Kurt was shaking, and he wasn't sure if it was low blood sugar or rage. Probably both, Blaine had stolen half his lunch. But no matter.
"Let me get this straight," He hissed through clenched teeth, "You want to take my solo?"
"Not for myself, of course," Rachel sniffed, her enormous nose straining towards heaven, "For you. I figured with all the stress you're under, the last thing you need is a major performance-"
" - And yet you have Blaine doing splits during the pop number," Kurt argued, getting red in the face, "You are unbelievable, Rachel!"
"Blaine's situation is completely different," Rachel said.
"I can't believe this!" Kurt said, "Mr. Schue…"
Mr. Schuester shifted behind Rachel, his face bearing the gassy look that always accompanied bad news, "I'm sorry, Kurt, but I have to go with Rachel on this one. With your condition - "
"What condition!" Kurt burst. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Now, Kurt!" Mr. Schue said.
"No, I'm gonna say this," Kurt snapped back, "If you aren't going to listen to me sing, you damn well better listen when I'm talking to you."
"Kurt," Blaine spoke up behind him, but Kurt's blood was rushing too heavily in his ears.
"You have forced me into the background for three years, and then lectured me about being special and unique. You tell us that we're all talented, but the only people you expect to actually believe it are the ones you showcase year after year!"
"Kurt…"
"And you," Kurt turned to Rachel, "You have stolen the spotlight, the attention, the boys I like and even my friends, but you are not taking this solo away from me. I am putting my foot down!"
THUD.
The choir room descended into quiet murmuring. Kurt pulled his eyes away from Rachel's stunned face to see Blaine lying on the ground, eyes closed and face paler than Kurt had ever seen it. Puck was hovering around him, looking slightly panicked, "I don't know what happened. He just passed out, man."
"Blaine?" Kurt said. He ran over to kneel beside his boyfriend, cradling his face in one hand. "Blaine, please wake up, honey." Blaine didn't answer, his head lolling limply to the side. Kurt's heart froze.
Kurt's hand moved to cradle the back of Blaine's head, his other arm wrapping around his legs.
"Kurt, I don't think you should be lifting that much weight…"
"Shut up, Mike."
Kurt lifted Blaine into his arms, a surprisingly easy feat. It made sense; even with the baby weight Blaine was so small and Kurt was athletic. But Kurt's heart clenched unevenly at how Blaine was a dead weight in his arms, not responding to the way Kurt squeezed him tight.
Kurt had him out the door and headed toward the nurses' office in an instant.
"Blaine, baby, I mean it. If you could wake up right now, I would really appreciate it." Blaine didn't even flinch. "Baby, please…"
"And what do we have here?"
Kurt looked up to see one Sue Sylvester blocking his way, "Miss Sylvester, please. Blaine passed out and I need to get him to the nurses' office. I don't know what's wrong…"
"No need to get all misty eyed, Porcelain. It just so happens that I have a mattress in my office, a relic of the time I almost defeated one Will Schuester. You lay our fine china down for a minute and we'll see what we can do to get him to his normal overactive puppy level of consciousness."
Kurt probably would have thought the offer through a little longer, but Blaine was still motionless in his arms and Kurt was starting to panic. He ran into Sue's office, laying Blaine down gently on the mattress she provided and ran his hand through Blaine's curls.
"Is he going to be okay?" Kurt whispered, running his fingers along the boy's face.
"Eh, fainting is common in pregnant weaklings. All the blood rushing from their head to feed their little demon offspring. It's one of the main reasons I had my ovaries removed. Put a couple drops of this in his mouth, he should be up and singing obnoxiously in no time." Sue handed Kurt a thermos, which Kurt regarded with suspicion.
"What's in this?"
"Sue Sylvester Master Cleanse."
Kurt shook his head and pushed the thermos away, "No. I'm not putting this in him."
"Well, well, Porcelain. A little more of that attitude and you wouldn't be in this mess."
Kurt opened his mouth to retort that their baby was NOT a mess when Blaine groaned, his eyelids fluttering. "Blaine? Blaine! Oh, honey, are you okay?"
"Just a little dizzy," Blaine slurred, opening his eyes and smiling weakly. Kurt nearly sobbed with joy.
"Oh, you scared me," Kurt said. He wrapped Blaine in his arms, planting a kiss on his lips. "I love you so much, Warbler." He gently placed a hand over Blaine's stomach, "And little Warbler."
"I love you, too, Blackbird. And little Blackbird can't wait to meet you."
They were interrupted by Sue Sylvester vomiting noisily into one of her lesser trophies.
"Thank goodness," Rachel said loudly as Blaine and Kurt reappeared toward the end of practice. "We were so worried, Kurt. Now we've decided to let you keep the solo, but you have to sit down the entire time, we're having a special stool set in the middle of our dance number so that you don't get too worn out. Luckily, I'll be able to use my solo afterwards to infuse some energy back into our performance, and Blaine, Mike's going to teach you to do something called a double backflip…"