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Author's Note: I was not expecting as much brilliant feedback as I got. I'm so thrilled everyone likes it! I hope this chapter lives up to expectations. I use a couple covers in this chapter, so if you want you can go to the bottom of the page and get the track list/download list to hear how the song should sound.
When Blaine got to Glee Club after school he felt better, but not by a lot. He immediately went to Mr. Shue and handed him the Spanish work before taking a seat in the back row like he'd grown accustom to now. When he sat down he let his face fall into his hands. Someone knew. Someone knew he might be pregnant. It was scary and relieving all at once. Quinn entered the room a few minutes later and took the seat right next to Blaine. She bumped his shoulder to get his attention.
"You okay?" She asked softly. He blinked at her. "Right, stupid questions," she said more to herself then him. He sat up. "Are you feeling alright? Physically, I mean."
"I feel a little nauseous, but I think I'll be fine. I haven't eaten since lunch." Blaine explained. Before Quinn could reply Mr. Shue got things started.
Puck made it through to the first chorus of a song about calling a girl that touched herself before Mr. Shue stopped him. Next Brittany sang My Cup again, this time with a couple new verses. Everybody clapped and smiled when she was done even though it was obvious Brittany didn't get the assignment. Then it was Santana's turn. She got set up, her on one stool and Sam with his guitar on another, and surprised everyone with her song choice.
Well I won't be the one to disappoint you anymore,
And I know, I've said all this so that you've heard it all before,
The trick is getting you to think that all this was your idea,
And it was everything you've ever wanted out of here,
Love's not a competition but I'm winning.
Santana was looking all around the room, eyes darting from the walls to the floor to everyone's shoes.
I'm not sure what's truly altruistic anymore,
Cause every good thing that I do is listed and you're keeping score,
Well love's not a competition but I'm winning,
Well love's not a competition but I'm winning,
Or at least I thought I was, but there's no way of knowing,
At least I thought I was, but there's no way of knowing,
Her eyes finally landed on Brittany.
You know what it's like when you're new to the game but I'm not,
She looked down at her feet for the rest of the performance after that.
Well I won't be the one to disappoint you,
Well I won't be the one to disappoint you anymore
Well I won't be the one to disappoint you anymore
I won't be the one to disappoint you anymore
I won't be the one to disappoint you anymore
As the song ended she got up and left the room, Brittany quick to following her. It seemed like a lot of people were confused but Blaine saw that look in her eyes. He knew a heart breaking when he saw one, and he definitely just saw one. After five minutes passed and Brittany and Santana hadn't come back Mr. Shue said they were done for the day.
Blaine spent some of the time on his ride home thinking about Santana and her love for Brittany, and a little bit about how comfortable it was to be in gym clothes for most of the day. He thought to himself that he may need to look into getting a pair of gym shorts, especially if he was pregnant-the thought in turn making his stomach churn and beg for food at the same time. Once home he ate four pop-tarts before heading to his room. Ten minutes later he regretted the decision, kneeling over his toilet and puking up what he just ate, and what felt like some of his lunch.
"Blainers," a small voice asked through the door followed by a few soft knocks. "Are you okay?" Blaine flushed the toilet and opened the door to see his little sister, Belinda, standing there with hands behind her back.
"Yeah, Bel. I'm fine." He assured her, opening his arms to her. She ran into his chest, hugging him with all her strength. "I just ate too much again." He picked her up and carried her to his room.
"You're such a boy." She smiled to him before he tossed her on his bed. He took off his sweater before going to his dresser to find another shirt. "Who's Puckerman?" He turned around to face his sister.
"What?"
"You're shirt. It says Puckerman. That's not your name."
"Oh, yeah. He's…my friend." Blaine explained, going back to looking through his drawers. Belinda perked up, getting to her knees on his bed.
"Is he your boyfriend?" She teased.
"No."
"Do you want him to be?" She asked. He chuckled.
"I don't think so. Plus, even if I did, I'm not really his type." He said, finally finding a suitable shirt and changing before flopping down on his bed next to his sister.
"What? How could you not be his type?" She asked as she cuddled into his side.
"I think he likes girls more."
"Like Kurt?" She asked innocently. Blaine knew he shouldn't have laughed but he couldn't help a small chuckle from coming out.
"No, not like Kurt. Like Rachel."
"I don't like her"
"I know." He smiled to her.
"Hhmm. You know what?"
"What?"
"You need to find your prince."
"A prince?"
"Not just a prince, your prince. Like when you were with Kurt. He was hurt and you fixed him. You were his prince. Now you're broken and you need a prince to fix you."
"And do you know anybody that's a prince?"
"Well, only the Disney ones, but they already have princesses."
"Well if you find one let me know, okay?" He joked. She nodded. "Now, while we're waiting for him to show up why don't you go get your homework and bring it in here so I can help you with your math."
"Who said I need help with math?" She asked as she jumped off his bed and headed for her room.
"That red 'F' on the fridge told me."
The next day they had a glee club meeting at lunch. Usually the club met after school on Mondays and Tuesdays, at lunch on Wednesdays through Fridays, and sometimes after school Fridays if competitions were coming up.
Blaine got to the choir room early and sat in the back while waiting for everyone to show up. He was not looking forward to today's meeting. Today Kurt was going to perform. Blaine knew Kurt, and he knew that Kurt was going to use his performance to try and hurt Blaine. Quinn also knew this, so she wasted no time sitting right next to Blaine and taking his hand in hers.
Eventually everyone came in and took their seats. Eager to start his number Kurt sat at the piano and Finn at the drums. When the song started Blaine started regretted most of his life for the past few months.
I wanna love you, I want to love and treat you right;
I wanna love you every day and every night:
We'll be together, with a roof over our heads;
We'll share the shelter in a single bed;
Is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love that I'm feelin'?
Is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love that I'm feelin'?
I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know now.
I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know
Kurt was making a show of smiling and winking at Finn. Blaine felt the familiar feeling of bile rising in his throat.
I'm willing and able
So I lay my cards on your table
I wanna love you, I wanna love,
Love and treat you, love and treat you right;
I wanna love you every day and every night:
We'll be together, with a roof over our heads;
We'll share the shelter, of my single bed;
That was all Blaine could stomach. He got up and ran out of the room, looking for the nearest trash can, Quinn soon following. Kurt didn't bother to stop playing as Blaine made his exit. Blaine soon found himself hunched over a trashcan, puking up what must have been his breakfast since he hadn't eaten lunch. When he was finished he slumped against the locker next to the trashcans, willing the tears not fall.
"Blaine-" Quinn started softly.
"No," He snapped loudly cutting her off. "Don't you start. Nothing you can say will make this better." He said getting to his feet. "I mean, what did I do? Please tell me what I've done to deserve this?" He practically shouted in the hallway. "Please, please Quinn, let me know, because I have no idea. To my knowledge I haven't done anything, but I must be forgetting something because I obviously deserve this."
"Blaine, don't be like this. It's not that ba-"
"Yes, it is. It is that bad. Not only did the boy I love break my heart by cheating on me with his step brother, but then he decides to shove it in my face every chance he gets. And what can I do about it? Nothing," he yells, punching the locker. That's when tears started to fall. "I can't do a god damn thing about it. Oh but I'm not finished yet, because now I'm going to be stuck for the rest of my life with a reminder of his stupid face. Of what he did to me." He sighed, exhausted. "What did I do?" He started to cry as he fell to his knees. Quinn quickly fell to the floor next to him and gathered him in her arms as she started to cry herself. He clung to her. She remembered what it was like. How scary everything was, and that just at the idea of being pregnant. After a couple minutes of soft coos and a gentle hand rubbing his back he pulled away to look at her. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispers to her.
"Don't. Don't be. Listen, how about we skip the rest of today's classes and go back to my house? We'll get something to eat," she suggested, only to get a wince from Blaine, "or take a nap before we go to the doctors, okay? How does that sound?" She asked softly, wiping some tears off his cheek. He started nodding.
"Yeah, yeah I'd like that," He choked out.
It was a fact now, he was pregnant. The doctor told him he was pregnant. The sonogram told him he was pregnant. Blaine Anderson was pregnant. He knew this was a possibility, but now that it was real he wasn't sure he could handle it. He and Quinn had been parked outside of her house for about five minutes, maybe longer. Neither of them knew what to say. She reached over and grabbed his hand. He squeezed back but kept his eyes forward.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Quinn whispered, though to Blaine it sounded like she was yelling. "Call me if you need anything, okay?" He nodded. "Seriously, anything."
"Okay," he replied, his voice barely making a sound. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before getting out of the car. Once he saw her front door close he started his car and headed home.
Once at home he made it to his living room before collapsing, landing on the couch. He took the sonogram print outs and looked at them for a while, his fingers tracing the outline of his future child, before putting them down on the coffee table and staring off into space. What was he going to do? Tell Kurt? Kurt would hate him. He would think Blaine was lying to get him back. Kurt would think Blaine wants him back. No, he couldn't tell Kurt. Not right away at least. Was he going to keep it? He could get rid of it and no one would be the wiser. He still had a year of high school left and god knows it would be easier without a child. Before he knows it an hour has passed and his father is home, yelling his name to get his attention. He blinks once then looks up at his father.
"Blaine, what are these?" His father asked, his voice less stern then it should be as he points down at the coffee table.
"Sonograms," Blaine explains in a calm tone, like he was giving his father the time.
"Blaine, did you get some girl pregnant?" His father asked, almost hopefully.
"No."
"Then whose are these?"
"Mine."
"What?"
"I'm pregnant."
"What?"
"About eight or nine weeks according to the doctor."
"Blaine this isn't funny. That's not possible." His father practically yells.
"Sure it is. Look it up."
His father huffed and stomped upstairs to check on his computer if what Blaine was saying could possibly be true. He was back down the stairs and steaming in front of Blaine thirty minutes later.
"Out." He yelled.
"What?" Blaine blinked up at him, his calm tone still in place.
"Get out of my house."
"Dad, you can't," Blaine starts, jumping up from the couch and show his first sign of emotion since he got the news.
"You bet your ass I can. You've been nothing but a disappointment to me. And now you've gone and got yourself knocked up. You are and always will be a disgrace to this family. You have twenty minutes to get as much shit as you can into that car of yours and turn in your house key."
"Dad, don't do-" Blaine begged, cut off by a hand striking his cheek.
"Twenty. Minutes." His dad growled through gritted teeth. Blaine sped upstairs, going first for some clothes, packing them into his backseat. Next he fit his keyboard into his trunk. He then looked over his desk, packing up his laptop and ipod and grabbing some pictures from his Dalton days. Next he looked under his bed and found a shoe box. He had forgotten about it since Kurt had ended things. He opened it and was faced with pictures of them together, letters Kurt had written him, notes passed in class, and a pair of boxer briefs Kurt had left in his room one night. His father yelled up the stairs that he had five minutes left, so he grabbed the box along with one of his pillows and one of his blankets and left to his car, making sure to trade the sonograms for his house key on the coffee table. He got done packing the last of his stuff into his trunk and went to get into his car when he heard her.
"Blainers?" A little voice called out. He stopped in his tracks and turned towards the door. Belinda was standing there clutching her stuffed moose to her chest. That's when the tears started to form. He took a couple step towards her and she took a couple towards him. He kneeled down and opened his arms and she rushed into them. He could feel the wetness from her cheeks as he held her to his chest. "Blainers what did you do?" She mumbled into his shirt.
"I...I feel in love with the wrong person, Bel."
"Where are you going?" She asked, taking her head from his chest and looking into his eyes.
"I don't know right now." He replied, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.
"Can I come with you?"
Blaine's tears were no longer in his control.
"No, Bel," he sniffled, "you can't come with me. You need to stay here okay? And you need to promise me to do all your homework and learn all you can, and grow up to be strong and go to college, okay?" He told her in a watery voice. She nodded, her own tears falling. "And promise me, please promise to never listen to dad. Do what you believe is right. Love who you want to love. Be who you want to be and don't let him tell you otherwise okay?" She nodded again. "Promise me."
"I promise." She agreed with a weak smile. He kissed her forehead.
"Now go inside and do that homework of yours, okay?" Blaine forced a smile for her. She nodded then held out her moose.
"Take him."
"What?"
"If I can't go, take Canada." She explained.
"Bel, I can't take him away from you."
"Please. Take him. So you won't be alone." She pleaded. He couldn't help the smile that came from her words as more tears slid down his cheek. He hugged her tight one last time.
"I love you so much Bel. Don't forget that." He mumbled into her hair.
"I love you too." She told him once they broke apart.
"Belinda, get in here." Their father yelled from the front door. She smiled one last time at him before skipping back into the house, leaving Blaine with her stuffed moose in the drive way.
Blaine got in his car and started driving, not really paying attention to where he was going. After a half hour he pulled over and started bawling. He had been kicked out. He had finally made his dad so angry he'd been kicked out. When he finally pulled himself together he looked around and saw where he was parked, outside of the Hummel-Hudson house.
"Fuck me," He whispered to himself, letting his head fall onto the steering wheel. A minute later there was a knock on his window. He looked up to see Mr. Hummel. He unlocked the doors and Mr. Hummel went around to sit in the passenger seat, shutting the door while Blaine tried to wipe away his tear tracks.
"Hey there kiddo." Burt greeted.
"Hello Mr. Hummel."
"Please, Burt."
"Burt." Blaine forced a smile.
"That's better. So, any reason you're crying in front of my house?" Burt asked concerned.
"Oh, um…I just had a bad day, went out for a drive. I guess I'm just so used to coming here."
"You went out for a drive with a pillow and your clothes?" Burt asks skeptically. Blaine looks down at his hands in his lap. "I know you and Kurt aren't together anymore, but I also know your home life isn't the best, so I want you to know that I'm always here if you need me."
"Thank you mist-Burt," Blaine said almost automatically.
"I'm serious, kid. You don't look like you're in that good of shape."
Blaine couldn't bring himself to look at Burt. He was afraid if he did he wouldn't be able to control himself. If he didn't want Kurt to know he knew Burt could not find out.
"Like I said, bad day," Blaine tried again, scratching the back of his neck.
"Well my door is always open. Anytime." Burt repeated, trying his best to get Blaine to believe him. Burt opened his door and paused before turning back to Blaine. "If I asked you something, you'd be honest with me, right?"
"Of course," Blaine assured as his heart sped up. Burt couldn't possibly know…could he?
"Is Kurt dating anyone?" Burt asked. "It's just, he's not as sad as he should be considering you guys split up. He's kind of acting like you never split up. I know he doesn't like to show any weakness, but I thought when he went through his first break up he'd be a mess. I haven't seen him cry once. The only thing that my brain can come up with is that there's someone else."
"I," Blaine started but stopped. He sighed. Burt really had no idea. Burt didn't get it. "You have to talk to him about that. You know if you ask him he'll give you an answer. Don't ruin your relationship with him by getting dirt from his ex."
"You're probably right," Burt sighed. "Thank you." Burt said, getting out of the car. Before he closed the door he leaned down to remind Blaine to not be afraid to come see him.
After talking to Burt, Blaine felt even worse about his situation. Kurt would hate him for being pregnant, but maybe Burt wouldn't. He probably thought he'd never have any grandchildren. He'd probably love and spoil that baby just as much as Blaine. Blaine knew then he'd have to tell Burt, regardless of Kurt. He sniffled a few times, internally begging his nose to stop running before starting that car.
The next place he found himself parked outside of was Quinn's. She had said 'anything', right? Expecting the worse, Blaine got out of his packed car and knocked on her door.
"Blaine?" Quinn questioned, surprised when she answered the door.
"I-I didn't know where else to go." He stuttered. She stepped out onto the front step next to him.
"What happened?"
"My, uh, dad," he started, trying to wipe the tears before they started. "He found out I was pregnant and…and he kicked me out so I don't know where else to go." His voice had cracked slightly and his sniffles had come back. She wrapped him up in a fierce hug.
"Of course you're staying here. Of course."
"I'm so tired, Quinn." He mumbled into her shoulder, soaking her shirt with his tears.
"I know." She whispered into his hair.
Blaine woke up a few hours later in a room he'd never seen before. Too tired to care, he laid back down. Before he could go back to sleep he heard some voices on the other side of the door.
"Well what's the long term plan then?"
"I don't know."
"I'm not raising a baby, Quinn."
"I know, but what are we supposed to do? Shove him into Kurt's house? Let him loose on the streets? He's scared mom, he's pregnant and his family abandon him, and knowing what that's like, I'm not going to let him be alone."
He heard someone sigh and then feet stomping down stairs. A few seconds later the door opened, light pouring into the room and hitting Blaine in the face. He cringed and turned over.
"Sorry," Quinn whispered. She went around to the other side of the bed and sat down, carding her fingers through his hair. He turned to her, laying his head on her lap. "I got this out of your car. I thought you might want it," he whispered as she laid Canada down next to him. "Do you feel any better?"
"A little." He answered in a sleepy whisper. "I'm hungry."
"There's some food downstairs with your name on it." She told him. He smiled faintly, snuggling a bit closer to her. Quinn had to bite her lip from making any noise. Blaine was going through enough; he didn't need her drama to go with it. Even though they knew food was waiting they didn't move. "I'm so scared Quinn." He confessed a few minutes later, wrapping his arm around her legs and snuggling into her completely.
"I know. Blaine. I know."
Author's Note: I'm sorry! I know I should feel bad for Blaine, but I kind of feel bad for Quinn. Anyways, the next chapter withh have Duets+Hat Of Fate, so get exited and keep with it! Also, all the thanks to my lovely beta midnightatmine on tumblr. Send her some love if you have a minute or two of free time.
Song List:
Puck
Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too - Say Anything mediafire(.)com/?23kqivfsitjlzfc
Santana
Love's Not a Competition (But I'm Winning) (Cover) - Paramore mediafire(.)com/?1pcyd51jb0dxwbp
Kurt
Is This Love (Cover) - Corinne Bailey Rae mediafire(.)com/?rat6d0ww5nf1crk