“We need a lawyer. We can fix this; that baby is ours.” Blaine didn’t even look up, simply shaking his head as he sat, cross-legged, on the bed.

“How are we supposed to afford that?”

“Someone, my dad, could maybe-”

“Come on, Kurt, he’s as broke as we are. Everyone is.”

“I know… But Blaine, nobody can take her side in this-”

“What about everyone in that waiting room? What about the dozens of people who saw me lose it in a hospital, yelling at a pregnant woman? We had to be dragged out, Kurt. Well, I did. If you hadn’t stopped me, if they hadn’t let go – I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done it. I know I should have stayed calm, but when that guy grabbed me and she was getting further and further away, my mind just went-” Kurt handed him a polystyrene cup of coffee and sat down, rubbing Blaine’s knee.

“It’s OK. I know you couldn’t help it. You were cornered. After what you’ve been through…” They couldn’t start thinking about the past now. Of course he lost it when they grabbed him. He’d been grabbed like that before. But they just couldn’t get dragged down in that today. He changed his tone: “I would’ve done the same if I had any upper body strength.” Blaine laughed weakly, setting his drink on the bedside table. Kurt took his hand and he looked up. “None of this is your fault. I don’t know how she could just stand there. She didn’t even seem upset. Everyone must have thought we were nuts.” Blaine didn’t laugh this time. His eyes were watering again. His voice cracked.

“I’ve made everything worse, haven’t I?” Kurt put an arm around him and kissed his head.

“I don’t think that’s possible. But Blaine, she has no claim over him. We have a contract.”

“But we didn’t use a donor. Biologically-”

“No. That’s crap. Biologically, only one of us is his father, but we’ll both be his dads. We were both heartbroken when we lost him, we both miss him and we both love him. Look at me and Finn. He’s my brother, even if we don’t share any DNA. And look at your dad. He’s supposedly the real deal, but you haven’t spoken since you were eighteen. We’re the ones who are going to bring him up and love him no matter what. We are going to be the ones who take him home.” Blaine nodded.

“You’re right. Of course you’re right. There are just so many things that could go wrong, and God, why didn’t we get a donor-” Kurt placed a hand over Blaine’s mouth. They couldn’t do that. They’d both fall apart. Everything Kurt was saying about parents, about family – Becca had said it before. And they’d believed her.

“You need to get some sleep. I know you were awake all night. I’m going out to get food. I’ll call Patrick and tell him we’re dropping out. They’ve only sold six tickets, anyway. I’ll be back in an hour with a special brainstorming feast.” He took Blaine’s hand. “We’ll fix this.” He kissed him on the head, lingering for a few seconds, and grabbed his keys and strolled out, head high. Blaine took a deep breath and slid down on the bed. He lay with his eyes closed, and somehow after forty minutes managed to drift off. Kurt seemed so damn sure of himself, it actually started to convince him.

*

Kurt’s mind was racing as he wandered down the street to find somewhere to get food. He picked a bakery, just because the smells wafting from it were heavenly, and as he stood in line, an idea hit him and he dropped his wallet.

“Sir, can I help?”

“What?” There was a two-metre gap between him and the counter. He hadn’t noticed the queue moving.

“What can I get you? Or do you need a minute to decide? It’s just, you know, there’s a line-”

“Oh, right, right, um, can I just get… food? Really unhealthy food. Croissants, baguettes, that kind of thing. A couple of those brownies, too, please. I need sustenance for what I’m about to do.” He ran back to the car with a bag full of carbohydrates that he knew he’d regret, and whipped out his phone. There was one lawyer who might, just might be able to help. If he could talk him into it. And he was saved in Kurt’s phone as ‘ASSFACE’, just in case they ever needed to contact him. Because Kurt was an adult.