Hi all! I've been muddling this together for a while now. The first twelve chapters are already written so will be posted on a weekly basis (probably on Sundays tbh) to give me a chance to finish it all!
Warnings: It WILL feature (past) Blaine/Sebastian but, as always, Klaine in endgame. Blaine IS underage in this. He is seventeen. There will be relations of a... naked nature between a teacher and a student. There WILL be bp!Blaine and, obviously, mpreg!Blaine. Also a few, littered, discussions of terminations and adoption. If any of this bothers you; pleeeeeease do not read! It'll save everyone a lot of hassle.
BUT, if you are planning to continue, please, do enjoy :)
Blaine Anderson stared at himself in his mirror; it was the same face he had seen every morning since he was tall enough to be able to tip-toe and see himself in it but Blaine didn't feel like it was the same person staring back at him. Yesterday he'd been able to smile at his reflection and he'd been able to pretend, been able to fool himself that what he, now, knew wasn't real. Today though, he wasn't able to pretend any longer. The proof that everything had changed was sitting on the top of his dresser disguised as an innocent plastic, blue and white, stick with two, ugly, blue lines showing him what he'd wished wasn't true and in case Blaine needed any more proof the constant nausea he fought all the time certainly overwhelmed him.
He rushed to the toilet in the bathroom across the hall from his bedroom and leant over the toilet, emptying the contents of his lunch into the water below. He stood up and wiped his mouth with some tissue, threw it down the toilet and flushed. He considered brushing his teeth again but the last time he did that it hadn't sat too well with baby so he just grabbed a few mints and put three into his mouth, at once, hoping that baby wouldn't have too many objections to them. Blaine fought back more tears as he made his way back to his bedroom.
Oh this awful. God, what am I going to do? Coop won't be back until Wednesday… Maybe Tina's home. Oh, baby. Who are we going to tell? In reality Blaine didn't want to tell anyone, not even Sebastian and it was just as much his as it was Blaine's. For the first time in almost three years Blaine wanted his mom. He wanted to be wrapped up in a perfumed filled, once comforting, cuddle. This time Blaine did let the tears fall. He wouldn't be cuddling his mom and there was no way Cooper was going to be happy about this in the slightest
Blaine had some serious thinking to do.
The next few days passed Blaine by in a blur, they all seemed to consist of him waking up bleary-eyed, nauseous, and his bladder feeling like it was going to burst, getting dressed, throwing up and peeing, going to school, cue more vomit and bathroom breaks plus falling asleep in pretty much every class, including his favourites, arguing with Sebastian over his constant mood swings and not wanting Sebastian to touch him every second they were together and just… thinking. He was constantly thinking.
Blaine knew he didn't want to… abort the baby. He didn't think he could live with himself if he got rid of his own flesh and blood, didn't see how that would make him any different from his own parents. The decision that kept Blaine awake and confused was that he didn't know if he could keep this baby or if the best thing to do would be to give it up for adoption and just try and move forward with his own life. Male pregnancies were becoming more and more common in societies. It's not like every man was announcing he was having a baby but the statistics were raising with each passing year so it wasn't like it would be strange for him to go to an adoption agency, as a man, and asking for help.
Blaine found himself addressing his inner thoughts one more out loud, in his bathroom, to his stomach and as he passed a palm over his warm, and slightly bloated, belly he knew he couldn't give his baby up. He would feel just as guilty if there was another child in the world wondering why they were unwanted and unloved. He knew he wouldn't be able to give the baby the best start in life and maybe they would both struggle for a bit but they would have each other as well as Coop and Sebastian. He knew the baby wasn't big enough to give him the belly he was sporting at the moment and that it was probably gas but he couldn't help but stroke along the softness and smile.
Okay, two decisions made. Now what, baby?
Blaine sat in his English class the following day listening to his teacher recite poetry to the class. Normally Blaine didn't find it difficult to pay attention at all in any classes, especially not English, even when his teacher was dissecting sentences and reading one hundred year old poetry that would send any one off the edge of sanity Blaine found himself unable to tear his eyes away. Mr Hummel was, hands down, the most attractive man Blaine had ever seen. He had a melodic voice that just allowed you to float away. When he had started at the school late last year everyone had noticed how attractive and kind the man was, especially Sebastian. He had even moaned the teacher's name when he and Blaine were on his bed kissing one evening but Blaine couldn't bring himself to be angry at his boyfriend, the amount of attractive men in Ohio was very limited so being a gay teen you kind of held on to what you could. But today Blaine wasn't able to bask in Mr Hummel's lesson, wasn't able to think of what it would be like if he were older or his teacher was younger because, like every other day that week, Blaine had fallen asleep.
Kurt watched him, beginning to get very worried about the teen currently with his head down on his desk at the back of the room. He was usually very attentive and contributed his opinions very eloquently during lessons. The boy had been very shy at the beginning of the year but after a few well directed questions in a couple of classes he had been able to bring Blaine out of his shell and Kurt began to enjoy calling on Blaine and hearing what he had to say about his lesson plan that day but the past week or so Blaine had been very quiet, a lot quieter than he had even been at the beginning of the year, he was looking withdrawn and tired and Kurt was concerned.
Kurt flicked his eyes around the classroom and realised that no-one had noticed that Blaine had fallen asleep, resting his head on his arms, not even his smug faced, slightly rude and abrupt, boyfriend Sebastian Smythe. Kurt decided that it was necessary to embarrass the boy but he was determined to find out what was wrong with him before he allowed him to go home that day. Kurt went back to reciting poetry to his class and asking them for their interpretations of each verse.
After he had let his class out he went over and crouched down next to Blaine's chair, gently placing a hand on his cardigan covered shoulder and shaking him awake. "Mr Anderson? Blaine? C'mon, wake up. Time to go."
It took a few minutes of soft coaxing but eventually a very groggy Blaine opened his eyes and graced Kurt with a sleepy smile as he rubbed the side of his face on the arm he had fallen asleep on, still not quite awake enough to realise he was still in lesson.
"Blaine, you need to wake up." Kurt rubbed a hand across the top of Blaine's back trying to bring him back to the room. He looked down at the half-slumbering boy as Blaine looked up at his teacher and smile dreamily at him again.
For a moment Kurt was struck by how simply adorable Blaine looked but he knew much better than to allow that thought to continue on its path and internally shook himself, Student, Kurt, trouble lies that way. Leave it alone.
Blaine shifted in his chair, trying once more to get comfortable so he could fall back asleep. "Just a lil longer, 'kay?"
"No, no, Blaine. You need to wake up." Kurt continued to rub Blaine's back, not realising that his touch was actually assisting Blaine in his want to sleep longer, and began to get worried about how long it was taking to wake up the boy.
"Just wanna sleep a little bit. Such a nice voice. Talk to me?" Blaine was waking up a little more at that point but he really wanted to stay asleep, he'd fallen asleep to the soothing tones of Mr Hummel's voice and this had caused all kinds of lovely, short lived, dreams.
"You need to get up Blaine." His voice was so nice and he was so close. Blaine could smell his aftershave and his cologne and… Oh shit. Blaine's eyes flew open and a hand covered his mouth. He waved one hand in front of Mr Hummel, trying to shoo him out of the way, and scrambled out of his chair. Blaine worried he wasn't going to make it and he didn't have time to think about the stunned look that had been left on Mr Hummel's face. Blaine barely made it into the girls bathroom, unfortunately it had been the closest one to his classroom, before violently throwing up.
Kurt got to his feet slowly, his mind trying to process, and slightly deny, what he had just witnessed. He had never seen a boy, or man, react that violently after just waking up. Blaine had almost thrown up in his lap. He made his way out of the classroom and waited patiently outside the bathroom where he could hear the sound of a retching teenager. Kurt had to admit the evidence, it looked like Mr Anderson had a potentially, very, large problem.
Blaine didn't want to leave the floor of the girls bathroom. He didn't want to have to face his teachers questions when he didn't really know how to answer any of them. Maybe we can pretend, baby. A quick check in the small mirrors attached to the walls above the sink made Blaine realised this just wasn't an option, he felt like he looked. Crappy with a massive side order of queasy. Blaine put on a brave face and headed for the door. Mr Hummel was leaning against the wall of lockers opposite the doorway, just like Blaine assumed he would be. Without a word between the two of them Mr Hummel held out his hand and Blaine looked at him, blankly, until he realised that he was holding a pack of mints in his palm. Blaine smiled gratefully at the older man and thanked him. With no more words between the two of them he led Blaine back into the classroom.
"I'm not going to make you tell me anything you don't want to, Blaine, but if you do want to talk I'm here for you any time."
"Yeah…" Blaine shyly ducked his head and gathered up his books left on his table. He turned to leave and looked up at his teacher through his dark lashes. "Thank you Mr Hummel."
Kurt took a deep breath and put his hands on his desk before speaking. "I mean it, Blaine, and I promise not to say a word to anyone."
But Blaine was already gone.
Instead of going to his final class of the day, Blaine left and went home. He couldn't face any more of his awful day. Getting found out by his teacher was not part of his plan and he definitely didn't think Mr Hummel would be the first person that would know. He hadn't even told Sebastian. Or Tina – and they were best friends – or, shit, Cooper. God, how am I going to tell Coop? Lost in his own thoughts Blaine didn't even realise he had gotten home until his feet hit the front steps. Still in a daze he put his satchel down on the dining room table and sat in the chair closest to the door before, promptly, bursting into tears and crying into the palms of his hands.
Blaine felt like he was in a little bubble all by himself but he was quickly startled out of it by a hand clapping his shoulder from behind.
"Squirt, what's up?"
Blaine turned to find his older brother standing there, concerned eyes meeting Blaine's weepy ones and Blaine crumpled into the side of Cooper as he felt his brother pulling him closer, running his hand over Blaine's gelled hair, breaking some of it free of its confines. Blaine sniffled and sobbed into Cooper's shirt "Oh, Coop. I've missed you."
Cooper managed to smile down at the top of his younger brother's head. It had been them against the word for the past few years. "Blainey, I know I'm too amazing to be away from for long period of time but there's no way I caused these water works. What's wrong?"
"I'm pregnant, Coop."
Cooper's body froze, hand at the base of Blaine's neck and listened to his brother's heartbroken sobs. He could help but be flood with disappointment and he knew that Smythe kid was no good. His little chipmunk face told Cooper that the first time he met him. Blaine's cries broke through Cooper's thoughts and whatever else might be going on, Blaine was his to look after and he needed hugging and comforting more than he needed a lecture right now. So Cooper rocked his brother back and forth murmuring nonsense and endearments to calm him down
He could wait until later to start yelling.
"Okay, okay. Stop howling. Stupid dogs. Why did I agree to this? You're like toddlers." Kurt grabbed the two leashes from their resting place on his coat hook by his front door. "C'mon, Puck. Over here." Kurt untangled the second leash from the first, stepping over his bulldog and whistling through his house for Quinn, his floppy ear basset hound that he had inherited from his brother. Once both dogs were safely in their collars and leashes Kurt headed out the door.
He took his dogs out on their usual walk and mere minutes into their nightly ritual he found his mind roving back over his day. It been pretty basic and uneventful, aside from those few minutes with poor Blaine Anderson. Such a young kid. Only seventeen and pregnant. He'd seen on the news a few weeks ago about a gay couple in New York that had ended up having triplets after one of them found out he had the male carrier gene. He knew it wasn't all that rare but he didn't expect to be faced with a problem like poor Blaine's in his classroom. Kurt continued to push all thoughts of how adorable Blaine looked when he woke out of his mind and just focussed on the face that the teenager was pregnant. He had meant it earlier when he said that Blaine could come to him. He would keep everything a secret and give Blaine a confident that wouldn't judge him – which Kurt had no doubt would be a permanent feature in Blaine's future.
He really did hope Blaine was okay.