Chapter Three: Glease

Fourteen Weeks Pregnant

The Hudmels had just sat down for their weekly Friday night dinner when the doorbell rang. Burt furrowed his eyebrows. Carole and Finn had the same puzzled expression on their faces.

“Are you expecting anyone?” he asked them both.

“Not tonight,” Carole answered.

“Maybe it's a girl scout,” Finn suggested, perking up.

“It's not cookie season, honey,” Carole said with a fond smile.

The doorbell sounded again, followed by rapid knocking. Burt sighed, pushing away from the table.

“I better see who it is,” he muttered as he ambled out of the room.

The doorbell rang one last time before Burt could open the door. He unlocked it and swung the door inward to reveal his son's boyfriend, complete with luggage.

“Blaine? What're you doing here?” Burt asked in surprise.

Carole entered the hallway the second she heard Blaine's name. She gasped when she saw him, pulling the boy into her arms. His eyes were red from crying and tears were streaming down his cheeks. There were several suitcases behind him and cardboard boxes could be seen in the backseat of his Prius.

“Oh, honey,” Carole said sadly. She maneuvered Blaine through the house to the living room. Settling on the couch, she pulled Blaine down beside her and cradled his head to her chest. Carole could feel the tears soaking through her shirt as she carded her hand through his hair, loosening the gel. “What happened?”

“He kicked me out,” Blaine sobbed against her chest.

Burt's features hardened instantly. He left Carole to tend to Blaine and went to fetch Finn from the kitchen. Finn looked up from his dinner plate when Burt entered.

“What's going on?” he asked around a mouthful of casserole.

“Blaine's father kicked him out,” Burt said angrily. “Come help me with his things. He shouldn't lift anything when he's pregnant.”

“Sure,” Finn answered immediately to Burt's slight surprise. Normally, Finn would protest anything that came in between him and food.

The two men carried Blaine's luggage and the cardboard boxes up the stairs to Kurt's room. Once everything was in the house, Finn returned to the kitchen to finish eating and Burt walked into the living room. Blaine and Carole weren't there anymore.

“Carole?” Burt called out.

“In here, honey,” Carole answered.

Burt followed the sound of her voice to the small downstairs bathroom. The sound of retching and the smell of vomit stopped him in the doorway.

“You have to stop crying, sweetheart,” Carole said softly. She rubbed Blaine's back as she knelt beside him on the floor. Blaine was hugging the toilet like it was a lifeline. “You're making yourself sick.”

The words meant to comfort had the opposite effect. Blaine sobbed out, “I'm sorry!”

“Hush, now, there's nothing to be sorry about,” Carole assured him.

Burt opened the cabinet under the sink and found a washcloth. He ran it under cold water and passed it to Carole, who wiped Blaine's face and neck down. When Blaine went several minutes without vomiting, Carole helped him to his feet.

“Let's get you settled upstairs,” Carole suggested.

Blaine allowed the couple to steer him up the stairs to Kurt's bedroom. Burt pulled the covers down so Blaine could settle on the bed. Carole opened one of his suitcases and gave him a pair of pajamas. She helped him change after Burt had disappeared back down the stairs. As she was tucking him into bed, Burt reappeared with a can of ginger ale and a sleeve of saltine crackers. He opened the can and stuck a straw into the opening.

“Here you go, kiddo,” Burt said, offering the can to Blaine.

Blaine took the can gratefully and took small sips. When he was done, Burt sat the can on the nightstand and gave him the crackers.

“Get some rest, sweetheart,” Carole told him. “We're right downstairs if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” Blaine whispered.

Carole pressed a kiss to his forehead before pulling Burt out of the room. Once in the privacy of the hallway, they turned to face each other.

“What are we going to do?” Carole asked.

“I have to call Kurt,” Burt answered.

Carole nodded, watching as Burt disappeared into their bedroom. She joined Finn in the kitchen, finishing her dinner even though she had lost her appetite.

K/B

Kurt took the news as well as Burt expected. He booked the next flight to Columbus, called Isabelle and quit his internship without giving a two weeks' notice. Thankfully, Isabelle understood when Kurt explained the circumstances and made him promise if he ever moved back to New York to contact her. Before he knew it, Rachel was dropping him off at the airport and promising to pack his things for him and to visit for the William McKinley High School performance of Grease.

When Kurt arrived at the house, it was just after three in the morning. Utterly exhausted, he used his key to unlock the front door. As quietly as he could, he crept through the house and up to his bedroom. Blaine was lying on his side, crying in his sleep.

“Baby, wake up,” Kurt said soothingly as he gently shook his shoulder.

Blaine jolted upright. His eyes grew wide when he saw his boyfriend.

“Kurt?” he asked in disbelief. “What're you doing here?”

“My dad called me,” Kurt said, raising one hand to cup Blaine's cheek. “I caught the next flight out to Columbus.”

“You shouldn't have left,” Blaine said dismally. “What about your internship?”

“You are much more important than the internship,” Kurt said. His hand dropped to Blaine's stomach. He pushed the fabric of his pajama top out of the way and laid a hand across his belly. He was pleased to see Blaine's stomach protruding a bit. “And so is our baby.”

“I'm so glad you're here,” Blaine admitted.

Kurt pulled Blaine into his arms. Blaine buried his head in the crook of Kurt's neck, breathing in the comforting scent of him.

“There's nowhere else I'd rather be,” Kurt said sincerely.

Blaine pulled away from Kurt, only to kiss his mouth hard. Caught off guard, Kurt's mouth opened in surprise. Blaine's tongue immediately slipped between his parted lips. Kurt moaned, kissing him back fervently. Then he remembered what had transpired hours before and pushed Blaine away.

“No, baby,” Kurt said. “Not like this.”

“Please, Kurt,” Blaine pleaded. “I need this. I need you. I know there's no lost love between my father and myself. Please, show me that you love me.”

How could Kurt say no to that? He nodded, his hand curling around Blaine's neck. He kissed him lovingly while pushing him onto his back. Blaine pulled Kurt on top of him, groaning when the full weight of their bodies were pressed together. Kurt knew there was not much he could do about Blaine's father kicking him out, but he could do this for him. He could remind Blaine of how much he was loved, needed, and appreciated.

K/B

Kurt settled back into life in Lima. He worked full-time at his father's garage to save money for the things they would need for the baby. He drove Blaine to and from school every day, and sometimes even dropped in to watch the Grease rehearsals. Kurt kept Rachel updated on the status of the play and was looking forward to seeing her.

News of Blaine's living situation spread like wildfire, along with the pregnancy. He was left alone for the most part, but Blaine could feel the eyes of his peers on him everywhere he went. Male pregnancies were not rare in the least but teenage male pregnancies were. Blaine did his best to hold his head high and ignore the whispers about him. The glee club was supportive and that was all that mattered to Blaine. He had his friends and he knew they would have his back no matter what.

Tuesday came around and with it the news that Marley Rose's costume no longer fit. The girl was mortified. Blaine had startled Kurt with his reaction. Instead of urging Marley to lose weight, he took her hand and laid it on his slight bump of a stomach.

“You're not the only one who can't fit into their clothes,” Blaine assured her.

Marley smiled, hugging Blaine before she left. He hoped he had helped her. Kurt promised him he had.

Wednesday passed into Thursday and opening night had finally arrived. Kurt dropped Blaine off for school that day and went to the garage to work. Shortly before five he went home, showered and ate a quick dinner with Burt and Carole. Blaine and Finn were still at the school. Then Kurt picked Rachel up on his way back to the school for the performance.

Walking down the familiar hallways, Rachel prattled on about autographs while Kurt barely listened. Sometimes, he just could not understand Rachel Berry.

“Look!” Kurt exclaimed, stopping in his tracks in the hall. “It's your locker next to my locker.”

“Isn't this where you got out of a date with Mercedes by saying you had a thing for me?” Rachel asked with a grin.

Kurt rolled his eyes. She would bring that up. Things had changed drastically since then. Now Kurt was out and proud; he had a boyfriend and a baby on the way.

“It still stings my heart,” a familiar voice said from behind them.

“Mercedes!” Rachel cried.

The three exchanged embraces, glad to see their old friends.

“I'm so glad you're here to see the musical,” Mercedes said. “These kids have worked hard.”

“How are you? Tell us everything,” Rachel demanded.

“Life is busy,” Mercedes said. “I'm balancing UCLA classes with recording back-up vocals. Life is good. Let's talk about you and Blaine.”

“What about us?” Kurt asked.

“Come on, Kurt,” Mercedes said knowingly. “You're having a baby.”

Kurt couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face. Rachel bumped her hip against him and he laughed.

“It's surprising to say the least,” Kurt said. “But I'm excited.”

“You'll be wonderful fathers,” Rachel stated.

“The best,” Mercedes agreed.

“I hope so,” Kurt said.

Mercedes was called back to the choir room; Rachel and Kurt meandered backstage to see their friends before the show.

Blaine saw them first and was instantly by Kurt's side. He hugged Rachel before kissing Kurt chastely. Kurt wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling Blaine into his side. His other hand came to rest on Blaine's belly.

“It's good to see you, Rachel,” Blaine said. One of his hands joined Kurt's over his stomach and their fingers automatically laced together.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world,” Rachel said, her eyes dropping to Blaine's stomach. Before she could ask about the baby, Finn caught sight of them.

“Rachel,” he said as he strode towards the trio.

“Finn, how are you?” she asked casually.

“Good, surprised to see you,” he answered. “How are you?”

“I'm good,” Rachel said, “just busy.”

An awkward silence was threatening to follow over them. Kurt came to her rescue.

“Rachel has her first big audition for an off-Broadway show next week,” Kurt said proudly.

“Wow, that's awesome. Congratulations,” Finn responded meaningfully. This time an awkward silence followed. “Look, I know this is weird. But the four of us have a history between us. It's cool that you came to see our show. We're proud of it.”

“We should find our seats,” Rachel said.

Finn walked away slowly. Kurt pressed another kiss to Blaine's lips.

“Don't overdo it,” he said.

“I won't,” he promised.

“I'll find you when it's over,” Kurt told him. He kissed his cheek and followed Rachel into the auditorium.

Kurt and Rachel had been seated for a while when a shadow fell over them. He looked up and was shocked to find Giordana Anderson standing beside him.

“Mrs. Anderson, what're you doing here?” Kurt asked. He was not pleased to see Blaine's mother. She had done nothing to stop her husband from evicting her pregnant teenage son from their house. The news had surprised him as Giordana had always been supportive of their relationship and her son's sexuality, even though Donal was not.

“I'm here to support my son and fix the mess my husband created,” she said.

Kurt was shocked. He did not know she had nothing to do with Blaine's eviction. He gestured for Rachel to move down a seat so Giordana could join them.

“What Donal did was not right,” Giordana said after she sat. “He won't admit it but he regrets it. Blaine caught him off guard and he was only able to think of the embarrassment that a teenage pregnancy would bring the family. But I told him if Blaine left, I left.”

“You did?” Kurt asked in surprise.

“I love my son, Kurt. I'm not perfect by any means but I have always done everything within my power to make my sons happy. Blaine's sexuality is hard for Donal to accept and the pregnancy even harder. Surely, you can understand that.”

“I do understand they are hard things to accept, Mrs. Anderson, but I will never understand how a man who claims to love his son can kick him out when he's fourteen weeks pregnant.”

“Donal knows he was wrong. I'm here to bring Blaine back home.”

“I won't go,” a voice said, startling the trio.

“Blaine,” Giordana said softly when she saw her son. She stood up, arms outstretched to embrace him.

“No,” he said, taking a step back. “The Hummels took me in when I needed them, when my father kicked me out. I won't go back to that house.”

“Blaine, please-”

“I have to go,” Blaine interrupted. He turned and disappeared backstage before anyone could stop him.

Kurt sighed unhappily. He moved to follow him but the lights fell and Rachel tugged him back into his seat.

“Later,” she whispered to him.

Blaine played an extra in most scenes and Kurt kept a careful eye on him. Blaine did not look out at the audience once, knowing if he did he would break down. Finally the moment of his performance was upon him. He changed into the clothes Tina had let out to accommodate his baby bump. Blaine knew he would have to go shopping for paternity clothes soon. He had gotten by the past week by wearing looser jeans and bigger shirts but he couldn't keep that up forever.

As he walked down the stairs towards Sugar, he purposely averted his eyes from the center of the room. But as he plopped down on the couch, he had to find Kurt. His eyes found him easily enough. Tears formed behind Blaine's eyes and he pushed them back as he continued to sing. He would not break down during the musical. He refused to.

Kurt wished he could rush backstage and hold Blaine, but he stayed where he was. He knew if he even tried Rachel would force him to stay. The musical was coming to an end and Kurt found himself missing the bright lights of the stage. He imagined himself on stage singing with Blaine in his own leather jacket during “You're The One That I Want.” Rachel ran out of the auditorium during the standing ovation. Kurt was torn between finding her and going backstage to find Blaine. Ultimately, the decision was made for him when he ventured backstage and Blaine was nowhere to be found. Will Schuester caught sight of Kurt and gave his congratulations on the baby. He asked if he had seen Finn and Kurt promised if he saw him he would relay the message that he wanted to see Finn in the choir room. Rachel and Finn were in the hallway outside the auditorium when Kurt found them.

“Mr. Schue wants to see you in the choir room,” he told Finn.

Finn told Rachel goodbye and walked away, leaving the two of them in the empty hall.

“Are you okay?” Kurt asked her.

“I just want to go home,” Rachel answered as she walked towards him.

“I thought this was home,” Kurt countered.

“It doesn't feel like it anymore,” Rachel argued.

“Blaine, I need to talk to you!” Giordana's voice rang out.

Kurt looked up to see Blaine running towards him. His mother was following him.

“I'm not interested,” Blaine said simply. He took Kurt's hand and tugged him further down the hallway. Rachel walked ahead of them, not wanting to intrude.

“Please, Blaine, just hear me out,”Giordana begged.

“What are you going to tell me?” Blaine demanded harshly, spinning on his heels to face his mother. “That Dad wasn't serious when he kicked me out? That he's sorry? That he loves me? Do you think that matters?”

“Yes,” Giordana answered.

“It doesn't,” Blaine told her. “Dad kicked me out with nowhere to go when I'm fourteen weeks pregnant. He didn't care about me or my baby that night. So excuse me if I find it hard to believe you now when you say he cares.”

“Blaine, please-”

“No, Mom. You could have found me that night. You could have asked me to come home then. It's been a week. I'm staying at the Hummel's.”

Blaine didn't say another word before he spun around and strode out of the hallway. Kurt gave Giordana a sympathetic look before he ran after his boyfriend. He knew Giordana was only trying to make things right and he wanted to help her, but not if the price was Blaine. Kurt would not lose his boyfriend and his baby.

That night when Blaine begged Kurt to make love to him, Kurt didn't hesitate.