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'So this is the first time in how long we've had a Saturday evening to ourselves?' Blaine pondered aloud as he sat heavily on the couch.

'Tell me about it,' Kurt agreed, setting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and pressing play on the DVD remote. He sat next to Blaine on the couch and pulled his legs up, leaning into his husband's side. He closed his eyes for a second, resting his head back on Blaine's chest.

'Hey,' Blaine nudged him. 'You okay?'

'Yeah... The Karofsky thing is playing on my mind.' Kurt picked up Blaine's hand, linking their fingers together.

'Do you know what you want to do?'

'No. I don't know. I mean...' He sighed. 'He's someone's father now. Someone's husband. Even if he is still kinda like the jock I knew in high school, things – our situations – have changed.'

'I get it.'

'And it's not like Caissie and Chandler are gonna get married, right? I might just have to, you know. Sit it out.'

'Sure,' Blaine said softly, tilting Kurt's head up to kiss him. Kurt smiled, relaxing immediately, leaning in to deepen the kiss.

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'Who rents out an entire restaurant for a date?' Chandler asked no-one in particular as Caissie let them into the house.

'People with more money than sense?'

'I'm so sorry the dinner thing didn't work out, babe.'

'It's not your fault!' She smiled at him. 'Anyway, I was thinking... You know what we were talking about before?' His eyes lit up.

'Yeah...'

'I was thinking, just now, in the car, and...' She took his hand, trailing her fingers down his arm. 'You wanna?'

'Do you even have to ask?' He grinned goofily. 'Wait – what about –'

'I got some. You know, precaution...'

'You are so hot.'

'You're not too bad yourself. Come on, let's get some food quickly.' She opened the door that led to the living room and the kitchen. 'Oh – no. Ew. Never mind, my parents decided to turn the living room into their own personal make-out lounge.'

'Nice.'

'Let's not waste any more time then,' she grinned, grabbing his hand and dragging him upstairs.

TWO WEEKS LATER

'Blaine?' Kurt called from the reception. 'Come here a minute...' Blaine made his way over.

'What's up?' Kurt held up a slip of paper. 'What's that?'

'It fell out of Caissie's jacket. I didn't know what it was, but –' He cut himself off, handing the paper to Blaine. It was a receipt from the local drugstore; nothing out of the ordinary – Blaine's eyes widened as she saw the single items listed.

'Wh – condoms? Why – why would she need...'

'Oh come on, Blaine. Somewhere along the line our baby grew up and neither of us realised it.'

'She's not old enough!'

'Legally, she is.'

'But... she's our daughter...'

'That doesn't change the rules.'

'You're acting surprisingly calm.'

'I just feel really silly for not realising sooner; I mean, she's sixteen, she's been going out with him for, what, six months now? We should have seen it coming.'

'I would never have seen that coming.' Blaine admitted.

'So I think it's time for a little... talk.'

'Couldn't agree more. You two should go out, maybe get coffee-'

'I meant you, Blaine.'

'What?'

'You! I buy her tampons, you educate her about the gruesome stuff; it's what we agreed.'

'Well, yeah, but...'

'And she is your daughter.'

'Hey, she's both of ours.'

'Biologically.'

'Irrelevant.' Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug. 'Fine, I'll do it. But I get to educate you later, too.'

'Agreed.'

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'Cais?' Blaine knocked on her bedroom door twice before opening it a crack. He glanced in to see Caissie sitting at the desk, her head in one hand as she spoke to someone on the phone.

'Becky, what am I supposed to do?' She was crying. 'We were careful, we used – you know. It's not fair. I'm sixteen.' She sniffed. 'I can't handle being pregnant.' Blaine's stomach dropped and his mouth fell open. No. That couldn't be. Not his –

'Caissie?' he said quietly. She turned, her eyes growing wide as she spotted him.

'Dad – I –' she wiped her eyes furiously. 'Becky, I have to go.' She threw her phone on the bed.

'Tell me I didn't hear right.'

'Dad...' her eyes travelled to the white stick on her desk. 'I'm so sorry.' She erupted into a fresh bout of tears. Blaine's heart wrenched and he walked over, pulling his daughter into a hug, smoothing her hair down, like he used to do when she was five and couldn't sleep.

'Shh. Don't worry. It'll be okay.' He shook his head. 'Come on, I think all three of us need to talk about this.' He put his arm round her shoulders and led her downstairs, into the living room, where Kurt was reading Vogue.

'Caissie!' He exclaimed as soon as they walked in. He jumped up and grabbed her, pulling her into his chest. 'What is it? What's wrong? What did you do?' He added in a hiss to Blaine, who shook his head again, brow furrowed. 'Sit down, sweetie. What's wrong?'

'Daddy, I'm so sorry.'

'What? What is it?'

'I'm – I'm pregnant.' Kurt's face went white.

'Oh.' He gripped her hand. 'Um. Uh – okay, calm down. Just...' He made frantic eye contact with Blaine as their daughter's tears subsided.

'We were careful. We used protection.' She sniffed.

'Condoms are only 97% effective...'

'Why me?'

'It's definitely Chandler's baby?'

'Yes!'

'Just making sure.' Kurt sighed. 'Um, okay, Cais – I think the first thing you need to do is tell Chandler. Okay?'

'Uh-huh.'

'Then we can talk about your options.'

'Okay.' She glanced at both of them through teary eyes. 'You guys aren't mad?' Blaine sighed.

'No. Just shocked.'

'Have I ruined my life?'

'Of course not, baby.' Blaine hugged her. 'Maybe you should go talk to Chandler. I think your dad and I need to have a talk.'

'Okay.' She got up, wiping her eyes. 'I love you both.'

'We love you too.' She left the room and Kurt let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding.

'Wow.'

'Yeah.'

'Do you think I should have told her?'

'What do you mean?'

'Right at the beginning, when they started dating. Should I have told her everything about me and Karofsky? Could this have been prevented?'

'I don't think so. It's in a teenager's nature to rebel; if anything this would have just happened sooner.'

'It's not fair. I thought the extra contact with Dave was enough but now – now there's a child between the two of us?'

'Kurt-'

'I – I thought this whole affair would be over by now – but this baby – it's going to link me with the guy who raped me at eighteen – for like eighty years! We're linked by blood! Why-'

'Kurt!' The taller man stopped talking. Blaine continued, 'You remember what I said, about this not being about the two of you anymore?' Kurt's eyebrows knitted together in an unreadable expression.

'Right. Sorry.' He got up and stormed out.

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Dramadramadrama.

My eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long. I guess it's my fault for obsessively searching Andrew Garfield media on tumblr but still.

I feel like I'm forgetting something whenever I post this story. Usually I just like to write the main, essential events but something seems off. Amirite?

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