A/N: Alexis was our headcannon for a Klaine baby - she was adopted, in the story we scrapped, but whatever. This was one of my favourite scenes to write. And don't shoot me, I know I said I was done with these ones, but I forgot some XD

Rating: T - language

"Fuck." Alexis hissed. "Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck..."

She paced in the tiny bathroom, the pregnancy test resting on the counter. She had two minutes...

Angrily, she kicked the bathtub. "FUCK!"

The sound of footsteps on the stairs made her freeze, her eyes widening and her heart rising into her throat. "Oh fuck."

"Ali?" Kurt's voice floated up the hallway, and she started panicking. "Ali..." he moved to her room, a little worried.

Alexis braced herself against the sink, feeling like she was going to be sick.

"Alexis, where are you?"

Her eyes flicked to the window. It was a little high...and she was on the second floor, but she figured she could make it before Kurt came in. She was even tempted to try it when Kurt rapped sharply on the door.

"Ali, you in there?"

Alexis froze.

"Are you okay?"

She didn't answer, and Kurt knocked on the door harder. "Ali, you haven't fainted, have you?"

"No." She whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

She started pacing again.

"You okay? Alexis, answer me."

"I...I can't..." she whispered.

"Alexis!" Kurt's voice was scarily high-pitched and panicky. "I swear, if you don't let me in I'm getting the key."

"Okay...okay..." Alexis breathed, taking the pregnancy test and stuffing it into the back of her pants.

She unlocked the door, scampering back to the bench and sitting on it.

Kurt stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He looked at her carefully. At her troubled, almost broken expression, he reached back and locked it again.

"Alexis?" he asked, taking a step closer. She leant back, away from him, making him freeze in place. "Ali, talk to me." He said, his tone gentle. She couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

She turned her head away as she started crying, wiping at her face with one arm.

"I...I can't...I...I..." she sobbed, pulling the pregnancy test back out of her jeans, practically shoving it at him.

Kurt froze where he'd been creeping forward. His mind shut down, a cold ball dropping into the pits of his stomach. Oh fuck.

"A...Alexis?" He said, trying to find his voice. Oh god...

"I...I'm sorry daddy." She hiccupped.

Kurt shook his head, and he tried to remove the lump that had lodged itself in his throat. Fighting to control himself, he suppressed a whimper – he couldn't freak out on her. He slid down the door, one hand pressed to his temple.

He was freaking out, but his eyes flicked to her – how scared she looked and how she looked like a little girl now, instead of the rebellious teenager she had become.

"Hey, come here." He said, holding his arms out.

She shook her head, but moved from the counter, sitting on the floor, leaning against it, knees curled into her chest.

"Ali, talk to me baby." Kurt said, trying to get her to open up to him.

She winced slightly at the pet name, her hands clenched at her sides to stop them straying to her stomach.

"I...I can't. I just...I don't...they...and then everything..." she sobbed into her legs, and Kurt inched closer.

"Baby...lets tackle one thing at a time. Talk to me about the..." he motioned to the pregnancy test, which was resting on the floor between them.

She just stared at it, covering her eyes with her hands and sobbing louder.

Kurt couldn't freak out anymore. He needed control.

"Ali." He said firmly. "Talk to me. I'm not...I'm not going to..." he faltered. "I won't punish you baby, I just need to know what's going on,"

She shook her head. "I...I can't."

"...Do you want me to call Daddy Blaine...? Would talking to him be easier...?"

She wrenched her hands away from her face, staring at him with wide, livid eyes. "He can't find out! You can't tell him. Don't tell him. You can't tell Daddy Blaine. Promise me. Please. Oh god, just please don't tell him. He can't know!"

Kurt crawled the rest of the way forward, taking her hands and clutching them tightly. "I promise. But you have to make me a promise too, okay?"

She looked panicky.

"You have to tell me everything..."

She bit her lower lip, avoiding his gaze as tears still tracked down her cheeks.

She hesitated, but nodded. "Okay..."

Kurt let out a breath and leant against the bathtub, letting go of one hand but holding the other close, even as she tried to pull away.

"Talk." He ordered gently, holding her hand against his chest.

She looked up at him, her eyes still wet, and let out a small whimper, curling into a ball and nuzzling under his arm. He pulled her close, kissing her cheek and giving her time to think it through.

"I...I don't know where to start." Alexis hiccupped, trying to get her breathing back under control. "It's kind of Jemima's fault, she's the one that made me go with her. But- But I wanted to go." She admitted, her words more than a little jumbled. "But then...if I didn't go..."

She started crying again, but Kurt just patiently stroked her hair, trying his hardest to keep his breathing even.

Jemima. He closed his eyes. He thought she stopped hanging out with Jemima years ago.

Apparently not.

"And then everything got weird and I started sneaking out...god I was so stupid." She cried. "Everything seems so...so frickin' childish now...and petty...and not worth it…and you and Dad were always there for me no matter what I did and I was just so horrible to you both and..." She took a moment to recollect herself. "A few months ago…before the hospital...I snuck out to this party. There was...drinking...and boys and..." she hesitated, and Kurt connected the dots in his head.

"You were drinking?" Kurt breathed, trying to keep any parental judgement from his tone.

She nodded into his chest. "And this...boy...he was just...he took me into this room and...he asked...and...I agreed, but I changed my mind and he just wouldn't listen and he just...he just..." she was sobbing violently again, and Kurt was trying his hardest not to cry with her.

Fuck.

His little girl was practically raped. Raped.

"Oh Alexis..." he hugged her tightly, burying his face in her cropped hair.

"Are you angry with me?" she asked in a tiny voice.

"Alexis...of course not." Kurt whispered against her ear. "None of this was your fault."

His eyes flicked to the pregnancy test, still sitting on the floor in front of them.

"That night...the...the test is because of that night?"

She nodded feebly, her body wracked with sobs again.

"I'm so sorry."

"Ali, please don't apologise. I'm not angry, and we'll sort this out together, okay?"

"There isn't anything to sort out," she whimpered. "I'm pregnant. I know it. The test is just...a formality, or something" she sniffed.

"How could you possibly know that?" he asked, worry building in his chest.

"I haven't...I haven't... " she took a deep breath, a blush rising to her cheeks. "I haven't had my period this month."

Kurt let out a breath. Well, fuck. He barely paid attention in the classes at school, but he'd seen enough Rom-Com's to know that that wasn't good.

But something clicked.

"Ali..." he said, excitement building in his voice. "You...you might not be pregnant."

Her eyes filled with hope, staring up at him.

"While you were in hospital...I did some research..." he started slowly. "I...god, I remember something. Hold on...something about...anorexia fucking with your system..."

"I didn't have anorexia."

Kurt shot her a look. "Ali..."

She sighed. "Whatever. Keep going." She wiped her eyes, watching him carefully.

"Your body...it starts shutting down and stopping your organs from doing what they do best..."

"What they do best?"

"It was a site for kids, hush. Anyway..." he gave her a small grin. "There's still hope."

A small, relieved smile fluttered across her features, but her look of panic returned.

"But...what if I am?" Her hand trailed to her stomach, clutching at her shirt.

"Then your dad and I will be here for you every step of the way, okay?" Kurt kissed her forehead. "That's something that you can be sure of."

"Thank you." She burrowed her head in his chest again. "Thank you daddy."

Kurt glanced down at her. "I've got another promise for you to make to me."

She looked up curiously, a little apprehensive.

"You've got to promise me, that no matter what the outcome of this test is, you'll always be my – our - little girl. That babies and life won't get in the way of what we have. And that means your life. This is not who you are, Ali...you're so much bigger than Jemima's influence, and we need to get you back on track. We'll do whatever it takes...Okay?"

She nodded, curling up even tighter to him. She just wanted everything to be better. "Okay. I promise."

"No...this is a promise much bigger than words." He said softly, gently pulling his silver promise ring off his right hand.

She watched him with wide eyes as he took her right hand and slid it on her finger.

"Your promise ring..."

Kurt nodded, smiling fondly at her and kissing the ring. "Keep the promise Ali. Never let anything deter you from that promise. It's important..."

Alexis nodded seriously. It was only a little too big on her. She stared at it for a moment longer with a small smile on her face, before her gaze flicked to the pregnancy test.

"Should we...should we look?" she whispered, and he took her hand, gently twisting the ring.

"When you're ready."

She took a deep breath, leaning forward and taking the test with the hand that wasn't holding Kurt's, her fingers shaking slightly. She let go of his hand and wrapped her arm across her stomach, feeling sick as she squinted at the test.

But her eyes wouldn't focus through her tears, and she closed them. "I can't do it. Can you...please...?"

He sucked in a deep breath, taking it from her gently and hesitantly peering at the tiny clear circle that would decide Alexis' fate.

Kurt stared at it, his eyes narrowing. "Have you got instructions for these things?" he breathed, but he was fairly positive he knew the result.

"Oh my god...give it here!" she only then realised what she was asking for, but she swallowed hard and forced herself to take it, glaring at the clear circle.

Negative.

"Oh, for fuck's sake.." she practically screamed through a relieved sigh, her eyes lighting up.

Kurt doubted himself. "Is that...good?"

Alexis' face broke out into a wide smile – the biggest smile Kurt had seen for a while now.

"It's negative. I'm not..." she glanced down at her stomach, poking it a bit before grinning. "There's no baby inside me."

Kurt let out a breath of relief, followed by a giant grin. "Thank god..."

"Hey, I thought you said it would've been okay..."

He laughed. "Just because it would've been okay, does not mean I want a teenage pregnancy on my hands."

Alexis grinned, too happy to take offense. "Thanks daddy... " she sighed, wrapping him into a tight hug.

He grinned, hugging her back as he heard the front door slam.

"Kurt? Babe?"

"Clean yourself up, get rid of the test – don't just chuck it in the bin – he'll find it, he's like a freaking puppy – and go pretend to be sick, okay?" Kurt said quietly, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you." She repeated, and Kurt smiled, unlocking the door and heading out.

"Blaine, what are you doing home?" he started down the stairs.

Blaine raised an eyebrow, a happy grin on his face. "It's four...?"

^.^

That night, Kurt couldn't sleep. He constantly rolled around, trying to get comfortable, until Blaine slung an arm over his chest.

"Stop moving." He mumbled sleepily, and Kurt sighed, apologizing and tucking his head into Blaine's side.

"Sorry…"

Ten minutes later, Kurt still wasn't sleeping, and Blaine could feel it.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"I don't know…" he lied, his thoughts on Alexis.

Blaine sighed, sitting up and pulling Kurt into his arms. "Come on, talk to me. You're obviously upset."

Kurt shook his head, cuddling up to Blaine. Blaine yawned, resting his chin on the top of Kurt's head, waiting for him to talk. They sat in silence, and Kurt didn't even realise he was crying until his shoulders started shaking almost violently against Blaine's chest.

"Babe, talk to me…please."

Kurt nodded, still half-buried in Blaine's chest.

"I just…Ali's growing up so fast. It's…overwhelming."

"Baby, she's fifteen."

Kurt sobbed into his chest. "I know."

"She may be a little moody, but we expected this." Blaine chuckled, nuzzling Kurt's hair with his nose. "What's wrong?"

Kurt gulped, heaving a sigh. "She's just…not our little girl anymore. I don't think she ever will be again..."

Blaine sighed, rubbing comforting circles on her back. "She'll always be our little girl. She'll be fine."

Kurt nodded, wishing that he could believe Blaine, but if Blaine only knew…

But Blaine would never find out. He couldn't – Kurt had promised Alexis.

Blaine's fingers trailed down to Kurt's hands, compulsively rubbing his finger - where his ring should have been. Frowning, Blaine glanced down.

"Your ring? Did...did you lose it?" It had been 17 years, and Kurt hadn't taken it off once.

Kurt smiled slightly, kissing Blaine gently. "Alexis needs it more than I do right now."

Blaine's eyebrows knitted in concern. "Did...did something happen to her? Is that why you're upset?"

Kurt shook his head, panicking slightly. "She's fine...she's just...stressed. She made me a promise..."

Blaine bit his lower lip, nodding and kissing Kurt's cheek. "You sure she's okay?"

Kurt nodded. "She should be."

"And are you okay?" Blaine asked with a small yawn, and Kurt nodded again. "We'll be okay. Every day. We're a family, and nothing...nothing will never stop that. Not death...not age...not...not even if Lexi runs away, or...or if she hates us. Not even then. We'll be there for each other. And I'll be here for you. Whether it's two in the morning or whether you're in New York for business, and I'm still here...I'd get on a plane and I'd come be with you if you needed me."

Blaine was mumbling sleepily, but Kurt knew he meant every word. He kissed him, so grateful for the fact that nothing came between them - that they were together and that everything was perfect.

A/N: :D