13 Weeks.

“Come on honey, time for dinner”

Blaine said softly cupping Kurt’s porcelain check and pressing a chaste kiss there to arouse his love from his nap.

“Wha-?”

Kurt mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes to push away the sleepiness. It felt like mere seconds since he had been sitting back against the head board reading War of the Worlds for his Literature class; the book obviously hadn’t been as thrilling as Blaine promised as he appeared to of dozed off.

Kurt loved good literature as much as the next person, however, he was more of the romantic type and Charlotte Brontë was much more his style.

“It’s dinner time Kurt and we promised to sit with Wes and Niff.”

Blaine reminded him, offering a guitar calloused hand to Kurt to help him up.

“I can’t believe you and Wes are calling them Niff! They aren’t even tighter!”

Kurt sighed exasperatedly but with a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“Yeah, well, they should be! Come on they must but the two single most oblivious people in all of Ohio!”

Blaine chuckled and helped Kurt off the bed slowly to avoid a head rush.

“You are such a dork, Blaine Anderson.”

Kurt couldn’t help but giggle as he hugged into Blaine once the honey eyed boy had helped him from the bed.

“You love me.”

Blaine replied, nuzzling into his love’s neck.

“You’re lucky I do.”

The slightly taller boy replied, sighing into Blaine's neck before his stomach gave a growl.

“Come on, food.”

Kurt giggled and pulled the shorter boy by the hand from the room and down Dalton’s hall ways.

Kurt and Blaine sat on a table eating their dinner with Wes, Nick, and Jeff further away from the rest of the warblers than was usual and the rest of the group kept flashing them confused looks but didn’t say anything.

It wasn’t overly odd to find these five drifting from the group to discuss Warbler related subjects in hushed tones. It was common knowledge that Wes trusted their opinions, especially Kurt’s. After all with Kurt once being a part of their rival show choir his information was very much appreciated by the council.

But today the boys weren’t talking about the Warblers and their upcoming Regionals against the New Directions.

The words Kurt just spoke surprised the boys, after the fiasco the previous week.

“Are you sure, Kurt?” Blaine asked, his hazel eyes taking in his boyfriend’s figure. Seeing no doubt the curly haired boy snaked his arms around Kurt’s still slender waist.

“Yes, I'm sure Blaine” Kurt replied with a nod, a soft smile playing across his face.

“After you all talked to me last week I know it’s the right thing to do. So next weekend when we go to my Dad’s I want to tell him-” Kurt sucked in a deep breath, silently willing himself strength. “I want to tell him I'm pregnant.” He let out the breath in a sigh.

“For the first time in my life I reluctantly say I'm glad the three of you got yourselves involved.” Kurt added eyeing Wes, Nick, and Jeff. The latter chuckled before Nick elbowed him in the ribs, causing Jeff to flap him off with a grin which the chocolate haired boy couldn't help but chuckle at. Wes merely gave the two boys beside him a bemused look before turning back to Kurt.

“I know you don’t often appreciate my butting in but I knew you wouldn’t listen unless we forced you to talk so I'm not apologising.” Wes laughed smugly, his brown eyes sparkling with mirth.

“I know I'm stubborn, and even more so at the moment, but I do appreciate it. I would never have forgiven myself if I had pushed Blaine out and lost him over me being frankly stupid, because you are all right; I can’t just ignore this, it’s a huge thing and I- we- need all the help we can get.” Kurt replied grasping Blaine's hand and smiling over at his boyfriend who nuzzled into his shoulder.

“You aren’t going to lose me, Kurt. I promised I am never leaving you and I don’t break my promises. We are in this together.” Blaine smiled into the paler boy’s neck before placing a quick kiss upon his cheek. This caused a smile to once again form up Kurt’s soft pink lips. Blaine pulled his eyes away from his love to the other boys around them.

“Thank you for supporting us guys, Kurt’s right we can’t do this alone. You don’t know how much it means to us.”

Blaine beamed around at the boys as Wes patted him on the back supportively.

“If there is anything at all you guys need we will sort it, right boys?”

Wes smiled turning to Nick and Jeff who saluted him with a chuckle as he hit them playfully.

Unknown to the carefree boys at the table, someone has heard them and this someone wasn’t the kindest in the school. But Kurt might just have to tell his father a little sooner than he wanted, he sneered to himself with a dark chuckle.

Sebastian Smyth strutted down the corridors of Dalton Academy with a smug grin of his face. That damn Hummel wasn’t going to get in the way of his pray any longer. Usually, if Sebastian couldn’t catch his bait by now he would give up but Kurt made this game with Blaine so much more fun than ever before. But now Sebastian finally had something that would take Kurt out of the picture for good. He would get expelled and Blaine would be his.

He slinked quietly into the computer lab, avoiding the gazes of the other students who were working through their lunch as he settled in at a computer in the far corner. Sebastian booted up the internet and searched through page after page of online medical journals and news reports and printed out anything with enough detail but quickly laid out the facts. The principal couldn’t argue with hard evidence he smirked to himself as he printed out the papers and left the room as swiftly as he had entered.

 Moving purposely through the halls Sebastian ignored anyone he met. Reaching his destination the brown haired boy knocked on the Dean’s office door; his smug grin still firmly in place only the call of enter displaced his expression. Replacing it with one of solemn concern Sebastian stepped into the brightly lit office.

From behind the desk, the Dean’s eyes rested on the taller boy. Concern flashed across the man’s face upon seeing his student’s expression. “What is it you wanted Mr Smyth?” His voice holding all the concern his face showed.

 “I hate to tell you this sir, but there is a very irresponsible student in our midst.” Sebastian played up the sadness and concern in his features. “One of my fellow students is having a child.” This was said, with Sebastian just managing to control the smirk he so wanted to unleash.

 “Does this mean I need to contact our sister school in Dayton?”

The principal replied with a scowl now. This had been the exact reaction Sebastian had been hoping for. He knew the schools policy on teenage pregnancy. It was a scandal to the middle and upper class families who sent their children to schools like Dalton or Crawford Country Day. The sister school was fraught with scandal that involved the boys of Dalton due to the regular mixers the two schools enjoyed. If it was discovered that one of the Crawford girls was pregnant she would be expelled to face the wrath of public school along with the Dalton father. However, the principal was far from the truth.

“No, not at all, sir.”

Sebastian pulled out a printed internet page from his inside blazer pocket and handed it to the principal.

“Kurt Hummel, sir, is pregnant.”

Sebastian really was having trouble hiding the smirk from both his face and tone. The surprise on the face of the principal was enough that would make Sebastian shake with silent laughter as he forced himself to stay composed but it was comical really as the man’s eyes skimmed across the page.

“You’re sure about this Mr Smyth?” The principal asked, his eyes lifting from the pages in front of him.  The glare pointed at him made Sebastian steal his expression a little more.

“Very sure, sir, he was talking very openly about it in the cafeteria.”  He nodded, ensuring the solemnness remained in his tone. Sebastian was a rather good actor if he did say so himself. It was very much a game to him. Oh how Kurt and Blaine had made such an enjoyable game for him. This dead town was all the more interesting when he had a game to play, though he would have to find a new pray now that Kurt would be out of the picture very, very soon. Blaine wouldn’t stay with Kurt once he was expelled and sent back to the disgusting public school.

“Okay, thank you Mr Smyth I will talk to Mr Hummel about this.”

The principal gave a nod of finality and motioned for him to leave.