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.
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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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"Ugh. This is your fault," Kurt hisses, lifting his head out of the toilet bowl and grimacing at Blaine standing in the doorway. The boy sighs, crossing the stall and sitting on the floor next to his beau. He rubs his back gentlely. They were at the mall, because Kurt complained about "Even though I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't window-shop!"
"You'll get through it. You have before with everything," Blaine says, massaging Kurt's back. The younger boy looks up at him, trying to glare, but failing. He smiles, a sign of gratefulness that Blaine's there, going through this with him. He's just about to properly thank him when another wave of nauseua hits him.
"O-Oh God," he mutters, tipping his head back into the bowl and retching, stomach convulsing. Blaine makes a disgusted face, but only turns slightly, still kneading Kurt's back easily. No one -thankfully- is in the bathroom, so the boys are alone. For a minute, anyway.
Dave pushes open the heavy bathroom door, trudging in. When he enters the room, he suspects no one's there. But there's the sound of vomiting and Dave's surprised when he sees Kurt hunched over a toilet and Blaine sitting beside him. Well, not really. It was a shock to everyone when Kurt's stomach started forming and the signs were unmistakeable, but more to Dave than anyone. He wasn't mad, yeah, well, maybe he was jealous. At least he was willing to admit that. But, no, he wasn't mad. It wasn't his problem, anyway. Right?
Blaine notices him -Kurt's still vomiting- and nods in greeting. Dave nods back, eyes flickering to Kurt, who's paused for a minute, breathing thickly and painfully, before continuing his previous activity. Dave feels terrible for Kurt, and even if he doesn't really like Blaine that much, he feels bad for him, too. Speaking of not liking Blaine, Dave thinks about the small peace the two made when Kurt announced the news to the glee club (Jacob Ben Israel is useful, sometimes.)
As Dave's washing his hands, Kurt leans back, sighing and huffing distasefully. He gets up, unnoticing for the moment, and turns on the faucet. Sticking his head under the running water, he clears out his mouth, spits the water back out, and straightens up. He and Dave are watching each other carefully and Kurt glances over at Blaine for a moment.
"How are you, Dave?" he asks softly, looking at him sheepishly.
The jock nods. "Fine. I, uh, guess you're not doing so well." He geustures towards the toilet.
Kurt blushes, nods. "Uh, yeah."
The jock finds it impossible not to stare at his stomach.
Dave swallows thickly, muttering, "Well, I, uh, better go." He leaves swiftly, easily, ignoring tears and the impulse to punch something.
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AN: Much editing and thought went into this chapter. I like it though; I felt the story needed some Kurtofsky action. ^^