Title: Hallelujah
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: This time we're not giving up, let's make it last forever.
Author's Note: The title and lyrics (in italics) are from Paramore's 'Hallelujah'.
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Somehow everything's gonna fall right into place,
If we only had a way to make it all fall faster everyday,
If only time flew like a dove.
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It was one o'clock in the morning and Kurt still lay awake in the dark quiet of his room. There we a lot of things on his mind lately to prevent him from falling asleep. The upcoming Warblers' practice was one of them (that was always one of them), along with his boyfriend Blaine and what kind of broach he could wear with his blazer and thinking of new ways to keep Wes and David to stop pestering him. Oh, there were big things too. Like the little life rapidly growing inside of him.
Kurt glanced down at his stomach in the dim, rubbing it absentmindedly. He wondered how Blaine would take it, or the Warblers. Or the whole school? Or worse, his dad? Everyone would probably label him more of an outcast, shun him and forget him. 'Get a hold of yourself, Kurt. If they're really your friends they'll help you,' his conscience reminded him. 'Especially Quinn.' That's right, if he had no one else to go to, he could flee to Quinn. She'd been through this. She'd understand.
They were ok friends, and maybe this would strengthen their friendship. Kurt could always give the cheerleader fashion advice (wearing that uniform all the time must've been so terrible!) and in return she could be there to comfort him. Kurt could definately tell Mercedes. She was his best friend, and she never onced judged him. She would be there for him. Kurt could tell Rachel - maybe. As long as she didn't tell Finn. If Finn found out, then he'd tell Burt, and no, he wasn't ready for that. Not yet. Kurt was pretty sure, despite how much he or Carole denied it, that his father was still wary of Blaine. Besides, he was only two months in, not yet showing noticablely. No one had to know for at least another month, when he'd have to explain why he was buying Dalton uniforms in a bigger size or why he was vomiting so much.
Kurt stared back up at his ceiling with a small sigh, looking to the white paint as if it held the answers and endings to all of his problems. The countertenor figured that tomorrow after Warblers' practice he'd stop by McKinley and corner Mercedes and Quinn, explaining why he'd been ignoring everyone for the past few days. Satisfied with his plan, Kurt turned on his side, a small hand resting on his stomach, and fell asleep.