Okay, guys, I am SO SORRY for the delay. I've had some...problems lately, but now that they're all sorted out, I'm planning on being back on this story, alright? Thank you to the five reviews that I got on the mini hiatus! I mean, I didn't expect that since the first chapter only got one review! I hope you all enjoy this chapter, it was extremely fun to write!
Bladder Infections Don't Make You Gross!
Wow! It's Infected Down There!
Holding Your Pee Is NOT A Fun Game!
Just Lift and Scrub!
Blaine stared down at the colorful pamphlets in his hands, than back up at Ms. Pillsbury, cocking an irritated eyebrow. He immediately knew that he was going to have to have a talk with Kurt later about Finn.
"Ms. Pillsbury… While I appreciate the pamphlets…I don't believe that they're necessary-" he began to say, but was immediately cut off by Ms. Pillsbury holding up a small hand.
"Blaine, please. I know that bladder infections can be very difficult for you to handle, but Finn said that your bladder infection was getting worse," she said cheerfully, smiling a bright smile.
Blaine face palmed with the hand that wasn't holding the pamphlets. Were these people serious? Sure, he didn't want everyone knowing that he was…with child, but he at least thought that some of them would get that he was pregnant! And why did Ms. Pillsbury have so many pamphlets having to do with bladder infections? And what was with the lift and scrub one?
Sucking in a breath, he knew that he was going to have to pretend to go along with this, up until he was comfortable with sharing his condition with his friends. "Thank you," Blaine sighed, gathering his bags and standing up. "I…appreciate it." He nodded one last time to Ms. Pillsbury, before walking out of the Guidance Councilors office, with a slightly horrified expression on his face.
Blaine immediately cut around the jocks, knowing full well that they'd take the opportunity to see the pamphlets and make a false accusation about him. Seriously - the more people that thought he had a bladder infection, the more hard it would be to try and convince them he was pregnant.
He sighed as he reached his locker, turning the knob to get his combination, and slowly opened it, stuffing the pamphlets inside and grabbing his Science textbook. The glossy green hardcover book slipped neatly inside of his messenger bag as he closed his locker once again, beginning to walk to third period.
"How was the meeting with Ms. Pillsbury?" Blaine exhaled through his nostrils sharply, turning on his heel quickly and coming face to face with Finn.
Blaine growled silently, "Okay, why would you set up a meeting for me with her? When I do not have a bladder infection!" he snapped, narrowing his eyes.
Finn blinked. "Wait…so you don't have a bladder infection?" he asked, seeming overwhelmingly shocked. "Than…than why have you been peeing and stuff so much? Are you dehydrated?" Blaine shook his head at the new accusation.
"It doesn't matter, Finn," Blaine hissed, turning back around and stalking off to his class. Of course, Finn just had to yell out in the middle of a crowded hallway:
"So you're sure you don't have a bladder infection?"
Some kids turned to look at the scene, while some jocks in the background just snickered. Blaine paused, turning on his heel and giving Finn a deathly glare.
"Finn Hudson," he hissed in repressed rage, "I'll see you in glee." Was all he said, before walking back down the hallway, avoiding the suspicious eyes of some of his fellow New Directioners.
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"Why would you scream that out in the middle of a hallway?" Blaine snapped loudly, shooting Finn a bitter glare.
Of course, not being used to Blaine being this angry, Finn shrinked down a bit. "I…I don't know! I just that you were being in denial or something; like an in the closet bladder infection person!"
Santana snapped her head in Finn's direction as soon as he said 'an in the closet bladder infection person'. "Well that's offense on many levels," she hissed, before walking over to her seat.
Finn just gave Blaine a wide-eyed look. "Look…I'm sorry, okay? I don't see how this is a big problem or anything! Like, what do you want me to do?" he asked, almost pleading to get back on Blaine's good side.
"You need to stop shouting peoples personal business in hallways, that's what you need to do," he growled.
A few seconds later, Kurt walked in, in a huff, giving a Finn a glare similar to Blaine's a few moments before. "Well, I heard that outburst, Finn," he hissed, narrowing his eyes. "And, yeah, I'm not very happy about it." Kurt's eyes lingered on Finn for a few moments, before he and Blaine walked over to the mass of chairs, taking their seats in the back row.
Finn sighed, joining Rachel next to her seat in the front row.
xXxXxXx
"Am I getting fat?"
The question took Kurt by surprise, and he turned from his locker, seeing Blaine standing behind him with a puppy dog-like expression on his face.
Kurt's mouth babbled for a few moments, before he finally got out a few words, "W-what? What kind of question is that? Of course not!" he gasped in utter surprise. The only thing noticeable on Blaine was that his stomach was only a little bit bigger - just by a few centimeters - and that it was getting swollen. Nothing more.
Blaine sighed. "You've been…ignoring me for a bit, that's all," He shrugged. "I just thought that I was getting fat, and that that was…scaring you a bit." He sighed.
Kurt gave Blaine an earnest look. "Blaine…," he sighed, resting a hand on his boyfriends shoulder. "You're not getting fat, okay? And when that baby grows, you still won't be fat."
Blaine sighed, nodding. "Okay," he said, smiling.
After a brief nod, Kurt gave Blaine a quick peck on the cheek. "Good. Now, I've gotta go to lunch," he informed him, before turning around and walking toward the lunchroom. Blaine stared after him for a moment, sighing.
It had been like Kurt was slightly avoiding him lately, for some reason. Ever since Blaine had told him that he'd gotten pregnant, Kurt had been very cautious around him, like getting pregnant was some sort of disease that he could catch.
Perhaps it was because Blaine would be getting thicker soon. Or maybe…maybe he didn't want the baby as much as Blaine did. He sighed, running a hand through his gelled down hair.
After what seemed like hours of just standing there, in front of Kurt's locker, Blaine smiled, an idea popping into his head.
xXxXxXx
"You're not joining the swimming team." Coach Roz Washington hissed, glaring at the short, pregnant boy.
Blaine's eyes widened, his hands dropping to his sides. "Why not?" he asked, politely but still pleadingly.
Coach Washington stared at him, shaking her head. "Half-white boy, you're as small as a Gremlin with tiny, stubby little baby hands. Everyone on this team is tall, lanky people. You're a tiny, little boy with a little puppy attitude, and while that's cute and all, you're not cut out for my team," she told him straightly, looking at Blaine up and down.
Blaine sniffed, glaring at the coach. "I am not that tiny," he defended himself, only to have the coach and some of the other swimmers on the team laugh at him. Blaine whipped his head around, glaring at the laughing, swimsuit wearing team, before looking back at Coach Washington.
"Okay, so I can't join the swimming team. Are there any other teams that are, you know, giving out positions?" he asked, "A team that'll take a 'small little half-white boy with stubby little baby hands'?" he added quickly.
Coach Washington once again looked at Blaine up and down, before sighing, flipping a page on her clipboard and reading it quickly. "Well…there is one team that's taking an opening," she informed him, putting the page back down and looking back at him.
Blaine's eyes widened, and he grinned. "I'll take anything right now, really,"
xXxXxXx
"You joined the soccer team? While you're pregnant?" Kurt hissed from the other end of the phone. Blaine winced, already knowing that he'd be getting a very frank talk from Kurt later on.
Blaine sighed, glancing over to the bleachers where the soccer coach was. "I haven't joined yet; I'm trying out," he told him quietly, staying at the back of the field so that his coach couldn't see his phone.
He could hear the background talk of the other kids in the cafeteria, and Mercedes and Tina talking about shoes or something next to the phone. "But Blaine," Kurt hissed, his voice dropping to a whisper, "you're still pregnant! I don't want our baby getting hurt because of some hormonal choice you're making right now,"
Blaine groaned, about to tell Kurt his reasoning, until the coach blew her whistle, causing Blaine to drop the phone to his jaw line, glancing over at the bleachers.
"Anderson! Get your butt in gear if you want to join the team!" she roared, her voice very well carrying over to his ears.
Blaine sighed, "Gotta go, love you!" he said quickly, putting the phone away from his ear to click the 'end call' button.
"Blaine Anderson, if you hang up this phone, I will-" Kurt was already threatening, until he heard the quiet 'beep' of Blaine's phone. Kurt put the phone to the table, staring at it with a bitter glare.
Mercedes looked at him, frowning. "What's wrong, boo?" she asked.
Kurt just sighed. "Blaine's just being difficult, again," he sighed, putting his phone in his pocket.
Mercedes nodded, still looking a bit worried, but didn't say anything, just continuing to pick up her tater tots and pluck them into her mouth.
Blaine sighed, putting his iPhone into his pocket and looking over to where some of the official members of the McKinley high soccer team were kicking the soccer ball around. Rubbing his stomach absently, he bounced off of the balls of his feet, jogging over to the goal stand and getting ready to show the coach what he could do.
xXxXxXx
"Okay, Anderson," Coach Elders grunted, shoving a few pairs of silky red-and-white uniforms toward him. "You're on the team, alright. We needed a striker, and you got some stuff," One of the boys on the team snickered, muttering 'some stuff' underneath his breath.
Coach Elders gave him a pair of cleats and rider gloves. "Practice is every Thursday, Wednesday, Tuesday, and Monday," she began, only to have Blaine - politely - cut her off.
"So every school day except for Friday?" he asked shyly, his eyes widening as Coach Elders waved a finger in his face.
"I know what I meant. Practice is also from the time school ends to 4:00 o' clock. Wear your uniform every day, no exceptions. Any questions?" she asked, leaning back.
"Uh…I have two-" he began to say, until Coach Elders walked away.
"I don't have time for questions!"
Blaine blinked, looking over at one of the girls on the team, a taller girl with brown hair and green eyes; he remembered that she was the goalie. "Is she always like that?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
The girl looked at him, grinning. "Only on her bad days! I'm pretty sure that it's shark week for Coach Elders," she said in a bubbly voice that faintly reminded him of Brittany and her happy attitude.
Blaine blinked quickly. "…Shark week?"
The boy who had snickered at Coach Elders earlier just grinned. "I got bitten by a shark one time," he declared, walking away.
Blaine looked at the soccer team. Okay, maybe this whole 'joining a team' thing seemed like a really good idea at first.
xXxXxXx
Kurt glared at Blaine as they settled into their plastic chairs in the choir room, in the middle row this time. "I'm still mad at you, you know," Kurt informed him, his eyes sweeping over Blaine's silky, crimson red tight uniform shirt with a white '49' on the front and similar color basketball shorts with two white stripes on the sides.
Blaine sighed, looking at Kurt with innocent, honey colored eyes. "Look, I know that me joining the soccer team while I'm…," he glanced around the choir room, becoming slightly relieved when he saw that it was still only he and Kurt inside. "with child is a really stupid decision, but Quinn was on the Cheerios', as you told me, when she was pregnant, and her baby turned out fine!"
His boyfriend looked at him, shaking his head. "You know I love you, but this is our child, Blaine. I just…I want you two to be okay, alright?" he sighed, putting a gentle hand on his knee.
Blaine smiled lightheartedly. Maybe this wasn't such a stupid decision after all.
I've always wanted to see a mpreg story where Blaine joined a team. I don't know why, but I just do. So, that's why my version of the McKinley high soccer team was born, for my own little purposes.
Once again, I apologize for the wait, and I hope to see all of your lovely reviews! See you in the next chapter!