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Chapter Eleven: Telling Puck and An Appointment

It wasn't until lunch hour the next day that Kurt decided to finally try to talk to Noah about the pregnancy.

The advice he had been given by his family of friends was that it was better to tell the truth sooner as opposed to later and Kurt had to agree that is was the best course of action. He only had to think about all the drama around Quinn's pregnancy to know that it was the right thing to do; if nothing else it would reduce the stress that was sure to inflate further along his pregnancy. After all, a boy getting pregnant isn't normal by any means... Kurt shuddered at the thought of what could possibly happen to him due to the ignorance of people in Lima.

In his class just before lunch, French, he was hunched over the desk sending a text to Noah.

We need to talk. Meet me under the bleachers at lunch. He figured that the bleachers would be deserted during lunch hour and that it should be the safest place to talk. Pressing the send button, he put his phone back in his pocket and tried to pay attention as he anxiously awaited a reply. He found that he didn't have to wait long.

Thought you'd said all you needed to. I'll see you there, but I have an 'arrangement' with Santana so I can't be long.

Kurt winced as he read about his 'arrangement' with Santana, but he ignored the way his heart clenched. He knew he deserved the jab after how he'd treated Noah. He hadn't even tried to let the other boy explain what had been happening, and worse he'd known that Noah wasn't the one to blame. He text back with an affirmative answer and continued his lesson mechanically, his mind wandering every so often to what may or may not occur when he told Noah what was going on. He knew it was the right thing to do, but he couldn't help wondering about the possible consequence of this decision.

As the lunch bell rang, Kurt swiftly made his way to the bleachers, avoiding anyone in a letterman jacket who may cause him harm. Once at the allotted place, he stood nervously waiting for Noah.

His mind wandered, as it was wont to do as of late, to the little life miraculously growing inside him. It had never been something Kurt had dreamed of, but now that it was very much a reality, he found himself yearning to meet his son or daughter. Would he or she in inherit his eyes or Noah's? Would he or she take Kurt's straight, chestnut locks or Noah's dark, curly ones? The more he thought about it, the more anxious he was for his pregnancy to be over, just so he could hold his child safe in his arms.

He had only known about the life inside him for a mere few days, but already he knew that he would love the baby too much to hand it over for adoption. Already he was thinking of himself as a parent and that in itself was rather frightening.

Kurt sighed, scanning the surrounding area for Puck. He wasn't disappointed. Noah was wearing his signature smirk as he swaggered over to the countertenor and Kurt couldn't help the blush that rose to his cheeks as he briefly remembered all those times he had mapped that muscular body with his hands and memorised those lips with his own. Puck had said that he was a 'firecracker' in bed, a natural.

"Hey, Hummel." Kurt tried, and failed, not to flinch at the use of his surname, but his mask of indifference was back within seconds.

"Puckerman." He greeted, allowing a little venom to slip into his voice before sighing and doing what was right by everyone. "Look, I'm sorry for what I said yesterday." Noah raised his eyebrows and his mouth opened a little in shock. "I know that it was Santana who kissed you." Kurt looked at his designer shoes. "The thing is, I've been a bit... tense since I went to the doctors on Saturday."

Noah was confused, he remembered that Kurt had been sick on the past Saturday, but he hadn't realised that it had been bad enough to warrant a visit to the doctors.

"The truth is, Puck, that I had been feeling rough for about a week or so before that weekend, but I hadn't really thought to go get it checked out seeing as it had only really occurred in the morning and once or twice in the evening. I just assumed that it wasn't anything but a mild tummy bug." The countertenor sighed before looking up at the larger boy and this time his expression was softer. "Puck, do you know anything about Carriers...?"

The footballer shook his head slowly and Kurt almost growled as he ran an exasperated hand through his hair and mumbled something about, "They really should tell the general public about this..."

"Right. Well, you can probably look it up online or ask at a surgery or something... Okay, so basically, during the 80s, there was a big hoohaa about equality for gays and such – though I'm not sure a Neanderthal like you will know about that – this resulted in arguments over gay marriage, much like now really. However, at that time activists created a drug which had been labelled as prenatal vitamins. After it had been banned, the drug, called Seahorse, was put in a warehouse and was put back into circulation about seventeen or eighteen years ago." Kurt looked away and folded his arms across his stomach, a move Noah had seen with Quinn. "Seahorse gave male embryos the ability to get pregnant."

Noah's mouth dropped open.

"I found out on Saturday that I'm a Carrier." Kurt returned his gaze to Noah's and suddenly the footballer knew what was going on. "Noah, I'm pregnant and it's yours."

Puck felt like the world was spinning, it's impossible! This has to be some freakish prank. It has to be!

"Noah?" Kurt was talking again, "Noah, calm down. Here, sit down for a second." The larger boy was in such a state of shock that he just did as he was told. "Look, Noah." Kurt sighed and took something out of his bag, placing it in his hands – a bottle of water – "I know how much this is to take in, but I thought that you should know. I'm not planning to ask for your support, or money or anything, but I wanted for you to know so that, if you so choose, you can be a part of the baby's life." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kurt put a slender hand on his flat stomach. "I'm planning on keeping it, so you can feel free to be a part of it's life, or not."

Puck took a long swig of water before focussing his gaze on Kurt. One look into ocean-blue eyes told him that what he was saying was the truth and he had to take another drink, suddenly feeling unnaturally parched.

"Was this what you wanted to talk about yesterday?" He croaked; Kurt nodded sadly, looking away again.

Suddenly, what he had said to the smaller boy dawned on him and he realised just how lucky he was that Kurt was even telling him. Had he been in Kurt's place he would have told the other dad to go fuck himself if he had uttered the words Puck had practically screamed at him in the hallway. He desperately made to grab for Kurt's hand, "Kurt, I'm sorry for –"

The countertenor cut him off by taking his hand back and waving it dismissively, "It doesn't matter, Noah. The sentiment of what you said may have been true, but neither one of us expected this." Kurt sighed, standing up and brushing dust off his clothes, "If you're interested, I have a scan today at one-thirty. If... If you wanna come along then meet me at my car at one, if you're late, I'll leave without you, but I'm happy to get you a copy of the picture."

Noah nodded, still a little dumbstruck. Does Kurt's acceptance of what I said mean that he's forgiven me? After thinking it through, he decided, no; it didn't. He was putting the possible needs of the child before his own and that thought made Noah's heart clench.

"I'll see you at one." He murmured certainly and Kurt almost cracked a smile, almost, before he walked away. Noah watched him go.

I'm gonna be a dad again? For real this time?

At a quarter to one, Noah was already standing beside Kurt's Navigator. He tapped a tuneless beat on his thigh with his fingers, as he thought about the strange turn that his life was taking.

He was excited to be given the opportunity to become a dad again, but the reason for sleeping with Kurt in the first place was to avoid exactly this and now all his beliefs were being shifted. For now, it was more than his mind could handle, but he knew, after being given the chance to actually be involved in his kid's life, belief-changing or not, he was going to be there with Kurt and for Kurt every step of the way.

Kurt didn't take long to arrive, clearly eager to have the scan and from a distance, Noah could see that the countertenor was smiling as he made his way across that parking lot. However, the happy expression changed to one of surprise before becoming blank as he saw the larger boy beside his car and Noah tried not to feel hurt knowing that Kurt was controlling any and all emotion around him. He knew that Kurt was trying to protect his undoubtedly bruised heart.

"Hi, Puck." He greeted curtly, nodding his head to Noah as he unlocked the Navigator and slid behind the wheel.

"Hey, Kurt. How're you feeling?" He asked softly as they buckled up and Kurt started the car.

"You don't have to suddenly start treating me like glass, Noah." Kurt practically growled and Puck shrank back into his seat, "I hope you don't mind, but I have to stop of at my house to grab something to eat. I'm still hungry after lunch..."

"Whatever you want." Noah said, staring intently at Kurt and the countertenor told him to stop with a frown, although his blush betrayed him. He enjoyed the attention, but he was a little worried about the calculating look Noah was wearing.

"Seriously, Puck, stop staring at me." Kurt murmured, making the turn onto his street, and he sighed, "Look, I know I'm a freak, so could you at least stop making me feel even more abnormal."

"That's not why I'm looking at you." Noah frowned, "What if I'm looking at you 'cause I like looking at you?"

"Don't, Puck. Just... don't." Kurt muttered sadly as they pulled up outside his house and he climbed out of the car. "Stay here, I won't be long."

Noah sat in the Navigator as he had been told to do, but he felt an undeniable pull towards the countertenor as he disappeared inside the front door. He shook it off, blaming it on the news that Kurt had delivered, after all, you didn't have to have feelings for the person carrying your offspring... necessarily. Puck sighed and ran a hand through his Mohawk. This was going to be more trying than Quinn's pregnancy – if it's true! His mind screamed, but the sincerity he had seen in Kurt's gorgeous eyes as he had told Noah that he was pregnant defied any kind of dismissal.

Kurt kept his word and within minutes he was back in the driver's seat, sandwich in hand. Noah looked at the sandwich curiously, "Uh..." Kurt was pulling out of the driveway and heading back down the street before Puck gave up on guessing and asked, "What's in that?"

The sandwich was halfway to Kurt's sumptuous mouth and he rolled his eyes – so close and yet so far. "Uhm... Pickles, red peppers, chicken, lettuce, cucumbers and chocolate syrup." He was just about to attempt taking a bite once more, when snickering from Noah drifted across the car, "Don't you dare judge me, Puckerman." Kurt growled, "It's your damn kid too, it's no wonder it has disgusting eating habits!" Then he defiantly took a bit of the sandwich, groaning a little at how good it actually tasted.

Puck's laughter died a little at hearing that noise, his mind casting him back, a little unwillingly, to the last time he had been sucked off by Kurt and realising that it was much the same moan the countertenor made as he swallowed Noah's seed. After he had finished chuckling at Kurt's – his kid's? – idea of food, the rest of the journey was made in uncomfortable silence.

Kurt was pointedly ignoring the other boy currently sitting in the passenger seat, and whilst Noah kind of understood why, he wasn't sure if he liked it. At all. He supposed it was because Noah Puckerman simply wasn't overlooked. He was the Badass of McKinley! No-one ignored him... But then, Kurt Hummel wasn't just another geek or cheerio or cougar, he wasn't even sure exactly what Kurt was. Obviously he was a 'Gleek' but unlike people like Finn and himself, who also fell into the category of 'Jock', Britt and Santana were also 'Cheerios' and Quinn and Mercedes were a part of the Bible Club or whatever... But Kurt...? Kurt was the male fashionista, the faggot, the odd one out in McKinley and Puck wondered whether that gave him special privileges on how the countertenor treated him.

Noah sighed. He knew that Kurt was angry with him, and there was still a miniscule part of Noah that was angry with Kurt, but he wanted for the smaller boy to forgive him. And that was new. Never, with the exception of Finn, had he ever wanted someone's forgiveness. He hadn't even wanted Quinn to forgive him and he'd sure as hell fucked her life up.

Kurt watched Noah in his periphery. The footballer kept fidgeting and sighing and it was getting on his nerves. It was lucky that they pulled up and parked outside the doctor's when they did otherwise Kurt was sure that he was going to strangle the other boy.

"Right." Kurt huffed, stepping out of his car and Noah did the same; Kurt paused to lock the Navigator and begin walking towards the doctor's surgery. "So, any questions you have about this impossibility," Noah took note of the jab and winced, "You can ask Dr. Turner when I'm not around. Really, I've just had enough already this week."

Kurt swiftly made his way to the reception desk and was pleasantly surprised when the woman there, a cheery blonde, told him to go straight in. At least I don't have to sit through anymore of Noah's fidgeting.

"Hi, Dr. Turner." He greeted as happily was possible for him at that moment.

"Hey, Kurt! How are you today?" The friendly man asked, glancing at Noah with a curious look in his eye before retuning his gaze to young fashionista.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Kurt watched the doctor stare at Puck for a few moments, "This is Noah Puckerman. He's... uh... He's the other dad." Unconsciously Kurt touched his stomach with his palm, he was quick to add: "We're not together though." Noah tried not to appear hurt, but he was pretty sure the angle his mouth was turning into a pout.

"Alright..." Dr. Turner said uncertainly, "Well. I have the ultrasound machine here, so let's get started." Kurt nodded, somewhat excited. "Right then, Kurt, would you get up on the table here," he tapped the examination table, "and roll your shirt up to your chest for me?" Kurt did as he was asked and tried to ignore hungry gaze Noah directed at his exposed skin. "Mr. Puckerman, there's a chair the other side if you'd like to situate yourself?"

Noah nodded and hurried around to sit beside the countertenor, hating the fact that from this angle, Kurt could legitimately snub him in favour of looking at the doctor, and what he was doing, and the machine.

"Could you just lower that waistband of your jeans a little for me?" The blonde man asked and Kurt did so, beginning to feel a little excited to be seeing his baby for the first time, "Kurt, this is going to feel a little cold," the doctor was brandishing a tube of gel which he swiftly applied to Kurt's midsection. Kurt gasped, glad that he had been warned, and Noah felt a pang of protectiveness which he quickly crushed knowing that it would go unappreciated.

The doctor placed the sensory paddle onto the now gelled tummy of the countertenor, moving it around bit by bit as he spoke again; "Okay, let's see if we can – ah! There you are gentlemen," He pressed a button to pause the screen and pointed to the black and white picture, "Here we have the head." He swirled his finger around the most bulbous white-grey part of the picture, "The body, here. The legs and arm's here."

Noah smiled, joy bubbling up inside him. It wasn't some kind of sick joke...

"From the looks of it, I'd say you're almost exactly twelve weeks along give or take a couple of days." Dr. Turner said and Kurt let out a sudden laugh, apologising when the doctor looked at him strangely.

"Can you tell the sex...?" Kurt asked, a little hesitantly.

"We shall see, but you'll have to double check it at your sixteen week scan and again at your twenty week scan." The doctor took up the paddle again and shifted it around on Kurt's slick stomach, the picture changing. "Huh. Seems like you have a shy one here, so I don't think we'll be seeing anything until later, I'm afraid." Kurt nodded, smiling a little euphorically, quickly looking at Noah to gauge his reaction.

The footballer was staring intently at the screen and smiling a tiny smile that Kurt knew meant that he was happy – he could see the dimples. Puck suddenly looked down to meet Kurt's eyes, his own were a little damp, "We're having a baby." He whispered and the countertenor felt his face heat up. He says it as though we're together.

"So," the doctor broke the look being shared between the new parents, "I assume you'll be wanting a couple of photos?" Kurt nodded vigorously, as did Noah beside him and Dr. Turner quickly pressed the appropriate buttons. "Alright, I'll just get those for you and give you a couple of moments to clean up." The doctor handed Kurt a few sheets of blue paper and left with the ultrasound machine in tow.

The two teenagers sat in silence as Kurt wiped away the gel until Noah spoke, "Kurt, I wanna say I'm sorry about the stuff I said yesterday." He leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees and staring at the smaller boy. "I didn't mean it. Not really."

Kurt looked at him, his blue eyes wide. "Just because you didn't really mean it Noah, doesn't mean it wasn't hurtful. Or make it any less true, actually." Kurt sighed, ridding his skin of the rest of the gel, popping the used paper towels in the waste bin and righting his clothing. "I know you were only sleeping with me 'cause I 'can't get pregnant', I mean, why else would you sleep with me unless it gave you an advantage; but I still went through with it, it's not like the fault lies only with you." He looked at Noah again, "In all honesty, I wasn't going to tell you because those words kept swimming around in my head, but after all the drama last year," Puck winced and Kurt looked apologetic, "I thought you should at least know so we can avoid that."

Noah thought through what Kurt had just told him, opening his mouth to make a reply, when Kurt cut him off.

"I'd like for you to be a part of our baby's life, Noah, but I think that, at least for now we have to keep it on the down low. I'm sure that you don't want to end up at the bottom of the food chain with me." Kurt paused and Noah wanted to tell him that it didn't matter if he became the school pariah again, it would be worth it to have this kid in his life, but the countertenor spoke again, softly, "For the record, I'm sorry too." Unlike Noah, Kurt didn't lie and tell the footballer that he didn't mean the things he had said, but just left it as a simple apology and Puck found that he liked that the countertenor wouldn't lie to him.

The moment was interrupted when the doctor entered the room again, a couple of photographs in hand and two slips of paper. He handed all of them to Kurt, who silently passed a copy of the scan to Noah as the doctor started talking, "There's your photos and those," he pointed to the papers in Kurt's hand, "are for your prenatal vitamins and your appointment slip for your next scan." He smiled brightly at Kurt and Noah as they stood to leave. "I'll see you soon and take care."

Kurt left after a polite good-bye and headed off to the next door pharmacy to pick up the vitamins on the prescription slip and Noah, after gratefully shaking the doctor's hand, quickly followed.

"Oh," he said, "I meant to ask... Why did you laugh when he told us how far along you are?"

Kurt snickered, looking a little more relaxed until he realised who he was talking to and damn if that didn't cause a stab of hurt, "Well, twelve weeks ago was when you and I..." He trailed off, blushing violently, "and we didn't fully... you know... for another week and a half after that 'cause I was so sore."

It took Puck a second to decipher the joke, "So you mean I knocked you up the first time we had sex?" He asked.

"Yup." Kurt smirked a little at the slightly dazed expression on the footballer's face.

"Hah!" I must have super-sperm!