Blaine opened the front door and there was Sam, just standing there, looking so...so young. Young and terrified.

He took him by the hand and led him up to his room. They sat next to each other on the bed, Sam with his head on Blaine's shoulder, until he was ready to talk.

"They did an ultrasound. To see how...how long she's been..."

"And? How long has she been?"

"Since December. She's due on September twelfth."

"Wow. That's... that's..." That was right after they'd be starting college.

Sam shook his head. He couldn't think about September yet. He could only think about what he'd seen at the clinic. "The ultrasound was... There's a baby in there. We could see her breathing, see her moving around..."

"Wait. Her?"

Sam looked into Blaine's eyes for the first time since they'd started talking. A bewildered smile formed on his face. "It's a... She's a girl." My daughter, he thought, but he couldn't say it out loud yet.

"How's Brittany doing?"

"Brittany's..." Sam stood up. "Oh God, I shouldn't be here. I wanted to see you, I needed to see you, but I shouldn't have been thinking of myself. I should be with Brittany. She said she didn't want me to, she said she just wanted to be with her mom, but..."

Blaine stood too and wrapped his arms around Sam. "You should let her be with her mom then." He was probably being selfish, wanting Sam to stay here with him. But if that was what Brittany said...

"No, but I have to. I mean, what kind of man hides out from his pregnant girlfriend at his boyfriend's house?"

"Pregnant ex-girlfriend. And you're not hiding out. She told you—"

"Yeah, but she was hysterical. And what if she changed her mind? What if she doesn't even remember what she said and she wonders why the hell I've abandoned her?"

"I think you can trust Brittany to tell you what she actually wants," Blaine said gently. He didn't add that it was about the only thing you could trust Brittany to make any sense about. "But if you think she may have changed her mind, call her. Don't just show up unexpected."

Okay. Okay, that actually made sense. He called Brittany and got her voicemail. He sent her a text and didn't get a reply. He called her house phone and got her mother.

"Mrs. Pierce, hi, it's Sam. Can I talk to Brittany?"

"Oh. Hello, Sam." Wow, she seemed a lot colder than she had at the clinic. He suddenly realized how stupid he was to expect her to treat him warmly at all. If she hadn't seemed pissed off at him earlier it was probably only because she was too shocked or too busy trying to calm Brittany down. "No, Brittany is resting."

"I was just wondering if she'd like me to come over..."

"No. Frankly, given my husband's reaction to this news, I think you coming over here would be a very bad idea."

"Oh. Mrs. Pierce, I just want you to know I never wanted this to happen. I'm so—"

"I'm sure you didn't, Sam. I'll tell Brittany you called." She hung up on him.

Sam let his phone fall to the floor. He crawled fully dressed under the blankets on Blaine's bed and lay face-down. Blaine got in next to him. He rested his head on Sam's shoulder and reached under his shirt to rub his back. "Is her mom mad at you?"

"Uh huh," Sam said into the pillow. "And her dad, apparently. I guess if I had a daughter I would..."

Blaine kissed the back of his neck. "Were they really that surprised though? I mean, I only met Brittany's parents once, but they didn't seem..." They didn't seem to be like her. "I just can't believe they didn't already know."

"They hadn't seen her. She just got in this morning and they were at work."

"Oh." Blaine had a ton more questions, like How the fuck did you guys let this happen?, but it didn't seem like a good time for them.

"Fuck, Blaine. How am I gonna tell my parents?"

Blaine thought it was a rhetorical question. He just scooted in a little closer and kept rubbing Sam's back. But then Sam turned on his side and looked at him imploringly. As if Blaine would really know what he should do. "I don't know, Sam. Just be direct? Your parents love you. They might be mad, but—"

"I'm not worried about them being mad. They're not going to be mad, they're going to be..."

"Disappointed?" Blaine asked.

Sam nodded. Tears started to form in his eyes. "But more than that. Crushed. My mom especially." She had told him so many times to be careful. That it was his responsibility as much as the girl's—maybe more.

Blaine kissed his eyes. "I'm sure she'll understand."

"Yeah," Sam said. He buried his face in Blaine's chest. His mother would understand. That was why she would be so crushed. They stayed like that for a while, Sam letting his tears fall and Blaine just holding him.

After Sam had been not crying for a few minutes, Blaine asked if he wanted to have some dinner. He was pretty sure Sam hadn't eaten before he came over. He didn't know exactly what time it was, but he realized he was a little hungry himself. But Sam didn't want anything, and he asked if Blaine would just stay there with him, so of course Blaine did.

"I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow," Sam said. He did know what he had to do, obviously. The baby was his responsibility, and that meant Brittany was too. What he didn't know was how Brittany would react, or how her parents would.

There was a chance—a pretty good chance—that he wouldn't be able to be with Blaine anymore. But tonight they were still together.

"I'm sorry. I love you so much." He caught Blaine's lips in a kiss, one in which he felt as much need for him as he felt for Blaine. He pressed his body against Blaine's. "I know it's not the right time, but...Blaine, I want you really bad."

Blaine didn't need to be asked twice. He had been using all his self-control to not molest Sam because of how serious this all was. But if it could maybe bring him some comfort... Or maybe that was just a rationalization, but he still wasn't going to say no. He quickly removed his clothes and Sam's—they didn't have that much time before his mother would be home.

He lay on top of Sam and kissed his neck. Sam wriggled and moaned while he worked his way down with his mouth and hands, pausing to pay some attention to each nipple, and ending up at his cock.

"Oh Jesus, Blaine, you're so good at that," Sam said as Blaine enveloped his cock in his hot, wet mouth.

Blaine really loved the taste and the feel of Sam's dick in his mouth, and he hated to hurry things along. But he also really didn't want to be caught by his mom. He reluctantly detached himself. "Do you want me to make you come like this?" he asked. "Or should I get the lube and condoms?"

"Lube and condoms," Sam panted.

Blaine started to get up to get them, but as soon as he was on his knees, Sam had his hands on his ass and his dick in his mouth. Blaine rested one hand on Sam's shoulder and one in his hair and let his head fall back.

"Sorry," Sam said, backing away after a minute.

"Yeah, you better be," Blaine said. "I hate it when my super hot boyfriend sucks my cock." He got the supplies out of the drawer and tossed the condom to Sam. He held up the lube and asked, "You want to? Or should I?"

"You," Sam said. Blaine had hoped Sam would want to do it, but it was okay. It probably would be quicker this way. He squirted some lube on his fingers and reached around behind himself and—"No," Sam said.

"No?"

"When I said I want you, I meant... I meant I want you inside me."

Blaine cocked his head and raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"Blaine..." Sam pulled him close and kissed his neck, right under the ear. He whispered, "I want you to make love to me, Blaine. Would you? Please?"

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. But we don't have a lot of time, and I don't want to hurt you..."

"You won't." What he meant wasn't actually that he didn't think it would hurt at all. Whenever Brittany had fucked him with her strap-on, it did hurt, but not that much. And anyway if it was worth it with her—which it was—it would be even more worth it with Blaine, even if it hurt a lot. "It's not totally my first time."

"A strap-on isn't exactly the same, though..."

"I know. But I want you to." He got on his hands and knees and turned so his ass was pointing toward Blaine. So what was Blaine supposed to do? Of course he touched his lubed fingers to Sam's hole, which caused Sam to gasp and push back against his fingers. And of course he went further then, pressing a finger inside, and another, stretching and lubricating while Sam bucked his hips. And of course he used his other hand to massage Sam's balls and stroke his dick.

Blaine's fingers rubbed against his prostate and it felt amazing. Too amazing. "Blaine, please do it now before I come from your fingers."

"Get on your back. I wanna see your face."

"It's not gonna hurt," Sam assured him. This time he really didn't think it would. Blaine had gotten him readier than Brittany ever did.

"Can't I just want to see your face while we make love?"

Sam rolled onto his back, pulling Blaine down with him and giving him a sloppy kiss. Blaine put the condom on and covered it in lube. He knelt between Sam's legs, and Sam lifted his ass up to meet him. He pushed in slowly, savoring Sam's tightness, his heat. He stopped when Sam bit his lip. "How are you doing? Okay so far?"

Sam nodded. There was just a tiny twinge of pain. He just had to remember to relax, even though his ass just wanted to grip and squeeze Blaine's cock as hard as it could. Despite the teensy twinge, it already felt amazing, and he desperately wanted to feel Blaine deeper inside him. "Keep going."

He kept going until he was in as far as he could go and his balls were squished up against Sam's ass. "Sam, you feel so good."

Sam looked in his eyes and smiled. "You too."

Blaine pulled out and pushed back in lightly—or he tried to go lightly, anyway. Sam grabbed his ass and was pulling him in hard and deep. As soon as they found an angle that allowed Blaine's dick to nail his prostate perfectly, Sam let out the loudest moan Blaine had ever heard. He was so glad his parents weren't home—he kind of hoped the neighbors weren't either. "OH, that's fucking perfect, Blaine. Right there, don't stop. Don't ever stop."

He thrust a little harder and a little faster, and Sam went, "Yeah, there, fuck Blaine, yes. Fuck me, Blaine. Give me—uh!—give me all you've got!" Blaine let loose with everything he had and jerked Sam's cock. Sam went momentarily silent, biting his lip hard and tightly gripping the slats of the headboard. And then his body went rigid and tightened around Blaine like a vise and he howled. He didn't stay rigid for long before he started to thrash around powerfully. His howl was continuous but not steady; the pitch and intensity wavered as his come spurted out and splattered across his chest. Blaine, too, became erratic in his movements and breathing as he came inside Sam.

They stayed together for several minutes, neither of them moving except for when Blaine collapsed onto Sam's chest. Eventually, though, Blaine got up to throw the condom away and put his clothes back on. Sam rolled over and watched him dress. "Can I sleep here?" he asked.

"I'd love it," Blaine said. "I'm just not sure we could convince my mom."

"Shit, you're right." Sam sat up. "I guess Carole will want to talk to me anyway. How did she take it?"

"I, uh... I'm sorry, Sam! I didn't know how to tell her. I just told her you wanted to talk to her."

"Shit." He looked around for his clothes and started putting them on.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't even thinking about... You asked me to do one thing and I couldn't even... Let me come over with you now. I can still tell her for you."

"It's okay, Blaine. It'll be good practice for me for telling my own mom." He slipped his t-shirt over his head and picked up one of his shoes off the floor. "Don't worry if I'm not in school tomorrow."

"What? Why?"

Sam found his other shoe and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on. "I have to talk to Brittany. It seems like my best chance at doing that is going to be when her parents are at work."

He tied his shoes and stood up. Blaine walked him out to the driveway. They hugged, and Blaine told him, "Good luck with Carole. Call me if you need anything. Anything."

Blaine watched him drive away. Just as Sam was pulling out of the driveway, his mother was pulling in. She parked in the garage, but instead of going straight in to the kitchen she walked around to where Blaine was standing on the porch. "Was that Sam leaving? I hope you didn't have a fight."

"No," Blaine said, eyes still fixed on the last spot he'd been able to see Sam before he went around the corner and out of view.

"Are you okay, honey?"

"I don't know."