because when you get home on Thursday, Kurt pulls you into the kitchen, your wedding song reminding you that you're his teenage dream.
VI
"You think I'm dying, huh?" You ask Kurt jokingly as you dance around the kitchen.
He looks at you with an expression you're not sure how to interpret. "I don't know what's going on with you," he says taking your hands in his. "But we've got to get this figured out. For all we know, it's no more than a stomach bug, but it's gone on long enough to have gone away by now, don't you think?"
"What if it isn't just a bug?" You ask, pulling your hands out of his.
"I know what you're thinking, Blaine."
You look down, embarrassed. How could he have guessed?
"So... Maybe you didn't know it could happen."
"Kurt," you say. "I'm not saying it can't happen. I'm just… I'm just saying that it doesn't happen. You don't hear about things like this."
Kurt looks at you, a sad smile gracing his lips. "You should check... Just to be sure. Honey," he says, placing his hand on your arm. "You can't just not know. You have to be sure."
VII
Kurt sits next to you as you tap your toes impatiently. You're not sure you want to know, but you do know that you want to get out of there as quickly as you can.
You've never been a fan of doctors' offices and the thought of not knowing what was wrong was even more off-putting than it would have been otherwise.
The nurse calls your name and Kurt squeezes your hand and whispers that everything is going to be okay.
VIII
"What's been going on, Mr. Anderson?"
You clear your throat and look up slightly. "It's Anderson-Hummel," you say looking over at Kurt. "We were married almost a month ago."
Your doctor looks between the two of you before offering his congratulations.
IX
"Kurt, please tell me everything's going to be okay," you ask as the door shuts and the doctor walks out.
"It's going to be fine," he says, kissing each of your knuckles in turn.
X
Your doctor comes in a few minutes later and tells you that he needs to run a couple tests just to be sure.
You bite your tongue to keep yourself from asking what you're dying to know.
XI
Needles are not your strong suit. You cringe at the mention of a blood test, but you know it's inevitable.
Kurt squeezes your hand once more and he doesn't let go.
You can't remember the last time you felt so grateful to have him by your side.
XII
You get the call nearly a week later.
You hug Kurt and you both cry.
"We're having a baby," he whispers.
You both laugh.
You've never been happier.
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