Hey there! I'm Porcelain Birds and this is 'Life Unexpected'! Thanks for bothering to open this fic, so while you're here, why don't you spend a few minutes and read it through? I'm trying to keep these chapters relatively short, as to allow myself time to update once a week. To clarify, I am mashing up season two and season three of glee to create the setting for this story. So just a general warnings, spoilers for both seasons!
To try and give you a better grasp on what is taking place, read the notes below:
-Burt and Carole married.
-Finn called Kurt a fag.
-Puck did not knock Quinn up, nor did he sleep with her.
-Finn did sleep with Santana.
-Burt has not had a heart attack yet.
-Kurt has not met Blaine yet.
And that's all you need to know for this chapter!
Kurt refused both Tina and Mercedes' offers for a ride home. He knew he had worried them, but he wanted to think. He liked the freedom that walking offered him, he need the time to think things over. He had a lot to dwell upon.
He and Quinn had stayed in the bathroom for the rest of sixth period, only emerging for glee because they knew if they didn't, either Mr. Schuester, or Rachel would surely come and hunt them down. And neither of them needed that.
To say that the news had come to him as a shock would be the understatement of the century. He was gay as they came, he never thought he would have to deal with this problem. Sure, he wanted kids, but he had thought that was one of the few advantages of being gay; he couldn't possibly have kids until he was ready for them.
Kurt sighed. There was so much to think about. He wasn't mad at Quinn. Sure, he was a little upset that he had lost his virginity to a girl, the one dating Finn Hudson no less, but he had gotten over that fickle crush a while ago. But he was going to be sharing a lot of firsts with Quinn Fabray, and to be honest, he wasn't sure how he felt about that.
Yes, Quinn was a sweet girl, and yes, Kurt had no problems with her. He had never really spoken to her before, but he knew glee club was changing her. That didn't mean Kurt had to be happy with how things were working out. Though to be fair, he was quite sure that Quinn was far more upset than he. But that didn't mean he was feeling numb towards the whole affair.
At the back of his mind, he was excited. He loved babies, he always had. He had begged and pleaded for a baby sibling throughout his childhood, and finally he thought his wish had come true, only to lose his mother and his baby sister with one complication. It had devastated Kurt, and he had always secretly yearned for his own baby.
But he had never thought that wish would come true at age sixteen.
Sure, he heard about teenagers having babies all the time. It was almost acceptable in today's culture. But he had never really applied the lesson to his own life. He had always avoided talks about safe sex, hating the awkwardness of it in general, and figuring it didn't apply to him. Sex made him nervous, Kurt knew that had he been sober, even if Quinn was a boy, he never would have been able to get through…sex. He avoided the topic like a plague, it downright terrified him.
Holy hell, he was going to be a father.
Somehow that particular fact had eluded his mind, but no more. He was going to be a dad. He was going to have a part in bringing a life into the world. A baby. A tiny baby. Through the bitter thoughts, and terrified musings, a tiny smile flickered on his face. He was going to have a son or a daughter.
A part of his mind zoomed ahead of him, ahead of the months, thinking to when the baby was born. A baby girl to cherish and protect. A tiny boy to raise and educate. God, Kurt wanted to explode with happiness. Yes he was nervous. He was scared shitless. But even that could not, should not, overwhelm the utter happiness that he felt in his heart.
However, the happiness dissipated slightly when he realized that he would have to talk to his dad. Sooner rather than later. He would not be one of those teenagers who let it simmer until it all came to a boil, exploding out in a painful mess of anger and disappointment.
But it was only when Kurt realized he would have to explain to his step brother who he once had a crush on, that he had impregnated his girlfriend, that his stomach lurched. He knew for a fact that Finn could be quite aggressive, and if he were to take out his anger on Kurt, well he wouldn't exactly be in the wrong.
That didn't make Kurt look forward to the impending confrontation any more though.
Before he knew it, Kurt had reached his house. Digging in his coat pocket, he found the silver key, and placed it into the lock. Turning the knob, Kurt took a deep breath and walked into his house. He didn't see Finn's car outside, and remembered that the taller boy had football practice after school. Good. His father would be alone.
Walking into the kitchen, Kurt found his dad digging around in the refrigerator, presumably for a beer. "Dad?" He asked, trying to figure out a way to go about this. But then Burt turned around, his face alight with happiness, and Kurt's resolve wavered.
"Kurt! There you are buddy, I was wondering what took you so long! One of the girls aren't staying?" Burt peered around Kurt, as if he expected Mercedes or Tina to suddenly pop out behind Kurt's trim figure.
Kurt shook his head slightly. "No, I walked home today. It's a nice day, I thought I might as well take advantage of it." Burt looked apologetic, and nodded.
"Your car is all fixed. I know we were going to fix it together, but someone brought in a Corvette, and I thought we could work on that together. But speaking of nice days, I know you've been wanting to get out, so how about we go on a hike sometime soon?"
It was a little known fact that Kurt Hummel actually enjoyed the outdoors. In fact, as a child he had camped out in the backyard for two weeks, before his father had finally dragged him into the house kicking and screaming. Things like walking and hiking were as much crack to him as makeovers and fashion were.
Kurt wanted to tell his father. He truly did. He knew the longer he waited, the harder it would be. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't be the bearer of bad news. His father was so happy, happier than he had seen him in years. He was still in the honeymoon phase of his relationship with Carole. Kurt couldn't ruin that by adding the stress of a teenage pregnancy. Especially one that would hurt Finn.
However, in the back of his mind, Kurt wasn't too angry that he had helped Quinn cheat on Finn. At least they had done it in privacy, not humiliating Finn, or any of their friends. Not that Quinn would have been caught dead in public with the resident gay kid. She had a reputation to uphold. One that would surely be torn to shreds by the end of the pregnancy.
Besides, if Quinn's drunken ramblings had held any shred of truth to them, then this wouldn't have been the first time Finn had cheated on Quinn. Kurt had been trying to kill any leftover feelings for Finn that night, trying to make the pain in his heart at seeing Finn dance with the girl who had torn him down that night, and when Quinn told him about Finn sleeping with Santana, it had effectively done the job. Somehow Kurt had imagined Finn had more class than that.
Biting down on his lip, Kurt forced a smile. "That sounds great dad." He promised, trying to find it within himself to be happy. There was a bubble of anxiety, one he knew would follow him for a while now, until he revealed the truth to his father. But he couldn't be the one to ruin Burt's happiness. His father had done so much for Kurt, he was supposed to be there for his father. His father had always been there for him, and while he doubted this experience would be any different, Kurt couldn't bear the disappointment that would inevitably been on Burt's face, when he found out that his son, his son as queer as a three dollar bill, had gotten a girl pregnant.
So Kurt went through the motions that night. He pretended to be happy, he helped his father fix cars. He assisted his stepmother in preparing the dinner that was high in cholesterol, though she ignored his protests and complaints about what they would be putting into their bodies. And Kurt sat down through a family dinner, effectively avoiding Finn's eyes and questions as to why neither he, nor Quinn had been in glee earlier that day.