"Kurt, could you stop bouncing on your heels like that? It's kind of making me want to throw up."

Kurt froze, resisting the impulse to be offended. Everything made Blaine want to throw up lately, and the constant sickness was making him kind of snappy.

"Sorry," Kurt said, "But I had something I wanted to show you."

"Does it have anything to do with the notebook you're crushing against your chest?"

"It's a sketchbook," Kurt corrected gently, "And yes. Ta da!" Kurt opened the book and set it in front of Blaine, letting his boyfriend soak it in.

"Um, Kurt?" Blaine said, rubbing one hand against the back of curls he'd been too nauseated to gel down, "What is this?"

"It's clothing, of course," Kurt said, "For the baby. I drew my inspiration from Alexander Mcqueen and Anna Sui. They're a perfect blend of masculine and feminine elements, meant to cater to either gender. Although, I got a little girl crazy toward the end. What do you think?"

Blaine's eyes grew wide and tender, "They're amazing."

"And don't think I've forgotten about you, Daddy." Kurt hummed, flipping thru pages until he found his latest design. "They're your favorite jeans, but they have elastic in the waistband, so you'll have something to wear during the later months. I tried shopping in the maternity section, but they don't have anything that would be suitab-" Kurt stopped in mid-rant, noticing the look on his boyfriend's face. "Are you okay? Is it the baby? I'll call Finn and he'll get us to the hospital, don't worry-" Kurt reached for his phone, only to have Blaine grab his wrist.

"Maternity?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, they didn't have anything," Kurt said slowly.

"Maternity," Blaine said, "That's what you think of me, now, isn't it? I'm just some big, fat, maternity boyfriend to you, aren't I?"

"What? No. Of course not, baby…"

"Yeah, right. Baby. That's all you see when you look at me anymore. I've got news, Kurt, I'm not just your - …. I'm overreacting again, aren't I?"

"Maybe a little," Kurt said weakly, holding his sketchbook in front of him like a shield. He couldn't help it; the wrath of pregnant Blaine was a terrifying thing.

Blaine sighed, "I'm sorry, Kurt. I did the same thing to my dad last night when he mentioned day care. The doctor said the hormones would affect me, but I didn't realize how bad it would be. Forgive me?"

"Forgiven," Kurt said, leaning forward for a kiss. "Now, you run along to class. I'm picking you up for our checkup right after calculus."

"Deal," Blaine grinned, before waltzing away. Kurt watched him step into the classroom before turning right into Azimio's sneering face.

"Where's your boyfriend, Hummel? I just realized that we were never properly acquainted." Kurt's heart clenched at the thought of Azimio touching Blaine.

"You're nothing but a vile behemoth," Kurt snapped.

"I don't know what that means, but I have the feeling you deserve this anyway," Azimio lifted the slushy in his hand towards Kurt's face. Kurt closed his eyes, silently praying that Blaine wouldn't hear them and come investigate.

"Hey! Leave Kurt alone."

It wasn't Blaine.

"Well, if it isn't Mike Chang," Azimio sneered. Mike's face was dark, and Kurt was almost afraid. "You want to stick up for the Homo freak?"

"I mean it," Mike snarled. "Hummel is off limits for the rest of the year."

Azimio shrugged, "I don't believe you. Now, Hummel, you're going to – AHHH!" Mike had stepped forward in one fluid motion and twisted Azimio's arm behind his back, dumping the slushy in his hand down the back of his shirt. "What the hell, man?"

"Wushu. The ancient Chinese art of whoop ass," Mike said. "Now get out. You sicken me."

Kurt stared at Mike as Azimio limped away, "Thank you. But, why did you-"

"Blaine's part Asian, right?"

"Well, yes..."

"That makes your baby part Asian. And all Asian babies are under the official protection of the Asian community."

Kurt was about to ask why he wasn't protecting Blaine, but he was distracted when Blaine ran out of his English class and into the nearest bathroom. Kurt winced, pulling a packet of saltine crackers out of his locker and running after him. Mike followed.

"Fear not, my sweet princes. Your child shall be protected."