Blaine wakes up, disoriented by the body laying next to his own. It takes him a minute to remember why Kurt had decided to stay overnight, and when he remembers, he is again filled with an overwhelming amount of joy.
He glances over at Kurt's sleeping form, trying to picture what it would look like in a few months. He smiles gleefully before throwing back the sheets and getting out of bed.
He fidgets with a yellow bow tie, trying to contain his excitement, reminding himself that it still had to be a secret; school would be hell.
He stops in the doorway of his tiny bedroom. Kurt is still sleeping soundly, his hands holding onto the blankets. Blaine forces back a laugh.
He walks into the kitchen, grabs a napkin and scribbles a note, leaving it on the counter.
Blaine slips through the front door, locking it behind him. He drives to McKinley, his mind on autopilot. Being away from Kurt right now feels strange; Blaine should be with him.
He walks into the school, immediately overwhelmed with questions and unable to give answers. Again, he finds himself wishing that Kurt was there, to stand by his side and answer questions he doesn't feel like he can.
In the heat of their excitement, they had not talked about how the things would go the following day, how they would deal with questions and skirt around the truth. As much as Blaine wanted to tell people, he enjoyed knowing that it was a secret. He liked knowing that he was the only other person, apart from Kurt who knew about the baby.
He thinks that when people find out, it won't be as special.
And he supposes that would be true. He doesn't want people ogling.
Shaking his head, he tells his friends that it's nothing; Kurt had just wanted to visit, but he can tell they don't believe him.
He goes through the day, not talking much to anyone, afraid he might say something he shouldn't, because, honestly, he doesn't quit trust himself. He sighs, wishing Kurt could be there; Kurt always made him stronger.
He furrows his eyebrows. Why am I making this so complicated? he asks himself. It isn't complicated, he knows, but maybe making it more complicated makes it more exciting. Secret keeping on top of everything else? Blaine couldn't think of anything better than that.
He sits by himself at lunch, avoids the gazes of his friends, three tables away. He pretends not to notice them watching him, pretends not to hear the whispers.
He ignores it as best he can, and texts Kurt whenever he has a free moment. He grins at his phone and wonders briefly if this high is ever going to wear off.
A/N: my writer's block for this chapter was terrible, and then school started getting in the way, so there wasn't time anyways. I have the next couple of chapters written out and they should be up in a day or two.
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