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.

Blaine sunk down in the backseat and closed his eyes, a throbbing pain rippling through his lower half as the car bounced a bit on a few potholes. Groaning softly, he rubbed a hand over his stomach right above his hipbone where he had been injected with hormones less than a half hour ago. The area was tender and sore and every time their vehicle made a sudden movement, his seatbelt dragged over the inoculation spot which made him hiss in pain.

"You okay back there, Blaine?" Hiram asked, turning sideways in his seat to look back at his son. The teen nodded, pursing his lips as he stroked his side again and the action made Hiram swallow heavily. His son, his little boy, the child he raised since Blaine was just a toddler was a little over a month pregnant. Never in his wildest dreams did Hiram believe that he and Leroy would become grandparents while they were in their 40's, yet there they were, driving their son home from a doctor's appointment that confirmed the unthinkable. Deep down, Hiram was a little bit upset. But, he was also pretty excited too.

Neither he nor Leroy thought that Blaine had the Reddin gene. Foolishly enough, they never thought to get him tested, not even after he came out when he first started high school. Now though, seeing his son in the backseat of their car, his hand resting on his side where he'd just been injected with hormones for his pregnancy... everything became a bit more real.

"Blaine?"

"I'm fine, dad," the boy answered, opening his eyes to lock gazes with his father. The two men stared at each other for several seconds before Blaine shut his eyes again. "I just wanna go home."

"We're almost there, don't worry."

Hiram turned back around, not missing his husband's gaze as Leroy looked away from the road for a moment to give him a second glance. Reaching out, the husbands locked hands and Hiram squeezed his loved one's a little tighter, linking his fingers in between Leroy's as he looked down at their wedding rings.

It felt like it was only yesterday that they were sitting in their first home talking about starting a family. He remembered going to the clinic with Leroy and the two of them getting tested for the Reddin gene. Back then, studies about possible male pregnancy ran rampant; gay men all over the country were getting tested for the gene and if found, studies were held to see if a biological male could produce a child with the help of medical science. When the first few pregnancies went to term and healthy babies were born following extensive health care and close observation, more and more gay couples began getting tested. Leroy and Hiram were of that number, but unfortunately they both found out they didn't carry the gene. That's when they turned to surrogacy and had Rachel. Then, not long after that, Blaine came into their lives.

And now Blaine was carrying their first grandchild. It was so strange.

As he continued to remember the days when he and Leroy were just young parents, the car pulled into the family's driveway and Leroy stopped the car, squeezing Hiram's hand to pull him from his thoughts. "We're here," the other man said softly, tugging the keys from the ignition before he let go of his husband's hand. "Blaine, we're home."

The quiet teen opened his eyes and unbuckled his seatbelt, carefully sliding from the car before he made his way to the house. His parents followed close behind, still weary of their son's stability after the several fainting incidents at the clinic. As Hiram unlocked the door, Leroy had a hand pressed against the small of Blaine's back as a precaution, making sure his son didn't stumble on the way inside. Quietly, they entered the house and both Berry men shot looks at one another when they overheard Finn's voice carry from the living room.

"Rachel?" Hiram called, dropping his keys into the bowl on the side table. Behind him, Leroy and Blaine ventured upstairs. Once they were gone, Hiram walked into the living room and frowned when he spotted his daughter and her boyfriend sitting on the sofa, the two of them munching on bowls of pasta while a John Hughes movie played on in the background. "Rachel, I hate to do this, but Finn's going to have to go home soon."

"Really?" Rachel asked, setting her bowl on the coffee table. She looked up at her dad with wide, scared eyes and that's when Hiram remembered that he told Rachel about Blaine's impending doctor's appointment. "Is something wrong with Blaine? Daddy, what is it?"

"Not here, princess. Why don't you and Finn wrap this up and then when you're ready, come upstairs, okay?" He looked at Finn and smiled, "Nice seeing you again, Finn."

"You too, Mr. Berry. I hope Blaine's alright."

"He will be."

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After Rachel said goodbye to Finn, she rushed upstairs, her heart in her throat and her stomach in her toes as she wondered what in the world could possibly be wrong that was bad enough that her dads couldn't tell her while Finn was there. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of the unthinkable: that maybe Blaine was sicker than they thought and that it maybe had nothing to do with Kurt. What if he was so sick that he needed surgery? What if he needed some sort of treatment? What if-

Oh no.

She froze outside of Blaine's bedroom door when she heard violent retching sounds coming from inside. Her hands shook as she paused, her fingers stopped in their motion to open the door. She could hear Blaine whining, throwing up in between gasps and sobs, and within his crying noises, she could also hear her dads soothing him, talking to him softly as they tried to calm him down.

"Is he okay?" She asked, opening the door slowly as she pinched her nose to block the rancid smell from invading her nostrils. For safety, she hovered out there in the hallway, watching as one of her dads rubbed Blaine's back while the other dug through a bag of prescriptions that was sitting on Blaine's bed. Blaine, meanwhile, was hunched over on the floor, spitting into his trashcan as he sniffled and sobbed. "Oh my god."

"You can come in, Rach. He'll be okay."

"But he's throwing up!"

"It's a side effect of the shots he had today. He'll be fine soon."

"But what's wrong with him?! Why is he so sick? Why did he need a shot?"

Leroy patted his son's back and helped Blaine sit down on the floor, handing the boy a tissue to wipe his mouth. "You should probably take a seat, honey. We'll explain as soon as Blaine's feeling better."

Rachel nodded, coming into the room. Before she took a seat, she opened one of the windows to let the smell of vomit air out and then she plopped down on the bed next to Hiram, staring down at the bottles of medicine in front of them. Her eyes scanned different prescriptions as well as some bottles of vitamins, but it wasn't until her gaze landed on a bottle labeled prenatal vitamins that she caught on to what was going on.

"No way! No way!" She screeched, grabbing the bottle up with shaky fingers. She spun it around in her hand and then began grabbing the other ones, scanning them for labels that had anything to do with pregnancy. "Is he pregnant? ARE YOU PREGNANT?!"

Blaine grumbled, dropping his head to his knees, and that was all the confirmation Rachel needed. Eyes widening even further, she screamed at the top of her lungs, jumping off of the bed with her arms waving wildly. "I can't believe this," she yelled. "I can't believe it!"

"Honey, calm down-"

"Does Kurt know?"

"No," Blaine whispered, wrapping his arms around his waist. Rachel silenced when she noticed his quietness.

"Oh, Blaine-"

"I'm not going to tell him. Not yet. I don't even- I don't even know what I want to do yet."

Hiram and Leroy remained silent; they were in the room when Doctor Abel talked to Blaine about his options. They were there when the doctor explained that even though Blaine was unsure about the pregnancy that it would be for the best if he got his hormone injections while he was there. Abel explained the possibility of a miscarriage due to the lack of proper hormones, but he also told them about how it was a risky thing for Blaine to not have the hormone shots, especially if he was still unsure of what he wanted. So, they got everything they needed to get to ensure Blaine's health until he decided, but until then, the boy had no idea what he wanted to do.

"You aren't going to tell him?"

"I never said that. I just- I don't know if I want to keep it."

Rachel frowned, "You mean like putting it up for adoption... or- or having an abortion?"

"Either, I guess."

"Well, whatever you choose, we'll stand beside you one hundred percent, okay honey?" Hiram answered, leaning down to stroke the top of Blaine's head. Leroy nodded in agreement and patted his son's arm, but Rachel stayed still in her spot near the door, stomach twisting as she watched her family come together. Blaine curled up a little bit more, making himself smaller as he began to cry, and when Rachel heard him sniffle, she crossed the room and fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around her little brother tightly as she cooed and cradled him against her.

"I love you, Blaine. It'll be okay."

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"I think Blaine's sick."

Kurt froze, the container of fruit salad that he had been pulling out of the refrigerator fell out of his hands and clattered on the shelf. "What?"

"Blaine. I think he's sick. Rachel said he had to go to the doctor today, like his dads forced him or something. And then they got home and made me leave because they wanted to talk to Rachel and I guess I couldn't be there. I mean, I understand that and all because family stuff's private, but it's bound to be bad if they didn't even want to tell her while I was still there. Like, they could've had her leave the room and then tell her, but they made me leave so..." He trailed off, not noticing the look on Kurt's face as his brother stared blankly into the fridge.

"You went to Rachel's hours ago. Hasn't she called you or anything?"

"Nope. I texted her and asked if everything's okay, but she hasn't answered yet. So I don't know what's going on. I hope it's nothing bad though. Blaine's a good guy, you know? I'd hate for him to be sick."

Kurt swallowed heavily, shutting the fridge door as his appetite was now completely gone. He leaned against the appliance and shut his eyes, fear flowing through his veins as his mind wandered over what could possibly be wrong with his ex-friend. Over the last few days alone, his thoughts had been completely plagued with Blaine; the other boy was all he could think about anymore, especially after his father confronted him about their rendezvous the other day.

He missed Blaine. He missed being able to talk to him about anything under the sun and he hated what happened between them, even though he knew he had a huge part in why they quit speaking. There wasn't a second that went by that he didn't regret what he did. He regretted sleeping with him in the first place, he regretted leaving in the morning, and most of all, he regretted breaking Blaine's heart. And now, hearing that the boy might be very sick made his heart ache painfully. He wanted to just pick up the phone and call him, see if he was okay, but he couldn't. He knew he couldn't; he lost that right a long time ago.

Sighing, he pushed away from the fridge and stepped past Finn, ignoring his brother's questions about whether or not he was okay. It didn't matter if he was alright. All that mattered was if Blaine was okay and he didn't even know.

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Several days went by and soon it was the fourth of July.

The Berry household was quiet on that day. The planned family barbeque they were going to have was cancelled and Rachel made plans to go to the Hudson-Hummels for the day to spend some time with Finn while her dads stayed at home and did some more research on male pregnancy while Blaine rested in his room.

For days following his doctor's appointment, all Blaine did was take his prescriptions and vitamins and sleep. Sometimes he was violently sick and others he was just too tired to even get out of bed, so the family left him alone mostly, unless they were peeking in to check on him. Hiram and Leroy were worried sick about their little boy, especially now that they knew he was carrying another life. Getting food into him was very important now, so they went grocery shopping and stocked up on foods that were safe for Blaine to eat. Whenever it came time for the family to have breakfast, lunch, or dinner, one of them crept upstairs with a tray of food for Blaine to eat and they made sure that he ate a little before they put his leftovers away. Every once in a while, whenever Blaine felt better, he'd come downstairs and nosh a bit on whatever he could but then he'd go back into his room and sleep for the rest of the time.

The pregnancy was obviously taxing, but the family did their best with making sure Blaine was comfortable. Eventually he'd be making a decision over what he wanted to do and they'd be behind him one hundred percent, but until then, they took things one day at a time.

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"Hello Rachel, how are you?" Burt Hummel asked as he swung open the front door. Rachel smiled at the greeting and replied, shutting the door behind her after she stepped inside. Carole took a plate of brownies from her and went to place them with the rest of the food for the party while various members of New Directions came out of the living room to greet their new guest.

"Glad you could make it, Rachel!"

"Where's your brother?"

"Were those brownies?"

Most of the questions directed at her were about Blaine, but Rachel just smiled and told them Blaine wasn't feeling well so he wouldn't be coming. Many of the members took that answer just fine and moved on, but Finn, however, looked a little lost.

"He's still sick?"

"Yeah, but he'll be okay sooner or later."

"But what did the doctor say? Is something wrong with him?"

"Finn, I- I really wish I could tell you, but I can't. He'll be fine though, I promise." She reached down and took her boyfriend's hand, squeezing it before she stood up on her tippy-toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Now, why don't we go get ready to eat? I'm starving!" Finn agreed and the two left to head outside with the rest of the hungry group of teens, Carole and Burt laughing as the group flooded around the picnic tables and began filling their plates. In the meantime, Kurt hung back, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorway to the dining room, his stomach still in knots over the fact that Blaine was still unwell and that he wasn't at the party.

Frowning, he left the room and went upstairs to his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him as he scrolled through his contacts on his phone and found Blaine's name. His fingers hovered over the call button, itching to just press it and see if Blaine would answer, but he knew he wasn't within his rights to even contact the other boy. He was so worried though, terrified that perhaps Blaine was sicker than he thought and even though they weren't on speaking terms anymore, he wanted - no, needed to know if Blaine was alright.

Fingers still shaking, he pressed the call button and held the phone close to his ear, listening for just a click or any sound to come on the other line. The phone rang and rang and rang and finally it went to voicemail; a pre-recorded message announced Blaine wasn't there to answer the call and then it beeped, waiting for Kurt to leave a message. He gulped, panicked at the thought of speaking, so he hung up quickly, dropping the phone on his bed as he fell backwards onto the pillows and sighed.

Blaine's not going to answer, not for you, his mind scolded. He closed his eyes and linked his fingers over his stomach, letting his mind wander to what Blaine was doing right at that very moment. Outside, the sounds of his choir mates laughing and talking filtered through his open window. Some of them were singing, some were joking around, and all Kurt wanted was for everyone to just be somewhere else. He knew it was a bad idea for them to host the fourth of July cook-out, but Finn insisted and now there were a dozen random teenagers running around his backyard while he was worried to death about Blaine.

Deeply lost in his thoughts, Kurt barely noticed the buzz of his phone next to him until it vibrated against his elbow. He shot his hand out, scooping up the device as fast as he could before he unlocked it and stared in shock at the screen. A text from Blaine showed up in front of his eyes, making his throat tighten in anticipation of the words onscreen.

We need to talk. Meet me at McKinley tomorrow at noon, under the bleachers. Alone.

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Blaine knew he was risking getting in huge trouble for contacting Kurt, but he needed to let his ex-friend know of their situation. No matter what decision he'd come to within the next few weeks, Kurt still deserved to know that he was pregnant with their child. He wasn't sure what Kurt would say; it could go either way honestly because Kurt never mentioned anything about wanting children in the future, but Kurt could also actually want to keep the baby and then where would Blaine be? Up the creek, that's for sure, because he wasn't sure he could get rid of it if Kurt expressed any sort of desire to actually keep and take care of it.

A frown spread across his features as he rolled onto his side and pulled the blankets over himself. The central air conditioning was on full blast in their house, making everything ice cold, and even though it seemed like a comfortable temperature for everyone else in the house, to Blaine it was like the arctic. Shivering, he tucked the blankets around his form and sunk further into the bed, shutting his eyes as he waited for Kurt to respond to his text.

He called me first. What's taking him so long?

Just seeing Kurt's number blaze across his screen earlier made Blaine's stomach tense up in fear. It was so strange seeing his name again; just speaking it anymore made his heart ache and reminded him of that fateful night and the fact that he carried a pretty big reminder of it all. There was something growing inside of him that was made between him and Kurt. It was as much of Kurt as it was him and that was scary.

They were connected now... and tomorrow, Blaine planned on telling Kurt about it, about their baby.

Yawning, Blaine reached out and pulled his phone closer to him so that he wouldn't have to dive out from under the warmth of the blanket to answer it. Several more minutes ticked by and Blaine began to doze off, much too tired to wait up for Kurt any longer. His eyelids slipped shut and he fell asleep, waking hours later when Rachel came into his room and asked if he wanted any of the leftovers she brought home from the Hudson-Hummel barbeque.

"Was Kurt there?" Blaine asked as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He leaned his tired head against the backboard and watched as his sister laid out the food she brought back for him on his tv tray. The first thing his eyes fell on was a bowl of some sort of salad, so he started with that, eating quietly while Rachel poured him a glass of iced ginger tea.

"Yeah, he was there. He didn't really talk to anyone though. He just sat around and smoked and stared at his phone all day. Finn said he was mad that they were having the cook-out."

"Oh." Hearing Rachel mention Kurt being on his phone made Blaine's hands itch to grab his own just to see if the other boy might've answered him back. However, since Rach was in the room, Blaine knew he would have to wait because if she knew he was trying to contact Kurt, she would probably rat on him and get him in trouble with their dads. So, while she told him about the barbeque, he ate what he could and listened half-heartedly, his phone resting silently against his thigh.

Finally, when she decided to go take a shower and went to put the rest of the leftovers Blaine couldn't finish away, Blaine dove for his phone and punched in the pass code, eyes lighting up when he saw a couple of texts from Kurt sitting in his inbox.

As he read, his heart raced and he began to plot how he was going to get out of the house the following day to meet up with his ex-friend. It would be difficult, but he just had to try. Kurt deserved to know and find out from him before Rachel accidentally let it slip. So, tomorrow would be the day. Tomorrow he would tell Kurt about the baby and deep down, he hoped the other boy would take the news well.

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As it turned out, Blaine's plans went to shit within the first hour that next day.

When he woke up, he immediately had to run to the bathroom where he spent the next few hours heaving up anything and everything he ate over the last 24 hours. Throwing up so much made him very weak and all he could do was drag himself back to bed and snuggle down into the blankets, laying still beneath the covers as he waited for his stomach to settle. Downstairs, he could hear his parents and Rachel talking about something random, so he took that as his cue to get in touch with Kurt.

Shakily, he typed out a text to Kurt letting him know that he wasn't going to be able to make it today. He was just too ill to even bother trying to sneak out and meet up with Kurt at the school. His entire body ached something fierce and he was sure that if he moved too much, he'd puke all over the place, so he ended up sending Kurt a text asking him to wait and they'd meet up another day.

And when that day didn't come up until the very end of July, Blaine was more scared then than he ever was.

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Kurt slumped against the chain link fence, his lips pursed around a lit cigarette as he watched Puck stab at the smelly old couch he was sitting on. They were hanging out beneath the bleachers at the school, the air smoggy and stale around them as an earlier summer rain began to dry up. The sky was grey, the ground was damp, and Kurt and the other skanks were just downright bored. Quinn and some of the other girls were discussing tattoo options while Puck played around with his pocketknife. Kurt, on the other hand, finished smoking his cig as he flipped his cellphone back and forth in his other hand. They were spending their downtime at the shutdown high school on that late July day and while most kids wouldn't be caught dead near their school in the summertime, it was really the only place that the skanks could come hide without having to deal with parental supervision and the like.

Kurt was only there because he needed to get away from the looks his father and now Carole were sending him. He still hadn't confirmed to his dad that he slept with Blaine, but he knew his dad wasn't stupid - the man knew something happened even though he wasn't pressing Kurt for answers anymore. Seeing those disappointed looks on his dad's face though made Kurt's stomach twist in a thousand knots. He always felt like he was letting his dad down, what with his multiple piercings, multicolored hair, and tattered clothing. Not to mention the fact that he smoked and occasionally drank and acted a fool. He was nothing like the boy he used to be and even though he knew that was all brought about by the bullying and anguish he dealt with at school, it still hurt to know that his life choices made his dad upset.

Sighing, he sucked in another deep breath of smooth smoke and let it flow from his lips as he exhaled. The heat that blossomed in his chest made him feel good and right then and there, he decided to smoke another one after his first one burnt low, so he began the task of digging another cig from the packet in his back pocket. He was in the midst of pinching his fingers around one when Quinn snapped her fingers at him, one hand waving as she nodded her head towards the track closest to the bleachers.

"What?"

"Blaine's coming."

"He's what?"

Earlier that morning, Kurt got yet another text saying that Blaine was way too tired to meet up with him, so he decided to go to the school anyway and spend a day with his friends. He was sick of Blaine cancelling on him; every single day it was the same old, same old. Meet me here at this hour. Nevermind, I feel sick. Maybe next time.

And yet, here he was.

Kurt put out his other cigarette and began lighting the second one, icy eyes falling over to where Blaine was now peeking around the corner of the hideaway. From his position in the back, Kurt could see just how tired Blaine looked. His hair wasn't as gelled down as it usually was, his skin was swallow, and he looked rather thin in the face. Instead of his usual polo/bowtie combo, he wore a blue and white striped shirt beneath a dark blue jacket. Also, his colorful pants were replaced with plain old blue jeans and he was wearing white tennis shoes that were slightly stained from the wet ground.

He looked exhausted and at the sight, Kurt's heart throbbed.

"Hey, it's Anderson! Sup?"

Puck snapped his pocketknife back into place and tucked it away, rising from his seat on the musty couch to head towards Blaine. The cigarette perched at the end of his mouth fluttered as he talked and it seemed like the closer he got to the smaller boy, the greener Blaine got.

"Blaine?" Quinn asked, also noticing the change in Blaine's demeanor and pallor. Puck got close enough to blow out the rest of his smoke when Blaine suddenly jerked back and ran over to the side of the bleachers, crouching down low to throw up. He gagged and spurted, gasping as bile poured from his mouth, and when he began choking out sobs, some of the other skanks complained, storming out from beneath the bleachers as they bitched over Blaine puking everywhere. Quinn immediately darted to Blaine's side, her motherly instincts kicking in as she placed a steady hand on the back of Blaine's neck and put the other one on his elbow, helping anchor him to his spot. Kurt watched on, half-curious and half-horrified over what was happening. Blaine was deathly ill, throwing up without stopping, but when he finally quit for just a moment, he mumbled something to Quinn and she looked up at both Kurt and Puck, green eyes narrowing.

"Put out your cigarettes," she commanded, glaring harder when they both looked at her like she grew a second head. "Put them out. They're making him sick." She watched them both stub their smokes out and when she went to look back at Blaine, Kurt couldn't help but notice the sympathetic look that rushed across her face. Quinn Fabray was one of McKinley High's biggest bitches. At one point in time in her high school career, she had been at the top of the social pyramid; the queen, so to speak, as she ran the school with an iron fist. She had her friends - various girls who followed her around and admired her every move - and never was she ever nurturing to them. She didn't deal with their troubles because she lived the perfect life.

And then she fell from grace, oh so far from grace. Her collapse from the top was the most talked about thing the beginning of their sophomore year. Quinn found out she was pregnant, knocked up by one of McKinley High's worst badboys, and all of a sudden, she was shunned, a pariah. Within weeks, she turned about face, changing her entire look to hide within the crowd. Then the news came out that she aborted her child, a decision that she didn't take lightly thanks to her strong Christian values. Kurt knew the story; drunk Quinn had confided it to him many times and it broke his heart each time she did, but after she had the abortion, the kids who turned on her for getting pregnant in the first place then turned on her for aborting the baby.

It was like she couldn't win. One second she was a whore, the next she was a murderer... and since then Quinn Fabray had never been the same.

But still, she was one of Kurt's best friends and he had grown to love her. He watched her grow and change, crack the shell that she once hid herself in, and now, watching her with Blaine made his heart flutter. One day, when she was truly ready, Quinn would be a wonderful mother and he hoped she knew that.

Flicking his cigarette stub into the trash, Kurt stepped forward, hunching down to his knees as Blaine wiped his mouth on a tissue that Quinn had pulled from her satchel. The younger boy was shaking ferociously, pale to all hell, and even though Quinn was smaller than he was, she was currently supporting all of his weight as the boy leaned heavily on her.

"Blaine? Do you need a drink of water?" Quinn asked, shooting a look to Kurt. He stepped back, walking over to where Quinn and the other girls had been chatting earlier. He grabbed up Quinn's unopened water bottle and brought it over to the two, watching as the pink haired girl opened the drink and pressed it against Blaine's parched lips, holding it steady as he took small gracious sips. "There you go. Drink up. You'll feel better."

"Thank you," Blaine mumbled when she pulled the bottle away. He allowed her to drag him over to the old couch and lay him down; then she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, shaking her head at him as she let her eyes travel over his body.

Quinn wasn't stupid, she knew what was going on, but she was sure no one else at the moment had clued in at all. Blaine was sick as a dog, pale as could be, and looking worse by the minute - all caused by cigarette smoke. Quinn remembered those days - coming home to the smell of her dad smoking a cigar in the lounge and immediately rushing upstairs to throw up her guts due to the stench filling her lungs. She frowned, brushing some of Blaine's sweat damp curls away from his forehead before she turned back to Kurt. Her friend was hovering behind them, eyes watching the two closely as if he was scared to get any closer. She knew he hadn't suspected a single thing since he hadn't panicked yet, but she was sure once Blaine said anything, he'd have a cow.

Smiling, she turned back to Blaine and reached down to let her hand rest on top of his own, which were linked over his belly. Her fingers brushed the slight swell of his stomach, hard and foreign beneath her touch and when his eyes opened and widened comically, she knew that her assumptions were correct.

"Blaine, are you pregnant?" She whispered, only loud enough for Blaine to hear. He looked up at her with watery golden eyes, tears sparkling behind his long lashes, and when he nodded, she smiled at him sympathetically, patting his hands before she stood up. "Puck, you and I should go get some more smokes. Kurt and Blaine need a moment."

"I just got here. Why do I have to leave?"

"Puck, now." Quinn hissed, her voice low and murderous. Her sometimes boyfriend nodded in agreement and followed her out from under the bleachers, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone to finally chat after almost two months of not speaking.

Kurt waited until they were completely out of his sight before he took Quinn's seat on the raggedy couch. Blaine was still laying boneless on the springy, hole-covered cushions, one hand now flattened against his belly while the other one fell over his eyes. He looked so nauseous that Kurt feared that if he even tried to get Blaine to speak, it would only end badly. However, Blaine took the intuitive and dropped his arm from his face, looking up at Kurt with heavy-lidded eyes.

"I didn't want you to find out like this," he said, his voice tight with unshed tears. Kurt looked at him quizzically, too confused to even understand what Blaine meant.

"I don't... what do you mean?"

Blaine blinked at him, sitting up slowly as he cupped his other hand over his stomach. He rubbed the area for a moment like he was trying to stop it from hurting and the movement caused Kurt's eyes to fall downward, watching it closely. Now, being so much closer to Blaine, he could see that Blaine had only lost weight around his face, but there in his stomach area was a little pudge... a pudge that looked quite suspicious. Almost like...

No.

"Blaine?"

"Kurt, I'm pregnant."

No fucking way.

A/N: Well, now Kurt knows, but how is he gonna respond? What do you think? Or what do you hope to see? Let me know. Thanks for reading!