Author's Note: This is my first story and I'm really nervous about it but I think it has some potential? I've read some male pregnancy stories and decided to give it a shot because what's more fun than male pregnancy? Nothing, of course! And thus this story was born! (:

Timeline: Er, there wasn't really a set time when I thought of this…So I guess I'll just rewrite season 3? That's the plan for now…I guess it's about the middle of September in this little story.

Extra: Blaine has not transferred to McKinley…yet…

Warnings: Maybe some OOC since this is my first story. Mpreg.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything related.

One more thing: I don't have the best grammar or spelling but I figure its good practice, right? All mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!


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Chapter 1: A Mistaken Result


Kurt paced back and forth nervously. The bathroom light seemed brighter and Kurt winced as it shone. He took one last look at the counter before he stepped into his room instead.

He glanced at the familiar setting and tried to breathe steady. Despite his best efforts, his throat felt clogged and his eyes stung with tears. This couldn't be happening, not to someone like him—someone who had big dreams and a good future. He wasn't a loser with nothing to live for; he has ambitions. Yet, nothing could change the fact that he was waiting for a pregnancy test result.

Just the thought if it made him sick to his stomach. His hands were clammy and time was moving fast as the minute hand ticked towards the final moment. This would decide his future for him. Perhaps that was the worst part for him. It was the fact that he wouldn't be in control. It scared him more than the pregnancy itself.

He glanced over at the digital clock and sighed heavily. It was time to let destiny reveal itself. He turned and stepped back into the bathroom. His hands shook as he picked up the test. He breathed in slowly and glanced down quickly before he lost his courage.

The negative sign cheered up at him. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly tossed the test into the trash bin. Time to get rid of the evidence, he thought. He hesitated when it came to toss the rest of the box away. What harm could it do to keep it? After this scare, there was no telling if he'd make another huge mistake like this. With that he grabbed the box and exited the bathroom.

What was he thinking? There was no way he could be pregnant. He was smarter than that and it had only been one mistake. Other than that, he and Blaine had practiced safe sex. His father was the one to stress that to him, trying to ingrain the risks of what such an event could entail to him. Burt had been doing so since he'd found out about Kurt carrying the gene.

Kurt had been tested at a young age for the gene. Thousands of boys had been when medical researchers had discovered it. It wasn't exactly rare but it was dangerous and that kept most men away from the idea of conceiving their own children naturally. Less than one percent of those who became pregnant survived. The same went for the survival of the baby.

Kurt tucked the box into the corner of his nightstand drawer. He thought about the pregnancy as he began his skin routine. What would he have done if he had turned out to be pregnant? He would have had to tell his family, friends, and worst of all Blaine. His boyfriend wasn't even aware that he has the gene. It had never come up, but now? Perhaps he should tell Blaine? It certainly would prevent any future troubles.

He continued to ponder the idea as he rubbed the lotion on his face. He glanced up as his father entered the room. He looked worried and a bit suspicious as he wandered over to Kurt's vanity. He must have noticed something about Kurt's earlier behavior. Kurt smiled inwardly at his dad's concern. It wasn't often that one had an accepting father so Kurt felt lucky that he was one of the few.

"Are you okay, Kurt?" his father asked, not wasting time and cutting straight to the point. This time Kurt did smile outwardly as he turned to face his dad. He snapped the bottle shut and placed it down carefully.

"I'm fine, Dad," he answered while he recapped the rest of the bottles. His dad picked one up and studied it. He looked confused as he read the words written on the back.

"Why do you need this stuff anyways? Aren't teens supposed to get zits?" he put it back down and looked at Kurt seriously.

"You know you can tell me anything right?" Except that I had a pregnancy scare, he thought.

"I know, Dad, and I appreciate that."

"So, you would tell me if anything was wrong? Anything at all?" Does that include an almost pregnancy? Kurt nodded and his dad looked satisfied for the moment. He squeezed Kurt's shoulder for a moment and began to walk out. Kurt jumped up quickly and hugged him.

"Thanks, Dad. I know it's hard to be a single parent but you're doing a great job. Trust me," Kurt whispered and his dad looked surprised for a moment before hugging back.

"I do my best, bud. It hasn't been but we've helped each other along the way. I love you, kid. Now get to sleep. You've got school tomorrow," Burt replied as he released his son. Kurt smiled up at him.

"Love you too, Dad." Kurt watched as his dad walked out and smiled to himself. He really was lucky to have his dad. Maybe one day he would tell his dad about the pregnancy scare. For now, though, it was best for it to be kept a secret.


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Kurt stumbled into the stall and puked into the toilet. His throat burned and his stomach ached when he finished. He grimaced at the taste in his mouth. He coughed roughly and stood up shakily. He glanced down at the toilet before quickly looking away at the rather disgusting scene. He flushed the toilet, walking unsteadily over to the sinks. He rinsed his mouth but the taste lingered.

What the heck is wrong with me? That's the third time this morning! Kurt peered at himself in the mirror. He looked a little paler than normal but other than that he looked fine. So what was wrong with him?

His mind flashed to the night before. Kurt gripped the sink tightly, squeezing his eyes shut. The result was negative, Kurt chanted in his head. The result was negative. He isn't pregnant because the test turned up negative. The result was negative. He doesn't have to care for another person. The result was negative. There isn't a being growing inside him. Results can be wrong. His knuckles turned white at the sudden thought. I'm not pregnant. He turned and dashed into the stall again, slamming the metal door shut. He gave a repeat of his earlier performance, much to his disgust. He wiped his mouth roughly in anger and sadness.

I can't do this. I can't take care of a baby. He felt tears begin to flow down his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around himself and sobbed. I don't know if I even want to do this, he thought brokenly. He sat there on the dirty floor, next to a toilet filled with vomit, and never felt more worthless.


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Author's Note: And scene! The first chapter is of "A Mistake" is complete! I hope it was interesting and has you looking forward to the next chapter! I actually had some fun writing this! Let's hope that stays throughout the story! Who knows, maybe I'll find a plot hidden somewhere? But for now I must bid thee adieu! (:

-Jazzy (: