Chapter Five: Thanksgiving

Sixteen Weeks Pregnant

“Why didn't you come to McKinley today?” Blaine asked that night as Kurt was finishing up his moisturizing routine. “Didn't you want to see everyone?”

“I'll see them before the week is over,” Kurt said as he finished rubbing cream into his face and twisted the cap back onto the bottle.

“They miss you,” Blaine said as he watched him cross the room to slide under the covers beside him.

“And I miss them,” Kurt answered. “But I have to work as many hours as I can if we want to buy a crib and everything before the baby is born.”

“That's not all,” Blaine insisted. “You're not telling me something. You don't want to see them.”

“It's not that,” Kurt said, falling back against the pillows with a heavy sigh.

“Then what is it?” Blaine asked.

Kurt propped himself up on one arm, facing his lover. “I don't want to hear about all of their big accomplishments during their first year of college. God, that makes me sound like a horrible person.”

“No, it doesn't. It makes you human,” Blaine said with a fond smile. “That'll be us next year.”

“How? We're having a baby,” Kurt reminded him. His hand pushed the sheets down so he could caress Blaine's bare stomach. The skin was hard under his hand and his belly was protruding just a bit more than it had the week prior.

“We've been through this, Kurt,” Blaine said earnestly. His hand covered Kurt's on his stomach, lacing their fingers together. “We're having a baby. That doesn't mean our lives are over.”

“Doesn't it, though?” Kurt questioned. “There is going to be a tiny human being completely dependent upon us for everything. We're going to be fathers.”

“Which does not mean that our dreams won't come true,” Blaine insisted. “They just changed a little. We will still go to New York and go to college.”

“Do you really think that's practical with a baby thrown in the mix?” Kurt asked.

“We'll make it happen, Kurt,” Blaine said. He would not be dissuaded. “We're both going to get into NYADA.”

“It doesn't matter whether we get in or not,” Kurt began.

“Then it won't matter if you apply,” Blaine interrupted.

Kurt sighed.

“Please, just apply. There's no harm in reapplying. It's not like you're committing yourself to the school,” Blaine reasoned with him.

“Fine,” Kurt relented. “I'll reapply.”

“Thank you,” Blaine said. He pressed a chaste kiss to Kurt's lips.

It was true everything was changing with the baby in the picture, but that didn't mean they would be stuck in Lima forever. Blaine was determined to get out of Ohio if it was the last thing he did.

K/B

The next morning, Kurt and Blaine carpooled to school and the garage as usual. Riding with Finn would have made more sense but they enjoyed the private time together. As Kurt pulled into McKinley, Blaine's phone rang. He glanced at it before quickly silencing it.

“That was your mom, wasn't it?” Kurt asked knowingly.

“Please, don't,” Blaine said. He leaned across the center console to kiss Kurt deeply. Kurt allowed himself to be distracted, knowing there was no time for the conversation now. Blaine pulled away and pressed one last quick kiss to Kurt's lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too. I'll see you after school,” Kurt said. He watched Blaine walk up the stairs and into the school before he drove away.

The drive from the school to the garage was quick. Kurt checked his hair in the mirror before climbing out of the car and heading into the garage. He found his father already in his office.

“What's wrong with you?” Burt asked with one glance at his son.

“It's nothing,” Kurt said with a sigh. “I just wish Blaine would talk to his parents. His mom keeps calling him but he either ignores her or lets the call go to voicemail. And when he does listen to the voicemails she leaves he refuses to return her calls.”

“You can't force him to talk to her, Kurt,” Burt said, looking up from the paperwork he was poring over. “You have to let Blaine make his own decisions, even if you think he's making a mistake. That's the only way he will learn in life.”

“You make it sound so easy,” Kurt said unhappily.

“After eighteen years, it should be,” Burt said. “But it isn't.”

The bell sounded as a customer entered the shop and their day began. Kurt was able to distract himself as he worked but by the end of the day, his thoughts were once again on Blaine and his family problems. Kurt knew Blaine would be tired after school, as he often was, and resolved to bring it up after dinner.

Kurt left the shop before Burt, going to pick Blaine up from McKinley. Once at home, Kurt showered while Blaine took a nap before starting on his homework. Kurt cooked dinner as Carole would not be home until later. The night was much like any other but Kurt could not stop his mind from wandering. He managed to keep his thoughts to himself until they had settled into bed. They had retired much earlier than usual but with Blaine in his arms, Kurt didn't care if they went to bed at five o'clock.

They were watching an old Project Runway episode when Blaine's phone rang. He glared at the screen before silencing it.

“You're lucky, you know?” Kurt said when Blaine had settled back into his arms.

“Yeah, real lucky,” Blaine scoffed incredulously. “First, my father refuses to accept my sexuality and when he found out I'm knocked up he kicks me out of the house. It's like I won the parent lottery.”

“You still have a mom,” Kurt said in a strangled voice.

Blaine sat up, looking down at his lover.

“I'm sorry. I didn't think-”

“I know you didn't,” Kurt interrupted him. “And I don't blame you. Yes, your parents have made mistakes and your dad has not always done right by you, but you're lucky, Blaine. Your parents are trying to make things right. Many people don't get that chance. At least your mother is still alive.”

Blaine leaned over Kurt, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I'm sorry. I just don't know if I'm ready to talk to them yet,” Blaine confessed.

Kurt nodded in understanding.

“Just don't wait too long, okay?” Kurt said. “Don't wait until it's too late.”

Blaine allowed Kurt to pull him back into his arms. Kurt turned onto his side and Blaine pressed up behind him, holding him close. Kurt drifted off to sleep not long after but Blaine stayed awake until the early hours of the morning, replaying the conversation in his head.

K/B

Every night while Blaine did his homework, Kurt would join him on the bed and read from one of the many baby books they had bought. Blaine leaned back in the desk chair, one hand on his back. Kurt looked up from the page he was reading with a frown.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Fine, my back just hurts a little,” Blaine answered.

Kurt returned his attention to the book. When he looked up next, Blaine was standing and stretching.

“Did you know the baby can hear us now?” Kurt asked quickly. He pushed himself to his feet and crossed the room to Blaine's side. He fell to his knees in front of Blaine and pushed his shirt up to bare his stomach. “Hi, baby. This is your daddy. If you can hear me, I want you to know that I love you very much and nothing will ever change that.”

Blaine smiled fondly as Kurt continued to talk to his stomach, making promise after promise that their baby would have a good life. A sharp pain flared across Blaine's back and he moved his hand to rub away the ache.

“Kurt, as much as I love listening to you talk to our offspring my back is killing me,” Blaine said.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Kurt said. He stood up slowly, pushing Blaine's shirt the rest of the way off as he went.

“What are you doing?” Blaine asked when Kurt went to his vanity and grabbed a bottle of lotion.

“I'm going to give you a massage,” Kurt said simply.

Kurt pushed Blaine until he was sitting on the bed. He sat behind him, a leg on either side of Blaine's body. He warmed the lotion with his hands before he began to soothe the lotion into Blaine's skin. He kneaded the aching muscles until Blaine was putty in his hands. Kurt felt himself hardening in his pants but ignored it as he focused on his boyfriend. He knew Blaine was stressed and this was the least Kurt could do for him. He was surprised when Blaine suddenly turned in his arms and straddled his lap. Their mouths collided and Kurt moaned in pleasure.

Kurt lifted Blaine off of his lap and laid him down on the bed, stretching out over him. The bottle of lotion was knocked to the floor but neither cared. Blaine's hands slipped under the hem of Kurt's shirt and he pushed the fabric up until Kurt pulled back and threw the shirt to the side. Their pants quickly followed and then their boxer briefs. Kurt pressed his body against Blaine's, loving the sensation of skin-on-skin.

Blaine groaned, rocking his hips up against Kurt's. Kurt pulled away from him long enough to retrieve a bottle of lubricant from his nightstand. He took his time stretching Blaine open before sliding inside. Their bodies moved together in a tantric rhythm. Before long, Blaine was crying out, quickly followed by Kurt. Kurt rolled off of him and stretched out on his back. Blaine curled into his side, breathing heavily.

“I love you,” Blaine sighed happily.

“I love you too,” Kurt said, pressing a kiss to Blaine's forehead.

They drifted off to sleep, blissfully wrapped in each other's arms.

K/B

“I'm still not sure you should perform,” Kurt said as they walked down the halls of McKinley to the auditorium on Thanksgiving night.

“Kurt, Dr. Sanders cleared me to stay in glee club, which includes any performances,” Blaine reminded him.

Kurt sighed heavily, one hand drifting to Blaine's stomach as it so often did.

“I know she did, but I can't help but worry,” Kurt said. He stopped outside of the auditorium, gazing down into his lover's hazel eyes.

“We'll both be just fine,” Blaine said. “I promise.”

“He's right, Kurt,” Burt cut into the conversation before Kurt could think of another argument. “Let's go find some seats.”

Kurt nodded unhappily but obediently followed his father after pressing a kiss to Blaine's cheek. Burt was already seated behind the seats reserved for the New Directions when Kurt trudged into the auditorium. He dropped into the seat beside his father and crossed his arms over his chest. His nerves were frayed but he knew he couldn't protect Blaine and the baby from everything. He had to let Blaine live his life, pregnant or not.

“Excuse me, can we sit here?” a voice asked, jolting Kurt from his thoughts.

“Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Anderson, what're you doing here?” Kurt asked in surprise. He had not expected to see Blaine's parents at the performance.

“We came to see our son perform, of course,” Giordana answered.

“Do you mind if we join you?” Donal asked uncertainly.

Burt looked at Kurt, waiting for his son to decide. Burt was less than happy with the man but he knew his son was very forgiving. At Kurt's nod, Giordana and Donal slipped past the Hummels to take their seats. Burt clapped a hand on Kurt's knee, letting his son know without words that he had once again made him proud. Kurt withdrew his phone and was texting Rachel when he heard hurried footsteps and Blaine was suddenly standing before him.

“Blaine, what's wrong?” Kurt asked, jumping to his feet.

“I felt the baby move!” Blaine exclaimed. He seized Kurt's hand in his and brought it to his stomach. Kurt splayed his hand out protectively over Blaine's stomach. He waited patiently but couldn't hide his disappointment when he didn't feel anything but the hardness of the slight swell of Blaine's stomach.

“What did it feel like?” Kurt asked, his hand caressing Blaine's tummy through his shirt.

“It's hard to describe,” Blaine said, “almost like butterflies.”

“I don't feel anything,” Kurt said sadly.

“You won't feel it from the outside yet,” Giordana said.

Blaine froze, noticing his parents for the first time. He rocked backwards on his feet, causing Kurt to grab him by the hips to steady him.

“Mom, Dad, what're you doing here?” he demanded.

“We came to see you, caro,” Giordana answered. She moved forward to hug him but Blaine took a step backward.

“Blaine,” Kurt said softly. Blaine's eyes met his and they had a silent conversation. He sighed heavily before he nodded slightly.

“Son, I just want you to know that,” Donal began to speak but Blaine cut him off.

“Just let me talk for a second,” Blaine interrupted. Kurt's hand found Blaine's and he squeezed it for support. “You've said you're sorry a million times and I'm starting to believe you. But I haven't forgiven you, not yet. But it is Thanksgiving and I miss you both. I hate not talking to you even though you hurt me. You're still my parents. I have to go perform but we can talk later. Maybe you would like to come to the Hummels for Thanksgiving dinner, if it's all right with Burt.”

“Of course it is,” Burt answered gruffly.

Blaine nodded his thanks.

“We love you son,” Donal said, surprising Blaine.

He paused before answering, “I love you too.”

Blaine kissed Kurt swiftly before disappearing to the choir room. Kurt sat down with a smile on his face. He watched as the Warblers performed first, noting that they had definitely upped their difficulty level. He was still confident the New Directions would win and his eyes were instantly drawn to Blaine the second his old club took the stage. Kurt was impressed as he watched them sing in Korean and dance. The performance was flawless, until Marley Rose collapsed on the back row.