Whenever they sing, this is Kurt and this is Blaine in case you don't catch that.

He was back at his house. He could almost feel his father's fists colliding with his skin and the hard wall being shoved against his back over and over again while terrible, hateful words were being screamed in his face. He felt so scared, so alone. He could hear his mother crying and making pitiful attempts to stop her husband, but it was no use. He kept going, hitting him and shoving him. The only thing on Blaine's mind though, was the tiny life growing inside of him, how he needed to protect her no matter what. He kept his arms wrapped around his abdomen so none of the blows would harm the little baby; the life he and the man he loves created together. If only his father knew, maybe he would stop… maybe he would stop and just leave him alone. So he shouted the truth loud and clear, desperately even. Blaine could feel himself being shaken awake by soft, warm hands… but he couldn't open his eyes. He just kept crying out. Stop it, you'll hurt her… I'm pregnant, stop… stop, please…

"Blaine!" Kurt yells, cupping his boyfriend's face in his hands, his voice trembling and uncertain.

Blaine opens his eyes with a loud gasp and his hands fly to Kurt's shirt, gripping it, "Peanut… my dad… I need to…"

"No, you're safe." He says quietly, stroking his curls, "Sweetheart, you're at my house. You and Peanut are just fine, I promise. Just take a deep breath, okay? Relax…"

"K-Kurt…" Tears fill his eyes and he takes a shaky breath, his fists loosening his grip on his shirt, "Oh. I'm… I'm sorry." He swallows hard and his eyes slowly travel to the door where a worried Burt Hummel was standing, being joined by and equally worried Finn, "I'm sorry."

"No, don't you dare be sorry about anything." Kurt lies down and carefully scoots closer to his boyfriend, looking at his dad and step-brother, "We're okay, guys. You can go. I've got this."

"Alright, just yell if you need anything." Burt says softly, tugging Finn off after closing the door.

"D-did I wake them up?" Blaine asks, licking his lips with a wince when he hits the cut, "Ow."

"No, we were just talking downstairs and Finn was probably playing video games." Kurt frowns and brushes his fingertips over his bruising jaw, "Baby, you should let me clean you up."

"I don't want to move." He scoots closer, snuggling into his chest, "I wish you could hold me."

"Me too." He frowns and takes a deep breath, gently wrapping an arm around his waist, careful not to touch his back, "I will soon. I'll hold you forever."

"Mm…" Blaine looks up at him, meeting his eyes, "I can't wait."

Kurt smiles softly and leans down, softly kissing the side of his mouth that wasn't hurt, "Do you want to talk about your dream or is it too soon?" He gently strokes his hair, twirling a few curls around his fingers.

"Too soon." He mumbles, closing his eyes, "Kiss me again."

"As you wish." He chuckles softly and leans down, kissing him again softly.

Blaine sighs and kisses back slightly, thinking that it felt a little weird because he was only kissing one side of his mouth. It felt good though. Kissing Kurt always made him feel better; it made him feel wanted and loved, which is really what he needed right now. As if reading his mind, the smaller boy smiles against his mouth and softly scoots closer, pressing their bodies together. This made Blaine feel much better, maybe not healed, but much, much better. He reaches up and rests his hand on his jaw, stroking the soft skin beneath it. Nothing could disrupt Kurt's skin routine. Blaine didn't mind though… his skin was always soft and smelled like candy. Like gummy bears. Oh. He was so hungry. He pulls back from the kiss and scrunches up his nose cutely.

"What?" Kurt chuckles with a smile, "Why are you making that face?"

"You smell good and it's making me hungry." He shakes his head, "That's really weird."

"Well I'm taking it as a compliment." He teases and kisses the tip of his nose, "I could fix you something to eat if you want. Or you could have some leftovers from dinner? We had Fettuccine Alfredo. I mean the healthy rendition of course, but it tastes the same as the other one."

"I'd love that. It sounds amazing." Blaine smiles softly.

"Great." Kurt grins and pulls away, standing up, "I'll be right back."

"Wait." He pouts a little, "Now I'm cold. Come back. I'm not hungry anymore."

"Oh goodness." He smiles and leans down, pecking his lips tenderly, "I'll be right back, cutie. Don't miss me too much, okay?" He chuckles and turns, walking out.

"My heart breaks with every step you take away from me!" He calls dramatically with a smile when he hears Kurt's laugh, "I LOVE YOU!"

"I LOVE YOU TOO!" He shakes his head and smiles, jumping down the steps to the kitchen, beginning to hum to at first, then beginning to sing, "… you'll think it's strange… when I try to explain how I feel."

Blaine closes his eyes and smiles, able to hear him; he sings along, "That I still need your love after all that I've done… you won't believe me…"

He skips ahead, singing loudly, "Don't cry for me Argentina, the truth is I never left you."

"All through my wild days, my mad existence."

Kurt furrows his brow, hearing someone else singing, "I kept my promise…"

"Don't keep your distance…" He smiles at the confusion in Kurt's voice, speaking softly to himself, "He's so cute."

Just like that, he feels it; a soft flutter in his abdomen. Blaine sits up quickly and puts his hands on his stomach, ignoring the pain in his back that this motion caused him. He keeps his hands there, his eyes slightly wide. He wasn't really sure what it was, but… was it the baby? Taking a deep breath, he shakes his head and relaxes, closing his eyes. Kurt was still singing. Blaine sinks down into the pillows and opens his eyes again, listening to his boyfriend sing in his perfect countertenor voice. He opens his eyes when Kurt's voice was in the room and smiles at him. Yeah, that food definitely smelled good now. Then he feels it again, and this time he knows his not imagining it.

"Kurt…" Blaine says softly, keeping his hands on his stomach.

"Hmm?" Kurt smiles and sets the bowl on the bedside table, looking at him, "What is it?"

"I think the baby's moving." He swallows hard, looking down at his big eighteen week pregnant tummy, "I think she's moving around in there."

His eyes widen and he puts his hand on his stomach, scooting closer, "Are you sure? I don't feel anything…"

He looks up into his boyfriend's disappointed eyes and smiles, "It isn't a lot. It's just a little flutter. You wouldn't be able to feel it unless you were me anyway."

"Oh." Kurt sighs and rubs his stomach soothingly, smiling at it, "Well I'm sure I'll be able to feel it soon, right? I hope so…"

"Patience is a virtue." Blaine grins and reaches over, grabbing the bowl, "Gosh, I'm starving."

"I'm sure." He chuckles and crawls into bed with him, sitting down next to him, "Are you feeling better? You're sitting up okay."

"I'm good, yeah." He takes a big bite and starts to chew, being sure to swallow before speaking again, "I've always loved your fluffy pillows. They help a lot."

"Thanks for not talking with your mouth full." He teases, reaching over to lovingly rub his belly, "Wow, you're getting big…"

Blaine scoffs, "Gee, thanks. That's not insulting at all."

"No, I mean… she's growing." He smiles, "I think you look great."

"It doesn't mean I don't feel fat." He shoves another bite into his mouth and smiles.

He laughs and rolls his eyes, "Right."

Things were quiet after that. Blaine sat there, leaning against the pillows as he ate contently, letting Kurt rub his belly and do whatever he wanted. It was true, he was getting pretty big. He'd need to go shopping for some different clothes soon. Everything was getting too tight and uncomfortable. He frowns and licks his lips, careful of his cut. Blaine didn't have any of his own money left. He'd been saving it up for the holidays so he could get Kurt something that his own money bought and not his parents'. Tears fill his eyes as he thinks about the word. He didn't have any of those anymore, did he? He sighs and looks down at the food, shaking his head a little before setting it aside. When his boyfriend looks up at him curiously, he meets his eyes and, as if reading his mind, Kurt sighs and leans in, pressing their foreheads together. Blaine closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, accepting the comfort. Everything would be okay eventually.

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