14 Weeks.

Sebastian spent the rest of the week with a smarmy smirk plastered across his meerkat-like features and strutting down the halls of Dalton Academy as if he owned the place. Well, the school board is rather influenced by his father. However, as the week progressed, with each day that passed, Sebastian Smyth’s smirk turned into a grimace. Every day that Kurt and Blaine were still strolling down the halls, hand in hand, still smiling, made Sebastian mad.

Kurt and Blaine felt so much more at home in their own skin that week. After the talk with the other three Warblers things were settling down into normalcy. It wasn’t their old routine, but a new sense of normalcy being born from coming to terms with their new future.

But it appeared that things couldn’t go well for Kurt for very long.

Kurt looked worriedly around the scene before him. There was his father looking taken aback and Carol holding his hand, the principal was sitting behind his desk with a solemn expression. All Kurt could do was sit stunned while his stomach churned, threatening to send him dashing to the toilet to empty its contents at any moment. He had been shocked at his summons to the dean’s office during his first class. Blaine had shot him a confused look but all Kurt could do was shrug; he really had no idea what this was all about.

“Mr Harris, could you please explain to us why we are here?”

Burt directly addressed the dean, his jaw set in clear frustration. Burt Hummel knew his son would never misbehave, especially to the point where they would be called to the dean. Kurt valued his place at Dalton too much to put it in jeopardy in any way. Kurt was well behaved and respectful, he knew how much the family were giving up to be able to pay his tuition fees at the school, and he needed to be safe here. Kurt wouldn’t give all that up.

“Mr Hummel, a discrepancy has come to our attention with your son. We need your conformation before we proceed further.”

The dean appeared carefully composed, but one couldn’t miss the look of solemnness hidden there. It was clear that whatever this discrepancy was, the dean was yet to be fully convinced. The Hummel family all visibly relaxed in the knowledge that any accusations made against Kurt had been met with disbelief.

However, Kurt could not relax. His brain was buzzing as he fidgeted with a lose thread on the cuff of his blazer which felt alien on his back when usually he felt so at home in the knowledge of the safety the walls of Dalton provided.

They couldn’t know? Could they?

No it was impossible, the only ones who knew except himself, Blaine, Nick, Jeff, and Wes. Kurt trusted his boyfriend with his life; Blaine would never go behind his back and tell his father and they both trusted Nick, Jeff, and Wes not to tell anyone and they had all promised not to until Kurt and Blaine were ready.

 “Kurt, do you know why you are here?”

The principal asked cautiously. Kurt shook his head stiffly

Kurt sat in silence, his knuckles turning white as he clutched the chair arms, his mouth clamped shut. His father stared at him but it was clear Kurt wasn’t going to speak up.

“I don’t understand why we are here; his GPA is perfect, he has never had a detention since he arrived at this school and I haven’t had a single report of concern from any of his teachers or yourself and now you are suddenly dragging us in here. What is this about?”

Burt’s voice was calm but firm and his gaze never wavered from the dean.

“You are correct, Mr Hummel, your son has perfect grades despite our initial concern he would need a long time to catch up with Daltons advanced curriculum, and none of the teachers here have a complaint against him for his behaviour, punctuality, or effort in class. This is a… personal matter that conflicts with the schools… interests.”

And then Kurt knew. The look on the dean’s face told him everything. Somehow the dean had found out, it was the only reason he would be glaring at Kurt like that.

Kurt was frozen in his seat. He didn’t want the dean to be the one to tell his father, this had to be his choice. He and Blaine had argued over this for so long that the decision couldn’t be taken away from him in one swift move. Kurt had thought he was about to lose his boyfriend, the father of his baby, over waiting to tell his father so he couldn’t let this happen, he wouldn’t let this happen. He had lost too much over this moment to let it be taken away from him.

“Sir, please may I talk to my father first? Alone.”

Kurt finally asked, his porcelain skin even paler than usual, a soft sheen of sweat covering his forehead as his sat up in the chair about to rise. Kurt could feel a pressure building behind his eyes, like the sting of something pressing too hard but he fought it; fought the limp rising in his throat.

“Kurt, do you know what this is about?”

Burt glared, thought Kurt couldn’t be sure if the hardened expression was directed at him or the dean.

“I- I-“

But Kurt just couldn’t find the words. He ran a sweaty hand over his coiffed chestnut hair.

But turned his attention clearly to the dean now, glaring him down in a way that reminded Kurt of the first time his father and his boyfriend had met. It was as if Burt was x-raying the middle aged balding man behind the Royal Oak desk.

“Mr Harris, I’d like to talk to my son alone for a moment.”

Burt was all but glaring at the dean now and the knots in Kurt's stomach tightened. This was it, this was the moment he had been dreading for so long and he was nothing short of terrified.

“Okay Mr Hummel I would appreciate it if you could be as quick as possible.”

The dean nodded as he spoke and stalked across his office, his jaw set, showing the Hummel men into a small side office and snapping the door shut behind them.

“Please Kurt, explain to me what’s going on here I have no idea.”

Burt rambled waving his arms around aimlessly, with a look of confusion on his ruddy face from what was clearly pent up frustration from being left answerless in the dean’s office for so long.

“Please, Dad, don’t be mad, it was a complete accident, we had no idea…”

Kurt trailed off. His hands had lost this place of purchase on the chair arms so now Kurt had gone from running his hands over, to dragging his fingers through, his hair; a clear sign of distress as he would never ever mess up his perfectly coiffed hair that took him so long standing in front of the mirror every morning.

“Kurt, you’re confusing me even more, son, whatever you did I'm here for you, always, you know that, right?”

Burt placed a warm hand on his sons shoulder. Kurt seemed to shrink in on himself at the touch. It was like the eight year old boy who had just lost his mother rose to the surface again.

Kurt needed Blaine. In that moment all he could think of was how much he needed the one he loved to hold him tightly in his arms and to tell him it was all going to be okay, to take away the fear that was knotting in Kurt's stomach, that was making his palms clammy and his porcelain skin to ripple with goose bumps.

Burt stared at Kurt expectantly. He wasn’t glaring as he had done with the dean, it was soft and concerned and full of the fatherly love Kurt knew so well.

“I'm-“

Kurt paused as his words choked in the back of his throat, eyes wide with apprehension.

“DadI’mpregnant.”

Kurt stumbled over his words so fast they were barely audible. The look on Burt Hummel’s face told his son quite clearly he had heard correctly what Kurt had said but that he didn’t believe him, didn’t want to believe him.

“Kurt?”

Burt looked at his son with what looked like a thousand questions behind the usual loving glimmer in his eyes. Kurt sighed and rolled his shoulders in a small motion feeling the tension coursing through his body.

“I'm so sorry Dad, I thought it was impossible, I never for one moment thought this could happen, we had always been safe I swear we never thought anything could happen, especially not this.”

Kurt babbled seemingly endlessly apologising and praying to a higher deity his father wouldn’t be mad. But inside Kurt knew his Dad wouldn’t be angry; he would disappoint and that would be even worse.

“Kurt”

Burt held up his hand to stop his sons rambling.

“Kurt, are you sure? I mean this- this shouldn’t be possible and I’ll be honest I can’t wrap my head around it. Are you sure you’re-“

The elder Hummel stuttered over his words not much better than Kurt at this point.

“Yes Dad, I'm sure, I’ve been to the Doctors and I'm- I'm pregnant”

Kurt whispered the last word, unable to meet his father’s eyes and broke down. Kurt's shoulders wracked with sobs and he clenched his fists and just let the tears flow, unable to be ashamed of breaking down, unable to fight the tears because he had disappointed his father. The one who had always been there for him through everything, the one who had accepted him without question, always, and Kurt had let him down.

“Come here, son.”

Burt held open his arms for his son and as soon as Kurt stepped forward Burt held him so tightly and comforted him the way he comforted his eight year old son when Elizabeth Hummel had passed. The two Hummel men stood together for what could have been minuets, hours, or days; neither of them knew how long they stood wrapped together but after a while Kurt sniffled.

“You- you’re not angry?”

He whispered hesitantly, Burt hadn’t said much in reaction to the news and Kurt was dreading his answers. Burt always first and foremost comforted his son, even if he reprimanded Kurt later.

“No, son, I'm surprised and I honestly still can’t wrap my head around this, at first I thought you were joking, then I realised we are in your headmasters office and realised it’s not the time for your usual remarks so I thought better of it. I must say I thought after we talked I am a little disappointed that you weren’t being err, safe, so I just want you to answer me something, and don’t even think about brushing me off I just want an honest right to the point answer then I swear I will drop it.”

Burt narrowed his eyes in the way that made Kurt squirm and he knew his father used that look to get the truth out of him and Kurt knew he would give his father that under the look he was giving him. Kurt nodded once.

“Did Blaine pressure you?”

There is was, Kurt's straight up no messing father.

“No Dad! Of course he didn’t! Blaine and I both agreed and we took it slow and oh my god I can’t believe we are talking about this!”

Kurt threw his hands up in the air and snorted back a laugh. It was a laugh of relief when he saw the expression that crossed his father’s face when anything to do with sexual activity was mentioned and Kurt knew in that moment his Dad wasn’t going to be angry.

“Okay, okay” Burt chuckled. “You know I'm not happy, I mean you’re my son and I, god I'm not good at this kind of talk, but honestly kiddo I will never stop loving you and I'm not angry at you, I just thought I’d brought you up to be more responsible, damn I didn’t mean it like that kid, but I'm not going to disown you or anything but my head is in a mess right now but I think we need to go back in there and see what Harris wants then I want to sit down and talk to you about it properly, you and Blaine both.”

Kurt gulps at his father’s last words. Of course Burt would want to talk to Blaine and come to think of it this was one of the things Kurt had been so terrified of every time he thought about telling his father.

“Okay, we will talk about it, but only if you leave your shot gun locked up.”

Burt laughed humourlessly.

“I'm not promising anything kiddo, he’s still the one that got my teenage kid knocked up no matter how much I’ve warmed to the boy.”

Kurt couldn’t help himself and smiled a little, it warmed his heart every time his father mentioned something positive about Blaine, about how they were accepted by the only person’s opinion in the wold Kurt really cared about.

When the Hummel men re-enter the office Kurt instantly notices the glare in the eye of the dean who’s eye follow them as they retake their seats. Once back in his chair Kurt's eyes are instantly drawn to the look of discomfort on Carol’s face after being left alone with the disgruntled dean. Burt, whose hand remains a comforting pressure on Kurt's shoulder, takes a long deep breath letting himself relax a little.

“Are we ready to begin now?” The dean asks, his tone is a strict business-like manner.

Burt gives the dean a pointed look before turning to Carol.

“Honey, do you think you could go find Blaine?”

Burt asks his wife softly before exchanging a whispered few words and a quick kiss and with that Carol pats Kurt on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort him before exiting the room.

“Okay, we are ready.”

Burt nods, giving Kurt an encouraging smile, never removing his hand from his sons shoulder.

“Well, Mr Hummel, this has all been very confusing for myself and the school board and now we are finally ready to present our discrepancy to you and your son.”

The dean clears his throat awkwardly before continuing and Kurt's lungs seize up, here it is, he knows what’s coming this time.

“We have reason to believe your son is pregnant Mr. Hummel.”

This time shock doesn’t pass through Burt’s eyes but instead he straightens himself up in his chare.

“Unfortunately my son and I had no time to discuss this before you called us all in here but yes I am now aware of this fact thank you so I would like you to get straight to the point.”

Burt’s voice was gruff but there was an eerie calmness in his eyes that Kurt could only assume was to mask the anger as to why this needed him to be called in for such a matter.

“Well, Mr Hummel, the problem lies in that our usual policy for such matters is expulsion. Our female sister school Crawford Country Day expels their pregnant teenage students and we have a policy that whilst we have never encountered a male student with this, err, condition, we respect Crawford’s rules and will expel a student that fathers the child of a Crawford Country Day student.”

Kurt had no idea what he had been expecting the dean to say but expulsion was not one of them. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be expelled. He couldn’t go back to McKinley, especially not now, not pregnant. If he thought the bulling had been bad for him being gay it would be nothing when they found out he was pregnant too, he would be a freak. Quinn had gone through enough and she was a girl, it would be hell for him.

Burt was on his feet before Kurt could say anything. “You cannot do this to my son. You know exactly why he came to your school, we sat with you and made sure he would be safe from everything he had gone through at his old school and now you want to kick him out and force him back there? Dalton is supposed to be a zero tolerance no bullying no harassment school; students are supposed to find refuge here and now, when he needs it the most, my son is being expelled!”

The elder Hummel was clearly furious; the blood was rushing to his face in anger, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead where the old baseball cap had rested every day until Burt won his seat in congress.

“Dad your heart-“ Kurt exclaimed as he saw the anger continue to rise in his father’s face. Burt merely held up a hand to silence Kurt and the younger Hummel sat back down.

“I will not let this happen”

Burt all but shouted.

“Mr Hummel I can see you are upset-“

“The hell I'm upset” Burt interrupted.

“Yes, yes I understand, I do. My son is a student at this school for the same reasons your son transferred here. In the beginning he wanted to try out state school, he wanted to get out of the secluded lifestyle his mother had always wanted for him but once the older boys became aware of his sexuality things didn’t go so smoothly and it led him to transfer here to Dalton. My son is only a freshman and didn’t have to go through with their obtuse behaviour for as long as your son but I understand you not wanting him to return there but the school board has a rather different idea of what is acceptable at Dalton. There are some very influential men on the school board Mr Hummel and I'm afraid there is not much I can do.”

The dean sighed and Kurt could see there was an honest look of defeat in the man’s eyes behind the fixed mask. Kurt could almost feel the sympathy radiating from the dean as he sat rigidly behind that desk, but Kurt could also see the disapproval in the man’s eyes. He might be accepting of sexuality but he saw Kurt as a freak and everyone else would too.

“I'm not going to sit back and let this happen; I demand a meeting with the board!”

Burt was barely keeping his emotions in check now but Kurt didn’t even try to calm down his angered father. Nothing Kurt said would help now and the younger Hummel knew that. He was also relived that his father was going to at least try and stop this even if the dean thought there was no chance.

“Well, Mr Hummel, we can set you up with an appointment for tonight as there would need to be a discussion about the terms of expulsion for your sons education records so you may discuss your points at that time. Unfortunately, I must ask you all to leave the premises as this is an official suspension until which time the board overthrows the decision or your son is permanently expelled. You may leave his belongings here until an official decision has been made as I understand it will take a long time to empty his room.”