I'm so glad you all are enjoying the story :D I'll be alternating between POV's throughout the story. So last chapter was in Blaine's, and this chapter will be in Kurt's, and so on! Enjoy!

Not only did Kurt freak out, but he was actually kind of happy. The thought of a little life growing inside of the man he loved filled him with so much joy and excitement that it was almost too much to bear. Not to mention it was a life that they created together. Not many gay couples can have a child that is both biologically theirs. He didn't care that they were young, really. Kurt loves Blaine, and no matter what, he would be by his side through everything. Sure, it was probably going to be really hard to go to school andhave a baby to take care of, but Blaine means more to him than high school, and even Broadway for that matter. Wait. Did he really just think that? Yeah. He did. And he meant it. Kurt smiles to himself and looks down at his sleeping boyfriend, gently running his fingers through his loose curls. He was so glad Blaine had agreed to Kurt's 'no gel on Saturday' rule. He loved it when it was free and curly and so, so soft. That gunk was going ruin his hair one of these days, and when he starts going bald, Kurt said not to come crying to him!

Anyway, after many whiny pleas to his father, Kurt got him to allow Blaine over for Hummel-Hudson movie night with the boys. It was something they did once a month on a Saturday night. They began with his dad and Finn's pick... A Lord of the Rings marathon. Blaine didn't seem to mind so much, but Kurt did. He despised these kinds of movies. At some point Blaine's head had ended up in Kurt's lap and the rest of his body sprawled out on the remainder of the couch. Around the middle of the last movie he'd fallen asleep, and now they were alone in the living room while Kurt plays with his hair and watches West Side Story for the trillionth time. The other boys decided that justas Kurt announced his pick, they were 'too tired' to watch it and went to bed. He could hear Finn's Black Ops game and him yelling at Puckerman to shoot something or other over Xbox Live. He rolls his eyes and keeps twirling Blaine's curls in his fingers. Burt warned Kurt just before he went to bed to not try anything funny and that he'd be upstairs; he said he has ears like a hawk and if he hears anything, he's coming straight down.

"Hmm..." Blaine hums softly, shifting slightly as his sleepy eyes flutter open. He turns to lie on his back and gazes up at Kurt, furrowing his brow confusedly.

"What?" Kurt asks with a quiet chuckle.

He clears his throat and licks his lips, "Where is everybody?" He glances at the TV and sighs, "Awe, did I fall asleep? Wh-what happened to Frodo? Did they make it?"

He laughs, "Yes, baby, they made it."

"Oh, good." He looks back up at him and smiles, his voice still a bit raspy from sleep, "It's late. I should probably get home."

"Aren't your parents away on some business thing in LA?" Kurt asks softly, "Why don't you stay the night? My dad won't mind. He knows we won't do anything... With him in the house."

Blaine laughs at that and slowly sits up, "Yeah, yeah. I'd love to stay." He looks at him, "Are my clothes still here?"

"Yep!" He grins and stands up, shutting off the TV, "Come on, gorgeous! Off to bed with you!"

Blaine stands quickly, too quickly, and gets a sudden head rush, causing him to sway slightly, "Oh..."

"Sweetie?" Kurt places his hands on his arms, keeping him still, "Blaine, are you alright?"

"Yeah." He says with a nod, swallowing hard, "I just stood up too fast. The baby makes me dizzy sometimes, it's okay. Don't worry about it."

"Telling me not to worry is like telling a train to stop when its brakes have been ripped out." He holds Blaine's hand tightly as they walk upstairs, "No matter how much you tellit to stop, the train is still going to keep moving, Blaine."

He rolls his eyes as they walk into Kurt's room, "Yeah, well... Usually at that point Spiderman comes along and stops it."

Kurt purses his lips and closes the door, getting undressed, "So what was that? Your way of saying that you're Spiderman?"

"No." Blaine says, pulling off his shirt, "That was my way of saying if you don't stop worrying so much, I'm going to have to punch you… because really, it's getting kind of ridiculous."

He pauses and looks at his boyfriend, slowly tugging on his pajama bottoms, "Wait a second. I thought this was a playful banter, not an argument."

"Whatever." Blaine shrugs, pulling back the comforter on his usual side of the bed after he was all dressed in his night clothes, "It's all fun and games to you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Questions the older boy, a twinge of anger in his voice, "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep now." He gets into bed and burrows under the blankets.

Kurt scoffs at him and rolls his eyes, marching to his bathroom to angrily begin his nightly skin routine. With all the stress lately, he needed to be extra sure he did his routine. He didn't want wrinkles. Horrified, he shakes his head and continues. Blaine has been almost unbearable for the past two weeks. His moods have been up and down. One moment he's happy and laughing, then the next he's angry, or ever worse, crying. Kurt assumes it's mostly the pregnancy, but he knows there's something more that's bothering his love. One he's finished, he looks in the mirror and frowns when he hears sniffling coming from the bedroom. The part he hates the most is when Blaine cries. Hormones only amplify a feeling you already have, and the fact that his love is upset about something and won't talk about it, makes him upset. Slowly, Kurt shuffles to bed and turns off the light, crawling under the comforter and sheets to snake his arm around his boyfriend's waist, tugging him back into his chest. He wished that their bare skin could touch like it normally would, but Burt forces them to sleep in clothes when Blaine stays the night. He said sleeping in boxers together would be like being naked, even though to them, it's not even close.

"Please don't touch me." Blaine says quietly, pushing his arm off, "I'm not in the mood f-for spooning."

Kurt stares at his back that's turned to him, glaring at it, "Fine." He snaps, rolling over so that his back was now facing Blaine as well, "Sorry for trying to comfort you! God forbid!"

"You don't believe in God." Blaine points out, his voice still thick with tears.

"It was a figure of speech, smart ass."

"Now we're name-calling?"

"No. I'm stating the obvious."

"Now who's being a smart ass, hmm?"

"Still you, Blaine."

"Pretty sure it's you, Kurt."

A tense, uncomfortable silence washes over the two boys. Kurt has always hated the post-fight silence. It is probably one of the worst kinds of silence you could ever experience. Neither of you really know what to say to make it better, but you want to. You want it to be better and everything to be okay, but it was just so damn hard to cut through the thickness of the air when this type of silence ensues.

"I love you." Kurt says softly after a moment, frowning.

"Yeah." Blaine closes his eyes, "I love you too."

The next morning, Kurt wakes up and rolls over to find an empty bed next to him. With a frown, he slowly sits up in bed, looking out the window at the dim light. It couldn't be past seven thirty in the morning. Suddenly, he hears the wretched sounds of heaving coming from his bathroom. When he enters a few moments later, Blaine is there sitting on the floor in front of the toilet, looking as though he'd been run over by a truck. He frowns and kneels down next to him, gently pushing back some of his curls before standing again, grabbing a cup and filling it with water. Kurt winces when Blaine leans over to throw up again, but he sets the cup down, getting on his knees next to him to gently rub his back anyway. It didn't matter how uncomfortable vomit made him. Blaine needed some help right now, and Kurt would do anything that might make him feel better. When he finishes, he hands him the cup and watches as he drinks it, a worried crease settled on his forehead as he rubs his back in slow circles.

"What did I tell you about worrying?" Blaine asks, clearing his throat, "This is normal. It's totally normal and you're worrying for nothing."

Kurt rolls his eyes, "Would you just stop it with that already? I know you don't like it when I worry, but it's too damn bad! I'm going to worry about you every single day for the rest of my life, whether I should or not. So get used to it!" He stands up, "Your toothbrush is in the cabinet. I'll be in the bedroom if you need me."

Kurt walks out and crawls back into bed, picking up the latest issue of Vogue to flip through it aimlessly. Fashion usually made him forget about anything, but not when it came to that impossible man in his bathroom. Blaine is so frustrating sometimes! It makes Kurt want to pull his hair out. Kurt ignores him when he walks back out and crawls into bed, he ignores him when he wraps his arms around him, and he definitely ignores him when he tries to pull him closer, because there was no way in hell trying to cuddle would make everything better. Not this time.

"Nope." Kurt says, trying not to smile as he keeps his eyes on the models in the magazine, "Nope, don't even think about it. I'm mad at you. Blaine, I'm seri-" He squeaks and laughs, closing the magazine when he starts poking his stomach, "Stop that."

"Then look at me." Kurt looks at him and Blaine smiles, "You're pretty great. You know that?"

"Yes." He says modestly, "I know."

Blaine smiles more and rolls his eyes, "I'm sorry, okay? I just... When you worry it freaks me out; it makes me think I should be worried too when I know there's really no need to be."

Kurt sets the magazine aside and wraps his arms around his boyfriend, kissing his forehead as he draws him in close, "So let's make a deal... I'll work on my worrying, and you work on telling me the truth."

"When do I not tell you the truth?" He pouts cutely, "I don't lie to you."

"I'll rephrase then." Kurt grins, pressing a soft kiss to his boyfriend's pouty, mint-tasting lips, "You can work on not lying to me about something when you don't want me to worry."

Blaine smiles sweetly, "Oh… okay, well I can see how… how you think I do that."

He laughs and presses their foreheads together, "Oh I know you do that, Mr. Anderson!"

He chuckles and stares into his eyes for a moment, cupping his cheek and lightly running his thumb over his bottom lip as he speaks, "I'm scared that your dad and Carole won't want you to see me again… after they find out about the baby, I mean. I'm afraid that they'll think I'm a freak and won't accept it, think I'm lying or something an-and…" He sighs and looks down, tears filling his eyes, "I'm just really scared, Kurt."

"Honey, that won't happen..." Kurt frowns at him and tilts his chin up, wiping his tears, "Blaine, they love you, they love me. They'll help. I mean I'm sure my dad will tell us that we're stupid and irresponsible or something, but they'll help. They won't think you're lying, and they definitely won't think you're a freak, sweetie. That I know for sure."

"What about my parents?" He questions, searching his eyes, desperately looking for some long needed comfort, "They'll kick me out for sure. Or give me an ultimatum that will lead to me movingout. What will I do then?"

"Then you'll move in here with me." He smiles, "We've got almost everything figured out, baby. Relax. Now who's worrying too much, hmm?"

"Still you, Kurt." He teases with a small smile.

"Pretty sure it's you, Blaine." He grins.

"I love you." Blaine says softly with a smile, leaning up slightly.

"Yeah." Kurt sighs softly and smiles lovingly, "I love you too."

And so, he leans down, closing the space between their lips in a soft and gentle kiss.