The timer beeped, a signal that their wait was over and their fate awaited them in the form a small stick, or actually, a row of small sticks as Kurt had gone a little overboard at the pharmacy. Blaine just couldn't bring himself to look, his eyes stayed glued shut even as the timer beeped on, in his heart he already knew the answer and even after reassurances from Kurt, he was still scared out of his mind. He'd known for weeks now but was only able to bring himself to confide in Kurt a few hours ago. Blaine always kept meticulous track of his weight and when the numbers on the scales slowly began to tick upwards throughout and after the worst stomach flu he'd ever had he'd know without a doubt. The tests and the doctor's appointment he was sure would soon follow would all be for Kurt.
"It's okay," He heard Kurt murmur as he wiped at tears Blaine hadn't even realized were falling, "I told you, I've got some money saved up. I promise I will take care of you and," Kurt choked up a little himself, though Blaine couldn't tell if it was from happiness or sadness, "And this baby."
He'd looked then, Blaine surmised, as a deep sigh escaped him, eyes still closed as Kurt held him.
"We need to get you a doctor's appointment," Kurt continued after a deep breath to steady himself, and Blaine almost laughed at the predictability, "So we can find out how far along you are."
"Nine weeks," Blaine whispered as he leaned back slightly into the other teen's arms.
"What," Kurt asked, not quite sure if he'd heard his boyfriend right.
"Nine weeks," Blaine repeated, "Prom night," He elaborated after a moment, "that's the only time it could have happened."
"You're right," Kurt confirmed after he thought it through, he'd been in New York from New Years to then and had only been back since for Blaine's graduation one week ago.
They'd know it was possible, but only so by the slimmest of margins, the chance was so small that they hadn't even thought twice when they realized that neither boy had a condom. They had both read about the topic in school, they'd read about couples who tried for years, and the majority of successful stories were from couples who'd sought medical help. They had always defied the odds though. They'd managed a successful long-distance relationship when no one else thought it would be possible but this was a new level of 'weird' for them.
"Don't worry," Kurt murmured, "It's all going to be okay."
There were multiple things that Blaine knew he didn't have to worry about like where they would live. Burt and Carole had bought and paid for the small two-bedroom apartment Kurt and Rachel lived in as a graduation present last year after a good year at the shop and their families increased income due to Burt's new title of Congressman. Rachel was set to move out any day now that Finn had made the move to New York and had an apartment if his own, so there would be plenty of room. Burt and Carole might not be ecstatic but they would accept it and Blaine's own parents were no longer an issue since he was eighteen. Kurt had landed a paid internship at some big theater that Blaine couldn't remember the name off of the top of his head and that along with a small inheritance from his mother's insurance money would cover them financially.
The questions that plagued him were more about what would happen to his first semester of college now and what Kurt would do when the pregnancy weight really started to show. Blaine had been a chubby child; he'd only really slimmed down when school bullies and his own family had driven him to a very complex workout routine. He had gained six pounds already and now that Kurt knew, he doubted his boyfriend would allow him anywhere near a gym. What if old habits, aided by cravings, caused him to revert to his former chubby self, how would Kurt react then? His boyfriend had never shown much interest one way or the other in reference to his weight but Blaine saw how careful he was with his own figure.
"You don't have to worry about that Blaine, I will love you no matter what," Kurt whispered, giving a squeeze to his boyfriend's waist.
A deep blush rose to Blaine's cheeks at the realization that he had unintentionally voiced at least one of his concerns.
"We'll get through this," Kurt soothed, "And I've seen pictures of you when you were younger. I thought you were just as cute back then," He added as he pressed a kiss to Blaine's neck.
"What do we do now," Blaine asked as he blinked his eyes open, foolishly hopeful that the scene around him would have changed and this all would have been a dream.
"Well," Kurt wet his lips as he released his hold on Blaine and tugged the other boy lightly back towards his old bedroom. "I'd feel more comfortable if you saw a doctor that has some experience with male pregnancies and we'll probably have more luck finding one in New York than here." He trailed off and waited for Blaine to nod before he continued, "So we tell my parents tonight since they leave for Washington tomorrow and then we start our search for a doctor when we get you moved next week."
Blaine could see no alternatives so the plan was set in motion as Kurt began to plan a menu for dinner with the hope that a nice meal might soften his parents up a little. Blaine went through the motions and before he knew it, it was all out in the open and Carole had him in a hug while Burt made sure that this wouldn't permanently change any of their plans. They saw Burt and Carole off the next day with promises to keep in touch and a serious discussion between Kurt and Carole about how Blaine should get plenty of rest and stay off his feet. Blaine's claims that he was not an invalid fell on deaf ears.
Carole pulled him aside one last time before they departed, "Kurt told me about your fears, Blaine," She started as she pulled him into one last hug, "I want you to promise me that you will try to stay relaxed and stress free rather than obsess about how much weight you may or may not gain. Kurt loves you and pregnancy is one of those parts of life that you should try and enjoy when you can."
Blaine promised and they left for the airport shortly after. The next day they began to pack up Blaine's things from the spare bedroom in Kurt's house, where he'd moved in after his eighteenth birthday, and loaded them into the rental truck behind the last of Finn's belongings. Before Blaine knew it, he had said goodbye to the last of his friends in Lima, he and Kurt were on the road to New York with Kurt behind the wheel, and Blaine on his iPhone in search of doctor's they could check into once they arrived.