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 spills the beans at Thanksgiving dinner.]
A spread of food decorates the table, soft music plays in the background, and the smell of Thanksgiving's finest delights fills the air as a blended group of people sit down for their once-a-year celebration. It's a time for being family, a time to be thankful, and as cheesy of a holiday as it is, Blaine enjoys the time he gets to spend with his family, no matter how short it is. There's tons of yummy food to be eaten, stories to be shared (that just couldn't be told unless it's in person), and everyone's jubilant, ready for the day.
As Blaine's dad rounds the corner with a deliciously steaming golden-skinned turkey, the group seated at the table applauds, cheering on the man's excellent cooking skills as he lays out the dinner's star dish before them. It's his duty every year to do the turkey and every time, he forces his sons (and Kurt, now that he and Blaine are married) into watching him prepare the bird. Hours are spent rolling eyes and ignoring the constant reminders to baste the bird every fifteen minutes for perfectly crisp skin, but the Anderson boys know that these moments are meant to be cherished especially when their parents are getting older and who knows when it'll be their turn to be responsible for the turkey that Thanksgiving?
"You seem to be lost in thought," Kurt whispers, nudging Blaine with his elbow and knocking said man from his thoughts. Blaine looks up at him, blushing slightly when he notices the whole table watching him closely, like he'd zoned out too far while everyone had been trying to get his attention.
"Sorry. I'm just really hungry. The turkey looks great, dad. All of the food looks awesome." He thinks about making a suggestion to ignore their usual family traditions and just dig into the food, but he knows that if he doesn't participate in the typical Thanksgiving customs and such, he'll never say what he needs to and the moment will be lost.
"Well, now that Blaine's back with us," his father, William, teases, "perhaps we can go around the table and say what we're all thankful for." Every year, in lieu of a prayer (considering how various members of their family and friends were non-religious), the Andersons decided to start up a new tradition in which they and their guests would say a few short words about what they were thankful for that year. It could be anything: a new job, changes in wealth, changes in health, whatever they were happy for. Kurt and the Hummels, who've been joining them for dinner over the last five years, join in on the festivities too and this year, Rachel's with them, so she'll be learning the ropes soon enough.
"Why don't we start with Miss Rachel? Tell us what you're thankful for," Pamela, the Anderson matriarch, says and Rachel smiles, moving straight into a speech about how thankful she is for friends and family, as well as her newest acting gig on a variety hour singing tv show. From there, they go around the table, letting Burt and Carole speak followed by the Anderson parents, Cooper, and Kurt...
By the time it gets around to Blaine, the final speaker, he feels a swirling churn deep in his belly, the nervousness from earlier now forming into full-fledged panic over what he's about to say.
It's now or never, his mind supplies, trying its hardest to get him to muster up the courage to speak. Kurt's done talking and now everyone's looking at him and there it is... there's his moment.
He leaps, "I'm thankful for the life growing inside me that will be here in late May, hopefully in time for their father's birthday."
Around him, the table is completely silent. All of the parents are staring at him with poker faces, Rachel looks ecstatic as does Cooper, and Kurt? Well, Kurt's mouth is wide open, O-shaped like a fish; he's frozen in mid-inhale, blue eyes glazing over as he stares in shock at his husband.
"Blaine... what?"
"I'm pregnant. Happy Thanksgiving?"
The group bursts into cheers, happy congratulations rolling all around as Carole and Pam hug other. Burt and William clap each other on the shoulder and Cooper and Rachel start spouting off nonsense about being aunts/uncles and spoiling the dickens out of the baby.
The baby. Kurt's still silent, eyes still locked on Blaine's face as he studies him up and down. Smiling, Blaine nods, taking one of Kurt's trembling hands from his lap to place on his stomach, which was so conveniently covered beneath a thick woolen cardigan. Beneath his palm, Kurt can feel just the smallest of bumps, something that he'd never noticed during the haze of sleep whenever he and Blaine cuddled in the earliest hours of the morning. His fingers wiggle, stroking along the buttons of the cardigan and then he rests his palm there, leaning in to capture Blaine's lips with his own. "We're having a baby," he murmurs against Blaine's lips as he pulls away and once again Blaine nods.
His smile is blinding. "We're having a baby."
The two sit in their own little world, the rest of the family watching them quietly, lovingly, as they witness the private, happy moment between their two boys. It's a blessed occasion, one of the best Thanksgivings yet and already they're imagining what next turkey day's celebration will be like when there's another beautiful little face at the table.
"Well, you know what I'm thankful for?" Burt laughs, grinning at his sons when they both look up at him with matching smiles. "I'm thankful for this day! I'm thankful to sit here with my family and my friends and I'm incredibly thankful to know that I'm gonna be a grandpa in a few months! Here's to Blaine and Kurt - for giving us something else to be thankful about!" Cheers once again surround the table and then Burt sits, looking back at the group. "Now how 'bout we cut into that turkey! I'm starving!"
Laughter bounces all around and Kurt leans in to kiss his husband once more, whispering sweet words into Blaine's ear. Blaine just smiles back. As he watches his family start digging into the platters of food on the table, he relishes in the feeling of Kurt's hand on his stomach and in the warmth that this moment brings. It's all he could ever want, all he could ever need, and for that, he's incredibly thankful.
A/N: This idea wouldn't leave me alone, so you guys get to read this little drabble. To my fellow American readers who celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you have a lovely one filled with yummy food, fun... oh, and love! To those readers who aren't American or just don't celebrate, I hope you have a lovely, fun-filled day! Happy Thanksgiving!