A/N: A week ago this chapter was almost done, but I accidentally deleted it, so I had to rewrite it. At least I think this one is better.

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Blaine let out a shaky breath closing his eyes. He leaned against the wall, but his legs soon gave up and he sunk to the floor. Blaine had no idea what was going on with him anymore. He pulled his knees close to his chest and rested his head on top of them. Tears started rolling down his cheeks, and he was too exhausted to stand up from the cold floor and make his way to his dorm, that was only couple of feet away.

Blaine knew that he shouldn't have kissed Kurt, but it wasn't his only concern. He was afraid that he might have feelings for Kurt. The thought wasn't terrifying itself, but the consequences were. Blaine didn't want to screw up their friendship. His life was a mess, and he didn't know what he would do without Kurt's warm smile, beautiful eyes and soothing words.

"Blaine? Are you okay?" Blaine looked up in surprise to find a pair of brown eyes staring back at him. David was dressed in blue shirt and black jeans. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets. Blaine could see that the boy was worried about him.

"I'm not okay." Blaine whispered.

David sat down on the floor beside him and brushed away a curl from his sweaty forehead. "What's wrong, Blaine?" He paused for a moment seeing that the boy was too exhausted to form a replay. "I know we're not as close as we used to be, but I am still your friend."

David rested his hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Please, talk to me."

"I c-can't." Blaine stuttered. He couldn't stop sobbing violently. "Not here. Let's go to my dorm." David stood up and helped Blaine to his feet, before wrapping his arm around his waist and leading them to Blaine's dorm. He sat the shorter boy down on the bed and locked the door. Then he opened the closet, took out a red blanket and wrapped it around Blaine's shaking shoulders.

Blaine looked up at him, silently saying 'thank you'. David just smiled at him and sat down next to his friend. Neither of them said anything. David waited patiently several minutes for Blaine to calm down. When Blaine stopped shaking, and his tears dried off, David put his arms around Blaine's shoulder pulling him closer. Even though they hadn't talked to each other for a while, the silence wasn't awkward, but comfortable.

"So you're not with Sebastian anymore." It was more a statement than a question, but Blaine shook his head anyway. "May I ask why?"

Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He didn't know what to say to his friend. Would he be mad at him? "We're different people now. Two silly boys that fell in love with each other back then are gone." David nodded his head prompting him to continue. Blaine's hand wandered to his stomach, and he rubbed it gently. It was the reason why he was a different person. There was another small, vulnerable, human being that needed his love and care. He would do anything to keep his child safe.

Then he remembered about another reason why his life was so different now. Kurt was a part of it. Deep down he knew that his feelings towards blue-eyed boy weren't exactly platonic. "I wish my life was easier." He said softly looking down at his hand, ignoring the fact that David could see everything. "I wish I still had dreams and a bright future ahead of me." Blaine could see that his friend was confused, but the black boy didn't say a single word. Blaine was grateful for that. "I keep thinking that I am strong enough to...do all of this, but there are moments when I just want to lock myself in the bathroom and never come out."

David started rubbing his arm up and down. "What are you talking about, Blaine?"

Blaine was silent for a moment, trying to come up with a perfect way to tell his friend about his pregnancy. "Couple of weeks ago I started getting sick. I thought it was just a stomach bug, but...it wasn't." Blaine looked up at David, making eye contact. ''I am pregnant, David. The is the main reason we aren't together. Sebastian doesn't want to have children, and I...I don't know yet what to do with my child, but I can't let Sebastian control my life and decisions."

David stared into his eyes for several seconds, then his gaze landed on Blaine's stomach where his precious baby was. Blaine took one of David's hands and pressed it to his stomach sensing boy's hesitation, His hands remained there for a couple of minutes. "Wow." David finally said removing his hand. ''This is weird. I don't even know what to think. Are you happy about it?"

Blaine wrapped the blanket tighter around himself. "I guess. It's weird to know that I'm not only responsible for myself, but also for this small person." He smiled softly. "But it's nice feeling to know that I will never be alone again.'' His face fell. ''If I decide to keep it.''

''What about your parents?" Blaine looked down in shame. ''They don't know, do they?" Blaine shook his head.

"I should have done that as soon as I found out, but there was too much things going on."

"I'm sorry.'' David said suddenly causing Blaine to look up at him. "For not being a friend that you deserve."

"Don't apologize. It's fine. We're all busy." Blaine smiled softly at his friend. "Thanks for bringing me here. I was a mess." His smile disappeared as soon as he remembered about the reason behind his break down.

"Hey, what's wrong?" David asked.

"It's weird." Blaine said matter-of-factly. ''Only a couple of days ago I was head over heels in love with Sebastian, I thought he was the love of my life, and now...I have feelings for someone else." David's eyes went wide. "I feel like a slut. It feels so wrong to be over him so quickly." Blaine sighed. ''And the worst part of it is that I have to hide these feelings, because I don't want to hurt anybody. Seriously, who would want to date pregnant seventeen year old?"

''You need to calm down." David said softly. ''You're not a slut, and it's not wrong to like another person. It's not your fault. It just happens, okay?" Blaine nodded his head slowly trying to convince himself that his friend was right. ''Can I ask you who this person is?"

Blaine closed his eyes for a moment. He took a deep breath telling himself that David was his friend, and wouldn't judge him. ''It's Kurt. I…umm, kissed him today. That's why I'm so confused now." He reopened his eyes and looked up at David. ''I know I'm silly, but he's just…perfect. I can't get the image of his angelic face out of my mind. The way he smiles, the way the light dances in his beautiful eyes. The moment we kissed…it felt like magic."

Blaine looked up at Kurt's beautiful, ocean-like eyes. He stared into them for a couple of seconds, before his gaze landed on his pink, kissable lips. He felt like he had been waiting for this moment forever. Blaine leaned forward wrapping his arms around his friend's waist. As soon as their lips met, Kurt let out a soft gasp. It took him a brief moment to realize what was going on, before his warm hands found their way into Blaine's hair.

They kissed for what seemed like forever, forgetting completely about the world around them. In that moment they were just two boys that wanted to be together. Eventually, they were both out of breath, so reluctantly Blaine pulled away.

''Kurt, I…" Blaine wanted to say something, but words didn't seem to be enough to describe his emotions. He wanted to share everything with this boy. His deepest secrets, dreams, fears.

But then, suddenly, the moment was over, and Blaine was pulled out of his fantasies. He couldn't get himself carried away like that.

''Oh my God." He glanced at Kurt. ''I'm so sorry. God, I am so stupid. I have to go."

He looked around trying to find a way out. He was starting to panic. As much as he wanted to stay in Kurt's embrace forever, he had to think about consequences. This time he had to be responsible.

He jumped out of bed and left the room as soon as possible.

''Dude, are you still with me?" David gently shook his friend's shoulder bringing him back to the present.

Blaine looked up at him and slowly nodded his head. ''I just don't know what to do with these feelings. I'm so confused."

''You're exhausted." David pointed out. ''Go to sleep, and try not to think about it too much, okay? Just forget for a while and relax."

''Easier said than done.'' Blaine said laughing humourlessly. ''Not everyday you discover that you have feelings for your best friend.''

''Just do as I say.'' David said. ''Go to sleep, Blaine.''

David pulled him into a tight embrace and stood up from the bed. ''I hope we can catch up again someday.''

Blaine smiled warmly. ''Me too."

When Blaine opened his eyes the next morning, his situation didn't seem as bad as the day before. He rolled out of bed stretching out his muscles and walked over to the window to admire the view. The world was bathed in the sun, and it looked like it was going to be a good day. Then he went to the bathroom to make himself look presentable. When his hair was gelled down the way he liked, and he was satisfied with his clothes, the dark-haired boy excited his dorm locking the door behind himself.

Blaine walked down the corridor, down the stairs and entered nearly empty cafeteria. He picked up an empty tray and took an apple, orange juice, and a toast with peanut butter. He usually ate more, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to keep the food down this time. Morning sickness was horrible and he didn't want to ran all the way back to his dorm to throw up, or what's worse throw up all over the floor in front of other students. He made his way over to the empty table in the corner and sat on the chair.

Even though he was calmer, thoughts were still running through his mind. He needed to talk to Kurt and explain everything to him. Their friendship was special, and he didn't want to screw this up. It was far too important to him to risk ruining it. He ate his breakfast for a couple of minutes in silence, until he heard soft footsteps, and two figures appeared in front of him. Jeff and Nick, without saying anything sat down next to him and started rambling.

''Hurry up, Nick." Jeff said talking a bite of his apple. ''We need to leave as soon as possible. Ugh, there's still so much to do. We need to make a quick stop on the way to my house. There still no plastic cubs…''

''Yeah, I know.'' Nick said rolling his eyes. ''Why do I always have to be the one helping you?"

Jeff grinned at him. ''Because best friend help each other, right?''

''Right.'' Nick said. ''So why didn't you help me with my math homework the other day, huh? You know that all of these numbers just confuse me.''

''Because it was Friday then.'' Jeff pointed out. ''And on Fridays I'm not in my 'wise tutor Jeff' mode."

''Do you need any help, guys?" They both turned their eyes to Blaine. ''I have nothing to do.'' other than talking to Kurt his mind added.

''No, it's fine. Jeff secretly loves helping me.'' Nick's cheeks suddenly flushed red. ''Oh, don't be shy Nicky. We all know that you have a crush on my older sister."

Blaine laughed. Being with these two was so easy. ''Where's Kurt? Umm, I need to talk to him about something.''

Nick and Jeff shared a knowing look. ''He's still in the dorm. He keeps saying that he needs to finish his essay today. Jeez, the kid's weird.''

Blaine nodded his head and returned to eating his food listening to the two other boys.

After breakfast Blaine was going to go straight to Kurt's dorm. They needed to talk if they wanted to stay friends, and Blaine really wanted Kurt to remain his friend.

Blaine put on a brave face and started walking down the hallway. Just as he was about to walk up the stairs, a woman in her mid-twenties, Janet grabbed his elbow. She was headmaster's secretary. It was weird to see a woman in all boys school. She was quite attractive, so there was a lot of students that had a crush on her. It wasn't surprising, considering the fact that she was the only woman that these poor boys could see on daily basis.

''Blaine Anderson, right?" She asked. Blaine nodded. ''It's hard to forget this hair." Blaine blushed slightly. ''Anyway, Mr. Walker wants to see you. He's waiting for you in the office. You have to go as soon as you can.'' She flashed him a fake smile and walked away leaving him in the middle of the hallway.

He stood there for a while thinking about her words. He hoped he wasn't in trouble. Blaine really didn't need right now any more problems. There was already enough on his plate. He sighed shoving his hands into his pockets. He turned around and started walking towards the office. He stood in front of the door for a moment, but then took a deep breach and knocked. Several seconds passed in silence until he heard deep, male voice. ''Come in."

Blaine pushed the door open and entered the small room. The office was a little overwhelming. There was too much ugly, expensive paintings hanging on the walls, and a vase of silk flowers in the corner wasn't necessary. Mr. Walker was sitting at the desk, with his hands joined on top of it. ''Please, sit down, Blaine. Make yourself comfortable. It can take a while.'' Blaine hesitantly sat down on the uncomfortable chair crossing his arms over his chest. Maybe he should be sitting differently to show his headmaster that he had nothing to hide, but something about this seemed off, and Blaine didn't want to make himself look exposed in front of that man. Mr. Walked sighed and opened the top drawer. He took out an envelope and pushed it towards Blaine.

The dark-haired boy studied the object for a moment, before looking back up at the middle-aged man. ''Open it.'' The man said shortly. Blaine took an envelop with his trembling hands and slowly opened it. He took out of it a small, black-and-white picture. He immediately knew what it was. He would recognize this picture everywhere. He stared at the picture for a couple of minutes and turned his pair of hazel eyes back to Mr. Walker. ''Do you know what it is?" Blaine slowly nodded his head. There was no point in lying. He would find out sooner or later. ''Good, care to explain to me why one of the students brought this to me yesterday telling me that one my brightest students is pregnant?'' Blaine didn't say anything. He knew that the man already knew everything. ''Are you pregnant, Blaine?"

Blaine stared into space behind Mr. Walker's head for a while before slowly nodding his head. ''Wow, I though it would be harder. Now I need to call your parents. You can wait in the hallway, or in your dorm. I don't care as long as you are on the school grounds.'' Blaine's eyes went wide and he started furiously shaking his head. It couldn't be happening. He was supposed to tell them himself.''

''No.'' He said firmly. ''You don't understand. I promise I will tell them the next weekend, but please don't call them.''

Mr. Walked shook his head firmly. ''I'm sorry Blaine, but I have to do that. You can leave my office now.''

Blaine wanted to scream at him, but he knew that he would get into even bigger trouble, so he just nodded his head and left the office closing the door shut. The hallways were busier than before, but most of the students were at their homes, so still there wasn't many people than he could bump into on his way to the dorm. He was glad for that, because when he reached his dorm he couldn't remember walking there.

He sat on his bed and buried his head into his hands. He was afraid. It wasn't the best way to inform his parents about the baby. He should have done it right away.

Now their reaction would be much worse. Everything coming out of Mr. Walker's mouth sounded bad. Blaine couldn't stand sitting. He stood up and started pacing his room back and forth. His mind started creating the most scary scenarios. He would get kicked out of his home. He would have to live on the streets in the cold, he would give birth to his baby in some dark allay, and not long after that someone would take it away and he would never get the chance to see his baby again.

He shook his head. Blaine knew that his parents wouldn't do something like that, or at least he hoped so. What about Dalton? He didn't know if pregnant teen was allowed to board. He was positive that it actually wasn't a rule, since carriers weren't common, but the headmaster would do anything to keep the status of perfect school. Blaine just hoped that he would get a chance to perform on Regionals. It would be probably his last performance.

There was no doubt that his life was going to change drastically. Blaine would have to ask his parents for a private tutor. There was no way in hell that he was going back to a public school. Especially now, when he was pregnant. Now if he got hurt, his baby would get hurt too. He wouldn't let that happen. He could still remember how much it hurt to get shoved into a locker, how much it hurt to hear that he was a fag. He knew that he wouldn't be able to suffer through something like that again.

Blane stopped walking and sat back down on the bed. Tears filled his eyes, but he didn't start crying. He couldn't. He had to stay strong. For himself and for the child growing inside of hm. There would be plenty of reasons to cry in the future.

When Blaine opened the door, his dad was already there, sitting on one of the uncomfortable chair and looking at him with a confused look on his face. There was no anger in his eyes, what meant that he didn't know about Blaine's situation yet. When he realized that his mother was nowhere to be found, his face fell. It would be nice to have her there to support him.

''Hi, dad.'' Blaine said.

''Hello, Blaine.'' Paul replied, then turned his attention to Mr. Walker. ''Can we get to the point now, Mr. Walker?"

''Of course, have a seat, Blaine.'' He sat down on the chair, waiting for the headmaster to tell the news. ''Can I ask you a few questions, Mr. Anderson?"

''Of course.'' Paul replied.

''Okay.'' Mr. Walked took a deep breath. ''Do you know that your son is gay?"

Paul shifted in his seat glancing at Blaine. ''Yes, I do. Is it a problem?"

''Of course not.'' The blond-haired man said immediately. ''No one cares about Blaine's sexuality in this school as you probably know by now.'' Paul just nodded his head prompting him to continue. ''And do you know that..."

Blaine couldn't stop himself. He didn't want his dad to find out like that. ''I'm pregnant.'' He blurted out. Paul immediately turned his eyes to him.

Blaine closed his eyes, waiting for yelling to start.

''What?" He heard his dad's voice. Blaine reopened his eyes and locked them with Paul's. There was still no anger in them. ''What are you talking about, son?"

''Umm, yeah,...I'm pregnant.'' Blaine said shrugging. He looked down at his hands resting in his lap. ''There's nothing to add.''

The room was silent for several minutes, until Mr. Walker cleared his throat. ''Yeah, so that's the reason you're here, Mr. Anderson. We have a couple of things to discuss.'' Paul kept staring open-mouthed at Blaine. ''As you can probably understand, Mr. Anderson Blaine can't keep learning at Dalton.'' That got Blaine's dad to look back at him. ''You have to understand that this school has to keep its status. Blaine is one of our brightest students, and I am so sorry to say that, but he can't stay here.''

It was obvious that he wasn't really sorry. Blaine was just another, unimportant kid to him. It was a danger to keep him at Dalton, because some student could tell their parents about Blaine's situation. There was a possibility that they could stop paying the tuition and the school would run out of money.

Paul stared at the headmaster for almost a full minute, before he finally seemed to understand what was happening. ''I don't understand. These boys are just teenagers.'' He gestured at Blaine. ''They don't know what they're doing. It's your job to make sure that every night they sleep in their own beds. Don't you know how this might end? I'm not talking only about unwanted pregnancies. Carriers are not common, so I understand that you might not consider having one of your students pregnant as a real danger, but they can get sick if no one makes sure that they stay away from each other.''

''You do realize that it's impossible, right?" It was clear that Mr. Walker was annoyed. ''How are we supposed to do that? They're not kids anymore. Do you want us to install cameras in their rooms or remove the locks? It's ridiculous. We have to respect their privacy.'' He paused for a moment. ''And I believe you know that it's parents' job to talk with their kid about the things they should or shouldn't do.''

Paul didn't say anything, just lowered his gaze. He knew that it was a lost battle.

Blaine wanted to say something, he didn't want to leave Dalton. It was a place where he had met his best friends, Sebastian and...Kurt. He was safe here. No one could hurt him.

And now his happiness could be gone. Just like that. Forever.

Tears filled his eyes and he had to take several deep breath not to cry. ''Please, don't make me leave.'' His voice cracked just a bit. He wrapped his arms around himself trying to bring himself a little comfort. ''I can't go back to public school.'' He said shaking his head. ''I just can't.''

''I'm sorry, Blaine.'' Mr. Walker said, but he couldn't hear his emotionless voice.

''When does he have to leave?''

''As quickly as possible. Preferably today. Make sure to return the key.''

Blaine felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see his dad standing in front of him with sad expression on his face. Blaine stood up from the chair, and left the room, not bothering to wait for his dad.

It could be the last time he was in his dorm. Two single beds, a wooden bookshelf with all of his favourite books, a desk with a pile of papers of top of it, a red, fluffy (unmatching) carpet on the floor. Everything was a painful remainder of all the happy (and not exactly happy) memories.

Blaine took a deep breath and walked over to the closet to take out his duffel bag. When he opened it, the first things he noticed were thee small boxes underneath the hangers with clothes. He had no idea what to with them.

''Do you need any help with packing?" Blaine turned around to see his father standing uselessly in the middle of the room. He wanted to scream at him for acting like that, like everything was alright.

Instead of it he closed his eyes for a second sighing. ''Just stop.'' Blaine looked up at his father crossing his arms over his chest. ''Don'tpretend that you don't care and it's all fine by you.''

Paul shook his head and rubbed his face. ''I think this is a conversation that we should have at home.''

Blaine nodded his head, and turned around to take the bag, but before he did that he asked. ''Where's mom?"

''She's out with her friends for a week in Los Angeles.'' Blaine knew that it wasn't her fault that she wasn't there, but he still was sad that he couldn't melt into her embrace.

When he was done with packing, he looked at three items that he still didn't know what to do with. A brown scarf, green cashmere sweater and a book about The Second World War. He knew that he would still give the book to Wes, and he didn't want to have anything to do with Sebastian, so he could throw the sweater away.

But he didn't know what to do with the scarf. Blaine needed to talk to Kurt about their friendship (and the kiss), but it seemed like today he wouldn't get the chance to do so. He didn't want to talk to his friend in a rush. He had to explain everything to him, his feelings and it would take longer than ten minutes.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and he jumped a little in surprise. ''Are you all ready to go, Blaine?"

He sadly nodded his head, packed all three presents into his duffel bag (he would deal with them later), swung it over his shoulder and made his way to the door. He took one last look at his old room, smiling at it sadly. Then he closed the door and turned the key in the lock.

A new chapter of his life was beginning, but he wasn't ready for that.

Paul Anderson opened the door and let his youngest son in. Blaine entered the house, took off his shoes and set the bag on the floor. Then he took off the coat and hung it on the hook. He then noticed that his father was looking at him expectantly.

His eyes were different. Blaine could see that Paul wasn't angry, but...disappointed.

''Let's go to the living room.'' Paul said leaving no place to argue. Blaine obediently followed his father to the living room and sat on the couch, Paul choose to sit on the armchair opposite his son. Blaine looked around the room. Everything was still the same. A beautiful fireplace, flat screen TV, expensive paintings and other useless stuff. Even through everything was so familiar, Blaine felt like an intruder.

Before Paul could say anything, Blaine opened his mouth and said. ''I'm sorry.''

Paul watched his son for a moment, before clearing his throat. ''I'm sorry I haven't been the best father to you lately.'' Blaine titled his head to the side. He could hear everything perfectly, but he couldn't understand the words. ''I should have been more supportive, understanding. It must be hard to think that your own father doesn't care about you, but I do, Blaine. I love you. You're my son and nothing is ever gonna change it.'' Blaine had never seen his father cry before. Now he looked like tears could start streaming down his cheeks at any moment. ''Now I know all that. A month ago my friend's son died, and I realized that we don't have forever.''

Blaine slowly nodded his head. He still couldn't belive that his father finally was admitting his mistakes. ''I know it can be difficult to accept something like that.'' He said. ''But I can't forgive you. Not now. You have to give me some time.''

''I understand.'' Paul said. ''And now about this...'' He pointed at Blaine's stomach. ''How did that happen?"

Blaine looked down in shame. ''Well, me and my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, we-''

''Wait, what?" His father asked raising his eyebrow. ''Does that mean that you aren't together anymore?" Blaine sadly shook his head, not looking up at his dad. ''That son of bitch...'' That made Blaine look up. ''What is his name?''

''I don't need him, dad.'' Blaine said honestly.

''What is his name, Blaine?" Paul repeated.

''Sebastian,'' Blaine said softly. ''His name is Sebastian Smythe.''

''I have to talk to him and his parents.''

Blaine took a deep breath. ''Please, don't. I don't even know what to do with the child.''

''You should think about your future, son. I think the best option is to give the baby up for adoption.'' Paul said. His eyes were softer now.

''Maybe you're right.'' Blaine said playing with the material of his blue hoodie. ''But I need time to think about it.''

Paul nodded. ''How far along are you?"

''Seven weeks.'' Blaine said pressing his hand to his stomach. As soon as he started rubbing it gently, a smile formed on his lips. ''Cooper took me a couple of days ago to the doctor and she said that everything was fine.''

''You should have told us sooner.'' Paul said.

''I know, but I was afraid.''

''It has been a long day.'' His father begun. ''I think we both need some rest. Go to your room, unpack, call your friends. We can talk about it more tomorrow. Now I can't even yell at your for being so irresponsible.'' Blaine nodded his head, and was about to leave the room, when his dad added. ''It doesn't mean that I am not mad at you, Blaine, but I think that being expelled from Dalton is enough of a punishment for you.''

Blaine wanted to ask his father about school, but he really was tired, so he just nodded his head one more time. ''Thank you, dad. For trying to understand me.''

He returned to the hallway, took his duffel bag and climbed up the stairs. When he entered his room, he knew that he would have to get used to his room, house and parents all over again. It didn't feel like a place where he belonged.

Not anymore.

He looked around his room trying to imagine what it would look like if there was a crib, and toys and other stuff for a little baby.

No, he couldn't think about it when he still didn't know if he would keep the baby or not. Blaine knew that his dad was probably right, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to give something as precious as his own child away.

Blaine sighed looking at his keyboard. His mother had bought it for him for his tenth birthday. He would give anything to have her beside him in that moment. Blaine sat down at the piano and smoothed his hand over the keys. He took a moment to close his eyes and clear his mind, before he pressed down the buttons and let the music fill his body, mind and heart.