Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything mentioned in this fanfic.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,721

Future!Fic

A/N: You guys are horrible! Ruining all of my horror fun. :( Hahaha. So, onto romance I go! (but I am going to add drama to this just to be forewarned *the good kind, not the "Oh no you didn't steal my toothbrush! I'm not talking to you for like a day." "Oh no! You can't not talk to me for a day or I'll die." *quiet* *dies*)


Chapter Three

When Kurt woke up he was hooked up to four machines that he had no idea what they did. Well, he knew what the one that was beeping annoyingly loud was but the other three were a mystery to him. His head was still blurry so he didn't really get where he was or why he was hooked up to the machines but for some reason he felt content. Why? Because the thing that woke him up was the baby kicking.

He smiled and put a hand on his belly for a few minutes before everything came back to him. No, this wasn't a dream. No, he wasn't a girl. No, he wasn't out of college and a famous fashion designer... He was a teen mom. Kurt had gotten himself very worked up so he leaned over the side of the bed and puked. He had only drank water so it wasn't too bad coming up, but it still wasn't pleasant.

When the doctor's/nurse's heard the noise a doctor and three nurses ran into the room. The doctor stood back and inspected the paitent while one nurse cleaned up the puke, another was asking Kurt if he was alright, and the third was checking all of the screens.

"Are you okay? Do you need pain medication?" the nurse who hovered over him, taking his temperture, with short brunette hair asked Kurt.

Kurt ignored all of her questions and looked at the doctor. "Is this really happening to me?" Kurt asked with tears in his eyes.

The doctor nodded and that's all Kurt needed for the tears to start rolling down. He sniffed, a nurse automatically gave him a kleenex, and soon was bawling. This was not how he had planned for his life to go. He didn't want this baby, he loved it a lot, but he wanted a better home for him or her. He wanted so much but his whole future was gone in the blink of an eye. For a second he cursed Blaine but he couldn't regret their sweet sweet night together no matter how much he tried.

When he was finished crying the doctor asked, "Are you hurting anywhere?"

Kurt replied, "Not physically."

The doctor nodded and wrote something down. "Feeling nauseous, anxieous, or overwhelmed?"

Kurt mumbled, "All three."

"Okay then. You're normal. If you want to call someone then just push nine, the area code, and then call. I'll come and check on you in two days and then we'll fill out all the paperwork and stuff. These nurses are on your beck and call twenty four-seven if you need anything. Don't hesitate to ask them to help you to go to the bathroom, because you're on bedrest and it might hurt getting up. Okay?" Kurt nodded his head and the doctor walked out followed by the three nurses. Kurt sighed and picked up the phone to call the one person he wanted to talk to, Blaine.

He really didn't think about what he was doing until he heard Blaine's voice on the other end. "Hello?"

When Kurt heard Blaine's voice his first reaction was relief but then he got scared. He giggled nervously and replied, "Hello."

"Kurt? Why are you calling from a New York number?" Blaine asked.

Kurt giggled more and said, "Well... I'm in New York, but I'm sort of detained at the moment."

Kurt heard Blaine gasp and he realized how bad that sounded. "Oh my god. Are you in jail? Do you need me to bail you out? Are you being held for ransom?"

Kurt laughed and said, "No, no... Nothing that serious... Well, sort of... Umm..." Kurt felt a sharp stab of pain in his abdomen and, to Blaine, sounded like he was punched in the stomach.

"Kurt? You okay?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, fine just need to get a nurse in here..." Kurt pushed the red button next to the bed and waited for the nurses to come.

"Nurse? Kurt! Where are you?" Blaine was getting upset now and he could hear Kurt panting into the phone and was Kurt dying? Oh my god...

Kurt mumbled, "Just having a little trouble with the pregnancy is all..."

Blaine pulled the phone off his ear, as the nurses were coming in, and cleaned out his ear. Did he hear Kurt right? "Um, what did you say?"

Kurt gasped and said, "I gotta go. I'll call you later sweetheart." Before Blaine could reply he heard a dial tone at the other end of the line.

Blaine sat down in a nearby chair and fanned himself. He was having a mini heart attack right now. The more he thought about it the more crazy Kurt sounded. Maybe Kurt was dreaming or high? Maybe Kurt was drunk. That had to be it. Kurt was a paranoid crazy drunk. When Kurt woke up and had a hangover everything would be fine... Blaine got up off the couch and texted Kurt thier word (Courage) before going to class.


Kurt on the other hand started going, "Hee hee who. Hee hee who." The nurses called the doctor in and when he walked in the door he stated, "Oh hell no. He is not having contraptions right now. He was fine all those months before but now that he's doing something right he's going into labour? Hell. No. Nurse, get as much morphine as it's legal to put in a boy this size with a baby. He's going to go to sleep right now and that baby will still be in there when he wakes up. Got it?"

The nurse nodded curtly and ran to the medicine part of the clinic. Kurt was still doing, the "Hee hee who" exercise (he saw it on a TV show once) and the doctor gave him a look.

"You know that doesn't work right? It just makes your breathing more erratic and speeds up your heart rate, right?"

Kurt stopped mid "hee" and gave him the bitch look, "Well what the hell else am I supposed to be doing? Holding my breath?"

The doctor laughed and said, "No, you're supposed to breathe calmly so you don't give yourself a heart attack." In the middle of the sentence the doctor had his hand out waiting for the needle to put into Kurt's IV. It was before the nurse had come in the room but Kurt saw her a second later and she handed it to the doctor. He had the lid off and was putting it in his IV so quickly that Kurt barely saw it.

"Now. Go to sleep and relax. You're child is not coming out today. Hopefully these were just false labor pains and they will go away when you wake up."

Kurt was out before the doctor had said, "labor pains" and Kurt went into his head world where everything made sense.


A/N: Gahh. I'm going to have to BetA my chapter one so when I put this up, I'm going to re put up chapter one (It'll be the same but without spelling errors/grammar errors!) So, wish me luck!


A/N: I was hoping to finish this one up but this is what happened! If you guys keep commenting like you are I will do my best to please you. I was so shocked with the reviews/faves/alerts this story got. My jaw has seriously dropped.