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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And we've got time on our hands,
Got nothing but time on our hands
Got nothing but, got nothing but
Time on our hands.
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Blaine was just collecting the sheetmusic in the Warbler's practice room, ready to leave for the day, when he heard a light knock on the thick wooden door. He smiled when he found Kurt poke his head through the door, looking behind him absentmindedly out the window. The older boy strode over to him and pecked his boyfriend's lips. He didn't fail to notice how it slightly startled the countertenor.
"Hey," Blaine said, his hands in the pockets of his slacks. Kurt looked up to him, then back down to the floor.
"Hey...I, uh, need to talk to you," -a sideways glance at the open door- "in private."
The younger boy looked up and turned quickly, shutting the door with a bit more force than intended. He moved back to Blaine, facing him as the slightly shorter boy put his palms on Kurt's waist. He could tell something was wrong. "Kurt, are you ok?"
Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, spinning to pace awkwardly back and forth in front of Blaine. The other really wanted to help, he hated seeing his lover in so much distress, but he didn't exactly know what was going on. "Well... What's wrong?"
Kurt stopped and played with a loose thread at the end of his dark navy Dalton cardigan.
"You know a couple months ago, when Finn and my dad were on some fishing trip and Carole was visiting her sister in Dayton? And you stayed over the whole weekend? Remember?" Kurt looked up at his beau, then back down to the ground again. Blaine smirked, recalling the events of the two days.
"Yeah, and?"
"Well, um," Kurt swallowed nervously, eyes trained on that single thread. "I...Blaine, I'm...p-pregnant."
Kurt looked up at Blaine, who was staring at him with wide eyes. The older teen let his arms fall limp at his sides, his gaze shifting to the floor. He didn't understand it. He knew Kurt was a carrier, and he was accepting, but a little surprised to say the least.
Kurt was watching him look away and clench his jaw aggresively. The fashionista thought Blaine was mad at him, when he was only mad at himself. He'd promised himself he'd never be like his dad. Blaine looked up and saw tears leaking over Kurt's eyelids. It was a small, tentative "Blaine..?" that made him fall out of his thoughts.
"Come here," he whispered, stepping forward and embracing the younger boy. Kurt bent his head and sobbed into Blaine's shoulder, wrapping his arms around the other's torso and fisting his blazer desperately. Blaine gently rubbed Kurt's back, murmuring things like "easy," and "it's alright". Kurt kept making this oddly strangled sobs, coughing and sputtering and choking uselessly onto Blaine's shoulder. The latter didn't mid, however; he was quite used to comforting Kurt. He never cried this hard before, though.
After several moments of crying, Blaine tilted Kurt's chin up towards his, looking into his misty eyes. "I love you and...I'll be there for you," he said, pressing a chaste kiss to his boyfriend's lips.