Title: Love Lies Bleeding
Warnings: OOC, MPreg
Beta: lemong_drop151
Words Count Chapter: 6450
Words Count Story: 35247
A/N: I can't believe that this story is already so long!
Love Lies Bleeding Chapter 5 – So Much to Say
I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside
Can't see the light
Open up my head and let me out little baby
'Cos here we have been standing for a long long time
Can't see the light
The light coming from the little circular window on the north side of the attic cast a shadow across the room, making visible the dust floating in the air. Kurt hadn't been in that room in a while, barely getting in and out in passing while putting away boxes with old clothes. But now he had gone up there looking for something specific.
The door squeaked from the rare use when pushed open and Kurt quietly walked to the boxes on the far corner of the attic. They were labeled with "Mary Ann's Things", "Old House Things", "Vinyls", "Unwanted Gifts to re-use" and the last one, the one Kurt was looking for, with "From When We Were Waiting For Our Boy".
For a moment Kurt hesitated and his hand stood mid air. Finally, he let his fingers trace the dusty cardboard and a small, sad smile, graced his features. The box was above all the rest, right next to the one where Burt had put away part of his mother's things so Kurt didn't have to lift any boxes to get to the one he needed.
He picked it up and put it on the floor, for a moment he considered sitting down, but he was already dressed for school and he didn't have lot of time. His plan had been to go up there when Burt wasn't at home so his father wouldn't get sad, then bring everything down into his room and leave it there until he came back from school later that day.
The handwriting on the box was Marry Ann's and Kurt traced every letter feeling his smile broadening.
"I bet you'd be happy to be a grandmother, mom," he quietly said before bending down to lift box. He stopped when he reached the door and before closing it, he glanced at the rocking chair sitting covered by a white sheet in one of the corners of the attic. "I wish you were here." He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes and before he could completely break down, he took the box downstairs to his room.
He left it beside the bed and checked himself in the mirror to see if his clothes were still clean and then went up to the kitchen to drink a glass of juice. He was about to start drinking when the front door opened.
"Kurt? You ready?" Finn looked around for a moment before spotting Kurt standing in the kitchen. "Hey, sorry, I'm late."
"You shouldn't have had to come." Kurt knew it was an old argument because Finn had spent the weekend telling him that he'd do everything to be sure that Kurt and his little guy were ok. Kurt had asked him "What if it's a girl?" but Finn had been sure it was going to be a boy.
"You know I won't budge on this. So, you ready?"
Kurt nodded quickly downing his glass before retrieving his shoulder-bag and following Finn outside. When they were both in the old car, Kurt couldn't help but laugh. "You're driving me to school so I won't get tossed into the dumpster, but I know about the mailman. Am I really safe with you?"
Finn glanced at him for a moment finding that old sparkle in his blue eyes and couldn't help but gave him his trademark lopsided grin. "I'll be careful."
"Then watch the street," Kurt told him, still laughing.
They turned on the radio and didn't talk about the baby, or the baby's daddy or what Kurt was going to do all the way to the school and Kurt was glad that for a little while, he could feel something different than just pregnant.
After Finn had parked the car, he stepped out and went to open the car-door for Kurt who rolled his eyes at him but said thank you nonetheless.
"You're taking this too seriously."
Finn shrugged. "I'm doing what's right. Burt told me that Rachel's dad told you not to strain yourself."
"Yes, he did, but I'm only 10 weeks along, so you can calm down." Out of the corner of his eyes, Kurt saw some students looking at them suspiciously. He sighed and glanced up at Finn. "They are going to think we're together."
Finn frowned and looked around the parking lot noticing the people staring at them. "Maybe I shouldn't have opened the door for you."
Kurt smiled and nodded. "I know how uncomfortable you must be feeling so..."
"Hey," Finn stepped in front of him and shook his head. "It doesn't matter, ok?"
"Finn..."
Kurt was interrupted when Karofsky voice sounded loudly across the parking lot. "Hey, Hudson! Bring the fairy here."
Finn frowned and took a step in the direction of the dumpster where the football team was waiting. However, when he felt a hand gently grabbing his arm, he stopped and looked at Kurt.
"Don't do anything stupid, please?"
"But..."
"If you get suspended, then who's gonna protect me?" Kurt smiled at him when Finn nodded. "Good. Now, let's get going. I don't want to be late."
Finn started walking towards the school entrance ignoring the jocks yelling at them from the dumpster and when he noticed that Kurt was walking a couple of steps back, he stopped, grabbed Kurt's jacket and tagged him closer so their hands would brush with each step.
"Thank you," Kurt said quietly. He glanced at the dumpster and his eyes locked with Puck's. He could see confusion in those hazel eyes he loved and something more. Finally, shaking his head, he fell into a light chat with Finn while they walked inside the school.
Rachel met them at Kurt's locker. She gave them both a broad smile before kissing Finn on the cheek and sliding her arm through Kurt's as soon as he had retrieved all his books.
"So, how are you?"
"Good, Rachel, thanks."
"So, Mercedes told me that there's a Glee sleepover this Saturday."
"A Glee sleepover?" asked Finn walking on the other side of Kurt so the boy was between him and Rachel.
"Yeah I promised Mercedes to have one."
Rachel hesitated for a moment, glancing at Finn before leaning in closer. "Are we all invited?"
Kurt sighed in defeat and nodded. "Yeah."
"Oh."
Finn looked at them in confusion. "What's going on?"
"Noth..." Kurt was cut off when he was suddenly hit by iced corn syrup. He gasped and his feet slid on the slushie that had ended up on the floor.
"Fuck," Finn shouted trying to catch Kurt before he could hit the floor. He was able to slid an arm around his slim waist and tag him closer to balance him. "Kurt, are you ok?" his tone was full of fear and he started patting Kurt to check for injuries.
"Finn, Finn," Kurt said a few times before Finn finally looked at him. "I'm ok."
As soon as the words had left Kurt's mouth, Finn turned around and pushed the jock that had thrown the slushie at Kurt up against the lockers. "What is wrong with you?"
The jock, someone Kurt didn't know the name of, looked scared at Finn and held up his hands in surrender. "It was nothing, man. You're keeping him away from the dumpster and..."
"So what?" Finn pushed the jock and almost lift him from the floor. "Stay away, ok?"
"Finn?" Rachel put her hand on Finn's forearm and squeezed. "We should go before the teachers start to arrive. Mercedes saw what happened and she's took Kurt to the bathroom. C'mon."
Finn glared once again at the jock before stepping back. "Stay away," he repeated before turning to Rachel. "Is he ok?"
Rachel smiled fondly at him before entwining their hands and starting to lead him towards their first class. "Yes. It was just a slushie and you caught him before he'd end up on the floor. You're being great, Finn."
"He's little, you know? I mean, not defenseless because he has a way with words that make you feel less than scum under his shoes, but when it comes down to fights and all that, he's little. Guys like Karofsky and Azimio could probably beat him to death and..."
"You're doing great," Rachel reassured him.
"I hope so. Burt won't forgive me this time if something happens and I couldn't forgive myself either."
*GLEE*
"It was stupid to think that now that Finn has suddenly turned into your shadow nothing was going to happen." Mercedes kept wiping the blue slushie with a moist towelette from Kurt's face.
"Yeah, well, at least I didn't end up in a dumpster." He stepped away from Mercedes and opened the faucet putting his head under the water.
Mercedes leaned against the sink next to his and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Why is Finn acting like that? And before you start, don't give me any bullshit about him starting to act like a brother because of what happened with Burt."
Kurt glanced at her and sighed. He guessed that that was as good a time as any to tell her the truth, so, after having closed the faucet and picked the little towel he kept in his bag to dry off his hair, he looked at her. "I'm sorry I haven't told you before but I didn't know what was going on and then, when I found out, I was scared to tell anyone."
Mercedes furrowed her brow. "I don't understand."
"I only told dad, Finn, Carole and..." he hesitated for a moment before saying, "and Rachel."
"Rachel?" She shook her head. "Never mind that. Tell me what is going on."
"Mercedes, I..." he lowered his gaze, the words stuck in his throat.
"You what?"
"I'm pregnant."
Mercedes' eyes widened and she opened her mouth uselessly a few times before putting her hands on her hips glaring at him. "How long have you been lying to me, Kurt?"
"I... 'Cedes, please, don't be mad." He felt tears welling up in his eyes and damned his hormones for the millionth time. "I was afraid of what you would have said about what I... what I was doing with that boy and... and... I'm sorry." A sob cut him off and he looked pleadingly at his best friend.
"Ok, ok, calm down, Kurt," she stepped away from the sink and pulled the trembling boy in her arms feeling him clutching at her like a lifeline while he kept murmuring apologies. She had never seen him so shuttered and she understood that that wasn't the moment when she could be angry because Kurt needed his best friend and now Mercedes got why Finn was so protective all of a sudden. She pulled away a little so she could look Kurt in the eyes and smiled. "I felt like I didn't know what to tell you. I saw you being sad but you weren't opening up and I didn't know how to push. I'm sorry you thought that you couldn't trust me, but Kurt, I'm going to be next to you, ok?"
Kurt nodded and hugged her again. "I'm sorry."
"It's ok." Mercedes wiped away the tears from Kurt's cheeks and opened the faucet again. "You better clean up. The bell is about to ring."
"Thank you." He smiled tentatively at her before starting to wash his face. He was dreading the question he knew was about to be asked.
"So..."
"I can't tell you," he cut her off and was happy when all she did was sigh heavily.
"Is he in the closet?"
Kurt nodded before closing the faucet and starting to dry his face. "Yeah."
"And you can't out him. Ok. But you can tell me, I won't..."
"I don't want to talk about it, Mercedes, please. I already have to listen to Rachel going on and on about how I should tell him but I know him and... and I don't want my baby to know that his father thought I was a slut or something like that," his voice started to raise out of frustration and he angrily threw his things back in his bag. "That he didn't want us or was ashamed of us."
Mercedes held her hands up in surrender. "Woah, calm down white boy. I wasn't going to tell you to talk to the guy. You said you know him and you know what's best, I just wanted you to tell me who the guy is."
Kurt took a deep breath and slung the strap of his bag over his shoulder. "I don't want to talk about him. It was nothing. I was stupid and fell in love with a jerk that simply started fucking with me because he was bored and wanted to try something new and..."
"Kurt, calm down, ok?" Mercedes put her hands on the boy's shoulders and shook him. "I'm helping you in whatever way you need, no questions asked."
"Thank you."
"You said that Rachel is tormenting you about it?" she asked while they exited the bathroom.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yeah."
"Then I'll let her do it for both of us."
Kurt laughed while sliding his arm through Mercedes'.
*GLEE*
He should have known that people would have started to notice sooner rather than later. The hope that until he started showing no one was going to pick on what was going on with him was wishful thinking. He found how wrong he was during third period in Spanish, two days after he had told Mercedes about his pregnancy.
Mr. Shue was going on and on about the difference between regular and irregular verbs and Kurt was doodling on his notebooks drawing little outfits for baby boys and baby girls when the wave of nausea suddenly hit him.
He knew that in the last week it had happened too often for no one to notice but he still had hoped. However, this time, the wave of nausea was stronger than the last few times so he had to shot out of the class before Mr. Shue could ask him what was wrong.
Puck's eyes followed his boy out of the class and when he glanced back down at his notebook after the door had closed, he caught Finn's worried gaze still lingering on the door. He was about to ask him what was wrong with Kurt when he caught the two jocks sitting behind him laughing.
"I guess the fag got knocked up when he paid for sex."
"You're right. Who would tap that if not for money?"
The two jocks laughed again and Puck's hand closed so tightly around his pencil that it snapped in half. He was so close to turning around and punching the two in the face that he had to grip the edge of his desk to stop.
"Mr. Shue, can I go check on Kurt?"
Puck looked sharply at Finn feeling that strange feeling he had been feeling lately spreading inside him. Looking at Finn's concerned face and remembering that him and Kurt had been coming school together for the last week, he felt the anger growing stronger and stronger.
"Yes, Finn." Mr. Shue wrote down a note and handed it to Finn who practically ran out of the class. Mr. Shue started his lesson from where he had left off but Puck's attention was focused on the door.
He knew that he had no right to feel jealous because Finn and Kurt seemed joined at the hip lately, but he couldn't help it. He had caught Sam looking at Kurt too and the song he had sang in Glee was a dead give away that he had feelings for Kurt, and Puck was getting more and more mad with each look Sam threw Kurt's way, with every time Finn would open doors for Kurt, sliding his arm around his shoulders, leaving school with Kurt...
"Puck, is everything ok?"
Looking at Mr. Shue, Puck frowned. "Yeah."
"Ok. You look a little tense," the teacher said smiling at him.
"I'll just go out for a moment." He got up from his desk, ignoring Mr. Shue's voice and quickly walked towards the girls bathroom where he knew he could find Kurt.
He was about to push open the door when he heard Finn's voice. "You sure you're ok?"
"Yes, thank you Finn. It's normal."
He heard water starting running and pushed the door open a little to peek inside. Finn was wiping Kurt's mouth with a wet paper-towel. "This sucks."
Kurt chuckled and took the paper-towel from Finn's hand. "Tell me about it."
Puck frowned feeling the doubt of finding out that what the jocks had been joking about was real starting to creep in his mind. When Finn's eyes fell to Kurt's stomach, Puck clenched his hands into tight fists.
"I still can't believe it." He had that little lopsided grin on his face and Kurt was smiling just as softly.
"It's pretty amazing, isn't it?" Kurt threw away the paper-towel. "Thank you for coming to check on me."
Finn raised his eyes to look into Kurt's. "You don't have to thank me." His eyes fell down again and he cleared his throat nervously. "Can I..." he waved his hand in the general direction of Kurt's stomach and Kurt laughed.
"He's not kicking yet and I'm not showing."
"I know but can I..."
Kurt gently grabbed Finn's wrist and pushed his hand between his jumper and his shirt. He shivered and chuckled, "Your hand is cold."
"Sorry," Finn said distractedly and made no move to pull his hand away. Instead, he got a little closer and he looked completely awed. "So now you believe me that it's going to be a little guy?"
"I guess so." Kurt shook his head laughing and his eyes sparkled like Puck had never seen them doing before. "The other day I went up into the attic looking for the things of when my mom was expecting me, and I found a little football jersey that my dad had bought for me. I think I'm going to use it if it's a boy."
Finn's grin turned into a full on smile. "I can't wait to see the little guy."
Puck turned away from the bathroom before he could hear anything else. He walked down the hall feeling full of anger and frustration. Feeling himself starting to lose control, he headed to the locker room so he could go blow off some steam lifting weights, however, he could still hear Finn and Kurt's words going on and on in his head and on impulse, he punched in one of the lockers as soon as he was in the room. He felt the pain shooting up his hand and the blood starting to flow from the wounds on his knuckles. He pulled the hand away and hit the locker once again this time out of the frustration of knowing that he would never be brave enough to come out to the school, never able to walk down the hall holding Kurt like Finn did practically every day. He felt like his best friend was stealing something away from him and even if he'd never find the courage to be the man Kurt deserved, he didn't want to let go. Not yet.
"Puckerman! What the hell are you doing?"
The voice of coach Beiste rang through the locker room but Puck didn't want to stop. He was feeling pain and he didn't want it tearing up his heart while images of Finn and Kurt kept going on and on in his mind. He pulled his fist back to strike again, but his wrist was grabbed from the coach.
"Stop!" She dragged Puck over to one of the benches and made him sit down. "What the hell came over you?"
Puck kept his gaze on the floor glaring at the tiles instead of looking up at the coach.
"Puckerman, if you don't start talking, I'm going to have to send you to the Principal." She let a few minutes going by in silence but in the end, she shook her head and sighed. "C'mon, I'm taking you to Figgins."
Puck didn't say a word barely trailing after the coach without lifting his gaze up. The bell rang loudly and the students started flowing into the halls.
"Puck? What did you do?"
Finn's voice caught Puck's ears and he turned around and, before he could remind himself that he had slept around on Kurt since their first time and so he had no right to be jealous or feel betrayed, he launched at his best friend and tackled him down on the floor.
"Puckerman!"
He had managed to hit Finn on the chin by the time Coach Beiste was able to pull him away. "What the hell is going on with you today?"
Puck glared at Finn feeling the pain in his hand growing. He shrugged off the Coach's arms and turned around to follow her to the Principal's office knowing that there was no way he could get out of a suspension now, and his eyes locked with Kurt's.
Kurt was looking at him completely shocked; his eyes open wide and his mouth was moving around soundless words. Kurt frowned and made a step in his direction before stopping, remembering that Puck didn't want for people to find out about them and how could he explain his caring for Puck all of a sudden without people figuring something out?
So he shook his head and walked over to Finn who was getting up from the floor. "Are you ok?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah," Finn answered, massaging his aching chin.
Kurt looked back at Puck while Coach Beiste dragged him towards Figgins' office. Their eyes locked and for the first time since what they had started, Kurt couldn't recognize the emotion he saw in those hazel eyes.
"C'mon, Finn," Rachel grabbed her boyfriend by his hand and dragged him towards the nurse's office looking for an ice-pack. On her way, she looked worriedly at Kurt biting down on her bottom lip but Kurt shrugged and headed in the opposite direction.
Throughout the day, the whisperings about Puck and Finn's fight and Kurt's sickness, kept going on around the school. By the time the last bell rang and glee was about to start, the official gossip was that Finn had knocked up Kurt, Rachel was a fake-girlfriend and Puck had punched Finn trying to beat the gay out of him.
Mercedes had laughed hearing the story and so had done Rachel while Finn had shrugged it off saying that they could think whatever they wanted. Kurt had still to face the other glee club's members and he was dreading stepping inside the choir room.
After waiting until the very last second, Kurt finally walked inside the choir room. Brittany waved at him happily congratulating himself on his "Capital G Baby", while Santana had murmured "slut" when he had walked by her on his way to the last row.
Mike, Artie and Quinn were glancing at him curiously but no one of them asked him anything. Quinn did glare at him though because apparently, she believed that Finn had left her because he was gay and hadn't had the courage to tell the truth.
Tina had been filled in by Mercedes, so she pulled him into a tight embrace before taking her place next to Mike.
Kurt went to sit on the last row between Finn and Rachel while Mercedes sat down next to Tina.
Sam was the last one to arrive. He walked inside the choir room looking slightly depressed and Kurt sighed heavily when his eyes locked with the quarterback's and Sam looked away quickly.
Mr. Shue walked inside with a frown. "Puck managed to get himself suspended." He looked at Finn and asked, "What was that all about? He didn't want to tell why he hit you."
Finn shrugged. "I don't know, Mr. Shue. I saw him walking with the Coach towards Figgins' office and asked what had happened and he just flipped. He turned around and jumped me."
"Well, whatever it was, Figgins gave him suspension until Monday so I guess we will have to do our Girls vs. Boys another time. I'm sure Puck wouldn't want to miss it."
"Can we talk about how Hummel got himself knocked up?" Santana asked out of the blue with the most bitchy tone she could master. She turned to Kurt and asked, "How did you get Finn to fuck you?"
"Hey, language guys," Mr. Shue cut in, "I'm sure this is not neither the time nor the place for this conversation." He waited for Santana's nod before turning towards Kurt. "You should have said something, Kurt, so I wouldn't have made you dance so much."
"It's ok, Mr. Shue, I'm not far along." Kurt ignored the gazes he could feel fixed on him. He knew that once people found out things would only get worse, but he had hoped to have a little more time. He wondered what Puck thought. He hoped with all his being that he'd come talk to him, maybe show that he cared...
"Kurt?"
Rachel's voice cut through his thoughts and he looked at her noticing only in that moment that his vision was blurred. He wiped at his eyes and tried to get a grip on his emotions. He had been called a slut from the whole football team by the time lunch had rolled around because Finn had been in the nurse office and even with the boy at his side, people still talked.
He hugged his bag to his chest and stood up. The idea of sitting there pretending that everything was ok when he could feel every stare and whisper tearing at his insides was making him sick. "I'm going home, Mr. Shue," he said.
He shrugged off Mercedes and Rachel's concerns and ignored Finn's question about taking him home. He barely waved at Mr. Shue on the way out and practically ran to his SUV glad that that morning Finn hadn't gone to pick him up for school.
Once he was sitting inside the car, he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He took deep breaths and turned on his engine only when he felt himself finally calming down. He drove home trying to push away all the thoughts about Puck and the rumors at school and dragging Finn in his mess and by the time he reached his home, he felt slightly better.
He was glad that his dad still wasn't home because Kurt didn't want to worry him and he knew that he looked worn out and his eyes were puffy and red. He went down into his room and dragged the box with his baby things out from under the bed. He sat cross legged on the floor and opened the box. His mother's diary was on top and he moved it out of the way because every time he read it, he would be assaulted by sadness. Then there was a little teddy bear dressed like a mechanic, bottles and little outfits. On the bottom of the box there was the little jersey his dad had bought for him even before he was born. Kurt picked it up and squeezed it in his hands.
Reminding himself that there was going to be someone who'd need him for the rest of his life, helped him relax and made him feel happy. And, even though the baby was always going to be a reminder of Puck, Kurt couldn't bring himself to feel sorry about it, on the contrary, it made him feel better about everything. The baby was going to be a reminder of a time when he had been able to love unconditionally.
*GLEE*
Kurt didn't go to school for the next two days. Burt was worried about him because Kurt kept lying in bed barely moving. He had called Finn to ask what had happened after he had come home to find Kurt clenching the baby jersey he had bought for him when Mary Ann had been pregnant, and had found out that at school now they knew that Kurt was pregnant.
He had tried to convince Kurt to go to school because it was just a rumor and no one knew whether it was true or not, but Kurt had said that he needed a little time.
Now that the week-end was approaching and with it the sleepover, Burt had called Mercedes and Rachel so they could get everything ready. They came over at the Hummel's house at five so they'd have the time to prepare everything since the glee club was coming over at seven.
Rachel and Mercedes found Kurt lying in bed with his headphones on.
"It's worse than I had expected," Rachel said quietly before walking over to the bed. Kurt had his eyes closed so he still had to notice the two girls standing in his room. Rachel shook him slightly and Kurt sat up startled.
He pulled his headphones off. "What are you doing here?" he asked, looking between Rachel and Mercedes.
"It's Saturday, white boy," Mercedes put down a box full with chips and cans. "The others are coming over in two hours and you need to shower and get dressed because you look like shit."
Kurt sighed deeply. "Can't we cancel? We could do it just the three of us."
"Look, your father has already left. He told us that he was going on a fishing trip and would be back tomorrow." Mercedes put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "Burt told us that you haven't got out of bed in two days. What the hell is up with that?"
"I just wanted to be on my own for a while."
"Kurt, you look quite depressed." Rachel looked at him worriedly. "I know he shouldn't talk to me about you because you're his patient, but dad told me to keep an eye on you because you may fall into a depression."
Kurt rolled his eyes and got up from the bed. "I'm not depressed. I just needed a little time." He walked over to the wardrobe and took out a couple of sweat pants and a t-shirt. When he turned around, he found Mercedes and Rachel looking at him concerned. "I'm not depressed."
"You never wear things so simple," Rachel said.
"Yeah but this is a sleepover so." He trailed off and walked over to the bathroom's door. "I'm going to take a shower, alright?" As soon as he had closed the door to the bathroom behind him, Kurt turned on the shower and then sat down on the tiled floor with his back resting against the bathtub. He leaned his forehead on his knees and took a deep breath.
He knew that Puck had been suspended, but he had thought that the boy would have called him, but he hadn't. Kurt had spent the last two days staring at his cellphone ignoring the calls from everyone hoping that Puck would call. He was scared at the idea that in a little over a hour Puck would probably be over. He wanted to ask about him, but with Mercedes not knowing the truth, he couldn't risk it.
Kurt stood up and quickly took off his clothes before stepping under the shower spray. He let the hot water massage his shoulders while his hands started to unconsciously rub his stomach. Soon enough, he was softly humming a song.
Two hours later, the glee members started to arrive. Brittany greeted him with a hug and a pat on the stomach, Santana nodded at him, Mike and Finn gave him a pat on the shoulder and Artie a wave of his hand while Tina hugged him tightly. Sam stood on the front porch awkwardly looking at Kurt from under his blond bangs.
"Hey," Kurt said quietly with a small smile.
"Hi!"
"What are you waiting for? Come on inside." Kurt grabbed him from his wrist and pulled him inside shutting the door behind them. The awkward moment seemed to pass while Kurt dragged Sam downstairs in the basement.
Kurt was about to sit down on the bed with Sam when the doorbell rang again. He declined Finn's offer to go open the door and went to see who had arrived. He opened the door finding Quinn standing there with a little smile.
"Hey, Kurt."
"I wasn't sure you'd come," he said, while Quinn stepped inside and he closed the door.
"I talked with Finn and he explained that he wasn't secretly in the closet."
"Yeah he's just helping me out."
Quinn nodded. "I know that now. I think it's great."
They walked down in the basement and she went to sit on the couch with Mercedes, Tina and Santana while Brittany sat on the floor with her back leaning against Santana's legs. Mike and Finn were sitting on the floor next to Artie's chair all three of them looking at videogames while Rachel sat against his boyfriend while speaking with the girls.
Kurt was sitting cross legged on the edge of the bed and Sam was next to him and they were both standing in an awkward silence.
"So," Sam cleared his throat nervously and glanced at Kurt glad that the others were too busy talking to hear him. "You missed on school the last couple of days. We were... we were worried."
"Yeah I wasn't feeling like facing the school, you know?" Kurt sighed and looked at Sam biting his lower lip. "I hate that it's everything so awkward."
"It was just all out of the blue. We didn't know that you were seeing someone so it was kind of unexpected."
"Yeah. Are you going to ask me who's the other father? Because that's what everyone has been asking me lately."
Sam shook his head and Kurt saw sadness shine in the blond's eyes. "I won't."
"Thank you," Kurt said offering a small smile.
"Do you know what happened between Finn and Puck?"
Kurt shook his head because he really had no idea. He had called Finn to ask him about it, but Finn really didn't have a clue about what had come over his best friend. "He just jumped him and no one knows why. Well, Puck does but I'm sure he won't tell anyone."
"Maybe he was jealous," Sam said casually.
Kurt's eyes widened for a moment before he could mask the surprise at hearing the question. "Why would you say that?"
"Kurt, you've been spending a lot of time with Finn lately, and now I know the reason why, but..."
Kurt stood up abruptly from the bed. "I don't know why you think that Puck would be jealous but you're mistaken, alright?" He turned around and went upstairs ignoring Sam calling his name. He went into the kitchen and leaned against the counter taking deep breaths. He was scared that Sam had figured something out and that Puck would get angry with him. Then he shook his head, Sam didn't know what he was talking about, because in order to feel jealous, you should care about someone and Puck didn't give a damn about what Kurt did or who for that matter. He just needed to calm himself down and not act like he was hiding a big secret.
He reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and took out his phone. Puck hadn't called yet and he was pretty sure that he wasn't going to show up. With a sigh, he started heading towards the basement, but a wave of nausea hit him and he had to run to the bathroom.
After emptying his stomach, he remained sitting on the tiled floor for a few minutes. He guessed that Rachel or Mercedes were keeping the others away and he was glad for that. He didn't want to be around people when his emotions were running so wildly. After what felt like hours to him, Kurt finally got up and went in the living room. He briefly considered going back down in the basement, but he was feeling tired and his head was aching, so he laid down on the couch and closed his eyes letting the sleep flew over him.