This chapter contains mention of body image issues and eating disorders.

RyderPOV-

It's the second week of August, about a month before school starts.

Blair has been acting weird. We're both exhausted, with our jobs and trying to spend as much time with Gracie as possible.

But we're fighting again. And not the petty arguments we had in high school.

She comes in the door then, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

''Where were you,'' I ask as she sets her bag on the counter, where I am sitting.

''I had work at nine. I didn't get off until three. Relax,'' she mumbles.

''Interesting. Because Harmony called. She said you go sick at work, and Gunther sent you home. She wanted to make sure you got home okay. She called at one, said you left a half hour before that. It only takes thirty minutes to get home. Where were you,'' I repeat.

You had me terrified.

''I was out,'' she dries her hands, then reaches for a pot.

''Blair, I tried calling and texting you. Why didn't you answer? I was worried about you,'' I tell her, turning her to face me ,''A lot.''

''I'm sorry. My phone is dead. I admit that I should have called you, and I'm sorry,'' she replies.

''Thank you. But you still didn't answer the first question,'' I remind her.

''Can we talk about this later?,'' she groans, and I shake my head.

''No. Blair, I'm your fiance'. I need to know. Now,'' I look at her.

She looks at the ground, playing with her braid.

''I'm pregnant,'' she whispers, looking up at me with hazel eyes.

''P-pregnant,'' I stutter out, her eyes filling with tears when I do.

''Yeah. Five weeks. I… I thought I was, so I took a test at Sugar and Rory's apartment yesterday. Then, when I threw up from morning sickness, Gunther sent me home. So I went to the clinic, got a pregnancy test, and it came out positive.''

Pregnant. She's pregnant. But we've been so, so careful these past two years.

''H-how did this happen,'' I look at her.

''You know I can't get on the pill. And, yeah, we've been using condoms. But they're not one hundred percent guaranteed,'' she reminds me.

''Blair, you're still recovering from your eating disorder. I start school next month. How are we supposed to take care of a baby,'' I question her.

I'm not ready. Not in the slightest.

''I can delay school for another year, and then go when the baby can be in daycare, and-''

''Blair, we are barely making this work with two people. Babies are so expensive. Do you really think we're ready,'' I sigh, trying to make her see the bigger picture.

''We can get ready. And I'm sure we can,'' she takes my hand ,''Please.''

''Blair… I don't think that a baby is the best thing for us. I… no. We can't do this.''

From there, a complex conversation escalates into a heated fight.

BlairPOV-

''I don't know what you want me to do!,'' I yell at Ryder ,''This is your baby, too!''

We've been fighting like this for two hours.

''Exactly,'' Ryder snaps ,''Which is why I want a say in what happens!''

''We were careful,'' I tell him ,''But this is done. I am pregnant. With your baby. And we both know I can't… I can't even consider the alternative.''

''And I would never ask you to,'' he runs a hand through his hair ,''But we can not handle a baby right now.''

''I know. But we can figure something out. I think my dad and Kurt would help us if we really, really need them to.''

''I… Blair, really think about this. We could look into adoption again,'' he suggests, and that's when it becomes clear.

''I know, but you don't have to yell… that's it, Ryder. You don't want our baby,'' I ask him ,''Do you?''

''I love you, Blair. And despite the fact that we've been arguing for the past two hours… I can't…. I love this baby. But I don't know about raising a baby right now,'' he admits.

One of my hands comes up to my stomach, almost protectively.

''I love you, Ryder. But I love this baby,'' I look at the floor ,''And I want to keep him or her. And… I really want you to be apart of that. I don't want to do this alone, but I will. I suggest you think very carefully.''

''Right,'' he sighs ,''I need to get some air. I'll be back.''

He presses a kiss to my cheek, then takes his car keys and leaves.

That's when the wall comes falling down.

''Blair,'' I hear Ryder's voice rings through our apartment four hours later, and I hear his footsteps coming towards our bedroom.

''Blair, I…. why are you packing?,'' he rushes over to me.

''I called my dad. I'm staying there for a few days,'' I tell him, packing my other Spotlight Diner uniform.

''Blair, you don't have to do this,'' he takes my face in his hands ,''I love you. I love our baby. We'll make this work-''

''But you're right. We're struggling right now, and we really need some time apart to think this through,'' I zip up the bag, then turn to face him ,''Do you still want to be with me?''

''Of course,'' he nods, dropping his hands to my waist., ''I love you.''

''I love you, too. As far as I am concerned, we're still dating, we're still engaged,'' I move my hands to his ,''And I think that we should take tonight apart, really think about this, and talk after work.''

''Okay,'' he nods, and I take my bag.

''I have to go,'' I lean up on my toes and kiss him ,''I love you.''

''I love you, too. Blair? I am not changing my mind. I do want this baby. Those hours to clear my head made me see that,'' Ryder insists.

''I know,'' I pause at the door ,''But I think we should take time apart. Before one of us says or does something that ruins this relationship.''

''Just stay. We don't have to talk about it tonight, Blair,'' he sighs ,''But I think we need to be together.''

I think about it for a moment, and I guess he's right.

''We'll sleep tonight. Tomorrow, after work, we have to talk,'' I compromise, to which he nods.

And whatever happens, we'll make it through this.

SugarPOV-

The positive sign stares back at me, and I feel even more nauseous than I did with all of the morning sickness.

''Shit,'' I run a hand through my hair.

I want a baby. And so does Rory. But we start college soon, and we just got married. The only reason we can afford this apartment is because my parents want to pay for it, saying that we shouldn't get jobs until after our first year of college, so that we can focus. Still, I work for my father-in-law, and Rory works for a music store, with Ryder.

I'm nineteen. I am in no way ready for a baby. Rory is only eighteen. He's great with Grace, but that's different. She's his sister. This baby will be ours, and we will have to take full responsibility for him or her.

Then again, I have always wanted a baby. I love kids, and having kids with Rory would be just incredible. We'd do whatever it takes to make it work, of course.

Then again, we are still young. For some people, this may be the right time. But Rory and I forget to water our plants, so I doubt we are ready for the responsibility of a baby.

And Blair was so insecure during, and after her pregnancy. I love our baby, if this test is right. Of course, I will talk to Rory, and then-

''Sugar,'' Rory knocks on our bathroom door, making me jump ,''You okay?''

Yes. No.

I don't know.

''I'm fine,'' I reply, cursing my voice for cracking.

''Do you need me to get you a glass of water,'' my husband asks, and I nod before remembering that he can't see me ,''Please.''

I hear his footsteps going towards the kitchen, and that gives me enough time to think.

''Here,'' he opens the door slightly, peering in ,''I thought we had some medicine, but we don't. I'll schedule you a doctors appointment when I get back, since you've been sick for a few weeks now.''

''D-doctor's appointment,'' I question, and he nods before leaving.

I follow him out, pregnancy test left in the bathroom, clutching the glass of water in my hands.

''Where are you going, Rory,'' I ask, and he grabs his keys.

'' I am going to the store to get you some medicine,'' Rory replies.

''Okay. And can you get some ice-cream? And bottled water,'' I tell him.

''Sure,'' he kisses me before heading towards the door.

''And y-you might want to pick up some diapers.''

Well… that's one way to tell him.

''D-diapers,'' Rory closes the door, places his keys on the table and strides over to me ,''Sugar, why would we need diapers.''

''Rory… I might be pregnant,'' I admit, looking at the floor and awaiting the backlash.

Blair talked to me earlier, telling her how nervous she and Ryder are. How that escalated into a fight, even though they've been through this once before.

I can't imagine Rory being thrilled about going through this again, what may be just another pregnancy scare, especially now-

''That's great!,'' Rory takes my face in his hands, pressing his lips to mine.

''Rory, I'm nineteen. You are eighteen. Do you really think that we are ready for this,'' I ask him.

''We're married. We're a lot more mature than we were in high school. Besides, we want kids. We're just doing everything a little earlier. I know you don't want… the alternative. Neither do I. We can talk about this. We have adoption, too. I'm just happy,'' he admits.

I bought that test over the weekend, and was too afraid to take it.

Now, I don't even know what I was worried about.

''We have to call the doctor, Rory,'' I insist with a smile ,''To confirm it.''

''Tomorrow,'' he presses another sweet kiss to my lips ,''Tonight, let's just enjoy this.''

That I can definitely agree too.

KPOV-

''That was rude of you,'' I remind Blaine, looking at him as he closes the door to Grace's room ,''Look, I know we have to be there for them. No matter how old they get, they are still our kids. But you didn't have to snap on Adam.''

''Well, Kurt,'' he begins, walking in front of me to our bedroom ,''He didn't have to comment on anything having to do with my daughter.''

''He was giving helpful advice, Blaine. Just how hard it must be for her and Ryder, going through this again, and so young.''

Why don't you see that?

''He doesn't know her, Kurt,'' Blaine looks at me, his usually soft and warm hazel eyes filled with a harshness that is new ,''She's been through a lot, but she comes out better for it. Losing her mom, her body issues, her pregnancy, her eating disorder…. she's not 'fragile'.''

''I know that, and you know that,'' I tell him ,''But he's going through a lot. He and Chandler just broke up, and-''

''And I don't judge him. I don't appreciate him judging my daughter. Our daughter, Kurt,'' Blaine loosens his tie, tugging it off and throwing it on the dresser ,''And I really don't appreciate the fact that most of our conversations have this past week.''

''You're kidding, right,'' I laugh bitterly, and he shakes his head.

''I know you are busy, Kurt. I get that. And I love that you get to work doing what you love. The same way that I get to fulfill my passion of being a teacher. But the fact is that you have spent more time with him than you have with me. Your husband, who is trying to spend some time with you before things get even busier than they already are.''

His eyes are hard as they stare into mine, his arms crossed over his chest like they do when he gets defensive.

Like they did when he used to talk about his dad.

Crap. Out of all the things that I promised him, I promised Blaine that I would never let him feel that bad about himself again.

I'd better fix this.

''You know,'' I sigh ,''I hate to admit it. But you are right. He had no business saying anything, not that I had a right to tell him. He's one of my best friends, we tell eachother a lot. Adam noticed my change in mood when we were getting coffee, and it just came out. I'm sorry.''

He drops his arms, staring at the floor before looking back at me with a heavy sigh.

''I am, too. This is stupid to fight about,'' he crosses over to me, wrapping his arms around me as I do the same to my husband ,''I did apologize to Adam, though. When you went to the nursery to change Grace. He said he understood, and that he crossed a line. So… yeah, I guess we're friends now.''

''Good,'' I press a kiss to his lips ,''Because I want my best friends to get along. I don't like to have two important people in my life fight. And if I ever, ever, ever make you feel inferior, talk to me, Blaine. Don't hold it in. You are my husband. I love you.''

''Kurt Anderson-Hummel, I love you, too.I promise I won't. I just… I talked to my dad, and he's not being as supportive as he said he'd be. I just got… insecure, I guess. And it was wrong of me to take it out on you, and Adam,'' he smiles ,''But I'm glad we worked this out.''

''Me too. And don't listen to your dad, or your ''friends'' who say we won't work. We're in love. I don't like fighting with you.''

The innocent kiss that starts then quickly becomes heated, and we both know where this is going.

''I do,'' I whisper between kisses ,''particularly like the aftermath.''

''The makeup sex,'' he laughs before reconnecting his lips to mine.

''Y-yes. That,'' my voice is breathy as Blaine trails kisses down my neck ,''And I really think we should g-get to that before- Blaine- before Gracie wakes up.''

He doesn't seem to argue with that, instead pulling me onto the bed with him and removing our clothes.

But he won't hear me complaining.

Afterwards, when Blaine and I are under the covers, his arm wrapped around my waist as he presses hot, lazy kisses to my neck, I decide he needs to hear this.

''I love you, Blaine. Don't ever doubt that,'' I remind him.

''Good. I love you, too, Kurt. And if I ever doubted that we'd be okay, I don't anymore. Not after that,'' he let's out a light chuckled, moving closer to me.

''I think you get me mad just so we do that,'' I admit, and Blaine laughs but does not deny it.

''Get some sleep, handsome. I'll wake you up in the morning, and I'll take care of Grace if she wakes up.''

I nod, thanking my husband before closing my eyes.

Sleep overtakes me before I know it, and I'm drifting off, the last thing I see being Blaine's hazel eyes.

Just knowing I will be waking up to him is better than any dream I could ever have.

Because Blaine Anderson-Hummel is my fantasy come to life.

Disclaimer- glee belongs to Fox and Ryan Murphy.