Blaine smiles as he walks along the aisles at one of the baby stores in the mall, gently running his fingers over some random clothes, his other hand resting lightly on his belly. Kurt was off shopping at a different part of the store. They were using teamwork to get some baby shopping done today, and if he was being honest, Blaine knew he was getting a bit distracted. He's never been very good at power-shopping, plus the fact that he wanted to buy nearly everything in the baby girl section wasn't helping much either. Kurt was off getting the more important things like diapers and bottles and Blaine is here, waddling down an aisle full of little baby dresses. Most of them were adorable, but some were just too Rachel Berry for his liking. He pauses at a little baby cardigan and sighs gently, picking it up, his small smile widening even more.

"This is cute, huh?" Blaine says softly, holding it out a turning it softly, "What do you think, baby girl? Well… if you're anything like daddy Kurt, you'll hate it."

"Don't you dare think about getting that, Blaine Anderson." Kurt says as he walks over, pushing a cart full of diapers and bottles, along with bibs and baby socks, "It's hideous."

"No, it's cute." He turns and smiles at him, a hand on his belly, "It's a baby cardigan, Kurt! How could you not think this is adorable?"

"It is hot pink, Blaine!" He rolls his eyes and takes it from his hands, hanging it back up, "No. That's not going on our child. I refuse to let you do that to her."

"You'll be in New York most of the time anyway." He shrugs and turns, waddling slowly, his eyes traveling, "I'll come back and get it in a bigger size after you leave for college."

"I'll be coming back every few weeks, you know." Kurt says, following him with the cart, "I'm not going to miss our baby growing up just to go to stupid college."

Blaine stops walking and turns to look at him, offering a small, sad smile, "You can't afford to come back to Ohio every few weeks."

"I'll find a way."

Blaine shakes his head and turns his back to him, walking down the aisle again. They got his acceptance letter to NYU in the mail a few days ago after having coffee with Sebastian. Now it wasn't that Blaine is not happy for Kurt, because he completely is. But it was all becoming just too real now. He's having a baby, Kurt's going off to college after this summer, and then he'll be living with Burt and Carole until his senior year is over. Not to mention that his parents probably hate him… his father beat the crap out of him and his mother hasn't made any attempts to contact him at all since then. He's just now beginning to realize how screwed up his life really is. The only thing he really looks forward to every day is crawling into bed and going to sleep.

"What about this?" Kurt asks a moment later, holding up a cute little polka dotted dress, "It'd be good for summer, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess." Blaine sighs and stares at Kurt, tilting his head slightly in the way that he does whenever he's thinking about something too hard.

"Okay." He meets his eyes and smiles, tilting his head as well, "What's on your mind, boo?"

"We're going to have a baby." He says seriously, furrowing his brow, "We're going to ha-have a baby and you're going to college as soon as summer's up. I'm going to be here next year with a baby alone. I… I don't know how to be a parent, Kurt. How am I going to do this? How is this going to possibly work?"

"Hey…" He frowns and hangs the dress back up, walking over to rest his hands on his boyfriend's widening waist, "Blaine, you'll have my dad and Carole and you'll even have Tina! Tina's not graduating this year! You can get s-some quality t-t… oh, Blaine… please don't cry…"

"I c-can't help it!" He cries out, putting his face in his hands, his body trembling, "I'm so scared, Kurt!" He looks up at him, tears sliding down his cheeks, "I can't do this by myself! I ca-can't have a baby."

"You're right." He says softly, cupping his cheeks and wiping his tears away, "You can't… but we can."

"How do you know?" Blaine whispers, sniffling cutely, "How do you know that we'll even be able to make long distance work? How do you know that we'll even be able to afford a baby, Kurt?"

"Stop freaking yourself out." Kurt laughs a little and strokes his cheeks, staring into his eyes, "I believe in us more than anything in the world. We'll be able to make it work… and as for money… I have money saved up. I've been saving for an apartment in New York since I was six."

"What?" He furrows his brow again, staring at him, "Like, in a bank account?"

"Well, yeah." He smiles and kisses his nose, "My mom opened it up for me... It was practically my mom's dying wish. Make sure Kurt has money."

"How money have you saved up so far?" He asks quietly, leaning into his boyfriend a little.

"About four thousand." He shrugs and bites his lip, "My dad's put in most of it, but I put birthday money in there along with money from jobs. Did you know I was a dog-walker for an entire summer when I was thirteen? Made three hundred bucks."

"I did not know that!" He laughs a little and smiles, "Thanks… I needed that pep-talk."

"No problem." He winks and leans in, pecking his lips sweetly, "I'll be living on campus for the first year at NYU, so I'm going to leave the money to you and you can use it for- no, don't look at me like that. If I'm going to be all the way in New York you deserve to be taken care of while you finish school."

"I can't let you give me that much money." He frowns, "I'll get a job. The baby and I will be fine. Take the money to New York and get your apartment, Kurt."

"I'm fine with living on campus." He tilts his head and smiles at his boyfriend, "Stop it. I'm doing this for you. I already feel terrible about leaving, I…" He looks down at his belly between them and frowns, "We should probably get home."

"Okay." Blaine says softly, watching Kurt with concern, "I don't blame you for going, you know. I want you to go. New York is your dream, and our little Peanut and I will be right behind you."

"Let's not argue about this again, okay?" Kurt sighs weakly and pulls away from him, grabbing the polka dotted dress and tossing it into the cart, "Might as well get it."

Later that night, Blaine lies awake, unable to fall asleep again due to his recent nightmares. Not only were they about his father, but Kurt was there too, and so was his mother. The dream always started out really nice. He and Kurt were cuddling on the couch in front of the fireplace, listening to music and just talking, but then his dream-self always got an anxious, uneasy feeling. Blaine knew what was going to happen next before it actually happened. There's a knock on the door and Kurt gets up to answer it, no matter how much Blaine begs him to just stay with him, don't go. There's a soft gasp from his love, a loud bang, and a soft thump. Blaine gets up, his pregnant belly always bigger and bigger the more he had the nightmare, and he goes to the front door. Kurt is lying there on the floor in a pool of his own blood, crying and gasping for air. He was drowning in his own blood. Horrified, Blaine looks up to see who the attacker was. At first the face was covered, but then a voice spoke… cold, empty…

"You'll never escape me, Blaine." Mr. Anderson says coldly, lifting the gun and pointing it right at Blaine's stomach, "And this abomination won't live to breath its very first sin-filled breath."

There's another bang and Blaine always wakes up covered in sweat, his hands always protectively on his belly. Now, lying in bed Saturday night, he looks over at the digital clock on Kurt's bedside, frowning at the numbers he sees. It was nearly three in the morning and he hadn't gotten one moment of sleep. He turns his head the other way and looks at his peacefully sleeping boyfriend. He almost envied how easy he made sleeping look. Blaine shifts uncomfortably on the bed and a few seconds later, he shifts again. It wasn't just the nightmares keeping him awake; another factor was that he was pregnant and very uncomfortable in his own body. His back had been hurting him lately and it always got worse at night, plus sometimes his darling little Peanut just would not settle. She was always wiggling and kicking him in places he did not want to be kicked at three in the morning. Granted, eating candy or stealing a sip of Carole's coffee (she worked night shifts at the hospital) before bed probably wasn't the best idea.

"Mhmphh…" Kurt grumbles in his sleep and rolls over, mumbling, "Blainwhayado'n…? S'opmovinn…"

"Sorry, sorry." Blaine whispers softly, unable to manage a small smile. He's so adorable.

"Why are you awake?" He says hoarsely, much more awake now, but still groggy, "Dude, it's like, the middle of the night."

"Did you just call me 'dude', Kurt Hummel?" He asks, slightly amused as the sound of that word falling from his boyfriend's lips, "I can't believe you just said that. Where's a video camera when you need one?"

"Shuddup…" He mumbles and turns his back to him, "Go to sleep, Blaine Warbler."

"Kurt, don't go to sleep." He says softly, suddenly feeling really lonely, "Stay up with me until I fall asleep."

"But I'm tired, Blaine…" Despite his words, he rolls over to face his love and opens his eyes sleepily, looking at him curiously, "Have you gone to sleep yet?"

"No." He struggles, but finally turns on his side to face Kurt, "I can't sleep."

"Is it the nightmares?" He whispers hesitantly, reaching up to run his index finger down his bridge of Blaine's nose, tapping his nose when he reaches the end.

"Yeah, mostly, I think." Blaine breaths out and smiles when he taps his nose, "Stop that."

"Mostly?" Kurt drops his hands between them in the small space that was actually there, the other tucked away under his pillow, "What do you mean by 'mostly'?"

"Well it's kind of hard to sleep with an infant stabbing your kidney every three seconds." He chuckles and smiles, "And my back hurts a little. It's just had to get comfortable. I'll be fine though, don't worry." He knew it was stupid to say that, because Kurt would worry. That was just Kurt.

"I am going to worry." He protests, frowning, "You need to sleep sometime, Blaine."

"I sleep…"

"Not as much as you should be, you don't."

"Well, Dr. Hummel, what do you suppose I should do about that, hmm?" Blaine asks sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.

"Ooo, sassy Blaine is awake tonight. Lucky me." Kurt rolls his eyes as well, "Flip over to your other side, back facing me. I'll give you a back massage."

"Really? You're going to make me- fine. Fine. I'm going."

"I'm trying to help you, I don't need sass tonight." Once he was flipped over, Kurt presses his hands to his boyfriend's warm, bare back, beginning to massage it deeply, kneading his palms into the tense muscles, "I used to do this for my dad for money. Another reason why I've saved up so much."

"O-ohh…" Blaine moans out, fisting the sheets, "Oh, yes…"

"Baby, if you need a massage all you have to do is ask." He says softly, kissing his shoulder blade, "I'd be happy to do this for you more often."

"Shhhah… ahhh… lower, lower…" He grunts in pleasure and lets out a long breath, "I di-didn't want to bother you with stuff like this. It didn't s-seem… important. Oh God, right there… mmm…"

"Well it is important to me, honey." He presses his palms into his lower back and rubs in small circles, biting his lip, "So tell me when you need something like this."

"I will definitely let you know from now on." Blaine lets out a moan and arches his back a little, "Ohhh yes… I swear, if this pregnancy didn't make me so horny all the time, I'd think this was better than sex."

"Oh my God, you didn't just say that to me."

"This is really good… but the sex is really, really good."

"Don't even think about it, Blaine Anderson."

"I had to try."

A/N: So I'd been having a serious writer's block lately, and then it hit me at four in the morning and I wrote all of this in an hour. I'm so tired I think I'm about to die, but I want to get this out... so if there are any typos or errors I'll fix them later. Just let me know! It may not seen like much, but I think I covered quite a bit in this chapter... it's longer than the last one. I love to write them bantering...(**Edit: So apparently this didn't upload and people can't see it, so I reuploaded it. Hopefully it works!)