Hi! So, sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes that are present in the story. I was too tired to check it. I hope you like this chapter!

Chapter 2

"Kurt."

His mind was fuzzy. His head hurt. Kurt's entire body felt heavy, and all he wanted to do was sleep.

"Leave me alone," he murmured before turning over in his sleep.

"Kurt, you need to wake up, buddy."

Was that his father?

Kurt gave up trying to figure out whose voice that was.

"No."

"Kurt, wake up!"

Uh oh. That voice was definitely his father's, and he sounded aggravated.

Kurt decided that it was probably time to wake up, and he slowly eased his weighted eyelids open. His vision blurred for the shortest of seconds before he was able to make out the worried gaze of his father.

"Dad, what's going on?" His voiced sounded scratchy and hoarse as though he hadn't used it for years.

"How are you feeling, Kurt?" He turned toward the sound of the voice. The doctor was sitting on the other side of the bed, concern etched on her face.

"I'm really confused," Kurt muttered. He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Dr. Connors? What happened?"

"You passed out, Kurt. Are you feeling better?"

"I guess."

"Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous?"

"No, I think I'll be fine." Burt placed a comforting hand on his son's shoulder.

"Kurt, do you remember what we were discussing before you passed out?"

Kurt's eyes closed as he tried to remember what was discussed only seconds before he passed out. He remembered his stomach hurting. A cold gel on his stomach. Pregnancy. Oh shit.

"Oh my god," Kurt's eyes snapped open and he caught his father's concerned stare. "You're joking right? Dad, please tell me you're joking."

"Kurt, I'm sorry, and I know you're afraid, but you are pregnant."

"Oh god, oh my god." Kurt slumped to the side of his bed. "I'm gonna be sick."

Dr. Connors was able to thrust a sick dish under Kurt's mouth just in time to catch the clear phlegm that forced its way up from his stomach.

"How is this even possible?" he choked.

"Well," Dr. Connors disposed of the dish and handed Kurt a glass of water before continuing, "doctors are recently learning about an extremely rare medical condition that is present in men but is rarely ever discovered. It appears that in some cases, males can be born with specific hormones that can cause the female reproductive system to develop; therefore, making pregnancy possible."

Kurt and his father looked at the doctor in disbelief.

"Kurt" she continued, "am I correct in assuming that you are gay?"

"Yes."

"Did you also act as the receiver during sexual intercourse?"

Kurt nodded.

"Well, with this condition, a small canal is formed between the anal cavity and the small uterus that is formed when the body is experiencing a sexual act. I'm guessing that the condom broke, or was forgotten about altogether, and your partner's sperm travelled into the uterus and fertilized the egg that had grown there.

"Now, if you decide to keep the baby—"

"If?" Kurt interjected.

"Kurt, you have a few weeks to decide whether or not you want to have this baby. An abortion will be easier to perform the sooner you choose, so I would advise you to make a decision quickly. If you decide that you can't go through with the abortion, and you are unwilling to keep the child, then adoption is always an option."

Could he abort the baby? When Kurt had first heard the word pregnancy, abortion hadn't even entered his mind. Would he have the strength to go through with it?

"How risky is the pregnancy?" Burt asked. He had seen the contemplative look in his son's eyes and knew he wasn't up for asking the hard questions.

"It'll be the same length as a female pregnancy, but of course it will be harder on your son's body since it is ill-equipped to carry a child. There is little risk involved, but we would advise Kurt to refrain from strenuous activity, and he will most like be put on bed rest for the last couple of months of his pregnancy."

"What about the actual birth?"

Ah, the winning question. Kurt hadn't thought about what they heck he would do when that time came around.

"In cases such as this one, the child would have to be birthed through the anus since that is what is connected to the uterus. It is extremely painful and tiresome," she glanced regretfully at Kurt. "So, a cesarean section would be a safer and pain-free alternative."

"Well," Dr. Connors stood to leave, "I can see that this is a lot to think about. So, I'm going to give you two a few pamphlets outlining what is occurring in your body right now, Kurt. There are also some pregnancy guidelines, such as what to eat, what activities to avoid, and what to expect over the next few weeks. I again stress that you make a decision regarding the future of the child as soon as possible. I'm going to make an appointment for you next week when we can again check on the child and discuss what you have decided."

"Thanks, Doc." Burt shook Dr. Connors' hand.

"You're welcome. Kurt, my card is attached to those pamphlets, so feel free to call me. If there are no more questions then you are free to go." With those final words, Dr. Connors left the room.

Kurt and Burt gathered their things and signed out of the hospital without saying another word to each other. When they were finally in the familiar, safe confines of Burt's old truck, Burt decided to address the issue.

"Did you use a condom?"

"Dad," Kurt sniffed. "I'm so sorry."

Burt sighed and wiped a hand across his face. He had to remain calm. The stress wasn't good for his heart.

"No need to be sorry, kiddo. You didn't know this could happen," Burt placed a hand on Kurt's leg. He could feel his boy shaking. "Though I am a little peeved that you didn't use a condom after all those talks we had."

"Both of us were virgins. We didn't think anything could happen."

Burt nodded.

"Dad."

Burt glanced over and saw his son leaning dejectedly against the window. His eyes were red-rimmed from trying so hard to hold back his tears. "Yes, Kurt?"

"I don't know what to do? What do you think I should do?"

"Kurt, I can't make that decision for you. That's something you need to talk about with Blaine." Kurt closed his eyes with the thought of breaking the news to his boyfriend. "But I do know, that whatever you decide to do, it's not going to be easy. Aborting a baby is going to be hard, giving the child up will be even harder, and keeping it will change your lives forever. You'll probably get a lot of attention, being a pregnant male in this town. You have to keep that in mind, Kurt. But, I do want you to know, that no matter what you decide to do, I'll be there for you."

Kurt nodded.

"Now, let's get you back to school," Burt said as he turned the key in the ignition. "I think the sooner you talk to Blaine the better. You don't want to stress yourself out by putting it off."

"He's going to hate me."

"No, he's not," Burt ran a hand through Kurt's soft hair. "He loves you so much. I can tell every time he looks at you."

"Thanks, Daddy."

"I love you, kiddo."

The drive back to McKinley High was silent, both men deep in thought about the recent events. Long after Kurt disappeared into the school building, Burt rested his head against the steering wheel and cried.

"Where've you been all day, Kurt?" Puck immediately asked. The entire glee club had wondered where Kurt had been all day. Carole had simply told Finn that Kurt hadn't been feeling well and was at the hospital being checked out. He had relayed the message to his fellow glee club, but they had all bombarded him with questions that he was unable to answer.

Kurt's heart dropped as he realized the enormity of the situation he was in. At some point, he was going to have to tell the glee club what was going on. What would they think of him? "Um, Mr. Shue," Kurt said in a shaky voice, while ignoring Puck's question. "Can Blaine and I have permission to miss Glee Club today? I really need to talk to him about something."

Kurt finally glanced at his boyfriend and saw confusion and fear burrowed deep within Blaine's hazel eyes.

"Yeah, sure. Is everything alright, Kurt?" Mr. Shue asked.

"Yeah, it's fine," Kurt reassured his teacher even though he could feel his heart pounding against his chest at that moment. Kurt jerked his head at Blaine to follow him.

Blaine grabbed his jacket and messenger bag and followed Kurt out of the classroom and took his boyfriend's hand, giving him a small peck on the cheek. "Hi, baby. What's going on?"

"Can we go to the park and talk?" Kurt asked.

"Sure."

Blaine could tell something was troubling his boyfriend. Kurt's hand was tightly clenched in his as If he was afraid to let go. Kurt's entire body was tense, and he was staring straight ahead through red-rimmed eyes. Blaine could tell that he was crying earlier in the day and that scared him more than anything.

The boys walked outside of the school into the brisk autumn air and quickly walked across the street to a deserted playground. There was a small clearing off to the left that was surrounded by large trees. Kurt immediately led his boyfriend over to the farthest tree and pulled him to the ground.

Blaine sat, patiently waiting for Kurt to speak first. The younger boy nervously wrung his hands for a few minutes until Blaine took his soft hands in his own rougher one. Kurt grabbed at his boyfriend, and Blaine could feel him shaking. "Blaine," Kurt sobbed.

"Kurt, what's wrong, baby?"

Blaine scooted against the rocky, hard soil so he was closer to Kurt. He left one hand in Kurt's and placed his other lightly against Kurt's shaking back.

"Kurt, you're really scaring me." Blaine stated when Kurt continued to cry.

"Blaine, I'm so afraid," Kurt whispered.

He still refused to look up. Blaine wanted to know what was worrying Kurt so badly that he couldn't look him in the eye? Not once in their entire relationship had Kurt been too afraid to look at him. Blaine found himself desperately wanting to see the soft, gorgeous that he had grown so familiar too.

Blaine reached out and gently took Kurt's face in his hand and lifted it up. Kurt's eyes were drowning in misery. Tears were cutting glistening streams down Kurt's pale cheeks that were now flushed red. Blaine tenderly removed his hand from Kurt's grasp and wiped off the tears with the calloused pads of his thumbs before gazing into Kurt's eyes.

"Calm down, baby. It's going to be fine," he whispered. "Just tell me why you're so afraid?"

Blaine so Kurt gnaw the inside of his lip as more tears spilled from his eyes. "I don't want you to hate me."

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine whispered. He rested his forehead against his terrified boyfriend's. "I could never hate you. I love you too much. Kurt, just tell me what's going on."

Kurt lowered his gaze and leaned against Blaine's shoulder. He hid himself in the crook of Blaine's neck and drew in the scent of sandalwood and vanilla that he had grown so accustomed to. Even though Blaine had said he could never hate him, Kurt wasn't sure how he would react to this news. He pushed himself closer to Blaine before he spoke.

"Blaine, I'm pregnant," Kurt mumbled into Blaine's jacket.

"What? Kurt, that's not possible," Blaine scoffed. He had no idea why his boyfriend was telling a joke while also crying his eyes out.

Kurt lifted his head and looked at Blaine with tired eyes. "Well, it technically is according to the doctor. It's just really rare."

Blaine scrutinized Kurt, unbelieving of what he was being told. "Kurt, don't joke with me about this."

Kurt sniffed. His nose was clogged. Kurt reached into his bag and pulled out the sonogram before handing it to Blaine. "Here, I have a picture to prove it." When he spoke his throat felt heavy with despair. His voice sounded deeper than normal. His tears had silently stopped at the look on Blaine's face. He watched as Blaine's expressions shifted from incredulous to shocked, until it finally blanked. Kurt's tears slowly stopped as he silently accepted the rejection he could feel was coming.

Blaine gaped at the peanut-like shape on the black-and-white photograph. "That's our baby?"

"Yeah. That's our baby," Kurt snuffled.

"We're going to have a baby?" Blaine monotonously asked.

Kurt could only nod in response. He wished Blaine would erupt and leave him to his despair.

"Are you going to keep it?"

"Dad wanted me to tell you before I make a decision, but I think I am. Even though I just found out a couple of hours ago, it's already a part of me. I don't think I could go through with it," Kurt admitted.

He still refused to look up at Blaine. He refused to see the disgust he knew would be present in that beautiful boy's eyes.

"Kurt, you're going to have our baby." Kurt couldn't tell what Blaine was thinking from his tone of voice, but he was becoming slightly agitated by Blaine's lack of reaction.

"I know that, Blaine," he huffed. "I know. So, just get it through already and leave us."

Kurt was finally able to look at Blaine with indifferent eyes as he waited for the blow to fall. He was shocked to see a confused expression cross Blaine's face.

"What are you talking about?"

"I know you think I'm a freak, Blaine. I can hear it in your voice. You hate me now and you hate this baby, so just leave us."

"Kurt," Blaine softly replied. He moved even closer to Kurt and took his hands once more. "I'm not going to leave you, and I certainly don't think you're a freak."

Kurt clamped his hands in Blaine's wanting one final memory of the warm skin that encased his softer, paler hands. "Yes you do because I am one. What sort of freak man can get pregnant?"

"You're anything from a freak, love." Blaine moved one hand and rested it gently on Kurt's flat stomach. "This is a miracle. This is our miracle."

"But I thought you'd hate me and leave us." Us. He realized he would never be able to abandon this child now. Kurt could feel the tears well in his eyes once more.

"I could never leave you. This baby is a symbol of our love. I love you, Kurt, and I love this baby. I am going to do everything in my power to take care of both of you."

"Blaine." Kurt began sobbing again, but this time in relief as he felt Blaine's strong arms wrap around him. Blaine pulled Kurt closer to his chest and lightly rocked him.

"Kurt, you told me that you'd never say good-bye to me, and I feel exactly the same way. I'm not going to leave you. You've made me the happiest man," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear.

Kurt's breathing hitched as he gasped between sobs. "What?"

"I never thought I'd be able to have a child of my very own. I mean one that shared my blood, let alone shared the blood with the man I'd give my life for. We're going to be daddies, Kurt."

Kurt realized that Blaine's eyes had filled with tears, but these weren't tears of sadness. They were tears of joy.

Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head and once again pulled the younger boy into his arms. They didn't speak, but enjoyed one another's company and tried not to think about how trying the next few months would be. At this point, they felt like they could handle anything thrown their way, simply because they had each other.

Wow, cheesy ending. I'm thinking about changing the title of the story. Any ideas? I am absolutely horrible at coming up with titles.

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