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.
Warning: Slight sexual situations in this chapter.
From Sebastian: I'm out of class. Meet me at the Bean in about an hour?
To Sebastian: I'll be there. Remember - hot chocolate and a cookie!
Blaine tossed his phone on his bed and went to put away his insane amount of homework. Hours before, his tutor came by and they went over a ton of material before the woman left for the day; but as she headed out, she assigned him several things of homework to do over the weekend, so he decided to get a headstart on it all while he had some free time. He didn't really make a dent in the pile of papers and readings he needed to do, but at least he started on it and that's what mattered the most.
"Taking a break?" A voice asked from the hall and Blaine looked up, smiling when he spotted his dad in the doorway.
"Going to grab a snack with Sebastian. I won't be long. He just wants to catch up."
"Sebastian, hmm? As in Sebastian Smythe, the boy who you said incessantly bothered you at Dalton?"
Blaine knew his dad was teasing him, but he rolled his eyes anyway. "He didn't incessantly bother me. He was just... uh, a little persistent? Sebastian's a bit of a player though and I'm not into that dad. Also, I'm-" He gestured at his belly and his father laughed.
"Speaking of the baby, have you talked to Kurt lately? I overheard Finn telling Rachel that he's been trying to get ahold of you, but you haven't answered his calls."
"It's complicated, dad. I don't really want to talk about it."
"What'd he do?"
"Nothing. That's the problem."
"So he didn't do anything and you're not talking to him because of it?"
"I... like I said, it's complicated." The teen stood up from his bed and went to sift around in his closet for something to wear, carelessly tossing out a cardigan and a pair of shoes that were suitable enough for the chilly autumn weather. Behind him, Leroy watched him closely, curious as to what was going on in his son's life, but after several minutes of silence, he decided to just head on back to what he was doing earlier.
"Well, if you ever need to talk, me and your dad will be there to listen. Okay?"
"Yes dad. Thank you. I love you."
"Love you too, Blaine. Be careful going to wherever you're going. It's starting to rain."
"Okay, I will." He waited until his dad was out of the room before he went to dig around for more clothes, finally deciding on a loose striped t-shirt to wear beneath his maroon cardigan. A pair of black pants and matching shoes completed the look, so he set the outfit out on his bed and went to take a quick shower before he left - he couldn't go out in public all smelly, now could he?
"I hope you're ready to hang out with your uncle Sebastian," he said to his belly, rubbing it as he made his way to the bathroom. "He's a little much sometimes, but we can handle him."
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"You're going to Rachel's today, right?"
Finn glanced up and nodded, his mouth full of pasta. "Yup. Gotta date. Why?"
"I need you to get Blaine to call me. He won't answer any of my texts and it's really ticking me off." The rainbow haired boy leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms over his chest, a scowl painting his face as he glared at the wall. "I get that he's mad at me. Yeah, okay. But we're having a baby together and the fact that he's shutting me out of that really pisses me off."
"Well, I can't guarantee that he'll listen to me, but I'll try to reason with him."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
With that, Finn finished his food and stood up, dumping his empty bowl in the sink before he squeezed past Kurt and took a soda from the fridge. For a moment, the two brothers watched each other and then Finn walked out, calling over his shoulder that he hoped Blaine would listen.
Kurt did as well, because the whole silent treatment thing not only made him angry, but it worried him too. Because what if Blaine had decided to move on? Sure, that's what Kurt wanted, but not yet. Not until after the baby was born. He couldn't handle seeing Blaine with someone else while he was carrying their child. Some other guy wasn't about to barge in and take what Kurt felt belonged to him. It wasn't going to happen and if he had to, he'd fight for Blaine.
He would... even though he knew that eventually, he'd have to let him go.
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"Killer! Over here!"
The pregnant teen turned towards the sound of his name and smiled when he spotted Sebastian sitting at one of the tables closest to the window. Nervously, he tugged on his coat, hoping it hid his baby bump just the tiniest bit (long enough that he had the chance to slip out of it without people noticing how pregnant he was), and made his way towards his friend. Sebastian watched him take off his outerwear before he took his seat and once Blaine was seated, the other boy slid a giant steaming cup of hot cocoa across the table along with a plate of two double chocolate cookies.
"Oh my god. Double chocolate and hot cocoa! How did you know that's what I wanted?"
"Well, a certain someone mentioned yesterday that they'd been craving chocolate and they said they couldn't have coffee and would prefer hot chocolate so... there you go."
"But the cookies?"
"Craving for chocolate ring a bell? I just guessed."
"Well, you sir are a lifesaver," Blaine gushed, biting into one of the cookies with gusto. "Mmm, these are amazing. You want one?"
"Nah. I ate on the way over, but thanks."
For a while, they sat in silence. Blaine polished off his cookies quickly, slightly embarrassed to how fast he ate them, but Sebastian waved him off, claiming that he had an excuse since there was a parasite living off of him. "Rude," Blaine grumbled, rolling his eyes at his friend and Sebastian laughed.
"What? That's what it is, isn't it? Babies are parasites. They basically feed off of you and then after they're born, they continue to drain you dry until they're adults. It's disgusting."
"Babies aren't disgusting. I'm offended you called my baby disgusting."
"Not your baby in general. Just... well, babies. Your kid at least has a chance; it has you as a parent."
A blush filled Blaine's cheeks and he looked down, shaking his head. Sebastian may have not been his type, but the boy certainly knew how to flirt. "Bas-"
"Not flirting. Just stating the obvious." Smirking, the boy took a sip of his coffee and then began talking about the lacrosse team at Dalton, switching the conversation so that Blaine didn't feel so flustered. "I'm team captain this year. Obviously. We don't start until the spring, but we've been holding try-outs and I'm hoping to build a great team this year."
"I'm sure you will," Blaine mumbled, taking a drink of his cooling hot chocolate. He sat and listened to Sebastian talk about Dalton and the more he listened, the more he missed his old school. There was something special about Dalton that none of his previous schools had. Dalton was more inclusive, the students were nicer, and the atmosphere was amazing. Private school was amazing, basically... and public school made Blaine want to puke. "God, I miss Dalton so much."
"It's a shame you can't come back. Everybody misses you too."
"If I could transfer back, I totally would. McKinley's just... awful. It smells bad and the people there are terrible. The New Directions are nice, but they aren't the Warblers. From the few weeks I was a part of them, they were just too disorganized. There wasn't a set group of leaders and I bet they still don't have a set list for Sectionals thought up yet. Rachel was ranting about it the other night."
"The Warblers have had our set list ready for weeks now."
"See? I miss that! I wish I never had to transfer out."
"Ahh, but then you wouldn't have met the love of your life at a house party and got knocked up," Sebastian joked, raising his coffee cup in the air as a toast. Blaine scoffed at him and tossed a balled up napkin at his friend's head.
"Shut up. You know what I mean."
"Do I?"
Behind them, the ding of the door to the shop sounded and a bustle of footsteps came in; a group of college girls who were talking rather loudly shuffled up to the register and began ordering what they wanted in rapid fire, their high pitched voices echoing throughout the store. A second ding sounded as yet another group of Lima Community College students entered and Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the group, "Looks like we aren't the only ones who decided to get coffee today."
"I'd say."
"You want another cookie?"
Blaine's eyes lit up. "Oh my god, yes! How did you know?"
"I can hear your stomach growling from all the way over here. Unless that's your kid growling and demanding food... but anyway, it's loud. Also I need a refill on my coffee and if you get a refill, you get a free cookie. I'll be right back."
"Okay. Thank you."
As Sebastian went to wait in the long line, Blaine dug out his phone and sighed at the numerous amount of texts that were sitting in his inbox, unread and ignored. All of them were from Kurt. Maybe I should answer him, he thought, opening the message box to read what his ex-lover had sent him. Most of the messages were Kurt asking Blaine to call him, then there were some questions about his well-being as well as the baby's. Finally, the last text that was sent just that morning read: I wish you'd call me. "I wish you'd love me," Blaine murmured to himself, letting his fingers tap across the screen as he began to finally reply to the boy who kept breaking his heart. When the message was finally sent, he placed his phone on the table and sat back in his seat, patting his belly discreetly before he glanced over at the register and found Sebastian walking back towards the table with a fresh cup of coffee and two more cookies.
"You got me two more cookies?"
"You looked like you could use them." The boy gestured to the phone. "The baby daddy?"
"It always is."
"What'd he do anyway?"
Blaine shook his head, taking one of the warm cookies from the plate and breaking it in half. "It's really complicated. I don't want to talk about it."
"If you say so," was all Sebastian could add before he began drinking his coffee and while Blaine nibbled on his cookie, the other boy watched him closely, curious as to who in the world could fluster the once debonair teen he'd known for almost two years. What kind of guy got you, Blaine? What did he do to you?
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From Blaine: I'm busy, Kurt. I'll call you later.
To Blaine: Can I come over? I need to talk to you.
From Blaine: Not right now. I'm swamped with homework. Maybe later.
Maybe later, Kurt's mind hissed as he stood outside the door to the Lima Bean. I'm swamped with homework. Maybe later. He clutched his phone tighter in his hand and glared at the couple he could see from his position in the doorway. The line to the register stretched all the way outside and even though Kurt wasn't in the building, he could easily see most of the people inside, especially the douche-bag looking guy in the polo with the popped collar who was staring at Blaine like he wanted to eat him alive.
Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing with Blaine? Who do you think you are? Can't you see he's pregnant?
"You keep staring at your phone," the guy sitting with Blaine said and Blaine made an exasperated noise, dropping his head into his hands.
"He just keeps calling me. Or texting me. It's-"
"Driving you up the wall?"
"Yes."
Kurt shook his head, anger flaring up his spine as he listened to the conversation. He was so close to them now since he moved up in line, still out of their sight thanks to the plant he was stuck beside, but he could hear every word they said. The guy sitting across from Blaine looked familiar, like Kurt had seen him before, but despite his familiarity, Kurt wanted nothing more to go up and punch the guy in the face.
"I can't believe you have baby daddy drama. It's hilarious."
"It's not that funny, Bas-"
Bas? What kind of name is that? Kurt shoved his phone in his back pocket and stepped out of the line, done with hearing (or seeing) anymore of Blaine and this random douche-bag enjoying each other's company. "Busy with homework, my ass," he grumbled to himself as he stalked his way back to the Navigator. His heart ached from the pain of seeing the person he loved the most spending time with someone else - all this after he lied to Kurt about being busy - and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Because Blaine lied to him; Blaine ignored him for weeks and then blew him off to go have coffee with some random guy knowing damn well that Kurt wanted to talk to him.
"Fuck him," he hissed, throwing open the car door without a care, the resounding creak filling his ears as he climbed inside and slammed it back shut. "Fuck him and that fucking prick he's with."
Kurt was livid, pissed... and he was going to do something about it. Because if Blaine could dick him over like that, then why couldn't Kurt do it?
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Hours after meeting up with Sebastian for hot cocoa and (several) cookies, Blaine came home with a bit of a skip in his step. It was nice to have someone to talk to that wasn't one of his family members and after spending a few hours with one of his old friends, Blaine felt a million times better after the hellish few weeks he'd had. Smiling, he shrugged off his coat and went upstairs, ignoring the sounds of Rachel and Finn arguing over something trivial in her bedroom as he fled to his own room and went to change into something more comfortable.
As fast as he could, he stripped down to his underwear and threw on a pair of pajama pants, rushing to the bathroom for a potty break before he went to lay down. In the midst of hanging the hand towel back up to dry, he paused, standing in front of his bathroom mirror while he stared at his shirtless form, allowing his fingers to trail over his swollen stomach as he looked at how much his body had changed within the last six months. It was strange for him to see the changes; a long time ago, he'd been thin, quite slender, yet stocky, and now he had a belly on him. Sure, there was a child growing in there, but he still felt fat, especially when he poked the soft pudges of fat that padded his hipbones. His body was changing fast and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to look at himself without wanting to gag - he was getting to that part of the pregnancy faster than he expected. But, right now, he'd put off the self-depreciating thoughts and think about the positives of his changing body: he had a child depending on him and his body needed to morph to make sure that child came out okay... and that was all that mattered.
A loud yawn overtook him and he smiled, rolling his eyes as he cupped his stomach. "Tired, baby?" He asked, directing the question at his belly. His daughter nudged her foot into his side and he nodded to himself, stepping out of the bathroom to finish getting dressed. Lazily, he pulled on a t-shirt and a hoodie and climbed into bed, thankful that his family knew of his random napping sprees and would leave him alone for the next few hours. As he settled down, he could hear Finn and Rachel's argument growing louder and he sighed, pulling the blankets over his head.
For a couple who claimed to have strong feelings for each other, he never understood why his sister and her boyfriend fought so much. He'd give anything to have a relationship with the person he loved, but instead of being close like Finn and Rachel were, the person he cared about the most would rather be just friends and then toy with his emotions instead of allowing things to happen naturally.
You miss him, his mind taunted and Blaine closed his eyes, sinking further into the nest of blankets. "Do you miss your other daddy, baby?" He asked his belly, pressing his hand against the spot where he last felt her move. A flutter of kicks bounced against his right side in answer. "Yeah. I do too."
Down the hall, the sound of Rachel shrieking about something filled the air, followed by Finn trying to appease her, and Blaine's heart sadly throbbed as he wished the two would head out or something so he wouldn't have to hear them fight and make-up while he was stuck in his bedroom all alone.
And, god, wasn't it sad how he was always oh-so-lonely these days?
Down in Rachel's room, the sound of a lovey-dovey duet filtered through the walls and Blaine groaned. Well, there goes my good mood. Huffing, he pulled a pillow away from the other side of his bed and wrapped himself around it, tucking his small body against it as he tried to drown out the sounds from the other side of the house. The baby, also affected by the sounds of singing, kicked sporadically at his belly button and he cupped a hand over the swell of his belly, nuzzling his face into the pillow as he struggled to fall asleep to the sound of Rachel and Finn singing to each other. It was a tough thing to do, but within an hour, he was fast asleep, lost the ever-occuring dreams of being kissed by a man with hair like a rainbow and eyes like a morning sky.
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"Long time, no see, Hummel!" A voice called out from the bar and Kurt grinned, strutting towards a group of regulars. Scandals was packed, as was expected for a Friday night, and it had been a very long time since Kurt had even set foot in the establishment. Not since he and Blaine... nope, stop that. Fuck Blaine. Biting his lip, Kurt took a seat at the bar and snapped his fingers, ignoring a handsy patron as the bartender sidled up to him and took his drink order. Within moments, his hands were full of a strong alcoholic beverage and he sucked it down, greedily accepting another from one of the guys. This particular dude was someone he used to like to dance with back when he was younger and had just started frequenting Scandals. Back then, the guy flirted with him a lot and Kurt figured that since the guy liked to buy him drinks, then he'd take them. The first few times, they fumbled around in the bathroom, lips on necks and hands in pants, but they never got any further than that... and they never would because after a while, Kurt heard that the guy had a knack for going home with sketchy people and Kurt wasn't about to get an STD thanks to a careless hook-up in a bar restroom.
"I haven't seen your pretty face in a while, Kurt. Welcome back," the guy (Tom, Kurt's mind added) purred as he took a seat on the stool next to him. "Did you settle down or something?"
"No," Kurt said, shrugging off the pangs of Blaine's betrayal as he gulped down his second drink. "Just really busy with school and shit. You know how it is."
"Oh yeah. You're a senior this year, right? How's that going?"
"Good. I'm gonna get out of this shithole. I've applied to schools in New York and the second I graduate, I'm gone." Not really, his mind added. You've got a baby on the way, remember? But he shoved those thoughts aside and graciously took yet another drink from Tom, drinking it just as fast as the last one. The strength of those beverages began to hit him like a freight train and he swayed a bit, leaning against Tom for a moment and giggling when his friend laughed at him.
"You trying to get wasted tonight, cutie?"
"You know it."
"Well then, bring on the drinks!"
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Finn plopped down on his bed and stretched his long body out, looking up at the ceiling as a dopey look spread across his face. Tonight was a good night, he thought, smiling a bit wider as he remembered Rachel allowing him access to touch her boob over her shirt. They'd been singing duets all day (with the occasional fight about what song to sing) but after a few hours of just hanging out, they began kissing and that's when Rachel grabbed his hand and stuck it on her chest... and it was nice.
Of course, they didn't do anything more than that - Rachel told him that she wasn't ready to go further, especially since her younger brother was proof of what could possibly happen if they did do it, so they were taking things slow and Finn was fine with that.
And as long as Rachel let him continue doing that while they were kissing, he'd be perfectly content with it for a while.
Still thinking of Rachel, Finn closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander, his mind lost in the memory of the feeling of Rachel beneath his hands. He was so far gone that he missed his phone buzzing away on the mattress next to him, but when it buzzed enough that it finally bumped his thigh, he snapped back to reality and grabbed it up, confused at the sight of Kurt's name onscreen. "Hello?"
"Hey Finn!" Kurt's words were slurred and very, very loud; so loud it was rather unnerving. Something was up.
"Kurt? You okay?"
"I'm fine, Finn. Ha! Fine Finn! Finn fine! Finally fine Finn Finley!" The other boy began giggling uncontrollably and Finn sat up, glancing over at the clock to check the time. It was nearing midnight, Burt and Carole were out on a date still, and he was home alone... and Kurt? Kurt was god knows where drunk off his ass. In the background, Finn could hear someone else's voice mention something about drinks and Kurt screamed out a yeah followed by a bunch of curse words that caused whoever was offering to buy him the drink to laugh.
"Kurt... man, where are you?"
"I'm at Scandals. Duh!"
"Scandals? The gay bar?"
"No. Scandals the only zoo in Lima!" The other boy seemed to think what he said was hilarious because then he was bursting out in laughter again. "Oh shit, I'm so fucking funny. Finn, this is like a zoo! We've got bears and everything." Another chuckle trickled through the line ("Ha, bears!") and Finn shook his head, pulling his iPad out from under the bed so he could google the address to Scandals.
"Dude, you're drunk. You probably shouldn't drink anymore."
"I drink all the time, Finn! You're not my dad, so fuck off."
"Think about the baby, Kurt. Is this really something a future father would do? What- What about Blaine?"
"Fuck Blaine! Fuck him! Don't even talk about him, okay? Fuck him!" On the line, a chorus of laughter and cheers sounded; the bar was going wild over Kurt's outburst and all Finn could think of was the last few weeks of constant ignored phone calls and texts - and Kurt asking him to talk to Blaine that morning, of which Finn didn't do.
"Kurt-"
"I've gotta go, Finn! There's this guy here and he fucking adores me. Ciao!" Then there was nothing but silence, leaving Finn with an unsettled feeling in his belly. Worried, he flipped through his contacts and found a number he rarely called but had saved just in case of an emergency. For a few seconds it rang and rang and rang (making Finn worry some more that the person wasn't going to answer his calls either), but then there was a click followed by the tired voice of a someone who's slumber was obviously interrupted.
"Umm... Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
"It's Finn. I need your help."
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Blaine blinked sleepily, hands gripping the steering wheel as he drove through downtown Lima. His phone was laying in the passenger seat, discarded after he snuck outside and climbed into his car earlier, but unlike before the silent object bothered him more than anything. Because, less than an hour prior, he received a frantic phone call from Finn about Kurt and ever since then, he'd been calling his ex-lover non-stop, texting him and leaving him voicemails begging him to just call. However, Kurt flipped the script, doing what Blaine did the last few weeks, and he didn't answer one time. Not once.
So now Blaine was stuck in his car driving to some shady nightclub on the other side of town, a lump in his throat as he thought about Kurt getting drunk somewhere all because of the way Blaine had acted over the last few weeks. I should have answered his calls. I should have texted him back.. What was I thinking?
You were thinking about your well-being, his mind reaffirmed, but it felt wrong to him. He felt at fault and he'd never forgive himself if Kurt did something stupid and got hurt all because he felt bad enough to go out and get plastered. Exhaling shakily, he turned into the parking lot that he spotted Finn's truck in and once he had pulled the car into a good space, he shut the vehicle off and sat back in his seat, taking a quick breather before he climbed out into the cold autumn air. Across the lot stood Finn and when the taller boy spotted Blaine's car, he began making his way over, waving as Blaine got out of the car.
"Glad you made it here safe."
"Is he still in there?"
"Yeah. He called me again and said something about getting another drink, so we should probably get him before he gets too crazy."
Blaine nodded, dropping his hand to his stomach as the baby flip-flopped inside of him. It was like she was just as nervous as he was and he frowned, glancing over at the looming bar with worry. "Do you have an ID to get in? I doubt they'll let you in without one."
"I... uh... you mean a fake ID?"
"Yeah."
"Crap. No, I don't have one. Do you?"
Blaine fished around in his back pocket for a sec and then pulled out a card, handing it over to Finn. There was a guy on it who looked similar to Blaine and his age said he was 25, hailing from California. "Dude, this is awesome. Where'd you get it?"
"My friend Sebastian gave it to me a few years ago. I-" Before he could finish, a voice called his name out across the parking lot and Blaine looked up, surprised to see the very person he was just talking about come racing over. "Bas?"
"What in the world are you doing here? Aren't you a little too preggo to be partying?"
"I'm not here to party," Blaine hissed, snatching his ID out of Finn's hands. "I need to find someone and get them home before they do something stupid."
"Well, based on the look on your face, I'm guessing that that someone is your deadbeat baby-daddy." Sebastian ignored Finn's protest and smirked, crossing his arms over his chest when Blaine's face paled. "Thought so. I can't believe the calvary's sending you in all your seahorse glory to get some drunkard. Strange."
"Bas, please don't-"
"Aww, don't get upset." The other guy teased, winking as he threw an arm over Blaine's shoulders. "C'mon. I'll help you look." Gently, he pulled Blaine towards the doors, leaving Finn all by his lonesome in the parking lot. When they got close enough to the club, Sebastian sighed, "I had dreams about coming here with you, but this was not one of them."
"Bas, please-"
"Okay, okay. I'm done. No more horsing around. Let's go find your baby-daddy so you can go home. You look like shit."
"Yeah, thanks a lot. I appreciate your concern."
"You're welcome." The taller teen joked as he opened the door and waited for Blaine to step inside, placing his hand on the small of Blaine's back as he guided his friend to the bouncer. "You ready?"
"No."
"Well, get ready because we're going in."
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Kurt stuffed his phone into his back pocket and smiled brightly, running a hand through his rainbow hair as a random man danced up against him on the dancefloor. The music was electric, its booming sound like a current in the air, and there was a hot press of bodies of all shapes and sizes out there with him. Someone was grinding on his thigh, another was holding his waist, and he felt like he was in heaven.
As he danced, he ignored the faint buzzing of his phone tingling against his ass and after what felt like the twentieth straight phone call, he pulled the offending object out of his pocket and shut it off completely, ignoring the name Blaine as it showed up on his caller ID once again.
"Fuck him," he growled out, yanking a random patron close to him as he rolled his hips into the other man's thigh.
"That's right, baby. Fuck him. Fuck him all night." Another person urged and Kurt danced a little harder, the liquor running through his veins feeling more and more like a molten fire burning inside him. Beside him, Tom showed up with yet another drink and Kurt took it quickly, gulping it down within seconds.
"Thanks babe."
"You're welcome, Hums. You are quite the entertainer tonight, cutie. Do you even see yourself? So sexy."
"It must be the lip ring," Kurt teased, flicking his tongue out to taste the cool metal that was attached to his lip. Across from him, someone moaned and Kurt preened, fisting a hand in his hair to tug at it sinfully, his own moans mixing in with the sexual beat of the music. "So hot."
"Yeah, you are." Someone agreed and Kurt smiled brightly, looking up into dark brown eyes. They were warm like chocolate and drunk with desire. "Dance with me?" The man with the pretty eyes asked and Kurt relented, pushing in closer to the attractive stranger.
"You new here?"
"I'm visiting."
"Oh, an out-of-towner. Great!" Kurt leaned in close, nuzzling his cheek against the man's curly brown hair. "You're a good dancer!"
"And you're smokin' hot."
Before Kurt knew it, the other man's lips were on his, his tongue darting out to taste Kurt's while their lips pushed together roughly. He tasted like coconut and for some odd reason (in Kurt's drunk, drunk mind), he couldn't figure out why his heart raced at the familiar taste.
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Blaine closed his eyes as he fell into step behind Sebastian as the two of the them entered Scandals. The bouncer barely looked at their IDs and waved them in, going back to the magazine he was reading when the boys strode past him. The music boomed in the tiny bar and streams of rainbow colored lights splashed around the room as the bass accelerated and the bodies out on the dance floor slipped into an endless groove.
"Where do you think he'd be?" Blaine asked quietly, his hand trailing over his belly as he pushed his way through a crowd of mingling people. Sebastian peered over the group and shrugged his shoulders, turning back to Blaine.
"How am I supposed to know? I've never even met the guy." His voice was loud, but it had to be over the music. A few of the other patrons turned their heads towards Sebastian's voice and one of them smirked at the sight of Blaine standing there in a pair of blue jeans and a loose Ohio State hoodie.
"You new here, cutie? Those aren't dance floor friendly clothes-" The man paused as he took in Blaine's sandals, "Or shoes."
"I'm not here to mingle. I'm looking for a friend."
"Shame. You're awfully cute."
"I'm awfully taken," Blaine lied, knowing damn well that he and Kurt never cemented what they were, but since he was pregnant with Kurt's child, it only felt right to not be with anyone else. Plus, he loved Kurt with all his heart even though he knew Kurt didn't feel the same. Swallowing the now-present knot in his throat, Blaine turned away from the man and squished his way over by the bar, eyes widening when he caught the eye of one Dave Karofsky sitting a few seats down. "Karofsky?"
"Oh shit-"
Sebastian pushed his way through the crowd and leaned against the bar beside Blaine, eyes narrowing when he saw Dave staring at Blaine like a deer caught in the headlights. "I take it you know Yogi over there?"
"Yogi? Like the bear?" Blaine asked, ignoring his friend's huff as he continued to watch Karofsky's scared look. "What are you doing here?"
"I uh- I-" Dave stuttered. His fingers tightened around his drink - a beer, Blaine noticed - and his eyes darted to the table. "I-"
"Dave's a regular. Aren't you, cub?" Sebastian teased, moving closer to the embarrassed football player to nudge him playfully. "I didn't know you two knew each other. You go to McKinley?"
"Yeah." Both boys answered quietly, Dave looking up when Blaine spoke at the same time he did. They stared at each other for a few moments before Blaine remembered why he was even in the smoky bar in the first place. Coughing, he glanced around the room for a bit and rubbed at his stomach, choosing not to acknowledge the strange looks he was getting from the other patrons. "Dave, have you seen Kurt? Is he here?"
"Hummel? Yeah, he came in earlier. Why? You two fighting or something?"
"I... don't know. He wouldn't answer his phone earlier and he didn't respond to my texts. I just- Finn said he was here and he's outside waiting so... you don't know where Kurt went at all?"
"Can't say that I do. Sorry."
Sebastian watched their exchange carefully. He waited until they both quit talking to jump into the conversation, "Maybe we can go looking for him? Blaine, you're starting to look a little green and if you ralph on my shoes, I'm gonna be pissed so why don't we split up and see if we can find him before you puke on someone. This shithole's small enough that it shouldn't take long. I'll go on the dance floor. Dave or whatever your name is, you case around here... and killer, you stay close - maybe near the walls or something. We'll meet back here in five minutes, okay? If we don't find him, we'll go look outside."
Blaine stared at his friend in shock. That was the most he'd ever heard Sebastian say at once, especially when it didn't involve him making a pass at someone. Brows furrowed, the smaller teen shook his head at his friend, "You don't even know what he looks like."
"Hummel? Yeah, he does," Dave said, causing Blaine's eyebrows to raise up in surprise.
"I know him?" Sebastian asked. Dave took a few seconds to think of what to say, but then he said something about rainbow hair and facial piercings and it was like dawn broke out on Sebastian's face. "Your baby daddy is Punky Pony?"
"...Punky Pony?"
"Jesus. Never thought that was your type, killer. If I'd have known back then, I would've dyed my hair and put a few holes in my head. Shit."
Blaine rolled his eyes and shoved Sebastian slightly, squeezing past him to head towards the end of the bar. "If you find him, bring him back to the bar, please? Thanks." Behind him, he could hear Sebastian and Dave say something to each other, but he tuned them out as he strolled through the bar. The cigarette smoke was getting to him, but he pushed down the nausea and kept looking, not about to leave the joint without Kurt in tow. For the next few minutes, he looked and looked, but couldn't find Kurt anywhere. Instead of seeing a shock of bright hair anywhere in the building, all he saw was haze thanks to the smoke being blown all around him. A few guys laughed at him when he darted past them with his hand covering his face, but he had to in order to keep the sick feeling down.
As the minutes ticked away, it became harder to breathe and especially hard to swallow thanks to the ever present knot his throat from the nausea; it wasn't long before Blaine had to admit defeat, sinking into the safety of the men's restroom to catch a breather. The air in the dimly lit room wasn't much better, stale and thick with the smell of urine and sex, but Blaine took what he could get and sucked in a few precious breaths before a soft moan caused all the air in his lungs to freeze.
It sounded like Kurt.
Pausing, Blaine laid in wait, listening to the sounds of breathless whimpers and the wet slurps of someone's lips on somebody else's before the moans started again. Scared, Blaine directed his attention to the only stall whose door was shut. There were two pairs of legs peeking out from underneath and one of them was wearing a very familiar pair of studded boots. One set of legs kneeled as the person dropped to their knees on the floor and then the sounds grew more heated. As things obviously became more sexual, Blaine's stomach flipped and fear trickled up his spine. Tears pricked his eyes but he swallowed back the knot in his throat and stepped forward, bravely knocking his fingers against the closed door, not caring if he was interrupting anything.
Please don't be Kurt. Please, please, please don't be Kurt.
"What do you want?" A gravelly voice growled out, but Blaine remained silent, knowing that if he spoke at all, he would lose it completely, so he went back to knocking. The person who answered him before grumbled and stood up, unlocking the door in a rage. When they forcefully pushed it open, the door almost hit Blaine. However, the teen was smart enough to step back just a bit, his eyes never leaving the stall; when the door fell fully open, everything came to light. Everything.
Kurt was there straddling the toilet seat, standing with his pants pulled down below his ass. His hard dick hit heavy against his stomach, slick with spit (Blaine had obviously interrupted a blow job), and the other man (some guy who had to be in his late 30s, early 40s) had his hand wrapped around it, lust blown dark eyes angry and focused on Blaine.
"The fuck you want, kid?!"
Blaine didn't realize he was looking at Kurt's cock until the man spoke and then he looked up, eyes immediately catching Kurt's. His lover was staring back at him, looking a million percent mortified, remorseful, and somewhat drunken.
"Blaine-"
No. No no no no no no.
Seeing Kurt standing there, his lips kiss swollen red and his dick slick with some other man's spit and in that same dude's hand was like someone dumped a whole bucket of ice water on his head. His chest locked up and his stomach churned, the tears that had begun to fill his eyes earlier now overflowing and cascading down his cheeks. Behind him, he heard the door open, followed by a familiar voice saying Oh fuck but he couldn't turn around. Instead he kept on staring at Kurt while his mouth opened and closed like a fish, out of breath and wordless. The man Kurt was with began grumbling about the amount of people in the room, but all Blaine could hear was muffled voices and some sort of dull roar that had overtaken him the second Kurt said his name. A hand landed on his shoulder (Sebastian's) and he stepped back, bumping into Dave as he struggled to get out of the stuffy room and outside. They tried to stop him, he could feel their hands on his body, but he just jerked away from them, pushing his way out of the bathroom and through the crowd of smokers.
He had to get out of there before he completely lost it. Before he completely broke down.
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Everything happened so fast in the beginning.
One second he was getting a pretty terrible blow job from some random he met on the dance floor and the next, he was staring across the bathroom at Blaine. As soon as he caught Blaine's eye, he knew that he made a huge mistake. The heartbreak and betrayal that registered in those expressive golden eyes made Kurt feel like the worst person on the planet.
And then Blaine ran away.
It didn't click in his mind that the guy who came in after Blaine was that same guy he saw with him at the Lima Bean earlier that day (in fact, that guy had been at Scandals tons of times in the past and it still didn't click in Kurt's mind.) It also didn't click to him that Dave Karofsky was getting a full frontal look at his dick either - all that mattered was that Blaine was getting away and Kurt needed to stop him quick. Grunting at his half-nakedness, he stuffed his half-hard cock into his pants and zipped them up, shoving past the random to get out of the stall. He plowed his way through Karofsky and the other guy, partially falling through the restroom door and out into the annoying group of people who liked to stand in front of it and talk.
"Fuck! Move!" He hissed, shouldering past the group and into the main section of the bar. The sound of Britney Spears' Womanizer blared through the speakers and Kurt wondered to himself if someone out there was making fun of him. Huffing, he ran through the bar and out of the building, skidding to a stop (and swaying slightly from his drunken state) to find himself staring into a Blaine-less parking lot.
Then he spotted Blaine's car exiting the back lot.
"Blaine! Blaine, wait!" He shouted, running in the direction of the fleeing car. Blaine floored it, his tires screaming out of the lot, the car disappearing from Kurt's sight before he had the chance to wave his arms in the air. "Fuck. Fuck! Blaine!"
The doors to Scandals opened and Karofsky stepped out, shaking his head when he saw Kurt kicking at the asphalt, fingers tangled in his rainbow hair.
"Hummel? You okay?"
"Does it look like I'm fucking okay, David?" Kurt screamed, stomping his heavy boots against the ground. He stormed over to the side of the building and pulled his arm back, ignoring Karofsky's shout to stop. His fist slammed into the concrete seconds later, sending a roar of pain up his arm and he cursed, cradling his hand to his chest. "Fucking fuck. FUCK!"
"Your friend's not very bright, now is he?" A voice asked from behind him and Kurt whirled around, eyes narrowing at the sight of the boy he saw Blaine with earlier that day.
"You! You fucking prick!"
"Excuse me?" The boy asked, raising a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't think we've ever spoken, Rainbow Brite. So what could I have ever done to offend you? Can't possibly be more than the way you're offending me right now with that god awful hairstyle you've got going on."
Karofsky muttered something to try to stop them both from fighting, but Kurt leapt forward anyway, rage blazing in his eyes as he threw himself at the snarky boy in front of him. Rolling his eyes, Karofsky jumped in between the two and caught Kurt around the waist, hauling him back.
"I'll fucking kill you!" Kurt screamed as he fought against Dave's grasp. His fists swung wildly at the other guy before him. "This is all your fault, you fucking meerkat faced dick!"
The boy smirked, "My fault? You mean what just happened in there? Nah, that was all you. How you ever managed to bag Blaine Anderson-Berry, I'll never know, but you must be a complete idiot to cheat on that. Especially since he's pregnant with your kid - god, you're a dumbass, aren't you?"
"Fuck you!" Kurt fought against Karofsky's hold more, fists swinging as he thrashed. As he struggled, Karofsky began yelling for someone to help him and footsteps pounded across the parking lot, followed by another set of arms grabbing onto him. Yelling, Kurt kicked and screamed for several more seconds, finally freezing when he heard the familiar tone of his brother's voice in his ear.
"Kurt, please calm down. C'mon man."
"Finn?"
"C'mon. Let's get you home."
"But Blaine, he-"
"You're drunk, Kurt. C'mon."
Kurt shook his head, looking back up at the nameless guy before him. "I'm not leaving until I kick the shit out of that asshole!"
"Not really sure why you want to beat me up when you're the one who broke Blaine's heart, but whatever floats your boat, dollface."
"Sebastian, stop-"
At the sound of the name, Kurt's eyes widened. He swayed a bit on his feet, still stuck between Finn and Karofsky. "Sebastian? Blaine's friend from Dalton?"
"The very same. Sebastian Smythe at your service."
"Oh fuck."
"Yeah, oh fuck," Sebastian teased, shaking his head. He uncrossed his arms from over his chest and dug his phone out of his back pocket. "You dug yourself into a huge hole, didn't you?"
"But you- I thought- I-"
"Thought Blaine was cheating on you with me? Yeah, I wish. I've been trying to get into his pants for ever but he wanted a relationship and those are things that I do not do. Of course, seeing as how he's pregnant and alone right now, I guess he didn't get what he wanted anyway, but whatever. Not my problem."
"If it's not your problem, then why'd you help us look for Kurt tonight?" Finn asked, holding Kurt a little tighter as the shorter boy began to fidget in his arms after Sebastian's words.
"Blaine's my friend and he needed help. Nothing more. Now if you'll excuse me, I've been out here for way too long and now that killer's gone, there's no need for me to stick around with you McKinley losers." Without a parting glance, Sebastian turned and headed back into Scandals, leaving the other three guys in the parking lot alone. Once he was gone, Finn turned to look at Karofsky, gesturing with a jerk of his head towards his truck. Karofsky nodded and helped Finn drag Kurt to the car, tossing the tipsy boy inside.
"Are you going to be okay to get him home?" Karofsky asked nervously, peering into the back window as he watched Kurt frantically try to call Blaine's cellphone.
"We'll be okay. Are you- do you-"
"Please don't tell anyone you saw me here. I... I just-"
Finn nodded, pursing his lips. He looked back at his truck and then back up at Karofsky. "I get it. I'm not gonna say anything."
"Thanks."
"I've gotta get him home. Thanks for the help, man."
"No problem. See you in school."
"Yeah. Same to you." With those parting words, Finn climbed into the truck, glancing at Kurt out of the corner of his eye as he started up the car. Kurt still had his phone to his ear, quietly mumbling pick up, pick up, pick up under his breath, only to curse and stomp his foot when he got the answering machine. Shaking his head, Finn pulled out of the parking lot and began the drive home, the only sound in the car being Kurt's muttered curses and the quiet rings coming from his repeated calls to Blaine.
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The clock on the dashboard said that it was nearing three in the morning, meaning that Blaine had been out looking for Kurt for an hour or so. Though it didn't feel that long - in fact, it felt longer, like he had been out for years and just got back, weighed down with a million pounds of heartache. It was like he couldn't get the image of Kurt with another man out of his mind. It played like a movie in his thoughts as he drove home and even though he hadn't broken down just yet (just had a few unfortunate tears fall in the crossfire), he felt like he was just seconds from completely losing it.
Sniffling, he opened his car door and looked up at the house, watery eyes locking in on the fact that the lights were on in the living room, meaning his dads were probably awake and wondering where the heck he snuck off to. Quietly, he shut the door and crossed his arms over his chest, trudging up the walkway towards the house and ignoring the fact that the door was opening on its own accord. Rachel stood beside it, lower lip tucked between her teeth as she let her brother in and once Blaine was inside, she closed the door behind him.
"Where the hell have you been?" Hiram demanded, stepping into Blaine's line of sight with Leroy at his side. Both men looked worried (and angry) and their worry only increased when they caught the broken look in their son's eyes. "Blaine? What's wrong?"
Blaine couldn't even speak. His throat locked up tight and he began babbling the word he over and over again, dropping to sit down on the stairs as he let his head fall into his hands as harsh sobs wracked his small frame. Rachel plopped down beside of him and curled her arms around her crying brother, hushing him quietly as she stroked his hair back. Helpless, Hiram and Leroy watched as their children sat together on the stairs and Leroy shook his head, stepping away from his family to go get something for Blaine to drink. Hiram, on the other hand, fell to his knees in front of his kids and tugged Blaine against his chest, letting his little boy cry it out against him as he hugged him close.
"It'll be alright, sweetheart. It'll be okay. We're here for you. Daddy's got you. Daddy's got you."
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"Do you know what happened tonight?"
Rachel tucked her feet beneath her as she settled down into the recliner, her eyes focused in on her dads who were seated on the couch with a now-calmed down, sleeping Blaine. Her brother was stretched out on the sofa, feet on Leroy's lap while his head rested on Hiram's thighs. It took them a while to get him calmed down, but after a few sips of water and getting him to lay on the couch, he finally dozed off, only the occasional sniffle reminding them of how upset he was before. "Finn-" Rachel started, looking back down at her phone, "Finn texted me and said there was a misunderstanding between Kurt and Blaine tonight. He said Kurt's a mess too, but he didn't give me any details."
"If Kurt broke his heart, I swear I'll-" Leroy started, only quieting when Blaine whined at the sound of his lover's name. "He shouldn't be under this stress. He's having a baby for crying out loud."
"I'm sure it was just a little spat. They'll fix it in no time," Hiram said softly, his voice hesitant as if he didn't believe his own words. When neither his daughter nor husband commented again, he went back to brushing Blaine's curly hair away from his forehead, sighing when his son sucked in a shuddery breath. "My poor little boy."
"He's been through a lot."
"Yes, he has."
Rachel watched her dads carefully, lips bitten between her teeth as she watched them stare down at Blaine's sleeping form. She knew they were worried about Blaine, that much was evident in the way they acted around him now, especially since they had to put him back in public school. Him getting pregnant was another shocker for sure and she knew that her dads were scared for his health as well, since carrier pregnancies in teenagers were rare and often troublesome. Making sure Blaine was safe and healthy was a huge priority for them and seeing him stumble home in a fit of tears that night only troubled the Berry men even more after the hell that had occurred weeks before.
"You guys are the best dads," she mused, blushing when she realized she said her words aloud. Hiram and Leroy smiled at her, whispering I love yous to her before they turned back to Blaine, and once their attentions were back on her brother, Rachel stood up from her chair and went to give them goodnight kisses before she fled up to her room.
Of course, she wasn't about to go to bed. She had some digging to do, so once she got to the privacy of her room she called Finn. She needed to know why her brother was so upset and she needed to know now.
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As the rest of the house sat quiet, Kurt laid in his bed, tears in his eyes and a hand pressed flat against his churning stomach as he struggled to not throw up again. Beside his bed sat a trash can full of vomit and next to it laid his phone, dead from low battery - not as if he wanted to deal with it anymore anyway. All he could see/hear/feel in his soul was Blaine and the broken way his best friend looked when he saw Kurt and that fucking nameless guy in the bathroom at Scandals. There was so much pain written all over his face and in that moment, seeing Blaine standing there made Kurt sober up real fast. Blaine looked betrayed and while Kurt was mostly (at that time) angry over what went down over the last few weeks, he was incredibly shocked to see the person carrying his child staring back at him in that very moment. Also, there was the whole Sebastian of it all; the Sebastian who had been Blaine's friend at Dalton. The Sebastian that Blaine had told Kurt about before, the one Kurt had seen a few pictures of... the one Kurt forgot.
Because of a misunderstanding, Kurt stormed off and got wasted, thus breaking Blaine's heart again in the process and this time, Kurt was sure there was no way for him to bounce back. All he could see when he closed his eyes was the look of pure heartbreak on Blaine's face as he stared at Kurt's half-naked body and his nude cock with some other man's hand around it. At that time, Blaine's golden eyes were flickering with pain and when he finally turned away, Kurt could see every lingering bit of hope that Blaine had been holding onto float away into the stale air of the Scandals' bathroom.
It was over. They were done. Blaine was done.
A sob wretched it's way out of Kurt's throat and he flipped over, scrambling to the edge of the bed to puke once again. When he was done, he cried out, cursing as he threw the pillows off of his bed and against the wall, shaking his head with each dull thump the down filled cushions made as they smacked the drywall.
"Fuck this fucking place! Fuck it!" He wept, now smashing his still-aching hand into the wall. Down the hall, the sound of footsteps running towards his room made him freeze but then he began to cry again, breaking down as soon as someone's thick arms curled around him. "Stop! Let me go! Get the fuck off of me!"
"Kurt! Kurt, please stop! C'mon bud, stop!"
Burt held him tighter, allowing his son to thrash about, but not so much that he could hurt himself. "Bud, please-"
"I ruined it," Kurt gasped out, tears streaming down his face as he clutched his dad's shirt. "I fucked it up again, dad. I fucked up."
"Kurt-"
"I fucked up. God, I fucked up bad."
A/N: The bar scene in this chapter has been written since I was writing the last few chapters of WWO. I had a story planned with teenaged!Klaine dealing with MPREG and then it turned to skank!Kurt and that's how this came about. I always had the bar scene planned out so I had to write around it and here we are. There's lots of drama in this chapter, but things will start to change after a while, I promise. The boys can't stay mad at each other forever, now can they? I mean, they've both had their issues with the relationship and they should really clear things up before the baby comes. Anyway, what do you think will happen next? Or who do you really side with during all this? Let me know (I'm really curious actually) and thanks for reading!