A/N: First of all I would like to thank every one who took the time to review the first chapter, and apologize for the delay in posting this one. I would also like to thank my wonderful beta AirNationOracle for all his help, and to recommend his work if you are in the mood for some KUM I specially like his story between him and him, I would also like to recommend jono74656 and his story sweet porcelain if you are in the mood for something sexy. Now sit back relax and enjoy...

Chapter 2

"Kurt... Kurt..." called a voice breaking through the heavy darkness that seemed to have enveloped him.

Other voices joined the original one, all of them familiar but the heaviness that had taken over prevented him from being able to identify their owners.

"Is he ok?"

"Do you think we shall call an ambulance?"

"Kurt can you hear me?

Finally the heaviness started lifting from his body and he was able to open his eyes. It took his glasz eyes a moment to adjust to the artificial brightness in the room until they finally focused on the face closest to him.

Worried hazel eyes meet his, eyes that he knew and loved and should never be allowed to look this concerned: his boyfriend's eyes.

"What happened?" asked Kurt, voice coarse and groggy as if he had just woken up from a long night of sleep.

"I don't know. One minute we were practicing the new routine and the next you were on the floor," said Blaine still sounding concerned.

It took Blaine motioning that he was on the floor for Kurt to realize that indeed he was laying down on the choir room's dirty, germ-filled floor.

The young countertenor tried to sit up but the world started spinning and he would've fallen again if not for his boyfriend's strong arm reaching for his back and keeping him in balance.

His friends crowded closer to him, their faces mimicking the worried look on Blaine's as they inquired if he was really ok.

"I'm fine. Just give me a little breathing room and then we can go back to practice," Kurt said, starting to feel a little claustrophobic and overwhelmed by their proximity.

Most of the Gleeks took a step back, although they still kept their worried eyes on him, expect for Blaine whom hard remained by his side, his strong arm still keeping him in an upright position.

After a few minutes Kurt felt strength coming back to his body and the world stopped spinning.

"Ok I'm fine now. Help me up honey and we can get back to practice," said Kurt, gripping hard at Blaine's arm as his boyfriend helped him stand up.

"No can do dude," Finn said from where he was standing next to Rachel.

"What do you mean no Finn? I'm fine now I swear. No use canceling practice on my account," argues Kurt, trying not to get irritated at his overprotective brother.

"I mean not more practice for you. Burt is on his way to take you to the see your doctor," said Finn, avoiding his brother's eyes knowing full well that Kurt would be glaring at him.

"You called my dad!" yelled Kurt indignantly.

"Well duh!" countered Finn. "You fainted dude! I'm your brother now and I'm supposed to take care of you and protect you. After what happened last year with Karofsky there's no way I'm taking any chances," explained the tall jock.

"Fine!" growled Kurt as he gathered his belongings with Blaine's help, murmuring about overreacting giants that don't know when to keep their mouths shut.

"Let me help you," said Blaine, taking Kurt's messenger bag and putting it over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist to help him and ignoring the eye roll he received from Kurt.

They made their way to the school entrance; Blaine's arm never leaving Kurt's side as he ignoring his boyfriend's protests.

"Do you think your dad will mind if I tag along with you?" asked Blaine as they reached the school entrance.

"I guess it'll be fine. But you don't have to come, honey. I bet it was nothing, probably just heat stroke or something," responded Kurt, thankful for having such a caring boyfriend.

It was at that moment that Burt's truck pulled up in front of them. Burt got off and immediately went to his son's side and helped him into the passenger seat asking what had happened and how his son was feeling while Blaine got in the back seat.

Kurt laid his head against the passenger side window enjoying the cool feel of the glass against his skin as he told his dad for the hundredth time that he felt fine and that there was no need for them to go to the hospital, only to receive simultaneous responses from his father and boyfriend telling him that they weren't taking any risks and that it's always better to be safe than sorry.

After they finally made it into the hospital it took them 40 minutes before he was led him into an examining room and another 30 or so while the nurses asked questions and drew blood for tests before the doctor actually showed up.

Kurt was sitting on the examining bed bored out of his mind while Blaine and his dad were talking about some game that the young countertenor wasn't interested in when the doctor finally walked into the room and introduced himself as Doctor Smith.

"According to your file you are here because you fainted earlier correct?" asked the doctor as he looked through Kurt's file.

"That's right. We were practicing our new routine for Sectionals when suddenly he was on the floor," answered Blaine before Kurt even had a chance to.

"And how are you feeling right now? Have you suffered from any nausea, fatigue, unusual cravings?" asked the doctor as he turned a page on Kurt's file.

"I'm feeling perfectly fine. I've been feeling perfectly Doctor Smith, like I continue telling my dad this is a one-time thing." answered Kurt.

"That's not true," countered Blaine from where he was standing next to him. "You've been throwing up pretty much every morning for the past couple of weeks and then yesterday you made a peanut butter and onion sandwich. You can't deny that's unusual," finished Blaine, ignoring the killer glare his boyfriend was directing at him.

"Doctor, please tell us what's wrong with my son? Is it serious? Do I need to take him to a specialist?" interjected Burt.

"I'm not going to die Dad! Please tell him it's nothing serious," said Kurt, looking at the doctor imploringly.

"You're right Kurt, it's nothing life threatening but you will have to see a specialist." said the doctor calmly, setting Kurt file on the counter.

Kurt was about to ask the doctor to elaborate when he said "Congratulations, you're pregnant," and Kurt felt his world shatter.

A/N: I really hope you enjoyed the second chapter and that you will take the time to review since reviews are nourishment to my muse. Also one last plug, for all of you that like M-preg stories you might want to check my other story What you want and what you get, to keep you entertain while the next chapter of tala is written. Thank you very much for reading