The Joys of Parenthood

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 is an MPREG fic, 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.

[PROMPT: Blaine's not really feeling the weight gain, stretch marks, and other "perks" of pregnancy.]

He knew it was going to happen, but that still didn't make him feel any better when it did.

Stretch marks were a rite of passage when it came to pregnancy. Blaine had heard the horror stories, seen the scars, and now he himself was a carrier of them (among other things.) All along his swollen stomach were long jagged red marks, areas where his skin stretched to accommodate the new life growing within. They itched like the dickens and he hated the sight of them. They were ugly, they made him feel ugly, and he wanted them gone.

Sniffling, he wiped at his eyes for a moment before he dropped his shirt and padded back into the kitchen, yanking open the freezer to scoop out a carton of double chocolate fudge ice cream. Not caring whether or not Kurt got mad at him for eating out of the container, he grabbed a spoon from the silverware drawer and dragged himself into the living room, plopping down on the sofa with a huff. For a moment or two, he scrolled through the channels to find something to watch, finally settling on one of the many court shows before he balanced his carton of ice cream on his belly and began digging in. He was almost completely through the decadent goodness when the door to the apartment opened and Kurt swept inside, calling his husband's name as he kicked off his boots.

"Blaine? I got take out!"

Just the idea of adding even more food into his already stuffed belly made his stomach turn. Pushing himself up, the pregnant man wandered into the kitchen and met his husband with a kiss, tossing the now empty ice cream container in the trash while he watched Kurt divvy out box upon box of chinese food. "You can eat what you want. I'm not hungry."

"Probably because you polished off an almost full carton of ice cream," Kurt teased, tilting his head to smile at his husband. Within seconds, his smile faded when he noticed the blank look on Blaine's face. "Honey? Hey, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I-" Blaine sucked in a deep breath and turned away, walking out of the kitchen and down the hall to their bedroom. Based on the footsteps that sounded behind him, he knew Kurt was following, but he couldn't help but continue on into the master bathroom, shutting the door behind him for it to open again only a second later.

"Sweetheart, what is it? You know you can talk to me." Kurt stepped in behind Blaine and wrapped his arms around his husband's round stomach, settling his hands right above Blaine's belly button. He pressed his lips to the side of Blaine's neck and sighed when he felt his husband's tense shoulders lower just a bit. "What happened? You were fine before I left."

"I... I'm getting fat again."

"Okay, what? Again, Blaine? Really? Honey, you've never been fat. Never ever."

"Yes I have. Remember back when we were at NYADA and I-"

"Oh my god, Blaine. You were not fat then. You've never been and even if you were a million pounds heavier than you are now, I'd not give a crap. You're beautiful. Plus, how can you say you're getting fat? You're having our baby, honey. You're gonna gain weight; that's healthy!"

"Not when it looks like Edward Scissorhands and Freddy Krueger decided to decorate my stomach for the hell of it!"

Kurt tightened his grip around his husband, another sigh slipping from his lips as he nuzzled Blaine's dark hair. "So that's what this is about?" In front of him, Blaine remained silent, his body tensing once more, and the feeling of him so frozen against Kurt made the other man sad. "Honey... stretch marks are normal in pregnancy. They happen to the best of them. It's like you're a warrior earning your stripes-"

"You got that off of the internet!"

"So what if I did? It's the truth. Everyone gets them and it's well known that carrier pregnancies tend to get more stretch marks than a female pregnancy would." As he spoke, Kurt gently slid his arms from around Blaine and turned his husband, dropping to a kneeling position as he slowly pushed Blaine's shirt up and over his belly. "Sweetie, you barely have any-"

"More show up every single day! By the time I'm ready to have the baby, my stomach will look like a sunburnt zebra!"

Kurt smiled, shaking his head at Blaine's panic before he leaned forward and began peppering kisses all along his husband's belly, along every little red crease that decorated his skin. The more he kissed, the quieter (and calmer) Blaine seemed to get and by the time he'd kissed the last mark right below Blaine's extended belly button, his husband was completely silent. "You okay?"

Shakily, Blaine answered out a whispered yeah and Kurt rose to his full standing height, tugging his husband against his chest. Blaine's bare stomach pressed against his hip and he chuckled at the feeling of how different it was to hug Blaine anymore. A long time ago, they'd be chest-to-chest and he could feel Blaine's heart beating against his own. Now there was a rounded belly in the way... and Kurt loved it. Smiling, he stepped back a bit and unbuttoned his own shirt, letting it slide off of his shoulders before he stepped in and softly bounced his stomach against Blaine's.

"If you're trying to make me jealous that your belly's all flat and unblemished, you're doing a wonderful job," Blaine grumbled, slipping back into his sour mood. Kurt rolled his eyes, linking his husband's hands within his own.

"You're so dumb. I love your stomach and what it represents. I look at mine and I'm... well, I'm a little jealous-"

"Sure you are."

"I am! You get to feel him growing and moving and I just get to watch you and while that's lovely within itself, I am a little jealous."

"Well then you can have the next one. Then when you start getting stretch marks and start flipping out, I can say I told you so."

"You wouldn't. You'd be doing what I'm doing right now and you'd be genuine about it, just like I am now. Because right now you are the most beautiful person in the world to me. You're carrying our child, you're growing and changing, and you look amazing. Pregnancy really agrees with you."

"Kurt, don't-"

"And I will do whatever I have to in order to make you understand that. Whether it be-" He slid his arms behind Blaine's neck and pulled them together again, "-like this." He kissed Blaine's nose, then his lips followed by his forehead. "Or this." His hands ran down Blaine's arms to his waist where he finished tugging off his hubby's shirt and once Blaine's chest was bare, he flicked his tongue over the other man's nipple, slipping down further as his tongue marked a trail down Blaine's body. "Or even this." With expert precision, he unhooked Blaine's jeans and yanked them down to his knees (along with his boxers) kissing wetly down the man's round stomach before he got closer and closer to his final persuasion spot.

"Kurt-"

"Yes honey?"

"I love you," Blaine whimpered, gasping when Kurt finally put his mouth back on him and showed him how much he loved him too.

Later that night, when they were laying in their bed naked and satisfied, Kurt lovingly rubbed lotion into his husband's itchy, stretched skin, kissing each and every individual mark on Blaine's belly as he reiterated just how much he adored his pregnant husband. He was sure he'd been doing this night after night, but he would do it for the rest of his life if it made Blaine feel better. Months down the line when Blaine got more stretch marks and his body softened up a bit just a few weeks before their son was born, Kurt made sure that his husband knew just how beautiful he was and always would be.

And Blaine really appreciated it.

A/N: Originally this was gonna be just a straight daddy!Klaine fic that consisted of non-mpreg related drabbles. However, I hit a funk over the weekend and needed to get my mojo back, so I asked for some prompts to get me back into writing again and these next few posts are the results of those prompts. You all are welcome to send me prompts as well. It helps me get back into the swing of things, especially since I need to get my thoughts together to finish the other really long WIPs I have left. Anyway thanks for reading!