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: Mentions of a hate crime.
A chilly breeze blew across the yard and Blaine pulled his peacoat tighter around his body, shivering as the cold nipped at his wet cheeks and nose. He'd been outside for over ten minutes now and while he knew he should probably go back in where it was warmer, he couldn't bring himself to stand up and go back to face everyone inside. He knew that Kurt was probably flipping out in there; he tended to get angry really fast and Blaine couldn't predict what his ex-friend was doing at the moment... but he definitely wasn't about to find out.
"Blaine? You still out here?"
The teen jumped at the sound of Burt's voice and he turned slightly, quickly wiping the tears away as he looked at Kurt's dad. The older man walked over to him slowly, dropping to sit next to him on the steps.
"You really shouldn't sit out here, kiddo. It's cold as hell out here. You're gonna catch a cold."
"I'll be okay."
"With how sick you've been lately, bud, I beg to differ." Burt gave him a stern look and Blaine wilted underneath it, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared out at the quiet neighborhood before him. Before Burt came out, he'd spent the last ten minutes listening to the sounds of people coming and going - family members heading out to their respective Thanksgiving festivities while others were just arriving to theirs. A young couple with two children showed up at the house across the street and Blaine couldn't help but feel jealous at how in love the two seemed as they carefully lifted their napping children from their carseats and carried them inside the house.
That could be me and Kurt, he thought to himself sadly, shaking the thoughts from his head when he realized that something like that would never happen. Kurt had never felt for him that way; he flirted and that was that. Kurt was a flirt; Blaine was just another boy to bat his eyelashes at and hop into bed with.
Deflated, Blaine hunched forward and closed his eyes, willing the newly sprung tears that filled his eyes to just dry up. He really didn't want to cry in front of Burt because Burt wasn't his father - the man really had nothing to do with Blaine other than the fact that he was the dad of the guy who knocked Blaine up. When it came down to it, Burt would always side with his son. Blaine didn't matter in the slightest if Kurt was upset, so he really didn't understand why Burt would be outside with him anyway.
"You know I'm not gonna judge you if you cry, Blaine. I understand you're upset with everything that happened and no one's gonna judge you for caring."
"I just want to go home," Blaine whispered, pulling his legs as close as he could to his swollen belly. Another shiver trickled down his spine and he sucked in a deep breath, blinking rapidly as the tears in his eyes finally spilled.
"If you really want to go, I'll take ya back. But-" There was always a but, "-we'd really love to have you here for dinner. I could always take you back after that too."
Blaine glanced over at the older man, not surprised to find Burt's green eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and hopefulness. He knew that the family wanted him there; Carole seemed so excited to see him earlier and Kurt... Kurt wanted to know more about the baby since he missed a month of baby news. Deep down, Blaine felt like he at least owed the family something. He kept so much from them about the baby and they deserved to know what was happening with his pregnancy. So, taking a calming breath, he wiped away the wetness from his face and went to stand up, smiling when Burt offered him a hand. "Thank you."
"So you're gonna stay?"
"Yeah. I'll stay."
Burt grinned and kept a hold on the teen's elbow, waiting until Blaine was steady on his feet before he let go. With that, the two of them entered the house and Blaine stripped off his coat, sighing when the heat from the home began to warm his chilled bones.
"Stay here," Burt said softly. "Carole made some hot cocoa, so I'll get you a cup. You look like you need it. Your nose is red as hell."
Blaine turned to look at himself in the entryway mirror and scowled when he saw just how red he was; his cheeks were flushed, his nose looked like Rudolph's, and his lips were chapped. He looked disgusting. "I'd love that cocoa," he murmured, moving to pull off his hoodie so that he didn't completely overheat. Upstairs, he could hear Finn and Rachel talking about something and it made him wonder where Kurt went. Why does it matter? Quit worrying about him. Of course, his mouth turned against him once Burt came back with his hot chocolate, "Where'd Kurt go?" Way to go, Blaine. So stupid.
"Oh. He's in there finishing up dinner. If you want, you can go on up to his room and rest or something. Dinner won't be done for another hour or so, so if you want to nap, you're more than welcome."
The boy took a sip of his cocoa and nodded, sighing as the warmth of the drink flooded his whole body. It felt like his cheeks were thawing out and he was glad he decided to come in; because if he stayed out there any longer, he probably would've turned into an icicle. "I think I'll take this upstairs. Thank you, Mr. Hummel."
"No problem, kiddo. I'll send Finn to wake you or something when the food's done."
Smiling, Blaine turned and headed upstairs, quietly creeping to Kurt's room with his hands wrapped tightly around his cup of chocolate. Down the hall, Finn and Rachel were laughing over something and Blaine wondered what in the world the couple could be giggling at. Probably something couple-y. Ugh. Rolling his eyes, he continued on to Kurt's room, freezing outside the door when he finally got to it. The door was open, inviting, and Blaine's things were sitting on the bed. From where he stood, Blaine could see that Kurt's room really hadn't changed much in the month or so that he'd last seen it. However, there were several new picture frames scattered around the room... and they all contained copies of the baby's ultrasound scans.
Just looking at them made Blaine's heart break and he bit his lip, stepping into the threshold of the room to place his cup on the nightstand. The room was thick with the smell of Kurt's cologne and lotion (and there was a hint of cigarette smoke in the air too) and while at one time it would've been comforting to Blaine, now it just made him feel sad. Pushing back the emotion that threatened to overpower him, he pushed his stuff over to the edge of the bed and took a seat on the other side, flopping backward as he continued to look around the room. On the computer chair was a pile of clothing that looked awfully familiar to him, but he didn't bother to get up to see them - he was way too tired. Yawning, he placed a hand on his belly and closed his eyes, letting himself slip away into a much needed nap.
It was exactly what he needed even though being in his ex-lover's room was incredibly uncomfortable.
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I love you.
Kurt stood in his bedroom doorway, hands in his pants pockets and eyes on one thing in particular: Blaine. The younger boy was curled up in his bed, arms wrapped around Kurt's pillow as he slept and even though he looked peaceful from afar, Kurt could see the frown line in the middle of his forehead. He was wearing a pair of red Dalton sweatpants and a matching blue t-shirt that stretched just enough over his pregnant belly to cover; his hair was not gelled and rested in tiny little curls atop his head. They were messy, as expected, and as Kurt stared at his child's father, he wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with him and run his fingers through Blaine's dark locks. For the longest, he dreamt of their daughter coming out with Blaine's curly hair. If she had it, he'd style it to look like Shirley Temple's hair or maybe he'd let it run loose just because he adored how Blaine's curls looked when they weren't tampered with. Now though, he feared their child even looking anything like Blaine... because every time he'd look at her, he'd see exactly what he lost.
You'll see it anyway; she's a part of you both no matter who she comes out looking like, his mind teased and he rolled his eyes, directing his attention back to where Blaine was resting. Their fight earlier still left a huge gaping wound across Kurt's heart and while he knew that it was his fault for getting drunk that night and fooling around with someone else, he couldn't help but despise the things Blaine said to him. He did love Blaine. He did care about him, but at that moment in time, he wasn't thinking clearly whatsoever. His mind worked differently than others really. Someone else would confront those feelings, another would let them fester. Kurt exploded and turned to something brash. That's all that happened with him anymore. That's the main reason he found himself fighting a lot. He'd taken so much shit from everyone else for so long that his mind finally snapped enough that now, whenever he got angry, he just went off the deep end.
Getting drunk that night was him going off. It was him rebelling against everything he felt for Blaine. It was him being mad at Blaine for lying to him. It was him being mad at himself for lying to Blaine.
And he regretted every single bit of it. If he had a time machine, he'd go back and stop himself, tell his past self to just talk to Blaine, to ask Blaine why he lied about being busy. To ask him why he kept ignoring his calls. But time machines didn't exist (Blaine's silly theories be damned) and all Kurt could do now was watch Blaine from afar, regretting every single thing he'd ever done wrong to the boy.
In the midst of his thoughts, a presence showed up behind him and he startled, turning to glare at the person beside him. "What are you-"
"You gonna wake him or do you want me to do it?" Burt asked, giving his son a sympathetic look. Kurt glanced back into the bedroom and frowned when Blaine's arms grew tighter around the pillow he hugged against his chest.
"He wouldn't want me to bother him. You should do it."
"You two should talk eventually. And when I say talk, I mean that you should explain to him what happened."
"He won't listen-"
"Then you have to try harder, Kurt. You two keep prancing around this issue like it's a bunch of flowers and you know what? Maybe it is, but you two are trampling the hell out of those flowers before they even had a chance to grow."
An incredulous look spread across Kurt's face. He raised an eyebrow at his dad as he took in the words the man was saying, "What in the world are you talking about?" He understood what Burt said, but still, the idea that those words were coming out of his dad boggled Kurt's mind.
"Carole said it. I'm just repeating what she said, okay? Just think about it, alright?" He patted his son on the back and stepped into the room, waiting until Kurt finally began his trek back downstairs before he tried to wake the sleeping boy that was all wrapped up around Kurt's bedding. As Kurt stepped down the first stair, he could hear Blaine's sleepy voice talking to Burt and he inhaled sharply, realizing just how much he missed his best friend.
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For such a tense moment earlier, the rest of the evening went rather well.
Thanksgiving dinner was delicious. Blaine ate several helpings of different foods (and many of them were ones that Kurt prepared) and he even talked to the family about the baby. In the month that the Hudson-Hummels hadn't seen the boy, he'd been to two different doctors appointments. One he had to do a test to check to see if he had gestational diabetes (he didn't) and another was a round of blood work to make sure he was on the right track with everything in his pregnancy. He also had another ultrasound and he had pictures in his bag (that Rachel lovingly packed, as she reminded him when he told the story about the scan) that he was going to give to them once dinner ended. By the time everyone had a piece or two of pie, Blaine was laughing over something Finn had said and Kurt found himself poking at his piece of pumpkin pie while a deep cavernous ache cracked through his whole body. He hadn't heard Blaine laugh in so long. He hadn't seen him smile like that in a long time either and it hurt to know that a lot of the reasoning behind his friend's main melancholy attitude was him.
"Blaine, could I offer you another piece of pie? Perhaps cherry this time?" Carole asked, smiling at the boy when he licked the rest of the banana cream pie off of his fork.
"Oh gosh, no thank you. I ate way too much and if I'm not careful, I'll have heartburn like nobody's business."
"Doesn't heartburn mean that the baby will come out with a head full of hair?" Burt questioned, smirking when Blaine's eyes widened.
"Oh, I don't know. Does it?"
Carole rolled her eyes, smacking Burt's arm playfully. "I think that's an old wives' tale, honey. But, it would be really adorable if she came out with a head full of curls. Whether they be as dark as Blaine's or as light as Kurt's natural color, she'll still be gorgeous."
Quietly, Blaine sighed and Kurt bit his lip when the boy rubbed the top of his round belly and said, "Yeah, she will be."
The room went quiet after that.
Rachel and Finn began to clear the plates from the table since Finn was on dish duty and Rachel wanted to help (any excuse to spend time with her boyfriend); Carole and Burt were going to go sit in the living room and talk for a bit so that left Kurt and Blaine in the dining room alone. Kurt stared down at his plate of pie and shook his head, rising from his chair to begin boxing up the leftovers. He disappeared to the kitchen for a moment to gather some tupperware and when he came back, he found Blaine standing at the table, eyes on the dishes of food before them.
"You don't have to help. I can do this," Kurt said softly, beginning to shovel spoonfuls of homemade mashed potatoes into a large container. Blaine chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully and then rolled his eyes.
"It'll go faster if I help."
From there, the two of them packaged up the leftovers and carried them into the kitchen together, ignoring the curious eyes that fell upon them as they passed containers between them to stick in the fridge. The very last bowl was just small enough that Blaine playfully balanced it on his stomach and when Kurt reached back to get it, he froze, not about to touch Blaine's belly without the other boy's permission. Blaine watched him for a second, smiling shyly before he picked up the container and handed it over, observing the way Kurt played tetris with the tupperware as he struggled to get them all to fit.
"Finally," the rainbow-haired teen breathed. Cursing under his breath, he slammed the fridge door shut and turned to leave the room, only stopping in his tracks when someone grabbed onto his wrist. It was Blaine.
"Say something again."
"What?"
"Say something. Just start talking," Blaine murmured, staring up at Kurt with those big ole doe eyes that he loved so much. Scowling, Kurt began to talk about how much of a bitch it was to fit over twenty containers of food into an already packed fridge, but he completely lost the will to speak when Blaine tugged his hand forward and placed it onto his stomach. A harsh bump to his hand made all the words in Kurt's throat melt away and he flicked his eyes up to Blaine's, tears welling in his eyes when the bumps became a little rougher and faster.
"Is that her?"
"Yeah," breathed Blaine, voice airy and light. He reached for Kurt's other hand and guided it to another area, beaming when Kurt gasped at the feeling in the other spot.
"Is she cheerleading or something in there?"
"I think so. She's throwing her arms and everything. High kicks, air punches. She didn't start until you said something. I just thought you'd... like to feel it."
"Blaine-"
The baby stopped fidgeting for a second and the moment was lost not long after. Kurt's hands fell from his friend's belly and Blaine dropped his eyes back down to the floor, stepping back and out of the room as he headed into the living room with Burt and Carole. Kurt stared after him, eyes still watery and body aching with want as he watched Blaine walk away from him. It was then that he realized that both Finn and Rachel were still in the room even though they were completely silent and when he glanced over at them, they both darted their eyes elsewhere, acting like they never witnessed what they did.
Outside, in the living room, the squeals of Carole slipped through the walls and Kurt knew that she too was getting to feel the baby kick like he had moments before. Burt said something about her being a strong little one and Kurt felt his chest puff up with pride just a bit as he thought about his daughter growing up to be a little scrappy fighter much like himself.
"Kurt?"
"What?"
"I'm glad you got to feel the baby kick," Rachel whispered as she leaned back against the counter. Her dark eyes sparkled in the kitchen's lighting and Kurt couldn't figure out why she seemed to be getting so emotional. Then she spoke, "When she first kicked, he... he wanted to call you, but it was right after the thing at Scandals. He... that night he came in my room and just kept crying. That's why I told you off that day you called the house and that's why I yelled at you at school. Blaine- he's- he's my little brother, you know? And to see him hurting like that was the worst thing because I've seen him like that before, but this time, he wasn't hurting because someone physically hurt him, he was hurting because someone he cared about hurt him and I hate seeing him like that."
She blinked and quickly scrubbed her hands beneath her eyes, smudging the dark liner she was wearing. "He was scared to come over. He's still scared to be here, but... if he just did that with you, I think he's really gonna try again. Just let him come to you, okay? And please don't hurt him again?"
"Rachel, I-"
"Because I will have to beat you up, alright? I've been holding back," she teased, grinning at Kurt before she turned around and finished stacking the dishes in the dishwasher. Finn shrugged his shoulders, confused to all hell what that conversation was about, and went back to helping; Kurt took that as his signal to leave the room. He was almost past the living room when his dad called him in to sit with the family, so he trudged in, plopping down on the loveseat while his dad relaxed in the recliner and Blaine and Carole sat together on the couch.
"You down to watch the game?" Burt asked, taking a swig of his beer. Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine brightened up, nodding enthusiastically. "Well, at least one of my boys will watch it with me."
"I'm sure Finn will too," Carole added and Burt smiled, shooting a look over at Kurt, only to find his son watching Blaine longingly. I hope you two sort out your issues, bud. I really hope you do.
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"Leave him alone! Someone help us! Please!"
"Shut him up, Karofsky!"
"Blaine! BLAINE!"
Kurt's screams kept getting louder, but no matter how much he raised his voice, no one was coming. Blaine curled up in a ball, eyes shut and lashes matted with blood as the wound on his scalp poured out the sticky liquid. All over his body he felt pain, though it was somewhat phantomed, like he felt it before and this was just a repeat of it all. Gurgling, he spit out a mouthful of blood and gasped in a breath, lungs aching as they struggled to fill with air. He was tucked into the fetal position, body small and compact on the ground, but that did nothing to protect him.
To protect her.
The thud of a crowbar cracked against his ribs and he groaned, crying out loud when something inside of him snapped. "Please," he pleaded, praying that his attackers would quit hitting him so much. They'd been beating him with that damn bar for minutes now and whenever they weren't swinging it at him, they were kicking him with those god awful hard-toed dress shoes. "Please, my... my baby-"
"Shut the fuck up!" A voice bellowed and Blaine lurched when the tip of a shoe came careening into his chest. "Hold him down, Azimio!"
"You want me to flip him over?"
"Do it! Just hurry the fuck up!"
Before Blaine could protest, he was lifted like a rag doll and turned over onto his back, pregnant belly on display for those around him to see. It was strange - he wasn't wearing a hoodie or a pair of jogging pants like he thought he was; instead he was wearing a tux that fit him perfectly, big stomach and all. Cringing, he opened his blood-caked eyes and stared up at the night sky, tears running down the sides of his face to wash the drying blood away. "Please don't hurt her," he begged, voice bubbly with the blood that settled in his throat. "Please."
Kurt was screeching now and out of the corner of his eye, Blaine could see him fighting against the restraints of Dave Karofsky and... wait, was that Bobby Riffle? And Steve Cassella?
Blaine brought his eyes back up to focus on the people above him and his body throbbed when he saw that not only Azimio Adams was standing before him, but so was Trevor Bennett. He hadn't seen Trevor since that night of the Sadie Hawkins dance. In fact, he hadn't seen Bobby or Steve since then either, so why were they there? And what did they want with Kurt?
And why was Blaine in his Sadie Hawkins get-up and his date nowhere to be found? What was doing on?
"Blaine!' Kurt cried, jerking against the hold the bigger dudes had on him. "Blaine, wake up! Please wake up!"
"I can't," Blaine whined, coughing up a handful of blood. He closed his eyes again, weakness settling into his bones, and Kurt screamed once more, his voice getting raspier with each passing minute. It wouldn't be long before he ruined his vocal cords completely and then they'd be screwed. "Kurt-" He started, sputtering for air when someone grasped his arm and stomped on it. The bone inside snapped painfully and he sobbed, trying his hardest to go back into his protective rolled up ball. However, Azimio was holding him down, pressing him into the asphalt. The back of his head was getting dented in from the rocks beneath him and he could feel himself bleeding there as well.
Where wasn't he bleeding?
"Kurt-"
"Shut up, Anderson!"
"Anderson... B-Berry," Blaine whispered, closing his eyes as Trevor went to swing his crowbar again - this time his aim directly focused onto Blaine's belly.
"No! BLAINE!"
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Kurt skidded into his room, pushing past Finn to rush over to where Blaine was thrashing around on the bed. He could hear Blaine's harsh yells from his place downstairs on the couch and it only took him seconds to run up the steps and into his room, the same amount of time it took Finn to come running out of his own room and into the hall.
"I don't know what's wrong with him!"
"I've got it. Tell Rachel I've got him. Shut my door."
"But Kurt-"
"Shut the door, Finn!" Kurt yelled, waiting until Finn did as he was told before he climbed onto the bed and leaned against his screaming friend. "Blaine? Blaine, honey, wake up. It's me. You're having a nightmare. Wake up please. C'mon, open your eyes for me." Gently, he raked his fingers through Blaine's hair, biting his lip when his hand began to dampen thanks to the slick sweat that was dripping off of Blaine's scalp. "Oh honey. Blaine, please. Abs, it's me. Wake up. Come on."
"N-No. Please-"
"Blaine, shhh. It's okay. I've got you. You're alright. It's just a dream."
"N-No, not... her. Stop."
He's dreaming about the baby. "Oh Blaine. Please wake up. It's me. Open your eyes for me, baby. C'mon." He ran the fingers of his other hand against Blaine's jawline and brushed them along the boy's soft cheeks, wiping away the wetness from the sweat and tears that glistened on his face. "Blaine, please." Seeing Blaine so upset when he was sleeping made nausea stir in Kurt's stomach. He didn't know what to do; it had been so long since he'd last dealt with Blaine having a nightmare and this time, it seemed so much worse than it was before. God, Blaine.
The boy in his arms continued fighting, body jerking away from Kurt the more he tried to touch him. Whimpers and groans of stop please kept slipping from his lips and Kurt felt a few tears escape his eyes as he struggled to get Blaine to just wake up. Finally, he lifted one of his legs over Blaine and straddled the thrashing boy, grabbing his arms to keep them from swinging out like they had been,
"Blaine!" He cried, holding Blaine's thin wrists in his hands. "Blaine, wake up!" Another loud, painful groan sounded from Blaine's lips and Kurt gasped back a sob, leaning down without thinking; firmly, he pushed his mouth against Blaine's and then pulled back just a bit, crying as he hunched over the now calming form beneath him. Blaine stilled, body going lax under Kurt's strong legs and within seconds, his glossy eyes popped open, wide and fearful as he took in the shadowy form sitting on him,
"K-Kurt?" He whimpered, body trembling as he stared up at the shock of colorful hair that was falling in his face. "What?"
"You were having a nightmare." The words came out short, pinched, and Kurt leaned back, still sitting on Blaine's thighs but now his head was in his hands. He broke down, sobbing brokenly as he knelt forward and rested his arms against Blaine's swollen stomach. The baby, awake and excited from the amount of movement going on around her, flutter kicked her other daddy's arms and Kurt cried a little louder, mind still off somewhere as he struggled with what just happened.
When he came in, Blaine was having a nightmare. He was stuck wherever in his mind, crying and pleading to be left alone, for his baby to be safe, and Kurt couldn't help him... and then Kurt did something that he never should have done - not because he didn't want to, but because he'd heard that when someone is in a state like that, you aren't supposed to try to overpower them. And that's what Kurt did. But he did it to help Blaine because the boy wasn't waking up and he hadn't stopped crying and screaming and it scared Kurt. It scared him like nothing had ever scared him before.
"Kurt?"
Another sob ripped from the older teen's throat and Blaine blinked back his tears, leaning up as best as he could to try and get Kurt's attention. He pushed himself up on his elbows and then scooted himself back (as well as he could with all of Kurt's weight on him) and when he finally got into a position that was easy on his back, he reached out and tugged Kurt's hands away from his face.
"Kurt?"
"I'm sorry," the other teen wept, looking up at Blaine with watery light eyes that reflected in the moonlight showing through the open curtains. "I'm so sorry."
"I-"
"I keep on hurting you and I don't know why! I love you so much and I don't know why this happens! I don't know!"
The air flew out of Blaine's lungs and he blinked several times, mouth falling open as he looked (really looked) at the guy before him. It was the most emotion he'd ever seen out of Kurt. Ever. And in that moment, Kurt said he loved him. He loves me? "Kurt-"
"I keep on fucking this up and I don't know why. You aren't supposed to hurt the ones you love and I keep doing that to you and I'm sorry! You deserve so much better than this! You don't deserve this shit, you deserve more!"
"I-"
"I can't let this happen. I can't keep on hurting you and making you think I regret this because I don't! I regret leaving you that morning and I regret telling you we were just friends! I regret hurting you and I regret making you think I've never loved you because I have; I've loved you since I met you, Blaine." He gasped in a shuddery breath and stared deep into the shining eyes that looked back at him. "I've always loved you, Blaine. Always."
"I love you too." Blaine pushed forward, pressing his mouth against Kurt's, moaning softly when Kurt cupped one hand behind his neck and the other arm wrapped around his waist to hold the small of his back. The baby kicked heartily at Blaine's side, her little taps hard enough for Kurt to feel against his own stomach as he leaned in and kissed Blaine harder, making the younger boy breathless as he held him a little tighter and kissed him senseless. For a moment, they melted into each other; the last few weeks of trauma and anguish slipping away as they connected for the first time in forever and when Blaine finally pulled away, he smiled shakily at Kurt and rested his head against the collar of Kurt's sleep shirt. "Kurt-"
"I don't ever want to let you go."
"Then don't."
"I never wanted to hurt you, you have to believe me. I've been so dumb and-"
"We've both been dumb."
"But I... that guy-"
"Kurt, I really don't want to talk about that right now. I just... can you hold me?"
"I'll hold you for as long as you need me to," Kurt breathed, kissing the tip of Blaine's ear as he slowly lowered them both down to the mattress. Once Blaine was back to laying down again, Kurt slid down next to him and snuggled up behind his back, one arm tossed over his side to cup his swollen stomach while the other rested against his back. "I love you so much-"
"I love you too."
"-and I'm sorry."
"I know."
Carefully, Kurt curled himself up enough that he was spooning Blaine tightly against him. Once they were practically melded together, he kissed the back of Blaine's neck, breathing in the scent of his love's musk and cologne. The feeling of his nose pressing there made Blaine shiver and then the boy yawned, making Kurt smile sadly when he remembered the horrible nightmare he walked in on. "Get some rest, Blaine. We can talk in the morning."
"Will you... will you be here when I wake up?" The question broke Kurt's heart and his eyes grew tight with the onslaught of tears ready to form. He hugged Blaine a little tighter and kissed his neck again, nodding against the fabric of Blaine's t-shirt.
"I'm not leaving you. I promise. I'm never leaving again."
"You promise?"
"I swear."
Blaine placed his hand over top of Kurt's, right where the baby was kicking, and he laced their fingers together, squeezing the digits with his own before he closed his eyes and started to slide back to sleep. Behind him, Kurt stayed close, listening to the sound of Blaine's breathing even out while he felt the rise and fall of the younger boy's back press against his body. Once Blaine was asleep, he let some more tears fall - thankful tears, tears that were from how grateful that Blaine trusted him enough to let him back in.
No matter what, he wasn't going to fuck it up this time. This was more than just a second chance. It was the chance of a lifetime and Kurt was going to relish in it because they deserved it.
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"Should we wake them?" Burt asked, peeking in the small crack of the doorway as he and Carole stood outside of Kurt's bedroom. From where they stood, they could see the two boys still fast asleep, all tucked in to each other. Kurt was flat on his back, arm around Blaine's shoulders as the pregnant boy laid curled against his side, head tucked in between Kurt's armpit and chest. They looked cozy sleeping together like that. They looked happy.
They looked to be in love.
"I think we should let them rest. They had a long night," Carole said softly, smiling at the sight before her. They'd all woken up when Blaine started screaming the night before, but Kurt was the one who swept in to make things right and he did - after apologizing and (finally) confessing his feelings to his best friend. Everyone heard the whole thing, heard Kurt's agonized words and apologies. They heard Blaine's comments as well and by the time the boys went back to bed, the whole family was gathered in the hall, eyes wet as they all breathed a sigh of relief. That night, Carole turned a blind eye when Rachel slipped into Finn's room (she knew those two weren't about to get into anything stupid, not with their own siblings having the troubles they'd been having) and when she and Burt went back to bed, they held each other a little closer while they talked about how their kids were growing up.
"We're getting old, Care." Burt had said and Carole jokingly reminded him that his son was going to make them grandparents in a few months, to which Burt just smiled wide and laughed.
Now though, standing in the doorway watching Kurt and Blaine sleep... well, it felt like they were imposing on something they shouldn't be witnessing. So, reluctantly, Carole pulled Burt back and closed the door, sliding her hand into his as they made their way back downstairs to where Finn and Rachel were sorting through the bags of things they bought at the Black Friday sales.
"Come on" Carole beamed, tugging Burt a little faster towards the living room. "Let me show you all the things Rachel and I found for the baby today."
A/N: Well, he did it! Kurt finally blurted out his feelings! Whaddya think? Do you think he sounded sincere? Do you think they're jumping into things too quick since the last major conversation they had was a fight? Or do you think this is what needed to happen and now they're on the right track? Let me know. Also, if there's anything you'd think you'd like to see in future chapters (baby showers, baby names, etc.), drop me a line! Until the next chapter!