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Whoever You Are, I Love You: The day of labor 1/2


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Story: Closed - Chapters: 3/? - Created: Jan 20, 2013 - Updated: Jan 27, 2013
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Author's Notes: A/N:Hi! First of, THANKS for the reviews on ff.net and S&C. Thanks also for the favs and alerts! It's amazing that there are people who like this. It's really important to me bacause I always wrote on it when I needed some down time. RL is not exactly beautiful since my little cousin and the grandma of my best friend died, recently. Then there is pressure from the job center that I still haven't found a new job yet and all and sometimes it's all a bit much but thanks to the amazing prompt on GKM, I found some inspiration and already wrote 30k+ words. It's still a WIP but you can be sure there are a lot of parts coming. And I have to tell you guys sorry! I made a mistake in my timetable while I edite the first part. 2/3/2016 is a Wednesday. 2/3/2013 is a Sunday. Lloyd was born on a Sunday and Blaine met his son on a Wednesday. That's so far important since I wrote about a Sunday walk etc but contradicted myself with Kurt telling Lloyd, Burt and Carole would come down for a long weekend. I hope I didn't confused you guys. Okay! Again, 2/3/2016 is Wednesday!This is the first piece of part 2. The second half will be posted tomorrow or the day after.Oh! I just remembered! It's the first time I wrote smut from beginning to climax! (In English) That's why I am a bit nervous since I don't even know if it's a bit sexy or too mechanic or whatever.Please write a review and tell me what you think!Warnings: bareback, Rachel and Finn bitching, Labor pains, a little angst

6/12/2012

 

 

 

It was a hot day in Lima, Ohio.

 

Finn was out doing something, Carole and Burt were both working and Kurt's shift at the Lima Bean wouldn't begin until 3 PM. Kurt's friends were busy getting ready for college with Rachel already in New York City, and Mercedes leaving for Los Angeles in 3 days. So, Kurt and Blaine had an empty house all for themself most of the time. Free to sleep in, eat when and what they want, even had the possibilty of getting dirty on every surface in the house.

 


At the moment, both laid in the Hummel-Hudson back garden on the grass. Kurt under dressed in a thin shirt and dark but still breathable jeans, and Blaine totally lazy in only his red, blue swim trunks.

 

"Would we stay at my house, we would have a pool to cool down, you know?" Commented Blaine, feeling even the more bearable air in the shadowy garden grilling him.


Kurt ogled his boyfriend. "Yes, sure, and then your mother would ask me, either to leave or ask me, where my bikini is." Kurt touched his non-exist breasts, fondling the air over his chest.

 


Blaine laughed, "And you would say?"

 


Kurt smirked playfully, thinking about what his answer would be. "That I don't wear a bikini since this season is only monokini in fashion."

 


They both laughed loud and then Blaine rolled over in the grass, hovering above Kurt. Kurt's face was spotted with shadows of the old tree they were lying under, his hair messy and product free, only because it was hot and sunny.
Kurt explained when Blaine asked him about his hair, that the sun plus hairspray could damage it's structure since he already dyed some highlights in his bangs a few days ago. He never would risk hair spliss.

 


Blaine liked it this way, product free, touchable. He could stroke through the thick mess of hair forever. And, Kurt smelled more like Kurt and Kurt had always this really fresh smell on him, that was definetly not his shower gel. Blaine looked once for his eua de cologne for reference, but just the cologne didn't smell exactly like his boyfriend did...

 


Blaine was one of those people, who had for anything a tune in their head. The moment Blaine met Kurt back then on the staircase, he was fascinated by that boy. A tune wound it's way through his head that day. Later, everytime he thought about Kurt, saw him, held his hand and learned his smell, the tune would become more apparent until he remembered what it was.

It was a classic piece. European, of course. Kurt reminded Blaine of The Moldau. The boy was just as moving as this piece, fast and playfull, always close to an adventure and still able to feel like home.

 


Kurt lifted his arm up to caress Blaine's sun burnt skin, guiding it over Blaine's neck, shoulder, tickling over the chest hair and smoothing over the waist in a gentle touch.

 


"You are so perfect," breathed Blaine, his pupils beginning to dilate.

 


"Then kiss me already," the blue eyed boy whispered, cupping his boyfriend's cheek.

 


Blaine's head bent down, lips grazing over Kurt's nose, then falling in a deep kiss with Kurt's own lips. The clothed boy let his hands wander farther over Blaine's naked skin until they found the only covered body part. His finger grazed over Blaine's crotch, following the line of his lover's hardening cock.

 

"We need to go to my room," he groaned after they broke the kiss for oxygen.

 


Blaine was silent, only able to nodd his head like crazy. He got up, took Kurt with him and almost stormed in the house and up the stairs to Kurt's cozy bedroom.

 

Even if this summer day was hot, Blaine was hotter. His skin was always hot like a heater and his body full of energy. When he was turned on, his body temperature would increase even more and every touch from him, felt like leaving a mark on Kurt.

 


They tumbled into the room, the door closed behind them, while their lips attached themself again to each other.

 

They kissed long and with too much teeth, Blaine's hands travelling under Kurt's shirt, lifting it inch by inch until it came to a point where they had to stop kissing, so Kurt could lift his arms. Blaine pulled off the hinderance of too many clothes.
Each one got rid of their pants and then their bodies found each other again. The moment of haste finished and they both slowed down. Their lips connected, and their feet danced tango until they both hit the mattress, lying side by side, every motion slow and carefull for now.

 


Blaine moved up to the head of the bed, resting against the endless number of deco cushions on the bed while a really beautiful, and naked Kurt crawled up his legs and found a place in his lap, moving his bottom to rub against his boyfriend's cock.

 


They moaned at the delicous friction between them.

 


"What do you want?" Kurt rushed, searching for his lover's lovely hazel eyes.

 


It took a while for Blaine to answer, too concentrated by watching their hips move against each other and developing a film of sweat and precome between their skins.

 


He looked up to Kurt's pale face, the only evidence that Kurt left the house this summer was the forming freckles sprayed on his otherwise porcelain like skin.

 


"What do you want?" Questioned Kurt again.

 


And Blaine was so desperate, he had to answer. "Your mouth, and before I come I want to fuck you, Kurt, really," he lifted his head up to Kurt's neck, sucking on his favourite part, "really," he moved down to Kurt's chest, teeth scraping over a nippel. Kurt moaned loud enough for the neighbours to hear. "Really," continued Blaine, his hand moving flat over Kurt's waist, "HARD," he said in a tone that promised no mercy, while his hand hovered over Kurt's ass cheeks. He grabbed each cheek in one hand and squeezed tight, his finger nails pinning the soft flesh.

 


Kurt turned to jelly and Blaine used the opporunity to flip them over. Now kneeling between Kurt's wide open legs, he bent to connect their lips again. Kurt's tongue dartet out and the curly haired man began to suck the muscel into his mouth. Kurt groaned, "God, Blaine," after his tongue was freed a moment later.

 


Blaine moved one of his hands down to touch his lover's cock. He pumpt him until Kurt was fully erected, his fingers stroking down to his balls, massaging them for a bit. He carefully touched Kurt's opening.

 


"Still open for me, Sexy?" He checked.

 


Kurt nodded, too blissed out for words.

 


"You wanna suck me now?" Blaine asked, clearly amused about his boyfriend.

 


The fair skinned boy raised his head, looking from Blaine's tanned face and his long lashes lower to the most intimate part.

 


Blaine was hard for Kurt, no one touched his cock, yet, and still he was fully hard, head red and the slit leaking precum. He took himself in hand and stroked softly down and stronger up, squeezing around the head and watched Kurt watching the motion.

 


Kurt licked his pink lips and moved up und pressed Blaine down by the chest, sending kisses and little bites over the dark skin. Blaine crossed his legs while Kurt placed a hikey on his hipbone. Soft hands stroked over the inside of Blaine's tighs, tickling the rough hair.

 


Blaine's breath hitched when Kurt took him by the base and gave the head an experimental lick. Kurt repositioned himself on the bed, bottom part lying on the duvet.

 


"Please, Kurt! Suck me," begged Blaine, taking his dick and directing it to Kurt's wet lips.

 


Kurt grinned, devilish . "Should I tease you?" He asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

 


"No, please!" Blaine shook his head, only wanting a bit of relief, already aching with want for Kurt's sweet mouth.

 


But Kurt always did what he wanted. "I want to tease you."

 

He took one of Blaine's hands and began to slowly lick over every finger, circling the fingertips and nibbling at their base and then sucking them into his mouth, never looking away from Blaine's face to see all his reactions. Blaine groaned at the feeling, "God, Kurt."

 


The teased boy groaned again, hips bucking up and cock sliding against his lover's rosy cheek. It left a wet stripe on Kurt's face and Kurt didn't even wipe it away, just continued with his task.

 


Kurt let go of Blaine's hand. He found with one hand the base of Blaine's cock, again while the other smoothed and massaged over Blaine's hip and tigh to ease the anticipation. He breathed over the length, placing his lips at the tip and then moved down as far as possible without deep throating.

 


"Fuuuuuck," cursed Blaine, fingers finding their way to Kurt's locks. "Don't stop," he moaned when Kurt found a rythm and began taking him farther into his mouth with every down stroke. Kurt hummed around the length, sending vibrations through Blaine's body that made him shiver and whimper for more.

 

 

Kurt began to swallow him, deep throating the cock until his nose nuzzled Blaine's pubic hair. "You are the best," Blaine cried out when Kurt toyed with his balls.

 


He felt his orgasm being too close and told Kurt to stop now. Kurt let go of his cock, making a pop sound and smirked up at Blaine, finally wiping the precum off his face.

 


His eyes were dark with arousel. He moved to his earlier position, against the cushions and opened his legs wide, his erection resting on his stomach and precum painting the milky skin.

 


"Come here," demanded Kurt with a husky voice, his fingers waving him over, seductively.

 


Blaine settled between his legs, their bodies were burning and the air around them hot and dry. He grabbed for the warming lube, coated his fingers with the moist and blew on them to warm it up. Blaine draped his body over Kurt, giving him a longing kiss, while his fingers slowly made their way between them, stroking over the perineum and teasing his entrance.

 


"2 fingers. Begin. 2 fingers." Kurt was too far gone in his arousal for full sentences and just repeated his order to begin with 2 fingers since their last time wasn't that long ago. Blaine entered him slowly and Kurt raised his hips off the bed to meet him faster.

 


Opening Kurt became easy since he loved to bottom. Kurt also loved riding Blaine or doing it against walls, where he could cling to his lover and scratch his back. But today, Blaine could do whatever he wanted and he wanted his boy to take anything he gave him. That's why a third and even a fourth finger was pressed into Kurt to open him wider.

 


When Kurt was fucking himself on Blaine's hand and cried out his bliss, Blaine removed his fingers. The thin guy shouted a veto but Blaine muted him with another kiss.

 


"Condoms! Hurry!" Rushed Kurt, pointing over at the night table. Blaine bowed over and opened the top drawer. Then opened the next one. "What takes you so long,?" Kurt asked, impatiently.

 


Blaine opened another drawer and then went to the nighttable on the other side of the bed. Opening all drawers. "They are not here!"

 


Kurt's eyes became wide. "What?" He turned over to look himself for the condoms.

 


They didn't found any.

 


"Didn't we buy a full box two days ago," asked Kurt still looking through the drawers.

 


"We did," Blaine replied.

 


They gave up 3 minutes later.

 


"What now?" Blaine asked Kurt while he silently hoped for a postive answer.

 


Kurt stayed quiet for a moment while thinking it through. He cleared his throat and asked, "Maybe, we... can try without a condom?"

 


Blaine jumped at him, pinning him to the bed and going back to their heated act. They kissed a while longer, stroking each other, making each other moan and shiver.

 

Blaine told Kurt to turn around and on his knees.

 


They were both excited. They never tried it bare before and both wanted to know how different it may feel. Blaine positioned himself behind Kurt and entered him, pushing slowly, deeper through the opening. His breath hitched when Kurt's heat began to surround him more.

 


Physically, it didn't feel much different from doing it with a condom but from the inner view it was much different. It was a new level of being intimate with each other, trusting each other of being monogam and being in love.

 


When Blaine was fully inside Kurt, he sat still, hugging Kurt around the waist, just feeling him.

 


"I love you so much," he breathed onto his lover's back.

 


Kurt answered with a tiny, "'love you, too."

 


Blaine put kisses all over Kurt's back, then slowly moved out of Kurt until only the head of his dick remained inside.

 


"Ready?" Blaine asked,breathless.

 


Kurt didn't answer, he was holding his breath, waiting for Blaine to fuck him, already.

 


A moment later Blaine fucked right into Kurt, making them both moan into the still air.

 


Kurt's arms gave out and he fell face first into the cushion. He hold onto the cushion, hugging it to his chest while Blaine made his promise true and fucked hard into Kurt with no mercy for the prepped hole.

 


"Harder!" Cried Kurt when Blaine met with every thrust his prostate. Blaine powered up, bumping against red, shore ass cheeks, ensuring bruises in shape of his hip bones on the skin.

 


Blaine felt his orgasm approach, again, when he heard Kurt shout for, "more!" before they would come. He grabbed under them, taking Kurt's cock and pumping until Kurt came over his hand and the duvet with a silent cry. Kurt dropped on the bed, joints limp, most likely having a black out. Blaine grabbed his hips, positioned Kurt's resting body so he could continue to finish himself, and fucked 5 more times hard into Kurt, grip fierce on his hip to hold him in place.

 


His breath was like his movements, fast and hard when he came, shouting for holy fucking mother of you know who, declaring, "Fuck! Kurt fuck," stilling inside him and filling Kurt's insides with his cum. He waited until his cock softened and then slowly pulled out of his lover.

 


He fell to Kurt's left side, breathing heavy out and inhaling the dry summer air, making him even more dizzy.

 


Kurt, conscious again, slid over and aligned his body to Blaine's side, mumbling with eyes closed, "Your cum is leaking out of my asshole."

 


Blaine laughed while Kurt hid his smile in Blaine's chest.

 


 

Kurt came home late for dinner that evening. He had to work overtime since the Lima Bean was full with teenagers, all ordering an iced latte and later claiming the drink was too cold.

 


Blaine was still there, sitting with his dad, talking. Kurt creeped into the kitchen and found Carole already doing the dishes.

 

He stepped beside her to give her a helping hand but she just blushed and said, "You really should go over to Burt and Blaine." Kurt stepped back, a question on his face and went over to the living room. He sat beside Blaine and gave him a peck on the lips. Burt cleared his throat and looked at his teenage son.

 


He tried introduce, "Blaine and I were talking about your sex life-"

 


"Oh God," all color disappeared from Kurt's face and he stood, abruptly, beginning to sing, "LALALALA! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" He turned around to his father, "I thought we had 'The Talk' already?!" He twisted back again, already trying to get out of the room. "LALALALA-!"

 


"It's not what you think, Kurt. Please sit down with us," Blaine said, patting the abandoned place next to him.

 


Kurt looked over his shoulder, whispering, "You sure?"

 


"I can hear you," Burt laughed.

 


The hysteric son made his way back next to his boyfriend and grabbed his hand for support.

 


Burt eyed his son, then sighed and rubbed his bald head. "Kurt."

 


"Yes?"

 


"I found a condom box in the master bathroom, today," his father explained.

 


Kurt paled again. "Please tell me that's not true," he shook head.

 


"It is," murmured Blaine.

 


"Would you believe me if I told you, that they belong to Finn?" Asked Kurt with a hint of hope glimmering in his voice.

 


Burt laughed, "You mean the XL sized, specialised for anal sex, condom box?" He gave the boys a knowing smirk, adding quietly, "I work out with Finn sometimes, ya'kno?"

 


"I want to die," Kurt screeched, helpless. "God, what did I wrong?"

 


His father sighed, again. "Kurt, it's okay." He took his son's hand and squeezed it. "I know, I said no sex under this roof but I know you are growing up, that you have urges and I know you and Blaine love each other."

 


Blaine smiled at his boyfriend, "Your father and I talked about your and mine future and about the rules in his house."

 


"I am sad that you didn't took me by heart when I said losing your virginty at your 30th birthday would be a great present to yourself but I can't be angry about that." It was weird but Kurt really felt better by their words. "But Blaine and I made new rules. 1st, The door stays still open when you 2 aren't alone here. 2nd, You are only allowed to be intimate in your bedroom. We are all using that bathroom, no matter how exciting shower sex can be."

 


"Daaaaad, I don't want to hear that," whined Kurt.

 


"I am not finished," chuckled Burt. "3rd, Always use protection! I am weirdly happy, I found the box and know you 2 play it save." He gazed between the of them, before telling his last rule, "and at last, number 4, no matter what you 2 do, where you will go, or if you stay together or not, remember you both matter. Respect each other and know the other's limits. Love is nothing when not every act is consensual."

 


Kurt stood up, Blaine and then Burt followed. Burt hugged his son and then also embraced Blaine, patting his back.

 


"Thank you, Dad," Kurt spoke.

 


"Yes, thank you, Burt." Blaine agreed, taking Kurt's hand.

 


Kurt giggled, "You are only thankfull, that he didn't kill you."

 


Blaine blushed, averting Burt's eyes. "Well, yes."

 


Kurt's father chuckled, slapping Blaine's shoulder. "Fearing the father in law is always healthy, Son."

 


His blue eyed boyfriend smiled encouragingly at him, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

 


They said good night to Burt and went up to Kurt's bedroom for the night.

 

 

2/3/2016

 

 


"Remember that one time we did it without a condom?"

 


Blaine nodded.

 


"Well, I think that must have been the time you... you know?" Kurt sighed. "You sure remember the talk my father gave us. I took it really to heart and well, I knew about 3 weeks later that I was with child. I still remembered what Dad said about knowing the limits and respecting each other and I was flipping out, I didn't know what to do. I-" Finn knocked on the door and entered the room.

 


"Hey," he said to Kurt but watched Blaine like he would take a knife out any moment. "I set up the dvd, wanna watch it now or later when he is gone?" He nodded in Blaine's direction.

 


Kurt smiled sadly at Blaine, "Wanna watch the birth of your son?"

 


Blaine said yes. It wasn't that late yet and he was amazed to get the chance to see that.

 


They went to the spacy living room and sat down on the couch. Finn sat in the arm chair, bending over to get the remote control from the coffee table and pressed play to start the video clip.

 

 

2/3/2013

 

 

 

 

It was a long and tiring day. Rachel was out, meeting with her boyfriend while Finn was working 3 streets down as a waiter.

 

Kurt had to stop working some weeks ago because he was too far in the pregnancy to risk any stress. He told his chef Isabelle, he could still do some things from home but she told him, only to worry about his child now and he would get paid while baby break and later welcomed back to his workplace. It was amazing, he didn't even work a year there but Isabelle loved him and promoted him fast. She told him, his style was fabulous and inspiring for her next male pregnancy collection and he would get credit if people like it.

 


That's why, Kurt sat alone in the apartment he shared with Rachel and Finn, doing light yoga while watching reality TV reruns.

 


When he finished his work-out, he decided to go for a walk to get some fresh air. The boy, yes boy, could come any day now and his obstretician was on fast dial when it should be time.

 


Kurt walked down the streets to the bistro Finn was working at to say Hi.

 


His brother was currently outside with two other staff members, smoking, while showing off the film camera he bought the day before.

 


"Finn-Rudolphus Hudson!" Kurt stormed over to the three men. "You really are NOT smoking, are YOU?!" He yelled, slapping his brother across the chest.

 


Finn paled, the cigarette falling from his lips to the ground. "I am not, that was... chewing gum, dude. And my middle name isn't Rudolphus."

 


Kurt crossed his arms, glaring at his stupid brother. "Oh, right." Finn smiled, relieved. "Can you tell me when in God's sake they began to sell smoke producing chewing gum?"

 


"It's, ehm, you know-" tried the big guy, his arms flailing around him. "Look. I won't smoke in our apartment or around the baby, okay?" He tried to persue Kurt with a charming smile that he learned at work to sell the more expensive wine.

 


"No, Finn. You will stop smoking exact this moment. Just so you know, Rachel, you and I will talk about this later. AND," he added with a sharp voice, "I will call our parents. Mom will strangle you, I can see it in front of my eyes." He laughed at the thought.

 


Finn went still, "Please don't do that! Mom will kill me!"

 


Kurt eyed his tall brother with a smug face. "Well, you are welcome to throw your cigarettes away for now and then we will see where the day leads us to."

 


Finn took out an almost full pack of cigarettes and threw it in a nearby bin. "And what's with you? You shouldn't move around so much." He noticed, looking worried.

 


The heavy boy smiled gentle at his brother and answered, "Getting some fresh air. It's really boring alone home."

 


"Wait," said Finn. "Wasn't Rachel supposed to stay in with you today? Where is she?" Finn looked over Kurt like she could be hiding behind the big guy.

 


Kurt leaned against the exterior wall of the restaurant. Now, it was Kurt's turn to look ashamed. "You see, Brody called and asked her out and well, I told her to go and have some fun?"

 


His brother looked angry down at Kurt. "What? She's on a date? Again? Kurt! You need someone to look out after you. She can't just leave you alone. Your doctor said that male pregnancys are much more dangerous and that there could be fatal complications in the last months. I can't believe she left you alone!"

 


"It's okay, Finn. She will be home soon and then I won't be alone anymore for the day. -Ouch-" Kurt rubbed over his big belly.

 


"You allright?" He asked worried.

 


"Yes, yes. He is just kicking all day long. Urgs-" He took Finn's hand and put it on a high part. "You feel that?" The little guy kicked again.

 


"Whoah. He could become a kicker." He smirked down, cheekily. "Just like his father!"

 


Kurt laughed loud. "Oh, please, don't remind me!" He boxed his brother's bicep. "How long is your break?"

 


Finn gazed down at his watch, "A bit less than 20 minutes."

 


"Would you bring me home? My feet are killing me." The pregnant boy made doe eyes at him.

 


Kurt braced himself against Finn while he tried to support his weight. and they made their way back to their apartment.

 


Back home was Brody and Rachel waiting for them.

 


"Where were you?" Rachel demended to know. "I was sick of worry!"

 


Finn helped Kurt to the couch, pulling off his shoes, prepping his feet on the coffe table and placing a pillow under them.

 


"Oh, really?" Finn spoke in a dry way. "I could see your worry while you were out leaving my little brother alone."

 


"Finn," warned Kurt.

 


The tall man turned around, "No, man. You can be angry with me about smoking  and stuff but be okay with what Rachel did. 

"I don't have to feel the same way. I worry about you and want to help you. That's the only reason I am living in this stupid city! But you, Rachel!" Finn raised his voice, pointing an accusing finger at her. "You said, you don't want to live in the stupid NYADA dorms. You said, you want to live with us, and support Kurt and still, you are gone all day to practice at school, or you're out with friends all the time, or on dates with Brody. Tell me, what did you do for Kurt all these past months?"

 


"I- I- I-" Rachel tried to snapp back but lost her voice in her compunction.

 


"It's enough! Finn, go back to work, Rachel is staying here, now." Kurt waved his brother off, who glared at Rachel once more before he left their home.

 


Rachel sat down next to Kurt, Brody moving to sit closer to her. "I am sorry, Kurt. I should have-"

 


Kurt shook his head, "No, Rachel. It's okay, you and Finn helped me more than enough, already." He laughed bitter. "I don't even know how to handle everything when I will be alone with my boy, someday."

 


"Since you adress it," Brody began, Rachel's eyes widening in horror. "I asked Rach-"

 


"-OUCH!" Yelled Kurt, his arms embracing his huge belly. "Ouch, Ouch,Ouch."

 


"What is wrong?" Rachel screeched.

 


"My- Shit. Go. Call Finn!"

 


Rachel searched for her cell while Kurt tried to stand up.

 


"Are you in labor?" Brody asked, giving Kurt a hand to steady him. Kurt looked at Brody's fearfull expression.

 


"I think so," he tried to laugh.

 


Rachel closed her phone. "He is coming back," she told him. "What now?"

 


Kurt practiced his breathing while walking through the living area with Brody on his hand, rubbing circles on his lower back.

 


"We will wait for Finn, then he will call my doctor, who will announce our visit at the hospital. -Ouch- Then we will wait for progress, I think?"

 


Finn stormed back into the apartment, replacing Brody on Kurt's side. "You alright?" He asked.

 


Kurt nodded. "I felt weird today but didn't really think about it, maybe my boy tried to tell me something with all the kicking?" He grinned. "Please call Doctor Ted." He directed Finn. Finn walked up to Brody, pressing him his video camera in his hands.

 


"Record everything, okay?" Brody nodded, handling the camera around and began to film the room.

 


"UH! I will call Quinn, maybe she wants to come over, too!" Rachel squeeled.

 


"Or," snapped Kurt at her, "You could call my parents, first. What an idea, right?"

 


The girl appeared ashamed and mumbled, "Sorry," before dialing Burt and Carole's home.

 


"I called that Dr. Ted guy. He said, it still can take hours until your baby comes and we should be sure it's not a false labor. He said, you should try a bubble bath, first and if the pains won't reduce to call him back." Finn came back and sat Kurt on the couch, again.

 


"I will prepare a bath," Brody called out.

 


"Thanks," Rachel winked at her boyfriend, going back on the phone. "Carole says, they are on their way to the airport and that Kurt should change into comfortable pajamas or jogging clothes."

 


"Like I would own things that are comfortable," he muttered to his knees. No matter how fat or uncomfortable he became, Kurt refused to wear clothes made for trucks.

 


"I will give you one of my shirts," Finn patted his shoulder.

 


"The bath is ready!" Brody called. Finn helped Kurt up and brought him over to the bathroom. He checked the temperature and even helped his brother undress.

 


Kurt blushed when he was only in his boxers and Finn still didn't backed away. "You don't have to... stay here. You know?"
Finn's lips held a caring smile, "I know but I want to." Kurt removed the last bit of clothes and then Finn helped him into the tub. "I'll go, look for a shirt and that pair of sweat pants you love to wear."

 


He left the room and Kurt tried to relax, head lolling back. He was so nervous and excited. He would be a father soon. Could he really do it? He already loved his boy but could he really raise a child? He was about to cry, becoming insecure, after being so sure all these months that he really wanted the child. He wanted to be a good father, just like his own dad but could he really give everything what the boy needs? What is, if he raised the boy and when he was older, his son would hate him?

 



Rachel went to Kurt's room, looking for his favourite sweat pants. Most of the time, she wasn't allowed to enter his room. Kurt said, he loved his new won privacy since moving to New York and that there was no need for them to hover in the same bedroom together all the time when they have a perfect, spacy living area.

 


She opened the drawers of his dresser in search for the pants.

 


A few minutes went by when she found in one of them a book hidden under some shirts. She took it out and opened it.

 

There was Blaine. Or better, photos of Blaine with Kurt or without Kurt. Some of them she saw on Blaine's facebook page even recently updated ones. They didn't talk anymore but she is not the person to delete inactive friends/fans.

 


Kurt would sometimes write something next to the pictures.

 


"You should wear more red," Rachel read aloud.

 


"I love your Gene Kelly look."

 


"You look like a dream in your blazer."

 


"You are my teenage dream."

 


"Why would you buy a cat when you are clearly a dog person?"

 


"I miss you."

 


"I miss you.

 


"I miss you so much.

 


"I love you."

 


"I really don't know if I can do it without you."

 


"I need you."

 


"I bet you would be the best father ever."

 


"You can't combine a waist coat with a plaid shirt!"

 


She laughed loud, wiping away some stray tears off her cheeks and put the book away. A few drawers later she found the pants.

She looked at them, they were grey and worn. Kurt made them wider and attached an elastic strap when his belly became too huge for them. It was the only comfortable thing he owned. She sometimes asked him, why he wouldn't buy a new pair, since these one didn't had a Kurt Hummel feeling to them but Kurt never answered.

 


Finn came in with a huge shirt over one arm and Rachel gave him the sweats.

 


Her phone ringed again, when Finn hurried back to Kurt and she looked on the display. It was Burt. "Hi Mr. Hummel?"

 


"How is he holding up?" Burt asked.

 


"I think, he is doing okay. His doctor told him to test out if it's false labor and now he is taking a bath. Finn is with him right now." She explained. "When will you be here?"

 


"I don't know. It's still a long drive to the airport and from there we hope to get the next flight. The little guy will have to wait for us, I think." Burt exhaled loudly into the phone. "Hear me, Rachel. Is Kurt really, really okay? I remember, when Elizabeth went into labor, I was a nervous wreck.

 


"I doubted to be a good father. I was so insecure, could I really support my child and give it what it needs."

 


"Mr. Hummel, Kurt is strong-"

 


"I know that Kurt is a strong person. I am, too and also was Elizabeth but Kurt is alone. I had my wive..." He sighed. "I wish he would-"

 


"Mr. Hummel, Kurt's got us. We will always be there for him and support him!" She tried to lighten the heavy mood.

 


"No, you won't."

 


There was silence.

 


"I won't?" Rachel's quivered through the phone.

 


"You won't, Rachel." He explained, "You will move out eventually and your own life will always be more important for you, than of the people around you. Kurt can't either, always be there for you because he's got a child. And that's the most important part of his life now. You will move apart, eventually. And Kurt will be alone at some point with his kid because Finn wants to move back to Lima."

 


"But we are best friends... -HE WHAT?!" That was news for her. "But he can't move out now since I will-" she stopped herself. "I am sorry, Mr. Hummel. I think you are right."

 


He chuckled. "That's why I hope Kurt will agree to move back in with us."

 


"Mr. Hummel. You can believe me, that won't ever happen." Rachel said with a smile. "He is a New Yorker, now."

 


He sighed again. "I know." Burt sounded sad and Rachel wondered if her dads were the same, missing her, even if they always wanted a second Barbra.


 


When Finn came into the bathroom again, Kurt was still trying to relax.

 


Anxious, Finn asked, "Better?"

 


"No." Kurt shook his head. "Worse," he said between practice his breathing.

 


"Okay. I will help you dress, and then call Dr. Ted, and then we will drive you to hospital, 'kay?"

 


Kurt nodded. Finn pulled out the plug and the water flowed away. He hold out one of Kurt's big towels and helped him out the tub, drying him a bit.

 


"You're sweating," Finn noticed, worried.

 


"Yeah, Imma bit hot." When Kurt was dry Finn pulled the big shirt over him. "'t smells like you."

 


"Well, it's mine," the big brother chuckled. Next were the sweat pants. Finn helped him in and sat Kurt on the toilet seat.

 

"I will brush your hair, 'kay?"

 


Kurt nodded, looking down at his clothed legs. "They don't smell like Blaine anymore," he whispered.

 


"What?"

 


"Blaine's pants. They don't smell like Blaine." Kurt sniffed. "I don't know if I can do it without him." The first tears began to roll down his cheeks. "I need him with me. I can't raise a child on my own!" He wiped the tears away when Finn crouched down.

 


"Kurt."

 


"No!"

 


"Kurt!" Finn shook his shoulders. "You can do it, believe me! You will be a great father!"

 


Kurt didn't listen and continued to cry. Finn didn't know what to do to calm him down...

 


Someone knocked on the door. "Is he dressed?" Asked Brody behind the door.

 


"Yes," answered Finn.

 


Brody opened the door. He looked down at a crying Kurt and up at Finn, "Is he okay?"

 


"Yah, I think, hope so, just emotional, y'know?" Finn looked worried down at his brother, ruffling the brushed hair.

 


The music theater student nodded in understanding. "Well, Rachel called a girl named Quinn and she said, she will come to the clinic later and Kurt should drink cold water or suck on ice cubes if his temperature is too high." Finn looked down at a still sobbing Kurt, holding his belly and crying out for Blaine. His face was already wet from sweat again.

 


"Okay, help me carry him over to the living room."

 


They steered Kurt to the couch, lying him on his side.

 


"Why is he crying?" Rachel asked directing the camera on Kurt. "Does it hurt so much? I won't ever have kids if it will hurt!" Brody brought ice cubes, while Finn dabbed off the sweat and tears on Kurt's face.

 


"He is crying because he wants Blaine here with him," Finn stated.

 


"Oh, Kurt," Rachel gave Brody the camera, moving into view and smiling at it, then she turned to Kurt to dramatically hold his hand. "You should forget him," she winked at the camera, trying an earnest face.

 


"FUCK YOU RACHEL!" Kurt yelled at her. "Don't think I don't know you have a box marked as 'When it's back in fashion' with all your ugly animal sweaters. I want Blaine! I will always want him! I need him!" Kurt began to sobb again and turned away from the camera, hiding his face in the fabric of the couch.

 


Rachel visible shocked, faced the camera again, "I appreciate your drama but don't let us get personal. Or I would have to tell Finn, that you have a creepy Blaine-facebook-stalker-photoalbum in your dresser."

 


Brody lowered the camera. Kurt stopped crying but didn't turn around to tell Rachel off. Finn raised him himself from next to Kurt and took the camera from Brody.

 


He stared at the floor while talking, "Rachel. You know, I really loved you when were still in school and we almost married. But we didn't. We're not together anymore and the only real thing bonding us together today, is Kurt.

"I love Kurt. He is something like my baby brother, y'know? ...I was never so disappointed in you ever before. Please go to your room or where ever but leave this room, immediately. Kurt only needs his family right now."

 


Rachel wanted to object but Brody was pulling her already to the bedrooms, shaking his head at her buts and closed the door behind them.

 


Kurt turned around, facing Finn, cracking a, "Thank You."

 

He made grabby hands for the camera.

 


"We will delete the part, later. I promise."

 


"No, you won't do that. It was like trashy like reality TV. It's okay. It's a concept we can work with. And that was Rachel. Did you really think she would be able to not make scene when there is a camera in sight? Even if today is about my child? She needs the focus, and even if she is mad now, she loved the attention she got out of it.

 


"And I am not ashamed about my Blaine book. It's my way to cope. Dad did the same when Mom died. He wrote her almost everyday. I read it a few years ago. It was like when I was young and Mom and I sat at the kitchen table, waiting for Dad to come home from work. When he came home, they would chat while I tried to do my homework." He smiled at the memory.

 


He gulped, looking up at his big brother. "I love him so much. Even now. Did you know that I never said goodbye to him? I packed my things and was gone, because I couldn't stand in front of him and lie. I let his parents do that."

 


"Kurt-"

 


"And, I believe, we will see each other some day again, and then I will tell him about his son and he will love him. For sure."

 


Finn took Kurt's hand in his. "Don't you ever want to fall in love again," he asked.

 


Kurt smiled bright at his brother, his whole face lighting up. "Take the camera and record me!" Finn took the camera and looked at the display.

 


"Kurt, we were recording the whole time."

 


Kurt waved that away. "Doesn't matter. RACHEL! RACHEL! RACHEL! COME OUT!"

 


Rachel ran from her room, looking like awaiting a murder case, "What happened?"

 


"I have the perfect song!" Kurt clapped in his hands, full of excitement.

 


Her eyes became big, "The perfect song?"

 


"Perfect song?" Asked Finn and Brody.

 


"Yeeeeees!" He jumped up and down on his seat one hand cradling his big belly. "We have to sing together, come here!" He patted the place next to him and Rachel sat down, confused. "Guess!"

 


She thought for a moment about it. Kurt wouldn't sing a cliché baby song for today. It should be special and be a metaphor to his life. "I really don't know," she gave in, pouting.

 


He patted her knee. "Hint no. 1. Finn asked me, 'Don't you ever want to fall in love again?'"

 


He grinned at her, and she went back to think of the song possibilities. "Oh my God," she said after a moment. "Do you mean?- Oh my God! We have to sing!" She hugged him and they jumped together on their seats.

 


"What is happening right now?" Asked Brody.

 


"They just made up." Finn shook his head.

 


"I can't believe you had an epiphany thanks to Finn!" Rachel laughed.

 


"Me too!" They hugged again.

 


Finn went over to the CD collcetion, "What do you want?" He asked, looking through CDs, maybe finding out alone what they were talking about.

 


"Look for C under Chenoweth, Kristin. Promises, Promises, Track no. 19," told him Kurt, He tried to sit up straighter, rubbing over the hard belly.

 


While Finn looked for the CD, Rachel began to talk again. "Kurt, I am sorry. It wasn't my place to say something like that. I didn't mean it, I-"

 


Kurt shushed her, "It's okay. Just note that animal sweaters will never be fashionable, again."

 


Brody fixed the camera at them and Kurt looked directly at it, smiling the best he could, "Hi Baby. Today will be your birthday. Except if the labor will take about 13 hours, then your birthday will be tomorrow. I already love you and have a thousand emberassing petnames for you. You will hate them all. We will watch this movie every year on your birthday, just so you know!

 


"I want you to grow up good and healthy. Take your dreams by heart and hand. Be everything you want, play football, or piano, or do both. Find love, write a novel, travel the world, go to Ohio or plant a tree.

 


"Be happy. Be yourself! I love you and I love your father and one day, I will tell you our story and then you will understand this song.

 


"-I feel like I am recording a crossover show of Friends and Dawson's Creek, today! Heh.


"You are everything I ever wanted and no matter how much I am freaking out today, or I already did, you are the most precious thing to me. This song is for you and your father."

 


Kurt nodded at Finn who pressed play. The sound of a guitar began to play and a moment later Kurt began to sing.

 

 

Kurt:

 

What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
That's what you get for all your trouble.
I'll never fall in love again.
I'll never fall in love again.

 

 

What do you get when you kiss a guy?
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia.
After you do, he'll never phone you.
I'll never fall in love again.
I'll never fall in love again.

 

 

Don't tell me what is all about,
'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out,
Out of those chains, those chains that bind you
That is why I'm here to remind you

 

 

What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So far at least until tomorrow

 

 

Rachel and Kurt:

 

I'll never fall in love again.
I'll never fall in love again.

 

 

Rachel:

 

What do you get when you give your heart?
You get it all broken up and battered
That's what you get, a heart that's shattered

 

 

Rachel and Kurt:

 

I'll never fall in love again!
I'll never fall in love again!

 

 

Rachel:

 

Don't tell me what it's all about
'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out
Out of those chains, those chains that bind you

 

 

Kurt:

 

 

That is why I'm here to remind you.

 

 

Rachel and Kurt:

 

What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So, for at least, until tomorrow
I'll never fall in love again
Oh, I'll never fall in love again

 

 

The music faded out. Kurt embraced his Belly like it was the most important thing in this universe and gave Rachel a hug again, whispering, "Thank You," in her ear.

 


The beautiful moment was ruined as a new contraction came, setting Kurt in big pain.

 


"I will call the doctor and you will get his bag," Finn told Rachel. "And then we will be on our way to the hospital!" They all hurried to finish all left tasks, calling the doctor again, then Burt to tell him everything is still fine and that there isn't a new Hummel, yet.

 


Brody carried Kurt down to the Navigator and sat him in the back row, Finn following behind to sit with his brother. Rachel had his bag secure in her lap when Brody started the car and drove them to the hospital.

 


In between Quinn called and told Rachel she will be there in a hour or so and Kurt should try to relax.

 


Burt called them when they almost reached the hospital and asked for Kurt.

 


"Hi Dad!" Kurt tried to sound happy and not in pain.

 


"Kurt. I know you. Stop pretending. I know you must feel worse than you let yourself sound." Rachel got the camera out, again and filmed Kurt while his talk. He didn't even notice. "How are you really?"

 


Kurt let out a shuddering breath, caressing his belly where he knew is lying his boy's head. "I am afraid, Daddy. So, so, so afraid." Tears began to form in his eyes and he tried to hold them back. "I sang with Rachel a song and it made me stronger, and I know, I want my babyboy but I am afraid of becoming a bad father, or not to be enough for my child. And it hurts. The panic hurts so much, more than the labor. Not knowing what you can be for your child is horrible. I feel so weak and I wish, I had him here with me and be there for our child. What if something happens with me?"

 


Burt sighed. "Stop. You are hysteric. Everything will be fine. You have so many people who love you and who'll love your kid. It's all going to be fine. 'kay? Now do your breathing thing. Y'know this HE-HE-HO crap they teached you. Carole and I will board soon. We will talk about your and your son's future later, 'kay?"

 


The pregnant boy exhaled, loudly. "Thanks, Dad."

 


"I love you, Kiddo."

 


"Love you too, Dad. See you soon." He shut the phone and moved closer to Finn's side.


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This was really good. It was nice to see a little of Kurt and Blaine's relationship before he became pregnant and to get an idea of why he decided to leave and not tell Blaine. I am still looking forward to learning more about why he made the decision he did and how Blaine deals with what he finds out. It was also really great to see how Kurt, Finn, Rachel and Brody coexisted together before the baby was born and to see Burt and Carole play a part in the chapter as well. I am curious to see why Rachel and Finn seem to be angry with Blaine when it seems at the moment like Blaine really had no clue why Kurt left him. I look forward to reading the next chapter of this awesome story.

Thank You! Next part will be up in a few hours...I already wrote everything you are curious about except for the why Finchel is angry with Blaine. That will be a lot later explained because I need it for further plot everything else like why Kurt left will come in the next parts.