The train ride to Lima Ohio was a long journey. Rachel slept most of the way, Kurt had his nose buried in a book, and Blaine stared out the window with too much on his mind.

This was such a delicate situation. On one hand, Kurt was with them. Kurt was alone, without Dylan, in another state. With Blaine. It almost seemed too good to be true. 

On the other hand, Blaine was still lying to Kurt. He didnt know anything about the baby. He didnt know Blaine was going there to discuss the baby with his parents, because Kurt thought Blaine wanted to tell them the truth about his sexuality.

He noticed Kurt nodding off on the ride. His head eventually dropped and the book in his limp hand hit the floor. Blaine smiled slightly, watching him peacefully sleep. Until he shifted his eyes toward Rachel, who was curled up next to him, with her hand resting on her stomach. She wasnt quite showing yet, not enough for anyone else to realize. Blaine only could tell because he knew her body so well.

This whole situation was turning into a big mess, and Blaine wasnt sure how much longer he could keep it together.

Kurt and Rachel woke up as the train was pulling into the station some time later. They grabbed their belongings and headed out to meet Kurts father, who agreed to pick them up.

"Dad!" Kurt called, the moment he found his father in the crowd. He dropped his suitcase and threw himself into the mans arms. His father picked him up and spun him in a circle.

Rachel smiled, "Thats Burt. Hes a sweetheart."

"Burt and Kurt?" Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up, its cute," she made her way toward the pair. "Hi, Mr. Hummel," she said, as Burt pulled her into a hug. "Youre looking good these days," she informed him.

"So are you," he smiled.

"I - um, thanks," she said awkwardly, making sure her jacket was covering her small bump.

"Whos this?" Burt motioned toward Blaine.

"This is our friend, Blaine," Kurt said. "I met him a couple months ago. Hes been dating Rachel for a couple years now." Kurts eyes shifted toward Blaine, reminding him that Kurt still wasnt really sure what was happening in his relationship with Rachel. Blaine had never given him a straight answer, but Kurt didnt press for information.

"Nice to meet you, Blaine," Burt held out a hand and he took it. 

"You too, sir," Blaine responded.

"Sir?" Burt laughed. "Please, call me Burt." He then clapped his hands together and said, "well, shall we pile up and head over to the Berry household to drop you off?"

"Please," Rachel smiled.

When they had reached the Berrys house, Rachels fathers were already waiting to greet them. They were so thrilled to have their daughter home again that they couldnt wait to greet her.

On seeing Blaine, Leroy walked over and shook his hand, "Nice to see you again. And Kurt, were happy you could make it for this little reunion. Weve prepared a special dinner for tomorrow night. Youre more than welcome to bring your family along."

"Thank you very much," Kurt nodded.

"I hope to see your family here as well, Blaine," Leroy added. "Its not a fancy dinner without the Anderson bunch. Its been so long since weve seen Michael and Pam," he clasped Blaines shoulder.

"Yeah, I hoped to stay here tonight and have them drive up from Westerville tomorrow. Its late and I didnt want to see them make that drive at this hour," Blaine told him.

"Well, youre always welcome here," he replied.

Rain lashed against the window of Rachels room the next morning. Blaine stared at the window for a long time, until he felt Rachel shift in the bed next to him. 

"Morning," Blaine mumbled, placing a hand on her stomach. 

She smiled, "Morning."

"Did you sleep okay?" he asked, gently kissing her forehead.

"Mm..." she mumbled. "It feels good to be back in my old bed." She placed her hand on top of Blaines and entwined her fingers with his. "I was thinking we tell our parents about the baby today."

"And youre sure thats what you want," Blaine asked, feeling his stomach flutter. He wasnt sure he was ready. It seemed so early in their trip to be doing this. What if things went wrong?

"Blaine, people are going to notice sooner or later," she ran a hand over her stomach. "I mean, Im sort of blowing up already. Im sure no ones noticed yet but I sure can tell... Besides, I want our parents to be involved as much as they can. Itll be good for them. Theyll be thrilled to know theyll be grandparents for the first time."

"If youre sure, then thats what well do," Blaine nodded. Thinking about the fact that Kurt would be there that night, He wasnt sure he wanted this dinner to happen at all, but what else could he do?

Rachels dads spent the day preparing for the dinner. They were determined to prepare the best meal they possible could, but they wouldnt  let Blaine and Rachel help. Every time Rachel offered, they chased her out of the kitchen and told her to spend more time with Blaine. This was meal was for them.

A few minutes before six oclock, a knock came on the door, and Rachel answered. "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson! Its so good to see you again," she shook their hands and led them inside.

"Hello, Blaine,"  Pam Anderson found him standing in the living room. She walked over and gave him a warm hug, and Blaine felt himself relax in her arms a little. He turned to his father, who simply shook his hand and gave a nod. Blaines nerves returned and he knew they had to get this over with before dinner was ruined.

"Dads, can you come here, please," Rachel called. She took Blaines hand, leading him over to the couch. She sat down, gripping his hand tightly, and Blaine whispered to her to take a deep breath. When everyone sat down, Rachel took several deep breaths and said, "Blaine and I have an announcement for you."

"Are you engaged?" Leroy asked eagerly.

"No, no," she shook her head. "We havent discussed that yet, but Im sure its something well consider in the near future because..." she paused, looking into Blaines eyes. He gave her a weak smile, encouraging her to continue. Taking another deep breath, she looked at her dads and said, "Blaine and I are having a baby."

Silence.

Pure silence.

Only the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner made noise.

Blaine felt his heart drop to his stomach. Rachels hands began shaking. She gripped Blaines hand so tightly that he felt like his circulation had been completely cut off.

In time, Rachels dads jumped up and walked over to her. They pulled her to her feet and hugged her. "Thats wonderful news, darling! Were going to be grandparents!"

"I had to give up my role in Funny Girl for this, but... were going to be a family," she said, tears forming in her eyes. "Were really going to be a family. All of us."

Blaine glanced down at his lap, aware of the fact that his parents stared at him with judgmental eyes. Their expressions remained stoic. Impossible to read. He waited, while Rachels dads continued to coo over her and their new grandchild. In time, they moved into the kitchen and Blaine was left alone with his parents.

Pam stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "ill be a grandmother?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"How far is she?"

"About eleven weeks," Blaine said.

"Are you sure youre ready for this? Its a lot to have on your shoulders," she placed a hand on his arm. 

"I dont really have a choice," Blaine shrugged. "We werent expecting this, but well have to make something work... I dont know what were going to do, but well figure it out."

The doorbell rang and Rachel came back through. She ushered in Kurt, Burt, and a woman Blaine could only assume was his step-mom. They entered the living room and she introduced her, "Blaine, this is Carole. This is my boyfriend, Blaine."

"Nice to meet you," Carole waved.

Blaine was worried that the baby would come up in conversation during dinner. He spent the whole meal with nerves running through him, afraid that Kurt would know more than he was willing to admit. He noticed Kurt watching him from his seat down the table, but he couldnt read the expression on his face, any more than he could read the solemn look on his fathers face.

When dinner passed, and Rachels dads were discussing dessert, everyone moved from the dining room into the kitchen. Blaine was near the doorway, when he heard his father clear his throat. "Blaine, hang back for a minute."

He swallowed hard. He knew what was coming, and this wasnt the time or the place to discuss this. "What?" he said, turning to face his father, who stood on the other side of the table, clenching the chair in front of him.His knuckles white from gripping so hard.

"Do you really think raising a child with this girl is the best thing for you right now?" Michael said sternly. "Youre still in medical school, and she just lost her role in that show."

"Its not like we planned this, dad," Blaine snapped back. "It was an accident. Sometimes things like this just happen. But now that it is happening, I do plan on raising that child."

"You cant support a child in New York," Michael replied. "Youre lucky were helping you with that expensive apartment. Youve got to think about clothes, diapers, food. Theres a lot to raising a kid. And then youll need to buy it a crib and who knows what else."

"I know that, dad," Blaine crossed his arms over his chest "You dont think Ive thought of that?"

"Have you thought about finding better work? You both are going to have to find a way to come up with more money. She needs to stop playing around on those silly little stages and you cant afford to lose focus on your studies," his tone was cold, harsh.

Weve got time to come up with a plan. Shes only eleven weeks. We still have - "

"Youd better come up with a plan soon then, because that baby will be here before you know it. Youll run out of time, and then you wont be ready," his fathers voice grew louder. "Your mother and I arent going to raise this baby for you."

"i know that!" Blaine shot back, his hands shaking with rage. "I never asked you too. its my child. I have to he the one to take care of it. I know that its my responsibility, and Ive made that my commitment."

"And if youre not ready?" his father began moving around the table. He was now feet from Blaine, who could feel his heart beating quickly in his chest. "Tel me what you want, Blaine, but youre not going to be ready."

"What do you want me to do? Give it up for adoption?" Blaine stepped forward, determined not to back down. He always lost an argument whit his father, but that wasnt happening today. This was more than protecting himself. It was protecting his child too.

"Its an option," he shrugged.

"No! Its not an option," Blaine felt tears form in his eyes and he felt so weak for breaking in front of his father. "This is my son or daughter youre talking about. I refuse to give it away to someone else, just because you dont think I can handle it."

"Im not saying its your only choice. There are other options," his father said coolly.

"What like abortion? Do you want me to just toss my child aside, like it doesnt matter,  because you dont think I can handle it?" Rage wracked Blaines body and he began to tremble all over. Tears were now rolling down his cheeks.

"Be reasonable, Blaine," Michael held up a hand. "Don you dare put words in my mouth."

"You be reasonable!" Blaine shouted. "You act like you know me so well. You think you can show up here and tell me how to live my life. You always have thought you knew what was best for me. But if you really knew me at all, you would know that medical school was never something I wanted. I loved music, and I wanted to follow a career pursuing music, but you scared me shitless, because you were so cold to Cooper after he came home with his first gig in a commercial. You cant tell me whats best for me and my family, because you didnt even think I should be with Rachel You dont know what I want, and you dont know whats best for me child, because you dont even know whats best for me."

"Blaine - "

"Im not giving my baby up, not for you. If you really knew me at all, you would know that I so desperately want to be a better father to that child than you ever were to me," Blaine quickly brushed another round of tears away.

"Now, hold on, Blaine," his father began to protest.

"No, Im done holding on. Im through with letting you tear me down, because you think you know whats best for me. I wont stand for this. Im  a man now. I have my own family to take care of, and you cant  control me anymore," Blaine stormed toward the front door, tears still threatening to fall. He whipped it open and headed out into the cool, rainy night.

He stumbled his way down the street, Anger was burning in his chest. He couldnt stand it. He couldnt stand the lies, the secrets, the judgement. Where did things go so wrong? Why was everything falling apart?

Everything was a mess.

Blaine had lied to his family about his sexuality for so long. He still hadnt been honest, and at this rate, he didnt know if he ever could be. If his father was willing to have Blaine get rid of the baby so easily, hed never accept Blaine for being gay. Hed throw him out the door like he did with Cooper. And thats exactly why Blaine hadnt been honest with Kurt. How could he ever come forward to his family, no matter how much Kurt said itd be good for him? He was stuck. He would always be tied down with Rachel, the baby, and his father that would never accept him for who he was.

It wasnt fair.

A horn honked behind him and he went to move out of the way. The car pulled up next to him and the window rolled down. "Did you really think youd get far?" Kurts voice broke through the rain.

Blaine let out a sigh and dodged around the car, hoping into the passenger seat. "What are you doing?" he asked, wiping his eyes on his shirt sleeve.

"I noticed you werent in the kitchen when your dad came fuming in. He told your mother they were leaving, and I knew you two must of had a fight," Kurt turned sideways in his seat. "I came looking for you."

A sob escaped his throat and he bowed his head. He felt Kurts arms pull him closer and he buried his face in his shoulder. He could hear Kurt whispering that it was okay but it didnt mean anything. It wasnt okay. Not even being in Kurts embrace could make him feel better, because being with Kurt would never be okay. Nothing was okay.

 When they broke apart, Kurt wiped a tear off Blaines cheek and said, "why dont we head over to my dads house. We need somewhere to talk and I dont think going back to Rachels is a good idea."

Blaine simply nodded, feeling too numb to speak, as Kurt put the car in drive and headed down the street. They rode in silence for a few minutes and when they reached the house, Blaine remained in his seat. Kurt climbed out of the car, made his way around to Blaines side and grabbed his hand, pulling him from the car. "Come on, Anderson. Its okay. My dad and Carole are still with Rachel."

Feeling his feet drag beneath him, Blaine let Kurt lead him into the house. They made their way upstairs and into a white room full of pictures and knickknacks on a shelf. This had to be Kurts old bedroom. Kurt sat Blaine down on the bed and took his coat off. He kicked off his shoes and sat down next to Blaine. "Hi," he said quietly.

"Hey," Blaine forced a smile.

"Did you tell him?" Kurt asked, placing a hand on Blaines knee.

Thats when the next round of tears started. This was such a mess. Kurt still thought Blaine was referring to his sexuality. It was an issue Kurt was still trying to help him through, when Blaine had temporarily put the matter on the back burner. The baby was more important that Blaines happiness. How was he supposed to tell Kurt that? Kurt had been so kind to him, doing the best he could to be there for Blaine. And Blaine was still lying to him.

"Blaine," he whispered. he placed a hand under his chin and lifted his head so their eyes were level. Guilt settled in when those blue eyes stared at him with concern. He had to tell Kurt the truth. He couldnt keep secrets anymore.

"Youre not making this any easier," Kurt said quietly.

"What?" Blaine choked out.

"Being here for you. I told you Id be here no matter what, and I dont know how to be a help. Youre in pain, and that makes my heart hurt. Youre such a good person, Blaine, and I hate seeing you in pain," Kurt didnt break his gaze.

Its nothing," Blaine shook his head. "You being here is enough."

"Its everything," Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips to Blaines. That warm, familiar touch sent chills down Blaines spine. Kurts other hand found Blaines waist and Blaine clutched his shoulder for support, as his arms began to tremble. He deepened the kiss, and the arm holding him steady against the bed gave way. Kurt moved with him, until they were lying side by side. Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaines waist nd pulled him closer.

Kurt broke the kiss and said, "I feel bad, because I dont know how else to comfort you."

"No, this is... this is perfect," Blaine whispered. "In spite of everything, I just... I just want you."

"We agreed not to kiss anymore," Kurt whispered.

"I dont care," Blaine said, leaning in and kissing him again. Kurts body rose slightly, hovering over Blaine. He positioned his arms on either side of Blaine and deepened the kiss. At Blaines moan of pleasure, Kurt moved his lips down his neck.

Blaine tipped his head back, letting out a soft grunt. "Kurt," he whispered.

"Shut up," Kurt muttered in between kisses. His hands moved to Blaines waistline and grabbed the end of his shirt. He pulled on it and Blaine sat up slightly, letting Kurt take it off. Kurt then pushed him back down and started kissing down his chest. "Are you okay? I wish there was a bettet way to comfort you," he looked into Blaines hazel eyes.

"I just want to be close to you," Blaine met Kurts lips and Kurt made a small "mmph." sound. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurts waist and said, "Youre all I want right now."

He didnt want to think about Rachel or the baby. He didnt want to think about the fight with his father. Blaine just wanted to escape again, to have that feeling of being high above the rest of the world, where nothing bad can happen. Kurt was the only thing that could give him that feeling. In this moment, Kurt was all that mattered.

Deep, slow breathing filled the silence in the room. In the distance, a car alarm was buzzing through the neighborhood, and somewhere downstairs someone was clattering plates. Someone... downstairs...

Blaines eyes fluttered open. He glanced around the white room and remembered where he was. Kurts house... with Kurt... in his bedroom... in his bed.

He moved his head, resting on Kurts chest, and glanced up at the sleeping man next to him. Kurts arm was settled underneath Blaine, and he moaned softly at Blaines movement. His eyelids fluttered open and he groggily said, "hey."

"We fell asleep," Blaine whispered.

"Yeah..." Kurt mumbled.

"After we..." Blaine hesitated.

"Shit!" Kurt jumped, causing Blaine to topple off him all the way. Kurt glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed and said, "its seven in the morning. We slept all night."

"Thats not the only thing we did," Blaine glanced down at Kurts naked chest, 

"Oh shit," Kurt mumbled.

"Im sorry," Blaine said, knowing this would lead to nothing but regret for the both of them. Kurt didnt even want to kiss Blaine anymore, but this was taking it to a whole new level. 

"Oh shit," Kurt said, climbing off the bed. He raced into his bathroom and shut the door.

Blaine sat there, feeling vulnerable. He didnt know what to do. Kurt was obviously regretful of what happened the night before, and this might be his chance to push Blaine away. And Blaine knew he had to leave before he let himself get hurt like that.

Quickly throwing his clothes back on, Blaine felt hot tears roll down his cheeks. He slowly moved toward the bedroom door and pulled it open. He crept downstairs and to the front door. 

just as his hand reached for the handle, he heard a voice behind him, "Leaving so soon? I made breakfast."

"Im sorry?" Blaine turned around to face Carole.

"Are you okay?" Carole asked.

"W-why wouldnt I be?" Blaine stuttered, his hand still on the handle.

"Because your girlfriend is pregnant and you just spent the night with my step-son after having an argument with your father?" Carole stepped closer. Either she was a really good guesser or she knew something.

"Shes not - "

"Blaine, I was there after you left. Your father was angry. He practically dragged your mother out the door and when Rachels dads asked what happened, Rachel explained that he was probably upset about the baby," Carole placed a hand on his shoulder. "Im guessing shes right, after you ran out on your argument."

"Yeah," Blaine nodded slowly.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Does Kurt know?" he asked nervously, glancing toward the stairs. 

"No," she shook her head. "But I think you need to be the one that tells him. I wont say anything to him." She took another step closer and said, "just dont hurt him, okay? Hes sensitive."

"Right," he said shortly. "I... um better go. I need to talk to my parents."

"Good luck, sweetie," she shut the door behind him.

When Blaine showed up at Rachels house some time later, she was overwhelmed to see him. She embraced him and asked, "where have you been? Ive been worried sick about you."

"I just needed some space to think," Blaine admitted.

"Are you okay?" she brushed her hair behind her ear.

He shrugged.

The truth was: his night with Kurt made Blaine realize something. In the time that he had known about the baby, Kurt had been there for him more than anyone. His own father didnt think he was ready, his mother was firm but decent, and Rachel was dealing with enough on her own.

Giving up Funny Girl had been hard enough for Rachel. She was also dealing with many changes in her body, and the though of being a mother for the first time. Doctor visits, stress, her constant desire to sleep or vomit. She was a little too occupied to know that Blaine felt overwhelmed, and he didnt want to put that burden on her.

Kurt was the one who still didnt know about the baby, and yet, he had been there through some of Blaines breakdowns, He had comforted him and made Blaine feel safe. He took Blaines fears away, and Blaine felt a constant desire to be near Kurt.  His feelings toward Kurt were becoming too real, and if he didnt do something about it soon, they were all going to get hurt in the end. 

So where did he draw the line? Did he break up with Rachel and hope that she understood? Would he still be a part of his childs life? Would things work out with Kurt? He was still with Dylan. He was still with Dylan, and yet, he slept with Blaine. He willingly slept with Blaine. Was it comfort? Was it guilt? Blaine didnt know but he did it.

And what if Blaine stayed with Rachel? Hed have his child. Hed have the life he wasnt sure he was ready for, even if he did tell his father differently. But hed also never have a chance with Kurt, and he wasnt sure his heart could live with that either.

"Blaine, are you sure youre okay?" Rachel asked.

Shaking his head, Blaine said, "I think we need to talk."