Darling I'll catch a grenade for ya

Do anything for ya

I'll go through all this pain, put a bullet straight through my brain

Yeah, darling I'll die for ya

But you won't do the same

-Bruno Mars

Chapter 2

Kurt arrived at work, mint tea in hand. Jace met him at the door.

"You know, just because your name is on the door doesn't mean you don't have to show up on time to meetings."

Kurt walked into the building, pressing the button for the elevator. "If you want to keep your job and fucking my best friend, I suggest you leave me the fuck alone."

They both stepped into the elevator when the doors opened and rode up to the twentieth floor in awkward silence.

"Um, everyone is waiting for you in the conference room." Jace said and walked away.

Kurt sipped his tea as he walked towards the conference room. He really didn't want to have this meeting, but this is what paid the bills.

"Alright everyone," he said as he walked in the door. "We have less than a month to get ready for Porcelain Kids. And then four months after that, is Fashion Week. Any ideas what we're going to do for it?" He sat at the head of the table, looking over at his staff.

"Plaid is making a comeback. Especially in the fall and winter months." Maxx said.

Kurt pulled out a legal pad and wrote that down. "That's great Maxx."

"Skinny jeans and leather skirts pair well with plaid. And maybe for the men's collection, we add in some distressed jeans and dress slacks. Maybe do some small plaid button downs with the Hummelingbird logo." Said James.

Kurt smiled at that, writing it down. "That's going to be amazing." He stood up, gathering his stuff. "I'm gonna go to my office and sketch. First drafts will be out before lunch. Brainstorm some more and let me know if you have a great idea. And with that, Kurt was headed to his office.

He sat at his desk and reached for his sketching tablet. As he was reaching, a sharp pain sliced through his stomach. A scream escaped him before he even knew what was happening.

Jace ran in, stopping short in the doorway. "Um, yo-you're..."

"Call an ambulance dumbass." Kurt managed through clinched teeth.

What seemed like hours later but was only a few minutes, the ambulance arrived and began working on Kurt. They loaded him into the back and headed for New York Presbyterian.

Once at the hospital, he was moved to a room where people starting working on him.

"Is my baby okay? Please tell me my baby is okay." He kept saying over and over.

"We paged OB, we're just waiting on Dr. Anderson."

Kurt groaned as another sharp pain sliced through him.

"He's losing a lot of blood..." Someone said at the foot of the bed.

"Call the blood bank. Lots of O-. Now!"

The door opened and Kurt's jaw dropped. The man he had slept with, the father of his child, was apparently a doctor. And not just any doctor, oh no. He was the OB.

"I'm Dr. Anderson."

Kurt tried to smirk through the pain. "I got knocked up by a doctor and now I'm about to lose the fucking baby. Great."

The room stood still. Everyone looked towards the doctor.

"How do I know I'm the father?"

"Just because I'm a drag queen, doesn't mean I fuck everyone. You're the last man I let touch me like that. We can do a DNA test to be sure. But I know that it's yours."

Dr. Anderson ran his fingers through his hair. "Let's get an ultrasound to see what's going on."

A portable ultrasound was handed to him, the gel was spread on Kurt's belly.

"Okay, I'm going to use this to see what's going on."

Kurt nodded, wincing through the pain.

A wooshing sound came from the machine. "The baby looks fine, but your appendix and spleen are both enlarged. Call the OR, he needs an emergency appy before they both rupture. And give him five CC's of Tylenol for the pain. Page me when he's out of surgery."

Blaine was completely thrown aback. He had gotten, he looked down at the chart, Kurt pregnant. Fuck. Eli was definitely going to kill him.

What was he going to say? How would he tell his husband that he had gotten someone else pregnant. Not just anybody either. Oh no. No, Blaine got a drag queen pregnant. Fuck.

He went up to his office to collect his thoughts. What about Kacey? There's no way he would understand that his dad didn't want papa anymore.

An hour went by before Blaine's pager went off. Kurt was out of surgery. Time to figure this shit out.

He went down to recovery and found the other man in an isolated room. Good, they can have some privacy. Blaine walked in, closed the door and sat down.

Kurt rolled his head over to look at Blaine. "Hey baby daddy." He said sluggishly.

Blaine winced at that term. "I'm not too sold on this being my child."

"Let me tell you a little about myself. I may be a drag queen. I might even be a little slut sometimes. But what I am not is a liar. And plus, we had sex right in my fertile window."

"You time your fertile window?"

"Well yeah. So things like this don't happen. But you were drunk and I was horny. I didn't even care."

"You should have cared. I'm married. I have a son and a kid on the way."

Kurt frowned some. "Look, I don't need your money. I have a boy job that allows me to live well above my means. I'm gonna need it more than ever now since I can't do drag."

Blaine scoffed. "You can do drag up until your fifth or sixth month."

"Why do you care if I still perform?"

"Just because I'm married with a kid doesn't mean I don't want to see you."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I don't want your pity dollars. If you don't want anything to do with this baby, then that's fine."

"I didn't say I didn't want to be in the baby's life. I merely pointed out that I'm a married man with a child."

"Which tells me that you don't want anything to do with me or our baby."

Blaine groaned, running his fingers through his hair. "I don't want my husband. If I did, I wouldn't have pulled off my ring before entering the bar. I wouldn't have let you suck my dick, nor would I have fucked you."

Kurt blushed, shaking his head. "So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying, give me some time to prove to you that I'm not some deadbeat."

Kurt sniffled. "Fuck these hormones." He coughed and cleared his throat. "Give me your number. I'll text you for my next appointment."

Blaine wrote his number down on a piece of paper and handed it to Kurt. "Come back to the club. My dollars miss your sexy ass."

Kurt blushed some more. But before he could reply back, every pager on the floor went off.

Blaine looked down at his and shot up. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It's Eli."

Kurt nodded as Blaine ran out of the room. He looked down at the phone number scribbled on the paper. Maybe this Blaine guy wasn't so bad after all.

Blaine ran down to the emergency room. Chaos had erupted down there. He went to the charge nurse. "What happened?"

"Shooting at the mall. A lot of the victims were transported here."

"That has nothing to do with me, so why was I paged."

Before the nurse could answer, Blaine's arm was yanked. "Dada?"

He looked down and saw his son, covered in blood. His heart sank to the bottom of his ass. He scooped up his son and ran around the department until he found his husband.

Eli was in a trauma room, nurses and doctors all around him, trying to save his life. "Oh my God...no...not like this..."

Blaine stood in the doorway, holding his son close to his chest as his husband desperately clung to life. But it wasn't enough.

Everyone in the room stopped and looked up at the clock. The attending physician snatched off his gloves and sighed. He looked towards Blaine and Kacey. "Time of death; 13:29." And everything went black for Blaine.

Kurt knew he shouldn't be here. But how could he not support the father of his unborn child. Besides, no one knows who he is so it's not like he was rubbing anything in anyone's face.

It was a sad day. The funeral home was full of the friends and family of Elijah Michael Clark-Anderson. Blaine and Kacey were surrounded by love and Kurt was just there. Not being nosey or messy.

Kurt soon realized that Eli was truly loved. Obviously not by Blaine anymore, but there was love in the room. He only hoped when his time came, the room would be full of love.

At the end of the service, Blaine spotted Kurt standing off to the side. He walked over with his son and smiled.

"Thank you for coming."

Kurt smiled back. "Absolutely. How are you two doing?"

Blaine shrugged. "As good as we can. Reporters are camped out at my house and outside of the hospital still. It's really annoying."

"I'm sorry. But hey, Eli died a hero. He saved so many lives."

"Someone should have saved his. I'm tired of hearing about it or being asked how do I feel that my husband died a hero. I just want to be able to go back to my life."

Kurt nodded. "Well, if you want some piece and quiet. My door is always open. For you and your little man."

Blaine smiled, tears falling from his eyes. "Thank you so much."

Kurt kissed him on the cheek before walking away to his car.

In the middled of the night, Kurt heard knocking on his front door. He grabbed his phone and flipped to his security camera app. He saw Blaine and Kacey.

Getting out of bed and grabbing his robe, he ran down the steps and opened the door.

"Um, is that offer still open?"

Kurt nodded, moving back so they could walk in. "Yeah, of course. Come in."

They walked in and Kurt locked the door back. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

Blaine picked Kacey up, shaking his head. "No, just a bed."

Kurt smiled sadly, walking up the stairs. He walked to a spare bedroom and opened the door for them. "Here you are. The bathroom is the door next to the closet over there." He pointed to the right corner of the room.

Blaine laid Kacey on the bed, taking his shoes off. "Thank you."

Kurt nodded, leaving for them to get settled for the night.

The next morning, Kurt and Jeff were in the kitchen. Kurt was making tea and Jeff was making breakfast.

"So let me get this straight. The man who knocked you up is a doctor. And that doctor's husband just died, you went to the funeral and now that doctor is in our house?"

Kurt poured some honey in his tea before stirring it. "I can't just let him stay at his house and be harassed. The news has found a lot of dirt on the victims and are blasting it. This morning, they are saying that Eli was in on the shooting. It was a gang initiation."

Jeff turned to look at him. "What?"

"Yeah. And get this, one of the guys who was a shooter confessed to everything. Most of the adults that were 'shopping' at any baby store weren't supposed to get shot. It was only supposed to be the kids."

"You're lying." Blaine said, walking into the kitchen. "Eli wasn't part of some gang. He didn't even go anywhere."

Kurt turned to him, frowning. "Shit, I'm sorry."

Blaine walked into the kitchen, sitting at the island. "He loved Kacey. He wouldn't set him up to be killed."

"Maybe the news got it-"

The conversation was interrupted by the TV. "Breaking news alert! Josef Mathis has given investigators a manifest of the members of the Purex gang. The names and pictures may surprise you. The names with an underline under are the victims that were part of this deadly shooting.

They cut to a screen where the pictures and names of the people who had died at the mall last week. The second photo to be shown was that of Eli. And yes, his name was underlined.

Twenty people died that gruesome day. Fifteen were part of this gang.

Blaine shook his head. "This can't be...not...fuck, that's why he always left the house on Fridays. He said it was some kind of book club. But no, he was busy trying to kill my son. That's what the fuck he gets..."

Kurt and Jeff exchanged a look. This wasn't something they knew how to handle. Maybe it wasn't a good idea for Kurt to offer them a bed. But how could he have known? How could any of them have known? Blaine lived with the man and he had no idea.

Kurt walked over to Blaine, putting a hand on his. "You can stay here as long as you need. I know this is a lot to take in."

Blaine snatched his hand away. "How the fuck would you know?"

Kurt sat down next to Blaine and sighed softly. "Because the guy I dated all through high school and college only dated me so he could use my money. He knew I was going to be an amazing fashion designer. He stole money from me to buy drugs, he even beat me up because I wouldn't buy the drugs myself. So yeah, I get it."

Blaine ran his fingers through his hair. This couldn't be his life. His husband couldn't have been a gang member. A gang member who was going to willingly kill their son.

A/N: hello all. I have not abandoned my other stories, I need to find my flashdrive to update. In the meantime, enjoy thid creation. Review and follow please! I want to know what you think