Title: Turning Another Page
Characters: Blaine, Kurt
Rating: M
Description: Kurt and Blaine take on a new obstacle in life, but is either one entirely on board to take on their new responsibility? (Based on the film Nine Months starring Hugh Grant and Julianne Moore.)
Warning(s): MPreg
A/N: Thanks for your patience, I wanted to get this *just* right, and hopefully I came close. The plot is thickening, which is all I'm going to say. The next chapter might be a few more days, like this one. I have a few more stories to tend to that I'm neglecting, but this one is still at the forefront of my mind. As usual, don't like, don't read! But if you are liking this story, please continue to review and tell me what you like and DON'T like about it. The feedback means a lot!

The Duane Reade bag swung back against Blaine's leg with each step back to his apartment, his heart beating more and more quickly as his journey became shorter by the minute. Half-way home and Kurt had texted him – Brought home some take-out, didn't feel like cooking. Hope you're feeling better – which only meant that he would be waiting for him when he got back.

He tried to keep his wits about him as he nodded to the doorman and took the stairs to the third floor, his mind wandering to the idea of trekking up these steps with a sore back and swollen ankles. His heart clenched at the thought and he touched his midsection, but he put it behind him as he used the key to unlock the door (one too many times they'd left the door unlocked only to be interrupted by friends barging in without decorum, often times while in rather delicate positions) and stepped in.

The apartment was silent aside from the soft coo of Edith Piaf coming from the stereo. Blaine could just make out the top of Kurt's head from the sofa and smiled to himself as he set down his bag and the Duane Reade sack. Arms wrapped around Kurt from behind as Blaine kissed the side of Kurt's cheek and nuzzled in his nose. Kurt gasped in surprise but laughed as his fingertips touched Kurt's arm.

"God, you scared me."

Blaine let out a soft sound of recognition before he pulled himself away, just as Kurt turned down the music.

"I see that. You've been home long?"

Kurt shrugged a shoulder back and set aside the remote as he closed his book and took off his glasses. "Just under an hour. Couldn't have gotten home quick enough. The Manhattan Society's gala is in two weeks and 500 yards of fabric had to be sacked because of a shipment error." He let out a sigh as he rubbed his eye with the back of his hand.

"Jesus, that sucks," Blaine muttered, apprehensively pulling away his windbreaker as he felt a sweat coming on. "I heard something about take-out. Chinese or Indian this time?" His stomach twisted once more and he blanched, which Kurt soon picked up on as he turned against the sofa and watched his boyfriend. Nonetheless, Blaine was feeling a little peckish, having avoided food most of the way.

"Mmm, Thai. I got you some pad thai. Hey, did you make an appointment to see the doctor?"

Blaine hadn't realized he was pacing until he met Kurt's eyes and stopped. His hands balled up and he nodded once before he crossed his arms.

"Actually, they squeezed me in around four."

"Oh!" Kurt smiled sweetly, turning his head slightly. "How'd it go?"

"Fine, fine, You know, just—" He swung around on the balls of his feet and let out a sigh, his hands dropping from his chest. He couldn't lie and he couldn't dig himself into a hole either. Kurt had to find out sooner or later, and the sooner the better. He was one half of this, after all, and if he couldn't tell him from the get-go, how in the hell would they ever begin to figure this out?

He was silent for longer than he strictly meant to be. So much so that Kurt actually got up off the couch and touched his cheek, looking him square in the eye. His forehead was creased with worry, and damn Blaine's lack of poker face. For all Kurt knew, he could be dying of cancer.

"Blaine, what is it?"

Fingers wrapped around Blaine's as Blaine bowed his head down to the floor, still trying to muster up the courage to tell the man that he loved that they'd slipped up. He took in another deep breath and didn't meet his eyes, his lip catching between his teeth.

"Are you sick?" Kurt pried more, his voice an octave higher. "Whatever it is, we'll… we'll figure it out. We'll get you whatever treatment—we'll—"

"'M pregnant."

And just like that, it was out in the open. Blaine's hands pulled up to press against his cheeks, and before he knew it, there were tears in his eyes once more, tears he hadn't shed since the doctor's office. He hiccupped a small, humorless laugh before he met Kurt's eyes, but Kurt's expression was a blank palette, almost as though he hadn't heard him the first time.

"I'm pregnant," Blaine repeated once more as he bit back down on his bottom lip.

Kurt's mouth fell flat and seemed to lock in place as he took one step back. It was complete and utter silence between the two of them before Blaine spoke up again, his heart quickening and his voice cracking. Although he tried not to jump to conclusions, but he felt as though he was standing on quicksand and sinking quickly.

"I'm sorry, Kurt," he started, his vision swimming with oncoming tears despite his own best wishes. "I know we tried everything not to let this happen. And I should've I known I was, but I didn't—I'd hoped-"

Kurt finally spoke up, his own voice caught in his throat. "How far along? I mean, when did…?

"Five weeks. Our anniversary. I took a test, then the doctor…"

"We used protection." The sound of his own voice surprised Kurt, and letting out a small gasp, he covered his mouth and met Blaine's eyes.

Blaine just shook his head, tears still piercing and threatening to spill. "Not that night. After the picnic, remember? We raced back to the hotel room. We…"

"But what about the… your… Pacronor—is it? Pacro-something."

"It's only 97% effective, Kurt."

"97 percent effective… does that mean that the one time you don't put on a condom it's rendered completely use—" He stopped himself then, his hands falling from his face as he took in a sharp breath. Blaine cowered in smaller and crossed his arms, only to feel Kurt wrap himself around him tightly and bury him closer. "I'm sorry. I'm so s-sorry, that was inappropriate."

Blaine actually snorted as he buried himself in closer, arms wrapping tightly around his boyfriend. "Yeah. Kind of." He hiccupped a small laugh, even if it stung. Kurt just tightened his grip as Blaine's forehead buried into his shoulder, and the silence between them was so thick that it could be cut through with a knife. But finally he felt Kurt's arms pull away, and maybe it wasn't so easy to let go. Maybe he wanted to be held for hours, just to be assured that this was okay. Kurt hadn't left and no one was screaming, so maybe it was? But then again…

"So do you know what you want to do about it? I mean…" Kurt shrugged a shoulder back and fumbled to cross his arms again. Blaine's jaw slacked slightly as he turned his head away, before a hand involuntarily moved to brush back over his flat tummy.

"I, I was going to keep it." He met his gaze once more and visibly bristled, and he maybe he sounded a little dejected. His own voice surprised him, and Kurt seemed to catch on to that as he nodded his head quickly and fumbled awkwardly.

"I mean, of course, I want you to. I just want what's best for you—for us."

"Really?" Blaine's voice perked up a bit as Kurt managed a smile.

"S-Sure…" Kurt's eyes dropped down to the floor before he took in a deep breath. "It's just a lot to take in, you know? I thought we could at least talk it through first."

"Accidents happen, Kurt. And what good would it have done to talk about it first? We were caught in the moment. We were even fair to assume that the Pacronor would work. But it didn't, and now we pretty much have to face the consequences. But Kurt…"

Kurt looked up then at a spot from the floor, having clearly not been listening for the last minute or so. But he offered a smile nonetheless and shifted to rest his weight against the back of the sofa. "Mmm? Blaine?"

Blaine's chest tightened again, but he resiliently continued. "I want the baby. I didn't know if I did at first. At first I panicked, but then I realized—remembered..." Blaine looked back into Kurt's eyes, swallowing back the lump in his throat. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I know it'd be a change, a big change, but we love each other, and we have so much love to give, you know?"

Kurt sucked in a deep breath of hesitation, attempting to find his voice as his eyes stopped to Blaine's midsection and eventually to his piercing gaze.

"Kurt, y-you gotta say something." Blaine's voice caught in his throat once more as he crossed his arms uncomfortably.

"I'm happy," Kurt whispered, and he barely recognized the sound of his own voice. "M happy."

The earth shifted from underneath Blaine's feet and nearly slipped him through an invisible undertow. Seconds before he was explaining how badly he wanted this baby, and now—hell, maybe Kurt was just as long as confused as he was. Maybe he needed a little bit of time to warm up to this or a burst of elation, just as Blaine had.

"You're…" He looked back at Kurt hesitantly, who rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm happy! S'great. Sweetie, I love you. C'mere." Kurt opened his arms for Blaine to step in, and Blaine was more than happy to do so, finally letting out a small laugh as he buried himself back into his shoulder, tears staining his cheeks. Five weeks and his damn hormones were already getting the best of him, but to hear it from Kurt's mouth that this was okay, that they could actually make this work – it was music to his ears and the only confirmation he needed to help him sleep that night.

"R-really?" He asked again, pulling back to meet his boyfriend's eyes.

Kurt let out another surprised laugh and shrugged his shoulders up. "Yeah… yeah! Of course. Just you, me, a baby…"

Blaine dabbed at his own cheek and burst into laughter. "And we won't let it change us. I won't allow it. We'll still be the same us, just… just a family."

"You're crying," Kurt mumbled, brushing his thumb against Blaine's cheek as Blaine let out another shy laugh.

"I've been doing that since the doctor's office." He took a step back and sniffled once more.

"It's okay," Kurt whispered, offering Blaine a small but tight smile and nodding his head. Blaine laughed once more and bobbed his head up and down more confidently, before he took Kurt's hand and pressed it tight against his still flat midsection. Kurt's eyes blew as he let out a small gasp and choked on his own breath. Honestly, none of it seemed real, and as happy as Kurt appeared on the outside, he was a stammering basket case with not the first clue as to what was ahead of him.

"You're, uh, still tiny," Kurt mused, if only to fill the awkward silence as Blaine pressed his fingers into one spot. Blaine let out a quick, short laugh and grinned widely, the laugh lines springing up in all the beautiful places.

"Not for long, I'm afraid." Humming quietly, he wrapped his fingers through Kurt's and swung them back, his eyes locking into his once more as he leaned back on his hips. Kurt simply shrugged back, for lack of a better statement, and let out a nervous laugh.

"Uh, no, I guess not for long, huh?"

If only Blaine could see hear how loudly he was screaming.

Blaine's hands sprung from Kurt's as he took a step back and unlaced his fingers. "Here, I gotta show you something. It's um, the doctor I went to was really good. He really understood a lot about carriers."

Pulling away from Blaine's embrace, Kurt leaned back against the sofa and offered Blaine a pinched smile as he brought a hand up to rub his forehead. "Did he, honey?"

"So much. I can't wait for you to meet him. I really think we should go with him. Will you go with me to my next appointment?" Kurt found himself nodding and let out a small sound of recognition as Blaine fished through his bag, his back turned to his boyfriend as he took out the manila envelope. "These are um, these are from the ultrasound."

He handed Kurt the envelope as he stuffed his hands into his back pockets and watched nervously. Kurt gave a strained smile and peeked into the envelope, and just as Blaine was about to say something, his phone blared from across the room. Blaine was tempted to let it go to voicemail, but his Katy Perry ringtone, which his students (and Kurt) teased him endlessly for, chimed relentlessly from the inside pocket of his bag.

"Hol… hold that thought." He raised a finger and grinned as he sprinted his way over to his phone, actually elated to see Sugar's name on his caller I.D. He picked up the phone quickly and leaned his weight against a chair, his fingers brushing back against his midsection with a new feeling of worth and protection.

"Hey, Sugar. How're you doing? I'm… I'm great actually." He grinned once more, peeking a quick glance back over to Kurt. "Listen, I can't talk long, we're kind of in the middle of—"

Kurt turned his back away from the private conversation and reached into the envelope for the roll of the pictures. Blaine was still talking excitedly over the phone as he pulled them out and squinted slightly, trying to make out the images. To be fair, all he saw was a little white dot at the middle-left hand corner with a blurry smudge off to the side of it, and not much else.

"…Lunch tomorrow? Tomorrow isn't so good. Is next Monday all right? Maybe for dinner? We can always just eat at our place, or yours is fine—oh, ours it is. Sure, you probably could, but I'd have to ask Kurt—"

Kurt hadn't even picked up any of the conversation as he stared back at the photo, his heart rate picking up steadily. Because whether or not it looked like a baby or a worm or a smudge, it had been taken today and it was growing inside of Blaine at an ever steady rate. Soon it would go from a tadpole to a lima bean to a golf ball to a cantaloupe to a living, breathing, crying, eating, pooping human that would rely completely on Blaine and himself for all of its needs. He paled slightly and had barely noticed Blaine hang up the phone and wrap his arms around him from behind, chin resting on his shoulder.

"Pretty cool, huh? Dr. Green was hell bent on giving me an ultrasound. I guess he believed it before I did."

Kurt made a small sound of recognition and nodded his head, still transfixed on the photo. "Who—who was that?"

Blaine turned his head slightly. "Remember Sam and Sugar from the beach?"

A crease formed on Kurt's forehead as he paled slightly. Kurt didn't need to jar his memory either. He'd never forget his massacred hummus and lost desserts. "Those vile people and their obnoxious dog and children?" Blaine made a soft 'tsk' sound and squeezed his boyfriend slightly as Kurt slid the photos back into the envelope. "Sure, what about them?"

"Mmm, be that as you think, I was on the phone with Sugar. Ran into her today at the doctor. She's expecting, too."

Kurt actually scoffed as he turned back to look at Blaine. "She's… what is she a Labrador? How many kids do they have now?"

"Kurt," Blaine let out a muffled laugh against the back of his head and sighed into his shoulder. "It's not our place to judge. She can actually help us out a lot. C'mon, I invited them over for next Monday."

Kurt's eyes widened as he turned in Blaine's arms and faced him. "Here? You invited them here?"

"Well, sure." Blaine flashed a small smile. "I thought we could cook or—"

"Honey, that's the week running up to the big gala." He unconsciously took a hold of Blaine's fingers and gave them a squeeze. "I'm up to my neck in stress. I can't possibly entertain anyone."

Blaine's face slowly fell as he twisted his fingers away. "You… you can't just take one night off? To be fair, we haven't really had an opportunity to see each other much since the Hamptons, and you run yourself so ragged at the line."

"Blaine, I am the line."

"Exactly. You are the line. So give yourself the night off. Please."

Kurt raised a hand and let out a patient sigh. "It's not that simple. You and I both know that. And the damn studio has already been setback a few extra days because of this fabric shortage—" Blaine's head lopped to the side as he crossed his arms, disappointing staring Kurt right in the face before Blaine just had to look away.

"Honey, please don't look at me like that, you know this has been my whole life for… months now. It's the run-up to the event and I… I'm honestly not myself right now. After that, I'm all yours for brunch or dinner or—God knows what."

"You promise?" He met Kurt's eyes once more before they scattered back down to the floor, and he couldn't help but smile as Kurt lifted up his chin slightly.

"If it means that much to you, yes, I promise. But please, real food, not… Buca Di Beppo or Applebees or wherever it is that huge families flock to."

Blaine's smile widened as he lopped his head to the side, and he tried to push down that heightened sense of disappointment. But family equaled sacrifices, and to be fair, the line did mean the world to Kurt. Dinner with Sugar and Sam could always be rescheduled.

"I'll tell them it's a busy week for us, but as for those restaurant choices, I think they've got a hair bit more class and money than that. But I'll ask them if they'll consider. Don't rule out the Olive Garden."

Kurt let out a burst of laughter before he met Blaine's serious gaze once more, and just as he was about to contest, Blaine held up one solitary finger and shook his head. A moment of comfortable silence passed between them once more – no babies, no work, no loud friends, no stress – before Blaine spoke up again, letting out a wistful sigh.

"Just don't miss any of our appointments and we're good to go."

The buds in Kurt's eyes didn't fade as he felt a dull but aching throb at the center of his chest. And offering his boyfriend one last nod, he pulled his arm back in to hug at his shoulders, his lips pressed to his temple. "I'll pencil them in, myself."

And Blaine believed him.