A/N: Written for the prompt mpreg, Kurt is at the end of his pregnancy, and is an emotional wreck. Sebastian is rushing home to take care of his husband. Warning for mpreg.

Sebastian rushed through the crowded streets, dodging bicycle messengers and annoying cab drivers as he crossed against the light, racing to catch the subway and make his way uptown. All he could think of was Kurt, his Kurt home alone; his poor, miserable, pregnant husband waiting for Sebastian. Kurt, who could never get comfortable no matter where he sat or how he moved. Kurt, with his ankles swollen, trying to find the perfect position for the ottoman so he could get a little bit of relief.

Kurt, so close to the end of this roughshod journey, just a few weeks shy of his due date.

Images of a sullen Kurt propelled Sebastian along. He pushed people out of his way without realizing, and when his connecting train was running late, he bolted from the subway and ran the remaining seven blocks at full-speed, blowing by the doorman to their building with barely a nod of his head, bypassing the elevator, and sprinting up all thirty flights to their apartment.

Sebastian fumbled with his key, trying to shove it quickly into the lock, dropping it once in his haste.

He knew pregnancy would take a toll on Kurt, but he never realized just how much. Nauseous first-trimester Kurt was just too heartbreaking to watch. Fuck morning sickness. Kurt had all day sickness. It plagued him morning till evening, and even woke him from the rare, deep sleep. He could barely keep a single bite of food down. It hit him so hard that Sebastian was actually scared he would need to be hospitalized. But Kurt persevered. He rose above it all, even continuing to work while he suffered through the nausea, even designing a ground-breaking couture maternity line.

Constantly horny second-trimester Kurt came as a bit of an unexpected surprise. The nausea dissipated, almost as quickly as it had struck, and Kurt enjoyed something he hadn't really had before – curves. Sure he had always been muscular and in excellent physical shape, but developing curves on his body had been something new. He dressed to accentuate them, but he preferred seeing them unfettered. More than that, he enjoyed the way Sebastian looked at him, the way Sebastian desired him. Sex between them was constant, and had never been hotter. Kurt texted Sebastian constantly, telling the man in detail what he would do to him the minute he got home, all the dirty dreams he had about him when he napped in the afternoon, how Sebastian better 'get it while he can' before the baby came. Kurt's constant sexting was killing Sebastian. Most afternoons, trapped in his office, going over mergers and acquisitions, he asked himself why the fuck was he even working? He had a trust fund. What was he actually doing with his life that was more important than sucking off his gorgeous husband? It was all Sebastian could do from leaving early, or from locking the door and taking care of himself just to make it through the rest of the work day.

Kurt's insatiable sexual appetite got to the point where Kurt would greet Sebastian at the door most nights wearing nothing at all, and Sebastian didn't complain.

Overly hormonal and constantly anxious third-trimester Kurt was a different person entirely. Sebastian knew Kurt had a bitchy, and often times a dramatic side, but he never imagined that somewhere inside his husband lurked this strange contradiction of overwhelmed, despondent, hyper, tempermental, irrational, and, Sebastian feared, homicidal. His mood shifts were drastic. He was completely unpredictable.

Tonight was the perfect example of a typical unpredictable day. When Sebastian had left Kurt in the early morning, he was in a spectacularly good mood. He hadn't woken up crying and frustrated like he did on many occasions recently, plagued by terrible dreams where he left the baby on the bus, or dropped the baby on the floor. He even had one particularly disturbing dream where he traded the baby for a pair of Jimmy Choos.

He wasn't in pain – no cramps, no bloating. He even made Sebastian breakfast, and kissed him passionately good-bye.

Sebastian didn't hear a peep from him all day, and his stomach began to turn. Usually he got a text complaining that the eggs smelled funny, or that the Klopeks in 3040B were smuggling cats into their apartment.

Finally, at five o'clock, Sebastian received a text.

To: Sebastian

You think I'm fat, don't you! That's why you hate me!

Thus, prompting his sprint uptown.

Sebastian opened the apartment door and was greeted with darkness and silence.

Never a good sign.

"Kurt?" he called into the black room, frightened for a moment that Kurt hadn't waited for him to come home; that instead maybe he had left. "Kurt? Honey?"

A hushed sniffle answered him.

Sebastian felt relieved and frightened all at once.

What could have happened that Kurt would be crying softly in the dark?

What if something happened to the baby?

Sebastian closed and locked the door quickly, dropping his messenger bag and coat on the floor and walking through the darkened rooms, turning on lamps as he went.

"Kurt? Gorgeous? Please talk to me?"

He heard another sniffle, coming from the bedroom. The door hung open a crack, and a dim light glowed from inside. Sebastian pushed it open and peeked inside.

Kurt sat on the floor, head hanging low, legs crossed awkwardly in front of him. Sebastian could only see Kurt's back. He wore one of Sebastian's old, stretched and shapeless Harvard t-shirts, along with his favorite grey yoga pants. Kurt wore them 24/7. They barely covered his ass, and Sebastian could see from the sides that they rolled in the front, tucked beneath his swollen belly. He held a gigantic pair of sewing shears in his hand. Laid out in front of him were every article of clothing he owned, cut into large, jagged-edged pieces.

"Sweetheart?" Sebastian approached Kurt carefully. "Whatcha doin'?"

"I'm hideous," Kurt whispered around a sob. "I'm a fat, hideous monster."

Sebastian kicked off his shoes and sat behind his husband, laying gentle hands on his shoulders.

"So, you cut up all your clothes because you think you're fat?" Sebastian asked, a little confused.

Kurt turned his face to look at him – eyes red and swollen, cheeks streaked with tears.

"What do I need them for anyway?" he screeched. "I'm never going to fit in them again!"

"Well, you're definitely not going to fit into them now," Sebastian joked, trying to lift Kurt's spirits, but soon realized it was a risky and dangerous move teasing a pregnant man holding a huge pair of scissors. Kurt's blue eyes turned to solid steel as they stared daggers at him.

"I knew it!" Kurt cried. "I knew you hated me because I'm fat!"

Kurt tried to scoot away, but Sebastian gently wrapped his arms around him, one hand holding him close, the other removing the shears from Kurt's trembling grip.

"I don't think you're fat," Sebastian said calmly. "I think you're gorgeous. I always have. I always will. Nothing in this world will ever change that."

Kurt's glare softened.

"Do you mean that?" he asked pitifully.

Sebastian kissed Kurt on the forehead.

"Of course I mean that," Sebastian cooed. "I love you."

Kurt looked like he was considering the validity of his answer for a moment. Then his face twisted into an ugly grimace.

"You're lying! You hate me! You think I'm a freak and you hate me! You're going to leave me for a woman!"

"What?" Sebastian asked, astonished at the change in subject.

"Yup," Kurt affirmed, trying to squirm away again, "because a pregnant man is a freak, but a pregnant woman is normal, so you're going to leave me for a woman!"

Sebastian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He shook his head instead.

"Darling, you are not a freak. You're special. And there's nothing you could do that would make me leave you for anyone…especially not a woman."

Kurt settled down just a bit, relaxing in Sebastian's embrace, looking more defeated than relieved.

"Look, Kurt," Sebastian started. "I know this has been hard for you. So hard…I can't even imagine. The good news is, it's almost over. Then you and I will have our beautiful baby."

Kurt sniffed, looking down at the destroyed pile of clothes in front of him.

"So you don't think I'm fat?"

"No," Sebastian reassured him. "I don't think you're fat."

"And I tore up my clothes for nothing?"

Sebastian bit his lip.

"Well…"

Kurt sighed.

"Now what?" he asked, fingering one jagged edge mournfully.

"Can we…maybe…usher back in the era of super horny and constantly naked Kurt?"

Kurt answered with an elbow to Sebastian's mid-section.

"Oomph!" Sebastian moaned with the impact. "Well, it was worth a try. How about you climb into bed, hop onto the Burberry website, and do some insane damage to my AmEx card while I order us some Thai?"

Kurt smiled.

"That I can do," he said through a few final tears.

Sebastian smirked, kissing Kurt gently.

Kurt looked at the blissful expression on Sebastian's face when he pulled away.

"You're thinking about the era of super horny and constantly naked Kurt, aren't you?" Kurt asked.

"What can I say?" Sebastian said, helping Kurt up off the floor. "It was an amazing three months."