I'm sorry guys! I know it's been a while! Life caught up with me and I started dabbling in other fandoms like Warm Bodies and Avengers! But I'm sorta-kinda back for now! I hope to finally finish up this story within the next couple of months! Yay!
So a recap of last chapter for those who don't remember is that Santana finally decided that they would give the baby up for adoption. Also, she and Kurt went to a party at Sugar's where Blaine and Kurt boned.
Enjoy!
[35 Weeks Into Pregnancy]
"You've never touched my stomach." Santana commented.
Kurt tore his eyes away from Blaine's retreating ass as she said this and his gut twisted.
He, Blaine, and Santana were spending the evening together looking through viable parents for the unborn child. For this Gift of Life Foundation, couples were required to compile "Family Books" for the birth parents that included an idea of their daily lives, immediate family members, and basic information about the couple. Laminated multicolored folders were scattered around the Hummel's living room. Finn had tried to help in the beginning, but kept getting distracted by either young hot family members, or by how close in resemblance prospective couples looked to Kurt and Santana "so people won't assume he or she is adopted" or "so the baby won't be confused."
Kurt tried to gently tell Finn that what they looked like really wasn't what they were looking for, more so the information about their family lives. However, Santana was moody that day and barked at Finn until he gave up and left to play video games.
Kurt put down his current folder and shrugged as a response to Santana's question, feeling naked without Blaine in the room with him. "Um. I don't know. Do you...want me to?"
Santana nodded and moved the pillow she was resting her body on to heave herself up into a sitting position. Kurt forced himself to crawl over to her from where he had been sitting on the other side of the couch.
She looked at him expectantly and rolled her shirt up to where her swollen breasts ended. Kurt swallowed and tried to control the shaking in his hand as he extended it to Santana's 35 week grown stomach. He let out his pent up breath when his fingertips met her flesh and his hand flattened on her.
Santana stared at Kurt, waiting to see what he'd do. Unsure of how to react, he moved his hand gently up and around her stomach and suddenly he felt a part of her skin raise up under his palm.
His eyes widened and Santana flashed him a knowing smile.
"Was that-"
"Yes it was. Your son or daughter apparently wants to say 'hi.' Talk to him, I read that it's good for you to talk to the fetus."
Kurt wet his lips and leaned his head forward. "H-hello," he said, his voice shaking worse than his hand had earlier. "I'm, uh, Kurt. I don't know what you'll want to call me in the future, but for now, I'm your birth father. Um. How are you?"
As if in response, the baby kicked hard at Kurt's head and Santana emitted a pained "Oof!" before giggling from the shocked look on Kurt's face.
Kurt couldn't help but smile and rub at Santana's stomach again, now more reassured. He moved closer to her, their thighs now touching. "Comon' little one, where did you go? Kick again!" He looked up at Santana. "Make him do it again!"
Santana let out a real laugh, the sound rare. "Easy for you to encourage that! You're not the one getting battered from the inside!"
Kurt waved a hand dismissively, then looked up coyly at Santana to convey that he was joking.
Unknown to them, Blaine had returned from the bathroom, but paused in the hallway when he heard Santana giggle. He hid his body in the hallway and peered out around the corner. His heart dropped and his throat felt like it was closing up when he saw Kurt and Santana sitting so intimately with each other. They looked like the model young family, curled up around the pregnant belly, cooing to the fetus inside. Blaine fought the urge to cry, but could not gather the courage to walk in; not when Kurt was looking so lovingly into the eyes of Santana.
Her face had suddenly changed. She was now staring intently at Kurt, as if trying to peer right into his core.
"Santana, are you okay? Are you in pain or-"
"No, no, I'm fine. It's just..." she frowned. "I feel like sometimes... We could do this. You and me. And the baby."
Kurt's mouth opened and closed, then his hand flew off of Santana's stomach when the baby had kicked again.
"San, we've been looking at so many profiles, there are so many good couples out there who just want to start a family, and they are established and can actually give this child everything it ever wants! And we can make it an open-"
"No!" Santana screamed and threw her stack of folders to the ground. "I don't want my child being raised by some rich phonies, thinking their whole life that his parents are deadbeats who couldn't provide for him or her."
"You're being ridicu-"
"Look at these pompous assholes!" she screamed, picking up a book and showing him the cover where a blonde couple hugged with leis around their neck at some tropical island. "You think they can love our child as much as we could? Look here at this one! It shows them on jet skis, in Honolulu! What are they trying to show us, how much better they are than us, how much richer?"
Kurt tried to hold Santana's shoulders, but she pushed him off.
"We could do this, Kurt! We could-"
"But I don't want to!" Kurt screamed, face flushing.
Everything was suddenly very quiet and even Blaine could hear the faint ticking of the clock in the adjacent room. This was the first time Kurt had raised his voice to anyone, especially Santana. Santana inched her way back down onto the couch.
"Oh."
Blaine decided to enter then to dissipate the tension a bit. "Hey guys, you okay?"
The birth parents held a staring contest, and then suddenly Kurt and Blaine were staring at each other. Santana's gut twisted and she chose to ignore what she was seeing, instead opting for her hands which had become very interesting.
Blaine opened his mouth to speak when the Darth Vader theme blared from his pocket. He murmured a curse under his breath then pulled it out, not having to look at the screen.
"Hello Moth- Kurt's house. No I told- Mot-Mother! Okay, okay! See you soon, I guess."
Blaine angrily pressed the end call button and shoved his phone back in his pocket. He ran over to grab his blazer from the back of a chair. "I gotta go, sorry. Apparently Mother didn't see the note I left her, or was given the message I told Cooper to tell her. See you later."
He leaned over and hugged Santana, placing a quick kiss on her cheek, then bounded over and hugged Kurt, momentarily resting his head on his shoulder when Kurt's arms wrapped around him to flatten their chests to each other. Blaine inhaled the scent of his lover, then parted from him, quickly leaving.
Kurt looked at Santana, who had curled up like an ashamed child.
He sighed and began collecting the scattered Family Books from the ground, amazed at how this sullen girl was once the the exotic flame that had all but stolen his heart months before all this confusion.
Kurt looked at more Family Books in silence while Santana was resting.
"Hey look at this couple. Stable income, and they've adopted from here before with a 5 year old."
He held out the portfolio to her, but she gently placed it to the side.
"I've been thinking about what you said. The whole 'I don't want to' thing. What does that mean exactly?"
She looked up at him, large dark chocolate eyes so innocent and searching. "Are you that opposed to marrying me, or-"
"Santana. Stop."
Kurt put his hands on his hips and sighed. "It's not that, San. I love you because you are the mother of my child, the bearer of the greatest miracle on Earth... especially due to the fact that I doubt I'll be able to have biological children in the future."
Kurt let the words hang in the air, but Santana just stared at him.
"What do you mean, Kurt. I'm lost. You didn't get a vesicostomy di-"
"No!" The boy played with his hands. "I um. I think I'm..." He cleared his throat and restarted. "Santana. I'm gay."
Santana swallowed and she hugged her huge stomach. "What?"
He didn't know what else to say. This was his first "coming out" both to someone and himself. There was no use ignoring it anymore. He had never allowed himself to think of the possibility of him only being attracted to men, but once he actually evaluated himself, he knew for sure.
"But we have sex, some really great sex and..."
"I didn't know back then. And I'm still surprised and accepting it too."
She looked back up at him, her face seeming to age within the few minutes. "You're really sure?"
"Yeah. I really am." A sense of power surged through Kurt at his own acceptance of the truth.
Santana sat back on the couch, rubbing her belly. "Of all the men in school... I get the Fairy to knock me up. Wanky."
Kurt rolled his eyes and held out his arms for a hug. Santana hauled herself up and fell into his embrace, resting her face against his shoulder.
"Does this make me a 'Fag Hag' or something now?" she said against his body.
He chuckled and squeezed her tighter. "No, only if you want to be. I suppose as a new gay I should get a hag, right? Can new ones have them in the first month?" he joked, pulling away to look down at her and kiss her hair.
Santana gave a half smile, then returned to the couch. "I guess I should have known by the way your eyes are constantly glued to the Hobbit's ass."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Wait, Rachel?"
"No, no; the other Hobbit. Hobbit's boyfri- oh god, is Blaine gay too?" her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.
I blushed. "Um. Yeah. He admitted he was gay a few weeks ago, but he hasn't broken up with Rachel just yet... He's tried, but she won't accept it. Also, she's his first love so it's hard for him to totally admit he has no feelings for her anymore. They've stopped having sex, it's just the emotional bond they need to break."
Santana narrowed her eyes. "I know the look of a man well fucked, you two butt uglies didn't you!"
Kurt's face flushed. "Um, well you see-"
"And you still didn't think you were gay?" Santana retorted with a half smile.
"Hey, give me a break, Mama Hag! I thought at first that I was just Blaine-sexual or something. Then I thought bisexual. And then I realized that it's really only men. I think before I never gave myself the option of men so I automatically turned to women and bodies are bodies so..."
Santana looked down and averted his eyes. He tilted her chin up to look him in the eyes and said sincerely, "I was into you though, Santana. For some reason I was sexually attracted to all the women I had relationships with, especially you. And at one point I really thought I did love you. And I do love you, just not in the way you want me to. What I have with Blaine... I didn't know it was supposed to feel as wonderful and connected as it does with him. I feel so much more with him and one day you'll find out what I'm feeling and understand what I'm talking about."
Santana relaxed her body on him, eyes softening. "So...where's that last couple you wanted to show me?"
[36 Weeks Into Pregnancy]
Santana and Kurt had narrowed down their choices to 3 couples. They asked their representative, Pam, for copies of the books without pictures to make their choice easier. It helped dramatically and now Kurt and Blaine were lying on Blaine's bed, re-reading the 3 books again, trying to narrow down the final choice. Santana was extremely hormonal and was doubting her own judgment. After they had narrowed down the choices, she asked Kurt to make the final decision since she had become so disoriented.
They had removed one choice, but the last two still remained. There was very little difference between them and neither had more pros or cons.
"I don't want it to see that I'm cleaning my hands of a child as soon as I could, but I almost wish I could sign off my parental guardianship to the baby now. It wouldn't make me feel like I have so much pressure on me."
Blaine rolled onto his side, head resting on his hand to look at Kurt. "Why can't you do it early?"
Kurt ran a hand over his face, tired. "The birth-parents are given 3 days to reclaim the parental rights of the child unless signed-off at birth. For legal reasons, the child must be born first before he or she can be relinquished to the adopting parents."
Blaine smirked, rubbing his thumb over Kurt's lips. "I'm guessing you've read the contract a few times?"
"Maybe." Kurt continued to stare at the two portfolios. His eyes burned as he stared at them, willing one of them to suddenly seem the obvious pick.
Blaine held back a giggle from Kurt's intense look. Without Kurt registering what he was doing, Blaine climbed on his back and started gently kneading the muscles. Kurt's back instantly relaxed, but he was still concentrated on the folders. Blaine pressed his fingers harder into Kurt's back, getting a groan from the light brown haired boy.
He looked behind himself to see Blaine staring mischievously back. "I think you should take a break," he said, pitching his voice low.
Kurt felt a pull in his groin and his dick becoming a bit interested as it pressed into the mattress under him. "I think maybe I should too," Kurt responded. He flipped around, catching Blaine off-balance and pinning him underneath, pressing their faces together.
Their lips grazed each other a few times before pressing together completely, then repeated over and over. Though both were gradually becoming interested, neither pushed to take it to the next step.
Blaine kissed down Kurt's jaw and neck, nipping at his collarbone, then returning to his lips. Kurt groaned softly, then flipped them again so Blaine straddled Kurt's waist, their half-hard erections straining next to each other through their pants.
Some sweat beaded on Blaine's forehead as he surged down and kissed Kurt again, biting his lower lip. Kurt ran his tongue against the seam of Blaine's lips whom immediately allowed entrance. Their tongues danced around the other, constantly retreating and coming back. Blaine's fingers dug into Kurt's hair and each breathed an erotic sigh when-
"Blaine."
Both boys froze and looked up to see Rachel standing in Blaine's doorway, her keys in her hand.
"You've been cheating on me? With him?" Rachel said in shock.
Blaine rolled off of Kurt and slowly moved towards Rachel. He waited for her to flinch, but she didn't. He held her upper arms and made her look him in the eyes.
"Rachel...don't tell me you're surprised."
She opened her mouth in protest, but Blaine could see in her eyes that she wasn't.
"I tried to tell you Rach, you wouldn't listen. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but I've been trying to tell you for weeks now."
Some tears sprang to her eyes. Kurt smirked on the bed, happy that she finally admitted to herself that she and Blaine were over. When he saw her tears though, he sighed and decided to be the better man. He hauled himself up from the bed and stood next to Blaine.
"Do you want me to leave you two alone?"
"No, Kurt," Rachel said with a watery voice. "It's fine." Blaine used his thumb to swipe away the tears, but were immediately replaced with fresh ones. "I knew after you told me I just...you know my history. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Blaine. I didn't know how to give you up."
Even Kurt's heart broke a little for Rachel.
Blaine smiled at her, bringing her into a hug. Her fingers tightened in his shirt and more tears rolled down. "Rachel, you'll always be my first love...and one of my best friends. Just because I've realized that I'm gay, it doesn't mean I can't still love you as my friend. You mean so much to me, Rachel. One detail doesn't take back all the wonderful memories and experiences we've had together. Okay?"
Rachel pulled away and stared hard at him, as if waiting for the punchline. When she was sure there was none, resolution was clear on her face. She sniffled and wiped her eyes once more, now bloodshot.
"Okay then. Blaine, Kurt, I'll see you later. I'm sorry I came in unannounced...your phone is off. I'll see you tomorrow Kurt."
Just as she was leaving, Blaine caught up to her for the last time and kissed her forehead. "Thank you, Rachel."
Kurt and Blaine walked back upstairs, hand in hand, feeling relieved that the last force holding them back was now gone. When they entered Blaine's bedroom, they noticed that Rachel's keys to Blaine's house were left on his side table.
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