Betas by: Lory Cleverboots

Im sorry for the late update; I was stuck to a house without internet (IMAGINE THAT!)

Thank you for all the reviews that you posted, it helps a lot to make the story clearer for the other readers... and thank you because you gave me an idea..

Sad scenes = more reviews (watch out for the next chapters.)

BTW, WOOT HOOT! To the unaired episode of Glee, Chris Colfer is so hot!

He shut the door behind him, leaned against it and slid down the floor. He couldnt breathe, everything had happened so fast. He just found out that he was pregnant, was forced into marriage, and just now signed his divorce papers.

Kurt could barely stand. He was trying hard to stop himself from crying, to stop the pain in his chest, the pain of losing his unborn child, and the pain of trusting himself to someone not worthy of that trust. He was drowning in his own sorrow. He wanted to be selfish and runaway, to get out from there and keep his child for himself.

He was about to get up and beg Blaine. His hands were already on the doorknob when he stopped himself.

Beg for what? his mind supplied. He was kneeling, forehead against the doorknob, gripped tightly by his hands. "My baby," he whispered to himself. "I cant lose my baby... I just cant...please..." he cried loudly. He wanted to beg Blaine to throw the paper away and let him keep his child, but voices of his past fogged his thoughts.

Save him from being you

Your presence on earth is a waste

No one will give a fuck.

Just die

Youre dull, ugly, and stupid

Its your fault and your faggy outfits

You are fucking boring as hell

You are just a tool for me

Stay away from me

Save him from being you

He put his right hand on his belly and caressed it. "You wont Pickles..." he sobbed the nickname he had given to the unborn child. "I love you too much for you to be like me..." he stood up; still caressing his stomach and went for the bed, so he could lie on a fetal position. "You wont... I promise you that... even if its the last thing I could do for you," he wailed at the thought of losing his child. "You wont be like me... youll grow up with a nice family who will make you a better person."

But he couldnt completely lose ties with his child, he couldnt he wouldnt. He needed Blaine to accept him, so that he can see his child even just for the birthdays and Christmases. He needed to change for Pickles... for Blaine. He needed to prove to Blaine that he could be a father. He had to change for Blaine, he had done it before-changing himself for the sake of other people- and he could do it again.

Before Kurt had been completely taken over by sleep, he remembered how he had changed during high school. He had thrown all his designer clothes away and stuck to plain shirts and jeans. His friends in Glee Club had questioned him but he just averted their questions. He didnt fight for more solos or make loud suggestions for their performances. He stayed quiet, stayed out of the spotlight, wishing that Karofsky wouldnt notice him again and blamed him that his gayness had affected him. It worked, he never encountered Karofsky again after the incident in the locker room, and he became closer with the boys in Glee, once they were more comfortable with Kurt being more of a guy.

Kurt settled on that perception for years, he had to adjust so that people would accept him and love him. And when Chandler entered the picture, he changed again.

He became different when he became Chandlers boyfriend. He didnt notice, not until Blaine happened. He became more of Chandlers personal assistant than his boyfriend. He would do his work, run errands and cover his shift for him. He even went to his apartment expecting a dinner date, but he was only there to keep it clean. He thought he was happy because Chandler was the first guy, aside from Dave, who had shown him romanticism-winking made Kurts heart flutter-and because he had no friends to warn him and talk about his relationship with, he was blinded by his love for Chandler.

And now with Blaine, he needed to change again so that he would at least grant Kurts wish to see Pickles twice a year.

I need to be better." It was his last thought before he fell asleep.

"Remind me again why I listened to you?" Blaine said through the phone. He was at the kitchen counter, playing the rim of the coffee cup with his finger. "Do tell me why this plan is the best for me."

Sam, on the other end of the phone, yawned, clearly being interrupted in his sleep. "Blaine, Im your best friend and secretary, it means I only wish the best for you... and the company."

"So this is about the business?" Blaine asked incredulously.

"NO!" Blaine heard a ruffling sound on the other phone. "This isnt about the company Blaine, this is about you. Do you still remember Jeremiah? Or Eli?" Blaine winced at the thought of his failed relationships.

"Of course I remember them. Those all ended up badly. I dont even know what happened to them after we broke up."

"Exactly." Sam pointed out. "Then who, pray tell, told you that they are not good for you? Advised you that they will end up badly? That you will only be broken?"

"All you," Blaine admitted shamefully.

"And have you listened once when I told you to stop?" he reprimanded Blaine.

"...No."

"Hmmm..." he sounded smugly. "Then trust me on this, Kurt is bad for you. This is even worse than when you were with Jeremiah or Eli."

"If they are bad for me, then how about Sebastian? Why is he better for me than Kurt when he was the one who broke me the worst?" he shouted back. He put the cup in the sink and went straight to his room, ignoring the wailing sound from the door across from him. He closed his door and tried to repress the guilt that crept around his mind.

"Because youre still not over him," Sam said as a matter of fact. "Blaine, you still havent told Sebastian that youre married. Youre still hoping that he will forgive you for your mistake and take you back." There were rustling of sheets as Sam continued. "You still have feelings for him, because if you dont, you would have ended your relationship for good when he went to Australia. I suggested the plan, but I never forced you to accept it. Im just not letting you enter a heartbreak that I know you couldnt recover from."

Blaine kept silent throughout Sams explanation because he knew Sam was correct, he still wanted to be with Sebastian, and he was foolish enough to enter into a commitment just to please his mothers plea.

"But why do I have to be cruel to him?" He asked Sam the question that bothered him the most.

"To save Kurt from falling for a person who can never love him back." With those words said, the phone call ended.

Blaine woke up to the smell of coffee simmering in his room. He was confused for a moment because he knew Sebastian drank tea and rarely stayed in Blaines apartment. They never moved in together because their work was too far from each others apartment. They mostly spent their time outside or in a hotel, but always went back separately to their own apartments-a rule Sebastian had insisted because he was always needed at work early.

He gave a last yawn as he stretched his arms above his head, and when he sat up, he gazed at the sonogram on his night stand; then he remembered his husband, Kurt. He walked to the kitchen and found Kurt, with his back to Blaine, preparing food for breakfast.

"I thought you couldnt stand the smell of coffee," Blaine said as he sat on the stool by the kitchen counter, interrupting Kurt with his work.

"Good morning..." Kurt greeted him as he took the cup beside him and filled it with coffee. "I cant... but Quinn gave me some medicine for morning sickness and nausea, so Im good with coffee for now." He smiled slightly as he pushed the cup towards Blaine. "Coffee?"

Blaine was confused, really confused. He expected a wailing Kurt in the morning begging him for his child or an angry Kurt who would lash out at him, but never this calm Kurt who offers him coffee. He hesitated to take the cup Kurt was offering but had done so and took a sip. He groaned immediately at the delicious taste that filled his mouth. Soy latte, best coffee I ever drank he thought but never voiced aloud. "You know my coffee? How did you even make this?" he asked instead, seeking evidence of trash on the corner, looking for coffee cups bought outside.

Kurt gave an affirming sound. "I was a barista before so I knew a few tricks to make coffee with just a regular coffee maker." He continued to put the pancakes on Blaines plate and gestured for him to eat it. "You dont mind, do you? I used some of your stuff to make this..." he asked sheepishly.

"No..." Blaine replied looking at Kurts eyes. What did I do to deserve this? This is the first time that someone had made him breakfast, except his mom-which didnt really count, and it did something to his heart. Is this how it feels to be really married?

His thoughts were interrupted when Kurt turned around, breaking their gaze and started to clean the mess he made earlier. "Im going out today to tender my resignation letter..." he didnt know why he needed to ask for permission but he supposed that good husbands had to do it.

They had discussed it before, Kurt resigning from his work so that he could focus on his pregnancy. No company would give him paternity leave for six months, so they decided that he should just quit. But now, with the divorce papers, he didnt know where he would go after quitting his job. Focus on Pickles, Do what Blaine wants, he chided himself.

He finished cleaning up the counter, but Blaine was still eating his breakfast. He decided to take a shower first, considering he had spent his whole night crying his eyes out. He walked to the hallway, going in the last door, where the en suite bathroom of the apartment was situated.

Blaine was left to enjoy his breakfast, he was about to eat the last piece of his pancake when he heard a shriek coming from the hallway. He instantly dropped the fork and ran towards the bathroom. Fortunately, it was unlocked and he opened it immediately, revealing Kurt slumped on the floor.

A very wet and naked Kurt; did he mention wet... and naked?

"Argghhh!" Kurt shouted again when he saw Blaine staring at him; he rapidly covered his crotch with his bare hands, forcefully closing his eyes and blushed darkly. "Im okay, Im sorry... Im sorry," he assured him, but didnt try to make any movement, waiting for him to leave the bathroom.

He shrieked again when he felt warm hands touching the underside of his knee. He snapped his eyes open and saw Blaine crouching beside him. "Wha... what are you doing?" he said trembling from embarrassment and from the cold water drying on his skin.

"What do you think Im doing?" Blaine questioned rhetorically, annoyed that he felt his cock twitch when he found Kurt lying naked on the floor. He breathed deeply and scooped him up from his position. "Why are you still covering when Ive seen all of that?" he regretted commenting, because the next thing he knew he was staring at Kurts long and pink penis, a little damp from his shower earlier. Kurts arms were now looped on his neck, his face buried in his chest. Blaine repositioned him in his arms and couldnt help but steal glances at the pale mans body, salivating at the memory of the last sexual encounter he had, which had also been his husband. Damn Anderson! Get your head out of the gutter!

He tried composing himself despite the fragrance that overwhelmed his senses, and carried Kurt to his room without thinking.

He gently laid Kurt in his bed, eliciting a painful groan from the taller man, so he frantically knelt beside him. "Are you in pain? Does something hurt? Is the baby okay?" he anxiously probed, all perverted thoughts forgotten as he innocently examined Kurts body for blood and twisted muscles. He caresses his husbands thigh, not noticing how it affected Kurt.

"Uhmm... Blaine..." Kurt stammered breathlessly. "Please... please stop..." Kurt pleaded as he felt himself getting hard as Blaine slowly inspect every nook of his body. Stop it Kurt! You are so disgusting. Blaine will hate you more for being turned on, his second voice reprimanded him. "Bla... Blaine..." he whispered again.

Blaine looked at Kurts face when he heard the desperate plea in his name. The flawless white skin has now turned to deep red. Is he sick? He shouldnt have been exposed to cold that long. was his immediate thought and quickly extended his arm to examine his temperature. In his rush, he accidentally brushed his hand across Kurts cock.

"Nghhh..." Kurt couldnt help but moan. They both froze when the sound came out from Kurts mouth, their eyes instantly found each others. They remain silent: Kurt from humiliation- hoping that Blaine would not be repulsed with his reaction- Blaine from surprise, his own cock had reacted to Kurts voice, and he didnt know how to control his urges. Im a healthy man, who also has needs, and that need is presenting him to me on a silver platter, I cant help but react to it, he chastises himself.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you view the situation, Blaines phone rang, breaking the tension between the couple. Blaine instantly hopped off the bed and walked to his desk to answer his phone. He tensed as he saw Sebastians name on the caller ID.

"Hi babe..." he answered nervously. He took a glance back at his bed and saw Kurt standing up, using Blaines blanket to cover his lower body. Kurt gave Blaine thumbs up, indicating that everything is fine and silently exited the room. Blaine didnt notice Kurts watery eyes or his forced smile, too distracted to calm himself before talking to his boyfriend. "...miss you too" he absently replied when Sebastian said that he missed him.

He put the phone to speaker and let Sebastian talk for a while, giving little comments at the appropriate time, as he changed from his wet clothes. He opened his walk-in closet and took a work-appropriate outfit, complementing it with a bowtie. This was the same general style he had worn ever since high school, and even though he rarely wore it because Sebastian thought it was stupid, he still kept it. He dressed himself in the outfit he had chosen and turned off the speaker. They talked for a while, the same routine of hows work I miss you I love you, before they said good bye and hung up.

Blaine gulped loudly as he turned the door knob and readied himself to face Kurt. He went outside his room and was met with silence; he looked for Kurt but couldnt find him anywhere in the apartment, only a note pinned to the freezer indicating that Kurt had left earlier to settle his paper work.

He was relieved that they didnt have to talk about it, because he seriously didnt know how to deal with it. He grumbled in frustration because he couldnt think of any excuse for his actions. He gave up and took a look at his watch, knowing full well that he was already late for work, grabbed his suitcase behind the couch, and proceeded to close and lock the door behind him. He went to work but his mind was running a show of a naked Kurt squirming breathlessly under him.

Kurt was in deep thought as he ate his third serving of cheesecake. He liked cheesecake but never to the extent that he ate it all in one seating. Being pregnant does something to your figure. He sighed not because of his fast-growing weight but because of what happened that morning.

"Oh god! How should I face him?" he muttered to himself, hands placed on his temple as he thought of an apology to Blaine later. "Oh god..." he muttered again, oblivious to the weird looks that the other customers were shooting him.

He glanced at his phone that read 3:09 and exhaled helplessly. He had been wandering around New York City after he went to his office to submit his resignation letter. He went right back to Blaines apartment, but found it locked, and Blaine hadnt given him the key. He asked the doorman for a spare key but told him that Im sorry Mr. Smythe, Mr. Anderson havent yet informed us that he is married and for the safety of the tenants in this building, we cannot give you anything, not until Mr. Anderson gave us permission to do so.

Kurt felt a sting in his heart during that awkward conversation, he didnt know which hurts more: not being acknowledged as Blaines husband or being recognized as Sebastian. Whichever the case is both hurt a lot, but he schooled his facial reaction as nothing and bid the doorman farewell, not correcting him for the mistaken identity. He then went sight-seeing in New York, even if there was nothing else new to see. When he felt his stomach grumble in hunger, he went to a nearby pastry shop and drown himself in sweetness and wasting hours so he could go back to the apartment.

He took the last bite of his cake. Both he and Pickles were satisfied with the amount of dessert that they had eaten. He patted his stomach under the table and sheepishly smiled, but groaned again when he remembered the events earlier. He didnt know how to explain to his husband without him being disgusted and hoped that he wouldnt be annoyed more. He gave up trying to find an excuse and promised to himself that he needed to be more careful to avoid those kinds of situations.

He decided to wait the remaining few hours in the park nearby the apartment, standing up and feeling heavy for the meal he enjoyed and limply-his foot still aching from his fall earlier in the bathroom-walked across the area. He opened the door and carelessly hit a man who was about to enter the shop.

"Bloody hell!" the man screeched while holding his nose, which was ironically bleeding.

"Oh god! Oh god! Im sorry... Im sorry... I didnt see you..." Kurt rushed to the man while searching his pocket for his handkerchief. "Im sorry... I really am sorry..." he apologized again and pressed the handkerchief to the mans nose.

The man covered Kurts hand with his and looked at Kurt directly. Kurt being uncomfortable with the mans staring, he tried to fish his hand away, but the blonde man only gripped his hand tighter. "Uhmm.... Excuse me..." Kurt started. "Uhmm... Im sorry again... but... my hands...hurt..." Kurt stammered, fear growing in him as the stranger roamed his blue eyes over Kurts body.

The man let go of his hand immediately, and Kurt was about to run away from him when the man said something he hadnt heard ever since high school. "Little Freckles?" the man uttered in a very sexy British accent.

".... Adam?" Kurt said disbelievingly. The man nodded and immediately engulfed Kurt in his arms, which was enthusiastically returned by Kurt. "Oh god Adam! It really is you!" he cried to the mans ears. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too..." Adam said and broke their hug momentarily to hold Kurts face and stare at the glasz eyes he had missed so much. "I missed you so much..." tears leaked through his eyes as he squeezed Kurt again.

Adam Crawford was Kurts best friend since junior high school. Their friendship started with the Neanderthals bullying Kurt; Adam, being older and stronger, protected him. They were attached at the hip after that, spent all of their time together. Their friendship was the strongest even when Adams family had to move to Essex and leave Kurt alone in Lima. They used all types of social media just to keep in touch with each other, but when the bullying in McKinley escalated, Kurt had run out of good things to discuss with Adam; their friendship had slowly diminished and they just lost contact, busy dealing with their own lives. They were each others best friends, but to Kurt, Adam was his first love.

"How... how are you?" Kurt asked as they settled themselves to a corner booth inside the pastry shop. "What are you doing in New York? I thought you were in England?" he continued, still overwhelmed to bump into his best friend. Do I still have the right to call him my best friend? he thought to himself.

"I came here for business; Ive been back and forth to New York to finish this deal," he replied noticing the glimmering ring around his best friend. "How about you? Catch some lucky girl, I see?" he pointed to Kurts ring.

Kurt was confused for a moment as to what Adam was referring to, but blushed deeply when he remembered that he never came out to Adam. He moved out long before he had courage to do so and when he had come out to his dad and friends, their friendship already had a big gap between them.

"Oh... oh... not a girl actually..." he said shyly, but continued. "Im married... to a man..." he slowly explained, bracing himself in case Adam would reject him, but to his surprise Adam just beamed at him.

"I know... " he giggled. "Well, I was hoping... because I had a crush on you back then." He smiled brightly when Kurt spluttered the tea he is drinking. "You okay?" he asked as he gently patted the mans back.

"Yeah.. yeah... I just didnt expect that," he replied while sighing still a little lost to Adams intention, that never crossed his mind. He sure did know Adam was gay, but Adam always treated him like a younger brother. He had so many questions to ask him, but closed his mouth when he heard Adam speak.

"So whos the lucky guy?" Adam continued to ask. He knew now that Kurt was married, but it was his only chance to tell him his feelings from years ago; for closure he told himself. And now that he had finally seen his best friend again, he wouldnt let his lingering feelings keep them apart. That confession was his first and last move, satisfied to be just Kurts friend again.

"Blaine... Blaine Anderson..." he unconsciously put both of his hands to his stomach. "We are... uhmmm.. Im pregnant..." he blurt out.

"Oh my god!" Adam exclaimed. "Im so happy for you!" he then proceeded to give Kurt a hug.

Conversation smoothly flowed from there, but they never mentioned the reason they drifted apart or the physical differences. They just talked about the memories they shared together and updates about their own work and family, seeing that the Hummels and the Crawfords were very close.

"I think Ill like Finn and Carole if we meet, I just hope theyll like me," he commented offhandedly.

"Of course they will," Kurt assured him and glanced at his phone to check the time. He was shocked that it was already past seven. "Oh god! I have to go home now..." He frantically stood up and gave a hasty goodbye to Adam.

"Kurt! Wait!" Kurt stopped in his tracks when Adam shouted his name. "Well meet again, right?" he asked when he ran to chase him.

"Of course well meet again. Ill call you," he replied and gently patted his cheeks.

"Promise?" he extended his hand towards Kurt and held his pinky. Kurt giggled at the gesture, it was their thing.

"Promise." He then looped his pinky with Adams and beamed at him before limply running the other direction to the apartment, where a furious husband was waiting for him.

Dont hate Sam; he was just trying to be a good best friend....

I had to put Adam in the filter because his character is important in the story.

I kinda like the KADAM chemistry in glee, though Kurt and Adam should be more physical with each other... dammit Murphy.

Had to cut the story short, Im in my 4000 words quota, so Ill just put the next scene on the next chapter..

Chapter Title: Throwback - memories of Kurt and Adam

Story Reference:

-Essex which is a canon where Adam really lived.

-Cheesecake is what Kurt always order when he is upset.

-Stupid guys mentioned which are involved with Blaine (Jeremiah and Eli)

-Bowties are Blaines signature for every episode

-Pinky swear is what Kurt always do with Mercedes, Rachel and Santana

Story Outline:

-Bathroom awkwardness

-Domestic! Klaine

-Adam and Kurt first meeting

-Pampered Blaine

Scenes Included:

-Kurt pampering Blaine

-Bowtie Collection

-Blaine forgetting to give Kurt his key

-Kurts pinky swears

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