A/N: I'm so sorry I left you with a cliffhanger for so long, I honestly didn't plan it. This one is kinda angsty and emotional, but I hope you still like it!

The title's from Lauren Aquilina's King. If you didn't notice, it's an AU so I'm changing some things around, so prepare yourself for throwing things out of this gleeverse.

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Disclaimer: I don't own shit.

Count Your Blessings Not Your Flaws

"I love you"

Marlo inhaled deeply, Her eyes growing wide.

"I'm pregnant."

What? That was her response? No love you too, no I know, no sure you do, babycakes? I'm pregnant?

Rory's smile stayed on his face, frozen. He didn't even blink for a while.

"Rory?"

His pupils widened, his mouth turned agape.

Shock.

"I-I…"

He snapped his mouth shut, swallowing.

"You are?"

"Pretty sure, yes."

"Oh."

They stayed unnaturally silent for a minute, the people around them running to class.

"Is that a bad 'oh' or a good 'oh'?"

"Just… Oh."

They tried to avoid the topic.

Or, more importantly, she tried to avoid the topic. Rory tried to talk about it.

They were finally forced to face it when the Friday night dinner came and Marlo looked at Carole and suddenly turned red. She was staring at her.

Carole knew.

She always just knew.

After their guests left, she cornered her.

"Mary, be a dear and help me out with these, would you?" She said, gesturing towards the mountain of dirty dishes.

She took a deep breath and smiled at her stepmother.
"Of course."

They worked in silence, Mary carefully drying plate after plate, making sure not to leave a single drop of water left on the surface.

"You have to tell your father."

Her hand froze, the plate slipping from her grip and bouncing of the floor. With no real force behind the fall it didn't even break. She wanted to stay strong and not cry, but she felt so exhausted. Just so freaking physically exhausted. Her head hurt, her muscles ached and her stomach turned at every mention of her name.

So she took a step towards her step-mother and collapsed in her arms, crying – no, wailing – and it wasn't just a couple of small tears, no, it was the full on hiccup and blotchy face freak-out she didn't get to have after The Bathroom Incident, when her twin brother found her on the floor in hysterics, clutching the plastic sticks in her hands and chanting no as if her opinion mattered now.

"I'm so sorry" She got out, gasping for air. Carole's arms held her close and she breathed in the familiar perfume. "I'm sorry mom. Please help me, I'm so sorry."

She needed a mom and Carole was the best mom she had right now. There was no denying it.

"Shh, baby" Carole rubbed her back in soothing circles. "It's gonna be okay. I will."

Her father came into the kitchen, some questions evidently on his lips, but he bit his tongue and just stood there.

When she calmed down enough to be able to breathe normally, he came over and hugged her from behind, his burly form successfully warming her body and squishing her in between them.

That was the first time since Elementary School that she spent the night in her father's bed, crying, only this time her mom was there, holding her hand, while her dad hugged her close to his body.

She told him the next morning.

Burt Hummel's face turned red, then merged into green after turning purple and blue. The color finally settled on nearly-white pale.

He didn't kick her out. He didn't shout. He didn't even flinch. He was calm and supportive. But he couldn't really lie to her. His eyes showed disappointment and that was the worst thing she could possibly imagine.

She apologized. He told her not to. It was her choice what she did with her body.

So she confessed. Talked about those years she never wanted to mention again. About the nights when she didn't come home, about the summer days when she almost never was in the house. About her feelings at the time and how it affected her. How she never even imagined that she'll fall in love, but then came Jeff, who helped her see that it wasn't the way to handle things, and Rory, who started to heal her. How she never meant for this to happen, how she tried to be safe. How after years of drunken sex she forgot just that one time and fate just laughed in her face.

They were silent for a moment. She saw the tears in her father's eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For not seeing that something was clearly wrong."

He talked about therapists and doctors and she just shook her head, saying that she was okay, that she just needed Rory.

So he called him.

Her father called her child's father.

She mulled the thought over in her head. She never really called Rory that before. She didn't even think about herself as a mother yet. She just knew that the child existed and that was that for now.

So when Burt and Carole asked them what they were going to do she answered truly.

"I have no idea."

And then she burst into tears cause it seemed like the logical thing to do at the time. And when she felt Rory put his arm over her shoulders and kiss her hair, she cried harder. And then some more.

"I have no fucking idea. What are we gonna do?" She sniffed, her nose running from the excessive amount of tears. "And what about you? Oh God, you're going to go back to Ireland. I can't do this alone. Please, Rory, please don't leave me alone."

"I'm not going anywhere" He whispered, rubbing her shoulder. "I promise I'm not."

I'm screwed.

That seemed to be the only coherent thought running through Rory's mind.

I'm screwed. I'm so fucking screwed.

It was his fault. It was completely, utterly his fault.

He destroyed their lives.

They walked hand in hand through the hallway and although he knew that none of them knew, he was still sure they whispered about them behind their backs. Although Mary's stomach was completely flat, he felt as if they were staring, almost seeing the kid inside.

Marlo squeezed his hand and smiled. He could see that it was meaningless, only to try and hide the fear in her eyes.

She felt the same.

He swallowed and gave back the same fake smile. If the next couple of months were going to be like this, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to leave his bed in the morning.

There it was, in plain sight, staring at her.

What Would Michael Jackson Do?

She had no idea. She didn't really care. He'd probably write a hit song and get twice as rich.

The whole scheme with MJ was really pathetic. He had a couple hundreds of songs, so it wasn't like they couldn't do three and the Warblers couldn't do another three. Then again, Warblers were an all male club. The testosterone couldn't let them think of something, so the whole thing looked like a "Who's-penis-is-bigger?" contest, with most of the girls also taking part in it.

She preferred to stay on the side lines to watch it all with a smile on her face, shaking her head at their idiocy.

Nothing really happened, except for Rachel's performance of Corner In The Sky which kind of made Mary sad and all clingy and shit for some reason. Stupid hormones.

And then there was Blaine with the whole Cinderella Stay Awhile shit and You're my prince/I am sure of it/This is love for sure/Loving sweet and pure/Love that will endure/Stay awhile and she was crying again and it wasn't healthy at all.

Telling Finn was the hardest.

She knew that he was still hurt because of the whole Beth thing. And what hurt him the most was the fact that after The Regionals she spent the rest of the school year comforting Puck instead of him. And even though she wouldn't change a thing, she supposed she could have at least patted Finn on the back and said she was sorry things happened that way or something.

She supposed she could tell him about the same time she planned to tell Blaine – during the Hudmels' Friday Night Dinner. Then she mentally slapped herself for even thinking about it. She loved Blaine but Finn was her brother. He deserved to be told privately.

So on Wednesday, when their parents were out, Klaine was at Blaine's house, Rachel had dance lessons and Rory had to study for a math test he had the next day, she knocked on Finn's door.

He opened the door with his usual goofy smile. He had salsa on his t-shirt and smelled of Nachos. She could hear their friends on the headset around his neck. He must've been playing COD with the guys, but knowing the only person in his house was his sister, he just went over and opened the door, smiling. Trusting her not to scream at him for wasting his time playing some stupid games or forcing him to think about the future.

She burst out into tears.

"Woah, woah, sis, you okay?" He hugged her, panicking. "What did I do now?"
And then she started to cry harder, cause god she was awful and unworthy of such a good brother-

What was she doing?

She sniffed and wiped away her tears.

Teenage hormones, pregnancy hormones and stress don't mix well.

"Nothing, nothing" She went in, sitting on his bed and pretending that nothing happened. "What are you up to?"

He seemed even more confused, but just sat back on his chair and picked up his controller.

"Oh, you know, just playing with the guys-"

"We need to talk."

That got his attention alright, seeing as he spoke to the headset (Sorry guys, an emergency) and then quitted the game altogether.

"You know, those words are the worst in history. Spoke only before very important and life changing events. I hope you know that cause they also scare me to death."

"I know" Marlo sighed, resting her palms on her knees. "I just need my brother right now and he needs to know some things before he helps me. And I don't mean just any kind of brother. I mean you."

Finn nodded, getting out of the chair and crouched in front of her. Thanks to his enormous height and her ridiculously small one, he was at an eye level with her.

"So, what is it?"
"I screwed up. I majorly fucked my life over and then for good measure gave it a couple of kicks in the stomach."

"It can't be that bad" He put his hands on her shoulders. "And even if it is, I got your back" He brushed back her hair. "Now come on, what happened?"

"Well, you know, Rory and I are gonna have a kid."

"What?"

"My thoughts exactly."

Finn blinked a couple of times.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I said I got your back. Ain't no going back now. You're my sister. This stuff is serious. I won't just go bat-shit crazy and kick stuff around. You need support, not more stress and stuff."

"You say stuff a lot."

"Yeah, I know."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead on his shoulder.

"God Finn, you don't even know how much I love you."

No pestering about what they're gonna do in the future Kurt gave her. No disappointed looks she got from her father. No never ending questions about how she felt and how was the baby Rory had. Finally, a guy who just was there.

She seriously needed Finn.