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New Day

Chapter 4

Burt stepped back, when Blaine gasped a moan and curled into a foetal position, protectively wrapping his arms around his swollen...baby bump?

They were halfway to the hospital, when Blaine woke up, terrified and completely disoriented.

It took him a moment to recollect, what had just gone down. But, when Burt mentioned getting him to the emergency room, Blaine got so worked up , that Finn had to pull up to get him to calm down, both the men had to solemnly swear to take Blaine back home.

Blaine seemed to be breathing ok, so Burt gave in, coz frankly speaking, he had no idea how to explain this particular situation to anyone without sounding stark raving mad.

So they drove straight home.

Carole had been jolted awake, from the sound of a crashing trash can followed by Finn cursing, from the sound of it, Burt was outside too, and then the car started. She had just crashed after night duty and couldn't bring herself to get up to investigate. But when the boys didn't return after an hour she started worrying.

She was in the hall when Finn entered carrying Blaine, who was still pretty out of it.

"Burt! Where were you guy? I was so worried, is that...is that Blaine?...why are you dripping?" Carole asked, as Finn wordlessly carried Blaine up to Kurt's room and laid him down.

"I am sorry honey! I was up all night...long story... I think Blaine tried to ...drown himself"

"What! Oh my God, Burt. We need to call the cops, his parents!"

"Sweet heart, I think the situation here is a little more complicated, you need to see this."

Burt carefully lowered the sheet form over Blaine's torso, revealing his belly.

Burt and Finn watched on, as Carole just stood there frozen, with her hands covering her mouth.

Finn incoherent mumble about Species and alien invasions finally zapped her out, and her nurses training kicked in. Ordering Burt and Finn out. She very carefully examined Blaine from head to toe, checking for injuries along his scalp, ribs etc. Then she palpitated the belly with sturdy, experienced hands, making Blaine groan in discomfort, she sat next to him and pulled the sheets back up, as he tried to shift his ungainly body, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

Blaine sat up, pulling his knees as close to his chest as he could, when Carole opened the door for Burt.

Awkward silence hung heavy in the room. Burt knew he'd have to be the one to break it.

"Ok kid! I've been thinking very hard about this, but I've come to the conclusion, that there is really no delicate way to put it. So, I am just going to come out and say it. Blaine! Are you pregnant?"

The boy seemed to curl even tighter into himself, as he nodded his answer.

Burt couldn't stop the curse, which tumbled out of his lips when he heard this confirmation. Blaine winced, and Burt immediately regretted it.

He sat down on a chair and looked into Carole teary eyes, looking for support, comfort, and maybe strength. He knew who the baby's father...other father was. But he needed to hear it from Blaine.

"Blaine ...is Kurt ...the...the other father?"

Blaine looked up, and the answer was plain in the hazel depths. He barely managed to choke back a sob and let out a breathy "yes" before his courage gave way. He couldn't look up ...to see the disgust in their eyes too...he couldn't... He just buried his head in his knees and curled his arms over his head, like he wanted to coil into himself and vanish into a the elements.

But, the disgust never came. Burt and Carole were somehow not grossed out. They were hugging him, consoling him in their own respective gruff or soothing way.

He was not alone.

Everything moved swiftly from then on, Carole sent Finn to get glucose and an IV set, carefully instructing him what to say at the medical store.

Burt and Carole called Kurt and very casually asked him to come home. His inquiries about ill health were brushed away, while making it abundantly clear that he needed to be home ASAP.

When Finn returned, Blaine was fed some homemade chicken soup, the IV drip was set up for good measure and the poor boy was allowed to sleep.

When Carole finally made it down, Burt was already online trying to get as much information as possible. They spent the day searching the net, made a few discreet phone calls. And pieced together some snippets of information they found from mostly unreliable sources.

Kurt reached home quiet late at night. He was surprised to see all three members of his family sitting in the hall, waiting for him. Carole greeted him with a hug. As did Finn and Burt. But something was definitely off.

While Carole left to get him something to drink, Burt sat him down.

"What happened dad? You're really freaking me out."

"Mmm...Kurt ...it's about Blaine"

Kurt eyes widened as sudden terror hit him head on. His heart pounding as if preparing to simply quit. He couldn't help the tears that slid down his cheek.

"No...no... he's alive isn't he? Daddy? He's alive! Say yes! please dad!"

"He's alive Kurt. In fact he's upstairs in your room."

"Kurt stop! you really need to hear this before you go up to him, Blaine is ... he's not in a good condition. Carole! Help me out here"

Sudden relief, made Kurt so jittery, it made his legs shake as he returned to the couch.

How stupid of him to have broken up with Blaine. He had regretted his decision every second of every hour of the day for the last five months.

He had hated that Mr Anderson had said, that he owed Blaine a chance to reach the heights; he could reach, unencumbered with a 'lima loser' like Kurt as Mr. Anderson had classily named him.

It was true, though. Blaine kept giving up brilliant opportunities to be with him. He would eventually realise the sacrifices he had made and figure out, that Kurt wasn't worth it. And then he would resent Kurt for causing him to make such irreparable damage to his career.

The loving thing would indeed be to let him go, to set him free, to at least make these vital choices with a clear head. If Blaine still chooses Julliard over Harvard without Kurt in the picture, he would have his answer.

Screw the answer... he loved Blaine, if he chose Harvard, then he would follow him there instead, they could go anywhere as long as both of them were alive and well.

"Sweety? Kurt are you listening?"

"What? yeh am sorry"

"Ok! So honey! You know how you and Blaine were sexually active about 5 months ago"

Kurt was not surprised they knew, still he couldn't stop the beet red blush, as he accepted this fact it in front of his dad.

"See sweety! It seems...well...you see"

"Dude he's pregnant" Finn just burst out.

"Finn!" "Come on son!"

"What are you guys talking about? Is this some kind of grand punked kind of jokes, coz seriously guys this is in really bad taste."

"It's a genetic mutation, a part of evolution I guess...it is supposed to be an urban legend. During WWII they were conducting, brutal experiments on prisoners of war. They were apparently, hunting down individuals, families, tribes, who had almost superhuman immune systems, something which would be invaluable in a time, when most soldiers lost their lives to injury related infections rather than life threatening wounds themselves.

Some male test subjects had a vestigial uterus, ovary and a birth canal, which opened in an evolved rectum, with strong vagina like muscles, which dilated during delivery. Their super human immunity was simply a result of their altered anatomy. They needed it, to keep the uterus from becoming fatally infected.

When these test subjects were 'rescued' they were declared as abominations and promptly shot dead. Maybe some children survived and evolved and passed on their genes on to other generations."

Kurt was as ready for a good laugh as the next person, but seriously, this was too much.

"Carole are you telling me...that Blaine is upstairs right now...pregnant...with...our child."

"Kurt" Carole pinched the bridge of her nose "just...when you go up there, do not say anything hurtful...I know it's impossible to take this in...all at once...believe me, we saw ...and even we find it impossible to believe...just don't go up there if you feel you can't...that kid is feeling plenty lost and lonely as it is...he...he tried to kill himself Kurt...he doesn't need any more hate."

Kurt silently got up and made his way up the stairs, slowly repeating the entire conversation in his head. Carole was right, it really was too much.

But, he loved Blaine, with all his heart and soul. whatever the hell was happening, Blaine was on the other side of his door and he needed his help. He could deal with pretty much everything else as long as they were together.

Kurt squared his shoulders, turned the knob and entered the room.

Its gonna be all better I promise...next ch Blaine recalls the conception, itsy bitsy smutty? what do you think? lemme know