After some consideration, I decided to continue this (at one time) one-shot. There are a few scenes I really wanted to see done in this AU, especially when it comes to Blaine and all that…and so, I hope you like it!

GLEE

"Oh, I love that," said Quinn, pointing at a sketch of a slim woman in a floral dress that Kurt had been designing the other day. "Gosh, I would love that in my closet."

Kurt grinned at the girl, blushing slightly. "Thank you," he said quietly. He and Quinn were sitting on Quinn's full size bed in her very tastefully decorated basement room. They had been working on some homework, but had since moved on to looking through Quinn's closet and figuring out what should be let out.

Kurt had been staying at the Hummel's house for two days now. The rest of the school week had gone how Kurt had predicted - horribly. He had been slushied at least twice a day and called names in the hallway. Glee club had at least been somewhat supportive, though Kurt could have done without Puck's exclamation of "I knew it!" and Rachel's attempts to get him to talk to her dads.

Finally, it was the weekend and Kurt was going to be spending Saturday and maybe even Sunday looking for a job. Tonight, though, was Friday and Quinn insisted they look at her clothes - and even Kurt's sketches.

"You're talented," she remarked with a nod. "I think you might actually have a future in fashion."

"Why thank you," said Kurt after a moment of shock. It wasn't that Quinn had ever been horrible to him when she was a Cheerio. She could be somewhat…bitchy to others, Kurt supposed, but that was mostly the uniform talking. No, Quinn had barely said two words to him since high school began, good or bad. It was going to take getting used to this Quinn, who was happy and bubbly, despite her occasional mood-swing due to her pregnancy.

In the pass two days, Quinn and him had gotten to talking at night, laying on her bed and letting off some steam. Quinn complained about weird stomach movements and her stupid cravings and weight gain, and Kurt vented about his parents and being gay. Quinn was even able to fish out any crushes he had. Kurt muttered something about liking Finn, unfortunately, but they quickly (and awkwardly) moved on to celebrity crushes, since Quinn was dating Finn (and at least to Kurt, was having his baby).

It was nice, having someone to talk to like this. Though Mercedes was his best friend, they had never had a chance to talk like this. Kurt refused to bring Mercedes to his house to face his bigot father and there were only so many times Kurt could use the excuse that he was hanging out at the library or something, when he was really at Mercedes' house.

"Your clothes shouldn't be too difficult to modify," said Kurt, looking at the pile of clothes in front of him. "But again, stick to dresses. Most of them won't have to be resized at all - you're not going to get too big, since you're so tiny in the first place."

Quinn sighed. "I hate being fat."

"You're not fat," Kurt scoffed.

Quinn frowned, but said nothing.

"Thanks for my clothes," she said. She looked at his. A pair of the only jeans that Kurt owned (mostly for Glee costumes), a dreadfully drab white button up and a black skinny tie. "I'm sure you're just dying in those clothes. They're so plain."

"Tell me about it," sighed Kurt. "But I can't afford anything new right now. I need to get a job, and focus on saving any money I make - and helping your dad out with stuff around the house."

"You know he won't accept it," she said with an eye roll.

"He should. I'm an extra mouth to feed, and you almost count as two now," he said with a joking smile. Quinn hit his knee. "Sorry," he giggled. "But seriously, I'm sure it won't be easy."

Yesterday, when Burt told Kurt that he could stay in their house as long as he had to, Kurt had been touched. He almost wanted to refuse and say it was much too generous, but well, where was he going to go if he did? Instead, Kurt insisted that he pay rent, or pay for his food - something. Burt said no and that was that.

Well, Kurt could be stubborn, too.

"Maybe we should go to this thrift store one town over," said Kurt with a frown. "It's really only 30 minutes away and I've been there a few times. It has a lot of fashionable stuff for a thrift store, because that town is stinking rich. We could get you some dresses."

"And you can get some other clothes," said Quinn quickly, to which Kurt frowned. "Daddy won't mind. You need to get more clothes, Kurt. You only have one suitcase full. That's probably barely two weeks worth. And you said it's a thrift store. That's won't be too expensive."

"Well…" said Kurt, trying to find an argument.

"I'll talk to daddy at dinner," said Quinn with a smile, knowing she had won.

Burt didn't have a problem with it at all, which Kurt frowned at. He was thankful, though, when Quinn was handed Burt's credit card with a warning to not spend too much.

So the next morning Quinn drove them to the thrift store, and despite feeling guilty about spending Burt's money (Kurt would be paying him back, no matter what) he was oddly excited about being able to shop for himself for the first time.

Quinn was very impressed with the thrift store when they walked in. Like Kurt had said, it was for a richer neighborhood and didn't look in shambles, like most thrift stores were. Kurt directed Quinn toward the dresses first. Like Kurt predicted, there were a lot of brand names mixed in with some unrecognizable names.

"This is actually fantastic," said Quinn with a grin, pulling out a cute blue dress with a black ribbon around the waist, which fell to her knees when she held it up in front of her. "I usually buy stuff like this at the mall for like, twice the price."

Kurt grinned at her and added the blue dress to the pile of things they would buy. "I know," he said with a giddy smile. "I always came here to just, you know, look around. I bought stuff once or twice…but it was far enough away that I wouldn't run into any of my parents' friends."

After a while, Quinn forced them over to the men's section. Kurt automatically found a pair of brand new looking red-skinny jeans that were just…heavenly. "Oh! I think I'll try these on," he said, almost shyly.

"They'll probably look amazing," smiled Quinn.

Kurt found five vests that he fell in love with (and ended up fitting him amazingly, when he was in the dressing rooms later), four pairs of pants, a few t-shirts that he was sure he could pair with the vests or something, a few ties and bowties and a few more fashion forward tops.

"Wait a second," he said as he was walking from the dressing room and by the women's sweaters. "Isn't this amazing?" It was a dark red sweater that was very long.

"Isn't that a woman's sweater?" asked Quinn with a raised eyebrow.

"Fashion has no gender," said Kurt, grabbing both that and one more sweater, taking them to the dressing room.

Besides that, Kurt found the women's scarves and picked out a few with nice patterns, and even allowed himself a pair of really nice black boots. They were the only shoes in his size, anyway.

When the two finally rang up their purchases, they came to just about $150. Kurt winced by Quinn laughed at him. "Kurt, I sometimes spend that must once two outfits at the mall - my dad will be thrilled at the amount of stuff we both got for that much money."

Once they had loaded up the car, a cute little red bug that Burt had gotten Quinn for her 16th birthday, too, they went to a nearby diner to get something to eat for Quinn. She ordered a burger and a piece of cake, while Kurt stuck to a salad (although he did sneak a few bites from the second piece of cake Quinn ordered).

The next few weeks were hectic. Rachel was still her bossy self in Glee, Kurt still was getting slushies and Quinn was still getting to used to her loss of popularity. She also started to grow in roundness, which she was very sour about.

Kurt was able to get a less than part-time job at a store at the mall, which was actually really nice, because he got a store discount. He made himself resist buying the fashionable clothes most of the time, but he allowed himself one item each paycheck - two if they were small items, like scarves.

Kurt loved scarves.

The new clothes Kurt had gotten with Quinn really, really helped him. He was still depressed that his parents had cut him off from their lives, but being able to finally express himself with fashion was so liberating. He was true to himself, now.

The first Sunday outside of his house was strange. Burt and Quinn didn't go to church and there was no way Kurt would consider going to the church he grew up in and where his parents still went. Instead, he slept in and then watched cartoons with Quinn, eating cereal in the living room.

The next Sunday, however, Kurt made plans to go to church with Mercedes. He might be considered a sin by his dad, but that wouldn't stop Kurt from going to church. He still felt somewhat strong in his faith. There were times he doubted and he thought maybe it was all a waste of time, but at the same time…Kurt had grown up with all of this. He couldn't just stop because his parents weren't with him any more.

Mercedes picked Kurt up on Sunday morning and Kurt hoped that Burt wouldn't be angry with him for going to church. It was a bit awkward that first Sunday, because he was the only white member in attendance that morning. Mercedes' presence was comforting though. A lot of people came up to him after service and kissed his cheeks, telling him that there was nothing wrong with him, which made Kurt's eyes tear up.

When Kurt got back from church, Quinn and Burt were in the living room. He walked in shyly, sitting next to Quinn, who was still in her PJ's.

"I hope you're not angry," said Kurt. He had left a note saying where he was going, because he honestly didn't want to talk to him about it the night before.

"Of course not, kid," said Burt with a shrug. "If you want to go to church, that's your business."

"Thank you," said Kurt.

The next Sunday, Quinn was up when Kurt walked down to the living room at 8 in the morning, dressed in a lovely white dress and blue flats. "I wondered if you wanted company," said Quinn softly. "Although, they may not like a pregnant girl…"

Kurt laughed and put an arm around Quinn's still slim waist. "Girl, I'm a gay boy. I think they'll be just fine with you there, too."

Mercedes was happy to see Quinn that morning with him. The two had been getting along lately, since Kurt was a sort of bond between them.

"Kurt," said Quinn a few weeks later as they sat in her room, flipping through magazines. "Do you ever feel like you're keeping a horrible secret and…like, you want to tell the truth, but you've already been lying so much that…maybe you should just keep on lying?"

Kurt looked up at her and frowned. "Of course," he said, shutting the issue of Vogue. "I mean, that's how it was with my parents - and everyone - when I was 'straight'. I would tell them that yeah, I had a crush on this girl and that I was thinking about asking so and so out. All that. But…Quinn, it's better to be truthful."

"But what if it will hurt a lot of people if you tell the truth?" asked Quinn, looking away from him.

"Well…it might hurt some, but maybe it will make you feel better in the long run." Kurt was silent for a long moment. "Do you want to tell me something, Quinn?"

"Finn's not the father!" Quinn blurted. She raised her hand to her lips and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Oh."

Well, that was certainly surprising.

"Do you…do you want to tell me who is, dear?" asked Kurt gently.

"Puck," muttered Quinn, looking down at her lap. "I just…I was feeling fat and he told me I wasn't and he came over when my dad was at work and had wine coolers and…I don't know. It just happened." Tears fell down Quinn's face. "I regret it so much, because I do like Finn. I shouldn't have cheated on him. Especially with Puck…"

"But you did," said Kurt firmly. "You have to own up to that, Quinn, even if it hurts. And…Quinn, you can't let Finn go on believing that he's the father. He's really worried about his future."

"You're just saying that because you hope that he'll dump me," said Quinn harshly. "Because you like him."

Kurt was struck speechless.

"I'm sorry," said Quinn suddenly, her face softening. "I didn't - I shouldn't have - you know I haven't told anyone about you liking him, right?"

"Yeah," said Kurt.

"Do I really have to tell him?" asked Quinn.

"You should," said Kurt. "I know it is scary…but sooner or later, you should tell him."

"But…I don't even know if I'm keeping it," said Quinn.

It wasn't the first time they had talked about what she was going to do after she gave birth. Burt said he would support his grandchild she decided to keep it, but Quinn wasn't sure she wanted to be a mother yet.

"Adoption?" asked Kurt.

"Well…" Quinn hesitated, then shook her head. "It's nothing. Forget I said anything."

They didn't talk about it any more after that.

The next week, the glee club were forced into wheel chairs to support Artie. Mr. Shuester also announced that they were doing "Defying Gravity" from Wicked.

Kurt almost died.

It was his favorite song from his favorite musical. It was a song that kept him sane on the days when he couldn't tell his parents the truth - and even in the days after he told them and they kicked him out.

Mr. Shuester, of course, didn't want to give Kurt the solo, because it was for a girl. Rachel was going to get that honor, of course.

"It's not fair," said Kurt, stabbing a piece of steak at dinner that night. It had been his turn to make dinner that night (he insisted that he help with that, since Burt was mostly useless in the kitchen, anyway). "I have just as good as voice as Rachel Berry. And I could nail that high F in my sleep."

"Is that like, a big deal?" asked Burt dumbly.

"It is, daddy," said Quinn patiently. "It's very high and most girls can't reach it. I can't."

"Oh. And this Shuester won't give you the solo because…?" asked Burt, looking at Kurt.

"Because it's traditionally a girl's song," said Kurt with a scoff. "Like that makes me unable to relate to it or something."

"That's completely unfair," said Burt.

"Yes," Kurt sighed. "Let's stop talking about it. I don't want to spoil dinner. Quinn, I hope you've been taking your vitamins."

"Of course, mother," laughed Quinn.

"That's Mr. Mom to you," teased Kurt.

The next day in Glee, Mr. Shuester announced that Kurt and Rachel would be auditioning for the Wicked solo.

"What!" screeched Rachel.

"I don't understand," said Kurt. "You didn't even give me a chance yesterday - what changed?"

Mr. Shuester looked embarrassed. He cleared his throat. "Mr. Hummel came into the principal's office this morning." Everyone looked at Quinn, who looked confused. "He insisted that I was being…unfair, and that I couldn't discriminate against you, Kurt, because of sexual orientation and that I should give you a chance at the solo, even though it's meant for a female artist."

"He threatened to sue, didn't he?" said Quinn in a dry tone.

"Yes, he did," said Mr. Shuester. "So, we're having a…diva off, I guess."

Kurt was completely touched by Burt's actions.

"I can't thank you enough, Burt," Kurt said that night. Quinn was in her room and Kurt had found Burt alone. "It means… a lot that you would stand up for me, even though I'm not really related to you."

"I would have done the same for Quinn," said Burt gruffly. "And your dad isn't being man enough right now, so I'm glad to do it."

"Thank you," said Kurt. He left the room before he started crying.

A few days later, Burt walked into the house with heavy footsteps, making Quinn jump in the living room and Kurt look up from his book with a curious expression. He slammed the refrigerator in the kitchen and walked into the living room, popping the top of a beer.

"What happened?" asked Quinn. She obviously knew there was something wrong.

Burt didn't answer for a long time. In fact, Quinn's TV show came to an end before he finally spoke.

"I got a call today. The anonymous kind."

"Oh," said Quinn, frowning.

"They said that…" Burt looked suddenly livid. "That my daughter was a whore and that the stray I was keeping is a fag."

Kurt dropped the book in his hands. It tumbled to the floor and Kurt's blood froze. Quinn looked stricken. Her eyes were already filling with tears and -

"I'm sorry," said Kurt, closing his eyes. "It's my fault - it's because I'm doing that song in Glee and -"

"Don't you apologize, kid," said Burt. "If anything, the jerk on the phone that called today should be. Not you. It's not your fault that people in this town are so closed minded they can see what's right in front of them."

Quinn went to her room soon after and Kurt knew she was going to be crying into her pillow. He allowed her five minuets, and then he followed.

In bed that night, Kurt decided to throw the note.

"Why didn't you get it?" asked Burt, frowning at Kurt across the dinner table. "Was it that Shuester again - I swear, I'm going to tear that school apart -"

"No," said Kurt quickly. "I threw the note. The high F."

"You threw - I got you that audition for a reason, Kurt," said Burt.

"I know," said Kurt, almost guiltily. "But…I didn't want any more calls. I don't want Quinn to feel threatened in her own home. I don't want you to be, either."

"But that solo meant so much to you, Kurt," said Quinn sadly. "And I heard you nail it time after time when you were practicing…"

"And that's enough, for now," said Kurt. "The truth is…you guys are more important than some solo."

The dinner continued in a comfortable silence.

"I told him."

Kurt looked up from his desk and at Quinn, who stood in the doorway of his room - he had finally started to refer to it as such, since he had been in the guest room for almost two months now.

"I told Finn that he wasn't the father," said Quinn, walking over and sitting on Kurt's bed. "He broke up with me, obviously." Quinn sighed. "He yelled. A lot."

"I'm sorry," said Kurt.

"But I didn't want him to find out from someone else. That would be…worse," said Quinn, her eyes filling with tears.

Kurt stood and snuggled with Quinn in the small twin bed. "Everyone is going to know tomorrow," said Quinn. "That Finn isn't the father. That Puck is."

"It will be rough," said Kurt, not lying. "But I'll be there, if you need me."

"I will," said Quinn.

"I'm proud of you, Quinn."

Quinn hugged him tighter.

The school did know the next day.

Finn didn't talk to Puck. He also tried to hit him, but was held back by a few of the other Glee members.

Then he quit.

They were a few days from Sectionals.

The next day, Mr. Shuester was suspended as their director, because he opened one of the stupid mattresses New Directions were given for doing the commercial for Mattress Land. He had left his wife that night and slept in his office because, get this, his wife wasn't pregnant.

"I feel like it's my fault," said Quinn the night before Sectionals. They had Jacob, a weird boy, taking Finn's place and Ms. Pillsberry as their stand in director tomorrow. "I was actually going to give her my baby. So she could cover up her lie."

"Oh Quinn," said Kurt sadly.

"I just don't want this," cried Quinn. "I don't want the responsibly. I though it was…it was the only way I wouldn't have to deal."

"There are other people looking to adopt, Quinn," said Kurt softly.

"Yeah," sniffled Quinn.

The next day, New Directions was devastated that the two other Glee clubs they were competing against had stolen their songs. Sue had leaked their set list.

Thankfully, Finn arrived with new sheet music. He still didn't forgive Quinn completely, and Puck even less. Rachel would open with a show stopping ballad (though Kurt knew that Mercedes' would have been amazing, if the other school hadn't stolen it). Finally, they would close with "Somebody to Love".

And amazingly, they won.

"I guess bad things will always happen," said Kurt later that night on the way home. "But things seem to work out in the end."

"Like with Glee today?" asked Quinn.

"With everything," sighed Kurt. "I mean, I thought my world had ended when my parents kicked me out…but really, I feel more at home with you and Burt than I ever did with my parents…it seemed to work out for the better," he said.

Quinn smiled at him and moved from his shoulder (she had been leaning up against him, trying to get comfortable on the bus ride home). She kissed his cheek once and laid back down. "I love you too, Kurt."

"Love you," he muttered, blushing.

TBC

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