Author's Note: This story contains MPREG. (I cannot believe I actually wrote this…)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

I

He can't quite remember when his life started falling apart, at least not the precise moment, but it started slowly, and he can't help but feel like he's being torn apart.

/You're pregnant./

Congratulations.

II

He won't take you back, Blaine tells himself, the words a mantra, reminding him that Kurt wouldn't take him back—no, not even now. Not even when the baby's his.

His heart hammers in his chest as he paces the sidewalk, his legs automatically gravitating towards the Hudson-Hummel household.

He breaks down when Kurt answers the door. /I'm pregnant./

III

/Thank you./ he whispers into the silence. "For taking me back." He places a hand on his slightly swollen stomach.

A candle lit dinner sits in front of them. Roses had led him to the table that evening, starting at the apartment steps.

"Anything for you," Kurt smiles.

IV

"Do you want to know the gender?"

Kurt looks at him. "You decide," he says taking Blaine's hand in his own and kissing it gently. /It's your baby./

"Congratulations," the doctor says, seeing Blaine's slight nod. "It looks like you've got a healthy little /girl./

V

"Why wouldn't you have found out before?" Kurt asks him over dinner one night.

"Found out what?" he asks curiously.

"That you're a carrier. You don't think they would've figured it out before?"

Blaine shakes his head. "It doesn't matter now, does it?"

They share a smile. /Guess not./

VI

"Kurt?" he whispers frantically. "Kurt, it's time to go."

VII

"I'm right here," he says as Blaine squeezes his hand.

/Right here./

VIII

"Kurt?"

"Yeah, Blaine?"

"We're parents."

"I know. I love you so much."

/I love you too./

IX

"Do you have a name picked out?"

They look at each other, both cracking a smile.

"We hadn't thought that far ahead," Kurt admits.

Blaine touches Kurt's shoulder. "You pick the name. I'm exhausted. /And I trust you more than anyone./

X

Blaine stirs in his sleep. "Babe? Did you pick a name?"

XI

"Rose."

Blaine smiles. "Rose. I love it. Does she have a middle name?" he asks, looking over at their daughter.

/Just Rose./

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