I'm so sorry for the delay in updating, I've been super busy, and haven't really found the time to write to anything new. Please accept my heartfelt apologies. By the way, I own nothing.
Enjoy! :)
''… three, two, one. Ready or not, here I come!'' Blaine's voice rings out through the silent apartment.
''Lia? Lia, where are you?'' he questions the empty air.
A wide grin spreads across his face as the infectious giggles of a three-year old emanate from the back of the couch followed by a low shhhh coming from the other person hiding.
Blaine's grin stays in place as he creeps silently to the couch, pausing for just an instant before jumping behind it, yelling out ''I found you!''
Alia's chant of ''Papa! Papa! Papa!'' As she holds tight to Kurt's neck while he propels them away from Blaine are enough to cause any person with a working heart to smile, but the laughter and love shinning in his family's eyes truly make Blaine feel as if he had just climbed the highest mountain. Cheesy yah, but still true none the less.
''It's okay Lia, I won't let Daddy get us.'' Kurt's laughter joins their daughters giggles as Blaine chases after the two, following the pair into what can only be the little girls room. There's a small toddler bed in the corner with a princess canopy overhead, and a trail of toys leading up to the pink toy-box.
A gold band on Kurt's ring finger catches Blaine's attention, and a wave of realization washes over him. He Kurt are married! Blaine's grin widens impossibly, and the new realization is enough to distract him from noticing the little toy doll in his path before it's too late. Blaine trips over the innocent pink doll, and crashes to the floor in a heap of flailing limbs. He stays on the floor, lying on his back, and gasping for the breath he lost from the fall. The white ceiling swirl dizzily in Blaine's line of sight before Kurt's beautiful face cuts into view.
''Blaine are you okay?''
Blaine nods, and closes his eyes, letting his head drop onto the ,thankfully, carpeted floor.
''Blaine? Blaine?'' He knows it's Kurt's voice, but it sounds different now, distorted, as if coming through a long tunnel. Loud enough to hear, but still slightly muffled.
A gentle shake of his shoulder accompanied by Kurt's voice pulls Blaine out of his thoughts.
''Blaine, wake up sleepy head.''
Blaine opens his eyes, and blinks up at the person standing over him. He's still lying on his back, Kurt's still the person standing over him, and they're still in the apartment. However, Blaine is not lying on the floor gasping for breath, they are not in a little girl's, their little girl's, room, and, most importantly, there is no little girl to be found anywhere near them. Not even a trace of her.
It was all a dream.
Blaine sighs wearily, knowing that the feelings rising within him for the brunette haired man gazing at him concern can't end in anything but disaster. Kurt might not even be gay, and Blaine is currently pregnant with another man's baby.
''Blaine, are you okay?'' Kurt's voice is soft, and his gaze full of worry and concern.
Blaine sits up, and tries to arrange his features in anything except the crushing sadness he feels inside that it was all just a dream. Nothing else.
''Yeah, I'm fi-''
But he cuts himself off mid word because he can feel it. It's like a sharp punch to the gut, and a sensation of ice water running through his veins. His stomach muscles clench as he bolts off the couch, pushes Kurt out of the way, and runs to the bathroom. Blaine throws himself on the floor next to the toilet, ignoring the explosion of pain in his knees as they meet the hard tile, and lurches forward to wretch violently into the bowl. Tears make tracks down his cheek, and he winces from the sting of the acid.
Several minutes pass this way, and he doesn't notice Kurt enter until there's a hand stroking reassuring circles on his back. Kurt murmurs his reassurance, and runs a soothing hand through Blaine's silky curls. After a few minutes, it's over. Blaine slouches down next to the toilet, and rests his forehead against the blissfully cold edge of the bathtub. Kurt's hands don't stop as they caress, and reassure Blaine in soothing circles and soft strokes.
Blaine hates morning sickness.
Eventually, Kurt tugs Blaine into a standing position, and guides him back out to the couch, keeping one hand on the small of Blaine's back to make sure he doesn't fall over. Once Blaine is settled on the couch, Kurt goes into the Kitchen, presumably to get Blaine a glass of water.
While Kurt's gone, Blaine's mind works a mile a minute. He's pregnant. Kurt probably won't take no for an answer on the issue of Blaine staying there, but Kurt doesn't know that Blaine's pregnant. Or even gay for that matter. While Blaine would love nothing more than to stay with Kurt, he has to be honest. He has to tell Kurt about the baby. Even if it does ultimately result in Blaine having to live on the streets again.
With his mind made up, Blaine reaches over to grab his bag off the coffee table, and rifles through it for the medical papers and pamphlets the doctors had given him regarding his 'condition'.
Kurt comes back in, carrying a tray laden with soup and ginger ale. He quietly sets the tray next on the coffee table before turning to study Blaine.
''I hope the soups ok. I usually make it homemade, but I didn't exactly have time, so Campbell's will have to do.''
''It's fine, thank you.'' Blaine doesn't know how he manages to keep his voice even, but he does.
Kurt nods, and says, ''Well, if there's anything else you want, let me know.''
Kurt turns back in the direction of the kitchen, but stops at the sound of Blaine's voice.
''Actually, Kurt, there is one thing.''
Well, that's all you get. I really love Charles Dickens for inventing the cliff hanger, or at least the phrase.
Hopefully, updates will be more regular now that my life has settled down.
Hours to right, seconds to review ;)
