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"Mom, what are you talking about?" Blaine exclaimed as he strode forward to pull his mother from Kurt. "Mom! Hes n—"he started."My what?" Kurt spluttered in the womans embrace.

"Blaine, your voice… "she reprimanded her son, removing her elbow from Blaines tight grip and facing Kurt. "Kurt is still a patient, he needs to get his strength back…" she gently stroked her palm against Kurts cheeks.

"Uhmm.. wh—what? Who are you again?" Kurt shifted back to his parents embrace, terrified of the woman in front of him.

With a sigh, she reintroduces herself. "My name is Emilia Anderson, mother of Cooper and Blaine Anderson,” she pointed at the two boys whose faces are painted with surprise and anger.

"I heard that youre pregnant, right?" she sat softly on the bedside and took Kurts hand.

 Kurt looked at the woman curiously and nodded, subconsciously touching his belly with his other hand.

The woman—Emilia—grinned. "And the fathers are you and Blaine, right?" she questioned him while clutching his hands tightly, hope glinting in her brown eyes.

Kurt looked at Blaine, they stared at each other for a while, not knowing what the best course of action they should take. Kurt saw Blaine open his mouth and try formulating words, but Blaine only sighed and looked away from Kurt.

Kurt turned back to the woman and thought about lying to her about his condition, but he abstains from doing so when her face is full of anticipation.

He sighed. "Yes, Blaine is the father,” he confessed not looking at anyone.

People around the room were surprised when the refined and sophisticated woman had squealed and hugged Kurt tightly. "Im a grandma!" she repeated to Kurts ears, loud enough for the whole room to hear. Then she instantly pulled away from Kurt and gave her son a fierce hug, which was reluctantly reciprocated by a bewildered Blaine.

"Mom?" he questioned, desperate to know what was going on his mothers mind.

"Blaine, you have to marry Kurt. You have to marry him,” she said to him while firmly pressing both of her palms on either of his cheeks, making Blaines mouth form like a fish. "You have to marry that beautiful boy,” she ordered with conviction, letting her son know that she was very serious about what she said.

He removed her hands from his face so he could speak. "Mom, we.. I… he... we… we just…" Blaine stuttered. He looked at Kurt for support, but Kurt looked also lost with the situation they have been sucked into. He turned back to his mother and tried explaining. "Mom, we are—"He was cut off mid-sentence.

"Blaine Devon Anderson, you marry that boy,” she pointed at Kurt without glancing back. "That boy is having your baby; your baby, Blaine. Not mine nor Coopers. Yours." She emphasizes the words with death glares.

"Mom, it was a mis—"he tried again.

"Dont you dare finish that sentence, Blaine. That boy is having your baby, and you need to make that baby an Anderson,” she sobbed and wept fake tears. "We dont have a successor for our family line, Blaine. Cooper and Jenna cant make a baby." She bit her lip for the slip; she didnt want to make her older son feel more anxious about his own problem. "And I thought; with you being gay and all, I wouldnt have a grandchild anymore… I really want to be a grandmother..." she said earnestly.

"You can be, we can still take care of the baby,” he explained, not bothering how Kurts family looked at him right now as he denied marriage to Kurt.

She sighed and made a tsk tsk sound. "Blaine, you know how important family values are to me. I grew up in the Philippines, where we are dependent upon each family member. We treasured all happy and painful memories together, and I tried hard doing the same for our family, so that you and Cooper would grow up to have your own loving homes."

Blaine thought for a moment how his mothers way of home was different from his friends. Despite being rich, his mother had never lacked on giving them support and love while growing up. Their family was close because of his mothers persisting morals and values.

"Blaine, dont take away from your child the chance of having a family,” she added when she saw Blaines resolve was falling.

"Mom, o—" he was once again interrupted by an unfamiliar voice. He looked over to his mom and saw that it belonged to Kurts father.

"Doesnt my son get a say from this?" he demanded, looking angrily at the mother and son in front of him. He couldnt say that he wasnt impressed with Emilias speech, but he wanted to know first what Kurt wanted.

Blaine was startled for a second, but masked his face with his usual confidence. He walked to Burt and extended his hand for a handshake. "Blaine Anderson,” he introduced himself, but Burt only stared disgustingly at his hands. Embarrassed, he subtly settle it back to his side.

"I know who you are,” Blaine grinned, thinking that Burt was referring to his recognitions as a businessman. "Youre the guy who knocked up my son!" Burt said angrily with venom latching on his voice.

Blaine cowered from his voice, he shivered. "I.. uh.. " he stuttered, lost for explanation, he couldnt tell them what really happened. It was so complicated and easily misunderstood; also, because it was embarrassing as hell.

Fortunately, Kurt saved him from answering. "Its not his fault, dad,” Kurt tugged at the end of his dads shirt.

"What do you mean its not his fault? He got you pregnant!" Burt exclaimed.

Kurt wanted to explain to his father what had really happened, but stopped himself when he realized that there were way too many listeners to his epic pregnancy story.

He breathed heavily and layed down sideways, arms covering his stomach and tried his best to convey his distress to his father with just one look.

"Okay. Fine. But well talk eventually,” Burt complied with his son and gestured for his family and to the Andersons to leave the room, so that Kurt could rest.

Once in the hallway, Burt led Emilia to a corner, momentarily leaving their families to mingle with each other. "Look, I still do not approve of your outburst earlier, forcing our kids to marry, when clearly they dont have feelings for each other,” he said while glaring at Blaines back.

Emilia wanted to protest, but Burt held his palm out, signaling for Emilia that he is still not finish talking. "But I agree with you and your family values or whatever it is. I wanted Kurts child to experience a family, with two parents to guide and care for him… or her…" he sighed, took off his baseball cap and putting it back on again.

"Kurt grew up with only one parent and I saw what it did to him. He was closed off and thinks that his problems are not mine." He remembered how teenage Kurt wouldnt tell him about the bullies because he didnt want to add more problems for his father, and being a single father meant that he needed to work more to sustain their needs.

"…so if Kurt wanted… I said if he wanted, so dont get your hopes up… I… I wouldnt object, okay?" He really wouldnt, he wanted the child to grow up in a nice family, where they could both take care and rely on one another and seeing how Emilia treated her children, he thought that Kurt marrying a man who was raised by that woman would be good for Kurt. He certainly hoped so.

Emilia wanted to hug him, but deemed it inappropriate to someone Burts age, so she just grinned and nodded enthusiastically. They both went back to their families, who had a tense atmosphere around them.

The Andersons, after brief thank yous and goodbyes, went back home, while the Hudmels were left in the hospital to take care of Kurts discharge papers.

"Thought youd be here…" Burt said as he descended the stairs of their basement. He approached his son, who was lying down on the floor, with the drawers of the broken dresser open. This was not a new scene for Burt, he saw Kurt do this whenever he was deeply troubled.

"I miss mom…" he replied with his eyes closed and then he inhaled deeply the remaining scent of his mothers perfume. "I miss her so much…"

"I know kiddo… I know." He sat beside his son; back against the dresser.

"Dad…" Kurt started without moving from his position. "Do you think it would be different if mom was still alive?"

"It would be different. For starters, there will be no Carole and Finn…"

"I dont want that,” he said quickly. "I mean, do you think I would be different if I grew up with a mom… If my family was complete with both parents taking care of me?"

"Well, you matured faster than the other teenagers. You should have been enjoying your rebellious phase, but instead you took care of me. You should have been grounded for breaking rules but you always came home early to prepare dinner and clean the house. You should have had a boyfriend but you found a girlfriend for me instead. You should have enjoyed your childhood, but I took that away from you,” he said regretfully.

"No Dad, no,” he sat upright and took his fathers hands. "I dont regret taking care of you. I love you, Dad. Its just that, I dont have a mom because shes not here anymore and I cant change that, but with Blaine… I have a choice to let my child experience a family."

"Kurt, blood never defines family. Its the painful and glorious moments that you spend with them that count,” he said earnestly to his son. "Finn is not related to you but you treat each other as real brothers."

Kurt smiled at him. "So you dont want me to get married to Blaine?" he asked his father; moving his body so he could sit beside him.

"Im saying neither. I want you to know that Ill support you with whatever decision youll make."

Kurt groaned. "But thats what Im having trouble deciding, dad. I dont know if marrying Blaine would be better for our child." Kurt complained.

Burt made an affirmative sound. "If it werent for the child, do you think you and Blaine would have been a couple?" he asked. "I mean something happened between you two, so maybe you have feelings for each other?"

Instead of silence, Burt received a nervous laugh from Kurt. "About that…" Kurt trailed off and when his father glared at him, he had no choice but to tell him his and Blaines story.

Burt couldnt believe what his son is telling him, he would have yelled at Kurt but when he looked at him, he saw how Kurt was enjoying telling the story. He sighed, he knew that kind of smile, the smile whenever he talked about Chandler before.

Note to self, kill Chandler he thought to himself, when he learned how Chandler treated his son.

He waited until Kurt finished his story and asked him again. "So… can you see yourself being with Blaine?"

For a moment, Burt thought his son had fallen asleep when he didnt get an answer, but when he felt his sons head against his shoulders, he waited.

"I can see myself falling for him…" he replied with a wide grin pasted on his face.

Fallen Burt mentally corrected his son.

"How will you tell Sebastian?" Cooper asked. He was lying again on his brothers bed; trying to help his brother to calm down. Well, trying is the keyword. Theyd been circling the same problem for hours.

"I dont know,” Blaine grumbled. He was lying down on the couch, placed on the feet of his bed, and eyes covered with his left arm.

"Will you even tell him?" Cooper nonchalantly asked. He really never liked Sebastian, so he was Team Kurt in this situation. "Why do you even stay with him after the way he treated you?"

Guilt Blaine thought first but his mouth said. "Love."

Cooper snickered in his reply. "Uh huh… whatever you say, Blainey."

"Stop calling me Blainey!" he protested. He took the pillow under his head and threw it at his brothers face.

Cooper sighed; he had enough of Blaines indecisiveness. He took out a photo from his wallet, walked around the room and shoved it to Blaines face. "Do you want this or not?" he demanded.

Blaine pushed the photo away from his face so he could look at it properly. He gasped when the photo turned out to be his babys sonogram.

"Where did you get that?" he took the photo from his brother and looked at it carefully. He traced the outline of the baby with his finger. "So little… tiny…" he whispered to himself.

"Do you want that child or not?" Cooper questioned him again, though with the smile that his brother was showing, he knew what his brothers answer was.

"I want… I so want…" he replied without looking at him.

His mothers voice broke his trance from admiring his babys picture. "Yes!" Her mother shouted and clapped loudly. "I knew you would say yes." Emilia said with her smug voice, she approached her sons and give them each a suit hanger. "Open it,” she encouraged.

The boys were not surprised when Blaines suit was white. "This for the wedding?" he asked his mother, having fully given to her wish of him marrying Kurt. "So when did you booked it? Next month?" He mentally scanned his schedule for December. "I think Im available on the third week of December… but Ill check with Sam first." He was just approaching his phone to call his secretary but was blocked by his mother.

"Of course not, silly,” she smiled and patted Blaines cheek.

"Really?" He was surprised that his mother did not plan the wedding for next month, he was sure that she would have taken advantage the Christmas vacation for him to get married. He was grateful to her for giving him more time to tell Sebastian his situation, because one month is not enough to build up the courage to confess to him.

"Of course... Why would I wait for next month?" Suddenly he wasnt so grateful to her. "Its tonight." She grinned widely and began to walk out from the room. "The people who will help you for the preparation will come in an hour."

"How... how did you do that?" Blaine asked his mother; words whirling in his mind.

"I am an Anderson,” she replied smugly, she turned around and saw her sons bewildered face. Youll thank me eventually, Blaine. After all, mother knows best.  And with that thought, she went downstairs and continued preparing for the wedding.

The wedding took place at the Andersons estate. Even though the wedding was only prepared for less than 24 hours, Emilia had managed to make it look like it was prepared for years. She invited all the important family and friends of the Hummels and Andersons, who were still staying in Ohio or who could be at Westerville in twenty four hours.

The wedding was extravagant. The garden was covered with golden white lights; pink petals were scattered on the red carpet where Kurt strode, also wearing a white suit with hints of blue outline that matched his eyes.

The tense atmosphere between the grooms was broken when Fiyero—obviously, Rachel and Finns son—tripped, having inherited his fathers clumsiness, and almost dropped the rings.

Kurt gasped when he saw that the ring that Blaine was putting on his finger was the same ring he had given him before. He smiled at him and took the other ring, which belonged to his maternal grandfather and placed it on Blaines ring finger.

The kiss was quick and chaste, and if either Blaine or Kurt felt something with the kiss, they didnt say anything.

When Hummel-Anderson was uttered from the minister, fireworks were lit up across the sky. The newlyweds would have stayed for the reception, but they were too exhausted to meet and greet each others family, and they had both decided that they should not stay together for the night to let their minds catch up with what they had been through.

Blaine was just packing his clothes to prepare for his trip back to New York when his door was suddenly slammed open to the wall.

"What the hell Sam!" he exclaimed when he saw his best friend slash secretary glaring at him from the door.

"What the hell? Is that how you will greet your best friend?" he accused Blaine and strode inside the room.

"What do you want me to tell you? Hello? Good evening?" He said sarcastically and continued packing; he knew why Sam was angry at him.

"You didnt invite me in your wedding douchebag!" He poked Blaines shoulders.

Blaine sighed, he stopped what he was doing and sat on his bed. "It was sudden, okay?" he groaned and rubbed his face rapidly. "Im still… I… I dont even know what I should feel right now…" Blaine felt so lost and so out of control. "So please Sam, dont add to my worries. This isnt about you."

Sam looked at his best friend and sat beside him. "Okay, look Im sorry. Im just angry that you havent told me your problems. I would have flown over immediately to help you."

"I know. But it wouldnt help anything, would it?" Blaine was getting increasingly annoyed at his best friend.

"I wouldnt help you solve your problems, but I would have advised you not to make a new one,” he said angrily. "And this, this marriage is a huge mistake." He stood up from the bed and grabbed Blaines shoulder, forcing him to stand up.

"You shouldnt have married him Blaine! He is in the danger 5 zone, Blaine,” he said frantically.

Blaine moved away from him and looked at him in confusion. "Okay, you have to speak in English and not imitate movie references. I cant understand you."

"Leeches" When Sam was met with confused eyes, he sighed and began explaining. "He is in the category of leeches; the most dangerous one.” he began dramatically.

Blaine, who was used to his best friends antics, listens intently to the explanation.

"They are the ones who stay dormant. You would never know when or how they would attack their prey." He paused for theatrically. "Kurt will crawl in you unnoticed, and youll let him because he will innocently project as the victim. He will brain wash you until you are wrapped around his little finger and youll let him control you."

Blaine wanted to defend Kurt, but he didnt really know Kurt that well to trust him more than his best friend, who he had known ever since High school. He was starting to believe what Sam had said.

"Shit!" Blaine shouted amidst Sams explanation. "Youre right!"

"I am?" he questioned, but immediately covered it with smugness. "I mean, of course I am." He laughed proudly.

"But its too late now. Were married." He helplessly continued his packing, scared of Kurts capabilities of turning him into a puppet.

"Blaine, Blaine, Blaine…" he bent to his side and picked up his suitcase. He took a brown manila envelope from it and thrust it at Blaine. "My dear friend, I really thought you were the smart one in this friendship."

Blaine opened the envelope and gaped at the contents. "Are you fucking serious?" It never occurred to him to ever do that.

Sam nodded and grinned widely. "Every marriage has this flaw."

"Its your only escape, Blaine." Sam added when he saw Blaine starting to argue with him.

Kurt was back in New York, but instead of his cheap apartment in Bushwick, he found himself in the Upper East Side; staring at the expensive tall building that he would soon reside in.

He gulped and entered the building. Blaines apartment was on the top floor, so it gave him time to relax his nerve. They havent seen or talked to each other ever since their wedding because Kurt stayed in Lima to celebrate Thanksgiving with his own family, just as he planned before he was wed to Blaine.

He reached the top and found Blaines door. He rang the doorbell and was immediately greeted by Blaine. He shyly smiled at him, but he went inside embarrassed when Blaine just turned his back on him. Blaines apartment was something he expected, the furniture and appliances were obviously high class, it was a modern-classic business style of a home. He felt so out of place, knowing that his clothes were only from cheap department stores. He uncomfortably tugged at his plain white shirt and followed Blaine to the living room.

"Sit," Blaine ordered Kurt.

Kurt, surprised at Blaines controlling voice, followed his order and sat directly across from him, with the coffee table separating them.

Blaine put his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on his intertwined hands. He grinned wickedly and began. "I will not break up with Sebastian,” he stated firmly.

"Youre still with him?" Kurt asked stunned, not knowing where this talk would lead to. "But were married…" he protested softly, his heart starting to ache.

"Not for long…" Blaine pushed the envelope that was placed on the coffee table to Kurt. "Open it.”

Kurt has no choice but to follow. He was struggling to keep his tears at bay when he saw that Blaine had given him divorce papers. "I… I…" He looked at Blaine pleadingly to tell him that it was all a joke.

"Okay, let me clear this first." Blaine said, irritated how Kurt was starting to make him feel guilty. "Youre here to bear my child. Thats your only purpose, and when the child is born I want you out of my life and my family."

"But its mine… my child…" he opposed quietly.

Blaine snickered. "Do you think that you would be a great father? Do you think you could give my child the things he needed and wanted?" giving emphasis to the words my child.

"I… I cant… but I can lo—" he was interrupted when Blaine mockingly laughed at him.

"You can what? Love him? Support him? Do you think thats enough when you cant even find someone who loves you back?" Blaine needed to be ruthless; Sam had reminded him earlier when they were practicing. He intentionally implied Kurts insecurities about his previous relation with Chandler.

"I… please… stop… please…" Kurt didnt know what he is pleading for. Was it for Blaine to stop pushing him to sign the papers or for him to stop telling truths? He gripped the papers in his hands and let the tears flow.

"Do you want the baby to grow up like you? Insecure and boring?" He sighed and leaned his back against the sofa. "Save him from being you,” he continued, belittling Kurt even though his stomach churned when he saw him trembling.

"Dont worry, youll still received a $1,000,000 pay as separation fee,” he mockingly said.

Kurt, with his trembling hands took the pen from the table and signed the divorce papers. His mind was still reeling from what Blaine had said. Save him from being you.

He didnt want his baby to be like him; so insignificant and unwanted. He wanted a better life for his child, and he knew that Blaine and his family would give his baby a better future, even if the cost was never seeing his kid again. He brushed the tears from his face, pushed the papers towards Blaine and stood up.

"Guest room is over there." Blaine pointed at the door on his left side. He watched Kurt gathers his belongings and walks towards the guest room. He grabbed the papers and checked it if Kurt had really signed it.

He didnt know why he had mixed feelings of relief and grief when he saw Kurts signature on the paper. He was about to stand up and go back to his own room when something caught his eye on one of the conditions in the divorce contract.

The separation pay for one million was entirely crossed out. He grumbled and tossed the paper on the table. "You better be right, Sam. You better be right,” he said to no one.

Reference to Blaines nationality as part Filipino and I commend the Filipinos for their family morals. Let us also help the Philippines from the Typhoon that had brought destruction in their country.

The broken dresser moment was from a Furt moment in Season 1.

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