I really meant to have this chapter up sooner. Seriously. I had it written over a week ago, but somehow, it accidentally got deleted and I had to rewrite it all over again. So annoying. :( But I promise I am going to try my best to start updating regularly again. I really, really am...
We'll see, though. Things have just been a little crazy here lately!

I do not own Glee.

It only took three days of being cooped up in the house for Blaine to start feeling stir crazy.

He absolutely hated that he had to either lay in bed or sit on the couch all day when he was used to something entirely different- going to school, singing, dancing. It was annoying. And then there was the fact that he was probably falling behind on his work, which was something he definitely didn't need right now. Graduating on time was a priority. Not to mention it would be nice for him to get back to his job, considering saving money was probably a good idea.

But... he knew that it was all for a good reason. Being on this bed rest, no matter how annoying it may be, was for the best. It was ensuring the safety of his little girl and that's what mattered right now. She was always top priority.

But, goodness, this was annoying. Not only did he have to deal with the feeling of stir-craziness and being sore from the accident, but he had to deal with Kurt. A very worried, paranoid, and hovering Kurt. It was like he was always there every time Blaine so much as sneezed, making sure he didn't need something and then doing just about everything for him.

Blaine knew it was because Kurt was worried. If the roles were reversed, he knew would probably be doing the same thing, which was why he tried his best to just grin and bear it. Kurt was worried. He was just trying to help. However, it was like he had a shadow any time he attempted to move through the house, except instead of being silent, this shadow talked. And nagged. And fretted. A lot.
...and it was just irritating. Which was exactly why, on the third day when he got up to go the bathroom, he just snapped (and he figured he did have good reason, considering he was pregnant- hello, hormones).

"Kurt, don't start," he said through clenched teeth as he stood beside the bed, his eyes fixed on his boyfriend, who was staring back at him with his mouth open, a question still poised on his lips despite Blaine's words.

"Are you okay?" Kurt, who had been sitting in a chair beside the bed, stood up and took a step closer. "Do you need-"

"I'm fine. Just going to the bathroom," Blaine said as he started towards door.

"Again?" Kurt's brow furrowed. "But... you just went not too long ago. Are you sure-"

"I'm pregnant, Kurt!" Blaine suddenly snapped as he whirled around to face his boyfriend. "I have a little person sitting on my bladder, meaning I'm going to have to pee a lot!"

"Okay. I just-"

"You just need to stop! I can't even pee without you jumping down my throat!" Blaine waved a hand in frustration as he snapped at Kurt. "Stop following me around like a dog! Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean you can bug the shit out of me!"

"But-"

"No! No buts! Just leave me alone so I can go take a piss, for god's sake! I'm so sick of you hovering and following me around every time I try to move. I can still handle things myself, you know!" With that, the pregnant teen promptly stomped from the room. A moment later the slamming of the bathroom door could be heard.

"Geez..." Blaine muttered to himself as he leaned against the sink, staring at his reflection for just a moment. He knew that snapping at his boyfriend hadn't been very nice, but he simply could not take it anymore. So he snapped. And was he sorry for it?

'Nope,' he thought as he turned to the toilet to do his business, 'not one bit.'

Kurt stared at the bedroom doorway for a moment, a look of confusion of his face. What in the world had just happened? He didn't get it. Why was Blaine acting that way? He had just wanted to make sure everything was okay… Frowning, he headed to the living room, where both Finn and Carole were watching a television program, and plopped down on the couch with a heavy sigh.

"Hey, man," Finn said.

"Hey," Carole glanced towards her step-son and smiled very slightly, raising an eyebrow when she saw his upset and confused expression.

Kurt looked between the two with a mumble of, "hello." This simple response caused Carole to chuckle and he turned towards her with a frown. "What? I just-"

"You had a fight with Blaine." It was a statement, not a question.

Blinking in surprise, Kurt tilted his head to the side. "How did you know? I didn't even say anything about it yet..."

"Sweetie," Carole laughed with a small shake of the head. "The look on your face is evidence enough. You look like a kicked puppy... And not to mention, we could sort of hear the argument." The last bit was said with a curious look, a clear indication that she wanted to know exactly what had happened between the boys. "Blaine wasn't exactly quiet with his yelling."

A blush appeared across Kurt's cheeks and he let out a small huff. Yeah, he knew Blaine hadn't been quiet- he'd heard him loud and clear. "Well it was stupid...he got mad at me for asking if he was okay." There was a pause where he looked at Carole, who was giving him a skeptical look, and he sighed, "and... and he started going on about how I was smothering him and being annoying..." He trailed off with a shrug. "I dunno what his problem was. He just freaked out on me."

Almost immediately Carole laughed again and held up a had when she saw Kurt about to interject. She had an explanation for this and was going to attempt to make him understand. "I think he had plenty of reason to get a bit annoyed, you know," she finally said, holding up a hand yet again when she saw another interjection coming. "Just let me explain, okay?"

A sigh. "Okay."

"Alright then. Well, I'm going to be honest- you have been hovering over Blaine-"

"But he just got out of the hospital-"

"I know-"

"And I have reason to worry-"

"I know-"

"I'm just trying to help!"

"Kurt! Trust me, I know," Carole said when she had finally gotten the boy to stop interrupting her. "I know you're worried about Blaine, sweetie, I know. You're just trying to help him, but it might be a bit much for him right now. This is a time of high stress, and even though he doesn't need it, I'm sure Blaine's feeling it right now. With the hospital visit, the issue with his father, his worries about falling behind in school, and the fact he's about to become a parent, having you constantly following him might just be more frustrating. The stress might be making him feel a bit helpless. It can be irritating when you can't control or do things for yourself," she explained. "Not to mention, he is pregnant. There's the mood swings that come along with that."

"Hormones," Finn said without looking away from the television.

Both Carole and Kurt turned towards him with looks of surprise, clearly not having expected him to know such a word.

"Learned about it when Quinn was pregnant," he offered as a simple explanation with a shrug.

A small laugh escaped Kurt at that. "Ah." He smiled just briefly and then looked back to Carole, his previous frown returning when he began to speak, "I haven't been meaning to bother him. I just want to help..." he sighed slightly and bit his lower lip. It honestly hadn't occurred to him that he was hovering over Blaine. He'd simply wanted to make sure he was okay and didn't overdo anything when he was supposed to be resting- it would be bad for the baby if he was moving around too much. And Kurt definitely wanted what was best for the baby.

"I know," Carole reached over to pat his knee, "and I'm sure Blaine will understand that. Just give him some time to cool down and then explain to him that you didn't mean any harm. Okay?"

The idea sounded good to Kurt, so he nodded. Knowing Blaine was mad just didn't set well with him.

"Good!" the woman smiled as she shifted on the couch. "In the mean time, maybe you could work on some baby shower plans. Figure out when to have it and what sort of stuff we're going to need."

The simple mention of the shower caused all previous signs of stress to wipe away from Kurt's face. "Yes!" he nodded, grabbing his phone. "I've been looking at different games we could play, and I was thinking having it in a few weeks would be good. That way we can give time for everyone to be here!"

"Mhmm," Carole nodded encouragingly. "Have you thought about a cake?"

"No..." Kurt looked up at her and shook his head. "Not really. Do you think we could make one ourselves? Me and you? It would be really cute if we could make it."

"I'm sure we could."

"Great! And what about snacks? We could make all sorts of stuff..."

/~/

Blaine sighed as he sat down on the edge of his bed, groaning as he slowly scooted towards his pillows. He was having some back pain that made moving around very hard to do- especially the movement of sitting down or standing up- so when he was finally relaxed, he was thankful.

"Okay, little one," he murmured to his stomach. "Let's settle down in there so Daddy can get some rest." Currently, it felt like the baby was doing somersaults in there and he couldn't help but think that his daughter would make a fantastic gymnast. He gently rubbed circles on his middle with the hopes that it would settle the wiggling inside, but it didn't appear to be working. Darn. He knew it was normal for babies to wiggle like that, but it was just frustrating when he was so sore and trying to rest.
But then again… he couldn't bring himself to get too annoyed with his daughter. The little movements and nudges were little reminders of her existence, and when he took a moment to think of that, there was an overwhelming feeling of joy and relief that washed over him. The wiggles meant she was growing and healthy, both things he had been praying for this entire pregnancy- and even more so after the car accident.

"Alright, alright, you keep doing your little boogie in there," he finally said and dropped his hand from his stomach. It didn't seem like she was stopping any time soon, so he was going to give up on his methods of calming her. Another sigh escaped his lips and he relaxed even further into the pillows, thinking maybe he could catch a small nap anyways.

He was just closing his eyes, when suddenly his phone vibrated. It was Finn.

'Hey dude.'

'Hey.'

'U ok up there? I kno Kurt's been buggin u but I just wanted to check.'

A small smile appeared across his face. It was true that he had been annoyed with all the hovering, but he did appreciate the question from Finn. It was kind of cute to see him be concerned.

'Yeah, I'm fine, thanks. Just Resting.'

'Ok then. Yell if u need me or Kurt.'

'I will.'

Still smiling, he placed the phone aside, wondering if Kurt was going crazy yet. When Blaine had returned from the bathroom, the countertenor had been gone, and he was beginning to think maybe he hurt his feelings; however, he also knew it probably wouldn't be long before Kurt was back, simply because he worried so much and would want to check on him.

'I guess I can apologize when he gets back,' he thought with a small shrug, deciding he wouldn't get up to find the other boy. His ankles were swollen, and besides… he knew he'd be forgiven. He was pregnant and hormonal, and Blaine knew that if he gave Kurt his big, signature puppy dog eyes, he would forgive just about anything he had done.

Yay for puppy dog eyes!

The next chapter will probably contain some news on Blaine's father and some cute Kurt/Michelle bonding while they plan the baby shower. :)