Thankfully, as soon as the boys had officially announced their relationship to the Warblers Kurt and Blaine's roommates had agreed to a reorganisation so that Kurt and Blaine could room together. They may have two single beds but it was rare that both beds got used unless it was ridiculously hot even then they boys were willing to put up with the heat until it became unbearable.

Over the past two weeks, Kurt was even more thankful for their shared room with attached bathroom than ever before.

Blaine heard Kurt’s throwing up, no matter how hard he had tried to keep silent. The curly haired boy appeared in the doorway looking bed ruffled. Once he spotted Kurt hunched over on the bathroom floor he dropped to his knees and pulled his boyfriend of almost a year into his arms.

“Shhh baby”

Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear as he stroked his hair.

At any other time Kurt would have batted his hand away but Kurt wasn’t even strong enough to playfully reprimand his boyfriend at this moment.

Once Kurt’s breathing had returned to normal and his body physically relaxed Blaine spoke again.

“Baby, are you okay?”

Blaine asked his tone heavy with concern for the boy in his arms.

“I'm fine Blaine. Look I don’t even have a temperature; it’s probably just stress or something.”

Kurt reassured his lover, though he wasn’t sure which of them he was trying to reassure most.

He had never been sick this long before and he felt so odd, but he refused to go to the doctors or the hospital, not since his Mom died or since his Dad’s heart problems last year.

“I know you keep saying you don’t want to go to the doctor but you have been throwing up every day for at least two weeks now baby. This isn’t like you, this isn’t normal. I can’t stand seeing you ill. I know you try to hind it, passing it off as just needing to go to the restroom but I see your face before you sprint away. It’s not healthy, Kurt, and I can’t stand not being able to do anything. If you are still sick by the weekend we are taking you to the doctors. No argument.”

Blaine added the last words as an afterthought when he saw the defiance in Kurt's eyes. For once Blaine would be the one to take control of the situation, it wasn’t often Kurt had to be forced to do something but Blaine really was worried now.

Kurt didn’t even have the energy to fight Blaine anymore so he half shrugged and nodded, leaning back into his boyfriends hold, letting his eyes flicker shut. He was so exhausted even though he had just woken up.

Kurt had no idea how long they sat there on the cold tiled floor when he heard the buzz of his phone alarm ring out.

“Come on baby, we have to get ready for class, if you feel up to it that is?”

Blaine asked the same question every morning he had found Kurt like this, the same worried expression crossing his forehead, pulling his eyebrows together.

“I’ll be fine, I just need to take a shower and freshen up”

Kurt replied confidently as he rose from the floor slowly, feeling the colour come back to his cheeks. He was starting to feel better already now that the room had stopped spinning beneath him.

Blaine nodded and moved over to the counter, putting toothpaste on both their toothbrushes as Kurt stripped down and climbed into the shower. Kurt turned up the heat on the thermostat and stood under the pounding faucet, allowing the water droplets to massage into his body.

He felt Blaine move into the shower stall beside him as he stood there with his eyes closed, but he didn’t need to open them, the feel of knowing his love was beside him was enough by now to bring him comfort.

Blaine massaged shampoo and then conditioner into his scalp softly but therapeutically. Blaine pressed his lips to the top of Kurt's spine before whispering gently.

“Go get ready beautiful.”

Kurt nodded without a word, climbing out of the shower and drying himself before picking up the toothbrush Blaine had laid out for him. Kurt stared at his reflection in the mirror above the sink as he cleaned his teeth. His usually flawless skin looked blotchy and sickly pale rather than just his usual creamy white skin with bags under his eyes from restless sleep.

Kurt sighed deeply before heading back into their dorm room to dress in the outfit he picked out the night before as always, flashing Blaine a soft smile as his boyfriend exited the shower.

The rest of the day passed in the same lethargic manner as has encompassed their lives since Kurt had first become sick. Their usual fast paced daily routine had not changed but time seemed to move slower, and it felt like even though they still got everything done that needed to be attended to it was if the tasks were never really finished as if nothing was quite perfect.

Three days later Blaine brought up the topic of the doctors again. They had both collapsed into bed curled together after a particularly long Warblers practice.

“Kurt, you really need to go to the doctors, you look like you are about to pass out!”

"Yeah Blaine, that’s because its 9pm and we have been in practice for three hours on a Friday night. Just because you have seemingly endless energy doesn’t mean we all do!”

Kurt had replied in an irritated tone.

“You aren’t usually this tired though, you love practice and today you looked like you want to be anywhere but there.”

Blaine countered back. He heard a sniffle from his boyfriend then.

“Come on Kurt, I'm sorry I just worry about you, please go to the doctors, I don’t want you to be sick, I can’t take it worrying about you, please?”

Blaine almost begged, pulling Kurt closer into him so that for once Kurt was the small spoon.

“Okay.”

Kurt finally agreed and Blaine let out a breath of relief. Whatever happened, whatever was wrong with his love at least he would know instead of worrying constantly, they would get through it together.

“It’ll be okay.”

Blaine whispered before pressing Kisses into Kurt's hair.

“I love you.”

“Love you too”

Kurt replied voice thick with sleep and Blaine felt the taller boy go limp in his arms as sleep overtook him.
Monday afternoon found the boys in East Lima’s doctor’s office. Kurt's knee jittered nervously as he watched the second hand on the clock tick over agonisingly slowly.

The silence was so very loud, the tiny noises echoing in Kurt’s ears like a crescendo. The sound of heals clicking down the lino covered hall way, of pages in magazines being flipped with disinterest, of phones ringing down distant hallways round shadowy corners behind closed doors.

“Mr Kurt Hummel?”

A voice called and Kurt's head shot up. He swallowed thickly before Blaine squeezed the hand he had been holding and half pulling Kurt from his seat when he didn’t move.

Kurt really disliked medical professionals, the sterile scent making him feel queasy again.

The kind faced nurse led them down a hallway into a small room indicating for Kurt to sit on the bed and Blaine took the seat beside him, not letting go of Kurt's hand giving the taller boy the reassurance he so desperately needed.

“Hello Mr Hummel, my name is Nurse Mathews and I will be taking an initial assessment before we get the doctor in, who’s your friend here?”

She introduced herself with a smile before looking over at Blaine.

Kurt gulped.

“This is Blaine, my, my boyfriend”

Kurt's voice gave off more confidence than he felt and that was saying something as he stuttered over the word “boyfriend”. They were still very wary about the majority of the population of Lima.

Nurse Mathews gave Blaine a smile before turning back to Kurt.

“So, what seems to be wrong Kurt?”

The nurse asked kindly, with a motherly smile that reminded him of Carole.

Blaine gave Kurt a nod and a squeeze of his hand in encouragement and he turned back to the nurse.

“Well, I’ve been feeling lethargic and tired even though I have slept a lot and also sick and dizzy and I have been sick quite a few times.”

Kurt flashed his gaze to Blaine every so often when as he spoke.

“And mood swings.”

Blaine interjected just before the nurse continued.

“Okay, how long have you had these symptoms, any temperature or things of that nature?”

She questioned, scribbling notes onto a clipboard in her lap.

Kurt shook his head.

“No fever, but it’s been almost three weeks now.”

He replied, squeezing Blaine’s hand tighter.

“Okay Kurt, I’d like to take some bloods and then the doctor will be in to talk to you, okay?”

The nurse looked up at him with a thoughtful smile.
Kurt nodded silently, rolling up his shirt sleeve as directed.

“Okay, sharp scratch.”

Kurt looked away from his arm to Blaine who mouthed “I love you” and then the pain was over and Kurt breathed out a heavy sigh.

“Won’t be too long, just hang on in here.”

Nurse Mathews gave them a smile waved before leaving the two boys alone.

“You are doing brilliantly, Kurt, I know how much you hate hospitals and doctors after everything with your Mom and then your Dad. Everything is going to be okay”

Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug and the chestnut haired boy snuggled into the honey eyed boys chest.

The boys didn’t have to wait too long before a female doctor appeared in the doorway, she cleared her throat softly but smiled as they eventually pulled apart.

“Okay, Mr Hummel I'm Doctor Lancaster and I have your test results. I would like, Blaine here isn’t it? To step outside for a moment if that’s okay?”

She said gently.

A look of horror passed over Kurt's features.

“Please can Blaine not stay?”

He almost begged.

“Just for two minutes Kurt, please.”

The doctor replied.

Blaine nodded.

“I will be right outside the door honey.”

He gave Kurt a chaste kiss on the forehead before exiting the room feeling the nerves pooling in his stomach, praying that the news wasn’t too bad.

“I have a couple of last questions before I give you the results”

Doctor Lancaster looked him in the eye with a serious expression on her face.

“Are you sexually active?”

Kurt blushed an impressive shade of crimson at this question and simply gave a short nod.

She added a note to the clipboard that Nurse Mathews had held earlier.

“Have you ever been tested for the carrier gene?”

Kurt simply shook his head with a look of confusion across his features.

“The what gene?”

“The carrier gene allows males to conceive and carry a child. It is actually quite common in males however only rarely do cases come to our attention as the male must be sexually active with another man for it to actually do anything. Research in the last decade had allowed us to discover that those rare cases of male pregnancy were not such a rare occurrence or rather that the ability was not such a rare occurrence.”

Kurt's mouth gaped wide as he tried to digest what the Doctor was telling him… “carrier gene”, “conceive and carry”, “a child”, “male pregnancy”, “Not such a rare occurrence”.

A flicker of a chuckle crossed Doctor Lancaster’s face.

“What I am trying to tell you, Kurt, is that you are pregnant.”

The colour drained from the chestnut haired boys face as he blinked rapidly.

“But I can’t, I can’t be…”

“I assure you Kurt you most defiantly are, from both your symptoms and your blood samples which tested positive.”

Doctor Lancaster smile reassuringly.

“Would you like your boyfriend to come back in or shall I give you your papers and prescriptions and leave?”

“I. want. To. Go”

Kurt stuttered.

“Okay dear, make sure you stop at the pharmacy and get these filled. This first is for anti-nausea medication; it should help with the feeling sick and dizzy you experience, though it works differently on everyone so it may not fully release the sickness but make it more bearable. This second one is for pre-natal vitamins because the sickness will be causing you to lose vital nutrients to help the baby grow.”

Baby.

That one word send Kurt's mind into a whirl wind, his hand flinched to his stomach before he could even think.
He was having a baby. He and Blaine were having a baby. Their baby.

But what if Blaine left him, what if Blaine didn’t want this; if he thought it would ruin his life?

What would Kurt do then?

He couldn’t raise a child alone.

He was only seventeen, a senior in high school.

What was he going to do?

Could he really have an abortion, could he kill the little life growing inside of him?

Doctor Lancaster touched his arm in a comforting manner.

“You don’t have to make any decisions yet sweetheart. I will schedule you a follow up appointment with the obstetrician”

Kurt just nodded, his brain still fogged over with the fears of Blaine's reaction. He had messed everything up. Life had been so perfect for the two boys for the past year; they had dreamed and planned for the future and now it was all collapsing around them, dreams shattered.

“I have some papers here with all the information you will need and I will send you out a letter with the date and time of your next appointment in the mail so keep an eye out and remember those prescriptions.”

Doctor Lancaster gave him one last smile before Kurt hopped off the examination bed and mumbled a “thank you” as he exited, finding Blaine sat on a bench right outside the door.

Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug as he saw the worry in his boyfriend’s eyes. Kurt relaxed into Blaine's grip, praying this wouldn’t be the end. He couldn’t do this without Blaine.

“Can we go?”

Kurt whispered into Blaine's shoulder. Blaine gave him a worried look, his eyebrows furrowing in worry once more.

“Can we talk when we get back to Dalton?”

Kurt felt so small, like a child being told off by their parents for sneaking candy before dinner.

“Of course baby, whatever you need, it’s going to be okay, whatever it is we can get through it I promise I will always be here no matter what”

Blaine reassured him.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep” Kurt thought to himself as the word “baby” send his mind spinning once more.

“Wait, pharmacy.”

Kurt choked out; looking down at the papers the doctor had given him for the first time. There were two small slips of paper which he assumed to be the prescriptions for the medication and an envelope which would hold the answers.

Blaine nodded and Kurt couldn’t miss the increased look of fear in his boyfriends face; engulfing his honey eyes.

The hour drive back to Dalton was tense; Kurt kept his eyes fixed out of the passenger side window watching the scenery flash by as they travelled down the highway as he clutched onto the envelope of papers and small bag of pills.

Kurt felt dizzy as he climbed out of Blaine's car so took the hand his boyfriend offered gratefully. They walked in silence still as they made their way through the gently buzzing halls of Dalton Academy.

Classes were long since over and many students milled around the halls chatting to their friends. They passed the bursting cafeteria but didn’t stop; neither felt able to stomach food at that moment. The smell of food certainly didn’t help Kurt's nausea.

Eventually they reached the dorm room. Blaine held open the door for Kurt and the taller boy headed straight for the bed, collapsing down and curling into a ball on top of the comforter.

The pressure of tears that had been aching dully behind Kurt's eyes reached a peak and the damn finally broke, hot tears spilled over his cheeks.

“Blaine.”

Kurt's voice cracked.

“Hey hey Shhh it’s okay baby I'm here it’s going to be okay.”

All Blaine could do was hold Kurt in his arms and try and comfort him the best he could.

“Blaine I’m so sorry, I’ve ruined everything”

Kurt sobbed into the honey eyed boys shirt.

“Kurt, come here, look at me.”

Blaine caught Kurt's chin in his soft calloused fingers, tilting his head until their eyes met.

“Whatever it is I promise it’s not your fault and I'm here Kurt I swear whatever it is I'm here.”

Kurt gulped and patted the bed, reaching blindly for the papers he had dropped and handed the envelope of papers to Blaine.

The shorter boy took the envelope.

“Is this-?”

All Kurt could do was nod as Blaine pulled out the sheets and leaflets.

Kurt watched Blaine's eyes widen in the same way his had done when Doctor Lancaster had first said the words. All Kurt could do was watch as Blaine soundlessly mouthed the words that had sent Kurt's mind into a frenzy.

“Carrier gene”. “Conceive and carry”. “Child”. “Male pregnancy”. “Not such a rare occurrence”.

“Kurt? Are you, are we…”

Blaine was speechless but Kurt knew what he was asking.

“Yes.”

And then Blaine was pulling Kurt into closer his arms and Kurt was weeping endlessly, grasping at Blaine's shirt trying to ground himself as his shoulders wracked with sobs.

“I'm never leaving you alone.”

Blaine whispered into Kurt's hair.