What Could've Been

Disclaimer: I'm not RIB, so I don't own Glee or any of the characters. If I did, I'd be rich and probably not writing fanfiction! This fic is an MPREG fic, 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!) I also don't really own anything mentioned in this except for the crazy storyline so... I OWN NOTHING.

Warning: Please read WHEN WE'RE OLDER before you read this (as this is a WHAT-IF drabble based on chapters 14-16 of that story.) You can read this alone, but you will probably be confused by what happened, but if you have read WWO, read on! Also, I'm warning you that there's a minor character death in this chapter (TW: miscarriage.) Sorry guys.

[PROMPT: What if Blaine lost the pregnancy after he fainted at Finn and Rachel's house?]

"I'm very sorry. We tried what we could, but there was nothing we could do."

A gasp came from his left (Rachel) and he could hear his brother's quiet Oh god no on his other side, but other than that, the rest of the world went silent minus the roar that was filling Kurt's ears. He looked straight ahead at the doctor before him and he could see the pity in the older man's eyes, but even though the man looked sympathetic, it was obvious that his facial expression was nothing but a well-practiced mask, one used to break bad news to unsuspecting family members in stuffy waiting rooms.

This guy, this doctor, was the one who tried to save the life that Blaine carried, the life that was suddenly snatched away after an unexpected fall. The baby was gone, a life now lost, and Kurt felt so, so sick as he stared at the doctor's sad expression.

"You're lying," he whispered, voice cracking. Finn's hand fell onto his shoulder, but Kurt shrugged him off and blinked rapidly, the thick layer of tears that blurred his sight finally slipping and cascading down his face. He sucked his lower lip in between his teeth and shook his head, willing the pain that was spreading through his whole body to just go. "This- this... you're lying."

"I'm very sorry for your loss."

The doctor turned away to give the small family a moment and once he was gone, Kurt wrapped his arms around his waist and broke down, harsh, heaving sobs ripping from his throat as he fell to his knees. Finn and Rachel were at his side in an instant, softly murmuring things to him to try to calm him down, but it was of no use. He knew they thought they were soothing him because he was upset that he just lost his unborn child, but what they didn't know was that most of his emotional meltdown came from the intense guilt he felt over what happened.

It was all his fault; it just had to be.

He was so scared over becoming a dad that he pushed Blaine away and it backfired. By ignoring his husband, he let the other man fall apart and become ill. By shoving Blaine away, he stressed out his husband to the point that the younger man's body shut down... and he lost their baby. Blaine lost their baby because of him, because of Kurt.

Sobbing, Kurt leaned into Finn's embrace and did the only thing he could do: allow the guilt to swallow him whole.

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"Oh my God, Blaine - fuck off!"

"Seriously. I don't even want to hear that crap about you working. You work in a fucking coffee shop. You make coffee for people - something you could easily do here! It's not like it's rocket science or anything!"

"Jesus, it's not even like you need a degree to brew a pot of coffee - not like your NYADA degree would help that anyhow - and you're acting like it's the hardest job in the world! Hell, it's barely even a real job!"

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The words that he screamed at Blaine a week before still burned at his skin like a raging fire, but the ache he felt from breaking his husband's heart only increased due to the sounds he could hear through the closed bathroom door.

Blaine was ill again (the second time that week) and through the closed door, Kurt could hear him crying in between his bouts of sickness. Blaine's muffled sobs traveled through the thin walls like the saddest music and Kurt himself felt nauseous every single time he heard the noises of his husband retching into the toilet. However, he didn't check on Blaine once even though his heart was screaming at him to apologize and make sure his husband was okay.

For almost an hour, Kurt stood outside the bathroom, arms locked around his waist as he debated over whether or not to open the door and see if Blaine was alright. But after a while of fighting with himself (and listening to Blaine cry), he backed away and finished getting ready for work, leaving the second he could. He didn't pause to make sure Blaine was alright, nor did he even say goodbye, he just left.

He didn't know the next time he'd see his husband was when the other man was unconscious in a hospital bed.

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The room Blaine was in was dark and cold. The curtains were open, showing off the nighttime sky and outside, the heavens swirled with fluffy, dark grey clouds as a winter storm passed through. It was the same storm that had been raging earlier, but now it was pouring down the snow, covering the city with layers of slick ice, slush, and misery. Most people would be indoors bundled up at that moment (as they were advised to be), but Kurt was still sitting vigil next to Blaine in the ICU, alone with his thoughts minus the soft breathing of his unconscious husband and the steady beeping of the machines strapped to the injured man. Finn and Rachel tried to stay at the hospital for Kurt (and Blaine's) sake, but they ended up heading home before things began shutting down due to the storm. Especially since Kurt insisted that they go before things got too rough. He also wanted them to contact everyone to let them know the news because he was sure he'd be unable to, so they left with hugs and promises to return soon. Kurt didn't really care though. His heart was elsewhere, as were his thoughts.

Outside, the wind howled viciously, bringing a surge of noise into his ears, and Kurt blinked his puffy, red eyes against the darkness, ignoring the searing pain that blistered around his tear-raw eyelids. He had cried for hours after finding out the news that the life he and Blaine created was gone and now, hours later, he was still teary-eyed while he waited for Blaine to wake up.

God, the damage from the fall was devastating.

Obviously, the worst outcome occurred - the baby died, but Blaine also took a lot of injuries as well. When he fell, he hit the ground hard and landed on his stomach and arm, causing his shoulder to dislocate. However, while his arm was injured, his stomach was the one that received the brunt of it all, causing him to suffer from a placental abruption. After his fall, Finn and Rachel did all they could by getting the EMTs there and getting Blaine to the hospital, but by the time they arrived, it was too late. The doctors couldn't find a heartbeat for the baby and Blaine was rushed into surgery to stop the bleeding that was occuring due to the abruption.

According to the doctor on-call, Blaine lost a lot of blood during the surgery and they were worried they were going to lose him too, but miraculously, he pulled through. Whether or not he'd wake up soon was another story...

Sniffling, Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine's good hand and let his gaze fall onto the barely there swell of his husband's stomach. It was flatter now than it was before thanks to the surgery and a knot lodged itself in Kurt's throat as he thought of Blaine waking up to find out that he was no longer pregnant. Blaine had been so excited about the thought of having a baby; it was like it was his dream and then it was just snatched away, just like that.

And Kurt wanted nothing more than to just go back in time and fix this.

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Two days went by and Blaine was still very, very weak.

The snowstorm was over, the roads were clear, and Burt, Carole, and Cooper all flew in to New York to be with the couple, but Kurt never left Blaine's side and Blaine wasn't able to have visitors so the family just stayed in the waiting room most of the time, consoling each other over what happened.

It was nearly 56 hours after his fall when Blaine woke up completely, this time staying awake longer than the usual minute or so that he was waking up for. This time when he awoke, he seemed more attentive and scared and immediately Kurt broke down, the strength he had hoped to have upon Blaine's re-emergence to consciousness crumbling when he saw the fear in Blaine's golden eyes.

"What- the baby?" Blaine asked, eyes wide as his non-injured hand jerked out of Kurt's to feel his stomach. He hissed in pain when his fingers trailed too low towards the bandages that covered the staples from his emergency surgery. It only took him a second to realize and he ran his fingers along the line of bumpy, bandaged metal again, eyes widening in complete terror. "Kurt?!"

"I'm so sorry," Kurt choked out, looking away from the bed to stare at the wall, tears steadily running down his face as he sobbed. Beside him, Blaine went completely still before he suddenly began wailing, a horrible, horrible sound that Kurt had never heard (and never wanted to hear again) and he broke down some more, knowing that the pain he felt wasn't anywhere close to the anguish his husband was going through right now.

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A few hours after Blaine woke up, he was right back to being unconscious again - this time thanks to the sedatives the nurses were forced to give him after he hyperventilated himself into a position where he messed up his IV as well as his staples. Kurt had been terrified at the time, watching his husband cry and bleed and not being able to do anything but then the room was abuzz with people and Blaine was put out like a light, then dragged away to be repaired again, his blood still seeping through the hospital gown as they wheeled him away.

Now he was resting again, dark circle-rimmed eyes closed and mouth slack as he breathed in and out. He looked sickly and exhausted and Kurt felt so guilty staring at the ridiculous amount of gauze wrapped around Blaine's hand to protect it after it was messed up following his meltdown. As he watched his husband sleep, he thought about everything that happened over the last few days and how they probably weren't going to bounce back from it. At least not so quickly. Blaine was obviously going to need some sort of therapy after the loss of the baby; Kurt was going to need it too because the guilt he felt at that moment was something too heavy to describe.

He felt at fault. He was completely at fault in his mind and seeing Blaine suffer like this because of him broke his heart into a million pieces.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered into Blaine's hair, brushing back the dark curls from his husband's forehead to look down at the younger man's face. He kissed the tip of Blaine's nose and wiped away the few tears that fell from his eyes and onto Blaine's pale cheeks. "I never meant for this to happen."

He meant that - he never wanted something like that to happen. But it did.

It did.

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The next time Blaine woke up, he was quiet, stoic.

He stared up at the ceiling for hours, ignoring the greetings given to him by doctors, nurses, and family alike. Kurt still stayed by his side, but Blaine didn't even notice him, instead he was way too occupied by the tiles on the wall. For hours, his lips moved but only soft, hissing whispers slipped from them and they weren't of anything in particular, not a prayer or a song or anything. Just quiet words that Kurt couldn't even understand. He tried, oh did he try, but nothing Blaine was murmuring clicked, and it wasn't until Blaine had been awake for several hours that the other man even acknowledged Kurt was in the room.

It was getting dark out when Blaine turned to him and said only one thing, his voice as steady and sure as it had ever been.

"Go."

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After that, Kurt stayed home.

Burt and Carole did their best to try to help him keep his mind off of things, but it didn't work. There were things scattered all over the apartment that screamed BABY and they haunted Kurt like no other.

The baby's first ultrasound photo (the one Kurt kept at his office but brought home after the miscarriage) was now sitting on the unoccupied side of the bed, the side where Blaine usually slept. Kurt stared at it for hours, heart aching at the knowledge that this unborn child would never been known to them.

And now he knew they were having a boy, a son.

Their first child would have been a little boy. But he was now a child of dreams, an angel, Carole said, knowing damn well that Kurt didn't believe in God or heaven or anything, but he knew she was just trying to soothe his aching soul. It didn't work, that much was for sure, but she tried... and so did Burt.

However, nothing helped. Blaine was back at the hospital with Cooper and Kurt was at the apartment, alone. His parents might have been there, but he never felt so alone as he did at that moment, sitting in the bedroom with a framed ultrasound scan in his lap, fingers running along the pictured little humanoid blob in the center of the photo.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I hurt your dad like I did too. I never- I never thought I'd be a good dad, not ever, and I never thought I'd be ready for kids, but I never, ever wanted this to happen. Not to you. Not to your dad or me or anyone. I- I'm... I'm so sorry."

He set the photo to the side and dropped his head into his hands, immediately bawling into them as his soul finally began to mourn for the son he would never get to know.

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Blaine was released from the hospital a week after he woke up.

Cooper brought him home and Carole and Burt did their best to give their son-in-law space, but Blaine wasn't looking for that kind of space, he wanted more. That afternoon when he walked in the door, he stumbled right past his in-laws and right into the bedroom, carefully dropping down to sit on the bed next to Kurt.

Kurt couldn't help but notice the dead look in his husband's eyes and he knew what was coming before Blaine even moved a muscle. "I'm sorry," he whispered, watching as Blaine's thin fingers twisted at his wedding band.

"Me too," Blaine said back, pulling the ring off as well as he could with his bandaged hand and dropping it between them, letting it bounce against the comforter before it settled into a dip in the blanket.

From there he stood up and left, walking right out of the door with Cooper, and once he was gone, Kurt picked up his ring and held it against his chest, allowing his dad to pull him into his arms when he began to cry.

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Every night after the day Blaine left, Kurt had dreams, dreams about him and Blaine raising a little boy who looked like the perfect mix of the two of them. He didn't have a name, but he was the most adorable child Kurt had ever seen. Then he would wake up all alone - no Blaine, no child who looked like them, and the world would come crashing back down on him.

Blaine had left. He went to live with Cooper and there were papers for Kurt to look at and sign that were sitting on his coffee table in the living room. He had an attorney now and Jennycat was gone, now living with Blaine in Rhode Island until the divorce was settled and Blaine went wherever he was planning on heading.

They were over. Blaine was gone.

And according to their circle of friends, Blaine wasn't doing too well at all. He didn't eat, he barely slept, and he looked sickly.

Kurt was the opposite. He started sleeping in more and when he woke, he ate whatever he could find just to keep his mind off of things. The eating was to help him cope, the sleeping seemed to make things worse however. The dreams he had while sleeping only made him miss Blaine and their dead unborn child even more and he felt guiltier by the day.

If he only would've taken better care of Blaine. If he only would've kept his mouth shut instead of flipping out on his husband. If he only... if only...

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Kurt leaned back against a tree, his shoulders grating against the rough bark as he rested and people watched. Droves of people were out enjoying the surprisingly forgiving cool day, young kids holding hands with their parents while they walked through the park and laughed amongst themselves. There were tons of parents and kids out, the sight making Kurt's heart ache, but he stayed still in his spot, eyes still watchfully observing the way everyone acted.

To his right was a young couple and their toddler-aged daughter having a picnic. The woman was heavily pregnant and smiling while her boyfriend/husband/whatever doted on her and her belly. She kept on giggling at him, pushing him away with a squeal of "Jack!" before he'd lean back in and peck a kiss on her stomach followed by a kiss to their daughter's cheek as well. It was nauseatingly cute but it also made Kurt think of the things he wasn't able to do with Blaine. How he wasn't able to feel their son kick or be able to curl up behind his husband - no, ex-husband - and hold him close.

God, he and Blaine had been over for almost two years now and there wasn't a day that went by that Kurt didn't think of him... of their past.

They had no contact anymore. Blaine couldn't handle it, according to their mutual friends, and from what Kurt had heard from Rachel, Blaine moved across the country with Cooper as soon as their divorce was finalized. His ex still kept in touch with some of their friends, but he didn't tell them much, just that he was surviving... whatever that meant. But according to some of their old friends, Blaine looked lost, frail, and broken.

Kurt didn't blame him. He felt the same way.

After they were no longer legally husbands, Kurt threw himself back into his work, taking on long hours at Vogue to keep his mind busy. Sleeping and pigging out only made him hurt more, so he worked himself to death, constantly busy in the office finishing deadlines weeks before they were due. His friends and family begged him to tone it down but he couldn't, not when he came home to an empty apartment every night and spent all of his time alone.

He didn't date, he didn't go out, he just stayed in and spent time with his thoughts mostly.

Today, however, was an unusual occurrence for him. It was such a nice day that Kurt couldn't help but venture out. He had been locked away for so long and he needed the fresh air, so he went out into the world. Unfortunately, seeing all these happy people and their families made him wish that he would've picked a gloomier day to go out instead. All the happiness that surrounded him made him miss Blaine even more than he usually did.

Which was a lot.

Sighing, he slid down the length of the tree and sat on one of the enormous roots below him, dragging his legs up to rest his chin on his knees. More people passed by, not paying any attention to the quiet, brooding man sitting against the tree trunk, but as the time passed, one person seemed to be staring at Kurt from across the way. Kurt didn't notice them at first, but after several minutes of feeling like he was being watched, he looked up and found himself staring at a vaguely familiar silhouette.

Oh god.

Cooper Anderson was staring back at him, eyes wide when he realized Kurt caught him looking. Both men watched each other closely, warily keeping an eye on one another. From what Kurt could see, Cooper looked older. His wavy brown hair was flecked with grey streaks and he was wearing dark-rimmed glasses. He looked very much like a seasoned actor, of which Kurt knew he was because he knew Cooper had shot a few mildly successful movies during the last few years, but nonetheless, it was still a shock to see him there. He continued to stare at his former brother-in-law, mentally critiquing the man's outfit, when someone came up to Cooper's side carrying two brightly colored frozen drinks.

Oh...

Blaine.

Kurt's heart leapt into his throat at the sight of his ex-husband standing only a few feet away. The other man looked thinner, his skin lighter than Kurt ever remembered it being, and when Blaine noticed his brother looking at someone and turned around to lock eyes with Kurt, it was noticeable how much Blaine had changed.

His amber eyes were darker; they were a burnt sugar, dark caramel color instead of their usual swirling golden/green, and around his eyes were puffy bruises, evidence of a lack of sleep and maybe malnourishment. Blaine's shorter frame was hunched as well, making him look smaller and more breakable, and from what Kurt could see from their distance apart, Blaine was horrifyingly thin, his form looking sickly and very bony.

"Oh Blaine..."

Heart racing and without a care, Kurt pushed himself off of the ground, jogging across the park until he came face to face with his ex-husband and ex-brother-in-law. The two Anderson brothers stared at him with matching expressions: lost and fearful, and Kurt swallowed thickly before he spoke.

"Hi."

"Kurt," Cooper nodded his head at him and Kurt turned to look at Blaine, frowning when his ex's eyes darted away from him to look at the grass below their feet. Kurt let his gaze drop as well and felt tears spring to his eyes when he noticed the bones of Blaine's ankles and wrists standing out so knobby against his pale skin.

He looked so frail. So, so frail.

"What are you guys doing in New York?"

"Kurt, I really don't think-"

"Coop, can you give us a moment?" Blaine interrupted, his voice just a breath of a whisper. Cooper seemed shocked at his little brother's question, but he just clutched his cherry slush drink and jerked his head to the side, letting Blaine know that he was going to take a seat on an empty bench not too far from where they were standing. Once the eldest Anderson brother was gone, Blaine looked up, letting his tired eyes meet Kurt's as the two of them looked at each other fully for the first time in almost two years. "You look good," Blaine said softly, looking Kurt up and down.

"You too."

"Don't lie to me. I know what I look like."

"Blaine-"

"Cooper, he's... he's shooting a movie and had to shoot a few scenes here. He... he didn't want to leave me alone in LA so he brought me along. It's- it's pathetic, right? That a man in his mid-forties has to drag his thirty-something-year-old brother along with him while filming because his brother doesn't know what to do with himself anymore."

"Oh honey," Kurt whispered, ignoring the endearing term that slipped from his lips. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and take Blaine's hands within his own, to warm up the chilled flesh of his ex's fingertips and hold him close, but he couldn't do that anymore. Blaine wasn't his. "I... I've missed you."

"I know. I... miss you too."

"Can I hug you? Please?"

Blaine looked down at his hands, one clutching his frozen drink, and he shrugged. "You don't have to. You don't have to feel sorry for me, Kurt. I'm not even sure why you came over here."

"I told you I missed you. Blaine, I... I never wanted this to happen. You know that, right?"

Blaine's silence told Kurt everything: he didn't know. It just showed that no matter what, things were always going to be awkward between them after what happened two years ago. Shaking his head, Kurt stepped forward, carefully slipping his arms around Blaine and pulling him close. He stifled back a sob that threatened to spill from his throat when he tugged his ex-husband into his arms and felt nothing but bones and sun-warmed skin press back against him. Blaine was still in his arms, his breathing coming in a bit more labored now, and Kurt sniffled, squeezing a little tighter as Blaine stood there.

"You're so thin."

More silence.

"I'm sorry. That was rude. I shouldn't have said that."

"You aren't the first," Blaine mumbled quietly and this time Kurt did have to bite back a rather embarrassingly loud sob. He hugged Blaine tighter and rested his head against his ex's warm hair.

"I'm so sorry. I never wanted this for us."

"It's not your fault. It was mine."

"Don't say that. Just... don't," Kurt hissed as he slightly pulled away. "It was mine. I was the one who broke us, I was the one who ignored you when you needed me the most-"

"I was the one who skipped the doctor's appointment."

"That doesn't matter!" Kurt cried, ignoring the looks of curious bystanders. Cooper was up and walking towards them at a quick pace, but Kurt paid him no mind, continuing to stare at his ex-husband with tears streaming down his cheeks. "You needed me and I wasn't there. I broke my promise to protect you and watch over you and it's my fault we lost the baby."

"Kurt-"

"I'm so sorry. I just- I didn't mean for that to happen. I was so scared back then!" He sniffled and went to wipe at his eyes with a balled up fist, the other hand curled tight in the back of Blaine's shirt. He rubbed the tears away and stared down at Blaine, heart aching at the dead look in his ex's eyes. "After... after the miscarriage and after you left, I- I didn't know what to do. I missed you so much. God, I miss you now and fuck... Blaine, I'm sorry for what I did to you. I'm sorry for the way I treated you because you deserved so much better than that!"

Blaine dropped his gaze to the ground and Kurt hiccuped back more tears, reaching up to brush his thumbs under the dark circles beneath Blaine's eyes.

"I did this to you. I ruined us and I hurt you," he whispered, voice shaking as he cupped Blaine's hollow cheeks in his hands.

"I hurt myself."

"No. No, honey, you didn't-" Before Kurt had the chance to continue speaking, a voice popped up from behind him.

"Blaine? Hey, come on. We should get going." Cooper said as he reached out and took his brother's arm, blatantly ignoring Kurt's pained look as Blaine stepped out of his ex-husband's arms and went to stand beside his big brother. It was such an awkward situation for the three of them, just standing there in a public area with people watching them as Kurt and Blaine struggled to communicate the pain between them.

Kurt wiped away the wetness from his face as he stared at his ex-family and he wanted nothing more than to somehow travel back in time and fix everything. It wasn't right, seeing Blaine and Cooper as his former family, and as he watched the two of them prepare to walk away, he knew he couldn't let them out of his sight.

"Wait!"

Cooper turned, Blaine following his brother's lead, and the two of them caught Kurt's wide, pained look as the other man struggled to pull his phone from his back pocket. "Kurt, what are you-"

"How long are you going to be in the city?"

"I don't think-"

"Please. Just... please let me buy you dinner or something. I just... please?"

Blaine looked down at his frozen drink, still clutched tightly in his fingers. His entire hand was numb but he barely noticed it thanks to the dull ache that was racing through his body due to seeing Kurt again. He glanced back up at his ex-husband and caught the pained look in Kurt's eyes, especially the way the older man's facial expression read want and fear. He wanted them to say yes, but he was scared they'd say no.

"Do you... do you still live at-"

"I moved. I moved not long after the divorce. I couldn't- I couldn't stay there any longer," Kurt admitted, sniffling a bit as he fought not to cry again. Cooper watched the two men carefully, waiting for a moment where he'd have to intervene, but Blaine shook his head.

"I understand."

"I just- if you don't want to do dinner, maybe we could get coffee? I just... I'd like to talk to you some more. I know I don't have the right to ask, but I miss you, Blaine. I miss you so much."

Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine saw Cooper begin to open his mouth to speak; Kurt also saw the movement and he whimpered, his body shuddering as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. The whole sight made Blaine feel even more lost than before because he wanted nothing more than to soothe Kurt, but he couldn't help but remember how alone he felt before and after the miscarriage.

"Kurt, I- I don't know."

"We could meet up for lunch and if you aren't comfortable, you can leave whenever you want. I promise. Please?"

"Kurt," Cooper warned, his voice low, but Blaine put his free hand on his brother's arm to silence him. When Coop quieted, Blaine handed him his slushie and went to pull his phone from his back pocket, holding it out to Kurt once he got it unlocked.

"I don't have your number."

Kurt nodded, his shoulder sagging in relief, and he took Blaine's fore-offered phone, punching his number in before he handed it back. His hands were trembling and when his fingers brushed Blaine's as he dropped the phone in his hand, he noticed Blaine's were shaking too. "Thank you."

"We should get going," Cooper whispered, leaning close to his brother and sliding Blaine's drink into his hand before he placed a steady hand on his younger brother's back. "It was nice seeing you again, Kurt."

That was a lie and they all knew it, but no one said anything. Blaine blinked at his ex, his dark, emotionless eyes giving Kurt a once-over before he offered the man a slight wave, and then he was off down the park with Cooper, neither man turning to look at Kurt once they got a certain distance away from him. As soon as they were out of his sight, Kurt stumbled over to a vacant bench and collapsed on it, finally allowing the pent-up emotions within him to spill out in broken sobs. Some park-goers came to check on him, but he shooed them away and continued to bawl, heaving into his hands as his mind replayed how thin and broken Blaine had become. Kurt's skin still burned with the feeling of Blaine's small form pressed against his, bones sticking out here and there, and he choked on a sob, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.

If he had been able to see the future years ago, he never would have let it come to this. Never.

Sniffling, he finally wiped away the last of his tears and spent the next few hours alone on the park bench. The sun began to set and people were leaving when a soft buzz erupted by his thigh and Kurt quickly dug out his phone to check it. A text from an unknown number appeared and he opened it, heart stopping when he saw the message inside. It was from Cooper.

I don't think he can do dinner. Not yet. I'm sorry. It was too much for him at once. Someday maybe, but not right now. Sorry.

Kurt's heart fell as he read it, the tears beginning to start up again. He went to click his phone off and put it away so he could walk home and drown his sorrows in a few shots, but then it buzzed again, another text from a different number showing up on his screen. This time he didn't hesitate when he unlocked it, eyes instantly darting down to read it. And in that moment, Kurt wished he would've ignored the text, just seeing the words on his screen felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart and left him there to die all over again.

Liam Elijah. That's what I would have named him.

A/N: This has been sitting on my computer for ages and while I fought with myself about posting it, I could never find the right time. However, my computer is on it's death bed and I'm trying to clear out some of the things I've written on it so I can move the other stuff onto a flash drive (since I don't have an external hard drive.) This is one of the things I decided to post and maybe it can become a thing - like a prompt related fic that pertains to 'what if' moments that could have happened during various chapters of WWO? So, umm, let me know what you thought and if there's something based on WWO that you'd like me to write (for example: what if Blaine stayed living with Cooper and had the baby in LA?... or something like that.) Just drop me a line. Also, I'm sorry that this was so depressing; I was in a pretty dark mindset when I wrote this a long time ago.