Blaine's heart began to speed up as soon as the word 'parents' fell from Burt's lips. The world was slowing down and there was a freezing cold feeling settling over his entire body. The Hummel men kept talking, but he couldn't hear a word of it. All he could hear was the blood rushing to his head and his heartbeat in his ears. His stomach lurched and he stood quickly from the bed, stumbling to his and Kurt's bathroom. Once there, he fell to his knees in front of the toilet, lifted the seat, and emptied the contents of his stomach. He'd eaten a lot today, so it just kept coming up and it wouldn't stop. He felt disgusted and terrified all at the same time. Disgusted because he couldn't believe his parents are here. Terrified because… he couldn't believe his parents are here. He felt someone appear next to him and his spits, staying hovered over the toilet, tears glistening on his cheeks from both the awful retching he'd just done and the fact that his parents are here. A warm hand rubs his back and he sighs, spitting again, sniffling.

"You don't have to see them." Kurt says softly, rubbing his back comfortingly. "I promise. We'll get rid of them, tell them you're not here. We'll figure something out."

"No." Blaine croaks out hoarsely, swallowing hard and almost gagging from the taste in his mouth. "No, I-I want to see them."

"You threw up just because you heard they were here." He says quietly, his voice laced with concern. "I don't think you're quite ready for this, Blaine… you'll face them one day, but maybe right now isn't the best time. You have to think about our baby. Seeing them won't be good for you or her."

"I need to see them." He sits back on his ankles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I need to see them, Kurt. Our daughter will be fine, I'll be fine… I want to know what they want."

"What you want and what's good for you are two different things." Their eyes meet and Kurt sighs softly, reaching up and pushing some curls from his love's eyes. "But if you need to do this and you think you're ready… I can't stop you."

"I'll need you." Blaine says shakily, staring into his soft blue eyes. "I can't do this without you."

"You won't." He leans forward and places a tender kiss on his forehead. "Get cleaned up, brush your teeth, splash some water on your face... and we'll go down."

"Thank you, Kurt." He stands (with some help) and takes a deep breath. "Can I have a few minutes? Alone… please?"

"Of course." He smiles at him and reaches up, caressing his cheek sweetly. "I'll be right outside, my love."

Blaine watches Kurt exit the bathroom and as soon as he does, he grabs his toothbrush, beginning to scrub and clean his pearly whites as he stares at himself in the mirror. He was paler than usual with a little bit of sweat glistening on his forehead. After spitting and rinsing his mouth out, he takes a seat on the toilet and just tries to gather himself. He couldn't show them any weakness. He needs to be strong in front of them, show them (especially his father) that what happened didn't hurt him as badly as it actually did. Blaine looks down at his trembling hands in his lap and bites down on his bottom lip before slowly bringing his hand up to subconsciously rub his belly. Peanut was being unusually still this evening, which either meant that she was asleep or simply content inside of his warm womb.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"You okay in there?" Kurt asks softly.

"Y-yeah." Blaine stands up and pulls the door open, forcing a smile. "Yeah. I'm ready. Let's go."

"Are you sure you're ready to do this?" He asks sweetly, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together before pulling him out of the room, walking slowly. "Because you know you don't have to."

"I'm sure." He gives his hand a firm squeeze and looks over at him as they begin to walk down the steps, taking it one at a time. "Just… don't leave me, okay?"

"I wouldn't dream of it." He smiles over at him.

As soon as Kurt smiles at him, a wave of relief washes over him, replacing that awful cold feeling from earlier, and he smiles back. At least he knew for sure that one person wanted him around, would be sad if something were to ever happen to him. As if not wanting to be forgotten, Peanut gives his tummy a soft nudge and he sighs. Two people who cared about him. They came nearer and nearer to the front door and the anxiety begins to trickle in when he hears his father's voice. From the sound of it, he was in a heated argument with one Burt Hummel. Kurt tugs his hand and Blaine takes a sharp breath when he finally sees them. They were standing in the hallway in front of the door, both of the men's faces looking flushed. Carole and Blaine's mother, Malaya, were standing to the side, looking weary.

Malaya was the first to see Blaine, her eyes going wide when they raked over his large, swollen stomach. She knew he was pregnant, but this was finally a confirmation. Blaine meets her eyes and smiles sadly, stopping in front of the group while gripping Kurt's hand tightly. Everyone stopped talking and immediately turned their attention to the two boys, but Blaine's eyes never left his mother's. Being full Filipino, she was very short, tan skin, curly dark hair and eyes. Blaine got most of his looks from her, thank God. Her name meant 'free', which was sort of ironic because she was everything but that ever since she married Jack Anderson. The look in her eyes went from shocked to sad slowly as she stares into her son's eyes. Blaine tilts his head a little at her when she takes a hesitant step forward, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Everyone was staring at them in silence, and he actually thought his mother might hug him, that is… until his father's booming voice broke through the wall.

"Malaya, don't you even think about reconciling with this disgrace." Jack ordered and Blaine watched fear flicker in her eyes. "Get away from him. He's disgusting."

"Jack, he's our son." Malaya whispers helplessly with her slight Filipino accent, not taking her eyes from Blaine's, "He's our son."

"Not anymore he isn't."

Blaine took this time to actually look at his mom. She looked so scared, so filled with sadness and even a little anger that it made him regret everything bad he ever thought about her. She was just as scared as he was… she just never had the chance to run away. His eyes trail over her face and he catches sight of a fading bruise above her left eyebrow. He must have hit her. He swallows hard and meets her eyes again before making his way to look at his dad. As soon as he looks at him, he crumbles under his gaze. He felt his stomach lurch again, but he swallows the bile forming in his throat and straightens his shoulders, speaking firmly.

"Why are you here?" Blaine asks calmly, staring at his father. "If I'm not your son anymore, why are you here?"

"We're not horrible people, Blaine, we came to bring you your awful car." Jack says. "It is yours after all."

"I packed some more of your clothes too." Malaya says, taking a step toward him. "Photos, journals, your allergy medicine, contacts…" She picks up the two suitcases and walks over, setting them in front of him.

"Thanks, mom…" He smiles at her comfortingly.

"Mal." Jack warns, glaring at his wife and apparently ex-son.

"Jack, you're taking me away from my son and my grandchild! At least let me say goodbye!" She shouts at him in a surge of courage before turning back to Blaine, reaching down and taking the soft, mint green blanket that was setting on top of one of the suitcases. "I-I made this." She swallows hard and glances at Kurt before meeting her son's eyes again. "It's for the baby. I didn't know what you were having… I thought… I thought green would be a nice neutral color though."

"Oh…" Tears fill his eyes as he gently takes the soft cotton blanket from her hands, running his fingers along the fabric. "Mom… mom, it's wonderful. Thank you."

"Blaine…" She whispers, reaching up to caress his cheek much like Kurt had done earlier, dropping her voice low so no one but he and Kurt could hear her. "I am so sorry."

"I know." He whispers back, tears filling his eyes as he leans into her hand, closing his eyes. "I am too."

"I love you… so very much, mi belleza…"

Blaine smiles and opens his eyes, looking at his mom with nothing but pure love in his eyes. "Te amo demasiado, mamá."

Malaya smiles and, despite her husband's protests, leans up and hugs her son as tight as she can. Blaine simply closes his eyes tightly and wraps his arms around her waist, hugging back even tighter, pressing her as close as humanly possible. He didn't ever want to let go, but unfortunately Jack steps in and ruins the moment just like he ruins everything else, but not before giving Malaya the chance to whisper something else to Blaine in Spanish… something that made his smile grow even more.

"That's enough." He glares deeply at them. "We're leaving."

Ten minutes later, Blaine was sitting at the kitchen table with the blanket in his hands, holding it to his belly and stroking it softly while everyone around him sat silently. He looks up and around the room, to Kurt deep in thought, to an angry looking Burt, to Carole in the kitchen making tea, looking distraught. Blaine smiles at all of them even though none of them were looking at him, his mother's words replaying over and over in his head. He was so incredibly… happy. For the first time in a very long time he was finally at ease. He felt like he could finally breathe again. He got his closure.

"You know, we should play Life." Blaine muses, leaning back in his chair, holding the blanket close. "I'm not tired anymore and definitely in the mood for an intense board game."

"Uh." Kurt looks up at him for a moment, frowning. "Maybe we should go to bed… you're not thinking rationally."

"I almost punched the guy." Burt mutters angrily. "He had the nerve to show up to my house after what he did to Blaine and walk in like he owned the place! I almost lost it! We should sue that fu-"

"Hey, she's awake and can hear you, no bad language." Blaine speaks up, covering his belly with the blanket. "Besides, I don't really want to talk about my dad."

"You have to talk about it sometime, Blaine." The countertenor reaches over and takes his hand, the frown never leaving his face. "You can talk to me if you're upset…"

"Kurt!" He laughs and squeezes his hand. "I'm not upset! I'm fine!" He pushes himself up out of the chair and grins at everyone. "Someone go get Finn! We're all gonna play Life! No excuses!"

"You've had a long day and it's late, sweetie." Carole says from the kitchen. "Maybe you should just go on up to bed… get some sleep."

"Okay, guys, seriously." He looks at everyone, smiling. "I'm okay. I promise. I don't care about what my dad thinks or does, I'm going to move on… I got my car back! My mom doesn't hate me! If you ask me, this night went pretty well!" He laughs a little and smiles down at Kurt who was staring up at him, not looking convinced. "I can't tell you it was easy, and I'm a little upset, but let's not dwell on that, huh?" He reaches out his hand for his boyfriend.

Kurt takes it softly and slowly stands up, smiling at him slightly. "If you're sure…"

"Great! Go get Finn!"

"What about Finn?" Says the giant as he drags his feet into the room, beginning to rummage through the refrigerator.

"We're gonna play Life!" Blaine announces excitedly. "So hurry up!"

"So, wait." He pops his head up and looks at his brother and his boyfriend. "If you're gay, does that mean you have two blue little people when you get married?"

A/N: Review and let me know what you think(: And I'd still love some name suggestions for our little Peanut! The ones you guys have given me so far are amazing!