"I just don't get why he can't be there for you. Yeah, he's got the whole 'werewolf thing' going on, but how hard would it be for him to come over some morning, knock on the door like a normal person, stick his hand out and say 'Hi, I'm so-and-so. It's nice to finally meet you in person.'"

Kurt resented the way his father emphasized "person" and "normal," but let it go. He just wanted to gather what he needed for school and get going. Today would be long enough without his father giving him another lecture on Wolf. "He can't, Dad. He doesn't even know. At least the human doesn't." Burt raised an eyebrow at his boy. "I've done some homework on werewolves and –"

"Don't you think you should have done that before you two hooked up?"

Kurt grit his teeth to keep his jaw from shaking. He was hormonal, exhausted, knew full well what a horrible first day of school he was likely going to have and he didn't need his father riding his ass like this. "Werewolves make up the largest percentage of people with Dissociative Identity Disorder. He can't come see me as a human because his human half doesn't know me."

"Dis- what?"

Kurt sighed. "Dissociative Identity Disorder happens in werewolves when the two parts – the human and the wolf – just can't cope with each other, so the two become completely separate…like there's a wall between his memories as a human and his memories as a wolf." Burt Hummel still looked confused; not "since when does math have imaginary numbers?" confused, but more along the lines of "that is the dumbest thing I've ever heard of" confused. "It's like there are two people sharing the same body but they can't talk to one another, see one another…they don't even know one another. It's sometimes called Multiple Personality Disorder."

"Oh, great. So he's a schizo."

"He's not schizophrenic. Schizophrenia is something completely different. D.I.D. is just a way to cope with something traumatic. It's like…it's like the two halves of his brain block each other out because the other one is seen as being too scary; like when some victims of tragedy have a memory blackout."

Burt Hummel shook his head. Kurt doubted any of what he'd said to his father sunk in. Anything other than "my boyfriend and soon-to-be father of my first born child is mentally unstable and insane." So, taking his leave of the argument, Kurt grabbed his satchel and headed off for his first day back at school.

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"Oh…my…god. Boy, how the hell did you get so big in one week?" Mercedes made a half-hearted attempt to hug her best friend but gave up when his stomach got in the way. Naturally, all of New Directions already knew about his state, and the rest of Lima had more or less found out by now as well. The entire town was stocked full of gossips, busybodies and little old yentas. "You look like you're going to pop any minute."

Mercedes, unsurprisingly, was one of the least judgmental of his friends when it came to his pregnancy. The guys were all a bit freaked out about it; Tina, with her fascination in the occult was supportive, but not in the right way, more of a fan-girlish way; Rachel thought of Kurt's pregnancy as more of a political statement or liberation rally of some kind than opposed to a simple pregnancy; Santana was a bit snide about the whole thing; Brittany was well-meaning but occasionally said or insinuated some truly insulting things (mostly about Kurt's sex life) and, surprisingly, Quinn was being very hypocritical about Kurt's state. She refused to acknowledge that her getting drunk and knocked up by Puck bore any semblance to Kurt sleeping with a "demon" and getting knocked up. "Werewolves have much shorter gestation periods than human babies. My due date should be about three months from conception, so I should give birth on or around September twelfth."

"Are you excited?"

Kurt fidgeted with the straps of his bag as he looked around the hallway and eyed up the other students. So many looks of disgust, hate, curiosity, sympathy, fear. Why was is so hard for people to just be happy for him? "Nervous, more than anything. My dad and Carol have promised to support me through all this, but there's still so much to worry about. The baby is not going to be normal; how do I cope with that? I don't know anything about taking care of human babies – I've never babysat – what do I know about werewolf babies?"

Mercedes stroked Kurt's arm affectionately, trying to calm and sooth him. "I think you should talk to someone. I know she's not a lot of help, but Ms. Pillsbury is a good listener."

Kurt nodded. "You're right." As he continued walking with Mercedes through the hall, he kept his watch on the other students. There, at the end of the hall, in a shiny red sports jacket – sans beret – was David Karofsky. He looked like he was stapling up posters on the bulletin board: sign-ups for the Bully Whips? Seemingly sensing Kurt's gaze, David glanced up and caught Kurt's eye. There was the briefest of smiles before David got a good look at Kurt. His smile momentarily morphed into a sneer and then softened into a look of pain. David folded his stapler over and turned down the hall, walking away from Kurt, the upper left-hand corner of the poster still unstapled and curling away from the wall.

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"I'm really glad you came to see me Kurt." Ms. Pillsbury was busy straightening her pamphlets. "When the Divorce is Your Fault," "Adoption and Siblings: Mommy may have had you, but she chose me," and "Marijuana: The Grass Isn't Always Greener" were some of the new pamphlets the guidance counselor had on display for the new school year. "When I heard of your… condition I took the liberty of ordering a series of books that might be helpful for yourself and other students in similar… conditions." Her eyes were unnaturally large, her voice too perky, her smile too plastic. Kurt couldn't decide if she were faking her excitement on his behalf or if she'd finally sniffed too much cleaning fluid, giving herself a permanent high. She leaned over to get something under her desk and came back up holding an Amazon box that had already been opened. Placing it on the desk, she rifled through it for a moment before finding what she was looking for. "Ah!" She placed a book on the desk in front of Kurt.

He looked down at it, taking in the flowery cover with a pregnant woman on it and then the title, "What to Expect When You're Expecting: The Vampire Edition." Kurt winced; most the kids in glee club had mistaken Blaine for the father, as well. "Thank you Ms. Pillsbury, but the baby's not a vampire."

Her smile twitched. "I was under the impression that the children of unhumans almost always carry their unhuman parent's unique characteristics."

Kurt slid the book back to Ms. Pillsbury. "I'm sure you're probably right. But the baby's not a vampire."

"But Blaine –"

"Isn't the father." The guidance counselor's expression changed to one of confusion: her eyebrows scrunched together, her eyes narrowed in silent contemplation. "The baby's father is a werewolf. I met him in the Redzone and we slept together." Ms. Pillsbury blushed; Kurt didn't feel bad for embarrassing her. The sooner he could desensitize people to the fact that he had had sex with a werewolf, the sooner they could get over it. "A lot." She got even redder and started shuffling through the books. Kurt thought she was just fidgeting until she came up with another book.

"Good thing I got the whole set, huh?"

She passed him the book. This one had an identical cover, save three words: The Werewolf Edition.