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Author's Note: Hello there. So, this part two of chapter eight. There will be one more part to this chapter. Hopefully this wasn't too delayed. Hopefully the next part will be coming soon. I would like to give a smooch to Lilgirlost, and a big thank you dani_elizabethx on LJ for being a wonderful beta. Enjoy!
Santana's phone would not stop ringing from texts and calls from Sam to hang out, just the two of them, which was something she was trying to avoid at all costs. Instead of answering him she threw her phone in the passenger seat of her car and went to find Blaine. When she got to his apartment she let herself in with a key she had somehow obtained. She opened the door to find a frozen Blaine in the middle of the apartment.
"Prep school?" She asked as took a few steps in. When Blaine didn't respond she went over to him and shook his shoulders lightly. He blinked once, and then looked into her eyes. His eyes were glossy but no tears had fallen. "Whoa, are you okay?"
"I'm pregnant." Blaine said, his tone even. Santana's face scrunched up in confusion.
"What?"
"I'm pregnant." Blaine repeated. "I'm pregnant with Kurt's baby. I'm pregnant and Noah kissed me, so I told him I'm pregnant, and he didn't believe me. So he swore at me and stormed off."
"Oh Blaine," She said softly and pulled him into a hug. He hugged her back tightly.
"I don't want to lose him." Blaine whispered into her shoulder as he ran her fingers through his freed curls.
"You won't. I promise you won't." He assured him quietly. He pulled away slightly and wiped his eyes.
"C-can you give me a ride to somewhere?" He asked as she rubbed his arms. "I don't think I can drive right now."
When Puck got into work he was furious. What did him and Blaine just fucking talk about? And then Blaine went and told him that bullshit? He barely spoke to anyone in that first hour of work, only nodding a hello to the few guys who greeted him when he walked in. He took his anger out on the car he was working on, eventually just throwing his wrench at it.
"Whoa," Burt's voice came out of nowhere, making Puck turn to him quickly. "You're going to have to pay for that," Burt said as he wiped his hands with a dirty rag.
"Yeah, sorry," Puck sighed as he smoothed a hand through his mohawk. "I've been trying to work on anger."
"Is everything okay?" Burt asked as he took a step closer.
"Yeah," Puck nodded, not completely sure he was telling the truth. "It's just, Blaine is-"
"Blaine? Is he okay?" Burt interrupted.
"Yeah, he's fine, he just told me some bullshit about how he's pregnant." Puck rolled his eyes. Burt's face suddenly got serious.
"Puckerman, can I see you in my office?" Burt said with a straight face before heading straight to his office. Puck followed him quickly. Once the office door closed Burt rubbed his forehead as he went to sit at his desk.
"What's going on?" Puck asked, confused.
"Blaine told you he was pregnant?"
"Yeah."
"And you thought he was lying?"
"Yeah." Puck said, like it would be obvious. Burt sighed and opened at drawer in his desk. He handed a picture over to Puck. When Puck looked at it closely he saw it was a sonogram. He knew what one was because he had one of Beth in the back of his locker. Puck looked at Burt with an eyebrow raised in confusion.
"Blaine is pregnant."
"But…but guys can't get pregnant," Puck stated in anger as he threw the sonogram on the desk.
"I thought that too, but then I saw my grandchild." Burt explained, picking up the sonogram and looking at it fondly. Puck sat down with a heavy thud as the realization hit him. "I know you're living with him, and he should have told you before that even happened, but Blaine is having this child and he needs all the support he can get. His parents have already kicked him out." And suddenly it made sense to Puck why Quinn had taken him in. "Puckerman, I need your word he can count on you, because if he can't, I'm not sure you should continue living with him." Puck blinked down at his lap before looking Burt in the eye and nodding.
"You can count on me," Puck said seriously.
"Good," Burt said as his eyes softened. Sudden;y Puck got a text from Santana that read 'You better make things right between you and Blaine before you get home, or Snix is coming over'. Puck stood up slowly.
"Mr. Hummel, can I have the rest of the day off? I really need to…do a couple things."
"Sure. But I expect you back here tomorrow." Burt called out as Puck ran through the garage to his truck.
Blaine walked slowly up to the front door. Santana stayed in the car and watched to make sure Blaine got inside safely. He knocked, but his knocks were too weak, so he banged on the door a couple times. He looked down at his feet while he waited. Suddenly Ms. Fabray opened the door.
"Blaine?" She asked in a surprised tone.
"I-I'm sorry to just drop by like this…but I just, I really need a mom right now." He explained, trying to blink away forming tears.
"Of course, Sweetie." She says softly. She gently put her arm on his shoulder and stepped out of the doorway so he could come in.
She settled him on the couch, wrapping a few blankets around him before going into the kitchen and making him a cup of hot chocolate. When she came back into the living room His tears seemed to have faded. She cuddled up next to him and started rubbing his back as she asked him to explain what had happened.
"N-Puck," he started, "he…told me he liked me."
"I knew it." She smiled.
"What?" Blaine asked as he blinked at her.
"You should see the way he looks at you, hun." She said fondly with a soft smile. Blaine bit his lip as the information sunk in.
"A-anyways. He told me and then…I told him I was pregnant, and he didn't believe me. He thought I was making it up. But why would I make that up?" Blaine asked seriously, his wide eyes looking into Ms. Fabray's.
"It's okay. Don't worry about him. He's probably just scared. Putting your feelings out there is never easy." She reasoned softly. Blaine nodded in agreement as he looked into his almost empty mug. "Just give him a day or two. He'll come around. He'd be a fool to let someone like you go." She assured him. His lips stretched into a smile. He finished the rest of his hot chocolate as she got up. "Now, I know what will make you feel better," she said. He put the mug on the table before looking up to see her holding out her hand as music started to play. "Come dance with me." She smiled down at him. He felt himself blush a little before getting up and joining her as she started to sing.
Every day will be like a holiday,
When my baby, yeah, when my baby comes home
Blaine knew immediately where Quinn got her voice from.
Now he's been gone for such a long time,
Since he's been gone, I've had him on my mind
I got a letter today, just about noon,
said, "Don't worry baby, I'll be home soon"
Everyday will be like a holiday
When my baby, when my baby comes home
He said not to worry, don't sitting by the phone
Soon I'll be home baby, you'll never be alone
I expect to see him sometime today
I know my baby, never going away
Every day will be like a holiday
When my baby, baby, baby, baby,
When my baby comes home
Every day will be like a holiday
When my baby, when my baby comes home
After they danced together for a few more songs she noticed a yawn he was trying to hide and took him to the room he used to stay in so he could take a nap. She made sure he was tucked in before turning off the light and heading to the door.
"Thank you," he whispered as her hand reached the doorknob.
"Always," she said softly before closing the door.
Puck knocked harshly on the door, only stopping when it was finally opened.
"Uh, hi Mr. Berry. Is Rachel home?" Puck asked awkwardly.
"Hello Noah," Mr. Berry greeted with a smile. "She's in her room." He explained as he moved out of the way for Puck to come in.
Puck walked up the stairs and immediately heard counting. He wandered down the hall to her room. When he gets there the door is slightly open, and when he peeks inside he sees her in front of her mirror counting as she brushes her hair. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door, his knocks pushing the door open. She turned around and her eyebrow went up.
"Noah?" She asked as she stood up.
"So like, you said I could talk to you," Puck said, looking down at his feet. "I'm ready…to talk about it." Puck said quietly as he took a few steps into her room.
Rachel's face lit up with realization and she quickly grabbed him by the arm and situated him on her bed.
"I want to know everything." She said, her eyes focus on his face intently.
"This morning I ended up making out with him," Puck started to explain, Rachel smiling at news of their development. "But then he told me," Puck stopped himself before he revealed Blaine's secret. "He said some crazy shit, and I thought he was lying, but then it turned out he wasn't lying." Puck explained. "I-I think I messed things up. I have to make it up to him, but I don't know what to do." Rachel sighed through her nose as she pursed her lips.
"Noah, I know you're smarter than this." She said. He turned his head to look at her. "Remember when you were trying to make it up to me all the slushies? Or when you were trying to show Quinn how much you cared?" She reminded him. He look at her for a few seconds as he tried to figure out what she was talking about, and she just keep her eyes on his, willing him to recall. His eyes widen as he realized what he had to do.
"Yes!" He said excitedly as he stood. He turned around and kissed Rachel on the cheek before running out of her house.
Blaine was woken up by a series of little tapping sounds. He rolled over with a groan, still sore from his morning working out, and rubbed his eyes before becoming conscious enough to try and decipher the sound. He finally realized it was coming from the window. He stumbled out of bed and opened the window to see a few figures on the ground below.
"Noah?" He groaned as he swiped a hand through his hair and grabbed a handful of curls. He noticed how it was suddenly night time. Below the window stood Puck, guitar in hand, with Artie next to him, a guitar on his lap. Quinn sat bundled up in a blanket in the back of Puck's truck watching them all.
"Blaine," Puck called up to him.
"Noah, what are you doing here?" Blaine yelled down.
"I'm here to say I'm sorry. I know I screwed up big time this morning, and I didn't mean it. I want to play you this song to show you how I really feel. How I've felt for a while." Puck explained before he started to play.
You're so quiet, But it doesn't faze me,
You're on time, You move so fast, makes me feel lazy,
Let's join forces, We've got our guns and horses,
I know you've been burned, But every fire is a lesson learned,
I left my house, Left my clothes,
Door wide open, Heaven knows,
You're so worth it, you are,
But I wish I could feel it all for you, I wish I could be it all for you
If I could erase the pain, Maybe you'd feel the same
I'd do it all for you, Well I would, I would, I would, I would,
Let's tie words, 'Cause they amount to nothing,
Play it down, Pretend you can't take on what you've found,
But you found me, On a screen you sit at permanently,
I left my house, Left my clothes,
Door wide open, Heaven knows,
You're so worth it, you are,
But I wish I could feel it all for you, I wish I could be it all for you,
If I could erase the pain, Maybe you'd feel the same,
I'd do it all for you, Well I would, I would, I would,
It's time to come clean and make sense of everything,
It's time that we found out who we are, Who we are,
Cause when I'm standing here in the dark I see your face in every star,
But I wish I could feel it all for you, I wish I could be it all for you
If I could erase the pain, And maybe you'd feel the same
I'd do it all for you, Well I would, I would, I would
I, I'd do it all for you, I'd do it all for you, I'd do it all for you, I'd do it all for you,
I'd do it all for you, I'd do it all for you, I'd do it all for you, I'd do it all for you,
As the song faded out Artie wheeled himself back to the truck while Puck stepped forward. Blaine bit his lip to suppress his smile.
"I'm sorry, dude. I didn't know that was even possible and I shouldn't have reacted that way. I am so fucking sorry, and I hope you can forgive me." Puck looks up at Blaine with his best puppy dog eyes and jutted bottom lip. Blaine finally let his smile break through.
"Only if you give me a ride home." Blaine said with bright eyes before closing the window. When he turned around he saw Ms. Fabray standing in the doorway. He paused for a second, just looking at her.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" She smiled at him. He crossed the room quickly and hugged her.
"Thank you." He whispered to her before kissing her cheek and running downstairs. When he opened the door Puck was standing on the small porch. He took a step onto the porch, closing the door behind him. "Hi," he said shyly. Puck just smiled at him before grabbing him by the neck and pulling him into a kiss.
When they got back to the apartment they opened the door to see Santana sitting on the futon. She quickly stood and wiped her eyes. She put on a tight smile as she saw how close Blaine and Puck were standing.
"I see I don't have to call Snix," she said. Blaine blushed and smiled at her. "Well, I guess I better get going then," She said as she tried to make her way between the teens to the door.
"Wait," Blaine said as he grabbed her wrist. She stopped and turned to him. "Santana, are you okay?"
She sniffled and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just…can I stay here tonight?" She asked with wet eyes.
"Of course," Blaine told her softly before pulling her into a tight hug.
Author's Note: So one more person still needs to find out, so that will be happening in the next part. I wonder who it could be. Anyways, I'll try to have that for you guys real soon!
Songs:
Ms. Fabray
Every Day Will Be Like A Holiday -The Sweet Inspirations
Puck
Guns and Horses (acoustic) - Ellie Goulding