Chapter four! I honestly can't think of what to do next! So really, this is a filler chapter.
Glee ain't mine, niether is Theresa Andersson.
Reviews = Chocolate cake!
Kurt stomped around the mall, moaning.
"Have they never heard of fashionable maternity clothes? God forbid I were a woman and I got pregnant."
Quinn trailed after him, watching him with an amused expression, as he weaved around the stands in the maternity sections, picking up some potential items before discarding it as, yet again, 'too granny.'
After he discarded a pretty yellow dress, she picked it up.
"This isn't granny."
"Well, no. Yellow suits you and all, but with your hair, it kind of clashes. I'm thinking... Pale blue shades, maybe salmon?" He said, tossing aside another garment.
"Huh, salmon. That's a fish. I don't want to look like a fish."
"Salmon is a light pink shade, honey." He corrected her, and clicked his fingers.
"Finally, something decent." He said, holding up a sky blue long sweater, with a fashionable tie around the bump, minamizing the effect.
"Try this on anyways."
She took it from him and draped it over her arm, as he trouped onwards.
"How about we just find some key pieces, and just accessorise so much it distracts from the clothes?" She suggested.
Kurt stopped on his heels, and turned around.
"Quinnie, you may be onto something. Okay, we need plain jeans and tee shirts for this to work, and a stylish piece like a jacket, scarf and hat."
He danced along the rows, piling his arms with tee shirts and jeans.
As Quinn turned towards the dressing rooms, he stopped her.
"Leave it. Those places are disgusting and dirty. We can just buy and return them." He said, dragging her towards the till and dropping the items down.
"Kurt! Honestly, you are just amazing, did anyone ever tell you that?"
"Many a time." He smiled, his eyes darkening for a spilt second, but Quinn had learnt to read feelings pretty well, and she knew what that meant.
He hadn't been told he was amazing by anyone.
It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life
Kurt sang out, hitting the steering wheel to the beat.
These are my confessions
And just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said
Quinn sang
She got one on the way
They harmonised, and Quinn pointed to her stomach, saying "I've one on the way."
These are my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
I damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so throwed, I don't know what to do
But to give part 2 of my
Kurt blasted out again, Quinn humming in the background
Better stand strong when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby don't back down
They both sang, and then Quinn stopped.
"You just passed your house." She pointed out.
"Better buckle in then babe. We're going for a surprise trip." Kurt laughed, before pushing in a cd.
She settled back in.
"Awh, come on, tell me. I hate surprises." She pouted.
"No, you love them." Kurt corrected her.
"Hate them."
"Darling, you love them."
"Hate you."
"I thought you hated surprises."
"No, I hate both."
"You're such a child."
"Must be little Drizzle influencing me then."
"Drizzle? Oh you can't be serious!" Kurt was shocked.
"Finn suggested it, the idiot."
"Oh, that sounds very Finn-esque."
They both laughed, and Kurt turned up the volume of the cd that was playing in the background.
"Are we there yet?" She moaned, twisting in her seat.
"Having the little one in there makes me need to go to the toilet more often."
"Quinnie, it's only been 10 minutes since we passed my house."
"It feels like ages."
"And we are there." He said, turning into a lane, and pulling up in a carpark.
They got out, and Kurt pulled her along a small path while she moaned there was soil in her flats.
Suddenly, they rounded a corner and then there was a beautiful, shimmering lake.
"Oh, Kurt. It's beautiful." She gasped.
"My mom took me when I was small." He said, sitting on a picnic table. Quinn sat on the edge of the seat picking at the hem of her top.
"Kurt... What will I do?" She asked, looking up to him.
"I honestly don't know darling, but we're in this together."
"But why? What did I ever do for you?" She wondered.
"Someones got to start the chain." He pointed out.
"Well, yeah, but... I mean, what will people say? The gay kid and the ex cheerio, raising a little girl?" She shivered, not just because of the thought of what people would say, but because it was already 6pm, and a bit cold.
"Oh, sorry..." Kurt said, taking off his jacket - he had a jumper underneath, and handed it to her,
"This is like we are on a date." She smiled. "Jacket, discussions, lake."
"Yeah." Kurt's voice was wistful and on instinct, she wrapped her arms around him.
"It's gonna be okay. Someday." She comforted, and hugged him quickly.
It's gonna be ok,
It's gonna be alright,
Tomorrow is a new day
Oh, you see it in a new light.
Try to keep your head up,
Don't you ever give up,
Even if your heart breaks
Yeah, it's gonna be ok.
It's gonna be ok...
When they got home, Kurt turned to her.
"I haven't... Exactly told my dad yet." He admitted.
"Kurt? Son?" Came a rough voice, and the door opened, and Burt Hummel peered out the door, surprised to see his son talking with a pretty, blond, pregnant - What!? She was pregnant?
"Kurt. Do you have something you want to tell me!" He asked, stepping out.
"Dad, dad relax. I haven't changed teams, if that's what you think. Or neither have I gotten drunk and knocked her up by accident or anything ridiculous like that."
Burt relaxed, and turned to the girl, extending a hand. "Burt, and you are?" He asked politely.
"Quinn Fabray, sir." She answered politely back.
"So, Kurt. What is Quinn doing here? Something for school?" He asked.
"Um. Not really. Dad. Well, let's go in. This is a long story."