A/N: We were going to do another Alphabet one, but then I got lazy and couldn't be bothered to type up Z and Y and X so...here's U. It's the...uh.. sequel teaser to 'It Just Wasn't Meant to Happen' - the mpreg. It's directly afterwards.

"No." Blaine said firmly.

Kurt pouted, slightly surprised at how quickly he replied.

"But…" Kurt tugged idly on his sleeve. "Babies."

Blaine shook his head. "Please Kurt…just no…"

"You don't want another baby?"

"I do…but we could adopt…?"

Kurt shot Blaine his best 'bitch face'. "Blaine, I have a uterus."

"Exactly!" Blaine snapped. "Just…please!"

"No! You can't just say that and not offer any explanation!" Kurt's voice was getting louder, and Blaine ushered him outside.

"Look, can't you just accept it?" Blaine growled, heading to the car.

"Not without reason. Blaine, you love Maddy, and you loved me being pregnant. What happened?"

Blaine frowned, not saying anything and Kurt huffed. They were both silent, until Blaine started the car.

"I'm sorry…" Blaine said softly. "Are you still going to see Carole?"

Kurt nodded slightly, his arms folded across his chest.

"Hey…" Blaine reached out, taking Kurt's hand blindly as he drove. "Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad." Kurt said softly, squeezing gently. "I'm just frustrated. I don't understand."

Blaine chewed his lip. How could he tell Kurt? He could barely even think about the weeks of Kurt's delivery without tearing up.

"I might tell you later." Blaine said softly, and he gave Kurt a small smile as they pulled up.

Kurt nodded slightly, squeezing Blaine's hand again before sliding out the car.

"I'll see you at two?"

Kurt nodded. "Maddy's class ends at two-thirty, so please don't be late."

Blaine grinned slightly and nodded, waving Kurt off. Kurt gave a sigh and continued to the door. He knocked twice before letting himself in.

"Carole?" he called, wandering through the house.

"In here," came her melodic voice from the kitchen.

"Where's Dad?"

"At the shop."

Kurt nodded to himself and headed into the kitchen, where Carole was getting out ingredients.

"What are we cooking?"

"Well, I was thinking we could bake a cake for Maddy – to celebrate her first day of school."

Kurt's eyes lit up. "That sounds amazing!"

Carole grinned happily. "She still likes chocolate, right?"

Kurt nodded, helping her retrieve the bowls and spoons.

"Kurt, are you okay?"

Kurt blinked in surprise. "Yeah…"

She raised an eyebrow. "You sure? You seem a little off."

Kurt had barely been there five minutes – how the hell could she tell?

He gave a little sigh. "Blaine doesn't want me to get pregnant again."

Carole's eyes went wide. "You want another one?"

Kurt nodded, and she smiled slightly.

"Blaine doesn't?"

"It's not that…" Kurt said softly. "He specifically doesn't want me to get pregnant…and I know I reacted badly with Maddy, but it's different now, and…I actually liked being pregnant."

Carole smiled a little, before her eyes widened in realisation.

"Oh…Kurt…" she said softly, abandoning the ingredients. "Did Blaine…did he tell you why he didn't want you to get pregnant?"

Kurt shook his head.

"Alright. We need to sit down and talk."

Kurt frowned. "We're cooking."

"It can wait." She said, taking his hand and leading him to the lounge.

They sat down together, and Kurt curled up on the end, waiting. Carole waited a long time, trying to find out a way to tell Kurt the truth.

Finally, she took his hand, and began to speak. "You had Madeline about three weeks too early." She started, and Kurt nodded. "And you remember…you were going for a nap? Is that it?"

"I remember going to the hospital – and they cut her out." Kurt grinned at the memory, but Carole's grim face wasn't assuring.

"They cut her out, and you fell unconscious." She said softly, and Kurt frowned. "Five hours later, you were stable. They hit something – while they were taking her out. Something they didn't expect to be there, and you bled out. But you were okay – it took five hours, but you were okay."

Kurt frowned, about to say something, but Carole continued.

"When you woke up, you named Madeline Hepsibah…and she started crying and you ripped your stitches." Carole said softly. "You ripped every single one of your stitches and you started bleeding internally. Blaine…he couldn't cope. He was a mess that night."

Kurt was listening with his eyes wide, his mouth parted in shock. Tears were starting to form, but they didn't spill over.

"When they operated again…Kurt…" Carole took a breath. "You died."

^.^

The afternoon was long – Kurt had so many questions – he didn't want to believe it was true but it explained so much, and Carole was sincere throughout the entire conversation. They ended up baking the cake as they talked – Kurt often stopped to freak out – and Carole ended up doing most of it – but she didn't mind.

At least Kurt knew now.

Blaine returned at two, and together they collected Madeline from school and took her back to Burt and Carole's for their mini-party.

That night – when Madeline had been tucked in, and the house was quiet, Kurt took a shower.

He had to talk to Blaine about it – it had been six years and they hadn't spoken – Blaine hadn't spoken. Kurt couldn't imagine how traumatic it had been for him – how he could've dealt with it all.

His boyfriend was a lot more than Kurt gave him credit for.

So Kurt put his pyjama's on and crawled into bed, where Blaine was already curled up.

"Baby." Kurt whispered, crawling up behind him and cuddling into him.

Blaine turned slightly, a half-smile on his lips. "Yeah?"

"I won't die this time." He whispered, his eyes closing as he buried his face into Blaine's back. "I promise."

Blaine's whole body went rigid, and Kurt panicked. Finally, Blaine rolled himself over so he was facing Kurt.

"Did Carole…?"

Kurt nodded, his eyes still shut. "I mean it. I won't die."

Blaine closed his eyes, putting his arms around Kurt and holding him close – so close he could feel Kurt's heartbeat hammering around inside his chest.

"I love you…" Blaine whispered, kissing at his cheek. "But I'm not risking your life. Not again."

Kurt opened his eyes to protest, but Blaine continued.

"I can't lose you. I just…I can't. Kurt, you are the best thing in my world, besides Madeline. Besides, I couldn't raise her on my own…"

"I'm strong, Blaine. I can do this."

"Why do you want another one so badly? Why can't we just adopt?"

Kurt sighed, trying to find the right way to say it. "Because…then it's ours. It's not some surrogates, and it's not a child whose parents are anonymous. It's every single part of you, and me…all our perfections rolled into one tiny human for us to love."

Blaine stared at him, biting his lip and shaking his head. "Kurt…"

"I'm stronger than I used to be. I was eighteen when I had Madeline…I'm twenty-five now."

Blaine shook his head.

"Blaine...I can do this. I just…I want one so badly, and I know that I'm going to be okay. I can see us with another baby, nine months from now – the picture is so clear I can almost touch it, Blaine. Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise you…"

"What if your promise isn't enough?" Blaine whispered.

Kurt didn't have an answer, so he didn't. He just stared at Blaine with a pleading expression, waiting.

Blaine didn't know if he could go through it. He didn't know how to choose – what to choose. What if something happened to Kurt? He could never forgive himself. But he did want another baby. And he understood Kurt's reasoning – Madeline was more theirs than anything any surrogate could offer, and she was beautiful.

Blaine swallowed hard.

"Okay."