Blaine's eyes snapped open at the crack of dawn just like they had been every single day of the week. He heard feet shuffle across the carpeted hallway and then the bathroom door slam shut. Blaine groaned and pushed himself up from the bed. He walked into the kitchen and filled a glass with water before grabbing a washcloth and wetting it. Then, he walked back down the hallway and into the bathroom. He frowned when he saw the sight in the bathroom. Santana was hunched over the toilet desperately trying to keep whatever was still in her stomach where it was.
"I fucking hate you." Santana got out before dry heaving again. Blaine gave her a smile and then went in and took a seat on the tiled bathroom floor. He placed the wet washcloth on the back of her neck.
"I know." Blaine said. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't make me stop vomiting." Santana snapped.
"No, only nine months will do that." Blaine told he rubbing her back. "...that an a cute, little baby." Santana smiled. Blaine knew that she hated waking up like this every morning, but secretly she was excited too, excited for Blaine and for herself. Before Santana could say anything else, she dived back over the toilet and threw up once again. Blaine sat behind her and rubbing her back soothingly until she stopped.
"Do you think you're done or are you going to throw up again?" Blaine asked.
"I-I think I'm good." Santana replied, nearly out of breath. Blaine grabbed the glass of water from off of the counter and handed it to her. "Thanks." she said softly, before taking a swig, moving it around in her mouth and then spitting into the toilet. "So, what's going on with you and this guy?"
"What guy?" Blaine asked, playing dumb.
"Cut the shit." Santana replied with a smirk. "You've been way too happy lately. Plus you didn't come home one night. I can only assume you got it on with someone." Blaine cheeks blushed. "So, what's his name?"
"Kurt." Blaine replied with a sigh.
"And how did you and Kurt meet?" Santana pushed.
"We bumped into each other the day that we went to the fertility clinic. He got my phone and I got his. Then, we saw each other at a bar...and things happen." Santana smirked.
"So instead of going to an appointment to check up on your baby, you went and screwed a stranger?" She asked.
"I-I…" Blaine stuttered.
"Chill B. I'm happy for you. This guy seems really good for you." Santana interjected. "How did he take the whole baby thing?" Blaine looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with her. "You did tell him? Didn't you?" she asked.
"It didn't come up…" Blaine mumbled.
"Blaine!" Santana yelled.
"I don't want to scare him off. We've only been on a few dates and none of them have been very serious. What am I supposed to say? Oh hey, I had a great time tonight and oh by the way, I'm going to be a dad in nine months and if you stay with me, you are too." Blaine defended.
"I still don't think you should lie to him." Santana replied.
"Coming from the Queen of Lies." Blaine scoffed.
'Yeah, but I wouldn't lie about something so serious!" Santana retorted. "B, if you don't tell this guy and he finds out before, he's not going to trust you and that'll ruin your relationship." Blaine sighed and leaned his head into her shoulder. "If this guy truly likes you, everything will be okay when you tell him."
"Thanks San." Blaine replied.
"No problem." She said. "Now, help me up and then get out. I have to pee. I swear since this alien implanted itself, I have to pee almost constantly."
"TMI. San." Blaine replied as he helped her up.
"You know what, just get out!" Santana yelled playfully. Blaine left the bathroom and then retreated back to his room. He had to get ready for work. It was May and school was just about over thankfully. After getting ready, he said goodbye to Santana and headed to work. The day seemed to drag on and on. It was a Monday and everyone was tired, including Blaine. At lunch time, Blaine shuffled down to his classroom and let his head rest on his desk. Any ounce of sleep would be amazing at this point. Sadly, that was interrupt when Blaine's phone went off. He got it out of his desk drawer and looked at it. It was a message from Kurt.
To Blaine: What are you doing tonight, hot stuff?
Blaine smiled and typed back a response.
To Kurt: Nothing, what do you have in mind?
To Blaine: Dinner?
This was actually a good thing. Maybe Santana was right. He should tell Kurt about the baby before they went any further. So, he sent a text message.
To Kurt: With you, anytime. :)
After that Kurt sent back a smiley and Blaine put his phone away because his kids were coming back from lunch. This was a good thing. Blaine was sure of it. When he got home, he set his stuff on the couch.
"Santana?" he called. He walked down the hallway and found her in the bathroom again just as she was standing up from the ground.
"Morning sickness my ass." Santana groaned. "This kid is making me puke all day."
"Aww you called it a kid. You acknowledged it was human." Blaine joked.
"Oh shut up." Santana retorted. "Anyway, why are you home so early?"
"This is the time that school actually lets out." Blaine replied. "But...I have a date with Kurt." he mumbled. "And I'm going to tell him...about the baby."
"Good for you B." Santana replied.
"So, I'm just going to go get changed and then go meet Kurt for dinner." Blaine replied. Santana placed a hand over her mouth as she was about to talk.
"I'm going to go throw up again." She got out before running back into the bathroom. Blaine couldn't help but feel bad for Santana, but he knew that it would get better with time. He went down the hallway to his room where he looked through his closet for the perfect outfit. What outfit do you wear to tell your boyfriend...well, the guy you've been seeing, that you decided you were done with dating so you made your best friend a surrogate and got her pregnant? Blaine truly didn't know. He tried a few different combinations before settling on a pair of black pants and a cream colored button up top with one of his signature bowties. He pulled all the clothing on and then took a look in the mirror. It would have to do. After heading downstairs, he found Santana on the couch.
"I'm heading out. Do you need anything?" Blaine asked. She shook her head.
"No, I'm okay." She replied. "Just go have fun."
"I will." Blaine replied. "I'll see you later." Then, with a wave, Blaine was out the door. He walked down four blocks and made it to, The Palace, which was a pretty fancy restaurant. He walked in and went to the front desk. "My friend made a reservation…ummm." Blaine started. It then occurred to him that he really didn't even know Kurt's last name. How could he tell him he was having a baby without even knowing his last name?
"Blaine!" He heard. He looked over and saw Kurt waving. Blaine let out a sigh of relief and then walked over to the table. He pulled out the chair and then took a seat across from Kurt. "You look nice." Kurt said.
"Oh, thank you." Blaine replied. "You look nice as well." Kurt smiled and then handed him a menu that the waitress had left.
"Have you ever eaten here?" Kurt asked. Blaine shook his head. "Never?" Kurt exclaimed. "This place is like historic."
"With a teacher's salary, I don't get to come to many fancy restaurants." Blaine admitted.
"Oh, you never told me you were a teacher." Kurt replied. "What do you teach?"
"Kindergarten. The kids are just great. I love teaching them." Blaine replied.
"Oh, I've never been one to really get along with kids." Kurt admitted. "I've never babysat or helped at a camp or anything. I don't think kids are really my thing. I'd much rather babysit starving models. They're pretty much like children, but not as gross and sticky."
"Oh," was all Blaine could say. How could he tell Kurt about the baby now when he didn't like children? He'd leave him for sure. But, Blaine couldn't risk it. He had never felt this way about someone before. Something about Kurt was different. They finished their dinner that night and Kurt walked Blaine home.
"Well, here we are." Blaine said.
"I had a great time tonight." Kurt said.
"Me too." Blaine replied. "Well, I better get inside. I've got school to teach in the morning."
"Oh yes, I've got work in the morning too." Kurt added. "Well, goodnight." he added before leaving in and kiss Blaine. Blaine kissed him back, but pulled away soon after and smiled at Kurt before heading into the house. Santana was just where he'd left her.
'So, how did it go?" She asked.
"It didn't…go. San, I can't tell him." Blaine replied.
"What? Why?" She retorted.
"Because, he doesn't like kids." Blaine practically yelled. "He'll leave me for sure and San, I just don't know it I can handle losing him. I know it's only been a few weeks, but I can't help but...just love him. He's so different than anyone I've ever met. San, what am I going to do?"
"Come here." Santana said, motioning for him to come and sit on the couch with her. Blaine slumped over and flopped down on the couch. He leaned his head into Santana's shoulder and she ran her hand through his hair. "We'll figure something out, B. I promise."