Chapter Four: Dynamic Duets

Fifteen Weeks Pregnant

“The Secret Society of Superheroes Club is called to order. The purpose of this club is to fight injustice, to right what is wrong and to preserve truth, justice and peace in the halls of McKinley High,” Blaine said seriously. “First order of business: roll call!”

Everyone took turns introducing themselves with their superhero alias and stating their super power. Tina was Asian Persuasion and had the power of manipulation. Sam was the Blonde Chameleon and his super power was impersonations. Joe was known as Tarantula Head and Sugar was Sweet ‘N' Spicy.

Satisfied, Blaine continued with the meeting. “Second order of business, we have new members to introduce to our ranks.”

Artie, Brittany, and Becky entered the room. They were each dressed in a superhero costume. After the three introduced themselves, Blaine welcomed them. Suddenly his phone went off.

“What's this?” he asked. “A message came through to my night phone.” He opened the message and read aloud. “‘Have you talked to your dad?' I've already told you, Asian Persuasion, that phone is only supposed to be for emergencies. And you can't use your powers of manipulation to coax me into speaking with my father. So stop trying.”

Dottie Kazatori ran into the room before Tina could push the issue.

“What is it, Chai Tea?” Blaine asked, springing to his feet.

“Emergency in the choir room!” she exclaimed.

Instantly the club was on their feet and running through the halls to the choir room. Blaine's legs turned to jelly and he gripped the piano to hold himself up. His head swam and his vision blurred.

“Blaine, are you okay?” Sam asked in concern. He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.

“I'm fine,” Blaine said, waving Sam off. “What was the emergency, Chai Tea?”

“Someone took your Nationals trophy and left a laptop in its place,” Dottie said, pointing towards the trophy case.

“Who would leave a laptop?” Artie asked.

“Someone rich,” Blaine stated, “someone who wanted to send us a message. Tina, press play.”

Blaine slumped onto the piano bench, watching the computer screen as the video played. He would recognize that blazer anywhere. The Warblers had stolen their trophy.

K/B

That afternoon in glee practice, Finn welcomed Ryder Lynn and Kitty Wilde to the glee club. Tina was not enthusiastic about the new members. Blaine was glad Finn did not buy into the drama and instead refocused the club on the issue of Sectionals. However, Finn's idea of singing songs by foreigners in a foreign language dressed in foreign clothes was ridiculous.

“Finn, we're National champions now,” Blaine pointed out. “We need to exceed all expectations so if that's your best idea I don't think we'll stand a chance.”

Looking around the room, Blaine suddenly felt very tired of the antics of his peers. He got to his feet and strode halfway across the room before Finn called out to him.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I'm going to get our trophy back from the Warblers,” Blaine announced, “the one you haven't even noticed is missing.”

Blaine made it to the doorway before he had to stop, gripping the doorframe with both hands. Sam was instantly by his side.

“Are you dizzy again?” Sam asked.

Blaine nodded, which was a mistake as his head swam and nausea rose up. He swayed on his feet. Sam wrapped an arm around his waist and guided him to a chair Tina pulled up behind them.

“Put your head between your knees,” Sam told him.

Tina looked at him in surprise.

“What? My mom got light-headed when she was pregnant with my brother and sister,” Sam explained.

Blaine did as he was told and waited for the dizzy sensation to pass. When it had he attempted to stand but Sam pushed him back.

“Where do you think you're going?” he asked.

“To Dalton,” Blaine answered.

“Kurt would kill me if I let you go anywhere but home,” Sam said with a shake of his head. “Come on, I'll drive you home.”

Blaine sighed but knew Sam was right. He was in no fit state to drive all the way to Westerville this afternoon. Not to mention Kurt would have a fit if he tried. Finn must have texted Kurt because he was waiting for him outside when Sam pulled up outside the Hudmel house.

“Are you okay?” he asked, opening the door and helping Blaine out of the car. “What happened?”

“I'm fine,” Blaine assured him. “I just got a little dizzy is all.”

“Thank you for bringing him home, Sam,” Kurt said. He wrapped an arm around Blaine's waist and led him towards the house. “I can take it from here.”

“Let me know if you guys need anything,” Sam said as he climbed back into his car.

Kurt helped Blaine into the house and onto the couch. Blaine stretched out on one side, pulling Kurt down to lay beside him. Kurt faced Blaine, one hand cupping his face.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked.

“Much better now that you're here,” Blaine answered, rubbing his nose against Kurt's. He yawned widely. Reaching up to the back of the couch, he pulled a blanket down to cover them. “Mmm, naptime.”

“Sleep, sweetheart,” Kurt whispered. “I'll be here when you wake up.”

Blaine closed his eyes obediently, knowing when he opened them later Kurt would be the first thing he saw.

K/B

The next day, Kurt insisted that Blaine stay home. They spent the early hours of the morning together until Kurt had to leave to open the shop with his dad. After lying in bed for an hour missing Kurt, Blaine dressed quickly and made the two-hour drive to Westerville. Dalton had not changed since Blaine's departure. He walked down the spiral staircase, reminiscing about the moment he met Kurt. He was torn from his memory when he caught sight of Sebastian standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Sebastian,” Blaine said as he drew closer. “I should have known.”

“It wasn't me, I swear,” Sebastian confessed. “I turned over a new leaf, remember? No more bullying, blackmail or assault this year.”

“Wow, that must be boring for you,” Blaine said as he continued on his way past Sebastian. He wasn't surprised to hear the other boy following him.

“I heard your life is decidedly not boring,” Sebastian said with a raised eyebrow.

Blaine's hand caressed his stomach. The cardigan he wore hid his baby bump well but Blaine knew it was there and could feel the way his stomach had hardened.

“It's true,” Blaine commented. “Kurt and I are having a baby.”

“Congratulations,” Sebastian said. “I really mean it. After everything you two have been through you deserve to be happy.”

“Thank you,” Blaine said genuinely. “That means a lot coming from you.”

“He's waiting for you in the library,” Sebastian said, changing the subject.

“Who is?” Blaine asked in confusion.

“The guy you're here to see,” Sebastian answered, “the captain of the Warblers.”

“I thought you were captain of the Warblers,” Blaine said.

“Not anymore,” Sebastian said. He motioned for Blaine to enter the room before them.

Without knocking, Blaine pushed open the double doors. He looked around but the room was seemingly empty. At least he thought it was until he heard a voice behind him.

“I knew they'd send you.”

Blaine spun around to see a face he had never seen before.

“Allow me to answer the obvious questions,” the boy said. “My name is Hunter Clarington. I'm the new captain of the Warblers and I'm not even remotely bi-curious.”

“How are you captain of the Warblers when-”

“When you've never seen me before?” Hunter finished for him. “Simple. Dalton gave me a full scholarship to move here from Colorado Springs where I led my military academy choir to a Regionals victory with presidential honors. Now I'm here to kick it up a notch and htat starts with you.”

“That's very intimidating,” Blaine said sarcastically. “Where's the trophy, Hunter?”

Hunter laughed. “Don't worry. It's safe. The trophy was bait. You see, you're a legend here. I like that. So here's my offer. Your little club can have their Nationals trophy back when you rejoin the Warblers.”

Blaine rose his eyebrows. “And why would I ever leave McKinley?”

“Why would you stay?” Hunter countered. “Rumor has it you only transferred to be with Kurt. In fact, I've heard New Directions calls you ‘Blaine Warbler.' They know you don't belong there.”

“We all know the real Blaine, Blaine,” Sebastian said as he entered the room, flanked on either side with other Warblers. “Ambitious, driven, you're a Dalton boy.”

“Present the blazer,” Hunter demanded. One of the Warblers brought forth a pristine, pressed blazer.

“That's not going to work on me,” Blaine said.

“Then why are you afraid to try it on?” Hunter asked.

Blaine discarded his cardigan and set it aside. Hunter's eyes fell to Blaine's slightly protruding belly and he smirked but otherwise did not react. Sebastian slid the blazer up Blaine's arms and over his shoulders.

“Here's the thing, Blaine,” Hunter said, clapping Blaine on the shoulder. “You know that Nationals win was a fluke, just like you know we're going to win at Sectionals. I don't want to see a Dalton legend like you sidelined in your senior year. I want you on the winning side with us.”

“You know what goes great with a Dalton blazer? An impromptu song,” Sebastian suggested.

“No,” Blaine said instantly.

“Come on, Blaine, just one song for your old buddies,” Sebastian tried to persuade him.

“I didn't come here to sing a song,” Blaine said.

The Warblers ignored him and began harmonizing. And before Blaine could quite realize what he was doing he was singing. He had to admit performing with his old friends was fun and he missed the a cappella aspect of the group. But the second the song was over Blaine shrugged off the blazer and threw it to Hunter.

“I'm not leaving McKinley,” Blaine said. His hands caressed his belly once more. “I'm pregnant with Kurt's baby. I'm staying in Lima with him.”

And with that, Blaine turned on his heel and left.

K/B

Blaine told Kurt everything that transpired at Dalton. He agreed that Blaine staying in Lima was a no-brainer but he did try to persuade him to talk to his father. It seemed that was all Kurt wanted to talk about recently but Blaine refused. His father had thrown his pregnant son out of the house with nowhere to go. If he wanted to mend their relationship, he would have to make that first step.

Blaine threw himself into preparation for Sectionals and stealing back the Nationals trophy with Sam's help.

“You should've seen it,” Sam said as they stood in front of the club with the trophy. “It was like Death Star meets Mordor meets Temple of Doom.”

Blaine laughed.

“We have a real fight ahead of us with the Warblers at Sectionals,” Blaine said. He took the trophy from Sam and held it up high in the air. “But I'm not worried. We have the team, we have the talent, and most importantly, we have the leader.”

“Thanks, dude, but give that to me before Kurt kills me,” Finn said, taking the trophy from him. He opened the trophy case and put the trophy back in its rightful place as the club cheered.

“Why would I kill you?” Kurt asked, striding into the room.

“No reason,” Finn said too quickly for Kurt's liking.

The club laughed, causing Kurt to narrow his eyes as he glared at each person. He wrapped his arms around Blaine from behind, his hands caressing his belly.

“Are you ready to go home?” Kurt asked.

“You are my home,” Blaine replied simply.

Kurt rolled his eyes affectionately. “Come on, you sap.”

Blaine laughed, following his boyfriend out of the room. With Kurt's hand in his, he felt like he could take on the world.