"You know, Kurt would really lay into you if he found this out." Blaine smiled, taking a piece of crispy bacon off of the paper towel Burt had set it on. Burt smiled and dished some eggs onto a plate,

"You want cheese kid?"

"No other way to eat scrambled eggs sir." Burt smiled, and nodded in agreement, putting sprinkled cheese onto the eggs. Blaine hummed and put some pieces of bacon onto his plate, along with some toast. He eyes the coffee pot and laughed,

"That's not decaf, is it." Burt shook his head and mumbled about there being no point to coffee if it's decaf. And his son being a sadist. Blaine laughed, covering his mouth full of food, and nodded.

"Seriously, who drinks decaf?"

"Carole."

"Why?" Burt shrugged and dished out his own food, eating quickly, as to avoid Kurt taking it from him.

"I have no idea." Burt paused for a moment after swallowing, "Can I ask you something, kid?" Blaine furrowed his brow, and put down his fork.

"Sure Burt..." Burt thought about his wording for a moment, and Blaine waited patiently.

"Do you approve of the way your father is with your mother?" Blaine shook his head,

"No. And he wasn't always that way. I remember being little and he was nice, loving even. But after I came out, he just..." Blaine paused, thinking about how to say it. His father had pretty much left and was replaced by a monster, he didn't leave physically, his soul just left. "He just left."

Burt furrowed his brow, and cocked his head. He knew that Blaines father didn't actually leave, because Blaine had said he wasn't always like that, he knew it was the same guy.

"He just, wasn't him anymore. He stopped being dad after I told him." Blaine continued. He took his fork again and picked at the eggs, putting small bites into his mouth. Burt studied the boy, the father of his sons kid. Oh God, that's right. Burt had almost forgotten why Blaine was there, Kurt is pregnant.

Now most fathers get pissed if their kid gets knocked up, but Burt was happy. Not happy that this could possibly kill or hurt his little boy, but he was happy because he'd always wanted grand kids, and now he was getting one. Burt smiled to himself, watching Blaine get his appetite back and dig into his breakfast.

Burt took his dishes over to the counter and washed them, putting them away so that Kurt would think Blaine was the only one who had the unhealthy stuff, yeah, Burt was looking forward to having Blaine around. Goodbye egg whites, hello old friend bacon.

"Hey, Blaine," Blaine looked up from his plate,

"Yes, Burt?" Burt smiled and sat next to Blaine. What he was about to say, he had reserved for the guy Kurt would marry one day, but hey, he was having this guys kid.

"If you want..." Burt took a deep breath, "you could call me dad." Blaine smiled and nodded, trying to keep his tears in his eyes. His own father had said to call him that, Father. But dad, was such a warm term, it made Blaine feel like family. Like he belonged.

"Thank you...Dad." Burt wrapped him into a hug and patted him on the back,

"Any time son. Any time."

Kurt woke up about an hour later, to Cookie telling him to either get his ass out of bed and fix them food right NOW, or suffer the wrath of the porcelain bowl. Kurt decided he was going to let this kid call the shots, until it was born that was. And he padded his way down the steps to see Burt, Finn and Blaine on the couch watching the game. 'Just how late did I sleep?' Kurt wondered, as he stepped into the kitchen.

He looked at the digital clock on the microwave and cringed, 'NOON? Since when do I sleep until NOON?' His stomach flipped again and he pulled a carton of milk out of the fridge and cookie crisp cereal. He smiled, thinking about how Carole had bought it for him, after he told her about his cravings, and his nickname for his baby.

His name was written in big black letters all over the box. Telling Finn to keep out. He poured a heaping bowl, and put some milk in, keeping a perfect two cereal, to one milk ratio. Kurt took a large spoonful, and chewed while walking into the living room.

He sat on the love seat next to Blane, he rested his back against the arm rest and put his feet into his lovers lap. Blaine looked aver and smiled, and Kurt thought Blaine seemed to be in a really good mood, despite the previous nights events. Kurt poked his big toe into Blaines belly, making him giggle. Finn, who had witnessed it, cocked his head and snorted,

"Dude, you like the Pillsbury dough boy or something?" The four guys in the room laughed, and after it quieted down Kurt heard the familiar slam of a car door and looked out the window to see Carole, and, a woman he didn't recognize.

"Hey dad, do you know that woman with mom?" Burt furrowed his brow at Kurt, and so did the other men in the room, "What?"

"Baby, you called Carole mom..." Kurt made a small 'oh' and shifted in his seat,

"She has been acting like my mom though." He looked at his dad, "Do you think she would mind if I called her mom?"

"Of course I wouldn't mind Kurt." Kurt and the other men looked toward the Kitchen, none of them had heard the side door open. Kurt smiled, rising for his spot and handing his bowl to Blaine. He walked over to Carole, and she wrapped him in her arms. He instantly sobbed into her shoulder and she stroked his hair.

They all heard a muffled sound from Kurt,

"What was that babe?" Kurt lifted his head smiling,

"I said, 'Damn hormones'."

later, The Hudmanell (sorry, got creative. XD) family were gathered round the dinning table, digging into the lasagna Carole had made. Turns out, the woman she had with her was an old friend of hers, who wanted to give Kurt some old baby things. Most of which, would only be useful if they had a girl, but things like the rubber ducky, and the baby bath would be fine either way. They were yellow.

Kurt made a fuss about not taking charity, then cried because she was so nice, then cried because hormones were making him cry. Blaine had no idea how to handle hormonal! Kurt, and it frustrated him that he couldn't cheer Kurt up. Carole had explained to him, that he shouldn't take it personally, that Kurt was getting used to hormones, that he really shouldn't even have.

She didn't stay for dinner, because she had divorce papers to sign. And then Kurt began crying about people now staying together. There was a whole list of things Kurt had cried about that day:

Baby things,

Hormones,

Feeling fat,

Morning sickness,

Divorce,

Burning the cookies,

Getting fat

Being stupid (when Blaine tried to tell him there was a difference between being fat and being pregnant)

Being mean (He made Blaine feel bad, because Blaine thought HE made him cry)

So, Kurt had spent about ninety percent of the day just crying. Crying, and throwing up. And he slept some too.

So now, Kurt was pretty okay, but everyone was a little on edge, trying not to upset him again.

"So, Kurt." Carole began, "Do you want a boy or a girl?" Blaine and Kurt smiled, Kurt shrugged,

"Not sure really. I'll love it either way. But I have a feeling it's a boy." Blaine smiled and tickled Kurts belly gently, which made Kurt giggle and lean away from the touch. He lent a little too far though, because he leaned right out of his seat, and fell side ways onto the floor.

"Oh my God! Baby, are you okay?" Kurt laughed and Blaine helped him back up into his seat, while Carole, Burt and Finn were trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, I'm good." He smiled and Blaine looked like he was about to cry,

"I'm soooo Sorry baby! Do we need to go to the doctor? Did I hurt it? Oh my God I hurt it didn't I..." Kurt laughed again, and waved his hand dismissively,

"I'm fine baby."

"Oh God... You're in shock..." Burt by this point, was in hysterics, and Carole was getting close.

"I'm okay, Love. I'm. Oh. Kay." Kurt smiled and ruffled Blaines ungelled curls, "Okay?" Blaine nodded and kissed the inside of Kurts palm and sat back down.

"You'll tell me if you don't feel good, right?" Kurt nodded and took a bite of chicken, "Promise?"

"I promise baby."

Kurt and Blaine were getting ready for bed. Kurt was fussing around in his drawers. He huffed about not being able to find the shirt he wanted to wear, and Blaine chuckled.

"You're the ONLY person I know who makes such a fuss about pajamas." Blaine was pulling back the covers of the bed, clad in his boxer shorts, and nothing else. Kurt gave him a playful glare, and rolled his eyes.

"Sorry my fashion concerns annoy you."

"Hey now," Blaine said, walking over an wrapping his arms around Kurt, "I never said that. In fact, I think it's cute. It's you." Kurt smiled, as Blaine began pressing dry kisses to the back of his neck.

"Maybe I'll just sleep in my underwear tonight." Blaine made a humming noise, pulling Kurt slowly towards the bed.

"Or, we could sleep in nothing..." He said, laying Kurt down, and slipping his hands into Kurts briefs. Kurt gasped and jerked into the touch. Being pregnant seemed to have made him really sensitive to touches, and made him really REALLY horny.

"B-but my family..." Blaine smiled and kissed his temple,

"You'll just have to be quiet, now won't you?" Kurt nodded and slipped Blaines boxers down, taking him in his hand and pumping lazily. Blaine did the same and they were mutually rubbing each other, in long, sure strokes.

After a few moments, they were sped up, and they were getting more erratic, more jerky and pull like. They were sweaty, and slipping easily ever each others lengths. Blaine swiped his finger over the slit on Kurts head, and Kurt moaned. Blaine pressed his lips onto Kurts, swallowing his moans so Burt wouldn't come running in with his shot gun.

Kurt humped himself into Blaines fist and the older boy smiled.

"So close B-Blaine, so cl-close..." Blaine panted, the sound of Kurts voice in the heat of the moment, sent waves of pleasure right to his cock.

"Come for me baby." Blaine whispered into Kurts ear, and that was all it took to send the younger boy over the edge. Kurt came into Blaines fist, and on their stomachs. Blaines name rolled off his lips in hot, needy whispers.

Blaine followed suit and came in long, pearly ropes onto his and Kurts stomachs and chests.

They laid there for a moment, panting and stroking each others hair and skin, until Kurt wrinkled his nose. Blaine chuckled and got up and went into the adjoined bathroom, coming back with a warm, wet cloth and cleaned them up.

Blaine came back and slipped gently under the covers and wrapped Kurt in his arms, rubbing lazy, nonsensical patterns on the boys pale, sweaty back. He kissed Kurt on the hair, and noted that he really loved the way Kurt smelled after sex. He smelled fruity, and good like normal, but with this, after sex, he smelled really, REALLY good. He smelled like fresh rain, in an orchard. Fruity and wet. Blaine didn't understand how anyone could smell so good when they were sweaty, but Kurt just did. And he Loved it.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Kurt whispered sleepily. He smiled and they fell asleep, in a sweaty, blissful, state.