First off, I'm going to apologize for the ending to this. I know some people said they didn't want it to happen that way, but I've had this written and posted on the kink meme for over three months...kind of hard to change it now. Second, I'm also apologizing because I won't be able to post chapter 5 until at least Tuesday afternoon. Real life kind of crashed down on me yesterday and I have a ton of stuff going on this weekend and Monday. But I promise you'll get a bit of a resolution then!
Blaine sat at the instructor's desk on Friday ignoring the few students using the lab. He had his own Biology text opened, but it was hiding the paperwork and brochures he was going over.
He was seven weeks pregnant. There was a living being inside him that would permanently connect him to Kurt. Kim gave Blaine every piece of information she had to help him understand what would happen over the next several months, along with prenatal vitamins and a prescription to help curb his morning sickness. He still felt awful, but it had cut the nausea down a little.
Suddenly Blaine heard a pair of hands slam down on the counter in front of the desk. He practically jumped out of the chair before telling Casey off. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You up for a Halo marathon this weekend? Lucas had to come up for his brother's wedding tonight, but is staying 'til Sunday. I mean, obviously if you have plans with the boy toy, those would be more important."
"Sorry, Case," Blaine cut him off. "As much as I'd love to, I'm still behind on shit and a bit under the weather. And while I don't have plans with Kurt at the moment, I need to talk to him about something."
Casey raised an eyebrow. "You're still sick? Damn, have you been to a doctor yet?"
"I went Tuesday, as a matter of fact. It may take a little bit for me to fully recover, but I'm getting there." Casey knew Blaine had Emerick's, he had found out when everything with Robbie went down, but Blaine wasn't about to let anyone else know before Kurt was informed.
"I'm sorry, bro," Casey sympathized, placing a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "If you need me to cover another shift until you're better, let me know."
"Thanks, man," Blaine said. "I hope I'll be able to keep them all, but I'll call you just in case."
"Yeah. Oh, hello there."
Blaine turned to where Casey was looking. Kurt was strolling into the lab, dressed in yet another elaborate ensemble that showed off many of his assets. Blaine attempted to give his standard greeting with a straight face. "Good evening, welcome to BIOSIS. Sign into the computer in front and then choose your microscope or computer."
Kurt smirked. "Actually, I have a few questions I'm unsure about. Can I ask you, or do I email Dr. Roberson?" he inquired.
"That depends on the subject matter," Blaine answered.
"Hmmm, you're right. She may not appreciate me propositioning her."
Casey burst out laughing, earning glares from a girl at a nearby table. "You've got yourself a keeper, Blaine."
"I hate you, you know?" Blaine blushed. "Kurt, this is my best friend Casey Lewis, a fellow grad student. Case, this is Kurt Hummel."
Casey offered his hand for Kurt to shake. "It's great to finally meet you. Blaine talks nonstop about you in our weekly meetings."
Kurt gasped. "Really?"
"Nah, but I'm glad he found you. I haven't seen him this happy in a long time."
"Thank you, Casey. I hope I make him half as happy as he's made me the past month."
Blaine knew he had to be beet red by now. "Okay, okay. Casey, I'll talk to you later, alright?"
"Sure thing. Have fun," Casey said as he left.
Blaine sighed. "I'm sorry. That's probably not the best way to introduce you to my friends. Casey likes to be protective, but he sometimes goes overboard."
"That's fine. Several of my friends from high school are like that as well, namely my stepbrother," Kurt replied.
"So what were your questions that you had? I might be able to help you out."
"Oh, yeah. I was wanting to see if you knew where I could find a gorgeous, stunning boy I could take out tonight."
"Well, I don't know about anyone gorgeous and stunning, but I'm free after the lab closes at 9," Blaine said.
Kurt giggled. "I was talking about you, silly. Are you up to going out when you get off?"
Blaine was about to say yes before thinking again about what needed to be done. "Actually, do you mind just coming over? I need to talk to you about something."
"Sure, that's fine," Kurt replied, his expression becoming worried. "Are you alright?"
"I'll explain everything then. Don't worry about me, Kurt. I'm okay."
Apparently Blaine's smile was a little too forced for Kurt's liking. "I know you aren't. I'll be over at 9:30." He leaned across the desk to kiss Blaine, who returned the favor despite students being around and the possibility of this getting back to Dr. Roberson.
As soon as Kurt left, Blaine began feeling sick. He looked around the room…three students remained and all looked like they had a grasp on their studies. He hurried out of the room towards the restroom at the opposite end of the corridor from the entrance in case Kurt stuck around. After vomiting, Blaine looked down at his stomach. "Okay, you, this better not continue all nine months," he said before realizing he was speaking to his unborn child. His and Kurt's unborn child.
When Blaine returned, he was far too anxious about the impending talk to even crack his book open again, so he counted down the minutes until closing. The final student departed the lab at 8:30 and he figured it wouldn't hurt to shut everything down and leave a little early. He shut the computers down, made sure the microscopes were covered, and turned out the lights before locking the door behind him. He stopped at the convenience store on campus to grab a turkey sandwich. Even though his appetite had yet to return, Blaine knew he needed to eat something beforehand. He reached his apartment with forty minutes to wait for Kurt's arrival. He ate his sandwich and then sat on the couch, his legs restlessly shaking. By 9:25, Blaine was certain he would die of a heart attack before Kurt got there.
Five minutes later, precisely on time, he heard a knock. The walk to the door felt eternal. He opened it to find Kurt standing on his patio holding some purple and white latex balloons.
"I didn't want to stop by without something to make you feel better, and with it being so late there wasn't much to choose from," he said.
Blaine smiled, taking hold of the ribbons and giving Kurt a kiss. "You didn't have to do that, but I really appreciate it. Come on in. Would you like a drink?"
"Just water for now," Kurt replied as he stepped over the threshold. He watched as Blaine set the balloons in a corner and took two glasses out for them. "How are you feeling, truthfully?"
"Truthfully?" Blaine hesitated as he handed Kurt one of the glasses and sat down on the couch. "Like shit."
"Have you been to the doctor yet?" Blaine nodded. "And?"
Here goes nothing, Blaine thought. "Kurt, there's something I've been keeping from you since that first night at the bar. It's the main reason why I want to work in genetics and find out what happens to cause these mutations, because I have one."
Kurt sipped his water. "Really?" he asked.
Blaine nodded. "Have you heard of the Emerick gene mutation?"
"Of course. One of my friend Rachel's fathers has it."
"Okay. What do you know about it?"
"All I know is that he could get pregnant. They tried to have a child for years, but they had no luck and ended up using a female surrogate who gave birth to Rachel."
"Emerick's leads to a slighter stature for men. They go through puberty earlier, but they won't grow as much. And yes, that part is true. Men who have the gene are able to conceive and carry a child inside them," Blaine said.
Kurt looked confused. "What brought this up?"
Taking a deep breath, Blaine continued on. "It's hereditary. It's on the Y-chromosome, so it passes from father to son for generations. It was first discovered in my great grandfather, who passed it down to his sons, who passed it on to their sons, and their sons' sons. So I have it…and I'm pregnant."
Seconds went by without a response from Kurt. Finally he said, "You're kidding, right?"
"I wish I was. I'm having a baby. We're having a baby, Kurt."
Kurt shook his head in disbelief. "There's no way it's mine."
Blaine was stunned. "What? Why would you think that?"
"We've used condoms every time we've had sex, Blaine. So obviously it can't be mine. What's wrong with the other dad? Not enough prestige because I'm a congressman's son?"
"So you think I slept with someone else? Kurt, condoms break and get misused. Many pregnancies happen that way. And for your information, you're the first person I've even been interested in in close to a year and a half. I had zero interest in anyone because my ex made me feel like shit because of this gene."
"This is unbelievable," Kurt said to himself. "Are you sure?"
"I told you I went to the doctor. My aunt specializes in Emerick's support and treatment. That's why I left early Tuesday, to see her. And I found out then." Blaine picked up the pamphlets from the end table next to them and handed them to Kurt. "These will tell you everything."
"I can't do this," Kurt said, standing up. "I need to get out of here."
Blaine trailed behind him, grabbing the door after Kurt opened it. "What are you doing?"
Kurt turned around. "I need some time to comprehend this, okay? That's all I want from you." He then walked out, leaving Blaine to wonder what was happening with them.