Title: The Road To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions
Rating: Mature for explicit sex
Spoilers (if any): General season two spoilers
Warnings (if any): Sex scenes and mentions of male pregnancy
Word Count: 2,298
Summary: Blaine is grateful for his werewolf abilities. Especially his sense of smell. It comes in handy, especially when it comes to telling whether or not he can get his boyfriend pregnant.
A/N: Written for a prompt at the glee_kink_meme. The story will later include sex scenes, mentions of murder, and male pregnancy
It was two and a half weeks before Kurt finally began noticing anything. When he called Blaine one morning, obviously sick, the curly headed boy had immediately driven to the nearest drug store in excitement. Along with the pregnancy test, he had purchased some green tea as well, Kurt's favorite.
He had quickly proceeded to park his car at school, and then run to Kurt's house. Blaine was boy nearly as fast as he was on a full moon, but he was still faster than the average human. So it was less than five minutes before he had arrived.
Deciding it was best if Burt Hummel did not know that his son's boyfriend was skipping school to spend time with his boyfriend, he quickly scaled the tree, and slipped through the open window of Kurt's room.
He didn't see the blue eyed boy anywhere, but the mystery was quickly solved when Blaine heard the sound of retching coming from the bathroom. Moving quickly, Blaine managed to dash into the bathroom, just as Kurt lifted his head from the white toilet bowl. Blaine swiftly flushed the toilet of its contents, and dropped to his knees beside his boyfriend.
Kurt looked up at him in surprise. "Blaine? What are you doing here?" Blaine smiled, and pulled Kurt into his lap. "I came to take care of my sick boyfriend."
Instead of relaxing, Kurt tensed, and began fiddling with his hair. "I look like hell." He croaked, and Blaine chuckled. "You look like you always do, sexy as hell." Kurt made a face at his boyfriend. "I really hope I don't look like this on a day to day basis."
Blaine smiled indulgently, and began stroking Kurt's hair. As the rough texture of Blaine's hand ran over Kurt's delicate ears, perched on the top of his head, the porcelain skinned boy let out a moan, and began snuggling back into Blaine's chest.
The werewolf couldn't help but revel in the moment. Yes, he loved having sex with Kurt, yes, he adored their throes of passion, but more than anything, he absolutely loved just holding his boyfriend. When Kurt was in his arms, Blaine felt like he would never let go, like the countertenor would never escape. It was moments like these that Blaine felt truly at home.
But of course, the moment had to end. The pregnancy test was ever present in Blaine's mind, and he began to shift around. Trying to form the words in his head, so he didn't sound like an idiot when he spoke them, he finally voiced his thoughts aloud.
"Kurt, can you do something for me?"
The brunette looked at him oddly, and smiled, absentmindedly running his hand up and down the smooth flesh of Blaine's hand. "Of course. I'll do anything for you Blaine, you know that." Blaine inhaled deeply, and drew the package from his hoodie pocket.
"Will you take this test for me?"
Kurt squinted, trying to read the package's label, and when he finally did, he froze. Blaine had to be joking, right? Because he was currently holding a pregnancy test, which were for girls, and Kurt was most certainly not a girl, and why the hell did Blaine have a pregnancy test?
Letting out a nervous chuckle Kurt spoke, trying and failing not to let his nerves show. "Um, Blaine, I hardly think I need to take that. Considering I'm a guy, and can't get pregnant, I already know what the results will be. Are you sure you aren't delusional?"
Blaine sighed. In retrospect, he probably should have talked this over with Kurt first. This was going to be trickier than he thought. "But you're part cat. And as you know, I'm a werewolf. I can…smell when girls…and you can, well, get pregnant. And, um, you were emitting pretty strong scents, a few weeks ago, y'know, when you were in heat."
Blaine had been reduced to mumbling, and was currently scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Somehow he had pictured this all going much better in his head, but looking down at Kurt, who was currently gaping up at him, Blaine knew he had made a mistake. Oh god, he was screwed.
"Y-you tried to get me p-pregnant? I can get pregnant? I might be pregnant? Oh my god, what-what the fuck? I don't-I don't even, oh fucking hell, give me that!"
Kurt quickly snatched the package out of Blaine's hands, and pushed the teenage werewolf out the door, mumbling under his breath the entire time. The bathroom door was quickly slammed, and Blaine sat on the floor against it, counting off the time.
It was only three minutes. Right? It shouldn't be that long. Why was it taking so long, it shouldn't be this long. Surely it had been more than a few minutes, this was taking forever! Why couldn't this just hurry up and Kurt would-
The door suddenly opened, and a dazed looking Kurt emerged. He slid down onto the ground next to Blaine, who was currently biting his lip. He didn't want to pressure his boyfriend, but he desperately wanted to know.
Sensing that, Kurt turned his glazed over blue eyes onto Blaine, and whispered in a shocked tone of wonder, "I'm pregnant."
Blaine couldn't stop the immediate smile from spreading across his face, and he knew his eyes were alight with wonder. But then remembering that his boyfriend had been less than pleased Blaine quickly toned down his excitement. Hesitantly, he reached a hand out to Kurt.
"Kurt baby, are-are you mad at me? I know I should have asked you, I-I just wanted you to get pregnant so badly. But I wasn't thinking about how selfish I was being." Blaine hung his head slightly, eyes downcast, looking for all the world like a depressed puppy. Kurt sighed.
"No, I'm not mad at you Blaine. I should be though." Kurt grumbled, albeit good naturedly. "You should have at least told me I could get pregnant. Actually, scratch that, my dad should have told me. Actually, never mind, I don't even want to think about that awkward conversation."
Both Blaine and Kurt shuddered, remembering the excruciating talk they had been put through when Burt had seen them making out.
"How am I going to tell him that I've been having sex, and now am pregnant?" Kurt moaned, and then suddenly retained the dazed look once again.
"Pregnant. Blaine, I'm pregnant. Oh my god, Blaine, we're going to have a baby!"
Blaine leaned down, pressing the side of his face against Kurt's still flat stomach, ignoring his boyfriend's confusion. After leaving his head there for a moment, he popped back up again, and grinned widely at Kurt.
"Not one baby. Six." Blaine said proudly. "Damn, forget about Puckerman, I knocked my boyfriend up with six in one go!"
Kurt's eyes had widened to the size of saucers. "S-s-six? O-oh god, Blaine, tell me you're joking. Oh my god, six babies? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god!"
Blaine was suddenly nervous again, and pulled Kurt back into his lap, stroking his cat ears, which always calmed him down slightly. "Kurt, it's going to be okay. I promise. I have plenty of money, and my parents are never around. Besides, we've got awesome friends, and unlike a lot of teen parents out there, we are-"
"Creatures that aren't supposed to exist?"
"Actually in love. We have plans for after college, and I've already made plans. Do you really think I would try to knock you up with no plans at all? I've researched it slightly, and I averaged a human and cat pregnancy. It should be about twenty four weeks before you give birth, and by then it will be summer. Next year we'll be seniors, and since we only have three required classes, we can stagger babysitting. It will all work out Kurt, I promise."
Blaine pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's soft hair. Kurt sighed, and leaned back into Blaine's chest, taking his hand in his own. "Okay Blaine. I believe you. I trust you."
They stayed like that for a few more minutes, until Burt Hummel entered the room. He glanced warily at his son who was currently sitting in his boyfriend's lap. Burt didn't trust Blaine, and he certainly didn't trust Blaine with Kurt. Werewolves and cats just didn't mix.
"Hey Blaine. Shouldn't you be at school? It's great that you want to take care of Kurt and all, but I wouldn't want you catching anything from Kurt." Actually, Burt just didn't want Blaine around Kurt. Though maybe if he got sick, he couldn't spend as much time with his son.
"Actually Dad, I'm fairly sure pregnancy isn't something you can catch. You have to have sex to do that, and while I haven't figured out yet if Blaine can get pregnant like I apparently can, we won't be having sex for a while."
Burt paused, trying to comprehend the sentence his son had just uttered, while trying not to go into cardiac arrest again. However, seeing Blaine fucking Anderson pouting at Kurt when his son mentioned withholding sex, something they weren't even supposed to be doing, it sent Burt over the edge.
"BLAINE ANDERSON YOU WILL NEVER BE ALONE WITH MY SON AGAIN!"
"Oh my god, that is so fucking hot."
Two weeks before Kurt's due date, he could be found alone in his room with both the door and the window locked, lying naked on his bed, as his equally naked boyfriend paid special attention to his swollen stomach. Burt Hummel's threats of dismembering Blaine's genitals were merely whispers in their minds.
"You're insane." Kurt grumbled. "I look like a fucking whale."
His stomach had swollen as in any pregnancy, and while it was not nearly as noticeable as a normal human pregnancy, he no longer had the lean, slim figure he once had before. He was pleased to be carrying Blaine's babies of course, but he did not like letting his appearance go.
"And you're blind." Blaine gasped out, finally removing his mouth from Kurt's belly. He adored the feeling of the expanded stomach. It was just amazing, knowing that underneath that skin was the result of Kurt and Blaine's love. Something they had made together.
True to his word, Burt Hummel had not let the pair alone since learning of Kurt's pregnancy. He had attempted to strangle Blaine at first, but the fact that Blaine was a werewolf, combined with a pregnant Kurt launching himself in between the two had halted Burt's path.
But he certainly hadn't made things easier for the pair. The only keeping Burt from demanding that Kurt and Blaine break up was the fact that Blaine had gotten Kurt pregnant. Burt wouldn't be so cruel as to demand that Kurt couldn't be with the man who impregnated him, or keep Blaine away from his children.
However, the two hadn't had sex in nearly four months, and Blaine was seriously starting to think he would die of sexual frustration. But he knew Kurt had it worse. Being pregnant, and a hormonal teenage guy to boot, he was horny as hell. Blaine knew for a fact that Kurt jerked off before and after hanging out with Blaine. He could smell it, and it often made him hard just thinking about it.
So as he began kissing Kurt passionately, hands digging into Kurt's hair, he muttered against his boyfriend's lips, "We're having sex. We're having sex right now."
Kurt quickly dug his nails into Blaine's skin, scratching at his muscular arms. "Yes, yes, yes! Oh god, Blaine I need you in me, like months ago. Please, please, please!"
Hearing Kurt so desperate and needy caused a low growl to rumble in Blaine's chest. He quickly flipped Kurt over, hands roaming over his boyfriend's exposed skin. He began kissing Kurt's neck fiercely, and in between kisses, managed to mutter, "Want you to ride me."
Kurt froze, and for a second Blaine thought he had gone too far, but then Kurt began to attack his lips. "Hell yes." He breathed, and it went straight to Blaine's cock. Groaning loudly, he grabbed Kurt's hips, sure to leave bruises.
Suddenly, before he knew it, Kurt was impaling himself on Blaine's cock. They both gasped out, a few tears leaking out from Kurt's eyes. Since Kurt took after a cat and self lubricated it didn't hurt too badly, but it was still kind of dry, and Kurt had to get used to the feeling. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Kurt began to move.
Blaine was suddenly moaning and arching into Kurt, as his boyfriend began rolling his hips. Holy hell, he hadn't even thought it was possible to feel this good. Blaine was gasping and moaning, joining Kurt's delicious noises. They were creating a symphony of sound, thank god Burt was out of the house.
It had been so long since they had touched each other liked this, been so intimate. Blaine knew he was close, but he wanted Kurt to come first. Removing one of his hands, he reached up and began to stroke Kurt's rock hard cock. That was all it took before Kurt was coming between them in spurts. Feeling Kurt's tight muscles constrict around his cock was too much, and Blaine was coming seconds later.
Reveling in the post sex high, Blaine quickly drew Kurt to him and embraced him, cuddling before the two nodded off to sleep under the covers, without bothering to clean up the mess. It was hours before either of them woke up to the sound of Burt's voice.
"I SWEAR TO GOD BLAINE ANDERSON I WILL CUT OFF YOUR DICK IF YOU CANNOT KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS!"