A/N: I only put Kurt's lyrics in the chapter but I left the title of Puck's and Sam's song, if you're wondering what they are singing about, you know what to google. Also, when I decided that Rachel was going to sing that song, I didn't know that she was going to sing it on the show. Now it will look like I took the song from the episode, while I chose it just because it reminds me of Kurt every time I hear it.

Chapter 4 - Song Sung Blue
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Sing them out again

Kurt adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag and started walking towards the school entrance. He glanced towards the dumpster but Puck and the rest of the football team seemed preoccupied with throwing Jacob inside. Letting out a breath of relief, he kept walking lifting his head a little.

Mercedes waved at him while she crossed the parking lot with Tina and Artie. Sam was following close behind them. Kurt approached them and cheerfully said, "Morning guys."

"Hey Kurt," they all greeted him.

Rachel and Finn caught up with them; the singer kept glancing at Kurt and the soprano had to roll his eyes at her while the quarterback, always the oblivious one, simply waved at him before starting to chat with Sam.

As soon as they stepped inside the school building, Rachel, Finn, Artie, Sam and Tina headed towards their lockers while Mercedes walked with Kurt to theirs.

"So, white boy, how are you today?" the girl asked, while getting her books out of the locker.

"Today is a good day," the Kurt answered noncommittally. He glanced at her. "Look, I'm sorry I've been an awful friend lately."

Mercedes closed her locker and turned her attention to him. "You may not talk to me, but I see that something is wrong. Everyone is worried about you, you know? But I'll be here whenever you want to talk."

Kurt smiled sincerely. "Thank you, 'Cedes."

"Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to come over after school. We could watch a movie, gossip, do our nails and all that stuff so we could catch up a little."

The soprano sighed closing his locker and looking down at Mercedes. "I can't. I have something to do with my Dad."

"Oh," the diva tried to hide her disappointment. "We almost never hang out together anymore."

"I know I'm sorry. This Saturday I have a family dinner with Finn and Carole, but maybe next week-end we could have a sleepover. "

That seemed to put Mercedes into a good mood. She smiled brightly at her best friend, linking arms with him as they made their way towards the first class of the school day. "Maybe we could have a glee sleepover."

"Right. Great," he said, while thinking bitterly, 'Just what I needed.' "I'll see you later, then." He waved at his best friend stepping inside his history class.

*GLEE*

Puck's lips were sucking on Santana's collarbone and his hands were under her skirt. He was trying really hard not to let his mind wander to the last time he had been with Kurt inside this same closet, but was finding the action harder than he expected.

The brunette Cheerio huffed impatiently and pushed the running back away. Putting her hands on her hips, she glared up at him. "What the hell is your problem?"

"What…"

Santana glanced down towards the boy's crotch and arched an eyebrow. "We've been making out for ten minutes, your hands have been up my shirt and skirt for just as long and you're still not even a little hard."

Puck cursed under his breath; he had been focusing so much on not thinking about Kurt that he hadn't even paid attention to the Latina girl.

"Well?" Santana crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I don't want to waste my time with you if your mind is somewhere else." She pushed the boy aside and opened the door. "Next time, don't bother looking for me if you're not in the mood," and then she left.

Noah leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. All he could see was Kurt's face while he was inside the smaller boy… lips parted and swollen from the kissing and the biting, blushed skin and strong thighs around his waist keeping him in place.

He glanced down and saw that he was already half hard. "Great, now you're working." He didn't want to think about what it could mean that being with Santana while thinking about Kurt seemed not to work for him, almost making him feel guilty, but being alone and thinking about the boy was enough to get him hard.

He heard the bell ring and opened the door of the janitor's closet. He was closing it behind him when Kurt walked in front of him. He acted on instinct before his brain could tell him to stop, and reached out grabbing his secret lover by the elbow.

"What…" Kurt tensed, but one look at Puck relaxed him enough to let the boy drag him inside the closet.

Puck closed the door behind him and slid his arms around the slender waist and pulled Kurt up against him. "Hey."

Kurt chuckled sliding his arms around Puck's neck. "Hey, yourself." He boldly got up on his tiptoes and gave his boy a brief kiss barely letting their lips brush before pulling back. He smiled at the annoyed expression on the running back's face. "Why did you drag me in here?"

"Felt like it. Now, give me a real kiss." Without waiting for the other boy to kiss him again, Puck took the matter into his own hands and leaned down, planting his lips firmly on Kurt's. The soprano sighed against his mouth and Noah tightened his hold around his waist.

Kurt moved his lips against Puck's, shivering as always when his secret lover's tongue stroked his lips parting them. He let Noah have his way, melting in his strong arms and tightening his around the boy's neck. He felt one of the hands resting on his lower back sliding down until it was resting on his ass. He pulled back a little breathlessly. "I have to go to class."

"What do you have now?" Puck asked, briefly stealing another kiss.

"Psychology." Kurt sighed and rested his forehead against his lover's. He wondered why they couldn't always be like this, so close and caring and openly affectionate. "Maybe then I'll understand what's going on in that head of yours."

Puck suddenly let him go. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing," the pale boy shook his head. "I don't know…"

"Kurt…" Noah sighed exasperated, putting some distance between them.

"Why are you like this when we're alone but won't even consider telling our friends about us?" Kurt finally asked. He didn't really expect an answer but looked up at the other boy, waiting for something. There still was a small part of him that wanted to tell him about their baby, that wanted Noah to offer to raise their child together and… he shook his head stirring his thoughts away from that fantasies because he was pretty sure that Puck would never declare his love for him or anything like. It was pointless to think about them raising their kid together when Puck was never going to come out. But he couldn't help pushing and pushing, searching for a little sparkle of something that would make him feel like he could tell Puck the truth.

"What's to tell?" Puck asked, shrugging, while his inner voice called him a coward. "I don't go around telling what I do with Santana."

"That's because you do it all over the school and how can you…" Kurt trailed off, lowering his gaze, wanting to ask him how could he compare what they had to what he did with the Cheerio. "Never mind."

"Why are you asking me all these stupid questions lately?" the running back asked. "What if you found someone else, why I don't want to tell anyone about what we do… what's up with you?"

"Nothing." Kurt adjusted the strip of his bag on his shoulder and walked around Puck to reach the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Wait," the football player grabbed the shorter boy's wrist stopping him. "Can I come over tonight?"

"What's the point? If you don't come over you'll go to Santana's, so just go there." He yanked his arm free and stepped out of the janitor closet before Puck could say anything else.

Once he was alone again in the closet, the jock kicked at the wall out of frustration.

*GLEE*

The day went by slowly, each minute feeling like an hour. Last period was Spanish, which meant Kurt had to sit through the class with both Puck and Finn's gaze on him. He was stubbornly refusing to make eye-contact with either of them, choosing instead to concentrate on what Mr. Shuester was saying. By the time the bell rang, Kurt was ready to snap at his future step-brother and at his secret lover.

Before Finn could get the chance to get up from his desk, the soprano gathered up his things and quickly exited the classroom.

Puck looked between the door through which Kurt had just left, and Finn, who was looking like someone had just kicked his puppy.

"What's wrong with him?" Puck found himself asking after he had picked up his books.

Finn shrugged. "I don't know. I've to go." He quickly left the class going in search of Rachel and Puck had to try really hard not to go after his best friend's girlfriend demanding some answers.

*GLEE*

Kurt used the drive home to rehearse his song since he'd have to sing the next day and he still had to memorize all the lyrics. When he got home, he wasn't surprised to see that his father was already there.

"Kurt?" the man called form the living room and the soprano quickly went to him. "How was school today?"

"Same as always," Kurt replied, sitting down on the sofa next to his dad. "We have to leave in a little while."

Burt nodded. "Yeah, I came home earlier from the garage in case you needed anything. I left Bob to look after it."

"Thanks." Kurt smiled up at his dad and then leaned his head against the man's shoulder. "You're amazing, Dad, you know that right?"

"Are these the hormones already?" Burt tried to joke. "I remember your mother used to be so happy one second and sad the next." He chuckled. "She was always getting angry at me because of something stupid like walking inside the house with my work shoes on, getting dirt all over the floor."

They stayed in silence for a few minutes each lost in their own thoughts. After a while, Kurt sighed and entwined his fingers through his father's. "I wish she was here."

Burt slid an arm around his son's shoulders and brought him closer. "Me too, kid." He closed his eyes tightly reminding himself that Kurt needed him in that moment, that he needed someone to take care of him. He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall and sighed. "We have to go. Better be there a little early."

"Ok." Kurt got up from the sofa and walked over to the front door.

"I'm glad you don't want to change in a new outfit," Burt joked.

Kurt rolled his eyes while stepping outside. "I have to start acting less like a diva and more like an adult right now and changing clothes at every chance, isn't exactly mature."

Burt looked at his son with pride in his eyes. He had spent last night wondering if Kurt could make it, if he was even remotely ready to face something as big as having a kid, but he was going to be there for every step of the way, and could see that Kurt was taking everything seriously.

"I'm proud of you," he said after he had started driving towards David Berry's office.

"Because I got myself knocked up?" Kurt asked, glancing out of his window.

"No, because you're facing the consequences of what you did. Not everyone at your age would do the same."

"I guess." He took his iPod out of his bag and tried to push his thoughts away. He closed his eyes and leaned against the headrest, listening to David Gray singing.

If you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
And feel it now
Let go your heart

A hand shook him awake and Kurt looked around him disoriented before his eyes settled on his father's face.

"You ready?"

Kurt nodded putting away his iPod before getting out of the car. He walked behind Burt keeping his gaze to the floor feeling somehow still ashamed that he got himself pregnant, that he didn't have the courage to talk to Puck because he was afraid of what the other boy might tell him.

Burt stopped at the reception to ask for Dr. Berry and soon he and Kurt were lead to a white door.

They knocked and when they stepped inside the little white room, a man that reminded Kurt of a younger version of Noah Levenstein, greeted them with a smile.

"You must be Kurt," the Doctor said extending his hand to Kurt first and to Burt second. "Rachel told me all about you." He chuckled a little. "She says that you're her only competition in the club."

Kurt smiled at the man knowing that the Doctor was trying to put him at ease. "You raised a very talented girl. Quite annoying though," he smiled and the Dr. Berry laughed.

"I know. We spoiled her." He looked at Burt. "Mr. Hummel, I'm happy that you're here with Kurt." He turned his attention back to the boy. "You're going to need all the help you can get."

"I know."

"Good. We should start with some tests. I will take some blood and then we can do an ultrasound while we wait for the results. Is that ok, Kurt?"

"Yes."

Kurt went through the tests like he had done with Dr. Anderson, simply holding his hand up when needed, lift his shirt when needed… he was feeling like in order to survive everything, he needed to shut down. It was Burt's hand on his shoulder that shook him out of his daze.

"Are you sure you're ok, Kurt?"

"Yeah. I'm just scared." It was true. Every time he stopped to think about it, he was convinced that he was never going to make it.

"We can do the ultrasound now." Dr. Berry made him lie down on the bed and put cold gel on his stomach. He wasn't even sure that he wanted to hear the heartbeat, not if Puck wasn't there. Then he shook his head, reminding himself that Puck was never going to be there.

He felt the transducer moving up and down his belly and after a few moments, a steady heartbeat filled the room. Kurt felt Burt's hand tighten around his shoulder and when he looked up, there were tears in his father's eyes.

"Dad?"

Burt looked down and smiled. "What is it son?"

"Thanks for being here, you know."

Burt nodded in acknowledgment before looking over at Dr. Berry. "So, is everything ok?"

"Yes," the doctor replied nodding. "It's still early, so I won't be able to tell you if you're going to have a little boy or a little girl, but everything looks normal. 120 bpms. It's perfect." He looked at Kurt and smiled kindly at the teen. He was sorry that someone so young was going to have to face such a responsibility, but, at the same time, he saw determination in Kurt's eyes and was sure that he was going to make it. After all, he had Burt Hummel beside him and he was sure that they would make it.

Kurt's eyes were glued to the monitor. Everything was black and white and gray and he couldn't really make out any sort of form, but the heartbeat was there, his baby was alive and was healthy and he could feel his eyes welling up with tears.

"Everything is ok, then? Are you sure?"

"Yes, Kurt, you don't need to worry about the baby." Dr. Berry sighed and turned off the sonogram machine after having printed out a copy of the sonogram pictures. "But I'm worried about you."

"What?" Burt and Kurt asked at the same time.

"Yes." Dr. Berry got up from the stool standing next to the bed and handed some paper towel to Kurt so he could wipe his belly. Then, he walked back to his desk. "You look tired and way too tiny to be strong enough to carry a pregnancy. You're young and this is the first time you've been pregnant, so there is a high risk of miscarrying before the first trimester is over." He held up a hand when Kurt opened his mouth to speak. "Now, I don't want you to get stressed about this. You need to rest and eat and once the tests are back, we'll work out the best solution for you, ok? In the mean time, remember that while you're still early into your pregnancy, it would be best if you refrained from straining activities."

Kurt nodded. "Of course." He was getting more and more scared as each second passed. He tried to take a big breath to calm himself down and his hand flew automatically to his belly. He didn't want to lose that little live growing inside him. He could feel Burt's worried gaze on him, but didn't look up.

"Kurt, I want you to know that if you take care of yourself adequately, you're going to have a healthy baby, alright? I just had to warn you because you're young and when you're young, you believe that you're invincible."

"We will do everything we can to ensure that Kurt and the baby are perfectly healthy." Burt cut in.

"Good. Then all we have to do now, is wait for the results and I'll be able to prescribe you your vitamins." Dr. Berry smiled again at Kurt but Kurt couldn't find it in him to return the gesture.

*GLEE*

Kurt felt like he was suddenly Juno. He was standing in front of the mirror with his shirt raised, sliding his hand across his abdomen. It was ridiculous and he still wasn't showing so there was no need to do such a thing, but he found that knowing that that tiny little life was growing under his palm, made him feel like it was really happening and that he wasn't alone; he felt reassured. He shook his head and walked over to the bed.

As soon as they had gotten home, Burt had forced Kurt on the sofa in the living room and cooked dinner. There was a reason Kurt was in charge of their meals. But Kurt let him do it because he knew that Burt needed to feel like there was something that he could do for his kid.

So Kurt had laid down on the sofa snuggled up in a blanket and peacefully drifted off to sleep until dinner was ready. He was currently getting ready for bed. It was ten p.m. and he felt stupid at going to sleep so early, but he was tired.

Once he was under the covers, his eyes drifted to the window that Puck used to come inside through. He had left it open like any other night and wondered why he still did it. Talking with him that morning, and finding out that he had been in the janitor closet with Santana (he had overheard Santana telling Brittany that he couldn't get it up for her), should have been other reasons to finally break whatever he had going on with Puck, but he couldn't bring himself to let it go. 'Not yet,' he told himself.

He closed his eyes and turned around, hiding his face under the pillow and tried to fall asleep. It was several hours later when he finally managed to do it.

*GLEE*

"Burt called mom yesterday and told us to come over. I thought we were going to Breadstix tomorrow." Finn was casually leaning against the locker next to Kurt's making sure that none of the guys from the football team tried to shove Kurt or slushy him.

Burt had told him that morning that it was better to do it on Friday so Finn could have more days to get used to it before they had to see each other at school again. "Yeah we have something to tell you and Carole that can't wait."

"Oh, ok."

Kurt closed his locker and fell into step next to Finn. He could feel everyone looking at them but decided to ignore it. He had heard Ben Israel saying that Rachel was Finn's cover girlfriend and that the truth was that he was with Kurt. He was sick and tired of all the stupid rumors.

"Mom told me that we're probably going to move in soon."

"Yeah, I think we could actually make it work." He tried to sound cheerful at the idea because Finn had a stupid little grin on his face, but Kurt was still afraid that Carole and Finn were going to run away as soon as they heard about him.

"I could come over after glee." Finn's voice cut through Kurt's thoughts. "We could do our homework and then I can help you set everything up for dinner."

Kurt smiled at the boy stopping out of his English class. "That would be great, actually."

"Awesome." Finn patted him on the shoulder and then left for his class. Kurt watched him go hoping with all himself that things were going to work out because he didn't want to make his father suffer because he had gotten himself knocked up.

He turned around and walked inside his class feeling sad and guilty and not even Sam's cheerful greeting was enough to make him feel better.

*GLEE*

"Alright guys, I'm going to pick names out of the hat and you're gonna perform in that order, ok?" Mr. Shue turned to the piano and fished the first name out of the hat. Mike went up and sang his song followed by Tina, Mercedes, Santana, Finn, Brittany, Artie and Quinn. They all sang happy songs about feeling ok with themselves or about finally being in love.

However, when Rachel's name was called, the girl got up from her seat, adjusted her skirt, walked to the center of the room and looked straight at Kurt. "Lately, I've found a good friend in someone I thought hated me. Therefore, I'm going to sing a song that I want to dedicate him because it's how I feel most of the times and because I know that he needs it."

Kurt's face twisted into a horrified grimace and he desperately hoped that the song wouldn't give his secret away. To his surprise, however, Rachel started singing "Fireworks" by Katy Perry. She stared at him the whole time and he could see in her eyes that she meant every word. It made him feel uneasy, like he should have paid more attention to her because they were both in glee and should have been friends long before they started sharing a secret.

When Rachel finished singing, Kurt smiled at her and she went to seat down next to him gripping his hand and squeezing. "A little bit over dramatic," he said, "but thank you."

Mercedes looked at the two suspiciously but, before she could ask what was going on with them, Mr. Shue called Kurt.

Kurt stood up from his seat sighing heavily. He stopped himself from patting his belly, like he had started doing ever since the sonogram, in a gesture to calm his nerves.

"I don't have something insightful to say. It's what I'm feeling, it's about love tearing you apart but still loving that person because it's love and even if it hurts, you can't just turn it off." He kept his eyes to the ground to stop himself from searching for Puck's eyes.

He handed the music sheet over to the band and walked to the center of the class, took a deep breath and started singing.

This years love had better last

Heaven knows it's high time

I've been waiting on my own too long

But when you hold me like you do

It feels so right oh now

I start to forget

How my heart gets torn

When that hurt gets thrown

Feeling like you can't go on…

He darted a look around the room and saw everyone looking at him surprised, except for Puck. Puck was staring right back at him, his arms crossed in front of his chest. For a moment, the other members of the club disappeared and he couldn't close his eyes or divert them before starting to sing again.

Turning circles and time again

It cut like a knife oh now

If you love me got to know for sure

'Cause it takes something more this time

Than sweet sweet lies oh now

Before I open up my arms and fall

Losing all control

Every dream inside my soul

When you kiss me on that midnight street

Sweep me off my feet

Singing ain't this life so sweet…

His voice broke a little on the last word and he willed himself to look away. His eyes locked with Rachel who had tears in her eyes. Yeah, she could get it.

This years love had better last

Cause whose to worry

If our hearts get torn

When that hurt gets thrown

Don't yuh know this life goes on

Won't you kiss me on that midnight street

Sweep me off my feet

Singing ain't this life so sweet

This years love had better last…

He let the music die away before looking up again.

"Well, Kurt, that was some emotional song," Mr. Shue said, getting up and coming to pat him on his shoulder. "Well done."

Kurt nodded and went to take back his seat. He could feel eleven pairs of eyes on him, but he kept his gaze firmly on the floor and was grateful when Mr. Shue called Sam.

"So, I chose this song but I didn't have lot of time to prepare it, but it really helps me get what I'm feeling out in the open. So, yeah… I'm just gonna shut up and sing." He nodded towards the Jazz Band and then started singing "Tightrope" by Paul Freeman.

Kurt felt Rachel squeeze his hand and looked up finding her giving him a confused look.

"Is he singing to you?" she asked, in a whisper.

Kurt frowned and looked back at Sam who, when their eyes locked, smiled at him shyly. He felt the need to get up and run away, but told himself that he was wrong, that Sam obviously wasn't singing to him because really, since when was Sam into him? He couldn't handle something like this in that moment. He waited for Sam to finish singing and was actually grateful that Puck was the only one left.

"Ok, thank you, Sam. Puck, it's your turn."

Puck got up from his seat and, on his way to the center of the room, brushed against Kurt's shoulder. Kurt cursed himself when he shuddered at the contact and when, rising his gaze, he almost smiled seeing that Puck was looking at him.

"No big speech, I just sing." He said quickly, before sliding on his guitar and started singing.

Kurt didn't know the song, but Rachel gasped surprised and leaned close to him to whisper in his ear, "It's "Song Sung Blue" by Neil Diamond. It's a love song."

He found himself unable to look away from Puck. He felt that little hope that everything was going to be ok surging inside him. The words of the song could relate to what they had but Kurt had to wonder why he had chose that song when he had always labeled what they had as "sex and nothing more."

Mr. Shue had made them promise not to comment on the others' songs because he had asked them to be personal, to express their own feelings and therefore, no one had to explain their choice of song. Kurt was sure that that was the only reason why Puck was singing that song. He was surprised to see that Puck kept glancing at him with such nonchalantly, that it looked like he didn't mean anything by it.

After Puck had gone back to his seat, Mr. Shue clapped loudly and smiled. "I'm very proud of you guys. That was awesome. Now, next week we're going to do the Girls vs. Boys competition. However, this time, you're going to have to step out of your comfort zone. You girls will do a song that has been done from men, while you boys, a song that has been done from women. You can go now."

Rachel got up and walked over to the other girls already talking about what song they could sing. Kurt got up slowly, knowing that he had to wait for Finn and, at the same time, trying to avoid facing Sam.

"Hey, Kurt, do you have a song in mind?" Artie asked him rolling his wheelchair up to him.

"No, sorry. I'll leave you guys to choose it." He smiled at the boy and then turned his attention to Finn. "You ready to go? I want to take a bath before dinner and I need time."

Finn nodded and picked up his things. They ignored the looks they were getting from Sam, Puck, Mike and Artie. After almost a week, they were kind of used to it.

"Wait, where are you going together?" Sam sounded confused and Kurt didn't turn around to see what expression he had on his face.

"We're having a family dinner tonight and I'm going over to Kurt's now so we can study and hang out, you know."

"We better leave," Kurt said before they could ask other questions.

They walked out of the choir room in a comfortable silence until Finn decided to ask once again if he could know what Kurt and Burt had to tell him and Carole.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I swear, Finn, sometimes you're like a big baby." He was about to step behind the steering wheel but tossed the keys at Finn at the last moment. "You drive."

"What? Kurt…"

"I didn't sleep well last night and I'm kind of tired, it's better if you drive."

Finn looked at him concerned but nodded. As soon as they were seated, Kurt turned on the radio, determined not to talk about his song or what he had to tell during dinner. In order not to break down, he'd close every stressful thought about Puck and the baby in a little box, opening it only when needed. He was determined not to open it until they had finished eating dessert later that night.

*GLEE*

"So, Kurt has something to say," Burt announced while they were eating dessert. The afternoon had gone great, the dinner too and Burt was fairly sure that everything was going to work out in the end.

Carole looked at the boy smiling like always. "What is it?"

"I…" Kurt put down his fork ignoring his father's stern gaze. He knew that he had to start eating more, but he was feeling so nervous that he couldn't force the food down his throat. "I'm…" He turned his eyes on Burt and silently pleaded to his father to say something, but Burt shook his head.

"I hope you won't run away after I tell you this, because we love you and we want to be a family with you," he blurted out. He lowered his gaze when Carole and Finn both looked at him worried.

"It's ok, son," Burt put a reassuring hand on Kurt's shoulder and squeezed.

"I'm pregnant."

Carole's eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth. Kurt was already getting ready to beg them not to leave them.

"How is that even possible?" Finn asked, cutting into the heavy silence.

They looked at him for a few moments before Carole said, "Honey, when two people…"

"No, no I didn't mean that." He shrugged off Carole's hand from his forearm and looked at Kurt. "I mean, how can you be pregnant when you're the only gay boy in Lima?"

"Finn, don't ask me who's the other father is because I'm not gonna tell you. It's not up to me." He took a deep breath to calm himself down before saying, "But since I'm pregnant, there's obviously another guy in town that likes boys."

"But…"

"The point is that Kurt is going to need us all. He needs a family," Burt cut him off. Carole nodded without hesitation and reached over the table to squeeze Kurt's hand.

Finn looked between Kurt, Carole and Burt before finally fixing his gaze on the boy. "Wait, you mean he's not gonna help you?"

"I…" Kurt didn't want to get into it again, but he should have known that that question would arise. "What we had was never important, so I'm going to have the kid on my own. Well…" he shrugged, "hopefully, you and Carole will stay with us even though I'm a freak."

"You're not a freak, Kurt," Finn quickly said. He may have had a problem with Kurt last year, but now things were different. "This is why Rachel asked me to look out for you, isn't it?"

"Yes. Don't be mad at her, please. I asked her not to tell anyone and for once she actually kept her mouth shout."

"Ok, I get it, but why did you tell her?"

"She was there at the right moment. I'm going to tell Mercedes soon, but you two needed to know it sooner than the others."

Carole nodded and smiled through her tears. "I'm happy that you decided to tell us and we're not going anywhere, Kurt, ok?"

Kurt swallowed around the lump forming in his throat and nodded. "Thank you."

"And I'm going to make sure that none of the guys do anything to you."

"Thank you," Burt said for Kurt. "I really needed to hear that before I locked him in his basement and home schooled him."

Kurt rolled his eyes and Finn chuckled.

'At least I faced the first obstacle,' Kurt told himself while he accepted Carole's congratulations and Finn's promise to watch over him.

For the first time since finding out about the baby, Kurt felt like he might be able to take a breath and relax. It was a nice change. Now he only had to face Mercedes and the rest of the school. Because sooner or later, it was going to be obvious to anyone with eyes what was happening.

He carefully avoided thinking about what that meant.