What I Call Life

Disclaimer: I'm not RIB, so I don't own Glee or any of the characters. If I did, I'd be rich and probably not writing fanfiction! This fic is an MPREG fic obviously. Yay! Oh, and the summary's the word-for-word prompt from blangstpromptoftheday (on tumblr - check them out!) Anyway, I own nothing!


It had been over three years since Kurt last dealt with a drunken Blaine Anderson, but despite the long amount of time they'd been separated, he knew damn well what happened when Blaine got drunk. One of those things was, unfortunately, that he would pass out and sleep for quite some time. The first time Kurt ever witnessed it was after Rachel's trainwreck of a houseparty his junior year. Another time was the day after the New Directions' class of 2013 had their graduation party. Both of those instances ended with Blaine getting significantly trashed and then sleeping the day away the following morning, so Kurt should've known it would happen this time around. However, he forgot and found himself being shocked awake by a small finger poking him in his shoulder.

"Hello? Hello Mister?"

Kurt blinked his tired eyes open, cringing against the sunlight that seeped in through the living room window. His head felt like it was full of sand, his neck barely holding it up as he pushed himself into a sitting position and yawned. The poking feeling came back with a vengeance, this time more forceful than the last, and he grumbled out a response that stopped whoever was tapping at him.

"Who are you?"

The voice broke through his thoughts again and Kurt forced his burning eyes open, staring down at the small human who stood before him. Landon was looking up at him, arms curled around Margaret Thatcher dog as he curiously eyed the person sitting on his living room sofa. His curly hair stuck up all over the place, golden-green eyes sparkling as he studied Kurt up and down like he was excited to see a new person in his house. When Kurt was finally awake enough to respond, Landon stepped closer to him, hand stretched out to touch his vest, little fingers trailing along the dark buttons.

"I like your vest."

"Thank you."

"Daddy wears vests sometimes. He has nice vests too. Do you know my daddy?"

"Yes, I do."

"My daddy told me not to talk to strangers, but you know him so it's okay. Are you my daddy's friend?"

"I..." Swallowing heavily, Kurt looked around the room, nervousness bubbling in his stomach as he thought about what he wished he could say. Deep down, he would love to call himself Blaine's friend again, but after what happened between them, he knew it would probably never happen. After the last week, it looked like his dreams of what would happen after he (ever) found Blaine would never come true and while he couldn't blame Blaine for not wanting any of the New York crew back in his life, he still hoped that maybe one day his ex could let them back in. Or at least him, though it seemed highly impossible. "I, uh..."

"Can you make me something to eat?"

The question shocked Kurt enough to make him forget what he was answering. Eyes wide, he glanced down at the small child before him, expression softening when he saw the little boy looking up at him so fondly, trust blooming in those eyes that looked so much like Blaine's. "You want something to eat?"

"Daddy's sleepin' and it's time for breakfast. I'm hungry. Can you make me something?" Landon fidgeted on his feet, tiny toes wiggling as he shuffled back and forth in wait. His actions reminded Kurt of Blaine so much, from the unsettled nature to the way he stared up at the older man with his big doe eyes. The child screamed Blaine from head to toe, but it wasn't until Kurt took too long with his answer that he found himself breathless at the glare he was receiving - because that was his glare. Landon was staring at him, eyes narrowed dangerously as he waited for an answer and Kurt almost choked up at the look before him. Because in that moment, there was no one else in the world that Landon resembled more than him.

"Oh honey, yeah I can cook for you." He finally croaked out, smiling when the toddler grinned back at him, tiny white teeth gleaming in the daylight. "What do you want to eat?"

"Fruit! Daddy gives me fruit and yogurt and it's yummy so I'd like that please!"

So polite, Kurt thought to himself as he pushed his exhausted body off of the sofa. Before he had a chance to take a step forward, Landon reached out and slid his small hand into his, wrapping his tiny fingers around two of Kurt's. The action made every part of Kurt's body lurch with heartbreak, the ache chilling his bones, and he almost broke down then and there, stomach clenching over the thought that this was his son holding his hand, trusting him to make him breakfast while Blaine was finally catching some shut eye. Tears in his eyes, Kurt let the child drag him to the kitchen, sighing shakily when Landon finally let go of his hand and paused in front of the refrigerator.

"Can I have bananas and strawberries and grapes please?"

"Just those three things?" Kurt asked, his voice on the verge of locking up in his tightening throat. His words were shaky, he could hear it when he spoke, but Landon obviously didn't notice, his eyes glancing up in thought as he figured out what else he wanted to eat.

"And maybe some kiwi," he finally added, smiling brightly enough that some of Kurt's nerves calmed down enough for him to open the fridge and get to work. As he dug through the insane amount of fresh veggies and fruits that Blaine had filled their refrigerator with, Landon took a seat at the little kitchen table, his legs swinging while he watched his daddy's friend work. "Do you have kids?"

Kurt paused, pursing his lips together, finally gathering a deep breath to answer with. "Yes. I do. Just one."

"Boy or girl?"

"Boy."

"How old?"

"He's... three."

"Like me! I'm three!" Landon cheered, his smile widening when Kurt turned back to look at him. Tears shimmered in the older man's eyes and he shook his head, fighting hard not to break down in front of the child beside him. In order to keep his mind off things, he immediately went to work cutting up the fruits that Landon specified, peeling the banana first followed by the kiwi before he began chopping them and the strawberries and grapes into bite sized pieces. Fortunately for him, Landon seemed to be done with the twenty-one questions game he'd been playing; the toddler instead wandered out of the room for just a second, coming back with a coloring book that seemed to also double as a learning activity. While Kurt finished making his breakfast, the child traced letters with his crayons, tiny tongue sticking out of the corner of his closed mouth as he wrote with surprising precision.

"You're very good at that," Kurt praised, putting the bowl of chopped fruit in front of his son (it felt weird to think of him that way because he was sure Blaine would never think of Kurt as Landon's father, but just knowing that Landon was his despite Kurt not being there made it feel wrong to not think of him as such.) "Do you and your daddy practice a lot?"

"Yeah. Daddy reads to me every night and we work on letters." He pointed to where Blaine had written out Landon in all capital letters, Landon's shaky writing squiggly but legible beneath it. "It's for when I go to school!"

"You are very smart."

"Thank you. My daddy says too," Landon said with a smile, pushing his coloring book to the side before he yanked his bowl of fruit in front of him. "Can I have a yogurt too? With cinnamon?" When Kurt finally grabbed him a small container of yogurt, Landon thanked him, giggling when the older man accidentally sprinkled way too much spice onto it. "It's okay. I like cinnamon!"

"I bet you do. Your daddy does too."

After that, the talking dwindled, the only sounds made were from Landon as he ate a spoonful of fruit followed by a spoonful of cinnamon doused yogurt. Occasionally he'd hum happily, smiling over at Kurt before he dug back in. After several minutes went by, he finally shoved his bowl away, patting his belly adorably before he glanced at the fridge again. "Can I have a juice?"

"Which one?" Remembering that he saw several varieties of juice boxes on the door of the fridge, he waited until Landon finally chose apple juice before he handed him a box and watched the little boy grab up his coloring book to head back into the living room. A moment later, the tv clicked on to some cartoons, so Kurt went about cleaning up, quietly finishing off the bits of fruit Landon left in the bowl before he washed, dried, and put it away. As he was in the process of tossing out the yogurt cup, a shiver ran down his spine when he heard Landon's voice jabbering to someone that he was sure wasn't Blaine since he didn't hear anyone talking back. Scared, he dashed out of the kitchen, hands slightly sticky from handling the yogurt container, and when he saw Landon sitting on the floor with his cellphone in hand, his heart stopped. "Landon? Who are you talking to?"

"I dunno. Here," the toddler said, holding Kurt's phone up for the man to grab from his hand. Once his fingers were free, the child went back to coloring, tongue back to peeking out of the corner of his mouth as he worked. Kurt panicked, heart racing in his chest as he thought about who Landon could've been talking to. It could've been Rachel... maybe Santana or god forbid Alex! However, when he pressed the phone to his ear, his heartbeat slowed when his dad's voice filtered from the other side.

"Kurt?"

"Dad? Oh thank god."

"Who was that I was just talking to? He said his name was Landon and he said something about Blaine and-"

"It's a long story. Like a really long story. Is there any way I can call you back?"

Burt sighed on the other end, "So I just spoke to a little kid who may or may not have something to do with Blaine, someone with the same name of the fiance you had about three and a half years ago, and you want to call me back later to talk about it?" When Kurt didn't respond, Burt continued, "Are you still in LA? Did you find Blaine there? You've gotta level with me, Kurt, because I haven't heard you talk about Blaine in a long time and-"

"Blaine's here, dad. We ran into him about a week ago and he's got a son... a three year old son."

"A three year old? So what's that mean, bud? Because I'm a little confused here. You guys broke up three years ago and you told me that it was all a misunderstanding but Blaine disappeared and-"

"He's mine, dad. Landon's mine."

"Oh."

"I just... he looks like both of us. He's adorable, dad, and I didn't even know about him. I broke up with Blaine and he was pregnant and I didn't even know. God, he tried to tell me and I ignored him and fuck, there's a little kid in the living room right now who's mine. I just- dad." Kurt's voice cracked as he settled down at the kitchen table, tears blurring his vision while the sounds of Landon singing along to the theme song to Bubble Guppies played on. Everything was surrounding him so fast; all of his regret and disgust with what occurred over the last few years slammed into him like a tidal wave and he wanted to scream and shout. He wanted to throw things and cry, but most of all, he wanted to fix it. Disgusted, he shook his head and swallowed the knot in his throat as he thought about the all-of-a-sudden heavy ring that sat on his finger, the major tie that left him in New York basically. Alex, his fiance, was off doing god knows what in Prague while Kurt was having a major meltdown in Los Angeles and all he really wanted to do was take the damn ring off and chuck it into the Pacific Ocean.

But it wasn't really Alex's fault that Kurt was feeling shitty about any of this. Kurt was the main one at fault here. If he had just kept his cool back then, if he hadn't have been such a jerk three years ago, this all could have been avoided. The little boy in the room next to him would've been his too (not just biologically, but fully his - his son) and the man sleeping off a hangover in a too small toddler sized bed would've been his husband instead of a complete stranger. Gasping, Kurt bit back the sobs that threatened to overpower him and he focused in on his dad's words, the older Hummel's soothing voice bringing him back to the present.

"Breathe kiddo. Don't freak yourself out. Keep breathing." Once it sounded like everything had calmed down, Burt spoke again, his voice tired and thick. "You know I always wondered what happened to Blaine? When you called me that night asking if I'd heard from him, I had no idea what to do. You two broke up and I told myself that I wasn't gonna fly up to NYC and kill him because when you told me, you said you handled it. Then you called me a month later saying he disappeared and you let it go too far and I didn't know what to do. I looked around here. I called his parents and they wouldn't tell me jack shit. I called Cooper and he wouldn't tell me anything either. Now I know he's been in LA, probably this whole time, and he's got my grandson with him? God, Kurt, this news is mindboggling to me, but are you okay?"

"No," Kurt whispered, wiping the wetness from his eyes with the bottom of his hand. He sniffled a bit and settled down, breathing in slow and steady to calm his racing heart. "I thought I was coming here to see Rachel and check out LA. I never imagined this. But... god, I'm glad I found him."

"Is he glad you found him?"

Kurt chuckled bitterly, training his ears back to the living room where he could hear Landon still singing along, his high-pitched voice mixing perfectly with whatever was on tv. Just listening to him made Kurt wonder if he'd grow up to be a singer... much like both of his daddies should have been. "Dad, I... can I call you back later? Blaine's asleep and Landon's watching tv alone and-"

"I understand. I still don't know what's going on over there, kid, but if you need me, you call me, okay? I love you."

"I love you too, dad. So much."

With a few more goodbyes, Kurt hung up the phone and dropped his head into his hands, letting the rest of the tears out before he finally cleaned himself up and wandered back into the living room. Landon was still there, sitting on the sofa with his legs tucked beneath him as his concentration remained on the tv alone. When Kurt sat down next to him, the toddler glanced over, smiling slightly before he scooted his way over, settling down next to Kurt, his tiny head falling over to lean against Kurt's arm. Another shiver ran down Kurt's spine as he took a good look at his son and how much Landon was like the perfect little mixture of him and Blaine. Landon's curly hair was obviously Blaine's, but it mirrored Kurt's shade; his nose and cheeks were dusted with light freckles like both of his daddies, but his fair skin looked like it would burn easily in the sun much like Kurt's. He was thin, but tiny and just looking at his stature reminded Kurt of whenever he would look at childhood photos of himself. He too was tiny for his age and it looked like Landon inherited that too.

"Do you like my daddy?" The little boy finally asked, breaking the silence that had been filling up the room for the last several minutes. Kurt looked down at him, into those earnest honey eyes and he sighed, smiling sweetly at him.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"How do you know my daddy?"

"We... umm, we were friends a long time ago."

"Do you know Auntie Avery?"

"Yes, I do. She's... umm, very nice."

"She's my bestest friend." Landon bounced a little, his hand patting against Kurt's arm as he looked up excitedly. "She gives me presents and we have fun!" The more he talked, the more Kurt noticed that he had a little trouble pronouncing his Rs and Fs, but it was so ridiculously adorable that all Kurt could do was smirk at him as the little boy rambled on and on.

Of course, right as they started to bond a little, a noise from the hallway alerted them both to a presence across the room and they looked up, Landon grinning as Kurt's smile faded away at the sight of his ex staring angrily at him. "Landon," Blaine started, eyes still on Kurt, "why don't you go play for a little bit? Daddy needs to talk with his friend."

"Okay!" Surprisingly without an argument, Landon rushed off, hugging Blaine's leg before he tore down the hall and back into his bedroom, his chatter flowing after him when he finally started to play with his toys. It wasn't until he was gone and busy that Blaine finally acknowledged Kurt vocally, but when he did, it didn't look like things were going to start out pretty.

"You're still here." Not a question.

"I am."

"I woke up thinking... no, hoping that what I had last night was just a nightmare, but then I heard you talking to Landon and I realized that why would I think that was just a dream? I mean, it's not like anything in my life's gone right since I came out of the closet, right?"

"Blaine-"

"At first, I panicked because my son disappeared and I thought that maybe my nightmare had come true and that you waited until I passed out so you could take Landon and run off to New York with your new rich fiance, but then he started talking and I thought thank god he's still here. Then I come down here to see if maybe he's just watching tv by himself but no, you're here. I guess the whole fear thing didn't completely go away - you're still sitting in my living room like you were invited to stay over."

"I thought about leaving, I did... but then I wasn't sure if you'd let me talk to you any other time. Plus, I... kinda fell asleep waiting for you. I thought you'd come back."

"Well, you thought wrong." Grumbling, Blaine took a seat on the recliner next to the sofa, his body sagging into the plush interior as he brought his hands to his temples to rub at the ache within. Kurt watched him sadly, knowing damn well that his ex probably had one hell of a headache (as he usually got with hangovers) but he wasn't sure what to do. Finally, he pounced, praying that his actions wouldn't come across as fake.

"Do you want me to get you something to drink? Like water? And maybe some aspirin?"

"You talk to me like you know what to do when I have a hangover. Newsflash, Kurt... I can take care of myself. I've done it for years, I'm a father, I know what I'm doing. You don't have to baby me."

I was right. He did take it bad. "I know you can take care of yourself. I was just asking-"

"Well don't." The younger man closed his eyes and slumped further into the recliner, a long sigh slipping from his lips as he finally got settled. After a few tense moments passed, he finally opened his eyes and looked over at Kurt, his brows furrowed as he took in his ex's body language. "Well, you wanted to talk, so talk. I'm not entertaining you all day. Lan and I have stuff to do."

Nodding, Kurt linked his fingers together, sucking in a deep breath as he thought about what he was going to say. He knew that most of what he stated wouldn't be taken very lightly by his ex, especially since the Blaine he loved so long ago seemed to have been hardened by his life over here in California. However, he hoped that he could break through a little bit of the rough exterior shell that Blaine encased himself in for his own protection. "Blaine, I... I'm sorry." His words were met with a scoff, as expected. "I know that doesn't mean much, if anything, to you, but I am. I've never been more sorry about anything in my life." He paused, catching his breath again as his nerves caught up with him. "The day I broke up with you was probably one of the dumbest things I've ever done. I... I was so mad that day - at you, at NYADA, at everything. And instead of taking a step back to collect my thoughts, I lashed out at the one person I knew would... god, this sounds so bad... at the one person I knew wouldn't fight back."

Blaine stilled across from him, his nostrils flaring just a bit as he inhaled sharply, but other than that, he didn't budge. Kurt continued, "That day, everybody kept on saying stuff about you and the showcase and how they heard that you were going to break up with me because June said that the only way you'd be a star was if you were single. I- fuck, I know I shouldn't have listened to them; they were the fucking NYADA rumor mill, but all I kept thinking about was how Rachel was getting her big break and so was Mercedes and then I had a chance and instead of choosing me, June chose you and I was so mad."

Still Blaine said nothing, his eyes focusing on the edge of the couch just beyond where Kurt sat. His expression wasn't readable either; Kurt couldn't tell if he was still angry or on the verge of tears, but no matter what, he was quiet. Just quiet.

"I was jealous. It's so dumb, to be jealous of the person you love... but my mind, it just- it kept on screaming at me about you and about everybody else. How no matter what I did, I'd never get chosen for anything. How it was the same way with Tony in high school for West Side Story; how I auditioned for him and you didn't and yet they still wanted you. It just clicked to me that no matter what, we were always going to go against each other and, in my mind, you were always going to win and I was jealous. God, Blaine, I was so jealous. I wasn't even thinking! I was blinded by it! I didn't even think about how there would be roles more accustomed to me than you or how it wasn't your fault that you peaked June's interest. I was... I was so fucking mad that I wasn't thinking.

"Then I heard those rumors and something snapped. I swear to you, something inside me just snapped in half and I kept thinking about how angry I was that she picked you over me. I was mad at myself for bringing you along because if I hadn't, then she would've chosen me, but most of all... I was mad at you. And, god, I had no reason to be. You weren't the one who did it; we talked about it and I told you I was okay and at the time, I thought I was, but then everything kept adding up and I was too jealous of everything and I snapped and I'm sorry!" He bit back a sob, hiccuping over the throb of his chest as he shook his head and let the tears fall. "I let you go for no good reason."

Blaine, heartbreakingly enough, was still dead silent, though the look on his face had now went from blank to completely disgusted, like Kurt's words were getting under his skin, burrowing into his flesh and down into his soul.

"Blaine?"

"You broke up with me because you were jealous? I told June off because I didn't want to end things with you because I loved you and I felt bad that she picked me over you! I came to the school that day to tell you I quit-"

"I know."

"You know? Oh, well... enlighten me!" His words were biting, sarcastic, and they felt like shards of glass against Kurt's heart.

Closing his eyes, Kurt sniffled as the hot tears leaked from the corner of his lashes and spilled down his cheeks. He could picture the moment as if it were yesterday; how he was walking down the halls of NYADA just a week after Blaine disappeared and how he slipped into the bathrooms to collect his composure after someone made a crack about Blaine as he walked by. He wasn't even in the restrooms very long when some of the other guys came in, all of them chatting about Blaine's sudden withdrawal from NYADA. It wasn't until one of them said something about June that Kurt really clued in, his stomach churning with nausea as he listened to the men outside the stall cackle over Blaine's misfortune. At that moment, he learned of it all: how Blaine quit the showcase for Kurt, how Kurt broke his heart, all the things people said and did to him before he left, and then how Blaine went crawling back to June for another chance. By the end, the guys at the sinks were laughing hysterically over what they called Blaine's failure and Kurt, once they left, broke down in the stall, weeping over everything he heard and what he did to add to that. "I heard about it after you left. People were talking-"

"The same people who said I was going to break off our engagement for June? Figures."

"Blaine, I didn't-"

"That's right. You didn't. You didn't listen to me, you didn't give me a chance. You just set your mind to something and went on your merry old way. You didn't even let me have a moment to explain myself. And then... and then you let your friends think I cheated on you again when you know damn well that I would've rather killed myself than hurt you like that again." Finally something in Blaine cracked: his voice, just at the end of that sentence. Tears shimmered in his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. If anything, they were tears of anger and that's what hurt Kurt most of all. Because Blaine wasn't sad about their break-up anymore; he was livid. "You went a whole month without talking to me! You let your guard dogs tear me apart every single time I went near you! You turned our friends against me by letting them think that I hurt you again when in reality, you hurt me! I spent a whole month trying to get you to listen to me! I spent a whole month trying to get everyone to understand things from my point of view and nobody cared. That's all that ever happens when it comes to me-"

"Blaine-"

"I left my family for you, Kurt. My dad kept saying getting engaged at your age is stupid, Blaine. But I didn't listen. I fought for you. I bent over backwards to be with you!" His voice hitched, growing higher in pitch as he got more emotional. "Remember my graduation? My parents didn't even come! They were so pissed off with me for throwing my life away and I told myself that it was their loss because I was going to make something of myself in New York and we were going to get married and be happy and show them that they were wrong! And then one day you get mad at me and break off the engagement and then where was I? Right where my parents said I would be!"

For a second, he paused, head shaking as he looked at his trembling hands. When he glanced back up, Kurt felt his whole body tense with pain. "When I had Landon, the day of his birth... I was alone. Avery was there because she was my nurse, but I didn't know her back then like I do now. Coop was off in Chicago filming a commercial and my parents- my parents didn't even pick up the phone. Cooper called them months before to tell them about me being pregnant and when he mentioned that you and I were broken up, you wanna know what my dad said? That's what he gets. Not poor Blaine, I'm so sorry but... that's what he gets." Finally some tears started to fall, but not because of Kurt... they had nothing to do with him. They were for Landon. "They've never met my son. They never cared. I've got the most perfect little boy in there," he gestured down the hall, "who is their first grandchild and they don't even care... because I fucked up my life and that's what I deserve."

"I'm so-"

"I thought we were okay! After that shooting my senior year, when Becky accidentally dropped her gun? I thought things were finally okay with me and my parents after that. They started coming around. Then I got back with you and things got bad again and while, back then, I would have never blamed anything on you, I can't- now I can't help but wish sometimes that maybe I listened to them about you."

All the air whooshed from Kurt's lungs as he stared up at his ex's face, chest clenching when those soul shattering words slipped from Blaine's mouth. All those years, all that time between them that Kurt so carelessly threw away... he regretted every single bit of it.

Blaine regretted ever doing what he did with Kurt... and it hurt.

"Blaine, god-"

"I don't regret getting Landon out of it. He's the one thing of mine that I know won't hurt me like everyone else has. Maybe when he's older he'll go through that I hate you phase that teens sometimes do, but right now, I'm his world and he's mine and that's all that matters. People come and go, I know that now. But my family's mine forever. Landon's my family. He's all I got. Cooper's here, yeah, but he's not the man I thought he'd be. He's still as self-centered as always. Other than that, that's all the blood family I have."

"B-Blaine." It was pathetic really. Of all the things Kurt wanted to say, to apologize for, all he could really croak out was his ex's name. Blaine was the only word he could muster up, the only one that would break through the knot in his throat, and he hated it. Not because he hated Blaine, but because of how awful he felt in that moment. To know all of Blaine's feelings on the matter - hell, he wasn't even sure if that was everything. Because three long years of bitterness and heartbreak couldn't be summed up in just a few sentences.

Even if one of them basically meant I regret loving you.

Shaking his head, Kurt covered his face with his hands, sobbing into them as he listened to Blaine rise from his chair and pad across the room, his footfalls soft against the plush carpet. For a second, he puttered around a shelf somewhere near the tv and then Kurt felt a weight on his legs, pulling his hands away for just a second to look down and find a large, beautifully decorated book sitting on his lap. On the front was the name Landon spelled in cut-out baby blue letters with white polka dots. Above it sat a grainy black and white photo - an ultrasound of a tiny growing baby.

"A scrapbook?"

Blaine didn't answer, instead he walked towards the doorway, pausing for just a second to take a deep breath before he glanced back at Kurt. "You can leave if you want. Or you can stay and look at that. I really don't care. If you want to know what you missed in his life, it's all in there. Not everything, you can't scrapbook everything, but the big milestones are in it."

"Blaine, I-"

"Don't ask me for anything else. Especially things I can't give you." With that, he disappeared down the hall, Landon's squeals of daddy look filling the air not long after. Once he was alone, Kurt trailed his fingers over the raised lettering on the baby book's cover and he took another trembling breath, shaking his head as he felt the guilt and anguish from this whole situation paint over him. He knew what Blaine meant when he said the things he could not give him - he was meaning Landon and forgiveness.

Just knowing that he'd probably never be forgiven for his one greatest mistake made Kurt's world feel like it was falling apart all over again. And when Landon's giggling traveled back down the hall and reminded Kurt of everything he'd ever done wrong in that situation, he cried a little more, mourning the loss of a family that he stupidly destroyed before they even had a chance to form.


A/N: Thanks so much for the support and kind words last chapter. I really appreciate it. A few of you messaged me about whether or not your reviews came off too harshly for chapter six and for those of you who did, don't fret! The reviews I got that weren't very... umm, nice were deleted and they were from anons so anything constructive criticism based is still there and no, you did not hurt my feelings! Like I said criticism is helpful as long as it isn't mean and everybody was pretty kind with whatever qualms they had. So thanks again for that! Also, I mentioned Blaine's parents in this chapter and while I do believe they are supportive and everything of Blaine in canon, for this I went with the whole 'they ditched him thing' and based it off of their absence at Blaine's graduation. I'm pretty sure they were there offscreen in canon, but for this (and for the blangst) they aren't in the picture. Umm, anyway... now Burt knows (uh oh), Kurt's got the baby book (double uh oh) and there's someone we haven't heard from yet who might make an appearance soon. Any guesses?