Well, this is my first story, everyone! Since I've recently gotten into mpreg stories, I've decided that I should make my own. Since I favor over Blaine being preggers over Kurt, he'll be the one with the bun in the oven rather than Kurt. Since I'm not entirely sure how to make a creative way for Blaine to be preggers, I've decided to use the 'gene' thingy from most mpreg stories. Yepz.

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Blaine didn't mean to get pregnant.

No, seriously, he didn't. It just…happened. And as lame of an excuse as that is, it was true. He and Kurt didn't know that he could get pregnant, but as it turns out, carriers had run a long time ago back in Blaine's family. So, the odds of him having the gene were likely.

He remembered two weeks after doing 'the deed' with Kurt yet again having pains in his side. At first, he suspected that he had bumped his hip in the wrong way. Side pains were normal for everyone, right?

He first suspected the worst after he randomly threw up in the middle of the night. But, being in denial at the time, he just blamed it on the steak he ate the night before.

Another sign was his constant need to go to the bathroom. Seriously, Blaine couldn't go a class period without having to use the restroom. That's when Kurt started thinking that something was up with him. Kurt wanted him to go to the doctor, but Blaine just shook it off, knowing that nothing was wrong with him, despite what everyone was saying.

And it was three hours ago, when he threw up without eating anything for the entire day, that he realized something was wrong. He quickly ran to the store, buying a pregnancy test in the most discreet way he knew how.

"And is this…for you?" The woman at the check-out asked, adverting her eyes from the thin white box to look Blaine directly in the eye.

Blaine gulped, "Uh…no. It's for my…sister, yeah, my sister, actually," he stuttered, giving the woman a fake smile.

The older, maybe fifty, year old just pursed her badly-applied-lipstick lips, the wrinkles around her mouth crinkling to form a frightening face. But, instead of asking anymore questions, she hummed lightly, putting it and a few other items in a plastic bag.

Blaine gave her the money, getting the recite and his change, before hurrying out of the CVS as quickly as possible. Driving home and slamming the front door after him, Blaine ran up the stairs, ignoring his younger brothers welcoming 'hey'.

He remembered slamming the bathroom door shut behind him, breathing hard, before setting white plastic bag on the counter, fishing out the pregnancy test and tearing open the box, hesitantly staring at the white stick that suddenly felt like a slate of ice in his fingers.

He closed his eyes for a mere second, before unzipping his pants and getting ready to take the test that could possibly changed his life forever.

xXxXxXx

Three minutes. That's what the box said. Three freaking minutes, and his life could be changed in more ways than one. Blaine silently closed the door behind him, not being able to bare watching the test change from blank to either hopefully negative, or frighteningly positive.

Blaine gulped fearfully, sliding down the bathroom door and onto the floor. He pulled his legs up to his chest, crossing his arms over his legs. Blaine rested his chin on his knees, watching the white clock that hung over a few pictures tick in a rhythm.

As soon as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs, his heartbeat quickened. What if it was his father? Oh crap - his dad couldn't be here yet. Not yet.

He was slightly relieved when he saw his fifteen year old brother, Austin, walked to the top of the stairs, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"Seriously, Blaine? You didn't even say hi," he growled, folding his arms over his chest and staring down at Blaine.

One more minute. Blaine felt his heart beating is his chest - figuratively - every beat like a drum punching from inside of him. Austin continued to stare bitterly at his brother for a few more moments, before looking at him concernedly.

"Um…Blaine? You okay?" he asked, sitting on the floor next to him. Blaine just sat there, unresponsive, until the clock ticked to 4:56. Three minutes.

Not answering Austin, Blaine scrambled up, opening the door and crashing into the bathroom, ignoring his brothers yells, asking what was wrong, before he shut the door completely behind him, silence stretching inside of the small bathroom.

The world paused. His body was in complete slow motion. Everything seemed to be cold as he walked over to the sink counter, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, and grabbing the pregnancy test…

Positive.

Blaine did a double take, staring at the little screen. Two pink lines. That was positive… Crap. Oh. Freaking. Crap. No, he couldn't be pregnant, right? He couldn't. He was just a junior. And Kurt….

Oh God, in all of the commotion, he forgot about Kurt! Kurt had dreams for NYADA. Dreams for collage! He couldn't have a kid, not when… Not when he still wanted to live a life free of attachments. Like a baby.

This is all my fault! All my stupid, freaking fault! I should've known I had the dumb gene! Now I've ruined mine and Kurt's life, all because I'm this stupid, moronic seventeen year old! He thought, kicking at the sink counter doors in frustration.

"Blaine?" Austin asked from outside, his voice so close that it was almost like he was in the room with him. "What's wrong? I heard a slam, and-"

Blaine opened the door slowly, the pregnancy test still in his hand, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Blaine just sniffed, almost breaking down in front of his brother.

Austin eyed the test, slowly unhinging it from Blaine's icy grip. Blaine stiffened, causing his brother to pause, before Austin continued cautiously. The fifteen year old simply stared at the results for a few heartbeats, before glancing up at Blaine.

"You're…pregnant." It wasn't a question.

Blaine sobbed, burying his face in his hands. Lowering himself onto the floor, he found himself crying, whimpering pitifully. Austin put the test back on the sink counter, before slowly walking back toward his brother, and sitting next to him, looping his arms around his waist, and allowing him to cry on his shoulder.

xXxXxXx

"You're better now?" Austin asked ten minutes later, watching as Blaine wiped his eyes, standing up.

"I can't believe I was so stupid, Aus!" Great. The hormones were already coming. "What's wrong with me? Why do I freaking mess everything up all the time? Dad's going to kill me for getting pregnant; he absolutely hates those girls on l6 and Pregnant! And then he's going to kill Kurt!" He growled, pacing the floor.

"You don't know-"

"Oh yeah I do! I'm so dumb for thinking of not using protection, even if I didn't know I had the gene! I mean, was I asking for a disease? And now Kurt's going to kill me too for ruining his dreams to NYADA! And Burt and Carole are going to kill me too, and the New Directions, and pretty much everyone because I was so dumb!" Blaine hissed angrily, narrowing his eyes at no one in particular.

"I'm home!"

Blaine and Austin's eyes widened.

"Oh crap! Where's the test?" Blaine asked quickly, running past Austin and into the bathroom. Blaine ran out with it a few moments later, looking around nervously. "Where do I hide this, Austin?"

Austin shrugged. "How should I know? Chuck it out the window or something!" He snapped, grabbing the pregnancy test from his brothers hand and running back into the bathroom.

Opening the window above the bathtub, Austin threw the test out, closing the window behind him, and running out of the bathroom.

"Taken care of," he said, shoving his brother down the hallway. "Now act normal and not like you just found out that you were preggers, okay?"

Right on cue, their father came up the stairs, looking at his two sons with a questioning look. "Uh…guys? What's going on-"

"Nothing." Blaine cut in, smiling like some mad man even though inside he was breaking.

John Anderson just raised an eyebrow. "You sure-"

"Yeah, we're sure," Austin said quickly, sharing the maniacal smile that his older brother held.

Their father just stared at his two sons, blinking. "Okay…" He turned around, walking back down the stairs again. After making sure that he was gone, Blaine looked back at his brother.

"What should I do?" he whined, running a hand through his hair.

"Whatever you do, you should tell Kurt. He is the other father, after all."

xXxXxXx

"You're what!" Kurt screeched over the other end of the phone. Blaine pulled it away from his ear for a second, before sighing.

"I said I'm-"

"I know what you said, Blaine, but I just can't believe it! I mean….what? Are you sure?"

"Quite sure, trust me."

"But…"

"I know, NYADA and crap. I'm sorry; I didn't know I had the gene, Kurt! It wasn't like some doctor came up to me and told me 'Oh by the way, you have a gene that only gay men can get that allows them to get pregnant'. That isn't exactly how my checkups go, Kurt, I can promise you that." He hissed, laying back on his bed.

There was a sigh on the other end. "Who knows?"

"Just my brother, but only because he was there. I wanted to tell you before anyone else though."

He could almost hear Kurt nodding. "Well…that's good, I guess. But that doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you, Blaine Anderson! I can't believe that we're going to be fathers, Blaine! I'm not ready yet!"

It was probably the hormones that made him snap, "Well at least your not going to get fat, Kurt! You still get to keep your figure while I'll have a huge, swollen, lump in my stomach!"

Silence stretched on the other end of the line for a few uncomfortable moments. Blaine smacked his forehead. "Sorry, Kurt, I…hormones…"

"Doesn't matter, Blaine. We have a bigger issue than your anger management problems! How am I going to tell my dad, Carole, or Finn? Or the New Directions even?"

Blaine just sighed. "I honestly don't know, Kurt. I just don't know anymore."

And that was five hours ago.

Now, Blaine and Kurt sat across from Burt and Carole, both adults wearing faces of surprise. Blaine felt even more than uncomfortable, if the was possible at the moment.

Carole was the first to break the silence, "So, Blaine honey…how far along are you?" she asked, trying to lighten up the mood a bit more.

Blaine tried to ignore Burt's lingering stare. "Well, uh, it's about three weeks," he breathed out, finally happy that someone started a lighter topic.

Burt continued to stare, narrowing his eyes. Obviously noticing her husbands glare, Carole nudged him with her elbow.

"Well I'm sorry," Burt spoke up for the first time in fifteen minutes, "I just don't know how to react."

Kurt growled from across the table. "Dad!" he hissed, his grip on Blaine's hand tightening.

Burt's eyes went to Kurt immediately. "You're the ones who didn't use protection! Sure, Blaine might not have known about the gene and all, but you two still didn't use protection? That's irresponsible, Kurt!"

Kurt flinched. "I didn't-"

"A year ago," Burt growled lowly, "you were terrified of even the word 'sex'. And know you're going to be a father. When you're eighteen? Might as well make a new show, Dumbest Couples on the Planet. You two would be the stars of it,"

Kurt just looked down at the table. "I thought you'd be more understanding, dad," Kurt sniffed, not even looking up.

Burt's eyes softened, and he sighed. "Well, it's hard to be sympathetic when your going to be a Grandpa and your son hasn't even finished high school yet,"

Blaine couldn't meet his gaze. "I'm really sorry, sir, if I'd known I had the gene… I wouldn't of had sex without protection," he murmured, shifting uncomfortably.

Burt just shook his head, "It doesn't matter now. What matters now is this…kid. Have you told your dad yet, Blaine?"

Blaine shook his head. "I wanted to tell you two before him. He's not a big fan of teenage pregnancy," he sighed.

Carole snorted, "Well neither are we. I wasn't the biggest fan of Finn when he thought Quinn's baby was his, but I'm not saying that I'm not going to help either of you with this; it's a huge deal," She gave Blaine an empathetic smile, her eyes quickly drifting to his abdomen before looking back up.

Kurt smiled. "Thanks, Carole," he breathed, obviously relieved that this wasn't a heated conversation anymore.

Burt stood up. "Alright, alright. You two go now, we're done here. Blaine, you're welcomed anytime here, you know that. And you better be careful with that baby," he said, staring at Blaine's stomach.

Blaine and Kurt stood up, Blaine absently rubbing his abdomen. "Right, sir," he said, sideways glancing at Kurt. Leaving the kitchen table, Blaine felt a stab of relief when Kurt and him advanced up the stairs.

"Well that went better than I thought," Blaine sighed.

Kurt just looked at Blaine over his shoulder. "You still have to tell your dad," he pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Blaine's slightly horrified expression.

He regained his composure, sighing, "Yeah, I know."

"And," Kurt said, turning around to face him, "the New Directions."