Disclaimer: No, I do NOT own Glee, any of the characters in Glee, any of the actors on Glee, or any songs on Glee that I may mention on here. If I did though, it would, this story would be a legit story line, but alas it's not, so I don't think I own it.

Me: Well, here's a Mpreg story for you guys! Sorry for the horrible summary, but thank you if you clicked on my story anyway! :-)

Kurt: *to Blaine* Wait, did she just say Mpreg?

Blaine: *nods* Yep, I think so.

Me: *ignore* If you have read my drabble story, and decided to check this out, thank you SO much! I really appreciate it! And if you read this and decide to check out my drabble story (which is, of course, also Klaine), it is called Klaine Drabbles and it is rated T. So thank you for checking this out anyway, though! I really appreciate it! (and I know that I mentioned that I might do a Disneyland Klaine story in an author's note in my Drabble story, which I might still do).

Kurt: So, what exactly do you mean "Mpreg"?

Me: I mean, male pregnancy.

Kurt: Yes, but WHO is pregnant exactly?

Me: *blunt* You.

Kurt: *bitch glare*

Blaine: oh, baby, you're going to have our baby! I AM SO EXCITED! *kisses Kurt passionately*

Kurt: …

Me: Well, now that he's silent, let's get started before anymore protests start!

"No, no, no, no…." Kurt Hummel whispered, looking in the mirror at his reflection.

He had woken up at around 5:00 am that morning, with terrible nausea. It wasn't new, it had been happening for about a week (or was it a week or two weeks…he couldn't remember). He had vomited on and off till around six when he had to get ready for school. He didn't, or well, hadn't really worried about the sickness. It's not like he had never had nausea before, and chalking it up to an illness (which he thought could easily be solved with taking nausea medication and vitamin d) and nerves about Blaine, his wonderful and handsome boyfriend, starting at his school, McKinley High. And while Blaine had said it wasn't just because Kurt had been hinting around it, Kurt was overjoyed that he had decided to transfer. Although he couldn't say the same for Blaine's parents, but oh well.

But the thing was that Blaine had been there for a week now and everything had been going well. Everyone loved having him in the New Directions as well. The girls loved having another person to talk to about fashion and boys (with Kurt supervising what is was exactly that he said) and etc. etc. and the boys in the group had another person to talk to about football and sports. None of the bullies targeted him. So by now, the nerves should have been gone. And sickness just didn't seem an option anymore because he had no other symptoms besides the nausea.

That is, it seemed that way until that morning. As Kurt was getting dressed he looked in the mirror at his profile as he was just about to put on his shirt and noticed something.

He had gained weight.

It wasn't an overwhelming gain (barely noticeable in fact), but it was still there.

"No, no, no…how?" He mumbled again. As far as he could think, he couldn't remember eating more than he usually did or anything along that line. He was working out as usual. But he had gained weight….

He continued to stare at his profile in the mirror until he heard a knock on his door. He quickly put on the shirt he was still holding in his hands.

"Hey, Kurt? Are you ready? Mom has breakfast done." Finn's voice rang out from the other side of the door.

"Uh...yeah, Finn. Tell Carole, I'll be down in a minute." Kurt called back, trying to stop himself from sounding freaked out.

It wasn't the weight gain that necessarily freaked him out; after all it just seemed a pound or two…. It was that instead of just growing out, like normal weight gain…his stomach seemed…rounded? Kurt shook his head, feeling like he was delusional. With the shirt on, nothing showed and after putting on the jacket he had planned as part of the outfit and accessorizing, he looked like his regular, old fashionable self. He smiled at his reflection trying to put the issues to the back of his mind.

He must've been imagining the whole weight thing. After all, it was still early in the morning, and honestly, it had seemed like nothing. Just a very, very, very slight curve to his stomach, but he decided that could've been the light playing weirdly on him. Nothing showed in the clothing, either, so it was nothing big.

It's nothing, he thought to himself. It has to be.

Insert Klainebow Here

School went normally. Kurt went through the day as usual (he had to admit that ever since Blaine had transferred, every day was a little better and he actually looked forward to school). Classes were, well, admittedly a little boring and easy. But the thing that Kurt looked forward to the most (besides seeing his best friend Mercedes and of, course, Blaine) was of course glee club.

He knew was a born performer, and just knew that if he could ever pry a competition solo out of Rachel's fingers that at that time might very well be cold and dead, he would be able to prove it to the whole club. But he really just loved being able to perform, even if he wasn't lead soloist, and honestly, everyone in that room was family even if they were at times Satan, both figuratively or almost literally, and he love spending time with them. And even better, they were going to start preparing for sectionals soon but everyone knew they were going to Nationals. They knew it.

Glee club was even better than usual because as it turned out, Mercedes' mom had baked her world famous brownies and Mercedes had brought some in for the club. Kurt had to admit they were heaven, and his favorite brownies in the world. So when Mercedes let the container down on the piano and everyone dived for one, Kurt was there first.

But then the delicious smell of the baked goods hit his senses and he felt nauseous.

Gaga, I thought this had stopped, he though while putting a hand to his stomach.

Mercedes noticed his lack of enthusiastic devouring and looked concerned. "Kurt, what's wrong? I know you can't resist my mom's brownies, boy."

"I'm okay…I just…haven't been feeling very well lately." He rubbed his stomach in an attempt in settling it down and make the feeling that there was a mini-roller coaster in there stop. Everyone looked at him with a worried look on his face.

"Kurt Hummel sick?" Puck laughed.

"Yah, no offense Kurt, but we didn't think it was possible. We just assumed that you were either some form of disease resistant alien, or you pumped yourself up on cold drugs." Artie added and everyone nodded.

"Kurt's doing crack?" Brittany asked Santana.

"No, Brittney, I am not doing crack." Kurt stated bluntly, his patience wearing thin. "And I am perfectly capable of getting sick. I'm not some weird invincible species, contrary to apparently popular belief. Now would everyone just drop it?"

And everyone did drop it. Or rather, they became very quiet. And not just because Kurt had asked for them to change the subject, just that…by then, that was when diva Kurt should've come out, but he just seemed tired, and irritated, and had snapped at them. Blaine looked worried and went to rub his shoulders, but Kurt barely reacted. Finally Blaine kissed him on the cheek and he softened a little.

"Well, if Kurt doesn't want to talk about it, how about we talk about sectionals?" Mr. Schuester suggested although he shot a worried looked over at the boy.

Everyone agreed.

Insert Klainebow here

"Kurt, can I see you for a moment?" Mr. Schuester asked as the club ended and everyone started heading out.

Kurt looked at him for a moment before nodding and giving Blaine a quick goodbye-kiss. Blaine left and Mr. Schuester motioned for Kurt to sit down across from him. "Kurt…is anything wrong that you want to talk about?"

Kurt shook his head, a diva look quickly flashing across his face. "No, Mr. Schue. I've just…been feeling sick lately. That's all."

"Well, okay." Mr. Schue looked relieved. "Remember, if you want to talk about anything at all, I'm here. And so is the rest of the club. We all care about you, Kurt."

"I know, Mr. Schue. And I appreciate it." Kurt put a hand to his stomach as nausea started churning through him again. "Can I go now?" As he started to stand up, dizziness started to overtake him.

"Uh…huh," He hesitated offhandedly as he noticed Kurt's wavering gait as he started to walk away slowly. "Kurt, are you okay?" Mr. Schue started to get up, but Kurt motioned for him to sit back down.

"Yes, I'm fine," Kurt lied. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Schue." He made his way out into the hall where Finn was waiting.

"Finn, what—" Kurt started mumbling, confused at his step brother's presence. He couldn't finish his question though, as he passed out as soon as the first two words passed through his lips.

Insert Klainebow here

Kurt woke up to bright fluorescent lights. He heard two familiar male voices talking with an unfamiliar female voice. Finn and Mr. Schue….he thought hazily and he realized for the first time that he was on a medical examining table. The people standing over him noticed him squirming slightly and everything went hushed.

"What happened?" Kurt's voice was hoarse and all of them breathed a sigh of relief at his speaking.

"You fainted as soon as you walked out the choir room door. I was waiting to get a ride home with you and you just fainted. So Mr. Schuester and I brought you to the ER." Finn looked relieved and put his hand on his step-brother's shoulder.

"But why did I faint?" Kurt remembered feeling nauseous…but why would he faint because of that?

"Would you like to have them here, honey?" The nurse asked Kurt, a kind smile appearing on her face.

But before he could answer, Mr. Schue said he would leave and proceeded to herd Finn out of the room with him, leaving Kurt and the nurse alone to talk. Finn thanked Mr. Schue and assured him he could take Kurt home after this and Mr. Schue left. Finn hung outside the door to the room and realized that he could hear what was going on in there. Not that the two people could realize that.

Inside the small room Kurt listened intently as the nurse started. "So, Mr. Hummel, I'm Adele."

"Like the singer?" Kurt smiled.

"Exactly." The nurse smiled, but Kurt could sense something…tense, something hidden behind her smile. "Mr. Hummel, I must know…. Do you know about your condition?"

Kurt blanched. "Um…. What condition?"

The nurse looked at him, her smile fading. "Okay, I'm guessing that means no. Mr. Hummel….I don't exactly know how to say this."

"Um, may I ask, what exactly IS my condition?" Kurt's diva side was starting to show throw as fear started taking over because the nurse was not telling him what was going on, and damn it, he just wanted to know what was wrong with him.

Adele looked at him. She looked almost…sad? No, no, no. Nothing is wrong. Nothing can be wrong. Kurt was starting to panic. "Well?" He asked, impatience starting to rev up as his fear was growing.

"Mr. Hummel….You're pregnant."

Kurt just sat in shock. That is until nervous laughter started to erupt from the boy. "P-pregnant? That's really funny. But, I don't really appreciate the kidding when something's wrong with me."

"Mr. Hummel…. I'm not kidding. You are pregnant."

Kurt's face fell. He was too shocked to even show it. "B-b-but….That's impossible. I'm-I'm a-a-a boy. It's biologically impossible. I may only be in high school, but I know enough about biology to know that it's impossible." His voice started getting higher as he tried desperately to re-enforce the obvious statement. Adele simply stayed quiet, giving him a sympathetic look. Kurt's voice dropped back down to its regular octave and he looked calm, but inside he was freaking out. "It's impossible, right? Right?" Adele didn't say anything. "Please, tell me it's impossible."

When Adele still didn't say anything, Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He broke down crying and his breathing became ragged as he started having a panic attack. Adele noticed his distress and immediately sprang into action. She took his hand, and put her other hand on his back. "Breath, honey. Breathe, Kurt. Breathe deeply for me." Kurt started trying to take deep breaths as directed and after a minute, his breathing was back to normal but he was still crying.

"How? How is this possible?" He hated breaking down like this, especially in front of a person he didn't know. He HATED it. He liked to be strong, but right now….It was too much. Not only, because he didn't understand how, or why, but what about the other people involved. What about his dad? How would he react? What about Finn? The New Directions? Oh god, what about Blaine? As all these thoughts raced through his head, he started hyperventilating again before remembering that it would only cause him to pass out. That and Adele was already instructing him to breathe again.

"Well…it would take some testing to actually figure out exactly what it was, but…there have been some rumors going around the medical community." Adele looked at him. Her sympathy for the boy was building as he was still crying and looked so confused. He looked up at her.

"What kind of rumors?"

"There has been some talk of the discovery of a gene. When it is possessed by a male it gives them to conceive, carry, and give birth to a child. And from what else has been said, it works repeatedly, so the men who possess it are able to conceive multiple times. It would be only prominent in homosexual men, and even then, only in men who bottom, because they conceive through intercourse. And because they baby is conceived through the anus, the men give birth through the anus. So far, it seems that it is rare, and only a few men seemed to possess it. And of course, because it would only be completely obviously present in homosexual men who bottom, it would be hard to find, especially since it seems that it's a rare to possess anyway."

"So, it's all because of a gene I carry? And it's because I'm a homosexual who bottoms during sex with his boyfriend that it's prevalent?" Kurt started crying again.

"Well, even though that's not how I would put it, yes." Kurt started crying harder and Adele decided, oh screw it. This boy needs comforting. She broke through the professionalism that had been veiling all her actions up until then and hugged him. He appreciated the motherly action. "Kurt, sweetie, how old are you and your boyfriend?"

"I'm only 17 and Blaine's 17 too. We're-We're not old enough to be parents. We can't be." He started crying again and Adele rubbed his shoulder. She gulped. She never liked doing this part of it…but maybe it would be better for this boy.

"Kurt…you have options. You must know this." She looked at him, and he stopped crying for a moment.

"What?"

"You have options, just like every other pregnant person. You can keep the baby…or you can have an abortion. Either way, we will probably want to test you…just to look at the gene. But you have a choice. I would think about it, talk with your family, talk with Blaine…." Adele looked at him, and he nodded. "Do you have any other questions?"

He nodded, and was quiet before asking softly, "How far along am I?"

She was almost shocked at this question. She had forgotten to mention it, and was almost surprised by the question. She looked down at her chart. "You are about a month and a half along."

"A month and a half? And I didn't know... But I guess that explains it." He spoke like he was talking to himself.

"Explains what?" Adele's eyebrows knit together.

"Well, the nausea and the fact that I'm gaining weight. My stomach is just a little rounded. I thought I was delusional, but…I guess not."

Adele looked at him, her face scrunched in confusion. "Um…well the nausea is explained, that's normal. But you should not be showing now. You should look just about the same."

"Well, it's not a lot…."

"Still….Hmmm….Well, anyway, I say that you come for an OB/GYN appointment in the next 2-3 weeks. Okay?" He nodded and Adele said that he could go.

He didn't know that outside, Finn was listening in with wide eyes.

Insert Klainebow Here

On the way home, Kurt was silent most of the time, his eyes out the window and his hand on his stomach. Finn understood this as he drove (Kurt said he wasn't feeling up to it, otherwise Kurt would NEVER have allowed Finn to drive his car), and he didn't exactly want to break the news to Kurt that he knew about…well…Kurt's pregnancy.

"Kurt, dude, are you feeling okay?" Finn asked, looking at the boy out of the corner of his eye.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah." Kurt answered like he was in a daze. Finn just looked at him. That was un-Kurt like, the tall teen thought. He normally would've yelled at me for calling him 'dude'.

"Okay, err, well that's good."

The rest of the ride home was quiet, and as soon as they got home to the Hummel-Hudson household Kurt went immediately up to his room to supposedly take a nap, ignoring his father and step-mother's questions about what had happened. They instead turned to Finn, who had set them a text when he was waiting for Kurt.

"What happened? And why is he so quiet?" Burt looked really concerned.

"He fainted when we were about to go home. Mr. Schue and I took him to the ER. Mr. Schue left and dragged me out of the room so the nurse could talk to Kurt alone. And he wouldn't tell me what she said. I think that he's just tired," Finn lied and turned to go upstairs. "I have homework, so I'm going to go do that. Call me for dinner."

"Er, well, Finn it's Friday, and you're doing homework?" Carol pointed out and Finn nearly slapped himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he thought. How could I forget?

"Um, yah, well, I want to get it done because I barely have anything and I don't want to have to do it on Sunday, so I can hang out with Puck." Finn turned around to face them and hoped to god that they wouldn't say anything.

Carole just looked suspicious, but nodded. "Okay, well, Burt and I are going out tonight, so do you think you and Kurt will be okay?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine mom. Have fun." He turned to run up the stairs.

"Okay, well, bye!" She called up after him and shook her head. She turned to Burt who chuckled.

"What are we going to do with him?"

Insert Klainebow Here

When Finn raced up the stairs he went to Kurt's door instead of his. He heard Kurt sobbing. "What am I going to do? I'm too young…What am I going to do?" Finn heard his repeat these words over and over, until he opened the door softly.

"Hey, Kurt, what's wrong?" His tone was soft and awkward. Kurt hastily rubbed the tears away from his eyes and cheeks and tried his best to smile.

"What are you talking about, Finn? Nothing's wrong."

"Kurt…I know. You don't have to pretend."

Kurt laughed, but the laugh was obviously tight and forced. "Pretend what, Finn? I think you're going a little Rachel on me."

"Kurt…I know you're pregnant."

Me: I hope I did okay with characterization and such. I am so sorry for any lack of Blaine in this chapter, but I promise he will be in the next chapter and so on, a LOT! and you will notice that I have made Kurt and Blaine 17 in this story, so I'm sorry, but it IS slight AU. Somethings are canon, and other are obviously not. And I'm sorry, but this chapter kind of ran away from me. So, I hope you enjoyed it though! Please tell me what you think! ;-)

Kurt: *sobs* I'm going to gain weight, I'm going to gain weight, oh god, it's all your fault Blaine. I HATE you.

Blaine: *comforting* It's okay, I love you. I'll always love you. And you're carrying our babies. That's why you'll gain weight.

Kurt: Don't touch me you jerk! You caused this! *bitch glare*

Blaine: *runs over to Jessica* HIDE ME! HIDE ME! SCARY KURT! SCARY KURT!

Me: *le sigh* Oh, so I guess the hormones begin. Yaaaay. *sarcasm* So, hope you liked it, please review and tell me what you thought, and hope you'll keep reading.

Kurt: *storms over to where Blaine is hiding behind Jessica* YOU ARE SUCH A JERK! WE'RE NEVER HAVING SEX AGAIN!

Blaine: *runs away* SCARY KURT! ARGH!

Me: *le sigh* I feel sorry for your children.