Title: Hallelujah
Author: catsblackmagic
Warning: Language, Mpreg
Rating: M
Characters/Paring: Kurt/Blaine
Disclaimer: It'd be nice to own Glee. ^^ But I don't. :c
Summary: This time we're not giving up, let's make it last forever.
Author's Note: The title and lyrics (in italics) are from Paramore's 'Hallelujah'.
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Holding onto patience, wearing thin,
I can't force these eyes to see the end.
If only time flew like a dove,
Well, we could watch it fly and just keep looking up.
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"So...are you going to keep it?" Quinn questioned tentatively.
Mercedes, Kurt, and herself were sitting on the front steps to the girls' school. It was after everyone but the teachers and custodians had left, so it was silent except for the breeze twisting through their hair and the leaves. Kurt sighed and the girls, jumping to conclusion, took that as a 'yes'. Their eyes went wide, but Kurt didn't care. He knew it was against their religon to get an abortion, but not his.
"I... I don' know," Kurt started wearily, "I know I'm definately not ready for a kid. But I-"
Kurt was cut off when Mercedes gave him an odd look and interrupted him. "Don't you think you should at least tell Blaine? He's apart of this too...right?"
Kurt closed his eyes, chin in hands, and muttered "If you're asking if he's the father, then, yes. I would never cheat on him."
This elicited a small smile from the companion. However, it faltered when the feminine voice snapped, "And besides, it's my body. Quinn never gave Puck a choice, did she?"
The blonde turned her head in shame, guilt written neatly along her smooth face.
"That was a stupid decision. It took me long enough to even tell him, let alone give him a chance."
Kurt sighed again. "He wasn't too happy when you told him about having a kid, anyway."
"And then he was sad when I chose to give Beth up," Quinn hissed, surpressing once locked-away memories. "Listen, at least tell Blaine before you decide to do anything, ok?"
Kurt gave a small huff and muttered, "Ok."
Mercedes patted his arm and stood up, her hand outstretched. "Come on, I'll buy you one of those fancy coffes at Starbucks. How does that sound?" she asked.
Kurt looked at her, then to Quinn, who was nodding and giving him a small, sad smile. Sighing for about the hundreth time that day, he took Mercedes' hand and stood up, forcing a quiet smile.