“Must be weird being back at school after all that time in the hospital,” Kurt commented as he walked Blaine to Glee club.  “I'm glad you're back.  I missed you.”

“Mm hm.”

Kurt sighed.  “Blaine, please.  I'm trying, okay?  But it's a lot to take in.  I gave my blood sample at the lab on the way to school, didn't I?”

“Because you're trying to prove you're not my baby's father.”  Blaine stopped at his locker, turning the combination lock while looking pointedly away.  “You should just know you are, Kurt,” he said unreasonably.  

Kurt felt his face heat up, as a little voice inside him kept telling him just that, kept wanting to believe it, kept whispering little girl names and suggesting what a baby of his and Blaine's would look like.

Blaine continued, “You shouldn't even have to have proof.  But if you need it, you need it.  Once the test comes back, you and I can discuss this whole thing rationally and decide together what we should do.  You're only delaying the inevitable because you don't want to accept the truth.”  He opened his locker and extracted a folder, flipping it open and glancing over it.  

“I think you're the one being unreasonable,” Kurt insisted, ignoring the strangely paternal voice inside him.  “I mean really.  How can I have knocked you up just by holding your hand and a statue at the same time?”

“We've been over this,” Blaine groaned.  He slammed the door. “The icons, Kurt.  The lightning that no one else saw.”

“Except Quinn,” Kurt pointed out, gesturing down the hall where Quinn, perfect and pristine and pretty in her tiny cheerleading outfit, was leaning against a locker talking to Santana and Brittany.  “You might as well say she's the father, she was there too, right?”

Blaine's face went ashen, and Kurt bit his lip.  “Blaine, I'm … I'm not trying to make light of your feelings, I'm just - -”

“You're right.  She … she might be the mother.  She was there.  She felt the lightning.”  Blaine looked completely crushed.  “Oh, Kurt!  If … if she's the other parent, I don't know what I'll do!  That changes everything,” he wailed.  “This was supposed to be something of ours.”

“She's not the father, Blaine, I was just making a point - - “

Blaine was already halfway down the hallway, determinedly approaching Quinn.  “Wait,” Kurt called frantically, but Blaine was politely tapping Quinn on the arm and the two of them were walking into a small side hallway to chat.  Kurt hurried over.

“ - - so, will you go to the lab and take the test too?” Blaine was finishing.  Quinn flickered a quizzical glance over at Kurt.

“Quinn, just … just ignore him, okay?  Of course nobody thinks you're the baby's … father.  There's no such thing as spontaneous conception without … er … sex.”

Quinn smiled softly.  “Well, there is,” she murmured, pulling at her cross on a chain around her neck.  “My church calls it the Virgin Birth …  But it was a pretty big deal. It was two thousand years ago and people are still talking about it.”

“This baby isn't Jesus and God isn't its father,” Kurt said.  “I still say there's some scientific explanation that we haven't hit on yet.  The DNA test I'm taking should help solve the puzzle for Blaine.”

Blaine shook his head. “Maybe, but if Quinn is the mother, then that's also proof it was Ariadne's power that made the baby, and … maybe, it's kind of like Quinn donated an egg somehow.  But it's still kind of ours, I guess, since we were holding hands and that's how I got the shock.  You'd still be part of it, in a way,” Blaine said, desperately grasping at straws now.  He started weeping softly, his face exhausted.  “Please just have the test, Quinn, so I can know. I promise I won't ask anything from you if … if it's you.  I just have to know what's happening to me.”

Quinn's eyes softened, and she reached to hug Blaine tightly, rubbing his back and shushing him gently.  “Okay, Blaine.  I'll go to the hospital lab and have the test after school, I promise.”  She let him go and leaned back, wiping the tears from his tired eyes with a kleenex.  “Take it easy, okay?  I promise it will be okay.”  

Blaine nodded, “Thank you, Quinn.  I… I think I want to go to the bathroom … I'll meet you at glee club.”  Kurt reached out and stopped him, softly kissing him on the cheek.  Blaine smiled a little wetly and continued on his way.

As Blaine moved out of earshot, Kurt murmured to Quinn, “He usually doesn't cry much - - not like yours truly, the human faucet.  He's just going through a lot.  It's going to be hard on him when the test shows I'm not related to the baby, but you see how he lit on that idea of you being a mystical egg donor to get around it.  It's just as well if you can take the blood test and cut that off at the pass.”

“Well, if taking the DNA test can help somehow, I'll be glad to do it.”  

Kurt was about to answer when a shout rang out from down the hall.

“Hey faggot!”  Azimio Adams was catcalling Blaine.  “What're you crying about, you fucking fat homo!”   He and the football team were surrounding Blaine, towering over him.  Blaine stubbornly refused to answer and tried to brush past Azimio.  Kurt felt the world slow down to a standstill when Azimio reached out and shoved Blaine, hard, and his beautiful boyfriend crashed sideways into a locker and slipped to one knee,  instinctively turning and clutching his belly protectively.  Kurt's vision blurred suddenly with fury.

Somehow his books were falling to the ground and he was racing across the hallway, shoving past onlookers and landing a lucky punch across Azimio's face, then another, then another, in a rain of blows, his rage urging him on.  Nobody touched Blaine, especially not … not when he couldn't defend himself.  Nobody.  He screamed it at Azimio's bloodied face.  “You touch him again, any of you - - and I end you!”

He gasped for breath, and realized Blaine was looking up, his jaw dropped, and the football players were taken aback - - but only briefly.  He could hear Quinn screaming for Coach Sylvester as they advanced, and quickly positioned himself in front of Blaine to shield him.  

Thankfully, Sue and Beiste were there in time, shoving the bullies aside and dispersing the crowd.

“Okay, Superman,” Sue remarked.  “Take Lois Lane here and get to glee club, if that's where you're going.”  

Kurt helped Blaine to his feet, and helped gather his books.  “Are you up to Glee today?” he whispered, pulling him close suddenly.  “I - -I'm so tired,” he admitted, feeling exhaustion setting in after the adrenaline rush faded.  He felt trembly and light-headed now, and Blaine looked at him, worried.

“Here, drink this,” Blaine urged, pulling a juice box from his messenger bag.

“I don't need it,” Kurt protested weakly, but soon he let Blaine sit him down on a nearby step and hand him the box.

“You were so brave,” Blaine murmured, stroking Kurt's back.  “It was so hot.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, and continued to suck on the ridiculous tiny straw, the juice and the loving attention making him feel better already.

“Let's blow off Glee and go home to my place,” Blaine purred, slipping his arms around Kurt and mouthing at his neck, making Kurt's toes curl pleasantly.  “I think we should both … lie down.  And then I can blow something else to say thanks, my big strong hero. You saved me and our little girl.”  Blaine rubbed his little swollen belly, and gazed up at Kurt, who couldn't resist that adoring look.  After glancing around he leaned in for an open-mouthed, deep kiss, before jumping up and pulling Blaine by the hand to run out the door and his car to drive home as soon as their cars could take them.