I regret putting Kurts age in chapter one. I shouldve made him looked younger. I dont want them to look old.

Pardon me for my story format, I imagine and write the scenes just how I pictured it if i was watching it. I like dialogues and interactions, not monotonic thoughts of the characters.

The buzz of the passengers rushed through him, the laughter and cries from them could be heard as they are reunited with their loved ones to celebrate their own Thanksgiving.

"Plane just landed," Blaine said as he answered his phone. He walked towards the exit of the airport; duffle bag strapped on his left shoulder, and stopped at the gate to wait for his driver. "Coop, Ill be there in a few minu-"

Someone bumped heavily to him, causing him to drop his phone which dissembled to pieces on impact. "Hey!" he turned and shouted to the mans running back, which was oddly familiar to him; he dismissed the idea when he accidentally stepped on the phones battery. "Saying sorry wouldnt hurt... And I thought only people in New York were rude," he grumbled as he knelt down, picking the pieces of his device.

A tall, hulking man bent down and helped him pick up the parts. "Sorry... my brother wasnt feeling really well..." he said and mimicked vomiting. "I think its from flying," he handed Blaine the parts he picked up.

"Hmmm..." he nodded in understanding. "First flight?" he asked, out of politeness.

"No actually... he likes traveling, it was his first time to feel sick after a trip," the tall guy said, confused.

From a not so distant place, someone shouted. "Finn!"

"Oh... crap! Thats my dad. Need to go, man. Im sorry about that again," he said apologetically. "Call me, if its broken. Well pay for the damages," he said as he pulled out his calling card from his wallet.

"No big deal. Its still working," he waved the phone as it lights up. "See?" he justified stopping the giant from giving him his card.

"Yeah... Ive got to go!" The stranger then rushed towards the other side of the airport.

Blaine dialed his phone again to call his brother. "Hey... sorry about that. I dropped my phone," he assured his brother, knowing full well about his brothers worrisome and protective traits; a personality he inherited from their mother. "Anyway, I can see the car from here, and Ill be there in a few," he hung the phone; went inside the black SUV, waited for his driver to put his baggage in the trunk and start the car to go back to his house in Westerville.

Burt found himself again knocking on the bathroom door.

"Kurt?" He knocked. "Kurt? Open the door. Are you alright?" he asked, worried about his sons health.

The door opened and Kurt emerged from the bathroom, still wearing his pajamas, the hand towel that he had used for wiping the water remnants on his mouth draped over his shoulders.

"Yeah... Im okay... just got dizzy..." he stepped out of the bathroom and headed straight to the kitchen downstairs, letting his dad guide him through.

"Good morning, honey," Carole, his step-mother, greeted him. "Heres your coffee." She handed him a coffee cup on which a colorful best brother in the world was printed.

Kurt looked at the cup disgustingly. He held the cup to his nose and sniffed it. He blenched from the odor and hurriedly ran to the sink to vomit the bits and bobs in his stomach.

"Are you okay?" Carole approached him and soothingly patted his back. "Come on, go up to your room and rest. Ill make you a tea to make you feel better," she helped Kurt to his room to lay him down under his blankets. "Sleep," she ordered and left the room after he heard Kurt make a faint snore.

Kurt woke up in the silence of the house. He went downstairs to look for his parents, but all he saw was a note Hospital Emergency; tea in the microwave; drink it. He snickered at Caroles phrasing, she was obviously in a hurry to go to work.

He finished drinking the tea, but he was still hungry and craving something else. He rummaged the kitchens pantry and refrigerator, but he couldnt find the ingredients he was looking for.

He then took a pen above the freezer and wrote Went to mall - Kurt under the note Carole had written.

He looked over the kitchen windows. The weather was breezy. he assumed and went to his room to change his clothes. He saw his reflection in the full length mirror which was placed in the corner of his room, and carefully examined the bulge in his belly.

"I need to cut off eating too much," he thought aloud. ".... after Thanksgiving..." He said as an afterthought, unwilling to not satisfy his hunger.

He grabbed the keys to his old Navigator, thankful that his dad kept it working, and proceeded downstairs. He double checked the locks and walked towards his car.

The mall was packed with last-minute shoppers, but fortunately the items he was looking for was still abundantly stocked.

He filled the basket with the items he was craving and quickly went to the cashier to check out.

Once he received the receipt for his grocery, he headed to the exit doors. He balanced the paper bag with one arm and used the other to pat his pockets for his car keys, and continued walking towards the parking lot.

"Oomph..." he jolted when he walked onto someone. "Im sorry. I didnt see you..." he looked up after he rearranged the bag where it almost fell.

He gasped as he stared at the familiar figure in front of him. "Blaine?" he asked surprisingly.

"Kurt..." Blaine nodded sheepishly. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh... I needed something..." he gestured to the paper bag he was holding.

"I mean in Ohio," Blaine amended.

"Oh..." Kurt was embarrassed for his previous answer. "Uhmm...Thanksgiving with my family. How about you?"

Blaine laughed. "Westerville is my hometown... Funny how we never mentioned where we grew up."

A very uncomfortable silence lingered until a breeze passed between them and they both shivered from the cold.

"Do you want to... to go somewhere else... somewhere warm?" Blaine cringed at what he hadnt meant to imply. "Coffee shop-I mean. Theres a small shop over there," he pointed back to the mall.

"Yeah... sure... Arent you going to buy something?" he noticed Blaines empty hands.

"Uh... no... I met my friends earlier. I was about to leave, but then you bumped to me," he explained while walking beside him.

Kurt made a forced laugh, he knows he is not the only one who is uncomfortable with the situation. How awkward it is to greet your one night stand, three months after that night? he thought to himself.

They entered the almost empty coffee shop where only a few customers were staying, obviously, husbands or fathers who are waiting for their wives to finish shopping.

Blaine strode towards the counter and ordered an extra hot soy latte and biscotti. He waved a hand for Kurt to order, but Kurt shook his head.

"No thank you. For some reason, coffee makes me nauseous," he glanced at the contents of the bag he was still holding and smiled to Blaine. "Im good. Ill just eat this."

Blaine paid for the coffee and walked to an empty table, they sat as he waited for his coffee to finish.

"Howve you been?" Blaine asked to diffuse the awkward silence.

"Good... better I think..." he answered vaguely and placed the paper bag in his lap, took the jar of pickles, Nutella, and strawberry-flavored Yoplait from it, and placed it on the table."....except for the dazed feelings that I have for weeks now," he added to redirect the conversation about his relationship with Chandler. He opened all the containers, took one pickle with his thumb and pointer finger and dipped it into the yogurt.

"Are you alright?" Blaine asked and watched how Kurt took pleasure in eating the dipped pickles.

"I think so..." he said after swallowing. He then dipped the pickle in the Nutella, bit it and almost groaned at its taste. He noticed Blaine staring at him and he felt embarrassed for his actions. "Oh... Im so rude. You want some?" he pushed the jars towards him and gestured for Blaine to eat.

"No thank you..." he squinted at how Kurt dipped the pickle in the yogurt and then in the chocolate dip, mixing the flavors. "You have a strange taste..."

Kurt chuckled at Blaines assessment. "Yeah... I just developed these strange cravings for pickled-flavor food," he laughed again. "Lets stop talking about my food choices. How about you? Are you- you know?" Kurt inquired about Blaines supposed blissful relationship; he glanced towards his right hand where he wore the engagement ring before he gave it back to Blaine the night they had parted.

Blaine was about to answer him, but the barista called his name to claim his order. "Hold that thought," he stood up after Kurt nodded.

He went back to his previous seat to continue their conversation. "Uhmm..." he shifted uncomfortably, he open the lid of the paper coffee cup, poured cinnamon on it, and used the biscotti as a stirrer. He nibbled on to the biscotti as he put the lid back on.

"Looks like I wasnt the only one with the strange taste." Kurt commented through gritted teeth, a hand on his mouth, as he tried to push the bile down his throat.

"Are you okay?" he asked anxiously as he saw Kurts teary eyes. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"Yeah... yeah, please... " Blaine helped Kurt stand up from his position, guiding him from behind, both hands on either of Kurts elbows, as they exit the coffee shop, leaving their orders on the table.

He let Kurt sit on the bench outside the coffee shop and waited for a few minutes until Kurt was able to stand up and compose himself. They silently went to the parking lot where both of their cars were parked.

"Are you sure youre okay? I can give you a ride to the hospital if you want to?" Blaine cant help but inquire about the pale mans health.

"Im okay now. Sorry about that. Coffee doesnt really go with my stomach." Kurt gave an exhausted smile as he untangled himself from Blaine. "See you," he hurriedly said, embarrassed about the drama he caused earlier. He then strode away in the other direction.

Blaine watched Kurt walk away from him, and at the corner of his eye, he saw a car rushing toward Kurt. He shouted his name and quickly ran to Kurt when Kurt didnt notice the red vehicle coming right at him. He gripped Kurts elbows and pulled him away from the edge of the lane then fiercely hugged him, gripping him like he was his life line.

And because this is Ohio, and they were obviously gay, they were greeted with gay insults rather than apologies from the speeding car.

Blaine didnt bother to shout back at the homophobe, because he was much more concerned with the rigid pale man in his arms. "Kurt... Kurt..." he said after parting their bodies and lightly shook Kurts shoulders to get his attention. "Kurt, look at me," he ordered and leveled his eyes with Kurt.

Blaine was shortly relieved when Kurt moved his eyes and stared at him, but was gone immediately when those same eyes rolled upwardly and Kurt went limp as he fainted in Blaines arms.

"Shit!" he cursed. He carried Kurt with his left arm supporting the back of Kurts knees and right arm for Kurts neck. He was momentarily surprised by the boys heavy weight, but quickly jogged towards his car and lay Kurt in the back seat of his Audi. He strapped his seat belt on and rushed to Westerville Hospital; breaking almost all traffic rules along the way.

Kurt squinted his eyes to the blinding lights that peeked through him. "Hey, how are you feeling?" someone had asked him as he felt his bed dip.

"Where am I?" he asked and managed to look at the hazel eyes that were staring back at him. Blaine his mind supplied and remembered their awkward reunion earlier. "What happened? Why am in the hospital and why are you here?" he questioned Blaine, his last memory was when they are still in the coffee shop.

Blaine helped a struggling Kurt sit up in the bed. "I drove you to the hospital after you passed out." He placed a pillow behind Kurts back to let him be more comfortable. "You were almost hit by a car and I..." he trailed off, not sure why he didnt want to boast his heroic act to Kurt, when he was always bragging his accomplishment to other people.

"... You saved me... again," Kurt answered for him. "Thank you." He blushed and peeked a glance at Blaine.

Blaine didnt answer him, he just stared at the walls behind Kurt and rubbed the back of his neck; looking sheepish.

"My dad!" Kurt remembered his family and worried about stressing them over a near death accident. He was about to scramble from his bed to look for a phone booth, but stopped when he remembered that he forgot his phone at home. It meant no one had contacted his family because Blaine, other than his name, knew nothing about him; furthermore, they could not contact his family when they couldnt look for his emergency contact which was registered in his phone book.

His relaxed himself and listened again to Blaines explanation.

"-no phone on you so I was waiting for you to wake up to call them..." Kurt nodded and let Blaine continue. "Do you want to call them now?" he asked and was about to help Kurt by giving him his own phone.

"No, its okay. Im fine now," he said, not wanting his family to know about the incident.

Blaine wanted to argue with him, but decided not to because he shouldnt care about Kurts well-being. He nodded; unsure what move he should make, but then remembered the nurses instructions.

"Oh yeah... The nurse told me you should stay in here to wait for the specialist."

"Specialist?" He was nervous why they needed a specialized doctor when he only fainted.

"Yeah.. They took blood from you earlier and said that you should stay here," he saw the nervous look on Kurts face. "Kurt, are you sure youre okay? Are you in any pain?" he asked, letting himself care a bit more than he intended to.

"Do I have a brain tumor? Was it cancerous? Was that why I always feel dizzy? Am I dying?" he asked frantically.

A voice which was familiar to Kurt interrupted his panic. "No Kurt, youre not dying," Quinn, his friend from high school, said as a way of greeting.

"Quinn? What are you doing here?" He asked to the blonde, as he watched her look at the clipboard hung at the end of Kurts bed.

"Im your doctor,"she answered and moved closer to Kurt and extended her hand to the other man sitting on Kurts bed. "Quinn Fabray." she introduced herself and gave Blaine a tight smile when they shook hands.

Kurt was confused, he knew Quinn was a doctor, but she was an obstetrician, they specialized in pregnancy and not brain damage, or whatever illness he had.

"Kurt, I need to speak with you in private," she said earnestly, giving Kurt a look that says the man beside him should go.

Kurt knew exactly what Quinn is trying to tell him, so he twisted his body and talked to his savior. "Blaine, thank you again for being my knight," he blushed and briefly remembered the first time Blaine ever saved him. "Im alright now. She is my friend. You can go home now and sorry for disturbing your day."

Blaine gave Kurt a tight smile and stood up, willing to give them the privacy they needed. "Take care," he said finally and proceeded to walk out from the hospital ward. He was halfway to the elevator when he remembered that he put his phone on the bed stand after texting Cooper about his friends situation. He went back to the ward and was about to pull the curtains that separate Kurts bed from the other beds, but Quinns words halted him from doing so.

"...Youre pregnant. 91 days now." He can see Quinns silhouette moving closer to Kurt.

He immediately backtracked the night they had first met, but his mind was just too occupied to calculate the number of days from their first meeting up to this day. It hasnt been 3 months since we met, right? he question himself.

Blaine staggered in his footing as he tried to deny himself that Kurt wasnt one of the male carriers; that the nausea, weird tastes and headaches that he saw Kurt experienced earlier was due to some new unexplainable disease that are similar to the symptoms of pregnancy.

He denied it and started to panic, but from the whirlwind of his mind, he straightened up when he heard the question he had been dreading to ask himself.

"The guy earlier.... Is he the father?" Quinn asked hesitantly. She tightened the grip on Kurts when the shivering boy in her arms started to wail.

"He is," he answered and cried again in Quinns arms.

Is he the father? He is

Is he the father? He is

Is he the father? He is

Is he the father? He is

Is he the father? He is

Is he the father? He is

These words occupied his mind as he unconsciously drove himself home. Still bewildered about his new discovery, he let himself inside and went straight up to his room in the left wing, ignoring the worried look that his brother had shot him. He groaned and plopped himself on the covers of his king size bed, and stared at the ceiling.

"Hey."

Blaine heard Coopers voice but didnt respond.

Blaine felt Coopers body as he sat on his bed but remained silent. His reactions remained stoic to his surroundings.

"Is your friend alright? He isnt heavily injured, is he?" he asked Blaine and made himself comfortable; head resting on the headboard as he looked at Blaines frozen state. "Is... Ku... Kirk still alive?" he asked tentatively, also dreaded for the answer himself.

"Hes not dead." Cooper let a sigh of relief, grateful that no one was dead. "...but he isnt alright..." he added. "Im not alright... Coop, everything.... Everything is..." He sat up and faced Cooper, kneeling beside him. "Kurt is pregnant," he said to Cooper but only met with a confused stare.

"Wasnt he a guy?" Cooper asked Blaine confusingly, but then remembered the news about rare male carriers decades ago. Hypothesis were they have a twin sister that didnt evolve properly in the mothers womb; thus, merging the functions of their organs with their twin brother.

"Congrats for him-" he didnt finished his sentence when the realization hit him why Blaine was sulking over Kurts pregnancy.

"Are you?.." he trailed off again.

Blaine nodded at Coopers vague question and dropped himself on the bed again.

Cooper knew he should comfort his brother but he felt a tinge of envy when he could not bear a child with his wife. He shook his head and for once, he wielded away his selfish thoughts and lay down beside him.

"What are you two going to do about it?" he asked as he mimicked Blaines position and stared at the ceiling.

"I dont know. We havent talked about it. He didnt even knew that I know about the pregnancy," he groaned and stood up facing Cooper. "Things are smooth now with me and Seb, Cooper. We are trying to work our relationship even if we live hundred miles away." He paced around the room. "I dont want to fuck up things with Bas again, Cooper. What am I going to do?" he desperately asked.

"Tell him the truth," his older brother answered but received death glares from the curly-haired man. "Maybe" he added quietly.

"Tell him? Tell him what exactly? That I fucked someone during our supposed trip in LA? That I was drunk, and thought I was fucking him? That Kurt was a carrier and pregnant with my child?" he shouted every single question to his innocent brother. "How am I going tell him that I am a father now?" His voice increased as he utter every word.

He turned around abruptly when he heard a smash outside his room. He saw his mother looking at him with wide eyes; broken vase at her foot and mouth wide open.

"Oh god... mom... I can explain-" he started but was cut off when his mother slowly walked towards him and fiercely hugged him. He dwelt in her mothers embrace; clearly needing all the support he could get.

He was taken back when he saw her awe stricken, when he expected anger or pity or sympathy from her.

"Mom?" he looked at Cooper for an answer but he just shrugged.

His mom, a dark but beautiful woman, dressed simply in her designer clothes, patted him on the cheek and took his hand and led him out of the door.

"Mom, where are we going?" he was confused why his mom led him, with Cooper behind, towards the garage.

"To meet Kurt," she said in a-matter-of-fact voice.

"This is going to be huge," Cooper exclaimed excitedly as he sat in the back of their family car.

Blaine groaned; he knew his mom was the driving force in their family, no one refused her. So he let them drive to the hospital and think of positive thoughts about his impending reunion with Kurt.

"Kurt, kiddo. Its okay... its okay..." Burt rubbed his sons head against his chest and let his son cry as he and his wife said encouraging words to him even if they didnt know his condition yet.

Kurt having his breakdown in the hospital ward didnt ease his mind at all. Burt stared at Quinn. Although he was thankful to her for informing them of Kurts whereabouts, he gave her a questioning look, but Quinn only shook her head and pointed at Kurt. He was starting to panic at this point, imagining all manner of sickness or disease that his son might have been exposed to.

After a few more minutes, Kurts cry had already subsided and his father asked him what was wrong.

Kurt stared at the five pairs of eyes waiting for him to answer. He gulped loudly and pulled the hem of his shirt up to show the growing bulge of his belly.

Kurt looked at all of them again and noticed how his father and Finn only looked at it with confusion, but there were knowing-looks from his step mom and sister-in-law.

He raised his eyebrow towards them, waiting for an explanation.

"Im a nurse. Im supposed to know this." Carole smiled. "... and I secretly took a sample from you to get tested in the Lima Hospital. I was going to talk with you later this evening but is too late now, huh?"

He smiled at her and was about to asked her what kind of sample she took from him.

"You dont want to know..." Carole answered before he could ask him. "I presumed Quinn gave you all the details about male pregnancy?" She saw Kurt and Quinn nodding and mumbled an affirming sound. She smiled to her son and received a tight hug from him.

"Thanks, Mom," he whispered in her ear, then glanced at Rachel, who was leaning against Finns embrace, their hands intertwined; rested on Rachels big belly.

"Motherly instinct," she said vaguely. "You have this certain glow around you that only other pregnant mothers, or in your case father, can be distinguished," She walked away from her husband and proceeded to give Kurt the tightest hug that she and her belly wall was willing to give.

Kurt wiped the tears from his cheeks and mouthed a thank you to Rachel. Then the air had completely changed when Burt spoke.

"Youre pregnant?" his father asked harshly. "Im going to kill him. Im going to kill that Chandler!" his father repeated his threats.

"Dad, relax. Youre scaring Kurt..." Finn carefully said to calm his step dad.

Burt regretted his outburst earlier when he looked at his frightened son. He held Kurt again and whispered apologies to him. "Im sorry, bud. Im just surprised."

"Its not Chandler, dad," Kurt confessed and from the confused looks from his family he whispered. "Chandler is not the baby daddy."

Finn was about to ask his brother who knocked him up when the curtain behind him was abruptly pulled down and three figures emerge from behind it.

There were two guys behind a small but fierce lady. The lady walked up to where Kurt was leaning on his father and she extended her hand. "Kurt Hummel?"

Kurt peeked behind her and saw Blaine cowering behind a taller guy with similar features to him, but Blaine didnt look at him straight and glanced back at the woman in front of him.

He nodded and shook his hands. "Uhm... who are you?"

"Amelia Anderson," she smiled widely at him, but it sent shivers to Kurt. "Your mother-in-law."

A series of gasps, threats and curses were thrown, but Amelia disregarded it and stretched her arms widely.

"Welcome to the Andersons, Kurt." She then proceeded to give Kurt a warm and lengthy hug; making the two boys involved in the affair, left with mouth and eyes wide open; both were surprised about the drastic turn of events.

Title Reference:

-Pickles - Kurts addiction and symptoms in pregnancy

Story Outline:

-Kurts signs of pregnancy

-Blaines visits family in Westerville

-Blaine accidentally bumped Kurt

-Finding out about the pregnancy

Scenes Included:

-Dipping biscotti to coffee

-Quinn as Kurts doctor

Chapter Reference:

-Blaine order was medium drip, but it was so overrated. so I used his other coffee order in episode 1 of season 4. and it was because I needed the coffee to have a strong odor.

-The biscotti stirring habit was a canon from the Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes and Rachels coffee date at the Lima Bean when they were talking about the football problem in the Sue Sylvester Shuffle Episode.

-Yogurt Yoplait was just to satisfy my addiction from nellie12s story "RIDE".

-91 days because 19 is my favorite number, unfortunately you cannot experience pregnancy symptoms or the bulge in 19 days so I had it reversed.

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