Title: Miracle
Author: catsblackmagic
Warning: Language, Mpreg
Rating: M
Characters/Paring: Kurt/Blaine
Disclaimer: It'd be nice to own Glee. ^^ But I don't. :c
Summary: I'm not going, because I've been waiting for a miracle. ...It might save you.
Author's Note: The title and lyrics (in italics) are from Paramore's 'Miracle'. Part two in the 'Let the Flames Begin' series. In this part, Kurt and Blaine have transfered to McKinley.
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I've gone for too long living like I'm not alive,
So I'm gonna start over tonight.
Begining with you and I.
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Kurt woke up when he smelled the sweet smell of fried eggs, toast, and sausage. Flinging out his arm, he was a bit dissapointed to find that Blaine wasn't there. They shared Kurt's bed, an idea Burt was wary of (Carole had to remind that they were having a baby and you should know how babies are made). But, they rarely had any intimate moments, boy got up, crossing over to the soft mohagony crib where Alex was napping peacefully. Kurt smiled, running a gentle finger along her cheek. The smell of the eggs brought him back to his senses and he bent down, kissing his daughter's downy hair. He left the door open a bit, trotting down the stairs into the kitchen. Burt and Finn were at the table, reading the newspaper and discussing the current fails of the Pirates. Blaine was helping Carole in the kitchen, shoveling eggs onto a plate. Kurt wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, planting a kiss to the back of it. He was vaguely aware of Finn making a mock-gagging noise. Blaine looked behind him at Kurt, smiled, then went back to buttering toast.
"Morning, mother," he said cheekily grinning.
Kurt battled with a smile and lost. "Don't call me that." He was just about to remind him how much he wasn't a mother when Carole poked Kurt with the edge of a plate. The boy turned, grabbing the plate and heading into the adjoining dining room.
"How're you feeling?" Carole asked, pausing near the marble island.
"Okay; very tired. My stomach hurts, but the doctor just said to take some asprin."
Kurt set down the plate and lifted up his shirt, exposing a deep red scar on the right side of his pallid stomach. Carole hissed, "Ouch," and reminded him kindly where the pills were. Blaine turned and place a kiss on Kurt's cheek, heading into the room with his own plate. Just as Kurt was about to set down his plate at the table, a quiet crying was audible. Kurt was surprised to find his mind go into a panic. Most likely, it was only something minor, but it still made Kurt think franticly.
Blaine was already up in his seat saying, "I'll get her," when Kurt put his dish down and ambled back up the steps. "I've got it," he called, noticing Carole walk back into the kitchen, preparing a bottle. He traipised into his room, stepping over and pulling out a whining Alexanderia out of her crib.
"Oh, hey, baby. Hush, I'll give you something," he whispered, skipping the baby talk. He trotted back downstairs, easily grabbing the warm bottle from Carole's hand. He slipped into the living, sitting in an old, cushioned rocking chair. It was homey, but still matched the decor. Kurt held his daughter gently, feeding the grateful child the formula milk. Several minutes later, Alex was finished with just half of the bottle left. He patted her back gently, making her burp easily. He went into the kitchen, where he found that all of the men were eating already. Carole had barely made a dent in her food.
Burt held out his arms saying, "Here, let me see my granddaughter. You go eat something." Kurt carefully handed the child to his father, rolling his eyes and muttering, "Please, I still need to lose all of this baby fat." He patted his slightly chubby stomach and Burt shook his head. Kurt sat down, chewing contentedly. Finn and Burt where cooing adorably to Alex, making her giggle garbled baby laughs. Carole was watching them with a smile, and both Kurt and Blaine were looking on with a smile, too, and a protective eye. Burt sat Alex in his lap, looking at the young parents. Carole sat at one end of the table, with Finn and Burt on the left side. Kurt and Blaine were seated on the right side.
"So," he started. "I want you both back in school in a week. The shop's doing good, so Carole can afford to work part-time and take care of Alex in the day. You two will take care of her as soon as you get home from school. No matter how much homework or how tired you are. You got yourselves into this, so do it. Understand?"
Kurt looked to his lap, holding Blaine's hand loosely. "Yes, dad." Blaine nodded, agreeing. "Yes, sir."
Burt smoothed the stray whisps of hair on the child's head, muttering, "Good."
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AN: This was quite long. But, I liked describing life after the pregnancy, with Alex and everything. ^^'