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 twisting your ring again. Nervous?"
"Just a little." Blaine spun the ring around on his finger once more, eyes glaring through the flurrying snow as he stared up at the building before him. It had been months since he'd been back to McKinley High and now, at nine months pregnant, he was about to head back into the sea of judgmental assholes that he'd grown to ignore over the last few weeks. It wasn't like he really wanted to go back to school. However, cabin fever set in badly and he was getting antsy being stuck in his house all of the time. His homebound tutor commented on his lack of concentration time and time again and for a while, he blamed it on baby brain. But right before he took his semester finals (before Christmas) he noticed that it wasn't his pregnancy that was getting to him... it was being locked away in his house like some sort of hermit that was driving him mad. So, after the holidays ended (and after he had probably the best Christmas and New Years ever), he went to his dads to ask if he could try going back to school for a while. They fought with him tooth and nail, arguing that it wasn't safe for him to be there, so he asked if he could swing by one day just to watch the glee club. They finally relented and there he was, sitting in the car with his dad while he waited for the bulk of the student body to leave before he snuck inside.
"You do know that if you need anything I'll be right down the street and I'll come up here as soon as I can. Hell, I can even stay parked in this lot until you guys are done-"
"Dad, it's only an hour and a half and I'll be in the choir room the whole time. It'll be okay. I'll be okay."
"But if anything and I mean anything happens, you call me. You're a month away from giving birth. The last thing we need is to have you back in the hospital again before that."
"I know," Blaine sighed with a roll of his eyes, glancing back out at the emptying parking lot. Once he was sure that the majority of his schoolmates were gone, he had his dad drive him to the front of the building and he climbed out of the car, bidding his father goodbye as he trudged up the icy steps and into McKinley.
Not much had changed since he'd last been there. The school still smelled like bleach, it was pretty chilly in the hall, and the floors were slick with melting snow and cinder from the walkways that had been treated throughout the storm. A few straggling teens hovered near their lockers, but no one paid him any mind as he walked down the hall and made his way to the choir room. It wasn't until he bypassed the trophy display that someone spotted him and he froze upon hearing his name echo through the building.
"Oh my god! Blaine! Is that you?"
If anyone hadn't noticed he was there before, they definitely noticed him now and every single head in that hall turned towards him, eyes immediately falling to the extravagant swell of his belly, now much (much) larger than it was the last time they saw him. Down the hall, Tina and Sugar came speeding towards him, twin smiles on their faces as they skidded to a stop and quickly wrapped him up in a bear hug. Sugar patted his belly, cooing in her squeaky voice while Tina started to talk a million miles a minute, eyes bright with excitement as she linked her hand around Blaine's elbow and began dragging him down the hall towards the choir room.
As they left, Blaine couldn't help but notice the sneers on the faces of his former classmates and it made his heart thud faster and faster in his chest with fear.
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"The fuck are you doing here?!"
He knew he should've expected it; not once had he breathed a word to Kurt about coming to McKinley for the day, but now that his boyfriend was storming off of the risers to come towards him, Blaine wondered if perhaps he maybe should have mentioned it. "Umm... I came for a visit?"
"You came for a visit? Without telling me?! Blaine! You can't just show up at this place alone and not tell anyone! What if someone came after you?! What if you got hurt?! Jesus fuck! What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that I'm smart enough to know how to take care of myself, thank you very much." The pregnant boy hissed, pushing past his lover to take a seat by Mike Chang, arms crossed over his chest as he glared down at his belly. Kurt groaned, shoving a hand through his recently retinted hair.
"Blaine-"
"Later, Kurt. I just want to sit in on their rehearsal and see what fun I'm missing."
"But-"
"Later."
Grumbling, Kurt sunk down into the seat next to his boyfriend, rolling his eyes when Blaine glared at him and pointed back towards the back of the room where Kurt, Quinn, and Puck usually sat together. "I'm not moving."
"Well right now I don't want you sitting next to me, so either you move or I move. Your choice." With that, Blaine looked back at the front of the room, staring hard at the white board like if he stared at it long enough, Kurt would finally get annoyed enough to move. He did, cursing under his breath as he trudged his way back up the risers and back to his seat beside Quinn. The rest of the room was silent, curious eyes diverting away from the bickering couple while they acted like they weren't just eavesdropping on their friends. Rachel went to ask Blaine if everything was okay, but Mr. Schue entered the room and blew the whole thing, smiling brightly when he spotted Blaine sitting in the front row.
"Blaine! What a pleasant surprise! Are you back for the new year or for a short visit?"
"Just a visit, Mr. Schue. I'm not allowed to come back fully until after the baby's born."
"Oh... well, it's great to see you. Feel free to sing along with us as we rehearse. You should know some of these songs. Rachel does and I've heard that you both grew up on quite a few musicals."
"That we did. I'd be happy to sing with everyone. Thank you."
"You're welcome." Smiling at the teen before him, the choir director then turned his attention back to his class and instructed them to come up with ideas for songs for Regionals. He later turned them loose to sing a few songs they'd been tossing around before Christmastime. The group rallied together, singing loud and proud as they danced around the room with each other. Blaine remained in his seat, toes tapping as he rubbed his belly and sang along. Kurt, on the other hand, sang half-heartedly, eyes focused on his boyfriend and his boyfriend alone as he watched the other boy come alive in the room.
It wasn't hard to see that Blaine missed being at school with his friends. Over the last few weeks alone, the younger teen complained quite frequently about how bored he was at home. Some days he'd migrate over to the Hummel-Hudson house and would spend some time there playing board games with the family or he'd stay over to watch sports or some sort of movie with everyone. Other nights, he'd ask Kurt to take him somewhere and they'd go off on a drive (weather pending) while Blaine sighed and stared out the window. As of late, Kurt had put quite a few miles on his Navigator, taking Blaine away from Lima (and even to Westerville a few times) just to make his boyfriend happy. Nonetheless, Blaine still acted like he was trapped and deep down, that worried the shit out of Kurt. Because if he was feeling trapped now while he was still pregnant, how was he going to feel once their daughter arrived?
"Okay! That's it for the day. Great practice! Rachel and Finn, could I see you two before you leave please?"
Kurt slammed back to reality, looking up to find his classmates packing up to go. Somehow he made it back to his seat and was sitting there quietly before the practice ended, but he couldn't remember actually doing it. It was like he was functioning on auto-pilot and when he glanced down, he was surprised to see Blaine gone from his seat, the pregnant teen heading out the door with Mike Chang.
"Blaine! Wait up!"
Jogging, he caught up to his boyfriend and Mike, shooting a look at their dancer friend before Mike got the hint and bid Blaine goodbye, waving at him after he draped an arm over Tina's shoulder and walked her out. "Way to run off one of the only people I haven't seen in a while," Blaine grumbled, turning away from Kurt as he stormed down the hall that housed his locker. Some of his things were still in there, but most of it got carted back home after he went on homebound. Angrily, Blaine spun the combo into the lock and popped it open, letting the door swing wide and bounce off the other lockers while he breathed in the pungent scent of the vanilla tree air freshener still hanging inside. As he stood there breathing deeply with his eyes closed, Kurt leaned against the lockers beside him, sighing heavily as Blaine continued to ignore him.
"I get it that you're mad at me, but you've gotta at least understand why I was annoyed that you didn't tell me you were coming-"
"I'm grown, Kurt. I can take care of myself."
"I know that, but you're pregnant, Abs. The last time you were here, those assholes cornered you and hurt you. What if Tina and Sugar hadn't spotted you in the hall and you ran into one of those guys? What if they hurt you and our baby? I wouldn't have known. No one would've known. That's why you should've told me... or Rachel or Finn even. One of us should've known!"
"I wish you'd quit acting like I can't take care of myself-"
"I never said you couldn't. I just- I worry sometimes, okay? I'm glad you got here safe and that no one messed with you, but I can't help but think about the what ifs." Taking a chance, Kurt reached out and brushed his fingers along Blaine's arm, cupping his hand around his boyfriend's bicep. "Please don't be mad at me. I hate it when you're mad... even though you make the cutest scrunchy faces when you are."
"Oh my god, you're so dumb," Blaine chuckled, opening his eyes only to roll them as he smirked at Kurt. His smile brightening, he leaned in and kissed Kurt's lips, humming as his boyfriend pulled him into an embrace and let their bodies press together as much as they could. Blaine's incredibly round tummy kept them from getting too close, but the contact was enough and Kurt soon let his hands drop to their favorite place on Blaine's body - the bump. The baby inside didn't move around as much as she used to (too tight of a squeeze) but she did move enough to let her parents know she was doing okay. As Kurt stroked swell of his boyfriend's belly button, their daughter kicked hard, making her daddy gasp back a breath before he stared up at Kurt in shock. "That one hurt."
Kurt blinked back, eyes just as wide as Blaine's as he instantly began to fret. "It did? How much did it hurt? Do we need to get help? Do you want me to call one of your dads? What about Rachel? Should I call my dad? Oh my god, I should call Carole - she's a nurse! She'll know what to do!"
"Kurt. Honey, calm down. It didn't hurt like that. It's just... she kicked me really hard. It surprised me, that's all. Nothing to worry about. I'm not going into labor right now so slow your roll." When Kurt finally started to simmer down, Blaine gave him a quick peck on the cheek, turning to shut his locker before he took his boyfriend's hand and began to drag him down the hall. Beside him, Kurt barely walked, his body still struggling to catch up with his mind (as it had frozen in fear when he thought Blaine had gone into early labor) but within a few steps, he finally got the hang of functioning again and he squeezed Blaine's hand a little tighter.
"Don't scare me like that ever again. You got me?"
Blaine snorted, "Big bad Kurt Hummel with his piercings and suspensions and rainbow hair is scared of me going into labor! Who knew?" When he started to laugh, Kurt glared at him, but half-smiled nonetheless.
"I may be a blip on society's bad boy radar, but the idea of our daughter about to come into the world scares the shit out of me. Oh, and the fact that you're in any sort of pain? That scares me too." He said the last part so softly that Blaine had to strain to hear it. He was able to understand the words though and once Kurt silenced, he stopped them both again, turning to pull his boyfriend into a tight hug.
"I love you so much. So, so much."
"I know. I love you too."
"And no matter what kind of pain I'm in, it'll all be worth it in the end. As long as she's healthy and screaming her little head off when she comes out, that's all that matters to me."
"I want you to be okay too. Childbirth's a scary thing."
"So is parenthood, but I think I'm ready for both, you know? Plus I'll be in good hands when she's born. You'll be there and our families will be there and the staff at the hospital is one of the best in the state. We'll be fine and I'll be fine. I promise."
Nodding, Kurt squeezed Blaine a little tighter, pressing his lips against the soft curls against Blaine's temples before he pulled back and relinked their fingers. A few of their fellow glee clubbers smiled and waved at them as they exited the building and when Blaine spotted his dad in the parking lot, he went over and told him he'd be going to Kurt's that day, waving goodbye to him as he shuffled through the snow with Kurt as they walked to the Navigator. Kurt helped him climb inside, shutting the door behind him before he practically ice skated his way to the driver's side, eyes catching a familiar sight in the distance as someone who'd been watching them stepped back behind a shrub.
It was Karofsky and he looked just as broken down as he did before the holidays.
Hmm.
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Snow sparkled in the morning light, the sky a pure white as yet another wintry day came to life. Kurt was huddled beneath the bleachers in his usual spot, cigarette clamped between his fingers as he inhaled the thick, warm smoke and stared out at the desolate stadium before him. The other skanks were somewhere closer to the school, bitching earlier about it being too cold to go to their hangout, so Kurt was all by his lonesome on the tattered sofa, its fabric thankfully dry thanks to Puck's bright idea to cover it nightly with a dark tarp to keep it from getting wet. Whoever sat on it last had to recover it and since Kurt was the only one out there, he pulled off just the tiniest bit, just enough for him to sit comfortably and leave the rest covered. He'd toss the tarp back on it before he trudged off to the school, but right now he was enjoying his smoke.
He wasn't sure how much longer he'd keep up with the nasty habit anyway.
After Blaine's constant illness over the cigarette fumes and everything, he really thought about ditching them then and there as a courtesy to his love. However, kicking the habit was harder than ever and instead of quitting cold turkey, Kurt found himself lowering his amount of smokes week by week. Now he was down to one a day and while he still loved the taste of tobacco on his tongue and the smooth feeling of the hot drag seeping into his throat and lungs, he knew he had to get the habit finished before the baby came. He wouldn't be dying of lung cancer (or getting wrinkly, god forbid) at a young age and missing his daughter's life for a stupid stick of dried leaves - because even if he didn't get cancer from it, if he got anything else (the yellow teeth, the wrinkles, the smoker's cough, etc.) he'd probably never go out in public. Best to kick the habit now while he was still young and handsome.
Plus, he had a few weeks to get it squashed and thanks to some nicotine patches purchased by his dad (who, unsurprisingly enough, was supportive of this lifestyle change) Kurt was ready to get the cigs gone.
Taking his last puff, he blew the smoke out in one long breath and then snubbed the butt into the snowy concrete, picking up his trash to flick into a trash can nearby. After his garbage was disposed of, he plopped back down on the couch and closed his eyes, listening to the quiet sounds of his surroundings - the whistle of the wind, the soft crinkle of the snow as it fell from tree limbs and crashed to the ground. He really enjoyed winter; not so much the driving through thick snow aspect of it, but the rest of it was nice. The cooler temperatures weren't so bad, the snow was beautiful, and it reminded him of those glorious days when his mom was still alive and how much she loved winter.
His mom was like a snow princess, a queen even. When wintertime came, she blossomed. She loved all of the seasons but winter was her favorite. It was a time for cuddling and spending time with her family. On icy mornings, she'd wake up Kurt with a dryer-warmed blanket, wrapping it around his tiny body as she lifted him from bed and carried him downstairs for breakfast. They'd eat fresh, homemade blueberries and cream oatmeal before his mom would bundle him up in his warmest clothing to go outside and play. From there, they'd build snowmen, make snow angels, and have snowball fights. One time they even fashioned up an igloo. It took them a few days to make, but the result was amazing and it sat in their backyard for weeks after the snow started to melt away. Other than that, his mom would make snow ice cream as well - setting a bowl out during the heaviest snow to collect the flakes that she'd later flavor with vanilla, sugar, and milk. Together they'd sit on the couch, noses and cheeks still chilled with frost, and they'd watch different movies depending on their moods while they noshed on that yummy, yummy ice cream.
Then, at night, when it was too dark to play, his mom would light a fire in the fireplace and would make him hot cocoa with extra marshmallows, cradling him on her lap as she read from one of her big people books (which, in all actuality, was just a romance novel that she left the juicy parts out of.) Kurt adored those books, adored that time with his mother even more, and even though winter left a huge part of Ohio's population pissed off over the snow and everything else associated with it, Kurt would always have a soft spot for the season.
It was one that he hoped to share with his own child someday and considering she was going to be a winter baby made it seem all the more amazing.
"Hummel?"
He'd been so lost in his thoughts about the past that he didn't hear the crunch of snow beneath someone's feet. It wasn't until that same person called his name yet again that he looked up, eyes falling onto Dave Karofsky as the heavily dressed jock came stepping into the skanks' lair. "Come to beat the shit outta me and bloody up the snow?" He joked, raising an eyebrow. Karofsky didn't even flinch.
"I was wondering if we could talk."
"Hmm. I guess so. Seeing as I'm not doing anything else." Standing up, he pulled the rest of the tarp off of the couch and dragged it behind him, stuffing it into a spot where it wouldn't get wet from the snow. Once Karofsky took a seat, he sat down opposite of him and reached back behind him to grab up his bottle of chocolate milk, taking a swig while he waited for his once-enemy to start yakking. "Well?"
"I want to... come out."
"You wanna come out? To who? Your family? The school?"
"To my family. I don't... I don't want the school to know. I just want to get out of here in one piece, but- but I do want to tell my parents." Dave took a deep breath, his exhale visible in the subzero air. "My dad's been on my case about everything, says he knows something's wrong and is upset I won't tell him. I tell my dad everything... or at least I used to. Well, until I started... feeling this way. After what happened with you, after I kissed you and I knew about myself, I started bottling things up. I felt so bad about how I treated you and what I did and I didn't know who I could talk to about it. My friends- they'd just turn on me and treat me like they've treated you and Blaine. I couldn't tell Z about my feelings because he'd probably just say I had a crush on him and I don't."
Kurt nodded, staring deeply at the bottle of milk in his hands. He remembered those days; the days of being in the closet, but hearing time and time again about how much of a faggot he was and how no one was comfortable with him in the room because they all felt like he was staring at them. Like him being gay meant that he was attracted to every single man on the earth. As if.
Karofsky continued, "I don't want to tell them and I don't want anyone at the school to find out. I'm pretty sure you told Blaine about it-" He bit his lip when Kurt shook his head positively, "-and I don't blame you for doing that. I would tell my boyfriend too if I was in that situation. But... I- I just feel like I need someone to talk to. Someone that isn't one of my friends or you because I know you have a lot on your plate right now and everything. And I don't want to talk to the faculty or a therapist. I want to talk to my parents. I want to talk to my dad, but I'm scared." He blinked and the wetness in his green eyes spilled over a bit, causing him to wipe his fingers beneath his lashes to brush away the tears. "I'm so freaking scared."
"It's normal to be scared. Hell, everyone and their mom kept saying I was gay for the longest and I know my dad heard it all the time, but I was still terrified to tell him because I was afraid he'd kick me out or hate me. But my dad said he knew all along and was waiting for me to talk to him and that he'd love me no matter what. I'm pretty sure if I killed someone, my dad would help me hide the body. He loves me that much and I love him a lot too. And like you've mentioned about your dad, I'm sure he loves you that much too, Dave." Nervously, Kurt reached out and patted his old enemy's arm, tugging on the bigger teen's coat sleeve to get him to look into his eyes. "Your dad loves you and if he's as great of a dad as you say he is, he'll accept you no matter what."
"You really think?"
"I can't guarantee anything, but your dad seems like a great guy, Dave. Just talk to him. He wants you to. He's worried about you and if you come to him and tell him about everything you've been feeling, he'll listen and understand. And if he's having a hard time coming to terms with it, he can call my dad and talk to him about it. My dad will step up in a heartbeat because he doesn't want to see anyone's child suffer or be hurt just because they're gay." As he spoke, Kurt whipped out a pen and began scribbling his home phone number on a piece of scrap paper that he tore off of a note from Quinn that was in his pocket. Once the info was written down, he stuffed it into Dave's awaiting hands. "Talk to him. Then you call me if anything happens."
"I was thinking of doing it this weekend."
"Okay well... you can still call me. I just- we're kinda having a surprise baby shower for Blaine on Saturday. He doesn't know, hence the surprise - Rachel and I started talking about it, like, a week ago and it's on Saturday, so if you talk to your dad then and something happens, you can still call but I don't know if I'll be able to get to the phone or not. If all else fails, you can come by. I can call off the guard dogs if I have to."
"I don't want to ruin anything-"
"Nonsense. The only way you'd ruin it is if you show up with your posse of neanderthals... and if that happened, I'd skin you alive and murder you on my front lawn in front of everyone, you got me?" Smiling devilishly, Kurt watched as Karofsky shuddered at the threat and then stood up, stuffing the note Kurt gave him into his pants pocket. With a curt nod, Dave bid the rainbow haired boy a quiet goodbye, no more words said as he exited the lair and went back towards the school right as the warning bell rang to signify the end of lunchtime. Kurt groaned, rising from the sofa dramatically as he ran over to cover the couch back up and head back into the hellhole known as McKinley.
As much as he didn't mind helping Karofsky out with his problems, the boy had some serious bad timing because now Kurt's mind-clearing lunch break that he'd been so keen on having was over. Oh well.
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By the middle of January, Blaine was thirty-five weeks pregnant and only a month away from being able to hold his little girl in his arms. It was something he thought about every single morning after he got up and waddled around the room to get ready for the day. His belly grew more and more as the weeks flew by. His clothing barely fit, his hair was growing like crazy (on his head, thank god; he was sure he'd look ridiculous all pregnant with a bushy beard), and his skin was on the fritz. One day he'd be glowing, the next he'd look like he just stepped out of a movie as the stunt double for some sort of swamp creature. Some days found him waking up feeling refreshed and ready to go; others found him fighting sleep as he struggled to roll his fat ass out of bed to go pee for the millionth time that morning.
But, no matter what, he constantly told himself that it was all going to be worth it when his daughter was placed into his waiting arms, healthy and strong and screaming like he imagined her to once she was born. Since she was his and Kurt's child, she'd have to have a set of lungs on her that could shatter windows with her screams. Plus Rachel insisted on singing to his belly quite a bit, so if the newborn didn't know her scales by the time of her birth, he'd be seriously surprised.
"Ready to go see papa, baby?" He asked his stomach, patting it softly as he turned to look at himself in the mirror. Kurt called him earlier to ask him out on a date, just a dinner date for two at the Hummel house. Kurt told him to dress nicely though because they were going to act like it was something expensive, so Blaine did his best, opting to wear a pair of blood red pants and a thick striped blue and red sweater that covered his belly just enough to not be tacky. His other clothing was tight on him, but this was comfortable and loose, so that's what he was going with. Sighing, he rubbed the lower part of his belly and headed out of his bedroom, carefully taking the stairs since it was harder to go up and down them nowadays with his tummy so distended.
"You ready now, Blaine? We need to leave before the storm hits!"
"I still don't see why you guys have to drive us over there. I'm pretty sure Rachel can drive just fine in the snow and all she's doing is dropping me off and picking up Finn, so you really don't have to come." He rolled his eyes as his fathers continued bundling themselves up; coats, hats, and gloves covered up most of what would be exposed out in the frosty air and once they were done dressing, they went about draping thick layers of clothing around Blaine's body, preparing him for the trek outside. "I really don't think this is necessary. I'll be in the car for like, twenty minutes tops and then I'll be going into a well-heated house! Rachel's already started the car, so I shouldn't need to be dressed this warmly!"
"Just a precautionary measure, sweetheart. The last thing we need is for you to catch a cold before the baby's born, right Leroy?"
"Right."
"So hold still while I fix this scarf," Hiram wrapped the knitted piece around Blaine's neck and swooped it into a loop, snuggly hiding his son's neck from the icy wind. "All ready to go! Got your keys and wallet, Leroy?"
"Got it. Did you take the stuff out to the car?"
"Yep. Alright, let's go!" Sliding his arm and hooking it around Blaine's, Hiram led them out the door and down the stairs to the slippery sidewalk. He and his husband helped their son to the car, gently lowering him into the backseat next to Rachel before they took their positions at the front. Once Blaine was all buckled in, he began to sniff around, nose scrunching as he took in the unfamiliar smell in the vehicle.
"Why does it smell like hashbrown casserole in here? And macaroni and cheese?"
Rachel's eyes widened and she caught Hiram's equally saucer-esque glance in the mirror. Leroy immediately took the reins, spilling out an answer that quieted Blaine's questions. "You don't remember me telling you about the party we're going to? I told you this yesterday. Your dad and I are going to that party for a friend of ours and they wanted me to make my famous casseroles. I can't believe you forgot! I guess the baby brain is strong with this one!"
Blaine frowned, eyes rolled up towards his eyebrows in thought as he struggled to remember his father telling him about their plans for the day. Honestly, he thought it was just him and Rachel heading out and that their dads would just stay back at the house, but obviously he was wrong. Maybe he was suffering from the forgetfulness that was baby brain after all? "I guess I forgot."
"I guess you did. Don't worry though. It happens all the time."
"Yeah... I guess so."
Within a half an hour, they were pulling in front of the Hudmel home, Rachel climbing out of the car before Blaine so she could help him out. Once Blaine was righted, he made his way to the front door with his sister on his heels, knocking his knuckles against the wood as he waited for someone to answer. Seconds later, Kurt appeared, smiling brightly as he took in his boyfriend's stoic expression. "Mmm, come in from the snow before you catch a cold. Hey Rachel," he offered as an afterthought while he helped Blaine from his heavy coat and scarf. "Do your dads want to come in for a second? They don't have to sit out there and wait for Finn. He's still getting ready."
"Oh, well... I could ask them." Rachel called out as she rushed back outside, coming back seconds later with Hiram and Leroy, both of them carrying casserole dishes, though Blaine didn't have a chance to notice that since his boyfriend was tugging him towards the living room.
"Kurt, where are we going?"
"Just gonna have you sit while I finish up our dinner-"
"But I don't want to sit. I'd rather-"
"SURPRISE!" The lights to the living room flickered on and a dozen people popped out from various places around the room, each of them beaming as they screamed when Blaine stepped in the doorway. Everyone from the New Directions was there (including Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury) and a few of Blaine's closest friends from the Warblers were there as well. Burt and Carole were standing off to the side, smiling at Blaine as he breathlessly looked around the room at his friends. They were all decked out in tiny pink party hats that read Baby Girl on them. Some members had sashes on - designated auntie, designated uncle, grandma-to-be, grandpa-to-be, uncle-to-be, aunt-to-be, daddy #2... and Kurt was quick to drop a daddy #1 sash around Blaine's neck that he carefully situated around his boyfriend's swollen belly.
"Happy baby shower, Abs." He murmured with a kiss to Blaine's cheek, smiling when his boyfriend latched onto his mouth for a deeper kiss that made several of the room's occupants blush.
"Get a room!" Puck yelled, laughing when Kurt flipped him off. For a few more seconds, the couple kissed and then Blaine pulled away all watery-eyed and smiling.
"I can't believe you did this. I had no idea."
"Yeah. We were really secretive, weren't we, Rachel?"
"Yep."
Blaine grinned at his boyfriend and sister, cheeks flushed as he looked up at them through his eyelashes. He was incredibly thankful for his family's generosity and secretive planning skills because he'd never been that surprised before - well, if you didn't count the day he found out he was pregnant, but oh well. With a sniffle, he embraced his sister and then went to hug his parents, the latter now decorated in their own sashes while Carole went to put their casseroles down by the other food set up like a buffet line. "Oh my god, you guys! You weren't going to a birthday party! You tricked me!" When his fathers nodded, he hugged them again, holding them each a little tighter until he pulled back and seriously looked at Hiram. "I thought Jewish people didn't believe in baby showers. Shouldn't you and Rachel not be here?"
"As if I'd miss my baby's baby shower! We've never been that conforming anyway, have we Rach?" Hiram patted his son's belly, smiling down at the boy as his child looked up at him in awe. "We want to be here to support you and Kurt on your journey. Your dad and I might've not been as kind or supportive as we should've been in the beginning, but we've calmed down quite a bit and we want you and Kurt to know that we think you'll be amazing parents and we can't wait to watch the two of you blossom into wonderful fathers." As he spoke, Burt and Carole came to join the group and Blaine felt himself tear up over how happy he was that his daughter would be having these wonderful people as her grandparents.
"We'll only be great fathers because we were raised by amazing people," he whispered, blinking back more tears when the small cluster of adults went to embrace him and Kurt, everyone murmuring sweet praises and wishes about the next few weeks to come. When they all pulled back, Rachel's loud voice came over the speakers that were set up near the tv, her sing-songy announcement interrupting everyone's train of thought.
"So now that we're all here, how about we play some games?!"
Like that, the party went into full swing. Silly baby shower pastimes came out of the woodwork. Rachel brought out the clothespin game, which Kurt instantly lost. Blaine lost his pins a while later because he wasn't able to keep himself from trying to cross his legs, no matter how tedious the action was with his big belly, and before they knew it, Sam was the winner of the whole thing, his laughter over getting a baby powder scented candle causing Blaine to almost choke on his fruit punch. Sam's a hoot, Blaine thought, and he was sure he'd be a great designated uncle to their baby.
Puck, in all his dorky (and gross) glory, did the diaper challenge game. Everyone was forced to sit around the room and pass around several diapers filled with melted candybars. The insides looked like poop and several of the partygoers were disgusted by the game, but others thought it was brilliant. Finn wiped the floor with that one, being a candybar connoisseur, and once that was over, they played several more games until it was time to eat. The food was plentiful: casseroles, sandwiches, salads, and desserts covered everyone's plates as they enjoyed themselves. The Dalton kids and the McKinley kids quietly chatted amongst themselves while they ate, talking about their respective schools, and Blaine sat on the sidelines, his plate balanced on his stomach as he watched both sets of his friends get to know one another better.
"So are you liking your shower so far?" Kurt asked him around a mouthful of mac 'n cheese.
"Yes, I love it. It's been amazing so far. Thank you for planning it. You did an amazing job." He gestured to the decorations scattered around the room. Everything was pink, yellow, purple, green, and blue - all pastels - and they decorated every inch of the living room and dining room. There were banners that said it's a girl and baby on them. There were balloons with the same messages and also on the tables that held the presents and food. There was also multicolored glitter sprinkled all over the place. It was a gorgeous set up, something obviously thrown together by Kurt and Kurt alone and as Blaine took it all in, he couldn't help but feel like he was falling in love with his best friend all over again. "I love you."
"I love you too," Kurt whispered, resting his hand on the side of Blaine's stomach while he watched everyone converse. "I can't wait 'til she's here."
"Me neither. She's going to be so loved."
"Based on the amount of people in this room, I'd agree."
Smiling, Blaine took his plate off of his belly and put it on the coffee table, snuggling close to Kurt as his boyfriend gently rubbed his tummy. The two of them sat like that for the rest of the party, only moving once it was time for Blaine to open his presents. For an hour, the couple laughed and thanked their friends for the insane amount of baby gifts they were given, and after the pile had finally been demolished, they sat back to rest while their friends and loved ones started to head out before the night's pre-warned winter storm finally set in.
It took several hours after Blaine arrived at the Hummel-Hudson abode for it to happen, but finally he and Kurt were alone, nestled among a severe pyramid of presents while their parents and Rachel and Finn cleaned up in the kitchen, boxing up leftovers and such. Blaine was half-asleep against Kurt's chest, their bodies stretched out on the couch as the ipod Kurt set up on the dock across the room continued to play various songs. Kurt himself was almost dozing, the heavy feeling of Blaine on his body soothing him into slumber, but before he could slip away completely, the sound of someone knocking on the front door shook him back to consciousness. Blaine woke up too, lazily pushing himself into a sitting position while Kurt followed suit and went to answer the door. No one in the kitchen heard the knocking, so they didn't come to check and see about the noise; that left Kurt and Blaine to answer it and when Kurt finally opened the door up, he was shocked to see Dave Karofsky standing on his doorstep.
"Dave?"
"Hey."
"What are you doing here? Did your dad-"
"Oh, umm... no. I told him and it went- well, it went better than I thought it would. He told me that he loves me no matter what and that he supports me-"
"Oh, David, that's great!"
"-and that he's glad I came to him with that. We, umm... we haven't told my mom yet, but she's not home so I'll probably tell her next weekend when she's home completely. I just- I wanted to stop by and say thank you and to, umm- give you this." The jock held out a package wrapped in lilac colored paper, a shiny pink ribbon stuck right in the middle of the box. "It's for the baby."
Blaine, who had been hovering behind Kurt the whole time, finally spoke up, smiling genuinely at the guy before them. "You really shouldn't have-"
"I thought it would be nice to thank the two guys who've helped me so far. I know I've been an ass to both of you and I'm so sorry I was like that. I want to make it up to you, but I don't know how. I thought maybe this could be a start. Like an olive branch or something?"
Blaine took the present and held it against his chest, cradling it against him like he was afraid it would break. He let Kurt do all the talking while he went over and set the package down on a sidetable, fingers deftly unwrapping the gift while his boyfriend talked. "We really appreciate the present. You really didn't have to, but thanks anyway. It was very nice of you to do that for us."
"Oh Kurt-" At the quiet sound of his boyfriend's voice, Kurt turned around, mouth falling open as he looked down at the item Blaine held in his hands. It was a gorgeous handwoven quilt with patches of different colors, pastel just like the shower decorations, and beautifully patterned. Blaine stroked his fingers over the fabric and then looked up at Karofsky with tears in his eyes. "It's so beautiful. Thank you, David."
"My aunt... she, uh, makes these. I told her a friend of mine at school was looking for a quilt for a relative's baby and she sold this one to me. I hope it's not too ugly or anything or that it doesn't match the nursery. I just thought-"
"It's beautiful," Kurt said softly, smiling at his former enemy while the other guy blushed. "Really, David. Thank you."
"It's no problem. It was either that or an OSU outfit. I wasn't even sure if either of you liked OSU to begin with. I mean, I know there's people in the state who hate them and prefer Michigan just for the hell of it-"
"Oh my god, I probably would've had to beat you up if you got something Michigan for her," Blaine grumbled teasingly, smirking at Karofsky. "We're an Ohio State family. Michigan sucks."
Karofsky laughed, "Well now I'm glad I stuck with my gut and went with the quilt. I really don't feel like getting my ass kicked right now." He chuckled some more, looking between Kurt and Blaine for a second before he stepped back and turned to make his way back to a waiting car that was just parked a little down the block. "I should probably go. Dad wants to take me out to dinner and it's getting pretty late. I, umm... hope you like the quilt and that you have a good night. Thanks again, Hummel... for, you know."
Kurt nodded and Blaine expressed his thanks again, the two of them watching as Karofsky ran to the car and hopped in the passenger seat, waving before he shut the door and sped off. Once the vehicle was out of Kurt's sight, he tugged Blaine back into the house and pulled him into another hug, holding him tightly as his boyfriend hugged him back.
"What was that for?"
"Just because." Sliding his hand into Blaine's, he led his boyfriend back to the living room with their newest present, depositing it with the others before they settled back down on the sofa and went back to their own little world where it was just the two of them (and Blaine's growing belly.) Within minutes, Blaine was fast asleep, cold nose pressed against Kurt's neck as he snored away and while he napped, Kurt held him close, one hand wrapped around Blaine's back while the other cupped his stomach.
There were only a few weeks left before they were daddies. Just a month to go and after this baby shower, they were almost ready. Almost but not quite.
A/N: My sincerest apologies for how long it took to update this. I had all these plans for this story and I lost my ideas just like that! I had to ask my readers on tumblr to try to get me back into writing because I took a break and lost the will to continue any of my fics and those prompts they sent me really sent my writing into gear... but not for this story. I actually had to go back and read this whole thing to remember what I had planned for it, so I can totally understand if my readers are completely lost because I was too. I do hope that some of you come back and stay with me on this journey to finish this. There's a few more chapters to go and the baby's gonna be born soon (speaking of that, what would you like to see? Just curious. Also I need some more baby names!) Thanks so much for reading and please let me know if you thought this chapter was up to par (compared to previous ones, considering the length of time between their postings!) Thanks!