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.
"You're joking, right? There's no fucking way you're pregnant."
"I am, okay? It's not like I planned this or anything, Kurt. Just... calm down for a minute and let's talk about this."
Kurt ran a hand through his rainbow hair and huffed, stopping his pacing motions as he spun on his heel to look at the boy sitting on the couch in front of him. Blaine was seated on the springy edge, arms crossed over his stomach and fingers gripping his elbows as he watched Kurt panic in front of him. The second he announced his pregnancy, Kurt went ballistic, rising up from the couch to immediately begin wearing a path in the grass beneath his feet as he paced back and forth. He was nervous, scared to death even, and it was evident all over his face and body.
"When did... when did you find out?"
"A few weeks ago. I wanted to tell you, but- I just- it's been hard for me to-"
"Hard for you to what? Say it? Don't you think this is something you should've told me a long time ago!"
"I was going to!" Blaine exploded, shooting up from his seat. The action was too fast for his weakened body and he swayed for a second, arms flapping behind him to try and steady himself. However, Kurt caught the panic on his face and rushed forward, slipping an arm around the smaller boy's waist to keep him from falling. Blaine stumbled a bit on his feet, staring up at Kurt with wide eyes and that's when both boys realized how close in proximity they were - closer than they had been in months.
Kurt swallowed as he looked down into Blaine's bright golden eyes, his fingers twitching where they were resting along Blaine's side. He was so close to that tiny pudge of Blaine's stomach, so close to where their child grew that it scared him enough to want to let go. But with Blaine being so out of it, he couldn't, not if it could possibly jeopardize Blaine and the baby's health. "Be careful," he warned, helping his friend sit down on the couch. "You're gonna hurt yourself."
"I'll be fine," Blaine hissed, shrugging off Kurt's grip as he plopped back down on the couch. Even though he was acting like he was all tough and didn't need the help, Kurt could see how shaken he was that he almost fell over. His skin was paler, he looked a bit green again, and he was obviously quivering with fear since he couldn't keep his hands still.
Frowning, Kurt shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at the boy before him. "You almost passed out. You're not fine. You're preg-pregnant a-and god knows what the hell's going on with you because you were always cancelling on me when we were going to meet up and then you all of a sudden show up here and spring this news on me! I mean-"
"This is hard for me, okay?!" The shorter boy threw his arms in the air, slamming them back on the sofa roughly a second later. "Do you know what it's like to wake up one morning and find out you've had sex with your best friend and then to find out that they left you alone because they obviously don't give two shits about whether or not you'd be okay the next morning?!"
"Blaine, I-"
"And then you get sick and you think Oh, it's just a stomach bug but it never goes away and instead of getting better, you get worse and you wonder to yourself if this is some sort of karma because you whored yourself out-"
"Blaine, stop-"
"-and then you get dragged to the doctor and find out you're carrying your best friend's child and you're scared to death because holy shit, you're having a baby and it's the kid of the one person you never thought would hurt you so badly but THEY DID and now look where you are! Pregnant and alone and scared and-" His voice broke, "God, I'm so scared." He sobbed out loud, dropping his head into his hands as he began to weep. Kurt stood there, silent, unsure of what to do even though his heart was aching over what he just heard. Seeing Blaine cry wasn't something he ever wanted to see, not like this, but here he was, sobbing out his fears and it wasn't like Kurt could even do anything.
Except... soothe him or something.
Teary-eyed, he took a seat on the couch, his knees touching Blaine's thigh as he leaned in and wrapped his arms around his friend, holding him tight as the younger boy cried into his chest. He rubbed his hands up and down Blaine's back, turning his head to rest it against Blaine's hair before he pressed his lips against the curls, breathing in the scent of his friend's shampoo and the slight smell of raspberries from the gel Blaine used that morning. "Shh, Blaine. It'll be okay. I promise. It'll be fine."
"N-No, it won't."
"Yeah, it will. We'll get through this," he promised, rubbing a strong hand up and down Blaine's trembling back. "I'm not going to make you do this alone. We'll figure it out. I swear." And when Blaine sucked in a shuddery breath and burst into tears again, all Kurt could do was hug him a little tighter, hoping that what he just told Blaine would be true, that they would make it through this. Together.
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"I can't believe you walked here," Kurt grumbled a while later, shutting the car door as he climbed in the Navigator and watched Blaine buckle himself in. "You could've hurt yourself."
"I didn't walk. I took the bus to the Lima Bean and then I walked here. It wasn't that far."
"Yeah, but still. You've gotta be careful."
"You've only known about this pregnancy for an hour and you're already chewing me out. How lovely."
"Well, it's my kid too, you know? I don't want you to get hurt either."
"Yeah, well it's a little too late for that now, now isn't it?" Blaine muttered under his breath, low enough that Kurt only caught the soft tone of his voice, but completely missed the words that were said.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just drive," Blaine whispered, sliding low in his seat as he rubbed a hand over his stomach. He still felt nauseous from earlier and despite the fact that Kurt put out his cigarette a long time ago, the scent still lingered on his clothing and just smelling it made a familiar burning sensation fill up Blaine's throat once more. Grumbling, he rolled down the window and leaned his head closer to it, letting the damp summer breeze fan his face while Kurt drove them to the Hummel's garage.
It would be the second time Blaine would be seeing Kurt's dad and deep down, he was scared to death to see the man again. The last time, Burt was nice to him, but that was before Blaine slept with his son and accidentally got pregnant. Seeing him now, getting ready to tell the man that he'd be a grandfather in several months was terrifying and thinking about the inevitable made Blaine's stomach hurt.
"You okay over there?" A soft voice asked and Blaine looked up, eyes falling onto Kurt, finding the older boy staring at him with a worried glance.
"Fine. Just wanna get this over with."
"Yeah, I know. Me too."
It was all Kurt's idea actually. Just moments after Blaine calmed down enough to begin talking again, Kurt confessed that he wanted to tell his dad about the pregnancy. The idea scared the living daylights out of Blaine because he wasn't sure if he wanted anyone else to know, especially since he still wasn't sure about keeping the baby, but when Kurt gave him a look that just screamed fear and uncertainty, Blaine knew he couldn't deny his child's other father what he wanted to do. When he told Kurt about the baby, Kurt didn't flip out and scream horrible things at him like Blaine dreamt he did and it really seemed like Kurt wanted to do the right thing, so Blaine decided to humor him. They were in this together - Kurt's words - so if Kurt wanted to tell his dad, then so be it.
The rest of the car ride was silent, just the sound of air rushing through the rolled down windows filled their ears, and even though Kurt was driving, he still glanced over at his friend to make sure Blaine was alright. The other boy was deathly quiet, sitting in the passenger seat with one hand cupped over his stomach as he stared out of the window. Occasionally, his hand would rub a small circle around the bigger section of his belly and Kurt wondered if maybe the action was something that soothed him.
"My dad should be on his lunch break, so we should have time to talk."
"Okay."
"If you don't want to say anything, you don't have to. I can do all of the talking."
"Okay."
A little unnerved by the one word answers, Kurt shot a look over at Blaine again and found him with his eyes closed, his face ghostly pale. "Should I pull over?"
"No, no. I'm fine. Just keep driving. If I- I need anything, I'll let you know."
With a roll of his eyes, Kurt kept driving. By the time he pulled into the parking lot of his dad's business, Blaine was fast asleep and he wondered if he should wake him. However, the dark circles underneath Blaine's eyes indicated his utter exhaustion, so Kurt let him rest for a few moments, taking the time to think about the news he received earlier.
By looks alone, it was incredibly difficult to tell whether or not Blaine was pregnant. He was still tiny as fuck, just short and slender like he'd always been, but his stomach was a little bit more pronounced. From what Kurt could remember of the night they spent together, Blaine's stomach had never really been washboard flat. He wasn't chubby by any means, but his belly had this cute little layer of... well, fluff that had been all sorts of cute in Kurt's eyes when he first saw it. And now, that fluff was bigger, an obvious indication of the life growing within. Just staring at Blaine's belly made Kurt's hands itch. He wanted to touch it, to feel the change within his friend's body, but he didn't want to put his hands on Blaine without the other teen's permission, so he left it alone, clenching his hands into fists to stop the desire to reach out and run his fingers along the barely swollen flesh.
In the middle of his thoughts, a succession of taps on his window jerked him away and he looked over, surprised to find one of his dad's mechanics staring down at him. "Why are you here today? I thought you were off this afternoon," the man said, hands busy wiping down an oil slick wrench with a dirtied rag. Kurt rolled his eyes and stretched out of the rolled down window a bit, looking towards the shop.
"I just need to talk to my dad. Is he in?"
"Yeah, he's in his office on the phone. I think he's taking lunch soon so if I you want catch him, I'd do it now. We've been busy today."
"Okay. Thanks Frank."
"No prob, kid." The older man looked away from Kurt for a moment to glance at Blaine, "Is he gonna be alright?"
"Who? Blaine? Yeah, he's fine."
"He looks sick."
"He has the flu. Anyway, thanks again." His second thanks came out grittier than the last and Frank nodded, knowing when he was being dismissed. Once the mechanic was gone, Kurt rolled up the windows in the Nav and reached over to shake Blaine awake, careful that he didn't jar the boy too much and make him sick again. "Blaine? Hey, Abs. Wake up. We're here."
"Wha-" Blaine mumbled, heading lolling to the side as he struggled to wake up. Kurt poked at his shoulder again, jamming the point of his finger into the firm muscle a few times before Blaine groaned and swatted him away. "What do you want?"
"We're at the garage. C'mon. We've gotta catch dad before he goes back out on the floor."
"Can't I just stay here?"
"You'll get sick. It's too hot out here for you to sleep in the car. You can nap in dad's office if you want, but I'm not leaving you out here." When Blaine didn't respond, Kurt took the initiative, climbing out of the car to head to the passenger's side. He opened the door and unbuckled Blaine's seatbelt, pulling the sleepy boy into his arms and hefting him out of the car. Blaine jerked awake halfway through being moved and he whined, shoving at Kurt weakly.
"This is a bad idea. Can you take me home?"
"Just come with me to talk to my dad. I don't want to do this alone."
"Yeah well, I've done a lot of shit alone, without you, and you don't see me complaining," Blaine hissed, now much more awake than he was before. The bitter tone in his voice made Kurt's heart hurt and he started to open his mouth to offer an apology, but Blaine stopped him with a wave of his hand. "Save it," he growled out, moving to stand up and get out of the way as Kurt shut the car door. "Let's go find your dad."
They barely made it through the entrance to the shop when Blaine's name came ringing out of the garage; it was shrill and loud, high like a soprano, and when they both heard it echo across the room, they paled. Across the way, Rachel came storming, her dark hair blowing behind her from the speed she came barreling at them. Finn was sliding out from underneath a car, his coveralls covered in motor oil, and when he spotted his girlfriend stomping over to Kurt and Blaine, he frowned, quitting what he was doing to intercept.
"Rachel, wait!"
"Blaine Devon Anderson-Berry! What are you doing here?" Rachel screeched, halting in front of both boys with her hands on her hips. Her eyes were dark with rage and even though she was small, with the way she was standing and how heavy she was breathing, she was all kinds of scary. "Do our dads know you're here?!"
"No and they can't know."
"Why not? Why are you here? And with him no less!"
"Kurt knows-"
"He WHAT?"
Finn took that moment to step in between the siblings, squeezing between them to allow Blaine and Kurt to get some distance from the angry girl before them. "Kurt knows what? What's going on?"
"I can't tell you right now, Finn." Rachel pushed past her boyfriend to grab Blaine's arm. Tugging, she pulled him over towards one of the vending machines and once she felt that they were in a more private space, she leaned close to her little brother and spoke to him softly. "You told Kurt about the baby? What did he say?"
"He's going to help me. That's why we're here. He wants to tell Burt."
"Oh my god. But what if-"
"It'll be okay. I just want to go get this over with and go home."
At that, Rachel took a good look at her brother, frowning when she noticed how pale he looked. "Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to tell Kurt to talk to Burt on his own? I can take you home. I drove over here to see Finn over lunch-"
"No. No Rach, we're gonna do this together. I know... I know that I don't owe Kurt anything with the way he treated me, but I'd rather Burt hear it from me too. I just- it'd make me feel better," he pulled his jacket tighter around his form and glanced over to where Kurt and Finn were standing. The two guys were watching him closely, Finn's eyes darting between the two Berry siblings while Kurt's stayed locked on Blaine's belly.
Rachel caught Kurt's look and she shook her head, glaring at the boy before she turned back to Blaine. "I still don't like this."
"Well, you don't have to like it. It's my body, my baby, and I'll do what I want, okay?" He stepped back, wavering a bit in his steps, but quickly balanced himself, stalking over to where the other boys stood. Kurt was quick to wrap an arm around his elbow, tugging him closer.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine," Blaine whispered, glancing over his shoulder at Rachel before he turned back to Kurt. "Let's go get this over with. I want to go home."
"Okay."
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"One of the main things you have to be careful of is the R-R-Reddin gene."
Kurt rolled his eyes, falling back onto his bed to stare at his dad. It was bad enough that he was getting lectured about his sex life, but now he had to listen to his dad try and tackle the topic of male pregnancy. The older man was standing in the middle of the room, a bright blue booklet opened up in his hands as he read different highlighted portions of the book to his son. Occasionally, he turned the book over to show Kurt some pictures but then he'd go back to reading the pages, his face growing redder by the minute.
It was kind of endearing, if not totally creepy as well.
"I read that pamphlet yesterday when you gave it to me, dad. I know what the Reddin gene is. Plus, you had me tested - I don't even have it."
"But that doesn't mean that you won't sleep with someone who might and you have to be incredibly careful in a situation like that. Do you want to become a teenaged father, Kurt? Are you ready to give up all of your freedom to take care of a child?"
"Dad-"
"Your friend Quinn... remember what happened with her? Remember all the trouble she had when she found out she was pregnant? Do you want that to happen to you?"
"No-"
"Do you want to have to give up a part of your life to enter the workforce to make money for your kid? Are you wanting to give up your chance at going to college, your chance at getting out of this state just because you got someone pregnant? Do you get what I'm saying here, Kurt?"
"Yes, dad. I just- it won't happen. I'm safe. I'm always safe."
"You weren't that first time."
"Yeah, but it won't happen again."
"You sure?"
Kurt nodded, falling back on his bed to pull a pillow over his face. He let the heavy feeling suffocate him for a moment before he felt his dad smack at his foot. Removing the pillow, he glared up at his father and rolled his eyes, nodding once more. "Yeah, dad. I promise. I'll be safe."
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"Hey bud, what's going on?"
Kurt opened the office door a little wider, revealing Blaine who was standing just inches away from him, half shielded by Kurt's broad shoulder and taller form. The two teens froze in the doorway, Kurt standing tall and defiant as if he was ready to go into battle while Blaine hung back, scrunched small and hiding as if he were scared to even be there.
He was though. He really was.
"Kurt, what's going on? Blaine, is that you?"
"Hello Mr. Hummel," Blaine offered, his voice whisper quiet. He didn't dare mention to either Hummel man that there was a knot of fear nestled in the middle of his throat. That or the fact that he felt like he was going to throw up at any moment. The air around him was hot, reeking of oil and exhaust, and he needed to sit down. Sweat beaded on his brow and without thinking, he reached a hand forward, leaning against Kurt's shoulder for a minute as his fingers clenched around the waist of Kurt's pants.
"Blaine?"
"Can we sit?" The boy whimpered, his voice shaky and soft. Kurt nodded, stepping further into the office before he sat Blaine down in one of the chairs facing his dad's desk. Once he was sure Blaine was alright, he went back to close the door and flick on the desk fan, facing it to blow on Blaine. In the midst of all this, Burt watched the boys curiously, his eyes falling on Blaine moreso than his own son. Kurt's friend, the very same one who Burt hadn't seen all summer long, looked worse for wear. He was as white as a ghost, skinnier than Burt remembered, and even though he was tiny-framed, he was hunched over so much in his seat that it made Burt worry what in the world was going on. Kurt, on the other hand, was being unusually doting, buzzing around the room to do things to accommodate his friend... and it all seemed a little too weird.
"Is something going on? You okay, kid?" He asked Blaine, catching the boy's amber eyes for just a second before Blaine darted his gaze to the floor. From where he was sitting in his desk chair, he could easily telling how shaken up Blaine was. The teen was shivering in his seat even though it was hot and muggy in the room despite the fan blowing around them. Kurt dropped into the seat next to Blaine after several minutes of fluttering around the room and that's when Burt noticed that his son was holding out a cup of ice cold water from the cooler on the other side of the room. Blaine graciously took the cup, sipping on it slowly before he set it on Burt's desk.
The whole interaction was otherworldly, strange, and it just made the hair on the back of Burt's neck stand up a little more.
"I think you boys need to do some explaining because you're really confusing me right now."
Kurt looked up, his blue eyes (so much like his mother's) widening for a moment before he sucked his lower lip into his mouth and began nibbling at his lip ring. The soft tick of the metal against his teeth molded into the sound of the whirring fan and Burt rolled his eyes, slowly becoming annoyed at the secrecy around him.
"Kurt-"
"Blaine's pregnant... and it's mine. The kid's mine."
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Burt clicked off the beside light and scooted down in the bed, waiting for Carole to snuggle in next to him before he got too comfortable. Once his wife was nestled against his chest, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in a little closer, sniffing to breathe in the smell of her shampoo and sweet skin before he sighed and closed his eyes.
Next to him, Carole pushed her head into his chest and hummed, quiet after that, but only for a moment. "I overheard Finn and Rachel talking this afternoon."
"And?"
"I think we were right about Kurt and Blaine having sex with each other."
"Damn."
"Rachel asked Finn about Kurt's sexual history and his reputation and they got into a little argument about it. I ended up stepping in because I didn't want them to get too heated, but what I got from it all is that Rachel's really worried about Blaine. She said something about Kurt being heartless and you and I both know that Kurt's not like that."
"That boy has his mother's heart."
Carole nodded, her shower damp hair brushing Burt's chin with the movement. "And from what you've told me about Elizabeth, she was a wonderful, caring woman... and Kurt's a lot like her. He may have a rough exterior, but there's really not a bad bone in his body. So, something must be up."
"I always told Kurt that he mattered, that his feelings and his body mattered and that he was supposed to make sure he remembered that. But he was also supposed to remember that the people he was with mattered too. And if he really did have sex with Blaine and he did something to hurt him, I don't know what to think."
"That's probably something we'll have to let them figure out on their own." The two sat in silence for several minutes until Burt finally spoke up, his voice quiet.
"Were things this hard when we were teens, Carole?"
"Hell if I remember," the woman chuckled, leaning up to press a kiss against her husband's lips.
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"Blaine's pregnant?"
"Yes."
"Is this true?" Burt asked, directing his attention to the small teen sitting next to his son. If anything, Blaine shrunk down even further in his seat, body scrunching up towards the floor as he barely bothered to make eye contact with the man addressing him. Eyes scanning the boy before him, Burt took in Blaine's appearance: the laidback clothes, the lack of product in his hair, the strange color of his skin, and... the way his hands were hidden in his jacket pockets, tucked away in the fabric but still sitting heavy on his belly. "Blaine?"
"Yes sir. I'm pregnant... almost eleven weeks."
"Almost eleven weeks pregnant? That's what... three months? Close to four?"
"Yes sir." The hands Blaine had hidden in his pockets twitched; Burt couldn't keep his eyes off of them either, curiously watching his son's friend fidget nervously in his seat. "I'm about ten weeks and a day or two."
"Wow. That's... wow."
Kurt didn't say a word. He just sat there, his long fingers busy picking at the holes in his jeans as he listened to his dad and Blaine talk about the pregnancy. Burt seemed to be taking it well; he hadn't blown up yet and Blaine hadn't rushed from the room crying, so it was going better than he expected.
But then Burt turned to Kurt.
"So this is what you didn't want to talk to me about?"
"I- what?"
"I asked you if something happened between you and Blaine and you ran off. Obviously something did if Blaine's sitting here in front of me carrying my first grandchild and you're telling me that it's yours."
"Dad, I-"
"Blaine, do you mind giving us a minute alone?"
"Umm yeah, I could go outside-"
"No!" Kurt interjected, arm darting out to stop Blaine from getting up. He shot Blaine a dark look and the other boy remained seated, hands slipping from his pockets to cross over his chest. When Kurt was sure he was going to stay in his chair, he looked over at his dad. "Blaine had a hard time breathing out there. Can he stay in here while we got out there? If you want to talk privately, we can go outside or something."
Taking a look at Blaine's tired face, Burt nodded. Memories of the days when Elizabeth was pregnant with Kurt flooded his mind. He could remember the days when Lizzie was way too exhausted to do anything but lay in bed and read. Some days she couldn't bear to smell Burt's cologne or the smell of the garage that lingered on his clothes. On those days, she'd yell at him to leave the room while she ran to the bathroom to be violently sick, and now, over eighteen years later, he could see that very tired look on Blaine's face as he sat in the office chair, arms crossed over his chest and while he blinked tiredly at them.
"Fine. You and me. Outside. Come on now."
The Hummel men left Blaine alone, but not before Kurt refilled Blaine's cup and dragged the waste basket over to the chair... just in case, he said. After that, they both fled the office and waltzed past Finn and Rachel, the latter who was watching them carefully as they exited the building. Burt knew that she was worried, it was written all over her face, and he knew that her big sister instincts to protect were kicking in, especially since she obviously knew about the baby long before anyone in his family were told. Frowning, he took off his ball cap and scratched the top of his balding head, stepping out into the muggy summer air with Kurt not far behind. They walked over to the end of the parking lot, past Kurt's giant Navigator until they were well out of earshot.
Kurt turned towards his dad, his nimble fingers flicking his lighter on as he began to light the cigarette in his other hand - one that Burt didn't even realize that he had pulled out. "If you're mad that I didn't tell you sooner, I only found out today."
"That's not what I'm mad about."
"Then why did you want to talk to me alone? What could you possibly say that you couldn't say in front of Blaine?"
"Well, first off, kiddo: are you sure that kid's yours?"
Affronted, Kurt pulled the cigarette from his lips and stared in shock at his dad, mouth opened in an O like a fish. "Are you fucking serious right now?"
"Kurt, you know I don't know Blaine that well. I don't know anything about the kid and yeah, while he was a nice boy the first time I met him, I don't know him. He could be-"
"He was a virgin the night we slept together. He'd never even been kissed and we were drunk as fuck and I took his virginity, okay?"
"Bud-"
"And for you to stand here and say you don't believe that kid's mine really pisses me off, alright?" He took an angry puff on his cig before he exhaled the smoke and pressed two of his fingers against the bridge of his nose. "I fucking broke his heart. I left him that morning because I was scared, dad. I didn't want what happened to me to happen to him, so I left. I wasn't- I wasn't even thinking. I just walked away and left him alone and he woke up by himself and... that was it."
Burt nodded, still slightly shocked over what his son just told him. He knew Kurt liked Blaine, that much was obvious, but he never imagined his son doing what he did. That just wasn't Kurt. "So was it like a one night stand to you? Because I told you that you-"
"I matter! I know that! It was never supposed to be a one night stand. It was never supposed to happen, but it did and now Blaine's in there carrying my child and I've gotta be there for him!"
"Damn right you've gotta be."
"And I just- I want to make it up to him... for what I did."
"Well, I'm pretty sure that you bringing him here and telling me about the baby shows that you're trying, bud." The older man smacked a hand down on his son's shoulder, squeezing it as he looked over towards the front of the shop. Rachel was standing there, watching them with her arms crossed over her chest and a stern look deadlocked on her pretty face. "It looks like you've got a fan."
"Please. Rachel hates me. She's got a good reason too."
"She'll warm up eventually." He looked away from the watching girl and waited until his son finished his cigarette before he spoke again, "What about Blaine's parents? What do they think?"
"Blaine didn't tell them that he was going to tell me. They're not too big on me either. I mean, especially after what I did."
"He'll have to tell them sooner or later, especially if you start coming around throughout the pregnancy."
"But what if-" Kurt started, his voice soft. "What if Blaine doesn't want to keep it? What if he wants to have an abortion or put the baby up for adoption?"
"Then that's his choice. But, Kurt, if you want the baby, you're gonna have to talk to him about it too. You're the child's other father and Blaine wouldn't have come to you if he didn't want you to know."
"But I don't even know if I want it either. We're just... we're young dad. We're not even out of high school and we're having a kid. I don't even know if I want that kind of responsibility."
"Then talk to Blaine about it. You guys have to talk about this."
"If you say so," was all Kurt could say before he ran a hand through his thick hair and went walking off towards the garage again, leaving Burt to stand alone in the parking lot. As he walked away, Burt observed his son, now grown tall, a man, and he smiled sadly, holding his ball cap over his heart as he watched the boy disappear into the building. Long ago, that boy was his tiny, little boy, giggling with joy whenever his daddy would give him piggyback rides or would play tea party with him. And now his son had the whole world on his shoulders, the dilemma of possible fatherhood riding heavy on him, and it scared Burt to death. It scared him so much.
A/N: More people are finding out and it's getting closer to school starting again for the boys. How do you think everyone else is going to handle the pregnancy? And what do you think the boys want to do about the baby? What about their relationship? I'd love to know what you think! Anyway, thanks for reading and reviewing!