Prelude

Blaine took one last look at the stick in his hand, and then placed it on the counter beside the sink with a steady hand. He looked into the bathroom mirror at his reflection as if expecting to see some kind of obvious change, but there was none. Apart from looking a little paler than he normally did, his reflection still looked as it had 3 minutes before. His skin was clear and his eyes were more green than brown in the reflected light. His gel was a lost cause by now, the product of running his fingers anxiously through his hair as he debated with himself to take the test in the first place.

Now, however, his hands were sure and his back was straight.

If you had asked Blaine about his opinion on children before today, he probably would have told you that he loved children. With their little hands and smiles, and their unreserved energy and happiness, what wasn't to like? He might even have mentioned wanting a couple of his own in the future. But this vague, idealistic plan was brought to a halt when Blaine began to suspect that this plan might be coming a lot sooner that he had expected. Fear for himself and the changes that his body would go through. Fear of telling his boyfriend and his reaction. Fear of telling anyone at all. The panic has rushed through his body, building as he grew more and more certain that his instinct was correct.

The moment he had seen the pregnancy test, however, all the doubt that he had been consumed by for the past few days vanished instantly.

He was pregnant. He was going to have a baby. Maybe with his smile and his boyfriend's beautiful eyes. He was going to be a dad, and that was suddenly the most wonderful, amazing, glorious thing that could ever have happened to him. Looking into his reflection, Blaine's face split into a smile.

It was sooner than he had planned, but he wanted this baby with everything that he was; now he just had to share the news with his boyfriend. Maybe Connor would be happy too?