Two Steps Back

Disclaimer: I'm not RIB, so I don't own Glee or any of the characters. If I did, I'd be rich and probably not writing fanfiction! This fic will dive into MPREG, so I'll be using my go-to MPREG explanation like I did in When We're Older aka the Reddin gene. The gene is based on the Reddin character from the 1994 movie Junior. You should really watch it if you like mpreg. It's a good movie, I promise (I also don't have any rights to it either!) I also don't really own anything mentioned in this except for the crazy storyline so... I OWN NOTHING. The title is inspired by a Paula Abdul song called Opposites Attract by the way.

"Sup bro? Did you have the best birthday or what?"

Kurt looked up, eyes dark and angry as he stared across the way at Puck. The other teen was making his way underneath the bleachers, a shit-eating grin painted on his face as he slid in between Sheila and one of the other girls to get to Kurt and Quinn. He looked like the cat who got the canary, especially when he got up close to Kurt. He looked too pleased, too smug, and the expression on his face only pissed Kurt off further. Just moments before, Blaine came and ripped him a new one, angry and hurt over what had transpired the other night and while Kurt didn't blame him (he did leave Blaine alone after all), it still broke his heart to know that he broke Blaine's.

"So, man, how was it? Did you top or bottom?"

Silence.

"Oh c'mon. I know you tooted and booted, but honestly, was it that bad? I thought you wanted the new kid to put out-" His words were cut short when Kurt slammed his fist in Puckerman's jaw, the other boy stumbling backwards from the force of the blow. Stunned, he spit on the ground and reached up to cup his now aching mouth, blinking in shock at Kurt's furious face. "Dude, what the fuck was that all about?"

"Fuck you," was all Kurt spat before he stormed off, leaving the rest of the skanks to watch him leave. He didn't want to be there any longer and he needed some time alone, especially when the pained expression on Blaine's face from earlier continued to flash in his mind.

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"Morning bud. Ready for work?"

"As ready as I can be for as early as it is," Kurt mumbled, bringing his cup of hot coffee to his lips for a sip. The drink was still scalding, so he blew on it a bit before drinking, but once he had a mouthful down, it felt like heaven. He liked the burn, liked the way it felt against his tongue, so he gulped down a few more drinks, eyeing his dad over the cup as the older man went to pour himself a mug. "Is Finn working today?"

"Nah. Said he has plans with that Berry girl today. I guess they're dating now... or something. I dunno. Carole said something about it last night. I honestly thought something was gonna happen between them, but-" The rest of his words ended up falling on deaf ears. Kurt stopped listening after he heard him mention Rachel... because thinking about Rachel also meant thinking about Blaine.

It had been weeks since the night at Puck's party, now almost the end of June, and while Kurt kept himself busy working at his dad's garage, it still didn't mean that his mind wasn't on Blaine 24/7.

He missed his friend - hell, Blaine was his best friend; he missed his best friend. What happened at the party and afterward were huge mistakes. Kurt never wanted it to happen, not like that. Puck thought he had given Kurt some sort of birthday gift (because, unknown to everyone but Quinn and Puck, Kurt's birthday was the day before the party) but in all reality, what he had given Kurt was the worst present ever. Losing Blaine's friendship and trust was the ultimate worst... honestly. And there wasn't a day that went by where Kurt didn't miss him.

God, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that the feelings he had for Blaine were stronger than what he originally thought they were. He had only known the boy for a month at the time, but it felt like he was actually growing to care and love him... and it hurt to know that nothing would ever come of it thanks to Kurt's actions after they slept together.

I don't want to see you. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to hear about you. I don't want to know you. I'm done, okay? Done. Just stay out of my life.

Sighing, he took another sip of his coffee and leaned back against the kitchen counter, watching as his father popped a bagel in the toaster. The older man was acting a bit strange, hovering in the kitchen a little longer than necessary, occasionally shooting worried glances at Kurt whenever he didn't think his son was looking. It made the hair on the back of Kurt's neck stand up. He didn't understand why his dad would be so concerned about him recently - like, yeah okay, he came home on the last day of school and immediately went to work at the garage, ignoring Finn's questions about what happened and why. But by the time a few weeks passed, everybody began to leave him alone. But now... now, seeing as his dad was watching him like a hawk... well, it had Kurt a little worried.

And pretty annoyed.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Burt scratched the top of his head, looking away from Kurt for a moment when the toaster jerked and his bagels popped up. "Kiddo... you know I don't like to meddle in your business-"

"Then why are you-"

"I don't... son, I heard something pretty bad the other day and I don't know if it's gossip or not, but I want you to tell me the truth. Now, I know you've been having sex - we've talked about it and everything, but did you... did you have sex with that Anderberry boy?"

"Anderson-Berry." He froze when he realized that he corrected what his dad said. Oh god, he knows. He knows about me and Blaine. Once the strange feeling that fell over him faded away, fear attacked him and he glanced up, saddened to see a look of resignation on his dad's face. "Dad, I-"

"Rachel told Finn that Blaine was still upset over what happened. She said something about you leaving him alone that morning and Kurt, all I had to do was put two and two together and-"

"I've gotta go to work," Kurt interrupted, darting past his dad to put his partially full cup into the sink. Burt tried to reach out and grab him, but he was swift, ducking around his father to head out of the kitchen. His heart was racing, beating fiercely in his chest as he burst out the back door and headed towards the driveway. Calls of his name echoed behind him, but he didn't turn around, he just couldn't. So he went as fast as he could, climbing into his Navigator with impressive speed before he started it up and backed out of the driveway, barely missing Finn's truck in his haste.

"Kurt!"

His dad was standing there in the driveway, his face showing nothing but disappointment and the sight made Kurt's stomach turn. The lack of breakfast and the bitter swig of coffee that lay in his belly made everything feel disgusting and he gagged, removing one of his hands to press against his throat as he struggled not to throw up. He felt terrible - horrible for what happened with Blaine and completely mortified that his dad now knew.

It was obvious he couldn't go to the shop today, not with his dad most likely going to come in and ask him twenty questions. So with a quick second decision, Kurt pulled the Navigator down the familiar street that would lead him to McKinley High.

The place was the last place he wanted to be, but it was private and he needed some time to think.

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"Is he still not coming out of his room?"

"No. I tried to wake him for breakfast, but he just pulled the blankets over his head and went back to sleep."

"He's been acting like this since school let out. You don't think...?"

"Leroy, it's probably just the summertime blues... o-or something. I don't know. But if he tries to stay in bed all day today, I'm making an appointment with Doctor Abel. He needs to see someone."

"But Doctor Abel's his primary doctor. Wouldn't you want to make an appointment with his therapist?"

"I just- I heard Blaine throwing up last night after dinner... and he didn't even eat that much! He even threw up the other night! He's just- he's getting thin and I don't- I- I just want to make sure he's not starving himself or anything. I-"

Leroy nodded, leaning in close to pull his husband into his arms, quieting him instantly. "I understand. We'll see how he does today and if he doesn't get better, then we'll take him to see Abel."

"I'm glad you agree with me."

The two men kissed, ending their conversation. Little did they know that they were being watched.

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As soon as she was sure they weren't listening, Rachel ducked back into the hall, creeping back upstairs to hide away in her bedroom. She could hear Hiram leave for work and then Leroy crept upstairs, bidding her a good morning before he went down the hall and peeked into Blaine's room. Rachel knew her brother was still sleeping; he had been bedridden for the last month mostly... and of his own accord too. The last time he had really been up and about was when some of his old friends from Dalton dragged him out for a day at the pool, but other than that, he spent most of his time sitting on his bed, huddled underneath blankets. He slept tons and barely ate and whenever anyone tried to get him to do anything, he just brushed off their concerns and went back to bed. So, obviously the whole family was worried about him...

Rachel moreso than her dads because she knew the exact reason why he was acting that way.

Sighing, the girl went back to brushing her hair, one ear trained on her brother's room down the hall to see if she could hear him throwing up in the bathroom or if she could possibly hear him crying. There were some nights when that was all she heard: the soft sniffles and quiet whines that Blaine tried - and failed - to stifle. She knew he was heartbroken over what happened with Kurt and deep down, she worried that he had fallen into a deep depression over it. That was why she kept her eyes and ears open at all hours. If Blaine needed her, she'd be there.

That was another reason she and Finn never left the house on their dates.

They had only just begun to date a few weeks ago and it was nice being with him. Finn was kind, always listened to her sing, and sat around and watched whatever she wanted to watch. However, she also knew that what happened between his brother and her own really made things a little strained. Finn felt bad for Blaine but he also saw Kurt struggling too and he hated it when Rachel went on one of her rampages whenever anyone mentioned the rainbow haired boy. One of their first big arguments was over Kurt and that night, when Finn stormed off and went home, Rachel felt absolutely wretched for upsetting him like that. It wasn't his fault that his brother was a complete idiot. So, since then, she'd been rather quiet about her opinions.

Of course, it wasn't easy when Blaine was still locked up in his room sleeping all day, barely eating, and Rachel knew Kurt was just fine, working at his dad's garage and running around with Quinn all the time. Rolling her eyes, she set her hairbrush to the side and went to finish getting ready for the picnic she had planned for her and Finn today. And if she made a few extra sandwiches and stuck them in the fridge for Blaine with the hopes that he'd eat them, she didn't mention it to her dads or Finn.

However, when she came back hours later and found the sandwiches still wrapped up in the fridge, she couldn't help but feel sad.

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Blaine woke up to the sound of his dad's voice. His bedroom was dark and dim, just like how he felt, and he was just too exhausted to even bother moving, but he did open his eyes enough to stare up at his dad. Hiram was watching him carefully, eyes studiously running over his son's slender frame as it took in the weeks of malnourishment and sickness.

"You need to get up, Blaine. We're going to the doctor."

"Why do I have to go? I'm tired."

"The appointment's for you. Now rise and shine. Go take a shower and brush your teeth; we're leaving in a half an hour."

Blaine squinted his eyes, glaring at the clock next to his bedside. It was only 8:30 in the morning, much too early for him to do anything in the summertime; he groaned, tugging the blankets back over his head, but Hiram wasn't about to have any of that. Grumbling, the older man yanked the covers right off of his son and dropped them on the floor, rolling his eyes when Blaine began to whine about being cold.

"It's 79 degrees outside right now, Blaine. It's barely cold in here. Now get up, please. Your dad and I are worried about you and we want you to see Doctor Abel."

"I don't know why I need to see a doctor. I'm just tired."

Hiram sighed, "You haven't been eating, sweetheart. You sleep all of the time and you don't even talk to us anymore. We just- we worry about you, Blaine. Your dad and I don't know what's wrong and your sister is worried too. We just want to help you."

"But I'm fine-"

"Please just get dressed. We can talk more about this in the car. I'll see you downstairs in ten."

Blaine watched as his dad left the room and he scowled, rolling over to climb out of bed. The movement made him a little sick when he finally stood up, but once he found his balance, he felt better and went trudging to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Honestly, he knew he wasn't alright. The thought of eating anything made him cringe, he was always tired, and he always felt like his stomach was in knots. Deep down, he sometimes wondered if it had anything to do with what happened with Kurt... because he thought about the other boy every single day. It hurt him to even have a fleeting thought about him, but he couldn't help it, not when his mind would flashback to that night and he'd remember bits and pieces of the evening. It was hard for him not to think about Kurt, especially on the days when Finn would come over and he and Rachel would be right down the hall talking or singing and his mind would instantly flash to Kurt.

Lost in his thoughts, the boy turned on the water in the shower and climbed inside, leaning against the cool tiled walls as the hot water beat down on him. Slowly, he ran his hands down his body and then squirted a bit of body wash into them, rubbing his fingers along his skin as he scrubbed away the dirt and grime that caked him. For a moment, his fingers prodded at his belly button, which he noticed had been itching like crazy lately. For days, the only thing he really did when he got out of bed was put lotion on his stomach because it itched like the dickens, but now, the closer he looked at his belly, the more intrigued he was by the way it looked. He'd always had a little bit of a pudge down there; no matter how much he worked on his body, it was always there.

But today, it looked bigger... and it disgusted him a little.

He hadn't been eating. His appetite was off so he shouldn't have been gaining weight or anything, especially not on his belly. But the more he stared at it, the more confused he got. I must be getting flabby because I haven't been exercising, he told himself as he began to shampoo his hair. When we come home from the doctor's, things have to change... starting with my diet and exercise. By the end of this summer, I want this pudge gone.

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Going to the doctor definitely wasn't one of Blaine's favorite things to do.

He'd been in and out of hospitals so much during his lifetime that he could honestly go without ever seeing another physician again, but as luck would have it, he worried his parents enough that they dragged him out of the house against his will and were forcing him to get a physical.

It was embarrassing enough to have to go back and get weighed and find out that he gained a few pounds, but nothing made him feel worse than almost collapsing on his dad on his way back to the waiting room. All he remembered was the nurse telling him she'd call him back once one of the exam rooms opened up and then he got up, walking into the waiting room and up to his dad before BOOM, down to the floor he went. When he came to, he was looking up at the ceiling, surprised to find himself laying on the floor with several people looking over him.

"I'm telling you, Leroy! He's sick!"

"I'm not sick," he argued, closing his eyes when one of the nurses shined a bright light in them. "I'm just tired."

"You just fainted, Blaine! Something's not right!"

"We can take him back to room five," a nurse said and soon he was being lifted up, flanked by his dads as they helped him down the hall to the designated room. Once they were in, they had him lay down and his dads began pacing the room, mumbling to themselves about Blaine's well-being.

"You guys, I'm fine. Really."

"We're going to have him test you for everything. I don't care. If you've got sugar issues, we'll deal with it. I mean, your grandma has sugar problems so maybe you have it too. Or- or maybe it's because you haven't been eating and- god, Blaine-" Hiram continued rambling, ignoring Leroy's steady hand squeezing his shoulder as he ranted. Blaine could barely try to listen anymore, instead closing his eyes as he rested against the paper pillow tucked beneath his head. A few tense moments went by before Hiram finally silenced, but then the parents slipped into a hushed conversation, their hissing whispers filling the tiny exam room and Blaine's ears.

"Can you guys go back out in the waiting room? You're giving me a headache," Blaine mumbled, tossing his arm over his eyes as he tried to block out the sound of his dads freaking the fuck out. Just being stuck there in the room with them made him feel even more ill, if that was possible. His stomach churned and everything felt way too hot, too stuffy in the small space. He groaned, "Please go."

"Fine. We'll be out in the hall until Doctor Abel comes back. I don't want to go out into the waiting room until we've had a word with him, okay?"

"Whatever, just go." Blaine knew he was snapping at them for no reason, but just listening to them made him nervous, like there was something truly serious going on with him that he just couldn't comprehend. Huffing impatiently, he waited until they were out of the room before he pushed himself into a sitting position and glanced around the place. Actually it had been a while since he last visited Doctor Abel. He had no need to update his shots before transferring to McKinley since Dalton required their students to be properly vaccinated at all times, so if he had to estimate, it probably had been a year. That was a record, honestly. Blaine's track record with the medical field was an extensive one, so he wondered if Doctor Abel would be surprised to see him today.

Mindlessly, he rubbed at his swirling stomach and laid back down again, letting his eyes slip shut once more as he thought about all the ailments that could be plaguing him. He could have the flu or pneumonia, something that he stupidly left untreated and that finally caught up with him today. Or he could have sugar issues like his dad mentioned. He was having his moments when it came to being incredibly thirsty or having the urge to pee a lot. Then there was the itchy skin, the constant fatigue, and the overall lack of hunger. Certain foods made his stomach curdle when he smelled them too. Like the day before when Rachel left him a ham and cheese sandwich in the fridge. It had a post-it note on the plate that mentioned Rachel having made a few extra while she was planning her picnic with Finn, but when Blaine went to take the sandwich from the fridge, his stomach turned due to the smell of mustard, which was something he usually loved.

Thus, there was something definitely going on with him, but he couldn't pinpoint it.

It was while he was lost in his thoughts when he heard a loud, screeching cry come down the hall. Immediately his eyes popped open. Somewhere on the floor was a screaming baby (probably getting a shot or something), but when Blaine heard the baby's loud wails, his stomach did that weird swirling thing again and he sat up, cursing himself when the nausea came flying back full force.

Oh god. What if... what if... what...

What if I'm pregnant? His eyes widened in fear when he let the idea sink in. Just a month ago, he had unprotected sex with Kurt; he woke up sore and sticky and alone, very scared and confused, but heartbroken mostly. At that time, his mind didn't even factor the fact that he'd had unprotected sex. He knew it felt strange down there, but he thought it was because of the lube and everything. He didn't do a double check or anything either; as soon as Rachel got him home, he hopped in the shower and scrubbed himself clean, shamed that he even had sex in the first place.

But never... never did he think that he and Kurt went bareback. It didn't even occur to him. His mind was so clouded by heartbreak that he ignored the giant monkey on his back... and oh god, now he probably had a reminder of that night growing inside of him right now.

Shit.

He wasn't even thinking when his hand fell back onto his stomach, still flat mostly minus that small nuisance of a pudge. He was still cupping his hand there when there was a knock on the door, followed by it opening up to reveal his primary doctor and his dads. All three of them looked directly at him, catching the wide-eyed look on his face before their gazes traveled downward to where Blaine's hand rested on his stomach. Terrified, he looked up at them, hazel eyes large and teary and when he caught Hiram's eyes and then Leroy's, he knew they understood exactly why their son looked so upset.

"Oh Blaine. Oh Blaine, no."

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Everything ended in a flurry of tests: blood work, urine tests, and the like.

It felt like they were there forever, but Doctor Abel promised that the lab would be done getting his results shortly, especially since he put a rush on the order. Male pregnancy was a touchy thing, especially the younger the carrier was. There were things involving lack of hormones and vitamins that needed tended to and since Blaine could possibly be a few weeks along based on what he told them about his last sexual experience, he would need to start on any sort of regimen very, very soon.

While the family waited in Doctor Abel's office for any sort of confirmation, they all sat in silence and looked around at the documents nailed to the wall. All of the doctor's achievement certificates stood out proclaiming his excellence in his field; Hiram and Leroy were dead silent as they studied the plaques and Blaine couldn't stand it.

The second Hiram spoke when they were back in the exam room, Blaine felt the disappointment burn at his skin. He immediately broke down, confessing how sorry he was and how stupid he felt. His dads demanded to know what happened and he told them about having sex with Kurt. He told them about how they were drunk and careless and how he didn't think anything would come of it... well, until now obviously. The men just nodded along with the story and then left, leaving Doctor Abel to do what he needed to do and for the next few minutes, Blaine was poked and prodded and had to talk about his mostly non-existent sex life. Because who gets knocked up after their first time?!

Later on, Blaine had been scared out of his mind when he had to pee in that tiny cup for the pregnancy test and when they drew his blood for the other test, he almost fainted again and needed help from Leroy to get back to Doctor Abel's office. All in all, it was one of his most dramatic doctor's visits and he felt slightly ashamed that it came to this.

And now they sat in silence, all alone in Doctor Abel's office while they waited for the results of the tests. Hiram and Leroy were still dead silent while Blaine's thoughts were running wild with despair. He felt like he was going to puke, like he was just going to collapse in tears while he sobbed over how sorry he was for disappointing his dads. They were young, much too young to be grandfathers, and god, Blaine was still very much a kid himself. He was only seventeen, a high schooler for Christ's sake. He wasn't out of the woods yet when it came to public school and he had big dreams, dreams about getting the hell out of Ohio, going to college, becoming famous...

But he couldn't do that with a baby. No way.

Deep in his thoughts, he missed when the door opened up and Doctor Abel came in, manila folder in hand. The gray-haired man took a seat at the desk and looked out at the family, eyes scanning both Berry men before they fell onto Blaine. "Well, Blaine, your results are in-"

"And?" Leroy interrupted, immediately shushed by Hiram. All three relatives glanced at each other and Blaine swallowed heavily, his body tensing up with fear.

Here goes. This determines what happens next...

"You're pregnant."

A/N: Sorry for the delay. I broke the backspace key in the process of writing this - it popped off and when I finally got it back on, it stuck, so I ended up fighting with it. But after a battle with some eyebrow tweezers, a paperclip, and some compressed air, I'm back. The key is still a little clicky, but it works and that's all that matters. Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter. Thanks for the reviews on the last one and for my American readers (since I won't be updating again until after Thursday), Happy Thanksgiving! Gobble gobble!