My Baby's Got a Secret

Disclaimer: I'm not RIB, so I don't own Glee or any of the characters. This fic will dive into MPREG, so I'll be using my go-to MPREG explanation like I did in When We're Older aka the Reddin gene. The gene is based on the Reddin character from the 1994 movie Junior. You should really watch it if you like mpreg. It's a good movie, I promise (I also don't have any rights to it either!) The idea behind this fic belongs to the lovely likesboyswholikeboys. The plot is all hers and she graciously allowed me to write my take on her awesome plot, so all my thanks go to her!

The list of baby names that Kurt left behind lay unfolded on Blaine's lap. The new father was hunched over, scribbling down whatever names stood out the most to him as he ran his finger down Kurt's list and studied each suggestion scrupulously. His own piece of paper was littered with writing and various scratches - names that were put on the list only to be scrubbed out by something better, something that fit his son more so than the last. A few of the names on Kurt's list boggled Blaine's mind though; some of them were obviously names that inspired Kurt immensely and while they weren't anything Blaine ever imagined naming one of his children, he sort of felt like they fit.

There were names like: Mason Alexander. Aiden James. Caleb Michael. Dominic Cade. Garrett Evan. So many good ones and yet only one baby to name...

A cramp overtook Blaine's hand and he frowned, shoving the papers to the side, vowing to take a bit of a break before his mom got back from the store. Once again, she was out and about, fighting the snowstorm that raged outside as she went to pick up things for the baby. The plan was to turn the study across the hall from his bedroom into the baby's nursery. For the first few months, the baby would sleep in Blaine's room, but once he got older, he'd sleep in the nursery. So for the time being, the main goal was to get a crib and some other necessary items to put into Blaine's room before the room's two occupants were released from the hospital. After that, once Blaine was home and feeling better, they could work on the nursery.

Thus, while Blaine's mom was at the store looking for a crib, Blaine was left alone in the hospital, his son napping away in the crib beside his bed.

"Knock knock." A familiar voice filled Blaine's ears and he froze, slowing glancing up to find Burt Hummel standing in the doorway, a slight smile on his face as he stood there with his hands shoved in his coat pockets. Melting snow dusted his clothing and his cheeks were rosy from the chill outside. "Can I come in?" The man asked after several tense moments and Blaine nodded dumbly, watching as his ex's father stepped completely in to the room and closed the door behind him. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Blaine shook his head, shock and fear still written all over his face. "No sir, umm... we're just resting mostly."

"I can see that," Burt said softly and Blaine watched as the older man's attention fell onto the sleeping babe at his side. The look in Burt's eyes said everything to Blaine: how excited he was to have a grandson and how proud he was that the baby in the crib looked so much like Kurt (and ultimately, his first wife, Elizabeth - the genes were strong in that bunch.) The man's light green eyes sparkled with unshed tears and Blaine felt the ever present knot of emotion well up in his throat at the sight.

"Umm, would you like to hold him?"

Burt glanced up, blinking at Blaine for a second before he nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd love that."

Carefully, Blaine leaned over to the crib and dipped his hands inside, cupping underneath his son's head and bottom as he lifted the baby out. Burt disappeared to the other side of the room for a moment to wash his hands and then he was back at Blaine's side, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Blaine leaned over and passed him the sleeping infant with ease.

"Oh... wow. Blaine, this is-"

"Crazy? Yeah, I know."

"I was going to say amazing," Burt chuckled, but he nodded nonetheless, staring down at the child in his arms with such awe. Just watching him connect with his first grandchild made Blaine want to burst into tears - his hormones were still all over the place despite the fact that he was no longer pregnant, plus there was also the knowledge that Burt didn't know about his grandson until moments before the birth, so this was all a huge surprise to him.

Of course, Blaine couldn't help but ignore the voice in the back of his head that said: it was a surprise to everyone.

"He looks just like Kurt," Burt mused, snapping the teen from his thoughts. Blaine nodded in agreement, leaning a little bit closer to the two as he observed Burt cradling his grandson close. The baby yawned and opened up his tired eyes, peering sleepily at his grandpa before he made the tiniest little noise that made both men's hearts melt. "Oh, hello there, cutie. I'm your grandpa!"

"Aww. He loves you already," Blaine said softly, blushing when Burt smiled at him. The two of them continued to sit in silence, watching the little one in Burt's arms yawn once more before he glanced back up at his grandfather and stared at the unfamiliar face before him. Burt grinned wider; he just couldn't help but marvel at his grandchild's cherubic face and downy dark blonde hair.

"God, it's like being thrust back in time."

"Is it like you're holding Kurt all over again?"

"Hell yeah, it is. He's Kurt's spittin' image. Sorry to say it, kid, but I can't find anything about you in him."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Blaine laughed, shaking his head as he thought about the things that ran through his mind during the first few hours he was able to bond with his son. He too was dumbfounded by how much the baby's looks favored Kurt over his. The whole time he was pregnant, he imagined the baby with darker hair, darker eyes, and mostly his features, but instead his son surprised him and came out fair-skinned and looking so much more like a Hummel than an Anderson. "He's gonna grow up to be Kurt's clone. I can see it now."

"He's a cute little fella, that's for sure."

"Totally handsome. It's in his blood."

As soon as the words slipped from his mouth, a muffled sniffle made Blaine look up from his son towards his ex's dad and he was shocked to see tears in Burt's eyes, a few of them dripping out of the corners to travel down and fall on his flannel shirt.

"Burt?"

"I just... Blaine, I never thought I'd get to see my grandkids."

"Is this- is this about your heart? Is everything okay?" Deep down, worry swirled in Blaine's gut and he felt his nerves prickle on edge, a shiver traveling through his body. He had no idea what was going on, but Burt was having a moment and while he knew that Kurt's dad was probably just overwhelmed by the life-changing event that occurred just a day ago, there seemed to be something more bubbling under the surface.

"Blaine," Burt started, his eyes leaving their focus on his grandbaby to fall on the bed bound boy beside him, "I have cancer."

All the air flew from Blaine's lungs and tears immediately filled his eyes. It was like he'd been punched in the gut. Oh god no. Not Burt. "W-What?"

"The night that I called you to see if you'd come to New York with me... I was planning on telling Kurt that I found out I have prostate cancer-"

"Oh my god."

"-and I wanted you to come along because even though I knew you and Kurt were broken up, you're still one of his best friends and you know him better than anyone. I thought you could keep him grounded."

"I didn't- I couldn't-"

"I know that now and I understand why you said no. But while I don't agree with you not telling any of us about the baby and I'm... well, a little angry that you kept this from us, I do get that you were scared."

Blaine looked down at his hands which lay linked in his lap. The tears that blurred his vision just seconds before fell freely as the news that Burt just laid on him sunk deep. "I couldn't tell Kurt about the baby when he just made it into NYADA. I couldn't crush him like that. God, I just- I didn't know... nobody told me that you- that you-"

"You know, when I told Kurt about the cancer, he wanted to come home." The older man adjusted his grip on the baby and rocked the little one when he began to fuss. "I told him that he needed to live his life and not worry about mine. I'm old-"

"You're not old."

"-and I've lived my life. I've fallen in love, married, had a beautiful son. I've lost the love of my life, found someone else that I love just as much, married again, and even though I've had some health issues throughout all of that, my life's been great." He kissed the top of the baby's head and continued, "And now I have a gorgeous grandson that I get to spoil. I'm very blessed."

"Burt-"

"You know, Blaine, you and I are a lot alike. We both thought about the same thing about when it came to telling Kurt news that we knew would affect his life. However, the difference between you and me though is that I told him my news while you kept yours hidden. I did debate over whether or not to tell Kurt about the cancer; I knew he was going to freak out because that's what Kurt does - he worries himself sick. He gets that from his mom." A misty look overtook Burt's eyes. "But I had to tell him because I couldn't let it find out from somebody else; it wouldn't have been fair to him. I mean, I get that you were scared about telling Kurt about the baby because you knew he'd come home. Hell, I'm pretty sure you're a million percent right about that, but still, I wish you would have told us, bud."

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are. We all know how sorry you are and you need to quit beatin' yourself up over all this. I know Kurt's mad. He's mad as hell and I understand that, but I also understand your fear too. It's scary having a kid. Plus, Kurt was hundreds of miles away, trying to make it in the big city, and you didn't want to jeopardize that. But you know, I still remember how much you did - hell, you've done for my boy, Blaine. You've helped him more than anyone I've ever known-"

"I've hurt him more than anyone else too."

"Nah," Burt said with a shake of his head. He brought the baby up to rest against his chest as he ran his large hand along the length of the infant's spine, smiling a bit when the little boy cuddled against him and sighed happily, glad to be held. "The world's hurt Kurt, just like its hurt you. You might've made some stupid decisions, Blaine, but you're not that bad of a kid. A little dumb sometimes, but good."

"Kurt's still pissed at me though... with good reason."

"He'll come around."

Blaine glanced up, his expression perking up just a bit as he looked at Burt. "You think so?"

"I know my son, Anderson. He'll come around."

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Burt stayed for over an hour before he had to head back home. The snowstorm outside blew on fiercely, so he decided to take off before the roads got too bad. Right as he was about to leave the room though, Marisol came slipping in and the two adults ran into each other, chuckling when they pulled back. For a few moments, they talked quietly to each other, but then Mrs. Anderson dragged Burt away from the room for a second while they discussed something private in the hall.

Blaine, in the meantime, fed the baby, watching as his son stared up at him while he sucked on his bottle. The baby was battling sleep as he drank, his little lashes blinking open and closed as he watched his daddy and made tiny noises while he ate his dinner. Blaine couldn't help but coo at him; his son was just too cute and when the little one was all finished drinking, he brought the baby to his chest and burped him before they both settled down for a nap.

He was on the brink of sleep when his mom came back in the room, his eyes fluttering open upon the sound of the door closing. "Mama?"

"Hey sweetheart. I just wanted to talk with Burt about the nursery. Go back to sleep."

"Did you... did you know Burt has cancer?" Once again, tears filled Blaine's eyes and he blinked rapidly, swallowing the knot in his throat as he struggled not to cry. Guilt still lay heavy on his shoulders, especially now that he knew that Kurt not only had to deal with the news his father gave him, but also that he was dealing with the fact that he was a new father and his dad could also be suffering from cancer that might have spread. The whole Hummel family was going to learn of Burt's fate next week during his oncology appointment, so Kurt was staying in for the rest of the week, but even knowing that Burt (who reassured Blaine multiple times earlier) thought the cancer was gone, it still upset Blaine to know that he was suffering. Sniffling, he fought off the tears and let his attention fall back onto his mom.

"He just told me," Marisol whispered, coming over to take a seat at the edge of the bed. She leaned close to her son and grandson and kissed them both on the forehead, rubbing the baby's tiny arm before she sat back on the bed. "We talked about it, but everything will be okay. Burt's just focused on the baby right now - he said that he's just another reason to live, so he's not going to let the cancer take him down. He's excited to see this little man grow."

"Burt's a great guy."

"Yeah, he is. We talked for a bit out there and we decided that when you're released tomorrow, the Hummels are coming over to help with the nursery. I hope you don't mind that I invited them. They really want to help get things done for you and the baby."

"It's okay. I don't mind if they come over. Carole needs to meet the baby too."

"True." The woman grew quiet for a moment before she glanced back up at her son. "Kurt's here, by the way."

At the sound of his ex's name, Blaine's eyes widened and he looked towards the door, frowning when he saw nobody there. "Really? He's here?"

"He went to get a cup of coffee but he'll be down here soon. You two need to discuss the baby's name before we leave tomorrow. You don't want to have this poor little guy be nameless, now do you?"

"No, I-" He paused when there was a rapt knock on the door. Before he could answer, it swung open and Kurt stepped in, a duffel bag hitched over his shoulder and a cup of coffee in hand.

"Hey," was all the boy offered before he went to the other side of the room to drop off his bag. As soon as he dropped his bag off, Marisol stood up and kissed her family again, brushing some of Blaine's unruly curls out of his face before she stepped back.

"I'm going to go home and finish painting the nursery so it can air out tonight before you two come home tomorrow. Kurt's gonna stay all night and then he'll bring you home, okay?"

"But-"

"Love you, Blaine. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night." Marisol made her way to the door and then she turned around, waving at Kurt. "G'night Kurt."

"G'night Mrs. Anderson."

With that, the woman left and once again, it was just Blaine, Kurt, and the baby alone in the room. Kurt hovered near the bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest, and while he looked like he longed to be sitting beside his ex and their son, he didn't make a move to come over and sit with them. So Blaine decided to take matters into his own hands.

"You wanna hold him?" He asked, scooting up into a more suitable sitting position that gave Kurt some room to sit on the bed with him. For a moment, Kurt seemed to be lost in his thoughts, but finally he nodded and came over, climbing up on the bed to sit indian style before he took the baby from Blaine's arms.

"Has he eaten yet?"

"Yeah, he finished a bottle right before you got here actually. He's been burped too. He's so tired though. He had a long day."

"I can tell," Kurt said softly, rocking the wee one in his arms. Just watching Kurt with the baby made that awful pang of heartbreak throb in Blaine's chest, so he darted his eyes elsewhere and let his gaze fall onto the list of names that sat on the stand next to the bed.

"I, umm... found your list."

Shocked, Kurt's eyebrows shot up and he looked over to where Blaine was staring. There was his list, sitting unfolded on the side table. Next to it was another list, this time written in red ink and in Blaine's writing; it was just as messy as the one he made, but even though it was a jumble of scribbles, part of Kurt felt his heart race at the thought that Blaine took his name ideas into consideration. "Did you like any of them?"

"Yeah. I remembered a bunch of them from the times you and I talked about kids... umm, I added some names I really liked to my own list if you want to look at them." Reaching out, he smoothed down a stray piece of hair that was sticking up on the baby's head before he spoke again, "We should probably think of a name soon though since we're getting discharged tomorrow. I really need to get his birth certificate form filled out. I'd hate for him to be nameless any longer. He'll end up being Baby Boy Anderson forever."

"Hummel-Anderson," Kurt mumbled, but he passed the baby back to Blaine nonetheless, waiting for his ex to put the infant back in his crib. Once they were sure their son was fast asleep, the two of them began studying the names on each list, swapping each others' papers to see what the other had written. For the next few hours, they compared and contrasted the name choices, pushing for ones they liked and arguing against the ones they loathed until they finally came down to a decision.

"So what do you think about this one? Does it sound okay to you?"

"Yeah, I like it," Kurt whispered, looking down at the name that he and Blaine both decided would be a good one for their little boy. It took them well over an hour to sort out the first and middle names into columns, but once they had that down, they were ready.

Then by the time the end of the night came, they finally made a decision on what to name their son. They decided on Jace Alexander Hummel-Anderson.

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When Blaine and Jace came home from the hospital, they were greeted by the Hudson-Hummel family, Mrs. Anderson, and a few of Blaine's close friends. Blaine's father and brother were on their way in so they hadn't yet arrived, but the house was still full to the brim with people. Sam, Tina, and the rest of the New Directions were also there to meet the newest addition to the group and while a lot of them were shocked to know that the reasoning behind Blaine's absence in a lot of school activities was due to the fact that he was pregnant, they were all just glad that everything came out okay.

"I can't believe you were pregnant! I mean, dude, you hid your belly for months and none of us even knew!" Sam exclaimed, shoving Blaine's shoulder as he took a seat next to the recovering boy on the couch. The room was bustling with noise since the girls were busy cooing over the baby (who was all bundled up and being held by Carole) and while everybody was talking amongst themselves, Blaine kept to himself, quietly munching on some of the food brought over by his friends. Sam kept babbling on beside him, but Blaine's eyes were mostly on Kurt, his gaze locked on his ex as the older teen hid in the corner of the living room, his fingers flying across the screen of his phone as he texted some mystery person.

"Here, Blainey Days, I brought you a drink." Tina said, startling Blaine enough that he jumped at the sound of her voice. She waved the can of ginger ale in front of him and he gladly took it, eyes still locked on Kurt and when his two best friends noticed his distraction, they let their eyes follow to where his sight was focused on.

"Who do you think he's talking to? He's been on his phone since you two got home," Sam asked, looking between Kurt and Blaine respectively. Blaine shrugged and went to open his soda, dropping his attention from his ex so that his friends would just ignore it. Yeah, he had a baby with Kurt and everything, but he really didn't want to get into the drama of all of that right now, especially with a house full of people who just found out about his pregnancy. Plus, he wasn't sure who Kurt was busy texting, but if he had to make a guess, he'd swear it was someone he really didn't care to know about.

However, Tina (in all her big-mouth, gossip queen glory) decided to answer Sam's question, completely ignoring the fact that her answer would most likely make Blaine feel even more disgusted with himself than ever. "Well, I overheard him on the phone with Rachel earlier and he was explaining the whole situation to her. I guess he was supposed to text his boyfriend or something about it, but he... didn't? Who knows? I mean, if I was dating someone and they just found out they were a dad, I'd like to know too because I'm gonna end up being a part of the kid's life, you know? So maybe he's trying to break the news to Adam or something."

Adam. The guy's name was Adam. All this time and Blaine didn't know his name, didn't want to know his name, but now he knew. Adam. Adam what? Cute mystery, college guy Adam, the man who Kurt had been seeing for the last few months... the one he brought to the wedding.

God, just the thought of some random guy Blaine didn't know being a part of his child's life made him want to throw up. Scowling, he set his mostly full plate of food on the coffee table and stood up, cringing a bit when the movement aggravated his stitches. Tina reached out to grab his hand, now realizing that she probably should've kept her lips zipped, but he shrugged her off with an excuse. "I need to feed Jace," was all he could muster before he disappeared out of the room. He knew his voice probably sounded wobbly (because it was) and he probably looked a little crazy fleeing from the room like that, but still, he felt terrible. However, as he left and before he was completely out of earshot, he overheard Sam hissing at Tina for the things she said and while it did make him feel a little better, it still didn't help the fact that Kurt was out there talking to his new boyfriend.

The new boyfriend that might just end up playing daddy to their son. Ugh.

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"Jace misses his dada!" Marisol cooed, sliding up to Blaine's side, her elbow bumping his forearm as she showed off the bundle in her arms. The little get-together at the Anderson household was almost over; most of Blaine's friends had gone home and now it was just his mom and Kurt's family, the now blended relatives sitting around the living room chatting with each other about their children as babies and what Jace was going to be like when he grew up. Blaine checked out of the conversation a long time ago, instead deciding to nap on the couch while everybody else talked and enjoyed themselves. Honestly, even though it felt petty, all he wanted to do was be with his son alone. Sure, he was happy that his family (blended and the like)was there to spend time with the newest member of their clan, but still, he was exhausted and sore from the birth and all he wanted to do was sleep. Also, it didn't help that Kurt was there and hadn't spoken a word to him since they walked in the door with Jace.

Kurt only spent the night with him at the hospital, brought him back home, and that was that. The night before wasn't very pleasant either. Kurt spent most of his time with Jace while they argued about names, but once they settled on the perfect name for their child, that was it for the talking aspect between the two of them. For the rest of the night, Kurt took care of the baby while Blaine slept and then once the doctor cleared them to go home, Kurt drove them to the Andersons' and went off on his own. Occasionally he took Jace from whoever had him, but he never came over to see Blaine or anything.

And now he was busy texting his new boyfriend about the baby and all Blaine wanted to do was walk up to him, smash his phone, and scream at him.

Because, truthfully, it hurt. It was upsetting because while Blaine knew he did some pretty stupid things throughout the last year, all he could think about while Kurt was texting that Adam guy was how many times he ignored Blaine while they were dating. Why was it that Kurt could make time to text Adam about stuff? Why was it that this new guy was so fucking important and Kurt needed to text him for hours, but when he was dating Blaine - his boyfriend of over a year - he couldn't even answer one damn text or call or anything?

It just seemed so odd to him. It was strange to see Kurt so attached to his phone, so obsessed with telling things to some guy he'd only dated for a few months when he could easily tell him once he got back to New York. Instead of spending time with his family and his child, he was hooked to his phone and the only thing it did was piss Blaine off tremendously.

Rolling his eyes, Blaine huffed, pushed the boiling anger that began to overwhelm him away. He went to take Jace from his mom, smiling when his son was safely in his arms. "Hey baby boy, you okay? Did you have a busy day? Did you meet lots of people?"

"He's quite popular with your friends, Blaine. You have a lot of potential babysitters."

"Yeah well, I don't go anywhere so I won't need one," Blaine joked lamely, ignoring the several pairs of eyes on him. Everyone else in the room quit talking when Blaine began babbling at Jace and now they were all staring at him, including Kurt, who finally set his phone aside to join the conversation around him.

"You should try to get out every once in a while. Being cooped up with a baby can really take its toll on you," Carole added and Blaine nodded in agreement, even though he knew that he probably wouldn't heed her advice anyway. At that moment in time, all he could think about was being with Jace, about being the best dad he could be, and he couldn't do that if he was running around with his friends. He wasn't going to neglect his child, no way, not when Jace was still so little. He wasn't going to leave his baby with a sitter while he went out with his friends either. He couldn't. He just couldn't.

His face twitched as he plastered a fake smile on and he stood up from the couch, gasping a bit when the action brought discomfort to his healing body. His mom placed a hand on his back and shot him a concerned look, but he shrugged her off, turning to bid the group of people around him goodnight. He couldn't be down there anymore, not with his mind racing over Kurt and this new boyfriend of his; god, if he stayed any longer, he'd crack, so he excused himself as fast as he could, ignoring the looks everyone was giving him. They knew. They all knew. He was wearing his heart on his sleeve after all. "I'm completely zonked, guys. I'm just gonna take Jace and go to bed, okay? It was nice seeing everybody. Thanks for coming. G'night."

As the others bid him their goodbyes, he crept upstairs, his breath hissing through his teeth as the dilemma of taking the incline made everything hurt worse. He was partially up the steps when a pair of footsteps fell behind him and then there was a steady hand on the small of his back helping him climb up each step.

"Careful," the person behind him warned and Blaine rolled his eyes, the annoyance from earlier clouding over him.

"I don't need your help."

"Really? Are we really going to do this now? I just wanted to make sure the two of you made it upstairs safely, okay? You're going to hurt yourself if you keep speeding around like that. Your mom told me you needed stitches because you tore and-"

"Yeah well, I can handle this just fine, thank you very much. They're just stairs. I don't need you hovering over me."

Kurt scoffed, "God, Blaine, why are you being so crabby right now? I'm trying to help you."

"And I told you I don't need your help! Why don't you go back to texting your boyfriend and just let me go to my room?"

For a moment, the hand on the small of Blaine's back disappeared; Kurt had frozen in shock on the steps, stunned by what just came out of Blaine's mouth. However, it only took him seconds before he came right back into Blaine's personal bubble, his voice low and dangerous. "So that's what this is all about. What a surprise."

"Kurt, please." Blaine whined, his voice laced with exhaustion. "I really don't want to fight with you, okay? I just want to go upstairs, put Jace in his crib, and go to sleep. Just go back downstairs. Please."

"No. I want to know what your deal is. I try to come help you put the baby in his crib and you're gonna flip out on me for texting Adam. Like it's any of your business."

"It's my business when this guy's going to be around my son!"

As soon as they reached the top of the staircase, Blaine stormed off, arms tightly wrapped around his son as he partially limped to his bedroom. His lower half was burning from the speed at which he took the stairs and tears stung his eyes from both the pain tearing up his body as well as the throb of his aching heart. Behind him, Kurt kept up the pace and once they were in Blaine's room, Kurt shut the door behind them and stopped in front of the bed, watching quietly as Blaine gently set Jace in his crib.

"My relationships aren't your business, Blaine. You and I aren't together. You cheated on me, you know."

"Yeah. Thanks for reminding me because I completely forgot what I did."

"Don't you dare turn this around on me. I'm not the bad guy here."

"Well, neither am I!" Blaine yelled, instantly hushing when he got scared over the fact that he'd wake up Jace or alert someone downstairs that he and Kurt were bickering again. "You keep... you keep on treating me like a pariah, Kurt, and my god, I told you I was sorry and yet you still keep holding this over my head! I'm not asking you to forgive me, but I am asking you to just drop it right now. I'm so fucking tired and instead of being able to rest, I've got you on my back busting my ass because of a stupid mistake I made! A stupid mistake that I will never ever forget and will always regret!"

Kurt bit his lip, looking away from Blaine for a moment as a rush of emotions flooded over him. Blaine was standing across from him, arms crossed over his chest as he heaved in shaking breaths, and he looked so small dressed in his too-large clothes. The hoodie, t-shirt, sweatpants combo he was wearing hung huge on his small frame and he looked like he was swimming in the extra fabric, especially now that he was agitated and occasionally flailing his arms around as he argued his point. Other than the ill-fitting clothes, he looked so drained, fatigue painted all over his features. There were dark circles under his eyes, his hair (which was usually well-styled and gelled down) was longer than Kurt had ever seen it and it was unruly with curls that fluffed and stuck out in patches. Blaine looked completely worn-out, exhausted, and for the first time since he landed in Ohio, Kurt could see how much energy this whole ordeal had taken out of his ex.

"Blaine, I-"

"Can you just go? I'm not... I'm not banning you from seeing Jace. I just- I need some time to myself. Please? Just leave me alone."

Oh god, and now he was crying too. Kurt stepped forward, his hand twitching at his side as he fought with himself over whether or not to leave like Blaine wanted or to actually go and wrap his ex up in his arms. Before he could act, Blaine turned away from him and dropped his head into his hands, his thick, heavy sobs filling the room. Darting his gaze to the side, Kurt watched as Jace began to squirm, so he went over and picked up the baby, cradling him against his chest as Blaine continued to cry it out. Jace's cries mixed in with his daddy's once the newborn was wide awake and it was obvious that the little guy was startled from the new sounds around him. His whimpers broke Kurt's heart. "Don't cry, please don't cry," Kurt pleaded quietly, unsure of which sobbing person he was trying to soothe, but when Blaine muttered a quiet request for him to just go in between his sobs, Kurt did as he was told and stepped out of the room, pacing the hall back and forth as he rocked Jace in his arms and waited for the infant to fall back asleep.

It took several minutes (and a lot of rocking and soft singing) for Jace to calm down again, but soon he was fast asleep in Kurt's arms and he needed to go back in his crib. Quietly, Kurt crept back to Blaine's room with the sleeping babe, stepping into the room as silently as he could just in case Blaine was still freaking out.

However, much to Kurt's surprise, Blaine was tucked up in bed already, curled in a ball. His arms were wrapped around his waist and he was sleeping, the trails from his tears still fresh on his cheeks. Occasionally, he'd inhale, his breaths stuttered from the crying he did earlier, and Kurt felt his stomach swirl sourly at the thought that he was the one who made Blaine so upset.

He really hated upsetting Blaine, no matter what their relationship was... and tonight was no different. The whole thing with Adam was something he hadn't planned on dealing with until he got back to New York, but Rachel kept on calling, claiming that Adam had stopped by and he was worried, so Kurt had to do damage control. He knew Adam would be freaked out by the idea that his boyfriend of a couple months was a new father, but if they were going to try to make things work, he had to know.

Of course, Kurt ignored the strange twinge in his gut when he thought about how wrong it felt to be dating Adam still, especially now that he was a new father. Hell, even before Kurt knew about the baby, he was unsure about keeping it going with Adam. He brought the other guy to the Valentine's Day wedding with him just so he'd have a reason to ignore Blaine, but it was just so awkward having him there especially since Blaine didn't show up at all. The members (new and old) of the New Directions really didn't get along with Adam whatsoever, so Adam mostly stayed glued to Kurt's side the whole evening... and all this happened while Kurt sat around wondering where Blaine was at.

Hell, the entire time he was at the wedding, he blatantly ignored how much he missed Blaine too. Because who spends all their time looking for their ex when they're trying to get over them and they've brought their new boyfriend along for the ride? No one, especially not Kurt. Totally Kurt.

Now Kurt was in Ohio with Blaine and their son and Adam was freaking out over where he went. All Kurt could really do was try to defuse the situation by telling Adam that he'd explain it better when he got home, but from there, it blew up because Rachel accidentally spilled the beans about the baby to Adam and then the next thing Kurt knew, he was glued to his phone trying to explain the semantics of the situation to everybody.

Now he wasn't even sure if he'd have a boyfriend by the time he got back to New York? Or if he even wanted to have a boyfriend by the time he got back...

Sighing, Kurt kissed the top of his son's head, smiling against the fine hair that grew there before he gently lowered the baby into the crib and made sure he was safely situated on his back. For a few moments, he watched his son sleep and before he knew it, his gaze fell over to where Blaine was sleeping. His ex was still tucked up in a ball, but he looked a bit cold, so Kurt crossed the room and pulled one of Blaine's throw blankets off of the corner chair, carefully unfolding it before he laid it across his ex's form. He gnawed on his lip as he sat down on the edge of the bed and trailed his fingers against Blaine's brow, allowing himself a moment to just look at his first love... the father of his son.

"Oh Blaine," he whispered, staring down at Blaine's tear streaked cheeks, tenderly cupping his hand against Blaine's jaw. He stared at his ex's peaceful sleeping face and wondered what all Blaine was thinking about as he slept. Was he dreaming about the baby? About him? Despite all that happened, was he happy? Or was he putting on a front?

Just looking at Blaine's face made all the scattered puzzle pieces in Kurt's mind go flying back together again. It was in that moment that Kurt realized that he really didn't know this new Blaine at all. This Blaine (the father, the ex, the scared teenager) wasn't someone that Kurt knew. He knew (and thought he understood) the old Blaine, but this one terrified him a little... because he wasn't sure how to relate to this one. This Blaine was damaged, this Blaine was broken, and this Blaine was changing, growing, turning into someone completely different from the Blaine that had been Kurt's boyfriend several months ago.

Kurt sniffled, frowning when he realized that sometime in between him sitting down on the bed and now he'd began to cry. Sucking in a deep breath, he used his free hand to wipe away the wetness from his face, his other hand now brushing against Blaine's sleep-mussed hair. He couldn't help but think about their past and how much everything was fucked up. They had been so good then, good for each other, good together. And now, they were completely different people and it felt like they were on completely different plains. "What happened to us?" He whispered, stroking his thumb along Blaine's cheekbone, his eyes alight with more tears. "God, Blaine. What happened?"

A/N: I'm a terrible, terrible liar. I planned on ending this story with this chapter and instead, my brain went tap dancing into plot town and it looks like there might be two or three more chapters left of this if my ideas go where I want them to go. So, I guess you guys can look forward to a little more of this. Sorry about that! Ha! Umm, anyway, thanks for the reviews on the last chapter! Please let me know what you thought of this chapter or what you think will happen next? You know, now that Adam knows and everything! Dun dun dun! Oh, and I hope you all have a Happy New Year!