Corresponding episode: Born This Way

Mildly graphic (medical, not sexual)

A lot of foul language

Some minor blasphemy

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Dave followed along with Mr. Shuester's horrible choreography instructions. Why wasn't Mike or Brittany teaching this portion of the class? Hell, Finn could probably teach it better. Speaking of which. Oh, shit. David didn't like Rachel all that much, but he still winced in sympathy when he saw Finn's elbow connect to her nose. Even though she had her hands covering her nose, David could make out slight bruising pooling around her eyes.

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Kurt met David at the hospital; someone would have noticed if they drove together from school. Kurt slipped his hand into David's, just like he had last week. David smiled, still completely shocked that Kurt hadn't disowned him as some kind of freak. They met Novak in his office, taking the offered seats in front of his desk.

"So, David. First things first: how are the medications working for you?" Novak folded his hands on his desk and watched David across the desk.

"Um…yeah. They're working out pretty well, I guess. I still can't really eat anything other than what you told me to." Novak nodded. "I only throw up a few times a day now, two or three times. And it isn't so sudden as it was before. I can usually get to the bathroom on time, thankfully." David chuckled awkwardly.

"The medication isn't a miracle cure, but I'm glad it seems to be working well for you. Now, on to the important stuff. You talked to your families, I'm assuming?"

David and Kurt exchanged nervous glances. Kurt wasn't going to say anything to his family because it didn't concern them and Kurt knew well enough by now that David wasn't ready to talk to his family.

Dave didn't feel like lying. "No, not really. My family doesn't know that I'm…that I'm…" Kurt squeezed Dave's hand reassuringly, "gay."

Novak nodded, but had an air of disappointment about him. "What have your thoughts been on the matter, then?"

"I was kind of thinking that we could run the tests and see where I stand." Kurt turned to face David, a look of incredulity on his face. He had assumed David would just abort and be done with it.

"Okay. If you're sure about that David, I can order the tests for this weekend. I'll be doing some ultrasound tests to see how your uterus is; some blood tests to see how the morning sickness is affecting your vitamin and nutrition levels; a small, "invasive" procedure to check the cervix; if things go well, a few weeks down the line we'll do an early amniocentesis to see what we can find out about the baby. With most births, with each parent contributing a single chromosome, there are two chances of an XX combination, and two chances of an XY combination. With your XXY combination and Kurt's XY combination, your child has two chances of an XX combination, three chances of an XY combination, and one chance of YY combination. A YY combination is not viable and would self-abort."

Kurt rubbed his hand over David's kneecap. "Would it be possible, if…when you're doing the invasive test, could a female doctor take care of that?" David nodded, agreeing with Kurt on this one.

"If you insist. I actually know of a female doctor in Boston who would no doubt love to get involved in your case."

"Boston?" Kurt and David asked in unison.

"She's currently in the middle of a study on male pregnancy, but subjects to study are rather rare. She has no patients at the moment, to my knowledge, so I have no doubt she would be thrilled to come to Ohio for the duration of your pregnancy should you choose to continue on."

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Once Novak knew David had the intention of keeping the baby (assuming the tests went well) he tentatively scheduled David in on his calendar every Saturday for the next few months. He also prescribed David prenatal drugs on top of the vitamins and anti-nausea medication. Kurt felt proud at himself for keeping his mouth relatively shut throughout the appointment; there were more than a few things he wanted to say to David, but, like a good friend, he kept his mouth closed until they were alone.

When David climbed into his vehicle, Kurt hopped into the passenger side. David, a look of confusion on his face, stared at Kurt as he pulled the door closed. "Wrong car, fancy."

"What the hell are you doing?" David cocked his head to the side; he hadn't heard Kurt raise his voice at him in a long time. "Why the hell didn't you just abort it?"

David sucked in his breath and turned away. "I still have to think about it."

"What the hell is there to think about? Just abort it and get it over with! Why the hell do you want to bring another unwanted baby into the world?"

David's nostrils started flaring he was so pissed. "Who the hell said it's unwanted?"

Kurt was taken aback by that. He unconsciously raised his hand to his chest in a look of shock. "You aren't thinking of keeping it are you?" At David's look of defiant guilt, Kurt continued. "You'd be willing to spend the rest of your life looking at this kid ands thinking 'your dad raped me'?"

"I'd rather that than murder it."

Kurt threw up his hands in aggravation. "You wouldn't be 'murdering' it. It isn't a person yet. It's still a…a thing. A parasite that's trying to kill you!"

"Yeah, well I don't feel that way. This is my kid. It's not its fault its dad was a rapist. Or that it might make me a little sick. It's just a baby. Why the hell are you making this harder than it already is?"

"I'm not making this hard on you. You're doing that all on your own." Kurt felt the slightest flare of shame when he saw David bury his head in his hands and start crying. "David? David, please."

"You have no goddamned idea how hard this is for me. How hard it's been for me to just… get out of bed every morning. I'm so fucking scared and everything hurts inside and finally… finally something good might possibly come out of all of this and you want to take that away from me."

Tentatively, Kurt reached over and placed a hand on David's slouched shoulder. "You really want this baby? You don't just have some psycho moral objection to abortion?"

"Anytime someone disagrees with your beliefs, they aren't fucking psycho, Hummel. But yes. I want the baby. I've always wanted a little herd of rug-rats crawling all over the place and drooling on everything. That was the hardest part of realizing that I'm…that I'm gay. I thought I'd never get that." Kurt thought back to David's reaction the previous week when Novak had mentioned that Klinefelter's patients were normally sterile. "Now, not only do I get it, but I get it more than almost every other guy on earth. And no ultra-conservative, right-wing religious Nazi can tell me that it's wrong for me, a gay man, to have or raise kids, because their fucking god did this to me."

Kurt nodded. At least that last part made sense to him. "I don't fully agree with your choice, David. I'm scared for you. But, like I've said, again and again, I'm sticking by you. No matter how crazy I think you're getting."

David sniffled and ran the back of his arm roughly across his face, wiping away the tears and snot. "Thank you, Kurt. I know you think I'm an idiot, but if it makes you feel better, there's a little voice screaming at me in the back of my head that I'm fucking retarded."

Kurt smiled, "That's called 'common sense.'"

"Yeah? Well it's really fucking obnoxious. I think I'll name the voice 'Kurt.'" David looked into Kurt's eyes, a smile finally back on his face.

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Yesterday's fight behind them, Kurt and David were back to normal; though Kurt was being a bit more delicate with David's feelings. Trying harder than ever not to hurt him.

Kurt ran his fingers over the t-shirt press almost suggestively. He already knew what his was going to say. It was rather obvious. He was trying to help Dave figure out what to put on his own. David's greatest "flaws" were things he wasn't ready to expound upon or share with the glee club. He had considered putting "Bully" on his shirt, but Kurt reminded him it wasn't really applicable any longer. "Do you know what song you want to sing?"

Kurt put his flattened his white shirt on the press, getting ready to line everything up. He folded his fist under his chin. "I haven't really thought about it." Kurt smiled and chuckled lightly under his breath.

"What's so funny?"

"I just thought of something; I could make the others feel very uncomfortable by doing 'Boys, Boys, Boys.' I can make that song very suggestive."

Dave smiled and laughed at the look Kurt was giving him. He had his hips jutted to the side, his eyebrows raised, his lips in a pouty fish face. Kurt was trying to look sexy. Dave thought he was just joking. "How about 'I'm Super' from South Park?

Kurt furrowed his brows. "I don't know that song."

"Never mind. You wouldn't get it, then. How about 'Reflection' from Mulan? Everyone always wants you to be someone or something that you're not. Or type-cast you as what they expect you to be."

Kurt put a hand on his hip and leaned on the t-shirt press. "Huh. That's actually a pretty good idea. I'd have to edit it a bit or there will be yet more jokes about me being a girl for the next month." Kurt looked up at David and his cheeks bloomed red with embarrassment; it would take him a while to remember to watch what he said around David.

Kurt hummed the song to himself as he got back to aligning his shirt on the press. He closed the lid and set the timer on it. Kurt stopped humming partway through, a thoughtful look on his face. After a moment he smiled and went back to humming. Kurt opened up the t-shirt press when the little timer dinged. Looking over his work, Kurt then held it up for David's appraisal.

"Awww…It should say "Likes Dave."

Kurt smiled and threw the shirt at David playfully. "Ok, listen to this. I re-wrote 'Reflections.'"

Look at me

I will never pass for a perfect son

Or a perfect person

Can it be

I'm not meant to play this part?

Now I see

That if I were truly to be myself

I would break my fam'ly's heart

Who is that boy I see

Staring straight

Back at me?

Why is my reflection someone

I don't know?

Somehow I cannot hide

Who I am

Though I've tried

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside?

When will my reflection show

Who I am inside?

David smiled and clapped. "I love it. But I think you should do the Christina version since it's a bit longer. And the lyrics are a bit more appropriate for you."

Kurt smiled back at Dave. "You know Christina Aguilera? Here I thought all you knew was the Rat Pack, Rat Pack wannabes…and that one song you auditioned with."

Dave ran his fingers through his hair, looking cocky and smug. "I know lots of things. Including my own limitations. I sing what I know I can sing." David licked his lips and looked down nervously. "And I'm something of a closet Disney-phile."

Kurt sat down next to Dave; looking around to make sure no one was there, he quickly pecked David on the cheek. They still hadn't lip-kissed, yet. Kurt didn't know if Dave was ready for that kind of touching, so he wouldn't attempt it until Dave initiated it. "Don't be ashamed, I think that's cute. When the baby's born, how about I buy it every Disney movie ever made on Blu-Ray?" Kurt startled himself. He hadn't even really meant to say it; it had just come out. The baby had been one of the only things on his mind for the past week and now that he knew David was somehow already attached to the damn thing, he was trying to see it in a positive light. Maybe I was just trying to show David how much I support his decisions?

Dave blushed, embarrassed. "You assume I don't already have all the ones they've come out with. How about 'defensive'?"

Kurt took his bunched up shirt back from David and folded it neatly in his lap. "What do you mean?"

"For my shirt. My dad and I were fighting the other day and he said I always get defensive over shit"

"What were you fighting about?

David let out a heavy, breathy sigh and leaned on his elbows. "He thinks I'm on drugs"

"Did he find your medication or vitamins?"

"Thank god, no. But you have to admit I have been different lately. I don't ever go out, I gave up sports, I don't talk to anyone anymore, I just hang out in my room all day."

Kurt mimicked David's body language so that he could more easily look him in the face. David was still a bit shy about eye contact. "Maybe you and I can go out and have some fun?"

Sitting back up, David let out a bark of a laugh. "Oh, yeah. Me, hanging out with my former victim. Not suspicious at all."

Kurt took his hand back and shrugged, nonchalantly. "He doesn't have to know you're with me."

"Then he'll accuse me of sneaking around."

"Maybe you could hang out with Finn and Puck?"

David's formerly blank expression turned to one of dejection. "They don't want anything to do with me. They have their own thing going on and I'm not a part of it. Not now, not ever. It's the same with everyone in glee. I'm like, a standardized test; a necessary evil they just have to put up with, but can't stand."

Kurt started gathering up the supplies to make David's shirt. "I'm sorry my friends aren't more open minded. Maybe I can work on them?"

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Reflection from Mulan

I've been told I need to work on infusing emotion into this piece. I agree with the sentiment, but just be aware that I naturally have a very strange range of emotions that are usually very limited and defined: no blending/bleeding together, no lovely little rainbow or palatte of color. It's like the Microsoft paint that came with the very early PCs; you have like, 16 colors to choose from and even blended together you could still see every freakin' pixel. I'm going to try and incorporate a bit more of David's emotions into this, but don't get your hopes too high.