You've Taken Everything

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Mpreg, angst, slash, and references to rape.

Author's Note: This is really just a plot bunny that I felt like I had to write down. I will warn you right now—it is angsty, cracky, and overall not everyone's cup of tea. If you are not a fan of any of the above listed warnings, please turn your sights elsewhere. Thank you.

Chapter 1: Illness, Inquiry, Infallibility

It was just after 11 a.m., and Kurt found himself running for the bathroom for the third time that morning.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. Whether it was the flu or just a stomach bug, he'd been puking his guts up all morning, and it was getting irritating. It wasn't just the vomiting, either; his head ached and he pretty much just felt like crap. Even Finn had noticed that he looked a little off. And right now, all he really wanted to do was sleep.

Finn looked up in surprise as his now-stepbrother entered the classroom ten minutes late, looking ghost-white and sick as a dog. He took the seat next to Finn's, not even bothering to explain his tardiness to the teacher, and immediately let his head flop on the desk.

Finn frowned and reached over to tap Kurt lightly on the shoulder.

"What's wrong?" he whispered.

Kurt looked up groggily, glaring at Finn. "I'm sick," he croaked.

"Do you need a ride home? I could take you…"

Kurt's expression softened and he smiled weakly. "Thanks, Finn. That'd be great."

"We can leave after class, then," Finn said, smiling.

"Mr. Hudson," their teacher interrupted, earning a few giggles from members of the class. "Something you'd like to share?"

Finn looked up. "W-well…Kurt's not feeling well, and I just offered to give him a ride."

The teacher looked at Kurt, who tried to smile. He considered for a moment, and looked back over to Finn. "Fine. I'll let the office know."

Finn smiled at him. "Thank you, sir." He turned to Kurt and, resting a hand on his shoulder, guided him out of the classroom, pretending not to hear the whisper of "Faggots," that came from the opposite side of the room.

After being dropped off by Finn, assuring him that he would be okay to stay by himself and it wasn't necessary to miss any more class, Kurt dragged himself downstairs to his bedroom, nearly passing out on the floor. He couldn't figure out what was wrong. He'd been feeling sick for a while—and come to think of it, he'd been gaining a lot of weight too, which in itself was odd—but he was stumped when he tried to pinpoint the cause.

He didn't need to worry about it right now, though. Now, all he needed was some sleep. He could see a doctor tomorrow. Heck, he might even sleep all week. It would be good for him. He crawled into bed, eyes already half-closed, and passed out almost instantly.

About five hours later, Kurt woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He groaned and lay back down, ignoring it. Unfortunately, though, the nausea overtook him again, and he found himself running towards the bathroom.

Looking at his horrendous reflection in the bathroom mirror, Kurt decided that he should try to take some medicine. Rifling through the medicine cabinet, he came across a few cough medicines and some Ibuprofen from about ten years ago, but nothing that could help his condition.

Then, for whatever reason, he came across a small blue box in the very back of the cabinet. He didn't have any reason to take it, but for whatever reason, he found himself pulling it out to get a closer look at it.

It was a pregnancy test.

He tried to think of all the possible reasons why there would be a pregnancy test in his medicine cabinet, but he couldn't think of any. All he knew was that if he'd been a girl, he would probably have taken it right there.

As it was, there was no way he could be pregnant. He was a man. The only time a man could get pregnant was if he had a sex change, and Kurt very clearly hadn't. Even if all the symptoms he was experiencing pointed to it, and he was technically not a virgin…

He wasn't sure what possessed him to do it. Perhaps because he was tired, or because he was just curious. Either way, for one reason or another, he tore into the box and unwrapped the test.