Come Hell Or High Water

by ffic4life

Kurt made Puck a promise. A promise he had every intention of keeping, especially when he found out Puck was pregnant with their child. Prompt, Mpreg

2. That's What You Get

Title: Come Hell or High Water
Rating: NC-17/M
Genre: Slash, Drama/Romance/Angst, Mpreg
Characters: Glee Cast Ensemble
Character Pairings: Puck/Kurt and Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Kurt made Puck a promise. A promise he had every intention of keeping, especially when he found out Puck was pregnant with his child. Puck always knew Kurt was settling for him, but he wanted to believe that their child would give Kurt a reason to stay. What happens when Kurt breaks his promise and also his boyfriend's heart?
Word Count for this Part: 3,524
Warnings: Slash, Mpreg, Sex, Cheating, and Alcohol Consumption Involving Teens
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Glee or any of the people associated with it. Sigh.
Author's Notes: This is a response to ice_whisper's prompt on LJ Puckurt's fic meme who wanted a Pregnant Puck and Kurt and Blaine affair. Now, I have never written Mpreg before, so I'm a little nervous. I love reading them, particularly pregnant!Puck, but this would be the first time I have ever actually set out to do one myself. This part is alittle rshed at the end I think. IDK, what do you think? Drop a comment, if you can :)

Chapter 1~That's What You Get When You Let Your Heart Win

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It had been two months since he told Kurt, and Puck had never been happier before in his life. In fact, he was pretty sure no one had ever been as happy as he was while walking down the halls of McKinley towards his locker with his baby daddy holding his hand. His almost five month pregnant belly aside, he had never felt more beautiful either. That thing that chicks always say about how pregnant people "glow," or whatever, it was so true. His smile was almost nonstop. And when other people comment on how happy he looks, he just smiles even wider.

Telling the Glee kids had been surprisingly easy. With the exception of Blaine, who really had nothing to say, they all accepted him with open and loving arms; making him promise that he let them help whenever possible and claiming right as aunts and uncles. He always blushes when one of the girls coo over his stomach, but he figures that's because he's not used to so much attention.

Finn's turned into a hawk, keeping his eyes trained on him whenever Kurt isn't around. At first he found it annoying, but now it's comforting. This pregnancy was a risk and anything could happen. So having someone he knew was strong enough to carry him, in case something went bad, made him feel a little safer.

Kurt had been completely perfect over the course of the seven weeks. Waiting for him every morning with an egg and cheese biscuit, two hash browns, bar-be-que sauce (bar-be-que for the biscuit, of course, which always made his boyfriend scrunch up his nose with no comment), and a long kiss. He never let Noah out of his sight at school, even following him into the bathroom to rub his back as he retched when at all possible. And the sex? Well, he can just say he's positive Kurt doesn't walk with blue balls for very long, since he gets horny at the drop of a hat.

Come to think of it, a broom closet heavy petting session sounded pretty good at the moment, actually.

They had to be more careful as he got bigger though, no hard fucking, just slow extended sessions. Which, if Noah were being completely honest, he preferred anyway. It was more intimate, the slow push inside and drag back across his prostate. Mmm, down boy.

But even more than all of that, the way Kurt looked at him was the best. Like he was the center of the universe and he would lay gold bricks down for him to walk on if he could. He was never worried anymore that someone (*ahem* Blaine) would take his lover away from him, because Kurt wouldn't be looking at him like that if he had any interest anywhere else.

Once they reached his locker, Kurt kissed him softly again and said he'd be back in just a second, he had to go and get his own books. Noah melted and giggled, (Giggled? Whoever said he was giggling was a COMPLETE liar) nodding for him to go ahead and promising to wait for him.

Rummaging through his own locker he wondered how he got so lucky. Going from alone and depressed to loved and treasured.

Even his relationship with his mom had improved. She was getting a grandbaby, and Noah often found her chatting with her Temple friends about how excited she was. In some ways, he thinks she's more excited than he is.

"Good morning, Noah," Rachel beams from his left. He smiles at her as well when she leans down to address his bump, placing a gentle hand on it, "And how's my favorite niece or nephew?"

"Doing well Auntie Rachel," he replies for them, laughing at his own ridiculousness. And that just made it even funnier because he actually does stuff like laugh now.

"Well that's wonderful," she says while standing up again, smile never leaving her face, "I got a call from your mom last night." If Noah didn't know better it looked like his friend was conspiratorial.

"Oh yeah?" He said, trying to disguise his interest, while finishing off his orange juice.

The soprano nodded and leaned against his row of lockers. "She wants to go baby shopping this weekend and invited my dads and me. She figured you would want your," she shoots him a subtle grin as she says the words, "best friend to tag along."

And that was another thing to add to the list of things Noah never expected. Rachel and he were best friends. Seriously. If he wasn't still sure he had a dick, he'd check to see if the kid was turning him into a girl; but after one unfortunate break down over Kurt making a teasing comment about how fast he gobbles down his food, and Rachel followed him into the bathroom to talk him down from his crying…they just sort of started talking. And Noah figured out that Rach was actually really cool, and not nearly as high strung as she is when she's in school. Not to mention, is a great listener. So whenever he wants to bitch about the unfairness that is he needs his sister to tie his shoes for him, she's there with a smile on her face. He would never admit it to anyone besides Rachel, but he loved her like a second sister.

Noah laughs in response. "And your dads are my friends? When did that happen?" He teases.

Rachel rolls her eyes, "Haha, but really would it be alright if I come?"

"Rach," Noah scoffs as he shuts the locker door, "do you really need to ask that question? Of course I want you there."

She grins and nods her okay before making her excuse to leave before Homeroom.

Yeah, Noah thinks, his life couldn't be more perfect. A baby, a doting father to be, wonderful friends and family…what more could he need?

He continues with that thought when said doting father to be returns. And if he noticed that the slightly taller boy's eyes weren't meeting his completely and his smile was a little forced – well he didn't say anything. Because everything was perfect and he trusted Kurt implicitly. There was no reason to start something over nothing. It was much better to continue smiling, the baby thought so too.

~K&P~

Kurt doesn't know how much more he can take.

He loves Noah, really he does.

But he can't stand his role he seems to have adopted. Noah does little more than use him as a butler with sex benefits. He can't help it. He's outside the creation process, aside from the doctor's visits he attends and gets to see the sonograms. Noah only calls him when he's horny, hungry, or a combination of both. And to top it all off Rachel of all fucking horrible people has becomes his best friend.

Like seriously.

Wherever Noah is, she just pops up bright smile and grabby hands…if Kurt weren't more of a person he'd tell her to back the fuck off. Noah was his boyfriend, not hers.

And he knew he shouldn't be…jealous or whatever, but come on its Rachel! And then when the counter-tenor is with his lover it's always, "Rachel this," and "Rachel that." If he didn't know better, he'd say they were fucking. However, he knows the stupid bitch is totally in love with his brother. Eye roll.

So then why does he care so much? To tell the truth, he doesn't know. He doesn't know why it bothers him so much. It was good Noah had friends, so what's the deal?

He ponders that question while sitting in his AP English class. Off to the right, two rows over and one seat forward sits his ex. Any friendly relationship they may have had before pretty much fizzled when they announced their pregnancy. Blaine only said two words about it. No really, just two words: "Good luck."

And since then they haven't spoken at all. Kurt's guilty to admit he misses him.

As a friend only, nothing sexual.

But it would be good to have someone to talk to about these feelings. Mercedes isn't an option. One because she's all wrapped up in her boyfriend and two because she's all up into being an auntie and stuff. Telling her his less than pure thoughts would no doubt end in a lecture and he really didn't think he could handle that. His dad and Carol weren't an option because much the same as Mercedes they were all about Puck and the baby. And Finn well, come on, it's Finn.

So Kurt was fairly alone. It wasn't like he was close enough to Santana, Quinn, or Brittany to start pouring his heart out; and Mike and Tina, well, they've never really been close or distant. Artie, maybe, but he was Puck's bro or whatever and that was a minor recipe for disaster.

Which brings him back to Blaine. The guy he walked away from. The guy he really has no regrets walking away from. He doesn't. He just wants to talk. He just wants their friendship back. Noah and their baby were still his number one priority. But if Noah could Rachel as his friend, Kurt could have Blaine right?

Right. There was no need to rationalize it when it was entirely innocent.

He would tell Noah about meeting up with him for coffee that afternoon, he would understand.

~K&P~

Noah was waiting for his boyfriend by his locker, as usual. It was the end of the school day on a Friday. Usually that meant hurry home for sexy times and ice cream.

But for whatever reason, Kurt was taking a rather long time. And Noah should know because he's been waiting for ten minutes. At most the paler boy took five minutes to appear. Like he said earlier, he's watched constantly; so the fact that he's nowhere to be seem kinda worrisome.

"Maybe he had to go to the bathroom," he mutters to himself, ignoring the voice in his head that said Kurt only used the bathrooms at school to help him puke. He sighs and nods at the passing kids who send him a smile.

Tina waves as Mike catches up and calls out a "See you Monday, Puck!"

He smiles as her, then feels it drop from his face. Really, Kurt was taking a long time. And right before he was about to go searching, he shows up looking like he ran. Noah lets out a breath of air, relieved.

"Hey, babe," he says with a smile. "What happened?"

Kurt looks up at him, steeling himself for the conversation. Noah would understand. Noah knew he loved him and their baby. It wasn't asking too much to have a break. He deserved one. "I, uh," except there was the other part of him that knew Noah wouldn't understand. He had made a promise. But that promise meant have sex with him, it didn't mean have a casual coffee. Right?

"Kurt," Noah asks with concern now covering his face, his hand straying to his belly like he does when he's nervous.

And that thought seals the deal. He can't give Noah something to stress over, it isn't good for the baby. It was only coffee. Noah doesn't need to know, it was okay to tell a little white lie. It would be better for them in the long run even. Noah wouldn't know about his doubts, he'd release them and be done with it. Back to happy family. So breaking their first promise, he says, "Yeah. Listen, I just ran into Mercedes. She wants me to help her pick out her outfit for her date with Shane tomorrow. So I'll be over later, okay?"

The Jewish teen looks a little taken aback but then nods and smiles. "I understand, babe. You deserve a break with your friend. You've been such an angel about the baby and everything, I should have offered it sooner. I feel like a bad boyfriend."

Kurt's gut twists a little. Noah seems so sincere, he should just tell him the truth but…"You're not, love. It's okay, I…" he shifts his eyes a little, "enjoy following you around. Really."

"Really? I'm sure I'm kind of a pain." Noah says with a shy duck of his head. "It's no wonder you're sick of me."

His gut churns just a little more. "I would never be sick of you," the counter-tenor says firmly and lifts the darker teen's face. "I wouldn't give us up for the world, remember?"

Overcome with love and passion, Noah leans forward and wraps his arms around his neck, kissing him softly. Pulling back he leers, "Besides foreplay is all about waiting, right?" And with that he drags his boyfriend in for a harder more sexual kiss, backing himself further up the lockers and wrapping his long fingers in Kurt's hair. He feels Kurt's tongue begging entrance and opens willingly, moaning at the sensation only his baby daddy brings out of him. Just as he's about to lift his leg and start an even more sexual dance, Kurt pulls back panting, "We'll continue this later."

The pregnant man nods eagerly and watches his lover pulls away, giving him room to exit. Noah leaves with swag (well as much as he can swag while pregnant anyway) in his step, obviously happy with himself; and Kurt is left staring down at his crotch. Horrified at the fact that he wasn't hard.

~K&P~

The Lima Bean, as cheesy as it's named, did have great coffee. Pushing away the troubles about his second brain's lack of enthusiasm in his earlier make-out session, Kurt smiles across at a subdued Blaine.

"So, uh," the ex-Warbler starts, glancing around a little nervously, "I guess I'm confused as to why I'm here."

"I just wanted to catch up," Kurt says with a sip of his latte. "A lot's happened and we haven't really talked so…"

"What's there to talk about?" he asks with a quiet defiance. "You got Puck" he says the name slowly, with an edge very evident, "pregnant and made it pretty clear you wanted me to leave you both alone."

Kurt's mouth drops open, "No, I just didn't want you thinking you could win me back. Noah and I are starting a family, Blaine. There can't be misunderstandings."

"And being your friend is a misunderstanding? Hell, Kurt, being friendly is a misunderstanding?"

"No, I just…" and he really had nothing to say.

They both sat quietly for a few minutes. Contemplating what exactly they wanted out of this conversation.

"I'm sorry, you know?" Blaine says quietly.

Kurt shoots him a look, "Sorry about what?"

"About us. What drove us apart was just a dumb little dispute about Grey's Anatomy, for god's sake." Blaine sighs and takes a sip of coffee. "All through the summer I couldn't stop thinking about it. About why it went from so good to just…"

"…shit." Kurt supplied, letting loose a hollow chuckle. "I think we both know it was more than Grey's Anatomy, Blaine. When I finally let myself see beyond your eyes and actually look at our relationship, I realized it was doomed from the start."

"I don't think so, Kurt." The dark haired teen insisted.

"Yes, it was. You were a hero in my head. You saved me from bullies and taught me how to be myself, yes. But that doesn't mean you're my match. It just means you are a great guy."

"What does Puck have that I don't?" Blaine shot, leaning forward slightly.

Kurt resisted a growl, "His name is Noah."

"Whatever," he replies fervently. "I don't understand why you're relationship with him is so great, when you walk the halls looking like your miserable, and you did nothing but smile with me. Explain it to me, Kurt. Cause I'd really like to know."

They enter a staring contest, a battle of the wills. Which Kurt wasn't entirely sure he was winning. He has a point. Lately he has been miserable. Wasn't that what this meeting was supposed to be about in the first place? Getting his feelings of guilt and jealousy off his chest? He feels his phone vibrate, but for some reason he certainly hates himself for, he ignores it entirely. Choosing instead to keep looking at Blaine and see the scowl slowly melt into that expression that captivated him so long ago. One full of love and longing. The dark haired boy whispers his name and tear slides out of his eye. Maybe he's miserable with Puck because it isn't right. Maybe he had been wrong all along.

His phone vibrates again, and the next thing he knows they're in the back end of his Navigator, behind the Lima Bean where it's dark and deserted. Blaine has his tongue shoved down his throat and they both have missing clothes. And if Kurt hears his phone vibrate again, it gets covered up quickly with the sounds of moans.

~K&P~

Noah was starting to get worried. Surely Kurt would be done with Mercedes now, and he's tried calling the teen several times. Thinking that maybe the music's too loud or Kurt's got his phone on silent, he tries Mercedes.

"Hey, Aretha," he greets, trying to keep the tension out of his voice. "Is Kurt still there?"

"Kurt?" she asks him with obvious confusion. "Kurt hasn't been over here in weeks, Boo. What do you mean?"

His mouth drops open. "We-Well, didn't you guys have plans this afternoon. A big date with Shane tomorrow outfit planning thing?"

"Umm, nooo," she replies slowly. "Shane is in Columbus with his grandma right now."

Making his excuses to go, Puck hangs up feeling anxious. And not in a good way. Kurt lied. He never lied. What was going on?

"Hey Finn, is Kurt there?" he asks in a hurry, barreling through his friend's casual 'hello.'

"Uh, no, dude. I thought he was with you like he always is."

Not even saying goodbye he hangs up. Kurt's MIA. Kurt lied to him. Kurt isn't anywhere he usually is. What was he supposed to do?

Trying his cell again, he left another message. This one going back and forth between worried and upset. And after three more tries, each message more and more upset than the last, Noah gives up. If Kurt wanted to answer he would have by now. What was going on? He bites his lip, holding in his tears. It was fine. Everything was okay. Kurt was the perfect boyfriend, they were having a perfect child, there was a perfect explanation for all of this.

And showing up at the Hudmel's that evening asking Carole if Kurt had gotten in and that it was important, he was sent up to his room only to get it. There his…baby daddy sat, crying and cursing at himself. And it all just clicked. Noah didn't know how he knew, just that he did.

More calm than he expected, he says, "It was Blaine wasn't it?"

Kurt's head jerks up at the sound of his voice, startled. "Noah, I…"

Eyes wet with tears starting to form and face angry from the pain inside his chest, he shouts, "You promised me, you bastard. You promised!"

"Baby, it was a…" Kurt tries, coming forward.

"Don't you call me that! How could you, Kurt?" he sobs. "How could you?"

Due to the commotion, Burt, Carol and Finn all show up asking what the matter is. Puck just continues to stare at his now ex-boyfriend.

"I…Noah, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what, I don't understand," Burt says with Finn nodding his agreement.

Carol seems to catch on and immediately walks forward to touch the pregnant man gently. "Burt, take him home, he's not fit to drive."

"No." Puck says on a growl, feeling another sob release from his chest. "Not until he tells me why!"

"Noah I didn't mean too…"

"Wait a minute," Finn finally says, looking back and forth between his brother and his friend. "I know what's going on here."

"Care to explain for me then?" Burt asks on a sigh, not amused at all.

"Kurt slept with Blaine," Noah says for him. It sits in the air for a minute. Kurt staring at Noah, devastated and sorry. "You broke your promise. And you know what, I think I know why."

"Puck, don't do this to yourself," Finn says with a worried tone of voice. "Let me take you home."

"You never really loved me, did you? I was the rebound for Captain Fantastic. You were planning to dup when you were finished playing with me and the fucker got his head out of his ass. But I got pregnant, so you stayed. Very nice, Hummel. Now stay the fuck away from me."

And with that he brushes past everyone and walks out of the house, listening to a chorus of people calling his name. No one comes after him. Which he's grateful for. He just wants to go home and cry.

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