You guys. I see way too many of you being shy about prompting stuff. No more, 'kay?

Let me assure you, that by saying "prompts are always welcome" I literally mean, "prompts are always welcome", no matter who you are or what you ate for lunch yesterday- always welcome.

And I think I speak on behalf of many other writers as well when I say that unless someone tells you, clean and clear, that they're overloaded with prompts and are asking for a short break to reply to them all- if they're accepting prompts, you can keep 'em coming.

Plus, a prompt is the ultimate positive feedback, because while you say 'would you write that' that subtext is 'I think this would be cool written by you', aka 'you write nicely'.

So thank you for your prompts, and onto the drabble! (Which is, you guessed it- a prompt. It was originally Blaine stressing over a little belly, but the first thing that jumped into my mind when I read it was mpreg (male pregnant) and since I never actually wrote that AU- I decided to give it a try! Hope you like :D )

IMPORTANT!
I'm going away between the 13th and the 23 of July.
You already know the drill- two drabbles per day until the 12th, on which three drabbles will be posted.

Beautiful

"Kurt!" Blaine called out, voice shaky and terrified.

Kurt rushed into their bedroom to find Blaine standing shirtless in front of the mirror, a hand on his stomach. "What's wrong, baby? Are you feeling okay?"

Morning sickness was gradually getting worse, but the doctor said everything was okay, so they tried to ignore it. But…

"I'm starting to show," he gasped, tears already staining his face.

Kurt's face bloomed with a bright smile. "That's wonderful, honey!" He kissed him cheerfully, putting a hand over the one on his stomach, but when he pulled back, Blaine wasn't crying happy tears. "Why are you sad? That's great, it means you're eating well and our little baby is growing in there and-"

Blaine ducked his head. "It's not wonderful."

"Wha- why not?"

"I'm getting fat!" he bawled, and Kurt let his hand slip from his stomach. "I'm going to be fat and ugly!" He turned his back to Kurt and covered his face with his hands.

"Hey, now," Kurt gently turned him around, shooing away his hands. "What's that all about? You were excited before."

Blaine shrugged, lifting his shoulder so high it touched his ear. He was still looking down, sobbing quietly. The tilt of his face made the tears fall dramatically on the rug below.

"Blaine," Kurt's voice was tender and pleading as his hands on Blaine's biceps. "You can tell me. Everything. What's wrong?"

"I'm 'fraid," he murmured.

"Afraid of what, honey? I'm right here, there's nothing to be afraid of," Kurt soothed.

"I'm 'fraid that I'llbefatanduglyandyouwon'tlovemeanymore."

"Oh, B," Kurt wrapped his hands around him, tangling his fingers in his hair and holding him close. "Baby. I love you. You, not your body. I love you in any way, shape or form that you are."

Blaine shrugged again, sniffling. "I know I don't look like I did before. And it's just that… I always watched what I ate, you know? And I always worked out a lot. I was always in shape. I-I-I know I don't have the abs I used to have when we were younger, and sometimes… sometimes," a sob escaped his mouth. "I'm just scared that one day you won't like what's in front of you anymore."

"Oh, honey, you know I've told you this before- body is just that, it's just body. It's not what defines who you are. The inside is what counts, and you know it."

"Sure, my skeleton must be disarmingly handsome."

Kurt swatted his ass lightly. "Shut up. You know what I mean."

Blaine sighed. "I know, I know, but I just can't stop feeling like this! I feel like I'm getting older, and soon I'll be walking around with gray hair, wrinkles and a beer belly!"

"Blaine. Shh." Kurt hugged him tighter. "I can assure you that in fifty years, with a beer belly, wrinkles and gray hair; you'll still be that most beautiful man I've ever met. Love might be blind, but when I look at you, I can see so damn clearly just how stunning you are. Gorgeous. And no belly can change that. Nothing can. I love you so much, Blaine, and you will always, always be beautiful to me."

Blaine curled deeper into Kurt's warm embrace. "Thank you," he whispered through his tears, not slowly soaking Kurt's shirt. Both knew that the conversation wasn't over yet, and Blaine's pillow will see many more tears, but for now it was almost okay. "Sorry you had to witness that, little one," he said to his belly. "Your papa is a little dumb sometimes."

Kurt chuckled, kissing Blaine's head. "But your daddy loves him anyway."

Dude, I just realized the A/N in the beginning is two hundred words. Sorry. I just wanted you to know I love you.