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: Surprises all over the place! Especially babies!]
"You said you were in a two bedroom apartment, right Mr. Anderson-Hummel?"
"Mhmm. Just moved in a few months ago."
"Well, ummm... perhaps you should think about looking for something bigger?"
Blaine stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets and kept walking through the busy, wet streets. The air was chilly, wind blowing fiercely as he pushed through the crowds of tourists and city-dwellers alike on his way back home to his apartment. The rain had finally let up, so his umbrella hung limply on his wrist and now he was able to hide his trembling hands in his pockets.
They were trembling because he was freaking terrified. Well, dazed, somewhat giddy, and nervous as hell, but mostly terrified. Because today he went in for a regular check-up and ultrasound and that's when his obstetrician found something a little peculiar about the child he was carrying... well, not about the child actually, but about the pregnancy in itself. Because he just wasn't having one baby - oh no, he was having two. Two babies! Twins!
The first ultrasound he had didn't even register the second fetus. The baby's heartbeat blended in with its sibling, but now that he was further along, Baby B (as the doctor so lovingly referred to it as) showed its presence and surprised the hell out of Blaine and his ob/gyn.
"Something... bigger?"
"If you look right here," the woman said softly, pointing her finger to a various blob on the screen, "that's another fetus. You're having twins."
Never in a million years did he imagine that he'd been carrying twins with his first pregnancy. He and Kurt tried really hard to conceive and after two years of marriage, Blaine found himself getting more exhausted recently, as well as a bunch of other random symptoms. Within days of voicing his concern to his husband, he found himself taking a test and when that came out positive, they went in to find out if it was really true. Of course, the doctor confirmed it and they were overjoyed with the news, very excited about becoming parents.
Now though, they'd be having two babies, not one like they planned.
Swallowing heavily, Blaine tugged his jacket a little tighter on his frame, ignoring the way it hardly gave at the pull (his stomach was growing fast, faster than he ever imagined though he now knew he could explain it since he was having twins; still, his clothes were getting snug and soon he'd need a new wardrobe.) He could see his apartment complex coming into view and his heart pounded loudly in his chest, fear drumming up his spine as he thought about what his doctor said about moving. They were only planning on one child, not two so their apartment was a little bit on the small side for a soon-to-be family of four. Sure, things would be okay when the babies were wee little, but once they started growing, that perfect little apartment Kurt and Blaine fell in love with would be too small to live/function in and they'd have to move.
Fan-freaking-tastic, right?
Before he stepped into the building, Blaine paused, staring up at the high-rise with wet eyes, nose scrunched as the wind whipped at his face. As soon as he stepped in that building and got to his apartment, he'd have to break the news to Kurt and while he was sure his husband would be happy for him (well, them actually because he wasn't the only one in all this), Blaine was pretty sure that Kurt would be a little devastated to have to move after finding the perfect place.
Oh well, some things have to be pushed aside when it comes down to it and their barely lived in home would have to go back on the market while they looked for something bigger. Preferably something they could move into before Blaine got too far along in his pregnancy.
"Morning Blaine!" One of his chipper neighbors called out as she ran towards a waiting taxi, startling him from his thoughts. Feeling the ever present nausea of nerves creeping up on him, he waved back at her and then slipped inside the building, dragging himself towards the elevator before he settled inside and leaned against the wall, eyes barely focusing on the glowing button that led to his floor. The higher the lift climbed, the more nauseated he became and he rubbed a hand against his barely-rounded belly, muttering to himself (and the babies) that he'd very much appreciate it if he could bypass the whole puking thing. He did enough of that as is.
Once the elevator stopped on his floor, he climbed out and rummaged through his pockets, digging out the ring of jingling keys before he paused in front of his door and unlocked it. Inside, he was met with silence... which was strange because Kurt was home and he usually had something on whether it was music or the tv as background noise. However, today found the home completely silent and Blaine panicked a little, shutting the door behind him as he tossed his keys into the decorative bowl by the door. "Kurt? Honey, are you here?"
Just that morning he left his husband in bed, still fast asleep while he went out to his doctor's appointment. It wasn't like Kurt didn't want to go or that Blaine didn't want him there. Kurt was just... he was sick. For the last week, the man couldn't keep a single thing down and he was incredibly tired. The flu was going around, so Blaine made sure that he kept his distance from his ill husband; though deep down, he desired to take care of Kurt and make sure everything was alright, but Kurt - weary of Blaine's pregnancy and how the flu could possibly affect the baby - made his husband stay well out of his way.
Now though, if Kurt was really sick enough to want to suffer in the silence, Blaine knew he couldn't stay away. He'd keep a little bit of distance just in case he made Kurt mad with his hovering, but other than that, he wasn't gonna stand by and watch his husband get worse. "Kurt?" He called out again, shrugging out of his coat and shoes before he made his way down the tiny hallway, peering into the living room where his husband had last been. Sure enough, Kurt was sitting on the arm of the couch, head ducked and hidden in his hands as he rocked back and forth. "Honey?"
"Wha- oh, I didn't hear you come in." Kurt whispered. The words cracked as he spoke and Blaine frowned, stomach turning when he noticed the broken look in his husband's eyes. It looked like Kurt had been crying before Blaine got home and immediately, Blaine's thoughts went to the worst possible scenarios.
"Oh my god, what happened? Is it your dad? Carole? Rachel? What is it-"
"I'm pregnant."
Oh. Wait... "What?"
Kurt looked up, watery eyes falling on Blaine as he brought his linked fingers to his lips. Head shaking, he darted his gaze to the floor and inhaled softly, breath quaking just a bit at the end. "I took a test just after you left. It was supposed to be a joke. We had some left over from when you took yours and I thought well I've been feeling pretty crappy lately, why not take a pregnancy test? It came out positive. All of them did."
"All of them?"
"I took the last four. I... I wasn't expecting it. I took the first one and it came up positive, so I took the others just in case. They all say the same thing: I'm pregnant, Blaine. I'm pregnant and you're pregnant and how are we supposed to do this? Raising two babies at once! We weren't planning on that!"
Blaine's heart felt like it completely stopped in his chest. When he got home and noticed how quiet everything was, his worry overshadowed the news he'd been nervous to spill out. Now, after hearing his husband announce his own pregnancy, Blaine felt incredibly sick, like he was about to pass out at any moment. It was too hot, too hard to breathe, and he dropped down into the chair on Kurt's left, hands immediately falling to his belly. "Kurt-"
"I know we talked about having a few kids, two or three in the future. But two at once? They'll be just months apart from one another depending on how far along I am. What's that gonna be like? It'll be like raising twins!"
Oh god. "Or triplets," Blaine muttered, voice breaking off into a cough. Kurt's eyes widened and he looked up at him, brows raising as he stared at Blaine's slightly swollen belly.
"What... what do you mean triplets?" When Blaine didn't answer, Kurt pressed on, his voice raising an octave as he started to panic. "Blaine?"
"I'm having twins, Kurt. The second baby, Baby B, showed up on the ultrasound today." Fingers trembling, Blaine pulled the small scans from his cardigan pocket, holding them out to his ridiculously pale, wide-eyed husband. "Three babies. We're having three babies within months of each other-"
"Oh my god."
"We're gonna have to move and find a bigger place and we're... god, we're gonna have to get better jobs. Neither of us can do shows being several months pregnant and we can't pay the bills on just our savings alone. Jesus, Kurt, what are we gonna do?"
"I really don't know. I just... don't know."
Kurt held the ultrasound photos on his lap, nails trailing along the tiny white humanoid looking creatures in the photos. Above one was the label Baby A and the other was known as Baby B; they were both just pictured there, now able to be seen clearly and very much showing off that they were twins. Baby A had to have been the one they saw (and heard) at the clinic the first time they had a check-up, but now its sibling was showing up there right beside it, proving to Kurt that what Blaine said was true. They were going to be parents of three little ones. Three for the price of one basically... well, except not because three babies would be very, very expensive. Basically they expected one and got two free.
How strange...
The more Kurt looked at those tiny little babes pictured in the photos Blaine gave him, the more ridiculous their whole situation seemed. It all started with his dad making a comment about being a grandfather before he died; Kurt took the comment to heart even though he knew his dad was joking because there'd been another heart attack scare and Kurt wanted so badly to make his dad a grandpa before anything else happened. That night, he talked to Blaine about it and they agreed that the time was right; they had enough money in savings to keep them well supported through the pregnancy and that's when they started trying. For a while, it was just Blaine trying to get pregnant. Kurt was doing a show and Blaine wasn't, so since he'd been able to be off work for a while, he was the best bet to have a baby.
Of course, then there were the nights that Blaine pressed Kurt down into the mattress and fucked him breathless and it had to have been one of those evenings that this other baby was conceived. Fuck. To even consider the whole thing was mind boggling. He never imagined it to happen like this, but there they were, both of them pregnant. Kurt with one baby (hopefully - if he was having twins too then something had to be in the water, honestly) and Blaine with two and while it was the scariest fucking thing to think about, deep within his heart, it felt right.
"We can do this," he said softly, glancing up through his lashes at Blaine to find his husband staring at him worriedly. "It'll be hard, but we can handle it. We can start looking for a new place right now and we can break the news to our families after we find out about this one-" He gestured to his flat stomach, to which Blaine smiled shyly, "-and then we can figure out the money situation."
"So what you're saying is that we shouldn't freak out right now?"
"Yes because neither of us need the stress right now. Especially you." Smiling, Kurt set the ultrasound photos down on the coffee table and stood up to make his way over to the chair that Blaine sat in. Carefully, he squished himself down into the comfortable recliner with his husband and then let his hand fall to the hard bulge of Blaine's ever growing stomach - truthfully, he was excited to watch it grow more now that he knew there were two babies in there; it was exciting to say the least. "I can't believe you're having twins. I must have super sperm or something-"
"Shut up! You're such a dork!" Blaine snorted, playfully shoving Kurt's arm before he settled down against his husband and gently placed his palm on Kurt's still firm abdomen. "I can't believe I knocked you up. Go me. It's my birthday!" He sang, doing a little dance in his seat.
"Yeah... and I'm the dork," Kurt teased, rolling his eyes as he leaned forward and pecked a kiss to Blaine's lips. When he pulled back, he looked down at their hands, one on each other's bellies and he grinned, happy to know that despite the incredible amount of surprises they'd been handed, they were going to have a beautiful, loving family. "We're gonna make pretty awesome parents, don't you think?"
Beside him, Blaine chuckled and leaned back in for a kiss, smirking against his husband's lips, "You know it. But I'm pretty sure we're gonna have to grow more arms."
"Agreed."
A/N: Remember these are also on tumblr as well. If it's in drabble form, it'll probably be on tumblr first and then I'll post it here. As for my lengthy WIPs, they're only on here for right now (soon to be on Ao3 and maybe scarvesandcoffee once I figure either of those two out!) My tumblr name is the same as my author pen on here, so if you have a tumblr, come on over and talk to me! Thanks for reading!