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'. Part one of the 'Let the Flames Begin' series.

.break.-

Somehow everything's gonna fall right into place,

If we only had a way to make it all fall faster everyday,

If only time flew like a dove.

.break.-

"Are you ok?"

Blaine looked up from Kurt's now almost noticable stomach, gripping his hand tighter. They were standing outside Kurt's house, ready to break the news to Burt. Really, Blaine just wanted to flee from the house and hide in his room, to forget and ignore this whole mess. But he promised Kurt he'd be there for him, and, well... this was too big a thing to just walk away from.

Blaine stepped closer to Kurt, pressing their foreheads together. "Honestly," he said, "I feel like I'm going to vomit."

Kurt closed his eyes and emitted a quiet giggle. "Welcome to my world." He sighed and said, "Well, we'd better get this over with, huh?" Blaine nodded solemnly, following the boy inside.

"Dad?" Kurt called out as they entered the kitchen.

"Hey, son," was all Blaine heard before Burt turned from the stove, engulfing his child in a hug. The older man stood, his hands on his boy's shoulders.

"You gained weight?" he questioned, the color ebbing away from Kurt's face.

"I, uh, guess so-"

Burt turned and nodded towards Blaine. "Hey, Blaine... How are you?"

The curly-haired boy could make out the forced polietness. 'For my sake,' Kurt had once said. 'He likes you, but I don't think he fully trusts you.'

Blaine nodded. "I'm fine."

Burt nods slightly and turns back to Kurt. "You're home early; it's only four o' clock. You're usually home by six or so."

"Well, Warblers practice was cancelled. Wes has the flu and Thad's grandma passed away, so he's at the funeral. David just called it off."

Burt had a confused look on his face, but just nodded and said "Oh. Well, dinner'll be ready soon, so just-"

"Dad? I, uh, wanted to talk to you."

The man turned, meeting Kurt's eyes. "Yeah, Kurt?"

Kurt took a deep breath, clasping Blaine's hand, closing his eyes. "Dad, I- I'm, uh." He wet his lips nervously. "I'm p-pregnant." He stumbled over the words.

For a while, it's just father and son, both showing no change in expressions, just staring each other down. Then, finally, Burt looked over to Blaine, suddenly launching him against the wall, untwining his and Kurt's fingers harshly. "You did this, huh? You did this to my son?" Burt growls, holding the teen still by the throat. Blaine has his hands up in defeat, surrender, and Kurt is clawing pleadingly, desperately at his father.

"Dad, please, stop! Daddy, please!" Kurt manages to somewhat pull Burt away, and all three are staring at each other. The use of Kurt's childhood nickname for his father makes him seem so young. Burt sighes, rubbing his forehead and pushing his cap back. Of course, he knew Kurt had the ability to bear a child. He just figured his son wouldn't fulfill it until he was like, forty.

"I- I'm dissapointed in you, Kurt." He held up a hand when Kurt began to protest.

"And I'm...beyond pissed with you, Blaine. But...I want you to stay home, Kurt. Bring in all of your things from Dalton this weekend. And, Blaine? Wheather you want to or not you're apart of this, too, which means you need to support this kid. You may stay here -I'll talk to your mom about it- but I want you to work at the shop. Understood?"

Blaine nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."

Burt nodded. "Kurt... I'm really dissapointed in you." He turned to go back to his and Carole's room.

Kurt watched him go, choking back tears, nodding.