Okay wheee sorry that this took so long to get up at least it's kind of longer than a normal chapter. Props again to Fi for listening to me go on and on about this love you Figgle =-*

Chapter 10

They decide to start telling people now that the Evans' are back. Artie wants them to do most of it together, but the first one he does by himself.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? I'll be right outside either way," Sam says. It's kind of sweet how he worries, especially since Artie's hormones have kicked in and sometimes he has problems getting through sentences.

"Yes Sam, I'll be fine," he assures him. "Ms Pillsbury is used to crying people anyway." He kisses Sam on the cheek. "Go eat your lunch though. I'll come find you."

Sam looks like he wants to stay, but Artie gives him a gentle nudge and Sam leaves. Artie turns towards Ms Pillsbury's door and knocks. She calls him in and he squares his shoulders as he enters.

"Artie!" She sounds surprised. "It isn't like you to make an appointment."

"Yeah well, I wanted to make sure that I had your time. It's really important," Artie says.

A pause stretches on and Artie realizes she's waiting on him. That makes sense.

"Well," Artie starts, thinking he should have talked to his mirror or something to help figure out what to say, "I'm pregnant with Sam's baby."

That's nice. Simple, direct, and for some reason Ms Pillsbury is looking through her desk.

"Here," Ms Pillsbury looks up from her desk and hands him a pamphlet. "You Think You're Pregnant But You Don't Have a Uterus," she reads to him.

"But Ms Pillsbury, I kind of do have a uterus, at least for now," at least Artie thinks he has to have something closeish now.

Another pamphlet: 'You Think You Have a Uterus.'

"Ms Pillsbury please, you have to believe me," Artie can feel tears start to form in his eyes. He's getting frustrated and upset and wow is he glad that these hormones are temporary. "Remember what I told you a couple weeks ago? That Sam and I were dealing with something difficult, but not really bad per se? Well... This is it."

"Pregnancy," she says, still disbelieving.

"Definitely pregnancy," Artie says.

She nods slowly.

"I don't have a pamphlet for that," Ms Pillsbury says. "Not for your situation anyway."

"That's okay," Artie assures her, "We've been doing some research and we have a doctor. We're going for another visit in a couple weeks."

"Do you know what you're going to do with the baby once it is born?" Ms. Pillsbury asks.

This causes Artie to pause. Sam hasn't brought up the subject again, and Artie certainly isn't until they have to. "Sam wants to raise it, somehow."

"And you?" Ms Pillsbury asks.

"I don't know," Artie feels the damn tears start to well up in his eyes and he knows there isn't anything that he can do to keep them from falling. He struggles with his thoughts.

"What would you do, if you could?"

"The same as Sam. Raise the baby with him," Artie's voice is cracking and the tears start to fall.

"Tissue?" She offers him one and he takes the whole box. "And what do you think will happen?"

"Something will go wrong," Artie says softly, "With me. Or Sam. Or us. Or... the baby. All of it will go wrong. How could it not?"

"You don't think there can be a happy ending for you three?" she asks.

"Not really. My parents are bound to kick me out because of an accidental pregnancy caused by experimental drugs! Then there's the whole being male and in a wheelchair and pregnant, and I still have to keep on top of my schoolwork and figure out what to do with this baby when it's born without wrecking Sam or anyone else."

By now, he's crying. Full out crying, and he absolutely hates it.

Ms Pillsbury gets up and crosses over to him. She kneels beside Artie, watching him carefully as she begins to stroke his hair. It makes him shudder a little. His mother has never been a comforter. Ms Pillsbury makes hushing noises in his ear and Artie relaxes as he stops crying. He wipes the tears away with his hand, sniffing a little.

"Pregnancy hormones," Artie says apologetically.

"It's okay, Artie. It's bound to happen," she says. "And while it's good that you don't have out of this world expectations, it's okay to have some. Even if you don't get everything you want, you can still have happiness."

Artie smiles a little and blows his nose loudly. "Thanks Ms Pillsbury. It's just so much."

"Yes it is. But you're not alone. You have Sam and his whole family. And if you need anything, you can call on me, or Coach Bieste too I'm sure."

"You're the first person, other than Sam and his family, that I've told. From now on, it'll be Sam and I doing it together," Artie feels much more in control of himself. "It's just that he doesn't come and see you like I do and I kind of wanted to do a little bit alone."

"Well, I'm very honored," Ms Pillsbury slips a glove on to dispose of his tissue and then tosses the glove in the trash as well. "I have confidence in you, Artie."

The bell chimes for the period to end.

"You come see me whenever you need a place to vent, okay?" she says.

Artie nods. "Thank you."

He pushes himself out. Sam is waiting for him in the hall.

"I just came here when the bell rang," Sam says, raising his hands up in surrender. "I swear that I haven't been waiting. Are you okay?"

"I am. She believes that we can do this, somehow," Artie pulls Sam down for a kiss. "Pregnancy hormones are a pain though."

"Do you still want to go ahead with Glee club today?" Sam asks.

"Tomorrow," Artie says, wearily.

It's too much for him to do in one day.

Sam takes Artie to his house after school and stays for dinner, cringing the whole time. He wants to shake Artie's parents hard, but instead he holds Artie's hand under the table and says everything he can to assure his parents that they're very much in love. Artie looks like he wants to curl up and die, and at the end of the dinner they retreat to his bedroom.

"Come here," Artie says when he's transferred into his bed.

Sam follows and sits next to him, but then Artie tugs him down so they're lying together. "You okay?"

"I guess. Today was tiring. You okay?" Artie asks.

"You're asking me?" Sam raises an eyebrow. "You're the one with a baby in you."

"Sam. You have needs and wants and bad days too. And I know my parents bother you more than me. Just tell me how you're doing okay?" Artie snaps.

"Okay. I'm fine," Sam says quietly.

"I just..." Artie sighs deeply, "I just don't want you to think you're unimportant in this, okay?"

"It's okay. We'll just find a balance. So that I'm not bothering you with every little thing but we can still talk," Sam says, kissing Artie softly.

"So how was your day?" Artie asks as he pulls back.

"Boring. No you at lunch, no rehearsal, no practice," Sam makes a face. "Just class."

"Oh no, you have to go to class at school!" Artie finally smiles at Sam and Sam can't help but grin back. "Well I'm glad you survived that."

"Thank you very much. I did it for your sake," Sam says.

"Was it worth it?" Artie asks with more seriousness than he should be.

Sam pulls him closer to kiss him gently. "Of course."

"I'm afraid I'm not going to be good company tonight. Telling Ms Pillsbury was exhausting," Artie yawns hugely.

"How opposed would your parents be if they woke up and you had a Sam in your bed?"

"How clothed would the Sam in my bed be?"

"Socks off, definitely. Maybe t-shirt or pants off too. Depends on what the Artie wants."

Artie presses against him. "So that would mean no shirt either because I like how your skin feels more than your shirt. Whatever you want on your bottom because I don't care. My parents would probably be overjoyed to see you in the morning though."

"I'll call my parents and tell them I'm staying over. At least with you pregnant my parents don't think I can get in too much trouble," Sam says, getting up to use his cellphone. He watches Artie get changed into his pjs as he talks on the phone with his family. They have him have short little conversations with both of his siblings, so by the time he hangs up, Artie is curled up in bed.

Sam peels his socks off and shirt. For his own comfort, he kicks his jeans off too. By the time that he makes his way back to Artie, his boyfriend is asleep. He smiles when Artie automatically pulls him close.

Artie wakes up slowly. As he wakes up he realizes that the dream he's having that's making him feel safe and warm is real. Sam is wrapped around him. Usually he stays buried under blankets until he has no choice, but most of his blankets have already been replaced by Sam.

He hears the change in Sam's breathing as he wakes up, but still doesn't say anything. Artie likes this little moment of perfection. Sam doesn't move too much either, just starts kissing his hair softly.

"I know you're awake," Sam murmurs. When Artie doesn't say anything, Sam just chuckles and keeps going.

His alarm goes off and Artie turns the awful racket off and turns to face Sam. "I don't think I'm going to be able to go to school today. I've come down with a bad case of some illness and you need to nurse me back to health."

Sam laughs and kisses him. "I would be honored to nurse you back to health, but I've got a big math test today," Artie knows that math is Sam's best subject, other than gym class, "and I need to do well on it."

"Fine," Artie says, pulling himself on top of Sam. He kisses Sam again and sighs softly. "Thanks for staying over. I love waking up like this."

"Me too," Sam agrees. "You're comfy."

"Is it selfish to want to steal you away?" Artie asks in a soft voice.

"I want you to steal me away, so it doesn't matter either way," Sam replies. "And I want to steal you too."

Artie's reply is cut off by his mom knocking on the door. "Artie! If you want me to take you to school you need to get moving."

"I'll take him," Sam calls back.

"Sam?"

"I am."

"And you don't like green eggs and ham," Artie whispers back to him.

"You're welcome to stay for breakfast. We're having waffles."

Artie makes a face. "We never have waffles. Say yes. I love waffles."

"I'd be happy to stay for breakfast," Sam says.

"They'll be ready by the time you get out of the shower," she says and walks away.

Artie gets up and starts getting his clothes together for the day. "I don't think I have any clothes that'll fit you. At least not well."

"I can wear my clothes from yesterday. Are you just keeping me around for the waffles?" Sam asks as he gets up and stretches.

"This is true," Artie says, nodding. "It's why I'm having your baby too. Trap you into a relationship with me so I can have waffles more often."

"I'm totally okay with this," Sam says. "Makes sense to me. If the situations were reversed, I'd do the same thing. Waffles are good."

Artie pulls Sam into his lap, putting his clothes on Sam's lap. Sam opens the door and Artie pushes them across to the bathroom. Artie's mom sees them and smiles.

"I'm waiting for them to admit that they want to adopt you," Artie says, feeling a little bitter, "I'm honestly surprised they haven't already."

Sam doesn't have anything to say to that.

Artie strips down and gets into the shower, beckoning to Sam who strips down too and joins him. He turns the shower on, adjusting the temperature. "Now this is what I'm talking about." Sam's crotch is right at his eye level. This isn't really unusual for them, but usually Sam has a few more layers of clothes on. Plus he has some wicked morning wood right now. He reaches out and grabs Sam's hips, pulling Sam toward him. Artie's mouth is wide open and takes Sam all the way in. Sam makes a surprised noise and nearly falls over before steadying himself and tangling his fingers in Artie's hair.

"Jesus, Artie," Sam whispers.

Artie grins at the noises he keeps making. He can tell that Sam is muffling himself, but Artie kind of wants to hear him yell so he circles a finger closer and closer to his hole until he's close enough to slip one in. The reaction is immediate. Sam yells out and tugs on his hair hard so hard that tears come to his eyes. "Your mouth..."

Artie swallows it when Sam cums, and then Sam gets onto his knees. "I'm hoping that this isn't just so I can wash your hair," he comments as Sam parts his legs. As Sam takes him into his mouth, Artie groans. "I'll wash your hair while you're down there anyway," he says, panting. Despite the fact that Artie is getting harder and harder, he manages to pour shampoo in his hands to start washing Sam's hair. Sam laughs around his cock. "That tickles Sam," Artie says, laughing too.

When Artie does cum, Sam swallows and grins up at him. "Sorry for tickling your cock," he does not sound repentant at all.

"You will be sorry," Artie threatens, continuing to wash Sam's hair roughly.

"I feel like a baby kitten," Sam complains, glaring up at him.

"Does that make me the mommy kitten?"

"Nope," Sam replies quickly. "You're the daddy kitten."

The response makes Artie grin. "Come up here," he says. When Sam is properly situated in his lap, Artie wraps his arms around him. "I love you," Sam kisses him.

"I love you too," Sam says starting to wash Artie's hair.

"That feels so good," Artie says, moaning. Sam has the best hands.

Sam doesn't say anything. He just keeps washing his hair and starts washing the rest of him. Artie is more than willing to let Sam keep touching him. Once Artie is clean, it's Sam's turn. Artie also loves to touch Sam, so he takes extra time to run the washcloth over Sam's abs and back. "You're gorgeous, Sam."

"Oh stop it," he protests.

"Nope," Artie says, pulling him back into his lap now that he's clean. "You're gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. My beautiful Sammy." He kissed Sam's shoulder. "But unfortunately we can't go eat waffles naked," Artie reluctantly turns the water off, but rests his head on Sam's shoulder. "We're going to tell the rest of the glee club today, right?"

"If you're ready, then yeah," Sam says. "If you're not, then we can wait a little bit. Not too long though."

"Then we're telling the rest of the glee club today," Artie decides. "You can talk and I'll be your gorgeous pregnant boyfriend whom everyone is jealous of," there's a pause. "Or I'll talk and you'll be my gorgeous un-pregnant boyfriend whom everyone is jealous of," there's another pause. "Everyone should just be jealous of the both of us." That satisfies him. Sam too, judging from his smile

They get dressed and Artie smiles at the smell of pancakes wafting in from the kitchen. He follows the smell over to their dining room, where his father and mother are sitting and eating their food. Bizarre because they never eat together, yet expected because Sam.

"Sam!" his mother says excitedly, "How nice to see you this morning."

"It's nice to be here," Sam says, rubbing Artie's shoulder. Artie looks up at Sam and grabs his hand. He likes being able to touch Sam wherever he wants in his house without worrying about anyone's reactions. It's nice that his parents aren't homophobes. Just Artie-phobes.

"You're always welcome here. Come on, sit down, we've made you waffles," Artie's dad says.

Sam sits down and Artie rolls up in his usual spot. Artie piles the waffles on his plate, while Sam gets a couple waffles of his own.

"Come on now, Artie, make sure to leave a couple for Sam!" his mom says. "A growing young man needs his food after all."

"It's fine, Mrs Abrams, really," Sam says, "Artie's a growing young man too." He looks over at Artie and grins. "I mean he's practically eating for two!" Artie practically spits out the bite of waffle he's eating. Oh geez, his boyfriend.

"Well, if you insist," his mom says, looking over at Artie as if she was wondering what he had done to get Sam to offer the waffles. Artie doesn't want to tell her quite yet that it involved sex and pregnancy, so he just munches his waffles extra loudly in her direction.

Breakfast proceeds much in that fashion- One of Artie's parents says something, Sam says something nice about Artie, and Artie grins smugly at them while also smiling at Sam like they're the happy couple they are. Artie knows that he's the happiest person in the house when breakfast is over. His stomach is full of yummy waffles and he's listened to his Sammy say all kinds of nice things about him.

"Goodbye Sam!" his mother calls out as they head out to Sam's car. "And you too, Artie!"

"Wow, you need to stay over more often," Artie says wryly as they get into the car. "The more you're around the more they have to pretend they care."

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