Prologue

How did Kurt get here? Never in a million years did he think he would pregnant and alone. He never should have left Ohio, but how could he stay? The man he loved broke his heart more times than he could count. Kurt's dad had moved away and his brother was dead. Ohio was just painful memories for him. So there he was, 29 years old, alone in NYC, and pregnant.

Don't underestimate him, being in NYC is amazing. He have my dream job of being a fashion designer. His closest friends are there with him. The only thing missing? A father for his child. The man who had gotten him pregnant doesn't even know about the baby. And there was no way Kurt could get in touch with him. He didn't even know

Let's take our time tonight, girl

Above us all the stars are watchin'

There's no place I'd rather be in this world

Your eyes are where I'm lost in

Underneath the chandelier

We're dancin' all alone

There's no reason to hide

What we're feelin' inside

Right now

-Bruno Mars

Chapter 1

"Kurt. Kurt! Hey, wake up!" The voice of his roommate and best friend Jeff called out to him. "Hey, you're gonna be late for work. Jace has already been here asking if you're coming in today."

Kurt rolled over in his bed and groaned. What was the point of owning his own company if people questioned if he was coming in. "Is he still here?" He asked groggily.

"No, he said he was going in to prepare for the meeting. Something about a fashion show."

Kurt sat up and rubbed his eyes. " Fuck, I almost forgot about that damn show." He climbed out of bed and headed towards his bathroom. He quickly showered and ran through his facial routine before walking out of the bathroom.

Jeff was sitting on the bed, coffee in his hands. "There's my sexy best friend."

Kurt blushed, walking past him into the closet. "Flirting with me isn't going to get a blowjob. If you wanted one, you should have woken me up earlier."

Jeff laughed, bounding into the closet behind him. "Are you sure you don't wanna blow me? I even made you coffee."

Kurt pulled on a pair of lime green skinny jeans, shaking his head. "No caffeine remember?"

"So you're keeping it? I mean, you did abort Chan's kid."

Kurt grabbed a white button down with pineapples on it, slipping it on. "I wasn't ready to be a father when I got pregnant then. Plus, I think I'll look super sexy pregnant."

"No doubt about that babe. But you don't even know this guy. And you're gonna keep his kid?"

Kurt finished buttoning his shirt and went to grab his black Doc Martins. "It's my kid. And I want to keep it. Who knows, maybe I'll see him again. He was really hot."

"I assumed he was when you brought him home."

Kurt laughed, grabbing a jacket. "Yeah well, I don't fuck ugly boys. You should know that. And hell, maybe he has a friend that I can hook you up with."

Jeff feigned shock. "You'd hook me up with a stranger. What kind of man do you take me for?"

"The same man who let me fuck him the day we met." He walked out of his closest, grabbing his wallet and keys. "Alright, I'm off to work. Before Jace comes back."

Jeff rolled his eyes at his friend and smiled. They both knew what Kurt has said was true. Jeff wouldn't call himself a slut, nor would Kurt, but after the years of getting fucked over, it was always nice having meaningless sex.

That was until Kurt ended up pregnant.

"If you hadn't been so desperately sexy, you wouldn't have touched me." Jeff quipped, following Kurt downstairs.

Kurt laughed. "Me, desperate. I'll say more like drunk and horny and you looked like a good lay. And guess what, I was right." He walked over to his friend and pecked him on the cheek. "See ya after work." And with that, Kurt was out of the door.

()()()()()

Blaine Anderson rolled over and looked at his sleeping pregnant husband, Eli. His stomach was in knots and he felt sweat bead on his forehead. They both knew their marriage was over, but Blaine never thought he would cheat and with a drag queen no less. It wasn't in his nature, but he did. And secretly, he loved sleeping with that guy. And unbeknownst to anyone, he went out to see that mystery man every chance he got.

Sighing, he climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom. His mind swam with the thoughts of the man he had fucked three months ago. The man has been in his mind since that night. Because of that beautiful, pale man, Blaine had pulled away from Eli. His husband just didn't do it for him any longer.

That mystery man brought out an excitement in Blaine that he hasn't had since he was in high school. Now, almost 30, Blaine felt young again. But only when he thought about that pale man.

His dick became hard the more and more he thought about that night. Another jerk session in the shower before work. Which is precisely what he did as soon as the hot spray hit his hard body. Careful not to be too loud, Blaine allowed his mind to flow back to that night.

Blaine had just gotten off of a thirteen hour shift at the hospital. As one of the only male pregnancy doctors in NYC, his days are often jam packed full. He wanted to just take the night off and relax, and he was off the next two days so he could do just that. But for tonight, he wanted to go out to the bar and just be a single man. Abliet being married to his high school sweetheart.

Before walking into Moulin Rouge Speakeasy, he slipped his wedding ring off and stuck it in his pocket. He showed the bouncer his ID, walking in and going directly to the bar. Ordering the strongest drink he could, he looked around at the other patrons. Some really sexy men and beautiful women. But he was here for the show. The drag show.

Drink in hand, a wad of cash in his pocket, Blaine walked to the main stage and took a seat directly in the middle.

He discovered this place back in med school. Once his closest classmates discovered he was gay, they thought it would be great to introduce him to the best gay bar in Greenwich: Moulin Rouge Speakeasy. Drag shows on the weekends, amateur nights on Wednesdays, and the rest of the week was a surprise to everyone.

He sipped his drink, grabbing his phone as he waited for the show to start. Eli had texted him:

•hey beautiful, Kacey has a cold. Can you bring home some medicine for him?•

Blaine replied back with a quick "yeah" and put his phone away. Music began pounding through the speakers which only meant one thing; the show was about to start.

"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Moulin Rouge! Put your hands together for your hostess with the mostest, Porcelain Queen!"

As Porcelain walked out, Versaceon theFloor by Bruno Mars began playing. She had on a skin tight dress that left nothing to the imagination. A long, curly blond wig adorned her head. Red lipstick caressed her mouth. She walked out onto the stage and starting singing. To Blaine, it looked like she was singing directly to him and his dick got instantly hard.

Porcelain danced and sang to the song, collecting her tips as she went along. When she walked over to Blaine, she had stripped out of the dress and was only clad in black leather and lace lingerie. She moved to sit on a drooling Blaine's lap.

Blaine reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of bills and stuffed them into her panties. She grabbed his hand as he did so, pushing his hand against her crotch.

One of them groaned, neither are sure who though. She smiled and got off of him, going on to get more tips to finish the song. When the song ended, she stuffed all of her money in her bra and panties before grabbing the mic.

"Hello all of you beautiful people!" She looked at Blaine who was blushing. "Guys guess what? I'm going home with that sexy man over there!"

The crowd cheered and clapped. Blaine, he only blushed more and had to rearrange his package in his pants.

The show went on and every time Porcelain came out on stage, she was in something sexier and the songs she did became raunchier. By the end of the first show, Blaine was a sweaty, horny mess.

"That's the end of the first show, were going to take a thirty minute intermission. Go get a drink, take pictures with your favorite drag queens or whatever. See you in half an hour."

A dance song started blasting over the speakers. Blaine needed to take care of business before he exploded. He made his way through the sweaty dancing bodies to the bathroom. He found the biggest stall and locked himself in.

He pulled down his pants and started doing the business. Moans rolled off his lips involuntarily and he tried to catch them.

The door opened just as a loud groan escaped him. He clamped his free hand over his mouth, trying to stifle any noise.

Heels clicked on the tile floor coming towards him. "Don't be quiet on my account." The stall door giggled a little and then the lock was popped free. Blaine looked up and saw Porcelain standing there in the first outfit. Minus the dress. "Want some help with that?"

Blaine couldn't manage words, so he just nodded. Porcelain walked into the stall, relocking the door. She put her heel in the lock. "This is the only way it stays closed."

She dropped to her knees, took Blaine's member in her perfectly manicured hands and stroked him slowly. She smiled up at him, he tongue sticking out of her mouth slightly. "I haven't seen you here before. I would have remembered a hot guy like you."

Blaine moaned, leaning against the wall. "I uh, I haven't been here in a while..."

She wrapped her blood red lips around his length, swallowing him whole.

"Oh fuuuuck..." He groaned, balling his hands into fists.

She bobbed her head quickly, reaching up to massage his balls. She took him to the back of her throat again, humming.

And that was it. Blaine came harder than he'd ever had. He fell back some, trying to catch himself as she milked him for everything he had to give.

She pulled off with a wet pop of the lips. A string of saliva and come hanging from her lips. She quickly caught it with her fingers before licking it off and swallowing it. She stood up and smiled at him. "I'll be waiting by the back door at the end of the next show." And with that, she was gone.

Blaine stood there, half slumped and blinked slowly. After a few minutes he was able to gather himself and get presentable. He fixed himself and went back out.

The next show started and he couldn't wait until it was over. He was going to fuck that drag queen senseless.

The show ended and Blaine walked out of the bar and went to the back. True to her, um his now, word, Porcelain stood waiting by the back door.

Out of drag, this guy was fucking hot. Strong jaw line, beautiful glasz eyes and chestnut hair. He was wearing skin tight blue jeans and a tank top that matched his eyes. He was very muscular which Blaine hadn't even noticed before.

The guy smiled at Blaine. "Follow me home?"

"Um, yeah. Sure."

The guy chuckled. "Never seen a drag queen out of drag in person before?"

Blaine chuckled too. More out of embarrassment than anything." No. You're the first."

"I have a feeling there are going to be a lot of firsts tonight." He smiled and walked over to his car.

Blaine walked to his and followed his booty call to his house. Once in the house, mouths clashed and clothes came off instantly. The guy pulled Blaine up to his bedroom, throwing him on the bed.

"You're gonna fuck me, and you're gonna fuck me." He said.

Blaine nodded quickly, grabbing the man and pulling him down. He rolled them over so that he was on top. "Lube?"

The guy laughed. "Oh God you're so cute. I don't need it. I had my dick up my ass all night and I'm pretty sure I'm nice and wet down there."

Blaine looked confused.

"Sweetie. How else do you think I made that lingerie look like an actual pussy was there. Here." He grabbed Blaine's and hand rubbed it over his hole. "Put a finger in there."

Blaine pushed a finger inside the man and gasped. He pulled it out and it was covered in come.

"See? Now fuck me."

And that's exactly what Blaine did. He slammed into the slender man. The man cried out, digging his nails into Blaine's arm.

Blaine set a punishing pace, fast and hard, hitting that sweet bundle of nerves each time he slammed in. He was glad the guy had popped off his fake nails or else, he'd have bigger bruises. And that would be something to explain to Eli.

His hips stuttered when Eli popped into his mind. He shook his head, trying to get the other man out of his head. Tonight was a good night. Not a night at home with his nagging husband.

Once he regained his focus, he went back to slamming into the man.

"Oh my God, you fuck me so good. Don't stop!" The man yelled.

All of a sudden, the bedroom door opened and a head poked in. "Holy shit!"

The man grabbed the nearest thing and threw it towards the intruder. "Get out!"

"You didn't put a thong on the door how was I supposed to know!" The other guy said as he left.

Blaine laughed, but still keeping up his rhythm. "Roommate?"

"Let's not talk about him. Just fuck me, please."

"Your wish is my command."

He slowed his pace but still slammed in hard until he was calling out and filling that sweet ass up.

"Oh my fuck..." He panted. He waited a few moments before pulling out. He watched his come drip out if the man's whole and moaned. "God, that's hot as fuck."

"You should see what happens when I'm really full of come..."

Blaine moaned again, leaning down to kiss the man.

Blaine opened his eyes and saw that he had come all over the shower wall. He quickly cleaned it up and washed himself. He dressed in dress slacks and a button down. He slipped his shoes on, grabbed his wallet and keys and left the house. He didn't even bother to wake up Eli.

Once he arrived at the hospital, he went up to his office. There was nothing scheduled for this morning so he could get caught up on paperwork.

A few hours into paperwork, his pager went off with an emergency in the emergency room.

When he arrived at the room he was paged to, he stopped dead in his tracks. Sitting in the bed was the man he had fucked three months ago. But that was the most shocking part, oh no. The shocking part was, that this man was pregnant.