AN: Long chapter! Hope you like it :D

Also I just wanted to say thanks to Here's Hoping and NikiGrace for pointing out my punctuation mistakes. Slightly embarassing but I've fixed them now.

Chapter Six

Kurt jaw dropped.

"W-What...?"

The doctor looked flustered, clearly new at this situation. "I'm sorry Kurt; I thought you knew, I assumed that's why you were broug-… Kurt?"

Kurt was gobsmacked, his hand clasped over his mouth, trying to conceal his sobs.

She didn't know what to do, she knew she should stay professional and not get involved, but the boy was clearly distressed.

"Oh, screw it"! she said and pulled Kurt into a hug, shushing and stroking his hair as he wept all over her uniform, until he had no more tears to cry and pulled away. He was still shaking.

How could this happen to me, he thought. I mean, yes, we have done it, it is possible, but I never… thought.

"What am I going to do"? He stuttered, still clutching her hand, "what's Dad going to say, or Finn. Or my boyfriend." The thought of Blaine brought more tears to his eyes. He already had so much to deal with, he really didn't need this. He let them flow down his cheeks, not bothering to wipe them away.

The doctor was also trying not to cry. She pulled out a tissue from her pocket and wiped away his tears, trying to comfort him.

"Listen, honey, it's not the end of the world. You have many options from here, you don't have to have this baby." She hated herself for saying it, but she knew she had to be practical. He looked at her, red rimmed eyes pleading with her to say something that could make it better.

"I'm sure, however, if you choose to keep it, then you'll have many people to support you, like your boyfriend, your friends, and your teacher."

Kurt's head snapped up. "You haven't told Mr Shue, have you? Oh please say you didn't-" he whimpered.

She held his hand tighter.

"No, I haven't Kurt, and I won't if you don't want me to. But you need to tell someone you trust. They can help you through this."

Kurt smiled properly for the first time that day. "Thank you doctor."

She returned the smile. "Please, call me Claire."

"You ready to go now, Kurt?"

Kurt turned around to see Mr Shue, standing in the doorway of his hospital room, with that happy grin from winning nationals still plastered over his face. He nodded and attempted and weak smile back, but he couldn't.

He was only seventeen. A gay seventeen year old living in Lima, Ohio. He couldn't have a baby, he just couldn't. It could get him killed, not to mention Blaine.

The other father of his child.

Wow, saying that's going to take some getting used to.

As he and Mr Shue walked down the busy corridor, Kurt spotted the doctor and walked over, to thank her for her advice. She had stayed with him for another hour going through his options with him, and he was truly grateful. Seeing him walking towards her, her pace quickened and she gave him a tight hug, which he reciprocated.

"Courage" she whispered into his ear. He froze at the familiar phrase, and relaxed. He could get through this, he knew he could. He was Kurt Hummel.

In returning to the hotel, Kurt was bombarded with hugs and smiles from his teammates. He was touched about how concerned they seemed about him, but it frightened him as well. He knew he was going to have to tell them at some point, but how? Would they all be supportive? Sure, they all supported Quinn when she was pregnant, but she was a girl.

After they had asked all their questions, and he had convincingly lied about all of them, they all trooped upstairs to the girls shared room to watch a movie before they went out for the day. Grabbing a spot on one of the beds with Blaine, he waited while they argued about what film to watch. In the end they settled for Harry Potter, and shared out the load of sugary snacks, which Kurt respectfully declined. As the sorting hat was choosing the house for Harry, Kurt turned and looked at Blaine.

His heart stopped. Blaine was leaning of the bed shrieking loudly at some joke with Rachel and Mercedes, clutching a packet of red vines. The bruises on his face were fading. He looked so happy and carefree.

And now Kurt was going to ruin it, to tell him that his childhood was over and he had to become a parent. No, Kurt couldn't do that to Blaine, he loved him too much.

Kurt has seen what have a child does to you. He was around Quinn and Puck throughout Quinn's pregnancy. Every day they got quieter and more reserved. They lost their spark. Even now, they would pass a baby on the street or see one on TV, and Puck would glance at Quinn, only for a second. You could see the mutual look on the faces, whilst thinking about Beth. Worry, fear, sadness. They looked older.

Kurt shook his head; he didn't want that to happen to Blaine.

I'm going to get rid of it, he decided. I won't have to tell anyone. No one will have to find out. Blaine will never know. It'll be the best option for everyone. I'm sure of it.

He had made up his mind.

The streets of New York were busy and crowded, so Mr Shue insisted that they stayed in twos, and would go straight back to the hotel if any of them got separated. Clinging tightly to each other's hands, Kurt and Blaine made their way through the crowds , staying close behind Mike and Tina, who were being even more lovey then usually. Kurt rolled his eyes at his partner, whilst smiling as his thumb traced patterns onto Blaine's wrist. They both knew they could be just as bad on occasion.

As they walked through another busy street, the group found it harder to stick together, and Mr Shue yelled for them to stop at the next shop. Two by two they made their way to go and stand outside Bloomingdales. Doing a quick headcount, all the pairs were accounted for, except for one.

Elbowing through the crowds, Kurt and Blaine attempted to get to their friends, but kept finding them being pushed back again. A group of particularly excitable tourists barged straight through them, separating their hands and causing Kurt to trip over and land heavily to the concrete pavement.

A sharp shoot of pain ran through his back and stomach, causing alarm bells to ring in his head. Was the baby okay? He quickly shook the thought away. What did that matter if he wasn't keeping it? Every attempt he made to get up was foiled and he was pushed back down again by the swarming crowds. So he decided to stay down and wait for crowds to clear. Then he did something he never thought he would do.

He unintentionally placed a protective hand over his stomach.

"Can you MOVE please!"

A booming voice caught his attention, and he looked up to see the crowd part like the red sea, and Finn walking towards him, standing inches taller than any of the onlookers. He quickly whipped his hand away from his stomach, looking guiltily around to see if anyone noticed.

He was lucky Finn was so oblivious. Putting his arm around Finns shoulders, Kurt pulled himself up off the floor and the brothers walked back to the group, as they all looked on in concern.

"Not having the best trip, are you Kurt, my boy?" Artie said jokingly, prodding Kurt in the leg. The latter smiled down at him, silently thanking him for breaking the worried tension.

The chat resumed as normal as they continued walking, keeping Kurt in the middle of the flock to avoid any more injuries. As he conversed with Rachel about the possibility of going to see a Broadway show, Kurt felt a pair of eyes staring at him. He turned around.

Quinn was gaping at him, her eyes transfixed on his stomach. Looking down, he realised his hand was back again, resting casually over him abdomen, just like it was back by Bloomingdales. Cursing himself, he slowly withdrew his hand and turned back to Rachel, who was babbling about going to see Wicked, and the possibility of meeting Kristen Chenoweth.

He better watch out for Quinn. If anyone was going to guess his secret, it would be her.

Kurt felt strange that whole day.

He wasn't sure why. He was going to get rid of the baby, so why did he suddenly feel so dam protective over it. He had known he was pregnant for less than a day, and now it was all he could think about.

Before he knew it, he had declined Blaine's offer of buying him a coffee at one of New Yorks numerous cafes. He could remember the look of shock on Blaine's face. For as long as he had known Kurt, he had never turned down coffee.

But for some reason, unknown to Kurt, he could even look at the coffee shops without feeling guilty. He didn't want to hurt his baby.

It was later at night, and all the guys had snuck into the girls room for a sleepover for the last night of their New York trip, after Mr Shue and Jesse has gone back to their rooms, after checking on both parties. Of course someone, probably puckerman, had managed to score some bottles of vodka, and was passing them around the room. Kurt shook his head as Santana offered him the half empty bottle.

She sighed pityingly. "What's up with you Hummel? Since when did you turn into a wimp, I thought you were the one who turned up to school drunk on a Tuesday and barfed all over Miss Pillsbury's shoes."

They all laughed, reliving the memory, apart from Blaine, Sam and Lauren. They looked shocked and turned to Kurt, obviously wanting details. But Kurt's mind was preoccupied.

Santana had made him think, what WAS wrong with him? He had made up his mind. He wasn't keeping the baby. He was so sure earlier, so why doesn't he feel so now?

This was too much, he felt suffocated.

"I'm going to go to bed, night guys" he blurted out, and ran out of the room, leaving no time for anyone to object. He sped down the corridor, his heart pounding against his chest, and pushed the door open. He didn't bother to lock it after him.

He was alone, in the dark. The feelings were too much; his head felt like it was going to explode. The dam burst, and he slide down, his back against the door. He couldn't stop. He cried and cried and cried.

"Do you think Kurt's okay?" Mike asked worriedly, staring at the door Kurt had ran out 5 minutes ago. He turned to Finn, who had drunk had large majority of the vodka, and didn't look particularly worried.

"Nah, man, he's probably just having a moment, he'll be up in no time"

Mike frowned, that didn't make much sense. He wasn't convinced. He had seen Kurt throw fits before in glee club and this wasn't one of them. His face before he ran out was terrified. Something was definetely wrong with him, and he didn't think it was because of Santana's drunk comment.

Looking around the room, none of the others seemed particularly worried either. He would have expected Blaine to at least care, but he had passed out, lying on one of the beds next to a giggling Rachel Berry.

He couldn't help it; his curiosity got the better of him. Sure, he didn't know Kurt that well, but they were teammates, and teammates stuck to together. Standing up unsteadily, he made his way over to the door and left to the boys' room. No one even noticed he had left. They were playing a riveting game of spin the bottle, and an over exited Quinn was getting ready to throw herself at a terrified looking Artie.

As Mike approached the room, he heard sobbing. Gut wrenching sobs that made him pause in his tracks, then quietly make his way across the hall and place his ear against the boys' room door.

It was definetely Kurt. He sounded close, right next to the door. Mike bit his lip. He didn't know what to do. Heck, he couldn't even handle crying girls, let alone guys. Settling for just listening, he pressed his ear back against the door.

Soft mumbles resonated through the door, so Mike could just make out what he was saying.

"What am I going to do? I don't know what to do" Kurt cried miserably, and gave way to more sobs.

Mike pulled back, confused. What was Kurt talking about? He sounded distraught, in no condition to talk. He contemplated his options, and made his way back to the girls' room, the noise from which was gradually getting louder and louder.

Mike didn't know what was happening with Kurt, but he made his priority to find out.

AN: So there it is. I have never been to New York so I had to search for what shops there were and choose one at random. Also I have no clue what red vines are, but never mind :D