The New Beginning

Summary

AU: When Blaine comes out of a bad breakup he decides to do something that he has always wanted to do, have a baby. He decides to use an anonymous sperm donor who may just change his life. Mpreg!Blaine, eventual Klaine, Blaine's POV.

Some of the things mentioned may not be true to real life, but that's why they call it fiction.

Warnings:

Mpreg!Blaine, Bottom!Blaine (although they will swap), not Sebastian or Adam friendly, smut.

Chapter 1: The Beginning Of Forever

An end to one chapter in my life, but the beginning of a better one.

The last 7 years of my life have been wasted. That's the best way I can describe it.

I met Sebastian in my senior year of High School. I was 18 and it was my first serious relationship. I thought I was in love, and I probably was, in the beginning anyway. We graduated Dalton Academy in Westerville, Ohio and moved to New York for college. We had only been together 9 months. Looking back I realise that we didn't really know each other as well as we thought. I was naïve and thought that we were forever.

But that soon passed.

I quickly learnt that Sebastian was not the guy I thought he was.

I was doing well in college, I had a lot of friends and I was at the top of my class. Sebastian however was not, he had no friends because no one but me could put up with him and he was flunking out of college. On top of all of that his family had disowned him because of his sexuality.

This led to Sebastian getting drunk a lot and taking his anger out on me. Gone were the days were we made love, or were affectionate towards each other. The only times we were close was when he would pin me down and fuck me.

This carried on throughout college. I graduated at the top of my class, whereas Sebastian just about made it through (even though I did most of his work for him). I quickly got a job on Broadway (a small part in Wicked) and Sebastian, well, Sebastian didn't. He constantly auditioned for roles, but he never got a single one.

Over time he lost faith and we were barely surviving on my pay check alone. So I had to get another job at a café down the road from the theatre, so that I could work mornings there and continue to do shows in the evening.

My parents often rang up to ask me how I was, I knew they knew I was lying when I said everything was perfect. But that didn't stop me from hiding the truth. They kept asking to visit, but I just kept making up excuses. Sebastian didn't allow me to visit them either because he didn't trust me enough to not cheat.

After 6 years together I decided to broach the subject of our future.

"I want to have a baby" I said suddenly when we were laying in bed after he had fucked me once again.

"No." he answered without a thought

"We're 24, we need to start thinking about our future." I tried again.

"You cannot afford to take time off work."

"Why don't you have the baby then?"

"Because I am not a women!" He shouts suddenly.

"You don't have to be a woman. We both have the gene!" I shout back.

He jumps out of the bed and gets dressed silently. As he is walking out of the door he states"I'm going out." And then he is gone.

I don't broach the subject again, but as time goes on I become more and more broody, whereas Sebastian becomes more and more angry with everything. He rarely went a day with being drunk which made him very violent, although of course he was careful to avoid my face as I couldn't hide that. He would pin me down and fuck me against my wishes, control me, accuse me of cheating, pin me up against the wall, and throw whatever he could grab at the time at me.

I tried to break it up with him but nothing worked.

Until one night he went out and never came back. I was awoken at 5am by my phone.

"Hello?" I answered groggily, my voice thick with sleep.

"Hello, is this Blaine Anderson?" the man on the end of the line asks.

"Yes." I answer confused.

"This is Dr Wheeler from New York General Hospital, I am calling in regards to Sebastian Smythe. He was bought in about 2 hours ago, and I'm sorry to tell you that he didn't make it." Dr Wheeler said regretfully.

"Wh-what happened?"

"It is believed that he got drunk and tried to cross a main road. He was run over by a van. The van driver has been taken into custody but I doubt anything will come of it because it was not his fault. However we would like for you to come in to identify the body and speak to the police about what is happening next."

I went to the hospital and spoke to the police and they told me everything the doctor had told me on the phone. I then went home and sat in silence for the whole day with my phone off.

At 7am the next morning there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find a co-star from my show.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU!" Santana shouted.

"Sebastian is dead." I stated.

"What? What happened?" She asked taking my hands and guiding me to the coach. "

"He got drunk, and was hit by a van." I said simply.

"Shit. What are you going to do?"

"I-I don't know to be honest, I'm free." I say breaking down in her arms. Santana knew what Sebastian was really like, she was always there when I need a shoulder to cry on.

A year later and I'm happier than ever.

I moved out of that apartment and into a new apartment which is decorated how I like it. I dropped the job at the café and took up more work on Broadway.

Recently I looked into having a baby, I spoke to my family about it and they support me wholeheartedly. I went to a meeting at a family planning clinic and we discussed possible courses of action I could take and after a lot of deliberation we came to the conclusion that a sperm donor would be best.

Over the past few weeks I've looked at a few files and finally found one that suited me best.

So here I am. My legs are up in the air and I have just been impregnated.

The sperm donor was rather anonymous. All I know is that they are 26, around 5ft10, has dark brown hair, fair skin, blue eyes, loves musicals and fashion. My perfect guy.

4 months later

I started showing about a month ago. Probably due to the fact that I was impregnated with not just one baby, but two. I'm 17 weeks pregnant and loving it. I quitted Broadway as soon as I found out that it had worked and currently work at a café.

Currently I am on my way to hospital to have a scan, I've decided to not know the gender of the babies but I have a feeling that they are girls. Well that's what I see in my dreams. One girl has dark straight hair, fair skin and blue eyes, whereas the other has dark brown curly hair, tan skin and hazel eyes. Walking into the train I can see that there is no seats free, I lean against a partitioning and close my eyes because although I have more energy than I have had recently I still get tired easily.

"Excuse me?" I high but masculine voice says.

I open my eyes and look in the direction of the voice.

"Would you like my seat?" the man asks.

"Urmm…Yes thank you." I say taking his seat, the man stands next to me. He is quite tall, in his 20's, has brown hair, fair skin and beautiful blue eyes.

"How far along are you?"

"17 weeks."

"Oh, urm you look farther along than that. No offence." He says with a smile.

"Yeah, well I'm having twins." I say happily.

"You and your partner must be very excited."

"Well, I don't have a urmm…partner." I say sadly.

"I'm so sorry." The man says sincerely with a small smile.

"Don't worry about it. My names Blaine by the way."

"Kurt." He says with a smile.

The train stops at my stop and I get off, so does Kurt.

"Hey, where are you headed?" Kurt asks.

"The hospital. I have a scan."

"Awesome, I'm headed that way too. We could walk together?" He asks with a questioning smile.

"Of course."

"So are you going to find out the sex of the babies?"

"No, I want it to be a surprise, but I think they are girls." I say rubbing my belly as we walk towards the hospital. "So what do you do?"

"I work for Vogue."

"No way! That's amazing!" I say enthusiastically.

"It was my dream job, well at first Broadway was but there's not a lot of roles for guys that look or sound like me."

"You're perfect." I say without thinking. "Shit, I mean, urm, you'd be perfect on Broadway." I say quickly.

"Thank you."

"I was on Broadway for a few years."

"No way!" Kurt says excitedly.

"Yeah, but I had to quit because of the twins."

"Well you could always go back." Kurt says.

We arrive at the hospital and I turn to him. "Well it was nice meeting you." I say and walk away.

"Wait!" Kurt shouts. He runs over to me. "I'm single too. I mean. Shit. Would you like to go out on a date with me?" I asks nervous.

"Kurt, I'd love to." His face lights up. "But you don't want all of this." I say gesturing to my belly.

"Blaine. I want to get to know you, and you being pregnant doesn't change that."

"Oh, okay." I say surprised by the sincerity in his voice.

"Here give me your phone." I hand my phone over to him and he puts his number in and sends a message to himself. "I'll call you." He says with a wink and walks away.

A/N So, I had this idea for a fic but I wasn't sure if people would like it. I'd love to hear peoples opinions (S'long as they are nice of course). Thanks for reading.