Chapter Sixteen

"Could you give me a hand?"

Kurt turned to Blaine, raising his eyebrows. "Blaine, I'm certain that between Dalton and your choice of attire at McKinley, you are perfectly capable of tying a tie," he said as he rolled his eyes, but all the same he crossed the room, taking either side in his hands and swiftly looping them into a knot.

"Probably," Blaine said with a grin. "But if it gives me a few more moments of this view..." He swooped in, kissing the curve of Kurt's shoulder. He suckled slightly on the patch of skin and Kurt gasped.

"Stop," he murmured in a very unconvincing voice, and Blaine merely tugged him closer, his hands clutching his back. He hummed and smiled, kissing up the other man's neck. "God, Blaine, I—if you leave a mark—" he cut off, moaning slightly. Blaine tightened his grasp on Kurt, letting one hand trail up the soft, smooth skin of his side.

"Kurt, I—oh." Kurt felt his heart stop as Rachel pushed open the man's bedroom door. She blushed slightly.

"Rachel," Blaine muttered, his cheeks red, letting go of Kurt. "We—"

"It's okay!" she said quickly. "You don't need to be embarrassed or anything. This one time, when I was younger, I walked in on my two gay dads—"

"Stop," Kurt said quickly. "Please, I... stop right now."

Rachel merely entered the room and closed the door behind her. "I'm saying that it's all right!" she assured them quickly, smiling and nodding. "I mean, I can't say I'm surprised really that this is going on... How long has this been going on exactly?"

Kurt shifted slightly, feeling his level of discomfort rise. "A couple weeks?" he offered.

"And you didn't tell me?" she asked breathlessly.

"We were going to, but—well, then Aiden—Rachel, would you let me get dressed?" he asked desperately. "I'd rather have this conversation when I'm wearing a shirt."

"Of course!" she said quickly, backing up into the door. "You two finish getting ready." She nodded and gave a coy smile before leaving the room once more.

Kurt groaned slightly. "Thank god we were saying something today," he mumbled, wrenching open the drawer and grabbing a shirt to pull over his head. He then yanked his button-up off the hanger and slid it on. "Otherwise, Rachel would have told everyone by the end of dinner without our consent." Blaine smiled, wrapping his arms around Kurt from behind and pressing a soft kiss onto his neck. He let his chin rest against his shoulder, and hummed in response. Kurt sighed. "I shouldn't feel this nervous," he said, a little awkwardly. "I've had this conversation with my dad and Carole before." He sighed, pulling away from Blaine to pull a sweater out from his closet.

"It's not about them, is it, though?" Blaine offered. "I mean, the difference this time is Aiden. And he's the most important one, isn't he?"

"Him and Ella," Kurt responded, nodding slowly.

"I promise you don't have to worry about Ella," Blaine told him with a grin. "We'll tell her when she gets back from her mother's side of the family, and I'm sure she'll ask us when we're going to petition for the first gay Disney prince movie."

Kurt sighed. "I just want Aiden to take it well," he said. "I know he understands now that you're not trying to replace his dad, but... I don't know." He licked his lips. "I wish we'd told him before. But then he was in the hospital and... it just didn't seem to feel right."

"Then we tell him now," Blaine suggested. "Save telling your parents and brother for later, after they get here."

Kurt looked at him, nodding slowly. "All right," he responded, and Blaine smiled at him encouragingly, offering his hand. Kurt offered a small smile in response, taking his hand in his. He took a deep breath as they walked downstairs. "I want... I think I should tell him alone," he breathed out, and Blaine nodded understandingly.

"Of course," he said. "I'm going to call Ella. Make sure she's behaving herself." He flashed a smile, and Kurt gave him a swift kiss.

"Make sure Finn and my parents are on the way?" he asked, and Blaine nodded, heading out the back door. Kurt took a deep breath, walking into the living room. "Aiden?" he asked softly, and the boy glanced up from his coloring book, offering a grin.

"Look, daddy, I colored this for you. Do you like it? It isn't done yet, or maybe it is, but I don't think so, not yet," he gushed, and Kurt smiled, pressing a kiss to his son's forehead.

"I love it," he said. "Can I hang it when it's done?" Aiden nodded quickly, looking back down at his book. Kurt sucked in a deep breath. "A, how do you feel about Blaine?"

Aiden tilted his head slightly. "I like him," he responded. "He is super nice and he plays with me and colors with me. And he fixeded you when you were sad, so he can't be bad."

Kurt felt his heart swell slightly in his chest. He licked his lips. "I... I like him too," he said.

Aiden looked up at him again. "Do you like him like Dada?" he asked. Kurt opened his mouth to answer, but Aiden kept speaking, turning his attention back to his coloring book. "It would be okay if you did. Then he and Ella could come live with us."

"Well, I don't know about that last part," Kurt said with a smile. "But... yeah, I do like him kind of like Dada."

Aiden nodded. "Okay."

"Okay?" Kurt repeated a little skeptically, and Aiden nodded again. He took his son up in his arms. "You know, you're the most important man in my life, A."

Aiden grinned and squirmed against his father's chest. "Okay daddy!" he giggled. "Can I color again now? I wanna finish!"

Kurt let Aiden back onto the floor, patting him on the back and getting back to his feet. He smiled at his son, watching him for a few moments before turning and walking into the kitchen.

"Did you just tell Aiden about you and Blaine?"

Kurt turned, watching as Rachel entered the kitchen from the other side. "Yeah," he said. "I did. And he's completely fine about it." She broke into a grin.

"I'm so happy for you two—well, three," she breamed. "I'm so glad that your life is really turning around. You deserve it."

Kurt smiled at her in return. "Thanks, Rachel," he said. "And what about you and Finn? How have you been?"

She paused. "Good," she told him slowly.

Kurt raised his eyebrows slightly, about to respond when Blaine entered the kitchen. "They'll be here any minute," he told them. "How's everything going on in here?"

"Turkey's in the oven," Rachel told him dutifully. "As well as the tofu version. Potatoes are peeled and ready to be boiled, and all the other fixings are ready as soon as it gets closer."

"And I've got the snacks for while you and dad and Finn watch the game," Kurt said with a smile. "Everything's right on schedule."

The door opened, as if on cue, and Blaine glanced at his watch. "Perfectly on schedule, it seems," he commented, and Burt and Finn and Carole were filing in, offering hugs and holiday tidings. It only lasted a moment before everyone was being shooed back out of the kitchen by Kurt, as he bustled about, making sure that everything was going to be perfect.

He quickly brought out the pre-dinner treats into the living room, setting a tray on the coffee table for everyone to munch on.

He returned to the kitchen and Finn followed him in. "Looking for a drink," he commented when Kurt shot him a look.

"I had Blaine pick up some Natty Boh for you and Dad," he told him. "It's in the fridge. And will you pass me the bottle of Bordeaux? I'll pour some for Mom and Rachel."

"Oh, no," Finn said quickly, handing him the bottle. "None for Rachel."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, popping out the cork and pouring a glass. "Oh, please, Finn, it's her favourite brand. One glass of wine isn't going to send her over the edge."

"Dude, you know that sort of stuff isn't good for the baby," Finn said. Kurt knocked over the glass of wine, fumbling to set it upright and stop the spilling of the liquid.

"Excuse me?" he asked, turning to Finn in disbelief.

"Shit." Finn ran a hand through his hair. "Shit, she didn't tell you. I thought she told you!" He placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders. "Dude, you can't tell her I told you. She'll kill me. She wanted to make the announcement at dinner, but I thought she was going to tell you first because she always tells you first—she tells you these things before she tells me!"

"It's fine," Kurt said quickly. "I won't say anything I promise." Finn relaxed visibly, murmuring a brief 'thanks'. Kurt gave him a small smile. "So, how far along is she?"

Finn let out a breath. "A couple months?" he said uncertainly.

Kurt nodded. "I'm dating Blaine," he blurted out.

Finn raised his eyebrows. "Seriously?" he asked. "That's great, man."

"Dad doesn't know yet," he said, and Finn nodded. "I was going to tell everyone today."

"Rachel wanted to tell everyone today," Finn said. He cleared throat a little awkwardly. "So, give me a hand with those drinks?"

Kurt nodded, picking up the glass of wine for Carole and a plate of tarts. He followed Finn into the living room, where his stepbrother pressed one of the cans into Burt's hands, and then took a seat beside Rachel. Kurt placed the tarts in front of them and handed the wineglass to Carole, who smiled.

"You all right Rachel?" Blaine asked, and Kurt turned his attention to the young woman, who did look a little pale.

"Fine," she said assuredly. "I just..." she trailed off slightly. Suddenly she pushed herself off the couch and bolted to the bathroom.

Finn moved to get up and go after her, but Kurt patted him on the shoulder and followed after her instead.

"Rachel?" he asked softly, wrinkling his nose slightly at the sound of her retching. He took a deep breath, pushing the door open and kneeling down beside the girl. He gently pulled her hair out of the way. "You all right?" he asked kindly.

She nodded, and he offered her a hand towel. She wiped her mouth and let out a shaky breath as he got her a cup of water and sat beside her on the floor, leaning back against the sink. She took the cup gratefully, and they sat in silence for a few moments.

"I'm moving back to Lima," she told him. She laughed softly. "You and I had such huge dreams, Kurt. But both of us ended up back here. We still couldn't get out." She swallowed, looking at him with a smile. "I'm pregnant."

Kurt smiled at her, taking her hand in his. "This isn't a terrible place to raise your kids," he said reasonably. "Some of the people who live here still have miles to go in the way of progress and all that, but it's always going to be home." She tilted her head onto his shoulder. "And he or she will be completely surrounded by family, this way." He felt Rachel nod against his neck.

They were quiet again before a cheer broke out from the living room and Rachel laughed softly.

"I suppose we should get back in there," she said, and Kurt nodded. Rachel pulled away and the man got to his feet, offering her his hand. She took it, and he pulled her up.

Everyone was on their feet in the living room, cheering and shouting as they watched the game. Blaine turned to him, grinning as he and Rachel returned to the room. Blaine quickly made his way to Kurt.

"Everything all right?" he asked softly, and Kurt paused, then nodded toward the kitchen. Blaine quickly followed him. "What's going on?"

"Rachel's pregnant," Kurt told him quickly, and Blaine's eyebrows shot up.

"Seriously?" he asked, and Kurt nodded.

"She's moving back to Lima because of it," he said. "They were going to announce it tonight."

"That's great," Blaine said with a grin and a laugh. "God, I'm so excited for them."

Kurt nodded, pausing slightly. "I told Finn... about us, I mean," he said.

Blaine smiled. "And?"

"And he's happy for us," he said, with a smile.

"Good," Blaine responded. He placed his hand on the side of Kurt's face, pulling him in for a kiss. Kurt pushed against him, his hands finding his hips and pushing up the hem of his shirt. "Mm, they're right in the other room," Blaine murmured against Kurt's lips.

"They're distracted," Kurt whispered. "And almost all of them know by now."

"Except your dad," Blaine muttered.

"It's fine, he's..." Someone cleared their throat from the doorway and the two men froze. Kurt's eyes flickered up. "Dad," he said, swallowing hard.

Burt adjusted his cap. "I'm just gonna—"

They pulled away from each other, Blaine leaning back against the counter and ducking his head. Kurt didn't let go of the man's hand, however.

"No, dad, I—" Kurt took a deep breath. "It's... it's fine."

Burt nodded. "So... you two, then?"

"Yeah," Kurt said. "The two of us."

"And Aiden knows?"

Kurt nodded. "He's fine with it."

Burt turned to Blaine. "You treatin' him right?" he asked, and Blaine quickly nodded.

"Of course, sir," he said.

"Good," Burt said, nodding. "I don't care how old you two are, he's still my boy." He cleared his throat. "Now, I'm gonna grab another beer and then go back into the living room, and I'm going to pretend that I didn't see anything." He nodded, took a can of beer from the fridge, and then left the room.

Kurt groaned, letting his face fall into Blaine's shoulder. "I had had really high hopes for today..." he grumbled with a sigh.

Blaine chuckled. "Please," he said. "It's Thanksgiving. With your family. You were honestly expecting something less than completely dysfunctional?"

Kurt allowed himself a small smile. "That's fair enough," he conceded.