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Kurt's phone beeped again. He sighed and reached out for it, although he knew very well who the text was from. Since that night two weeks ago Blaine wouldn't stop texting him. It was obvious that Blaine wanted to be his friend again and Kurt was unsure what to do.

Can I call you when I get to New York?

The morning after the wedding had been awkward for both of them. With no alcohol in their system they had really realised what they had done and they had dressed up in silence. Kurt had been ready to say goodbye when Blaine had stopped him and asked for his number. And he had given it to him.

And Blaine started texting him. He let him know that he was in New York again, that he finished unpacking, that he started working in the school and he loved it. And now he sent him a text to ask Kurt to go out for a coffee with him. Kurt sighed and put his phone down. He wanted to meet Blaine again but he was afraid that it would be just as awkward as that morning. And he didn't want that.

He quickly jumped out of the bed to get ready for the day. He only took two steps towards the wardrobe when the dizziness hit him and he had to hold onto the bedframe. Luckily it didn't lasted longer than a few seconds and he was able to continue to get ready.

"I have to sleep more" he murmured as he picked out a shirt to his pants.

Twenty minutes later he was on his way towards his favourite coffee shop. He found the small place when he moved into his apartment. The owner, Bill was a very kind old man with an always happy wife and five children. And they made the best coffee in New York.

"Good morning, Bill" he greeted the man with a wide smile.

"Morning, Kurt. The usual?" the man asked and Kurt nodded. He waited for his coffee to be ready, then paid for it and chose a free table and sat down.

"A medium drip, please."

Kurt snapped up his head when he heard the familiar voice and his eyes met Blaine's. The man smiled when he saw him and quickly paid for his coffee before joining Kurt.

"Hey" he greeted him.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" Kurt asked.

"They make the best coffee in the city. I come here every morning" Blaine replied and sat down beside Kurt.

"I know, I come here every morning, too" Kurt said. "I didn't know you live near."

"I live just across the street, actually" Blaine said. "It's good to see you again."

"Thanks" Kurt said and took a síp from his drink and then grimanced. Something wasn't right with his coffee.

"Is everything okay?" Blaine asked when he was his grimance. Kurt nodded quickly.

"Yeah. I think they just made it too strong today."

He wanted to drink from his coffee again but it smelled weird, so he decided to leave it. He can have another coffee at work.

"I have to go now but maybe you could come over for a movie sometime" Blaine said as he stood up.

"That would be great" Kurt replied without hesitation.

"I'll text you" Blaine said and after a short goodbye he left. Kurt looked after him for a few seconds, thinking that maybe getting close to Blaine again didn't have to be so awkward at all.

~ o ~

"Hey! Come in" Blaine greeted him three days later, when he arrived for their movie night.

"Hey! I brought wine" Kurt showed the bottle and stepped into Blaine's apartment. He quickly got out of his shoes and looked around. The place was bigger than his and it looked really nice. He couldn't wait to try out the comfy looking couch.

"I'll be right back" Blaine said and went into the kitchen for glasses. He returned within a minute and took the bottle from Kurt, opening it. "Do you want me to order now or later?"

"Let's order now, I'm hungry" Kurt replied and peeked into one of the rooms. He could tell it was the bedroom Blaine used, it was just as messy as their room used to be in the apartment in Bushwick.

"I should've cleaned up" Blaine murmured and closed the door, then he took Kurt's hand and led him back into the living room. "What do you want? Chinese? Pizza? Or something else?"

"Pizza would be great" Kurt smiled and sat down. He was right, the couch was really comfortable. He should buy a similar one for himself.

Blaine ordered the food and went back, sitting down next to Kurt.

"It'll be here soon. Should we start the movie or..."

"We could just talk while we wait" Kurt finished it for him and Blaine laughed.

"You still know what I'm thinking."

"Of course, that's my special ability" Kurt replied with a wink. Blaine poured them wine and handed one of the glasses to Kurt. "Thanks."

"So what do you want to talk about?" Blaine asked and made himself more comfortable by removing his bowtie and undo the first few bottoms of his shirt. Kurt tried not to stare.

"Do you like the school?" Kurt asked the first question that came into his mind.

"Yeah, the kids are great" Blaine began.

Kurt knew immediately that it was a good topic and Blaine would speak about it for hours if he let him. And he was right, Blaine told him about the glee club, about his most talented kids, how good one of the girls is and she didn't want to be a singer, and a dozen other things.

"Maybe you should just let them live. You know, like Mr Schue did. He never told us what to do after graduation, he just helped us find the way to our dreams" Kurt said when Blaine finally fell silent.

"Yeah, I want to do that, too" Blaine said, leaning closer.

"Then just let the kids..." Kurt couldn't finish the sentence as Blaine suddenly pressed his lips on his.

He froze for a moment, not sure what to do, but he wasn't able to resist. He grabbed Blaine's neck from behind, pulling him closer. Blaine became bolder, he slid his tongue between Kurt's lips and started unbottoning his shirt. Kurt climbed onto his lap quickly and searched with his fingers for the buttons of Blaine's shirt, keeping one of his hands still on Blaine's neck.

Beep!

They jumped away at the sudden noise, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"It's-it's the pizza" Blaine said, looking everywhere but at Kurt. He stood up quickly and grabbed his wallet before walking to the door. When he got back with the pizza, he found Kurt looking down and trying to hide his still red cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that" Blaine said quietly as he sat back next to Kurt.

"It wasn't your fault" Kurt replied, still not looking up.

"Hey, we're adults, we're singles, we shouldn't feel uncomfortable because of this" Blaine spoke up again, trying to enlighten Kurt's mood.

"We can't do this" Kurt said and finally looked into Blaine's eyes. "I want a real relationship and I'm sure you want it, too. And yes, we're good together in the bed, but we tried and failed twice in being together. It's just... we're not meant to be together."

God, why was it so hard to say it out? And why is Blaine looking so sad?

"Yeah, maybe you're right" Blaine whispered, looking away and blinking rapidly. That was so not the answer he expected.

"It's New York, I'm sure you'll find somebody soon" Kurt said and tried to smile. Blaine nodded sadly.

"Yeah, sure."

"I think I should go" Kurt said and stood up but Blaine grabbed his hand immediately.

"No! Please, stay" he pleaded.

"Okay" Kurt said after thinking about it for a minute.

~ o ~

"You look aweful."

Kurt looked up from his work to see Isabelle standing beside him. It was a week after his movie night with Blaine. After they had agreed to be just friends he really enjoyed the night with Blaine. And it turned out that he really liked the pizza with only meat on it. That was the first time he tried it out without vegetables but he didn't even missed them. He realised he had some kind of indigestion because he couldn't eat vegetables anymore and he couldn't drink his morning coffee. All his stomach kept inside was meat, hamburger, pizza and apple juice. And he felt really tired, although he slept more than before.

"Thanks, Isabelle" he said sarcastically and turned back to his work.

"I'm serious, Kurt. Are you sick? Maybe you should visit your doctor" Isabelle said in concern.

"I'm fine" he said and tried to smile. "I'll just rest more this weekend."

"Okay" Isabelle sighed. "Are you ready with the presentation? Everybody is here, we should start."

"Of course" he said and stood up quickly. Suddenly, he felt dizzy again and had to grab his desk to prevent himself from falling back.

"I really don't like this, Kurt. Please, promise me you'll go to your doctor" Isabelle said as she saw Kurt getting pale as a ghost.

"Fine. Can we go now?" he asked and took his things before walking towards the conference room.

The others were all there, looking at him with curiosity. Kurt always got something interesting. He started his presentation about Marc Jabocs' newest collection which he only saw a few days ago, showing pictures. It was hard to concentrate because he felt nauseous. Most of his co-workers were drinking coffee and it gave an aweful smell the small room.

"Can you open the window?" he asked suddenly from one of the men sitting by the window. He stood up, opened the window and Kurt feel the fresh air coming in instantly. "Thank you. So I was thinking about..."

It hit him suddenly. He thought the fresh air was enough to make him better but the need to throw up come out of nowhere. He only had time to slap his hand over his mouth and ran out of the room. Luckily the men's room was only a few steps away, so he reached the toilet just in time.

"Kurt, are you okay?" he heard Isabelle's voice from the door. He wanted to answer but he was too busy with emptying his stomach.

"Should we call an ambulance?" somebody else asked.

"I'm fine" he croaked out and stood up slowly. He went to the sink to wash out his mouth. "Just a bug or something. I'm sorry."

"Go home" Isabelle said quietly.

"But what about..." he started but Isabelle didn't let him finish it.

"We'll be fine without you. Go home, rest and don't come to work unless you feel better" she said seriously. Kurt sighed and shook his head.

"Fine, but if you need me..."

"I'll call you. Go!" Isabelle said urgently.

Kurt walked out of the bathroom, grabbed his things and went down. He decided to walk home, he needed fresh air. He was only halfway home when he walked in front of a fast food restaurant. The door was open and something smelled so good, it made his mouth water instantly.

"I'm sick, I can't eat fast food" he muttered but before he knew it, he was inside the restaurant. He didn't know what he wanted but something smelled delicious, he needed to taste it.

"Hi! Did you choose?" an older woman acroos him asked.

"I... something smells so good but I don't know what it is" he said and the woman laughed.

"Well, that'll be hard" she said.

Kurt looked around. He had to figure out what he wanted. He had luck, the other customer just got his order and as the smell reached him, he knew what he wanted.

"This is it!" he shouted, pointing at the other man's tray. He stopped for a moment, looking at Kurt with wide eyes but then he decided to go away from the man as fast as he can.

"Oh, cheeseburger with bacon!" the employee said as she recognized the burger. Just as she said out what he was going to eat was enough to make Kurt's stomach grumble.

"Yes, that'll be the one" he said and took out money from his wallet. "I don't understand. I never eat fast food but in the last few weeks I can't think of anything else but hamburgers and pizza."

"Aren't you nauseous?" the woman asked, having an idea what Kurt's problem could be.

"I am, I even threw up today in the middle of a presentation" he laughed. "I think I should go to the doctor. I've never been sick so long before."

The employee started laughing.

"Honey, it's not gonna go away anytime soon. You have to survive the first trimester somehow, then it'll get better."

"What?" Kurt asked. He didn't understand what she said.

"You're pregnant, right?" Kurt paled immediately. "My son was just like that when he got pregnant with our first grandsons. He didn't even know he was a carrier. Their surrogate was in the 6th month when he got pregnant with the twins. The first three years were like hell for them, but now the kids are older and..."

"I'm sorry" Kurt interrupted her, backing away. It can't be. He didn't even had sex except... except the night with Blaine. And they didn't use a condom. Crap. "I-I have to go."

He started walking out when the woman called after him.

"You forgot your cheeseburger!"

He went back for the food quickly – he wanted the cheseburger more than he had to hurry into the next drgustore – grabbed it and ran back to the door. When he reached his destination, he was almost hyperventillating. There were so many signs that proved his pregnancy that he almost fainted from the thought of making a pregnancy test. Although he and Blaine made it a few times without protection in high school, he didn't get pregnant and they never talked about the possibility of him being a carrier. Was it even possible to be pregnant after one night? That would be so unfair.

He found the pregnancy tests relatively fast. He looked around and saw ten or maybe more from them. He almost swore, why did they have so many? Wouldn't one type be enough? He started reading the first test but there were two women standing beside him, staring at him oddly, so he grabbed a few types and went to the cashier.

"One or two would be enough" the employee said when she saw eight pregnancy tests thrown in front of her.

"My-my girlfriend wants to be sure" he said quickly. The look on the woman's face told him that she didn't believe he was straight. He didn't want this to become more awkward, so paid for the tests and quickly left the store.

He ran home and his first thing to do was going into the bathroom. He took out one of the sticks and made the test. He knew he had to wait for a few minutes, so he went out because he knew he wouldn't be able to not watch it. He watched the time on his phone and after five minutes he went back into the bathroom to read off the result.

"This can't be true" he muttered, staring down onto the pink plus sign on the stick.