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: Kurt and Blaine have some news to break to Blaine's mom.]
There's just something about the arrival of springtime that makes one feel alive. After dealing with a hellish winter season, the sight of clear skies, budding tree leaves, and vivid green grass can evoke loads of happiness in many a downed Midwestern soul. Now that it's warmer, people are buzzing around the town, heading out for lunch or going on walks with their pets or significant others. The area's brimming with excitement since people are finally able to leave the prisons of their homes for a bit of leisure time; time that doesn't involve bundling up in heavy layers and heading out into a lake-effect blizzard.
Pam Anderson is one of those people. Kurt and Blaine just don't know it yet.
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As Kurt cruises the car through the backroads, robotically driving the route that will take him to the house that his husband grew up in, he reflects on all things spring: how bright everything is, how warm everything feels (even though the temperature isn't as high as it could be.) Beside him, Blaine is quiet, staring out the window as they pass the pops of color outside.
Kurt wonders if he's thinking about the same stuff.
Around them, the season is full of life; new things are born every single day - flowers, animals, babies, love. As they pass a local farm, they catch sight of a few brand new calves stumbling around in the fields and the sight makes Blaine smile, glancing over at Kurt with a look in his eyes that makes Kurt preen just a bit.
Because there's a reason for this trip they're making... and the significance of this mini-vacation goes along well with the theme of this lifegiving season.
"Not much further to go. I can see your street."
"Good. I'll be glad when this ride is finally over."
Of course, Blaine's right. Nothing beats the feeling of climbing out of a stuffy rental car after several hours being cramped up in it (though Kurt is sure Blaine's also ready for the trip to be over considering his newly discovered carsickness.) Stepping out to the fresh, sweet-smelling aroma of newly bloomed flowers is a godsend and as Kurt stretches his long arms towards the heavens, he celebrates these little things. Things such as finally getting out of the driver's seat and being able to give his tingling limbs a break. He takes a few moments to gather the feeling back into his legs and then he turns towards his husband, frowning as he takes in Blaine's yawning mouth and tired eyes.
"You alright, honey?"
"Yeah. It's just good to be home." The younger man whispers as he leans back some, stretching his own exhausted limbs. Once he's loose and limber, he edges towards the house, one hand waving Kurt off after his husband asks about their bags. "We can get them later. I just want to get something to drink and lay down."
Nodding, Kurt follows Blaine up the walkway, moving quickly to catch up and lace their fingers together as they make their way to the home they know all too well. Time has changed the Anderson abode. No longer are there several cars in the driveway - just one... usually. Kurt's not sure where it is now. Maybe in the garage? Nonetheless, after Blaine's parents' divorce, things went from extravagant to more toned down. Blaine's mom got to keep the house in the settlement, but his dad got the cars, including the one Blaine helped him restore years ago. Lots of things are missing from the home, especially things on the inside, but Pamela's done quite the job making her once happy home look more like the place that Blaine and Cooper grew up in.
Kurt and Blaine try their best to make time to come visit. They make week long trips out of it - taking time off work to run to Ohio and visit their families and friends. Half of the week, they stay at Burt and Carole's and then the rest, they stay at Pam's. This time, however, Kurt's parents are out on vacation, so Pam's got the boys all to herself, which should please her immensely. She does miss her sons after all. Cooper's off doing his acting thing in Los Angeles and Blaine's up in New York City making music. They're so far away.
But Blaine's home now. For the moment, at least.
Bouncing in place, Blaine presses his finger against the doorbell and waits for a response, his expression souring when nothing happens. Kurt squeezes his hand and then reaches out to knock, waiting as well. "Maybe she's sleeping?" He offers, tilting his head in thought. If there was something Pamela Anderson was keen on doing during the day, it was napping. That woman was one of the bubbliest women Kurt had ever known, but boy could she out sleep anyone. It was like she used all of her energy to be outgoing and then needed hours to recharge. The action was pretty outstanding, but Kurt had to admire her tenacity. Pam was spunky and fiery. She deserved a good rest every once in a while.
"I dunno," Blaine answers, moving around the front porch to peer into the windows. He can't see much considering the blinds are shut, as well as the curtains. So he finally gives up and pulls his keyring from his pocket, sifting through the keys until he finds the lilac painted one he's had for years. Jamming it into the lock, he easily opens the home up and shuttles Kurt inside, slamming the door shut behind them. "Mama! We're here! Where are you?"
Silence answers them, which unnerves Blaine to no end, and before Kurt can say a word, his husband's off and searching the house for his mother, his voice calling out for the missing woman.
"She knew we were coming! Where is she?"
Kurt shrugs and nods, peering into the kitchen to find absolutely nothing. "Yeah, but we said we'd be here later tonight. It's barely noon. Maybe she went out to get groceries or something." Except when he checks the fridge, it's obvious that she's not grocery shopping - the shelves are fully packed. Same goes for the pantry. There's not a note on the fridge either, no word of Pam Anderson's whereabouts to be seen. "Blaine, honey, maybe we should just call her. She might be out-" His words trickle away when he hears the front door unlock and open, Blaine's name calling out in a familiar tone.
"Blaine? Kurt? Are you guys here? I'm so sorry!"
Footsteps pound down the steps and Kurt steps out of the kitchen, smiling as he takes in his husband all wrapped up in his mother's arms. Pamela looks pleased to see him, a bright smile on her face. Her hands stroke up and down Blaine's back and she holds him close, loving the feeling of having her baby boy back in her arms. For a moment, neither Anderson notices Kurt until Pam opens her dark eyes and spots him, beckoning him to join in on the fun. Quickly, she wraps him up in an embrace and greets him with a kiss on the cheek, excuses tumbling from her lips a mile a minute.
She speaks so fast that Kurt has a hard time catching what she's said, but then Blaine's suddenly shooting out of their three person hug, one hand pressing against his abdomen and the other covering his mouth as he tears away from them and down the hall to the guest bathroom.
"Blaine? Oh honey, no." Kurt shoots Pam a sad look and then disappears down the hall to find Blaine crouching over the toilet, spitting and sputtering as he empties his stomach. Pam comes up behind him and places a hand over his shoulder to get him to move and then she's crouching down beside her son, stroking her long nails through his fluffy hair.
"My poor Blainey. Morning sickness is rough, isn't it?"
Both Anderson-Hummels jerk back in shock, Kurt giving Pam an impressed look while Blaine's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. It's a second long glance because he's back with his head in the toilet within seconds.
"How did you-"
"It's not hard to figure out." Pam says as she stands, moving to wet a wash cloth with cool water. She places the folded towel on the back of Blaine's neck and then steps out, hovering behind Kurt while her son-in-law moves to help Blaine. "Certain smells trigger the urge to throw up whenever you're pregnant. I couldn't bear to smell any bit of Blaine's dad's cologne during my pregnancy with him. As soon as Blaine leaned in to give me a kiss, I felt him tense up and as soon as he backed away, I knew. Sorry if I ruined the surprise."
There's not much for Kurt to do but nod. He smiles sincerely at his mother-in-law, knowing that while the cat's out of the bag at least things didn't go to complete shit. They'd originally planned to break the news to her over dinner. Blaine had the idea to take her out to any one of the expensive restaurants located in Columbus and they were gonna break the news to her there in the form of a card with a picture of the baby's first ultrasound. Unfortunately, Blaine's sensitive pregnancy nose got him into trouble and Pam found out a different way... she'd still enjoy the card though. Pamela Anderson was not one to turn down a celebration, cards included.
"You okay, babe?" Kurt asks, kissing the top of his husband's now-damp hair as Blaine leans back against his chest. After weeks of nothing but dealing with this horrible form of all-day sickness, Kurt's used to seeing his husband weak-limbed and pale. At first, it scared the dickens out of him to see Blaine so boneless and tired, but he knows that it's just the pregnancy taking a lot of out of the other man. Carrying another life is rough and even though they'd only known about this for a month and a half, Kurt can already tell that this is gonna be one hell of a trip. "Do you know what made you sick?"
Blaine grumbles, twisting his form to look over at his mother who's still standing a few feet away in the open doorway. "Did you-" He clears his throat, "-just come from the salon?"
Blushing, Pam nods, tossing a section of beautifully curled, freshly highlighted hair over her shoulder. From his spot on the floor, Kurt can see that she's sporting a new manicure too. She really went all out for their visit. "I went to the spa this morning. Had a wax, hair cut, color, and style, and then I had a mani/pedi. Just thought I'd pamper myself before you boys came in. I didn't want you coming home to see me looking like some sort of swamp thing." When her son hunches forward to spit in the commode once more, her expression softens. "But had I known you would get nauseated over that lovely salon smell, I would've waited. Sorry baby."
"It's alright."
They each wait a few more minutes in silence, Blaine with his eyes closed as he waits for the world to stop spinning so he can stand and get cleaned up. Once he's feeling better and has the chance to freshen up, he turns to his family and offers them a sad smile, apologizing for ruining their afternoon.
"Sweetie, you're pregnant. You have all the excuses in the world." Pam blows him a kiss, careful to not get too close just in case she triggers yet another bout of sickness. Blaine catches the kiss and holds it against his heart, smiling weakly at his mom while the family exits the bathroom and heads to the living room. Kurt helps Blaine take a seat on the sofa, brings him a glass of ice water, and then he goes to fetch their bags, thanking Pamela over his shoulder when she comes out to help him as well.
The bags stay in the hall to be carried upstairs later, but Kurt digs out the card for Pam and carries it with him into the living room, handing it to her before he takes a seat beside Blaine.
"Is this for me?"
"It's how we were going to tell you about the baby," Blaine mutters bitterly, shrugging off Kurt's attempt at consoling when the older man leans over to kiss his shoulder. Pam snorts at his annoyed expression and coos at him, only annoying him further. "It's not funny, mama. I had it all planned out."
"Baby, you know I don't need bells and whistles to keep me happy. I love surprises and this is the best surprise you could give me - other than your wedding that is," she says with a wink, tearing open the card. Both men watch her eagerly, awaiting her reaction to seeing her grandchild for the first time. "Oh. Oh, you guys." Her eyes fill up with tears, the wetness trickling down and smudging her makeup just a bit after she moves to wipe them away. "How beautiful. My gorgeous little grandbaby."
Blaine's face lights up at his mother's words and he reaches out, taking Kurt's hand within his own. "They think we're gonna be having an early October baby. So maybe you two will share a birthday?"
"Really? Oh honey, that's awesome." Pamela sniffles again, kissing the ultrasound photo before she pops up from her seat and rushes over to put it on the mantle alongside a set of pictures of her family - ones of Cooper and Blaine when they were little, some professional shots of Cooper, and a few of Blaine and Kurt from their wedding and so on. She steps back to admire the photo, blinking away the refilling tears in her eyes. "I can't wait to be able to add photos of this little one to go along with the cute ones of you guys."
"October will be here before you know it."
"Oh, I'm sure it will."
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Months go by, time fading away as the seasons change from spring to summer, leaving the air sticky and damp, too hot and much too annoying to deal with day after day. Back in Ohio, the Anderson home is changing yet again. The fireplace mantle is now adorned with new pictures of Pam's still growing first grandchild; soon these photographs will be side-by-side with actual pictures of said baby and Pam's super excited. It's been quite a while since she's been giddy when it comes to decorating her home. Long ago, her house was filled with photos of her whole family - her husband included. After the divorce and all the anguish she'd gone through to end her marriage, she cut her ex out of the pictures, tossed them into the fire, and enjoyed a glass of red wine while she watched his stupidly smug face melt away in the flames.
It was soothing back then, to watch her asshole of an ex burn up and turn to ash. Sometimes she wished she'd set his ass on fire years ago. If only.
Now, with the summer heat sweltering and only months to go before her grandbaby's born, Pam is busy sorting things out when it comes to her life. Still ridiculously single, she manages to go on dates, gushing to her lovers that she's about to become a grandmother (and getting the usual but you're way too young to be a grandma exclamation from them too, which always makes her feel better.) No one's tickled her fancy yet, but she's having fun, much too youthful to settle down just yet. She's not that old.
Just knowing that her life is about to change forever has her on edge... in a good way. She's incredibly proud of Blaine for taking some time off his job in the music industry to become a stay-at-home dad. Back in the day, she herself was a stay-at-home mom and she supplemented her family's income with sales of catalog beauty products. Blaine won't need to haggle and scrimp like she did; Kurt makes enough money on his own with his fashion designs, plus he's not as stingy with their dollars either, not like her former husband was.
Blaine and Kurt are making things work for them and she's ridiculously happy for them - psyched too. Because soon they'll be parents and the relationship she once lovingly watched bloom from friendship to marriage will strengthen and grow... and she can't wait.
She's still lost in her thoughts when behind her, the computer makes a noise, alerting her to an incoming Skype call. She jumps, twisting around and adjusting her workout clothes before she slides into the desk chair and accepts the call, grinning wide at the sight of her son before her. Ever since she found out about Blaine's pregnancy, he's been more of a mama's boy than usual, calling her whenever to ask her things - things about the pregnancy, about the baby's growth, or tidbits about what things were like for her whenever she was going to have him and Cooper. The pregnancy brings them closer than ever and even though they're hundreds of miles away, she's never felt more in tune with her baby boy than now.
"Hey sweetie. How are you? You feeling better?"
"Hi mom. I'm okay. Still got a touch of heartburn, but it's not that bad."
"Oh, I had so much heartburn with you! I was scared to death that you'd come out looking like Chewbacca! You didn't... you just had a full head of hair and it was so cute!" She chuckles when her son rolls his eyes. From the way he's sitting (or maybe it's from the way he has his laptop angled), she can see his rounded belly, the extra weight in his stomach straining against his tight clothing. Even pregnant, he can't seem to give up the clingy fabrics, but it looks cute on him. He really makes pregnancy look good.
"Kurt and I are working on the baby's room right now. I thought you might like to see what all we've done so far."
As he moves to stand up and take the computer with him, Pamela pops the lid off her bottled water and settles back in her chair, waiting patiently for her heavily pregnant son to get situated. She brings the bottle to her lips for a drink and pauses, some of the ice cold water spilling from the opening to land on her blouse.
She doesn't even notice. Instead, her eyes are locked on the scenery onscreen, on the room behind Blaine and a smiling, off-to-the-side and also waving Kurt. The room is mostly sky blue with thick, fluffy white clouds painted along the upper wall and ceiling. The bottom (near the baseboards) is painted to look like long blades of green grass with bright pops of color along the strands in the shape of various flowers. A stark white crib stands in the middle of the room and there's a bright yellow sun painted in the corner, shining its rays down on the adorably decorated furniture.
It's not the crib that causes her mouth to fall open in shock though; it's what's above it. A few multicolored bubble letters, painted to match the flowers along the lower wall, are hanging over the baby's bed. They read: M-O-R-G-A-N.
Morgan. Like her maiden name.
"Blaine-"
"Umm, surprise? It's a girl, mama. You're gonna have a granddaughter."
Tears well up in the woman's eyes, her chest tightening with repressed sobs as she stares at her grinning boy and his husband, both of them eagerly waiting her response. Blaine stands before her, the laptop now sitting somewhere else so she can get a full look of the room as well as her boys, and when he places a hand on his rounded tummy, she finally breaks, laughing and crying at the same time.
"Mom?"
"I'm fine. I'm okay, sweetie. I'm just so... so happy!" She can't help herself. As she looks through a glassy, watery gaze at her youngest, she can't help but remember what life was like for him back here in Ohio. Comparing her two children, it was easy to see which one struggled and which one thrived. Cooper had it easy compared to Blaine; he was never bullied, always popular. He always had friends and was a genuinely energetic, outgoing boy. Blaine was shy and nervous, outgoing in a way that he always wanted to make friends... but he had a hard time keeping them. Even as he grew older, he fought to be a people pleaser, even in a world that hated him for being who he was.
There were nights when Pam would sneak past Blaine's room and freeze, heart dropping at the sound of her baby boy sobbing in his bedroom over the things happening in school. He wouldn't tell her, would only say he wished he had friends. Then he wound up in the hospital for months after an attack at his very first school dance. Those weeks after the vicious assault left Pam feeling helpless and angry. Her husband acted nonchalantly about it and that's when their relationship - as fragile as it already was - started to crumble even more. From there, Blaine retreated, needed therapy and help to come back out of his shell. Then he went to Dalton, made friends, and met Kurt.
The rest was history: falling in love, losing more friends, gaining other friends, making mistakes, losing Kurt, getting Kurt back, having more trouble, losing Kurt again, disappearing into that same darkness from before, being pulled from said darkness, marrying Kurt. So much had happened within the last decade and now, as she looked at her son and took in the life he had today, she was bursting with pride, ecstatic that good things were happening for her baby.
"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. So proud of both of you."
The husbands smile at her, Kurt leaning in to rest his hand on Blaine's belly while they both smile happily at the emotional woman on their laptop screen. They wait until she's calmed down before they take her on a tour of the rest of the nursery, giggling at her awe whenever they show off the changing table and rocking chair set that matches the crib and dresser.
"Baby Morgan is going to have the best room."
"Tell me about it," Blaine muses, winking at his mother. "She's got a talented interior designer for her papa." And Kurt blushes, making Pam snort in laughter.
It just keeps getting better.
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It's a chilly, rainy night in early October, just two days before her own birthday, when Pam wakes up to Kurt shaking her shoulder, hovering over her with wide panicked eyes and trembling like a leaf in the wind. She rolls out of bed and follows him out of the guest room, rushing down the hall to the master bedroom where she spots her son calmly stuffing some clothing into an opened suitcase. Kurt is losing his shit behind them, running around the room to grab things he's sure they'll need at the hospital, yelling things like why didn't we pack sooner?! Blaine's the portrait of peaceful, his tranquil demeanor quite the contrast to Kurt's flustered one. Together, the family finishes grabbing up their things, pausing in between Blaine's contractions, and then they're off to the hospital, ready to bring baby Morgan into the world.
Burt and Carole are called, both of them still in Lima for yet another day (as they were planning to arrive on Pamela's birthday for a whole family celebration.) They promise to try and get there as soon as they can and then Kurt's skidding back into the hospital room, ducking by Blaine's side as his husband labors quietly.
Pam dotes on her son, rubbing his back and giving him sips of ice water when he asks, but mostly she spends the majority of her time just observing him and Kurt as they prepare themselves for the biggest day of their lives. It's like that for hours, Blaine laboring to bring their daughter into the world, and then, right as Burt and Carole come running into the hospital, Morgan makes her way into the world. Pam's at Blaine's side, sobbing as she takes in the sight of her healthy, beautiful granddaughter letting out her first hearty screams into a nearly filled room. She, Burt, and Carole all embrace, happily watching their children kiss and cry over their daughter and then they each take turns holding Morgan, fawning over her head full of hair and her long fingers.
As Pam holds her, she reflects on her own children's births and beams at the thought of being able to spoil the dickens out of the small angel in her arms. She looks at the baby's soft skin and tiny fingernails and coos, kissing the crown of Morgan's thick hair. Across the room, Blaine rests, his exhaustion having caught up with him finally, and Kurt's two seconds away from following suit, tucked up against his husband in the same bed. Burt and Carole are sitting together near the window, talking to someone on the phone - Pam's sure they're talking to Rachel, but she hasn't bothered to ask, way too caught up in holding her granddaughter. It isn't until she hears her son's voice that she glances up and finds Blaine sleepily watching her, a tired smile on his face.
"Want me to bring you back your baby?" She asks, moving closer to the resting couple. Kurt's already out by now, head tucked against Blaine's shoulder as he snuffles in his sleep. Blaine, however, is starting to wake up a little more, getting more energized the closer his mom gets to the bed.
"I just wanted to tell you I love you," he whispers, smiling up at her only to scrunch up his nose when she kisses his cheek.
"I love you too, sweetheart. Always and forever. Thank you for this amazing birthday gift." Morgan may have come a day early when it came to sharing a birthday with her grandma, but she's still one of the greatest gifts Pam has ever received (along with Cooper and Blaine, of course.) Plus they can still totally celebrate their birthdays together, which is always an added plus. "Hands down the best birthday ever."
"Let's see Coop try and top that," Blaine teases and all Pamela can do is laugh.
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Spring rolls back into Ohio with aromatic breezes, budding Easter lillies, and free-flowing water (no longer frozen from the tundra inspired winter winds.) Pam smiles at her son and Kurt, watching them take silly pictures of themselves in front of a barn, pulling stupid faces and laughing at each other as they go. Morgan rests in her arms, blinking owlishly at the cows on the other side of the fence, and Pam wonders how she got so lucky. Her son is the happiest he's ever been, hugging and kissing on Kurt as they hold hands and goof off in a carefree way that's usually reserved for their alone time in the complete privacy (and safety) of their home.
Ever since Morgan's birth, it's like their relationship's strengthened. They've grown up even more, no longer the shy, quiet teens they'd been, but now successful, happily married men - fathers.
Like the spring only a year ago, they're surprising Pam once more, not with any sort of baby news (my goodness, would that have been fast) or anything that could be seen as particularly life-changing. No, they just surprised her this time by showing up on her doorstep with Morgan in tow, both of them grinning at her when she opened the door. Both men have been so busy with work (and she herself has been quite the busy bee, still dating and having fun, but also going back to school - beauty school, that is - in an attempt to make a better life for herself), that they haven't really had the time to visit much anymore.
However, they're there now and that's all that matters to her. Being able to spend time with her family is the most important thing in Pam's life. Ever since her divorce and her crash-and-burn tumble back into singlehood, she's found herself cherishing the smaller things, the things that bring her the most joy. Family is definitely that, all of that, and as she cradles Morgan's small body against her and listens to the soft noises the baby makes as she's held, she finds herself loving every single day a little bit more.
"Mama! Hey, look over here! Let me get a picture of you and Morgan!" Blaine hollers, running up behind her with Kurt on his tail. They're the picture of radiance and she loves that they're enjoying themselves - they deserve it after the hells they've endured over the years. "Mom? Hey. Did you hear me?"
"I heard you. Give me a second." Rolling her eyes, she adjusts Morgan and then uses her free arm to fix her hair a little, finally giving up after the wind whips around them and musses it all up again. Smiling, she allows her son to snap a few shots of her and Morgan, giving the infant a kiss for the last picture, one that makes Kurt press his hand against his heart in feeling.
"Those are adorable. You have to see them."
Pam scoots over to the boys, hovering as they scroll through Blaine's phone and show off the pictures they've taken, laughing over the dumb ones they took near the barn. Kurt regales her with a story about how Blaine almost stepped in manure, which causes her son to snort and shove his husband's shoulder. They're ridiculous in their joy, so cheerful and content with their lives that she has a hard time remembering the months they were broken up those many years ago.
Blaine reaches out, taking Morgan from his mom while Kurt hands over a bottle since it's getting closer to lunch. They bicker (jokingly) for a bit, Kurt finally taking the baby back to the car to feed, and then it's just Blaine and Pam standing all by their lonesome, only a field of fenced in cows to keep them company.
"I'm very proud of you. You know that, right?"
Blaine smiles, reaching out to take his mama's hand. "Yeah. I know. You told me that last night while I was changing Morg's diaper."
"Well, yeah, but I just feel like you need to hear it more. You've made me so proud over the years, sweetheart, and I just wanted to make sure that you knew that."
"I do, mom. I know. Thank you." He ducks his head, smiling when a cry floats through the air, Morgan's fussing loud enough for them to hear even though they're a dozen feet away from where they parked the car. He chuckles as Pam leans in and hugs him tight, wrapping him up in her arms as she mutters her love for him in his shoulder. "Mom, stop-"
"You're amazing and I love you lots. Thank you for making me so happy."
"Thank you for never giving up on me."
That hurts. Not because it's a whack at her - not by a long shot - but because her ex-husband was a piece of shit douchebag who basically gave up on his wife and kids all because Blaine came out. Pam's never forgiven him for that and she'll never forget how upset his leaving made Blaine, especially at that time period in his life when things were more fragile than they've ever been. Blaine admired his dad so much when he was little, longed to be just like him, and then the rug got pulled right out from under him whenever he announced he was gay. From there, things were strained for years, only to come to a head after Blaine came home after his relationship with Kurt ended a second time. That's when her ex walked out, that's when Blaine's father threw in the towel and left them for good.
He's been gone for years, but his presence still haunts her like a goddamn ghost.
"I would never do that to you," she whispers, half-tempted to make him smile again by launching into a bubbly rendition of a certain Rick Astley number, but she doesn't want to embarrass him... or does she? Seconds away from opening her mouth, he raises a hand to silence her, laughing all the way.
"I swear, mom, if you Rick Roll me right now, I'm gonna leave you here and Kurt and I are going right back to New York!"
Pam practically cackles, hugging her son again before she pulls back and pinches his arm. "You burst into song more than I do, baby."
"And where do you think I learned that?"
"I have no idea." They continue to joke with each other, teasing one another until Kurt comes back with a freshly changed, fed, and burped Morgan. The baby's half-asleep against her papa's shoulder and when he makes his way up to the mother-son duo, his brows are furrowed in wonder.
"Did I miss something?"
"No. Just the usual Anderson craziness."
"Oh, then you're right. I didn't miss anything at all."
Blaine swats at him, smiling into a kiss, and Pam whips out her phone, snapping a shot of the two grinning and kissing, Morgan fast asleep between them. Later on, she prints that photo out and puts it on her mantle, mounted in a picture frame that she paints to match the new color scheme in her living room. Gone are the dark tones that her husband once painted the room; now the den is bright and full of life, the colors bringing a wave of fresh air into the atmosphere of the home. The frame she painted matches that and showcases the beauty of Blaine's new family.
As she admires the picture with a glass of wine in her hand, she stares at the cursive scrawl she painted along the top and bottom of the frame, the words telling, meaningful for that point in her and their lives.
Spring, it reads. To a new beginning!
A new beginning indeed.
A/N: I was prompted to write some happy mpreg!Blaine after the wedding episode aired. I was going to try to write something in regards to the wedding, like maybe a honeymoon baby or an announcement AT the wedding (and lord knows how I'd do that) but this wouldn't leave me alone. I just really like Pam, even though we didn't see her very much nor did she talk to Blaine whatsoever (which was SUCH a missed opportunity.) I'd like to think she's an uber cool mom who had a shitty husband and now that he's out of her hair, she has a chance to just LIVE her life, you know? I might write more with her later. Who knows? Anyway, if you'd like to leave a review (or a prompt), I'd be honored to read it! Thanks!