Chapter 3 - Confirmations
All he could think about
was I'm too young for this.
Got my whole life ahead.
Hell I'm just a kid myself.
How'm I gonna raise one.
Defying Gravity was playing softly in the back ground and Kurt was lying on his bed wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt; his main aim was to relax a bit, so after he had come home from his doctors appointment, he had taken a long shower and was now trying to let go of all the stress.
"Kurt?"
Burt's voice coming from the last step of the stairs leading down into the basement shook Kurt out of his thoughts. The boy sat up in the bed and looked at his father. "Dad, you scared me."
"Sorry," the man shrugged and walked over to his son. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Kurt. "I called Carole and we're going out. Is that ok with you?"
"Sure," the soprano smiled sincerely at his father. Just because my personal life sucks, doesn't mean he has to be miserable too.' "I'll just watch a movie or something."
"Yeah about that," Burt scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I kind of… asked Carole to let Finn come over."
"Dad!" Kurt said, getting up from the bed. He stood in front of his dad with his hands on his waist. "I can look after myself, thank you very much."
"It's not that, son." Burt sighed. "Look, I've been seeing Carole for sometime now and I'm not gonna lie to you, it's serious." He trailed off when he saw Kurt lowering his gaze. "Kurt..."
"It's ok." The boy turned his back to the older Hummel and walked over to his vanity starting to re-arrange all his products.
"I thought I told you to stop shutting me out."
"You deserve someone. I've been selfish in the past. First, I set you up with her because of my crush on Finn and then I told you to break up with her because I was jealous. I should really start to consider other people's happiness. It's just that..."
"You miss your mother."
Kurt shrugged and Burt got up from the bed and walked over to his son. He put a comforting hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. "I know that you miss her, son, its normal and I miss her too. Everyday. But it's been eight years and we should try to find some happiness."
"Carole is great," Kurt said, locking his gaze with his father in the mirror. "I..." he smiled a little. "I can see us being with her and maybe Finn could be a good stepbrother."
Burt chuckled. "He's a good guy."
"Yeah."
"So… you ok?"
"Yes, Dad. Go out, have some fun, do something I'll never do and you know, just be happy," he said with a little shrug. "And Finn can come over, if he's ok with it."
"Sure he is. I think he had something with that Puckerman kid, but Finn said something about our television and a video game."
"Great," Kurt said sarcastically. Burt squeezed his shoulder once again before leaving the room to go get ready for his date.
Kurt took his phone out of his school bag and quickly typed a message to Finn. 'I'll let you use my big screen if you bring me ice-cream.' He hit send and then walked over to his closet. He stood in front of it for a few minutes deciding on what to wear before reminding himself that he didn't have a crush on the ex-quarterback anymore and if they were going to end up living together again, he should feel comfortable enough around the boy to wear just sweatpants and a t-shirt.
He heard his phone beeping and went to read Finn's answer. As soon as he read the message he groaned.
'Ok. I'll bring gallons of it so you'll forgive me for bringing Puck along. Sorry, I couldn't ditch him.'
It was a little over an hour later when Kurt was watching a re-run of Project Runway, that the doorbell rang. "DAD!" he yelled towards the stairs that took up to his parent's bedroom.
"CAN YOU GET THAT?" Burt yelled back from his room.
Rolling his eyes, Kurt got up from the sofa and walked over to the door pulling it open with a smile. "Hey, Carole." He greeted the woman before hugging her. "Dad's upstairs," he rolled his eyes fondly. "He's kind of nervous."
Carole laughed. "You'd think it's the first time we're going out." She turned around towards her car and yelled, just like a mother could do, "FINN! C'MON!" She headed towards the living room just as two doors of her car opened and closed.
Kurt watched Puck and Finn making their way up his driveway and reminded himself that he should be a polite host despite all the rest and so greeted the two football players with a smile. "Hey, guys." Finn pushed something in his arms.
"Chocolate and vanilla," he said smiling. "And thanks for letting us play."
"You're welcome," he said distractedly while opening the cap of the ice cream can. He slid a finger in the cold cream and then licked it clean. It was only when he was about to dip the finger again that he remembered that Puck was still standing in front of him. Truth to be told, he wasn't expecting that the running back would talk to him. He looked up and arched an eyebrow at the hungry look on the other teen's face. "What? Want some?"
"Depends on what you're offering."
"You and your bad lines," Kurt said chuckling and shaking his head a little, because no matter the fights they could have, he still loved him and Puck wasn't acting like an asshole in that moment, so he told himself that some friendly banter was acceptable. "C'mon," he finally closed the door and turned around to head towards the kitchen. He stopped when he felt his forearm being gently grabbed. He glanced up at Puck.
"Listen, about this morning in the bathroom..."
"I'm sorry if I reacted that way. It's been a bad day and you were actually trying to be nice outside of the bedroom for once," he said the last bit in a whisper. He saw a strange look come over Puck's face and wondered what was going on.
"I was going to say that you were right and that it wasn't my business."
"Oh," Kurt looked into Puck's hazel eyes for a moment before shrugging. "It's ok," he turned around and headed towards the kitchen before Noah could say anything else.
Puck kept his eyes on Kurt for a few moments cursing himself for saying those things; the little smile that had been on his lover's lips when he caught Puck watching him eat the ice cream, had disappeared in a moment.
"Ok, guys," Burt said, finally ready to leave. He looked at Carole and smiled. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Burt, you're not bad yourself."
Kurt and Finn rolled their eyes.
"Have a great night," Kurt told to the two adults.
"Yeah," Finn said distractedly while he watched Puck starting to put on the game they were going to play.
Burt and Carole told their sons to behave and that they'd have their phones on in case they needed to contact them and then left.
"I swear, they still see us like babies," Kurt commented, as soon as they had closed the door behind them.
"I know." Finn glanced at the other boy and frowned. "You're going to eat it all?"
Kurt shrugged. "Yes. Wait, do you want some?"
"No, I hate chocolate and vanilla ice cream."
The soprano shrugged and dug his spoon in the iced cream. "There's more for me."
Puck looked between the two teens. "You act like brothers."
"We're supposed to," Finn said. He lifted a hand as to ruffle Kurt's hair but the shorter boy glared at him.
"Don't you dare."
The ex-quarterback rolled his eyes before turning his attention back on his best friend. "All set up?"
"Yeah." Puck sat down on Kurt's left side leaving him between himself and Finn. "Want to play?" he asked.
"Nope. I'll just watch the two of you engage in stupid activities while I eat my ice cream."
"Whatever, Princess," Puck replied with half a smile.
Finn looked away from the television ready to tell his best friend not to call Kurt that, but saw the little smiles on the two teens' faces and frowned. He was feeling once again as if he just couldn't understand something. He shook his head and they started Mario Kart.
"So, today at Glee you were missing again," Finn said. "Were you with Rachel?" he asked.
"Why? Do I look like someone that would spend his free time with her?" Kurt answered while licking the ice cream off of the spoon.
"It's just that she told me that she'd be home but when I called, she wasn't there and Burt told Mom that you haven't been home until later today.
"You checked up on her? What? You thought that she was cheating on you?" Kurt was good at changing the subject when he wanted to and it was easy to distract Finn.
"No, don't tell her that I asked about it," the ex-quarterback said without glancing away from the screen. "She'll think that I don't trust her."
"And you don't?"
"Of course I trust her. I wasn't checking up on her, you know? I only had to ask her if she wanted to rehears with me the song I want to sing on Friday."
"Well, we weren't together." Kurt answered taking another spoon full of ice cream.
"Yeah, thinking about it now, Sam said that you had to study."
"But you weren't at home," Puck stated briefly glancing at his secret lover.
"I was at the library, can you stop with the questions?" he asked to both teens.
"Sorry, Princess," Noah said smirking.
They spend the next two hours talking about the glee club, playing the video game (Kurt even tried one game) and about Burt and Carole dating. It was nearing 11.00 when Puck felt something leaning on his shoulder. He looked down seeing that Kurt had fallen asleep against him. He was starting to smile when he remembered that Finn was in the room with them.
"Do you want me to wake him up?" his best friend asked, pausing the game.
"No, it's ok."
"He looks tired lately," Finn noticed sighing.
"Yeah." He wanted so bad to put his arm around Kurt's shoulders to get him closer, that he had to tighten the hold around the controller he had in his hands to stop himself from reaching out.
"Maybe he should get a boyfriend," the ex-quarterback said after a moment. "You know, someone that will take care of him like Rachel does for me."
Puck scowled. "I don't think it's what he needs right now."
"And what would you know about what he needs?"
"You think you know something? You called the guy a fag and told Sam not to sing with him and suddenly you care?" Puck tried to keep his voice low as not to wake Kurt up.
Finn looked at the boy confused. "How do you know?"
Noah glanced away before putting down the control. He leaned Kurt's head down on the sofa and then got up. "I'm going to go take a beer."
"Puck, wait," Finn got up as well and followed his best friend inside the kitchen. He glanced towards the couch to see if Kurt had woken up. "What's going on?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, opening the fridge and retrieving a beer that Finn got out of his grasp and put back away.
"You can't drink it, Burt will know and get angry."
"Why would he get angry for a beer? He let Kurt down in the basement with Brittany knowing that they might have..." he trailed off.
"Again, how do you know?" Finn crossed his arms in front of his chest with a determined expression on his face; he wasn't going to let it go until Puck told him what was going on.
Noah shrugged and came up with the first thing he could think of. "I overheard him talking with Aretha."
"Oh, Ok."
Finn looked convinced and Puck breathed out in relief. "So, wanna get back to the game?"
"Hey, guys." They turned around to see Kurt standing in the doorway of the kitchen rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Sorry for falling asleep but I was kind of tired."
Finn smiled. "It's ok."
Puck couldn't stop himself from staring at his lover. He looked like every time he'd stay over at Puck's and fallen asleep only to wake up around midnight remembering that he was supposed to get home. Kurt rubbing his eyes with the hair all tussled, was part of that intimacy that they shared and he was somewhat annoyed that now Finn saw it too. Then, another thought crept in his head. Their parents were going to get married or decide that they will live together again, and then Finn would get to share a room with Kurt and see him getting out of the shower, waking up and falling asleep and having breakfast and...
He felt a hand shaking him and looked up towards Finn. "What?"
"I said, what do you say if we order pizza? Mom and Burt should be home by midnight, so we have time to eat something."
"Yeah, sure."
"Ok, I'm going to the bathroom, you guys go ahead and call."
As soon as Finn had disappeared up the stairs, Puck walked over to Kurt barely giving the boy the time to look confused on what was happening, before backing him up against the nearest wall and starting to kiss him.
Kurt was startled at first but then, caught in the familiarity of the action, he sighed into the kiss and put his hands on Puck's biceps before opening his legs a little so Puck could put his thigh against his crotch. Kurt moaned softly before sliding his hands up Noah's shoulders until they were resting at the base of his shaved head. He felt the prickly skin under his fingertips and pulled away a little. "Are you growing back the mohawk or all your hair?"
"I'm kissing you and you think about my hair, Kurt?" Puck asked, shaking his head fondly.
"Sorry." Kurt slid a hand to cup Noah's cheek before leaning forwards to lay a soft kiss on his lips.
"You're so hot right now," Puck whispered, against Kurt's mouth.
The soprano chuckled. "I'm a mess right now. No tight jeans or combed hair."
"You're so hot right now," the running back repeated. His arms slid around Kurt's slim waist and pulled the boy closer. "I couldn't keep my hands to myself anymore." He leaned in for another kiss this time going deeper, seeking entrance into Kurt's mouth with his tongue and pushing the shorter boy up against the wall so when he pushed a little with his thigh that was still between Kurt's legs, he almost raised him from the ground.
Kurt slid his hand away from Noah's cheek so he could rest it against the boy's neck. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out all the thoughts of possibly being pregnant, of Santana and all the other girls, of the hurt he felt every time he couldn't hold his lover's hand while walking down the halls or call Noah his boyfriend, or how he simply was unable to say stop.
He heard footsteps descending the stairs and tried to get his emotions into check and to push back the tears that had gathered in his eyes. Puck let him go quickly and Kurt sighed telling himself that he should stop trying to hope for a change.
"Did you order?" Finn asked, walking inside the kitchen smiling, totally unaware of what he had almost walked in on.
"No, we were deciding on which kind of pizza," Kurt replied, stepping away from the wall hoping that his future step-brother wouldn't ask what he was doing against it. He picked up the phone and looking through the contacts, called the pizza place.
They ate watching TV and discussing glee club and when midnight rolled around and Burt and Carole finally got back, three empty boxes were lying on the coffee table. The woman gave a quick good night to Kurt before rushing Finn and Puck out of the door. Then, Kurt and Burt were left standing alone in the living room.
"You guys had a good night?" the older Hummel asked.
"Yeah, we played games, or at least Puck and Finn did, I watched, ate ice cream and fell asleep," he shrugged. "How was your date?"
Burt smiled widely. "It was pretty amazing."
"I'm happy." He wondered what would happen if it turned out that he was pregnant; if Carole and Finn would leave them, if his father would lose someone that made him so happy.
Lately, he was always so full of questions and no one had the answers he needed.
"Kurt?"
"Huh?"
"I said are you going to bed?" Burt asked.
"Yeah, it's pretty late."
"Ok, good night son." He hugged Kurt and left a kiss on his head before letting him go.
It was hard for him to sleep that night. He kept turning and tossing and when his alarm went off at seven, it felt way too early. He got out of bed and took a shower before choosing what pieces were going to be his outfit for that day. He opted for his black Marc Jacob crew neck sweater and a pair of Levi's skinny jeans. He looked at himself in the mirror and checked his hair before grabbing his bag and getting upstairs.
He was walking inside the kitchen to grab something for breakfast when his phone rang. He froze and took his iPhone from his pocket with shaking hands. He didn't have to look at the screen to know who was calling.
"Hello?" he tried to steady his voice but was pretty sure it was useless.
"Kurt? I'm Dr. Anderson."
"Good morning, doctor." He heard the man on the other end of the line sigh and got ready to hear the news.
"So, I've got your results back and it looks like what we thought."
Kurt glanced behind him to make sure that Burt wasn't coming down, then lowering his voice, he asked, "I'm pregnant?"
"Yes. From the exams, I'd say that you're about nine weeks."
The pale boy leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes trying to breathe slowly so he wouldn't faint. "You-" he cleared his throat when his voice came out weak. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. Now, like I said, you need to find a specialist. Do you need some names?"
"No, the father of one of my good friends is an andrologist."
"Good, good. You can come by to retrieve your results anytime and you should contact this doctor as soon as you can and also, talk to your father."
"I know," Kurt replied in a whisper. "Thank you, Doctor Anderson."
"You're welcome, son."
Kurt mumbled a good bye and then hung up. "Ok, don't panic, Kurt," he said quietly. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote a note for his dad telling him that he had gone to school and then left. He got inside his SUV and took out his phone calling Rachel.
"Kurt?" she asked, picking up.
"My doctor just called and...and…"
"Oh God!" she exclaimed almost as hysterical as Kurt was feeling. "You're pregnant, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"I... congratulations?"
"Congr... I'm in the middle of having a breakdown, Rachel!"
"No!" she said quickly. "You need to calm down. I don't have the necessary control over my emotions to handle all this if you freak out."
Kurt took a deep breath and told himself to get a grip. "I need to see your dad."
"Of course. You have an appointment with him tomorrow."
He frowned. "How is that even possible?"
"Well, your doctor seemed pretty sure."
The boy sighed. "Thank you, Rachel."
"You're welcome." She paused for a moment as if thinking of something. Finally, she asked, "Are you on your way to school?"
"I'm leaving home right now."
"Ok. When you get there, wait in your car, ok?"
Kurt frowned. "Why?"
"You shouldn't get thrown into dumpsters while you're pregnant."
"And what are you going to do about it?"
"Finn is going to come pick me up. I'll get him to stop the jocks, don't worry."
"He wasn't able to stop them until now and besides, he will ask why." The problem wasn't that he didn't want for his future step-brother to find out, but that until he talked with his father, he didn't want to tell anyone else.
"Don't worry," Rachel's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "I will come up with something and he'll do it."
"Of course," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'll see you later, then."
"Sure."
They hung up and Kurt put the car in gear and drove to school. When he got to the McKinley high, he parked as close to the entrance as he could, but still waited for Rachel and Finn. He put a hand on his flat stomach and sighed. "I'm not taking any chances," he whispered in the silence filling the car.
He was startled by a knock on the window. He turned around finding Finn looking at him confused. Kurt picked up his bag and got out his Navigator locking it behind him. "Hey, Finn."
"Hey, Kurt. So, Rachel told me that I had to make sure you won't be hit, throw into a dumpster or anything else and then she disappeared. She said that I had to do it until further notice."
"Thank you for agreeing."
Finn shrugged. "It's the least I can do. I should have stopped then a long time ago and now that Mom and Burt are serious, I should act like a better brother for you."
Kurt smiled up at the taller teen while they walked towards the entrance. "They're not married yet."
"I know, but I think that your Dad expects me to protect you since I'm bigger and I have a lot of making up to do."
"Well... thank you, Finn."
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong? Why I need to protect you all of a sudden?" the taller teen asked him, thinking back at when Rachel had told him.
"Yes, I will tell you, just not right now," the soprano replied truthfully.
"Ok."
They were near the dumpster when Azimio started laughing at them. "Hey, Hudson, you finally saw reason? It's very sweet of you to bring Hummel to us."
"Actually," he stepped in front of Kurt. "I'm making sure that you guys don't do anything."
"Why should we listen to you?" another football player asked.
"You don't have to listen to me, but maybe you're forgetting that Kurt is a cheerleader and he could always go to Sue. He won her the National title and I'm sure that all it would take is one word from Kurt and coach Sylvester would go after everyone of you."
The jocks looked between themselves and then hurried inside the school (no one crossed Sue Sylvester after all) leaving only Puck, Finn and Kurt standing near the dumpster.
"That was awesome, Finn," Kurt said in awe.
The taller teen laughed, both boys unaware of Noah's glare. "Rachel wrote down the speech and I had to memorize it."
"Well, thank you."
Finn smiled blushing before sliding an arm around Kurt's shoulders starting to lead him inside the school.
Puck watched them go wondering what the hell had just happened.
*GLEE*
After Finn had left Kurt outside of his class, he went in search of Rachel to tell her that the mission had been accomplished, but on his way over he ran into Puck.
"Hey, man."
"What the hell are you doing?" Puck asked, completely ignoring his best friend's greeting.
"What are you talking about?"
"Now you're back at being his knight in shiny armor?"
"You mean, Kurt? You're angry because I helped him?" Finn asked, confused. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Dude, our parents are getting married, I have to act like a big brother, it's about time."
"He had a crush on you until a few months ago, and..."
"This has got nothing to do with it, ok? Rachel asked me to look out for him."
Puck frowned in confusion. Last time he checked, Kurt and Rachel weren't even friends and now she was asking Finn to look out for him? "Why would she do that?"
Finn shrugged. "She said that I had to since he was going to be my brother and because it's wrong to bully someone and since I want to be a leader, I should start acting like it."
That was the most stupid explanation Puck had ever heard. He was about to ask Finn if he really believed all that bullshit when Rachel came up to them. She entwined her fingers through Finn's and the taller teen looked down at her as if he was seeing the most beautiful thing in the world.
Puck rolled his eyes. "You two are sickening."
Rachel looked between him and her boyfriend. "Were you having an argument?"
"Puck was wondering why I stopped the guys from throwing Kurt into the dumpster."
"Because it's wrong and because..."
"Yeah, I've heard it already," Puck cut her off. He looked at the couple for a moment before shaking his head and leaving.
"So, why the secret?" Finn asked, tugging on Rachel's hand to get her attention. "I know it's not just because of our parents; Kurt told me that I had to wait."
"Then you should listen to him." Rachel got up on her tiptoes and left a kiss on her boyfriend cheek while her eyes were still fixed on Puck. She sighed, wondering if there was a way to help Kurt out without giving away his secret. It was the first time ever that someone trusted her with something and she wasn't going to let Kurt down. "I'll see you later," she said quietly to Finn before leaving him standing in the halls.
*GLEE*
Kurt's first period was English and, as usual, he sat down next to Sam. He greeted the quarterback with a smile and a little wave of his fingers.
"Hey, Kurt."
"Hey."
The two teens sat in silence while they took out their books, pens and notepads, then Sam cleared his throat to get Kurt's attention and looked over at him. "So, did you find a song for glee?"
"I think so. I heard a song on the radio while I was coming to school today and I think I'll sing that one. What about you?"
The football player blushed and diverted his gaze; his blond locks fell into his eyes. "Yeah, I found something too."
Kurt smiled softly at him "I can't wait to hear it."
"So you're going to be at glee on Friday?"
"Yep. I don't think that Mr. Shue would let me skip again."
"You don't need to rehearse very much, anyway. I mean, you're great," Sam looked straight at Kurt while saying that. "When you sang that song from Vicky."
"Victor/Victoria."
"Yeah, it was pretty amazing."
This time, it was Kurt's turn to blush. "Thank you, Sam."
"I'm just telling the truth," the quarterback said with a shrug.
The teacher entered the class and they started paying attention. English was Kurt's favorite subject after French. He loved to read and lose himself in someone else's story that would let him go away from that town that was too small for him, too much narrow minded to accept him.
That day, they were reading 'A Tale of Two Cities', one of Kurt's favorite books and he was so engrossed into it, that he didn't notice Sam glancing at him from time to time even daring to stare openly at him for a few minutes just watching how Kurt's eyes moved over the pages or the little smile that would form on his lips while reading one of his favorites parts.
The quarterback could still recall when he had first seen Kurt in the school courtyard on the first day of school. He had been awed. Then, when the soprano had cornered him in the shower to tell him that he wasn't going to sing with him anymore, he had been disappointed. He had been honest in telling Finn that keeping a promise mattered to him way more than being popular.
Now, three months into the school year, he was pretty sure to be in love with Kurt or at least, he was getting there fast; he had never been in love before, so he wasn't totally sure how one was supposed to feel. But still, every time he heard Kurt singing or laughing with Mercedes with his eyes all sparkling, he felt his heart flutter a little. Even when they had football games and Kurt would be cheering the team from the side of the field, he would get a little distracted and had to remind himself that he had to focus.
The class went by quickly, and when the bell rang, Sam was disappointed because he'd have to wait until lunch to see Kurt again.
The two boys got up from their desks and together walked out of the classroom. Leaning against the wall was Finn. He waved at Kurt and started to walk next to him.
"What are you doing here?" the soprano asked.
"Rachel told me..."
"You don't have to escort me around school, Finn," Kurt cut him off huffing. "It's not necessary."
"But she said..."
"Never mind what she said, I can take care of myself. She's being a little paranoid, that's all."
Sam looked between Finn and Kurt wondering what was going on and why Kurt suddenly needed an escort.
"Kurt, just let me walk you to your next class so she won't get mad at me."
"Finn..."
"My class is in the same hall," butted in Sam. "I can walk with you... I mean... if you want to, you know?" he shrugged a little fixing his eyes into Kurt's who smiled at him gratefully.
"That would be great, thank you, Sam." He looked at Finn and sighed. "Tell Rachel that she's overreacting. I'll see you at lunch." Then, without waiting for a reply, he and Sam started to walk down the hall.
"Why did Rachel ask Finn to escort you to class?" the blond quarterback inquired while they walked.
"She thinks that with Finn around, Karofsky and Azimio will stop tormenting me. And our parents are probably getting married, so she told him that it's about time he started acting like a brother."
Sam nodded understanding. "I guess that makes sense."
"Yeah, I just..." Kurt trailed off shrugging. "I don't know, I don't want to have to walk around with a bodyguard."
"Maybe you should get a boyfriend," Sam blurted out. His eyes widened and when he dared to glance at Kurt, he found the same expression on the other boy's face. "I..." He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck nervously and choosing to shut up and divert his gaze.
Kurt cleared his throat a little and smiled softly at the jock. "You know, I don't think I've ever thanked you for acting like you're ok with me being gay even after you know, I cornered you in the shower and after I freaked you out the first time I've ever talked to you," he chuckled. "Sometimes, I'm way too straightforward."
Sam looked at the other boy sure that maybe that was going to be the perfect chance to come clean about his feelings. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and said, "Kurt, I..." but the bell chose that moment to ring. He looked down defeated.
"I'll talk to you later," Kurt told him, smiling apologetically before scurrying inside his class.
The quarterback sighed frustrated. "Damn it," he whispered harshly to himself before hurrying up to his own class.
*GLEE*
When Kurt got home later that afternoon, he did his homework, worked on the song for glee and made dinner. By the time seven rolled around and Burt walked through the door, the young soprano had already decided that he was going to tell the truth to his father hoping that it wasn't going to give the man a heart attack.
Burt was in a good mood that evening; he got home from a profitable day in the Hummel's Tires shop, kissed his son on the forehead as soon as he had seen the boy, called Carole and organized a family-dinner for that Saturday. When he finally sat down at the table to eat, he was positively feeling giddy.
Looking over at Kurt, the older Hummel inquired, "So, how was school today?"
Kurt shrugged before putting down his fork and pushing away his barely touched dinner. He was determined to just tell the truth like when he had finally confessed to his father that he was gay. Taking a deep breath, he looked over at Brut and said, "Dad?"
The man arched an eyebrow at the serious tone of his kid. "What is it, son?"
"You asked me to come talk to you when I had everything sorted out."
The mechanic nodded before putting down his fork and turning off the television. Then, he focused his attention back to his son. "I'm listening."
Kurt took another deep breath and began. "I started seeing a boy back in July. I was pretty sure that he was straight but then he told me that he liked me and we started fooling around. It was never something serious because I thought I was in love with someone else and he..." Kurt trailed off.
"Well, he's not the relationship type of guy but we were feeling lonely and we were there for each other so after a while…," his voice swayed and he had to lower his gaze before continuing. "We started sleeping together. I'm... I'm fairly sure I've been in love with him for a while now, but, and that's why I've been acting strange and feeling a little depressed, he doesn't feel the same way and no one really knows about us because he doesn't want people finding out about us being together. Since he doesn't love me and I'm sure he's ashamed of what we do, I'm not going to tell him… what I'm about to tell you."
Kurt looked up at his father then, only realizing in that moment that he had started crying while talking about Noah. "I'm pregnant and I won't tell him the baby is his because he wouldn't care anyway, and..." a sob broke his voice and he couldn't help but lower his head in shame. "I'm so sorry, Dad. I always made sure that we were safe but one... one of the ti-times, the con-condom..."
"Shh," Burt's voice, fatherly and soothingly, sounded closer than to than he had expected and when his dad's strong arms pulled him into a hug, he let go of all the things he had been bottling up inside.
Burt closed his eyes against his own tears, there was going to be time later to let his emotions overtaking him, but now, he needed to be strong for his son. "Kurt?" he quietly called after a few minutes. "Kurt, son?"
Slowly, the boy pulled away and started to wipe away the tears with his napkin; he still couldn't look Burt in the eyes.
"Kurt, are you sure?"
"I went to see doc-doctor Anderson yesterday," he said, between hiccups. "He said that I should see a sp-specialist and I have an app-appointment with Rachel's father tomorrow afternoon."
"Ok, that's good. You did good," Burt reassured his son before hugging him again. "We need to talk this over, though. Consider all the options and..."
"I want to keep it, Dad." Kurt's voice was suddenly stronger than it had been in the last few minutes.
"I wouldn't expect any less from you, Kurt." Burt stepped back and pulled a chair in front of the crying boy before sighing heavily. "I wasn't even ready to talk about boys yet and now..."
"I'm so sorry, Dad," Kurt started crying again. "So sorry."
"Hey, you need to calm down." The man put a hand on his son's shoulder and squeezed it gently. "I'll be with you every step of the way and so will Carole and Finn."
"What if they don't want to be around me?"
"They love you, Kurt, just like I love you and no matter what, always remember that you come first, ok?"
The pale boy simply nodded. "You're not going to throw me out or anything?"
"I'd never do something like that. I won't lie and say that this is great because honestly, I'm afraid that now you won't get the chance to go away and make a life for yourself, the life that you always wanted and you're not even seventeen yet, so it's going to be hard, but, I would never kick you out, ok? Your mother was very young when we had you and we did a pretty amazing job raising you so I trust you to make the right decision." Burt smiled softly at the boy before taking him back in his arms. After several minutes spent in silence, the eldest Hummel said, "What you said about…about the baby's father, are you sure?"
"We were..." Kurt trailed off clearing his throat a little. "We were never serious. It was just... just sex."
Brut looked away feeling uncomfortable. "Ok. Who is this boy?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why?"
"I just can't, Dad." Kurt stood up and started taking his plate back to the kitchen to put his untouched food in the fridge. Burt quickly followed him. "Rachel is the only one that knows who he is and I wasn't even going to tell her, but she was there and I was breaking down and I had to tell someone. But I won't tell anyone else." He sighed heavily. "I can't out him or anything. Besides, she told Finn to take care of me at school and I can trust her but..."
"You don't trust your family?" Burt asked, bewildered and a little angry.
"It's not that," Kurt said, turning around to face his father. "I don't trust you to not find him and beat him or something."
"I..."
"I know that I have no right to ask for anything, but Dad, please, don't ask me to tell you who the father is."
"I guess I can't force it out of you," the man said with a tired sigh. Kurt nodded and started washing the dishes. "But Saturday we have a family-dinner with Carole and Finn and you're going to tell them that you're pregnant, ok? You won't have to tell them anything more than what you told me, but it has to come from you."
"Ok," Kurt said in a whisper. He could feel a lump forming in his throat at the thought of having to tell Finn. He wanted to, but he was afraid of how the boy would react to the news. He felt strong hands pulling him out of the water and turned around to face his father.
"Go to bed. You look tired and I guess now that I know why, I will have to make sure that you take care of yourself even more than in the past."
Kurt hugged his dad tightly. "Thank you, Dad."
"Thank you for telling me the truth kid."
The pale boy kissed his father goodnight and then went down in his basement. He skipped his nightly moisturizing routine, simply changing into his pajamas before going to the bathroom and slipping under the covers of his bed. He spent a lot of time just gazing up at the ceiling unable to fall asleep. It was hours before his eyes finally closed.
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