Blaine sits in the back of his world history class, pretending to listen as the teacher drones on and on about the Trojan War. He rolls his eyes when one of the hockey guys makes a joke about, you guessed it ladies and gentlemen, condoms. Of course everyone laughed (because it was just so funny), except for Blaine and Finn, who of which was only in this class because he failed miserably last year. He simply rubs his belly and silently apologizes to his daughter for subjecting her to such idiocy before she was even born, then apologizes again in case she was actually a boy. He and Kurt haven't officially found out, but they both want a girl so bad that they think referring to the baby as 'her' and 'she' will somehow make his body form a vagina instead of a penis. Which is highly unlikely, but it's easier than saying 'he or she' all the time and a lot nicer than saying 'it'. When the bell rings, Blaine slowly stands and gathers his things, making his way out of the room. Not before he's slammed into by one of the puck-heads, sending all of his things to the floor and a pain shooting through his arm.
"Get out of my way, faggot." The guy curses and bumps into him again, walking out of the class without looking back.
Tears fill his eyes, but he bites them back and takes a deep breath, speaking softly to himself, "It's okay, Blaine. It's okay. Just ignore it an-and…"
"You okay?" Finn asks softly as he walks over, picking up his things for him, "I swear, we'll get those guys, Blaine. If you feel like you're not safe, me and Puck can-"
"Thanks, Finn." He smiles and takes his stuff, "But don't worry about it, okay? I don't want to give them any other reason to hate me."
"They shouldn't be treating you like that. Or Kurt." He shakes his head and looks out the doorway, glaring at the hockey guys, "I swear, if they do something and it hurts you or my niece, I'll k-"
"That's sweet." Blaine smiles and Finn looks at him again, "We'll be fine though. I promise."
He sighs and smiles, "Just tell me if I need to kick butt, okay?"
He laughs, "Will do."
"Here, let me walk you to Glee."
They walk to Glee together and once inside the choir room, Blaine relaxes and smiles at everyone. This was the only place in the entire school that he felt safe, but he would never tell anyone else that, especially Finn or Kurt. Blaine dreams about going back to Dalton all the time. He was accepted there, he could be who he wanted to be without the fear of being beaten up or having a slushy thrown in his face. Blaine looks up on the risers and smiles at Kurt who was sitting in his usual spot, looking at his nails as he unknowingly bobs his head to the music that is no doubt playing in his head. His smile only widens. That guy right there was the reason he puts up with all the crap he gets at McKinley, because at the end of the day the hateful words and pointless shoves don't matter. At the end of the day that boy would be there to make it all better, the boy he was going to love for the rest of his life.
"Hey." Kurt says with a smile as he pulls himself out of his own little world when Blaine sits down next to him, "How was world history? Boring, right? I took it last year and fell asleep almost every-"
"I love you." Blaine interrupts with a bright smile, "I love you so much. You know that? You're so stubborn and demanding and bossy and annoyingly sarcastic… but I love you anyway. Wanna know why?"
He blinks and stares at him for a moment, surprised, "I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended…"
He just keeps grinning, going on as if the countertenor hadn't said a word, "I love you because you're Kurt! You're my Kurt and I love you even though sometimes I just want to superglue your mouth shut!"
Kurt's jaw drops, "You what? Okay, yeah. Definitely offended."
"Alright, class! Time to think of some songs for regionals! I was thinking something along the lines of…"
Blaine zones out as soon Mr. Schue started to talk, unable to pay close attention to anything. He looks around the choir room and just keeps smiling, a hand resting on his baby bump as he does. For some reason he was feeling super happy, despite what happened earlier in world history. Maybe it was just those stupid hormones working their magic on him again, but even if it was just that, he kind of loved it. Blaine hasn't felt this great in a very long time. He takes a deep breath and looks down at his hand on his tummy, smiling brightly. He was going to tell them. They had a right to know. The kids of New Directions were his family, granted a very dysfunctional, argumentative family, but still family. They would accept him and little Peanut just like Finn has. Blaine raises his hand out of nowhere and Mr. Schue instantly stops talking, raising his eyebrows as he gestures to him.
"Yes, Blaine? Do you have a question?" Mr. Schue asks.
"No, I-I have an announcement to make." Blaine feels Kurt's hand on his arm and he looks over at him, meeting his boyfriend's eyes for only a moment before looking around the room, "Kurt and I have an announcement to make."
"Blaine, honey, are you sure?" Kurt swallows hard and licks his lips, "Are you thinking straight?"
"I want to." He says, taking his hand, "I need to. We need to."
"Would you just spit it out already?" Santana demands with a roll of her eyes, "If I have to look at his hideous shirt for one more second I think I might puke."
Kurt gasps, "This shirt is-"
"I'm pregnant." The room goes deathly silent and he looks around at everyone slowly, "Like everyone hasn't noticed I've been… expanding…"
"Oh we have." Tina pipes in, smiling, "We just didn't want to say anything. Pregnancy wasn't our first thought when you started expanding."
"Yeah, I just thought you were getting fat." Puck adds with a shrugs, earning a slap from Finn, "Ow."
"Are you kidding?" Rachel says, her eyes wide, "That baby is going to be a Broadway progeny!"
Brittney looks at Santana, confused, "I didn't know Blaine was a unicorn too."
Blaine laughs and smiles at everyone, "So you're okay with it?"
"Why wouldn't we be?" Quinn asks, shrugging, "It doesn't change anything."
"Yeah, Blaine. You're one of us now." Artie adds.
"Except that those puck-heads might have a problem with it." Mike chimes in.
"This is precisely why I wanted to tell you sooner." Kurt speaks up, lacing his fingers through Blaine's, "I don't want Blaine or our baby getting hurt just because one of those guys shoves him or something. I want him and Peanut to be safe."
"Blaine's having a peanut?" Brittany questions, her eyes wide as she scoots away from him, "I'm allergic to peanuts."
Blaine grins, "No, Brittany. It's just a nickname for the b-"
Finn interrupts him, "I asked him if he needed us to do some ass kicking, but he said no."
"I said I don't like violence."
"Well the rest of us don't have a problem with it." Santana says, flicking her hair back, "They lay a hand on you and I'm gonna go all Lima Heights."
Blaine just watches everyone, a smile on his face. He doesn't even care that they're talking about potentially beating someone up. He really hasn't felt more loved than in this moment right now. Everyone was defending him, plotting ways to protect him. Blaine looks at his boyfriend and smiles more, biting his bottom lip. Kurt was so passionate about everything he stood up for, and there people, their friends… they were helping him to that. They were standing up with him to make a difference. Tears fill his eyes and he sniffles, looking down at their hands that were laced together, gently beginning to play with his fingers. He was just so… so happy. Not only that he was accepted, but that everyone wanted to keep him safe. This was something he didn't have at his other public school. No one cared when he got beat up or shoved or called names. No one got angry and actually wanted to hurt the people hurting him. Although he doesn't believe in violence, he certainly didn't have a problem with being stood up for.
"I think he's crying." Tina informs.
"Are you okay, Blaine?" Rachel asks with a frown.
Blaine looks up, licking his lip, "Hmm?" He sits up, wiping his cheeks, "Oh, yeah! Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Mr. Schue finally speak up, "Do you feel alright?"
"I feel perfect." He nods, smiling to hold back more tears, "I'm just… really happy."
"Oh no." Puck says, his face scrunching up, "Don't say it."
"I just feel really accepted here an-and…" He can't hold it back, "I love you guys!"
Kurt came over after school that day, and after a long chat with his parents who came home early from whatever business trip they were on, they actually allowed him to come up to his room. Now, sitting on the bed with their books open in front of them, Blaine glances up and smiles at his boyfriend. Kurt had removed his layers and it left him in only a powder blue button up and a dark blue bow tie with his white skinny jeans. His hair was styled perfectly and his brow was pulled together in concentration as he stares at his pre-calculus text book. Everything about him was enchanting. Blaine lets his eyes roam and move along his body, from his chest to his muscular arms… his skin was so soft and warm, despite the fact that it was as white as snow. When Kurt looks up at him and smiles, Blaine instantly smiles back, not embarrassed at all that he'd been caught staring. As much as Kurt likes to deny it, he loves to be stared at, and Blaine knows it. Even if it's because he was wearing some crazy, flamboyant outfit and people looked at him as a stereotypical gay kid in high school. He always says any kind of attention is good attention. Which isn't necessarily true, but Blaine doesn't want to think about that right now.
"Why are you staring at me?" Kurt questions softly, smiling.
"Because I love you and I think you're the most gorgeous person I've seen in my life."
"That reminds me." He grins and closes his book, crawling up to hover slightly over Blaine, "What was with you in Glee today? You kept going on and on about how much you love me…"
He chuckles softly and scoots down, lying on his back as he looks up at his boyfriend, "I'm just in a really good mood today, that's all."
Kurt smiles and gently straddles his waist, leaning down to rest their foreheads together, "And why is that?"
"I don't really know." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, putting his hands on his hips, "Today is just a good day. I feel great, I feel like I look great. Despite this horrible baggy shirt."
"You always look great." Kurt says softly, beginning to place kisses along his boyfriend's jaw.
"Mm…" Blaine smiles and rubs his sides, letting out a breath, "Wha-what are you doing?"
"Kissing my boyfriend." He mumbles against his warm skin, bringing his lips to his neck, "Does my boyfriend have a problem with this?"
"Not… not at all, no." He bites his lip and swallows hard, wrapping his arms around his waist, "But my p-parents would if they saw us… so you… you should stop, Kurt. I'm surprised they even let you come up here with me."
"Where's the fun in that?" He whispers, pressing his lips firmly against his.
Blaine can't help but smile against his boyfriend's warm lips, running his hands along his back. He parts his lips and takes Kurt's bottom lip in his, nibbling on it softly. After everything that had happened, this was one of the best ways to end today. After an hour and a half of just kissing and rolling around in bed (all clothes on), Kurt goes home with swollen lips, numerous hickeys, a wrinkled shirt, and very messy hair. Blaine walks him out and pecks his lips softly before watching him pull out of the long driveway and head home. When he walks back inside, he's confronted by his very angry father.
"We need to talk, son."