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Oooohh…Kurt and Blaine discuss something important in the final part of this chapter…if you have any suggestions, ideas of your own, do tell me, either by message or review! :D I'll underline it, so you know what I'm on about. I have some ideas-but I'd love you all to have a say too :D Yay! I'm excited :D

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Could you pick me up from school at about half past twelve? You told them you've got a medical appointment, right? Kxxxxxxxxxxxx

Yes, I most certainly can, and yes, I did. So did you? Bxxxxxxxxxxxx

Yes, but it's not a lie for me :P You're practically truanting…:P Kxxxxxxxxxxxx

To be there to make sure my boyfriend and our baby are okay? It's not exactly a crime…:P Bxxxxxxxxxxxx

I can't believe we're joking about this…I'm nervous Kxxxxxxxxxxxx

Everything will be fine Bxxxxxxxxxxxx

You've been saying that a lot lately…I hope you're right, honey Kxxxxxxxxxxxx

Kurt sent the last message-then dropped his head onto his arms on the table and groaned.

It had been a long few weeks.

Firstly-they still had not told another soul. Even now, three months in, only Kurt, Blaine and Carole knew of this baby's existence. Secondly-the vomiting had got worse, rather than better. He'd sort of mastered doing it quietly and neatly-but it didn't seem to be slowing, or coming to a stop. And it was still no more pleasant. And thirdly-he swore his jeans were getting tighter. This morning-he'd had to pull hard to do them up. Stood in his bedroom, with Finn singing in the shower in the background, he'd stared and stared in the mirror, a look of horror on his face. Nothing was showing…but now-he knew it would not be long.

What then?

"Alright, honey?" Carole slipped into the kitchen behind him and patted his back comfortingly. Kurt nodded stiffly, sitting up. Sighing, Carole leaned her head on his sympathetically. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine,"

Kurt sniffed. "People have been saying that so much lately…"

Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking it out, he couldn't help but smile as he realised who it was from.

Me too…see you in a few hours. Take care of yourself Bxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Reading it, it was still a comfort to know that Blaine was in this with him.

"Got enough kisses there?" Carole snickered. Kurt gave her evils-but she still laughed fondly. "Awh, to be young and in love…Want me to come with you this afternoon?"

Kurt didn't know what to say. Yes, he wanted her. She knew about these things-and she'd been with him from the very start. And, to be honest-it would be nice to have an adult there. But…he kind of wanted this to be between he and Blaine…

"I understand if you just want Blaine," she said, in a professional way, like she'd read his mind. "This is your baby after all,"

"…Thank you," he murmured-God, Carole was amazing. "But-" Nerves got the better of him. "When we're there…can you…wait outside? Please?"

Carole smiled. "Of course, honey,"

Nervous was one word. In amongst the now practically joy at knowing this baby of his and Blaine's existed-there had always been a nagging feeling at the back of his mind…like his own personal Voice of Doom. Kurt's Voice of Doom was always there. It had taken up residence in his brain when he was about eight years old, when he'd lost his mom-and realised that life was not the easy, peaches-and-cream he'd thought it. Normally-whenever there was a good thing in Kurt's life-something was always there to overshadow it. Something dark, black, forbidding. Something always went wrong. Always.

There were so many risks with this pregnancy. So much could go wrong…He knew, even though he was officially past the first trimester now with seemingly nothing happening-there were still a whole six months to go…and so much could happen in six months…

If anything happened to this baby, he didn't know what he'd do.

"Hey! Fag!"

Kurt stopped dead in his tracks. That word, that had been thrown at him so many times-still stuck like a knife. Clutching tight to the leather strap of his bag, he slowly turned around to see who had shouted the insult-and his worst fears were confirmed. Stood at the other end of the now almost deserted corridor, as the bell had already rang for third period, were two red-jacketed, six-foot, burly jocks, with hands like huge spades and massive trainers like boats. And, through the small, narrowed eyes in their thick-set heads, they were glaring straight at him.

He knew how this went.

Oh God.

By arriving slightly early or late to class, hiding in the corridors, travelling in a pack of friends-Kurt had just avoided this type of confrontation for the last month, by the leather of his designer shoes. But now-quickly, Kurt tried to escape-

But suddenly, yet another gigantic, muscled jock appeared from the other side, so wide, he almost filled the corridor. There was a sadistic grin on his face.

"You move, I mess you up worse, geddit?"

What good grammar. But Kurt tensed horribly, dread coursing through his veins like icy water. These two, thick and incapable of standard speech as they were-clearly were here for one thing. Violence. Kurt was trapped like a rabbit.

Instinctively, Kurt's arms folded over his stomach, as he had to stop.

Trying to hold his head high, his old trick to try to show they couldn't scare him-he waited for them to approach. Oh shit, what the hell was he going to do? The foul words could be blocked out, the insults defiantly brushed off. But the punches, the kicks, the locker slams, everything else…they left him bruised-but what would they do to a poor, little, fragile, delicate baby? Kurt actually gasped out loud as he thought…

"Scared, homo? Fwightened?" One jock with spiked-up blonde hair mocked his high-pitched, well-spoken tone.

"Awh, lookie, he's gone all pale," another with a big, ugly scar sneered. "Matches his girl's scarf,"

"No, he's always that pale," the last derided. This was the tallest-and the stupidest-with arms like cannon balls and the cruellest eyes. The only one Kurt had encountered before…"Probably barely sees the sun-too busy with his boyfriend,"

Kurt's throat had clogged up. He couldn't speak. But-an angry shot of fire zapped through him as they mentioned Blaine.

"He actually has a boyfriend?" Scarface's eyebrows raised. "Shit, is there another fag around here?"

"No-he goes to that private school-Dalton?"

"Well, that's hardly shocking-everyone there is freaking gay," Scarface was now eying Kurt with even more hatred. "They're all guys, aren't they?"

Kurt sniffed. Just because it was a single sex school, that meant they were all gay…but he had bigger things to worry about now. He jumped a mile as the blonde one cracked his knuckles. Oh God, please, don't, please, don't…

"Anything to say for yourself?" The biggest one clapped his hands together, making a noise like thunder directly overhead, suddenly directly addressing Kurt, having talked as if he wasn't there until now.

He kept silent. If he didn't make them angry…

"Well?"

Scarface suddenly came right up close to him, spraying his face with spit. He leapt backwards-but only just about avoided colliding with the blonde one. He was completely trapped. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God…

"Enough chit chat!" the biggest one commanded, voice like a death toll…

But Kurt thought no more as a fist suddenly slammed into his face. A burning pain shot to his cheek, which felt as if it had been ripped apart…there was something wet dripping onto his lip…He noticed the huge ring on Scarface's hand, and whimpered. But thank God it was only his face…

"Right!" The blonde one suddenly took him roughly by the shoulders. Kurt was so scared, his heart racing faster than it ever had before, arms still clasped protectively over his abdomen, paralysed with fear, helplessly unable to move from the jock's iron grip, as the jock stared at him with loathing and intending sadism for a moment. Then-

"Hey!"

Just as he was about to slam Kurt forcefully into a locker-a voice like a foghorn rang through the hall behind them, echoing off the walls.

"Why the hell aren't you little bastards in class?" Sue Sylvester came striding up the corridor, as if she owned the place, glaring at the jocks as if they were gum on her shoe. Without warning-they froze on the spot, still grasping Kurt's shoulder painfully. "Hey-" She stopped suddenly as she saw Kurt on the verge of a locker slam. "Didn't anyone tell you never to hit a girl?"

Kurt had never in his life been more relieved to be bullied by the cheerleading coach.

"Put Porcelain down, and pick on someone your own size-and mental capacity! Now, get your asses to class before I shove your basket ball up them!"

Dropping Kurt, the three jocks scattered, and ran off, tails between their legs, as if they'd been commanded by Lord Voldemort or someone. Sue Sylvester-the most terrifying woman on the planet-had just saved his ass. And, quite possibly-his baby's life.

Breathing out heavily, Kurt couldn't believe it. His heart was still racing like hell… "Thank you, Miss Sylvester!" he gasped out.

The coach sniffed. "Don't thank me, sweet, sweet Porcelain. Much as I'd love to see a Glee club kid get squished like a hedgehog-I look out for my Cheerios. Even the ex ones,"

Kurt breathed out again-there seemed to be a lot of repressed air in his lungs. He still couldn't believe his luck…thank God nothing had hurt the baby…

"Speaking of ex-Cheerios…any chance you want your place back on the team? Apparently they like controversy at Nationals nowadays, and having a gay countertenor on the squad-"

"I'm sorry, Miss Sylvester, I don't think I can," he said quickly, remembering what had happened to Quinn.

Sue actually looked insulted. Obviously, places on the Cheerios were not often turned down, and she looked quite shocked. Then-her face turned into a sneer. "You just made yourself a very powerful enemy, Fairy Princess…"

With a loud, violent click of trainers, Miss Sylvester was gone. Kurt watched her, still catching his breath, and contemplating her weirdness and constant split personality over the Glee club…

"Hey, Kurt-oh my God, what the hell happened to your face!"

Blaine leapt out of the car and shot up to him across the school parking lot, still in his Dalton uniform, face full of concern and fear. Although Kurt had cleaned it up-there was still a long, jagged mark in his cheek where the ring had struck.

"It's nothing," Kurt said quickly, not wanting a fuss. "Come on, let's get there. We'll be late,"

"No, Kurt," Blaine gently touched the mark, looking shocked. His mind worked under his perfect hair… "…Did someone do this to you, Kurt?" he asked urgently.

"It's nothing!" Kurt was keen to leave as fast as possible. "Come on-"

"Did someone hurt you, Kurt?" Blaine's tone was deadly serious and stern-but a new kind of worry was creeping in. "Kurt, did someone-"

"Okay! Okay, somebody-"

Blaine gasped, eyes immediately flicking fearfully down to Kurt's lower abdomen.

"-but it was only the face! Just the face!" Kurt took his hand, looking anxiously at his watch, and lead him firmly back toward the car. "Nothing to worry about,"

"A-are you sure?" Blaine asked, unconvinced.

"Yes! Do you honestly think I'd put the baby at risk by not telling anyone if something had endangered or possibly hurt it?" Kurt looked hard at his boyfriend, still leading him back to the car.

Blaine paused…then became deadly serious again. "Who the hell hurt you?" His voice sounded almost murderous. Kurt actually felt a little scared.

"It doesn't matter, some jock! Look, come on, let's just worry about-" "You're not safe here, Kurt,"

Kurt abruptly halted, turning around on his heel. "What?"

Blaine wasn't looking at him. He looked at the grey car park gravel beneath their feet, as if staring to the centre of the Earth, all the way to China. "I knew you weren't safe here…neither of you…"

"What are you talking about-? Look, we're going to be late. Carole will be waiting,"

But as he shut the car door, sat down, and Blaine started the engine…he could see that Blaine was not about to drop this, or let it go…

There was a long silence as Blaine drove down the road, eyes fixed ahead. He'd seemingly cooled off a little-but was still deep in thought…Kurt bit his lip. Once again, the nerves bit him like a nest of wasps, like they had this morning…

"We can't keep saying "baby" in public-and I don't like calling it "it"…" Kurt babbled, keen to take his mind off things.

"What do you suggest-a code name?" Blaine's voice was quieter, calmer, more like himself, coming out of his deep meditation on whatever it was he was thinking about. He even smiled a little.

"Well-something like that. We need some sort of…word…"

"Speaking of names…have you thought of any?" Kurt shrugged, frowning. It was strange-in amongst everything else-he hadn't really thought about names. It had always just been "the baby" in his head. Well, they didn't even know the gender of the baby, so they couldn't really seriously consider anything…but surely he should still be thinking of something as important as that. "I-I don't really know…"

"Really, I'd have thought you'd have, like, a million listed," Blaine's voice finally sounded normal, as he squeezed Kurt's hand at the traffic lights. "But let's just make sure our little miracle is in full health before we think of anything like that yet…"

"Yes, you're right," Kurt agreed. He stared out of the window-his turn to be lost in thought. A mixture of nerves, worry and concerns…but in there somewhere was…excitement. A whole twelve weeks in…and it seemed more true by the day.

Thank you so much! Please review-and remember to drop me any ideas on names you might have! We're starting the name game early in this fic! Either sex at this point :') Much love, hope everyone's well xxx