I don't know HOW I got this out so fast. I sat down to write something else and boom, inspiration! Thanks for reading, again!

"I don't get it, Mom. I followed the recipe exactly the way you read it to me. What did I do wrong?"

"Are you sure?" Julie's voice rang out from the phone's placement on the counter. "Maybe you forgot to write part of it down?"

"But the yams are so hard. I can't even stick the spoon inside." Blaine set the spoon down and grabbed a handful of mini marshmallows out of the bag. If the dish he made wasn't going to need them anymore he wasn't going to let them go to waste, even if he was turning into a gigantic marshmallow himself.

"How long did you cook them, dear?"

"An hour?" he mumbled through the sugary mounds in his mouth.

Julie laughed. "It was only supposed to be half an hour. It's okay, though, I know you're a bit distracted. We can blame this on pregnancy brain."

"I can't do this. He's going to kill me, won't he?"

"Blaine, we discussed this last night. Kurt's father is nothing like yours. I'm certain he will be thrilled to hear you're giving him a grandchild."

"What if he isn't?" Blaine's one encounter with Burt Hummel had gone well. He was more down-to-earth than Blaine expected and they bonded over an hour-long discussion on the state of the Big Ten. "What if he thinks I'm taking advantage of Kurt and forcing him into the relationship for the baby?"

"Calm down, honey. There's no need to get worked up and make Kim have to work today if anything happens to you. Now I'm going to hang up, you're going to stop at the store on your way to Kurt's, and you are going to have the best Thanksgiving you can, okay?"

"Okay, Mom. I love you."

"Love you, too," Julie replied as Blaine picked the phone up to end the call. He leaned against the counter and took a few deep breaths. He knew his mom was right; he spent Wednesday in Westerville with an appointment where Kim said everything was progressing smoothly before a very awkward dinner. His uncle Joe and cousins Keeley and Nick came over with Kim and were informed about Blaine's condition. Despite an entire meal's worth of the silent treatment from his father, everyone accepted the news and was happy for him and the missing Kurt. He left that evening with the promise of bringing Kurt down on Christmas (possibly an extended weekend, as his next appointment and ultrasound were scheduled for the 29th) and a family recipe that was meant to impress the Hummels. Looking back at the dish, Blaine sighed and set it in the sink. He'd deal with the cleanup when he returned home from Kurt's.

Blaine grabbed his wallet, keys, and coat on his way out the door. Much to his chagrin, the weather had turned colder overnight with snowflakes dancing through the air. He wouldn't have minded it at all if he were still able to button the coat up over his belly. At least it was camouflaged under a soft, loose black sweater Kurt gave to him. With one more week of classes to go before finals, Blaine's wardrobe had become alarmingly depleted. The jeans Kurt altered were fine, but nearly every shirt he owned either clung to or wouldn't stretch over his stomach.

The grocery was fairly empty, with only a few last minute shoppers inside. He took some time deciding what to bring and ended up purchasing a chocolate cream pie and a bottle of zinfandel for the other three to enjoy. While standing in line, a woman came up behind Blaine with her young son. The boy kept talking about how he was looking forward to dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's and just seeing them. Blaine realized that would be them next year, or a few years down the road once Alex would be walking and talking. He knew Steven was going to come around eventually and love his grandchild, the only question was what Burt would say.

The mother looked at him and smiled. "Mason's so excited, I'm sorry. Did he disrupt you?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. How old is he?"

"Go on, tell the man how old you are, sweetie."

Blaine watched as Mason held up three fingers. "You're three? Wow, you seem so grown up!"

The little boy giggled and his mom said, "So fast, too. It feels like just yesterday I was pregnant. Do you have any children?"

Suddenly self-conscious, he shook his head. "No, not yet, but I can't wait to be a father."

The cashier began ringing his items so he stopped to show his ID and pay. As he took his bags and receipt, he turned back to them. "Happy Thanksgiving, Mason. Have fun with your grandparents!"

Mason beamed. "Thank you, sir!" His mother thanked him as well and Blaine left the store.

When he arrived at the Hummel's, Kurt answered the door and tisked. "Sugar and alcohol, huh? One you can't consume and the other my dad can't. What kind of impression do you think you're making?"

"One of the proper dinner guest?" Blaine asked before leaning in for a kiss. "Plus if it doesn't go so well, we can take the remnants to my place and down each one respectively."

Kurt's hands stilled on Blaine's waist. "It will go well, trust me. He may be a little thrown off at first but I know he'll welcome the news."

"What news?" Burt asked as he walked in to greet Blaine.

Carole followed and took the bags from Blaine before giving them an concerned look. "Why don't we sit at the table and have the salad? There's not too much time left on the turkey and almost everything else is set to go." As they headed for the dining room she stopped Blaine. "I haven't exactly had a chance to ask how you're doing. Is everything going well?"

He nodded. "I'm sure Kurt's told you that my aunt is my obstetrician. I had a checkup yesterday and we're both fine."

"That's great to hear," she replied. "If you ever have any questions, feel free to ask me. It may have been a few decades since I was pregnant with Finn, but I remember it well."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hummel."

"Carole. And trust me, Burt will ask you to do the same with him."

Blaine smiled and entered the dining room with her. Burt looked him up and down, which made Blaine even more nervous. "So, you boys had something you wanted to announce?"

Kurt nodded imperceptibly. "Dad, before we start, I want you to know that I love you. You took what had been a huge tragedy when Mom passed and did everything you could to raise me right."

"Thanks, kiddo," Burt said. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, I wanted to let you know that I'm going to pass your parenting skills on. Blaine and I..." Kurt paused and reached across the table for Blaine's hands, "we're having a baby."

They watched the shock register on Burt's face for about thirty seconds before he spoke. "Well damn. I didn't even realize you had that gene."

Blaine shook his head. "He doesn't, sir...Burt. I'm the one that does."

Burt turned to him. "Really? I thought...shit." He began chuckling. "This is probably the last conversation I thought I'd be having. When are you due?"

"May 15th."

"May, huh? But wait, didn't you two only get together in August?"

"Yes, Dad," Kurt replied. "It happened our first night together, the condom broke without our knowledge and here we are now. Five and a half months from now you're going to be a grandfather because we had an accident, and we're too young to be going through this, especially with school and Blaine's future plans in the air, and..."

"Whoa, hold it right there," Burt cut in. "What makes you think you're too young?"

"That's what my dad said when we told him," Blaine sighed.

"Blaine, how old are you?"

He looked up into Burt's eyes for the first time. "I'm twenty-three, sir."

Burt nodded. "That's the same age I was when Elizabeth found out she was pregnant. Her folks were furious because she was finishing up her degree. Now I know you're farther in your schooling than Kurt is, but something tells me you have that same determination Elizabeth had to graduate. And you want to do this with Kurt?"

"Absolutely. I love him, and we know it's going to be tough."

"Then all I can say is congratulations." Burt stood up and pulled Blaine into a hug. "You know, when the new term starts I think I'm going to push for some legislation recognizing this Emerson's gene and gay couples having kids. Lord knows I'm not going to let my own grandchild not have both fathers recognized."

Kurt, already in tears, jumped up and joined the two. "Thank you so much, Dad," he said trying to control his sobs. Before long, Carole joined in and Blaine realized he'd gained more than a boyfriend this semester...he gained a new family.

A pair of arms creeped around Blaine's stomach while he grabbed a knife to cut a slice of his chocolate pie. "How can you still be hungry?"

He giggled. "It's been a few hours, okay?"

Kurt turned him around, hands remaining on his belly. "You had seconds of everything and a slice of each pie afterwards. If you keep this up through the holidays you'll probably gain like twenty pounds."

"That's not going to happen. Besides, you seem to be attracted to the extra weight."

"When it comes to right here where our child is growing, yes, but I'm not going to let you become one of those who lets themselves go because they're pregnant. I want you to stay healthy."

Blaine set the knife back down. "Okay. How about we work off those extra calories first?" he asked, smirking.

Kurt looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Blaine's voice lowered and growled, "I want to devour you instead."

"I-I-how? Here? Now?"

"Honey, I told you, my sex drive is off the charts. And you in those jeans, leaving little to my imagination? I don't know how much longer I can hold out."

"But here. In my house. Where my parents are."

Blaine reached around to pull Kurt into him, hands groping ass, cock hardening against his. "I can't make it back to my place, Kurt. Trust me."

Kurt felt the saliva in his mouth suddenly evaporate. "C-can we be quiet?" he stuttered.

"You tell me."

Before Kurt knew it, he took Blaine's hand and raced to the steps. He suddenly loved that his bedroom was at the opposite end of the hall from his dad and Carole's. As soon as he shut the door, Blaine pinned him against it and attached his lips to Kurt's neck. Blaine struggled to get the jeans off of him until Kurt twisted away from him to pull his boots off. After that his clothes seemed to fly off and he began to undress Blaine. "What do you want?" he panted out.

"You," Blaine replied too quickly as he went for the same spot where Kurt was certain a mark would appear in the morning.

Kurt pulled Blaine's jeans and underwear down together. "But what do you want me to do?"

"No, I wantyou, Kurt. I want to be inside you."

He froze up for a moment. "Are you sure?" he asked.

Blaine nodded. "Is that okay? I mean, I'm not too big that we'd have issues with it. And Robbie never let me top so it's been quite a while."

"Blaine..."

"What? If you don't want to, that's fine, I just need something."

Kurt sat down on his bed. "You know I've only been with one person besides you, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, I know that. What does that...oh." Blaine's expression changed with the realization of what Kurt implied.

"It's just a lot to consider right now. But okay."

"Look, if you don't feel comfortable at all with this we can blow each other, or whatever you want."

Kurt shook his head. "No, Blaine, I want to do this. I trust that you won't hurt me."

"I won't, I promise," Blaine assured him as he took his sweater off. Kurt's breath hitched at the sight of his stomach and he knew it was the right decision. He wanted it.

Kurt got up and grabbed the lube and condoms left over from his relationship with Chandler from his bathroom and threw them on the bed. He began kissing Blaine, who gently laid him down. He took in every movement Blaine made, each kiss, each caress up and down his body, spreading open his legs and hips. He practically whimpered at the loss of contact when Blaine pulled back until he heard the snap of the lid opening. It wasn't until he felt a slick finger circling his hole that he realized what was actually happening. As Blaine slowly pushed his finger in, Kurt tensed up. He'd fingered himself before, but it wasn't anywhere near this. He felt Blaine move around inside him before another finger entered and he felt better.

"How are you?" Blaine whispered.

"Good." He watched the smile grow on his boyfriend's face as he began to move the fingers around again, gently brushing against Kurt's prostate and making him moan. As soon as the sound escaped Kurt's mouth he clapped it shut.

"Let me know when you're ready for more."

Kurt didn't trust himself to open his mouth again so he just nodded, and Blaine added another finger. There was an even greater flash of burn running through him before it dissipated into pleasure. Each twist and thrust was just right and made him wonder what he'd been missing out on.

"Okay, let's do this," he breathed out. Blaine quirked an eyebrow as if asking if he was sure. He suddenly felt empty as Blaine pulled his fingers out to open the foil packet. He rolled the condom onto his cock and lubed it up before positioning himself near Kurt's entrance.

"This is it," Blaine said. "You're not going to back out, are you?"

"Not at all," Kurt said.

Blaine slowly moved in and Kurt bit his lip to keep from screaming, not from pain but from ecstasy. "If you need to you can hold onto my waist," he heard Blaine say after he was fully inside. Kurt moved his hands up, landing on the sides of Blaine's stomach. "Okay, I'm going to move now. It might be quick, though."

Kurt didn't care at all how fast Blaine came, and it was within minutes. He felt better than ever, especially once Blaine began fisting at his erection. Kurt writhed underneath him at every flick of his wrist, and he too quickly went over the edge. As he tried to recover from the experience, Blaine cleaned up, discarded the condom, and moved them under the covers.

"Thank you so much," Kurt said once he was able to speak again. "That was...wow."

Blaine laughed. "Wow is all you can say?"

"Pretty much. I love you and I'm glad I let you do it."

"I love you too, and I'm glad you let me too." Blaine snuggled closer and Kurt rested a hand on top of his bump. "Is it okay if I stay here tonight?"

"Always."