Sugar Baby

Ten

Kurt dragged his feet over the faded carpet on the stairs, shuffling into his room and sitting down heavily on the end of the bed. Blaine's blandly smiling face gazed down on him, nothing on the smile he knew he could get from the man, as he buried his face in his hands, trying to breathe slowly and not burst into tears. The trashcan stood by the door, and before he was conscious of deciding to do it he was ripping the paper crumpled in his shaking hands in two, balling up each piece and throwing them in alongside the clawed and torn remains of what had once been the poster of Sebastian, ripped apart into confetti when he'd returned to Ohio after New Year's.

He'd have to tell people. He couldn't hide it. Even if he made the correct fashion choices to hide the weight gain, he couldn't hide a baby, or the evidence of one. He was sixteen years old, having the baby of a man twelve years older than him, the only man he'd ever been with, the first man who'd kissed him and touched him and made him feel wanted and sexy. The tears were spilling down his cheeks before he could stop them, and he pulled his knees up to his chest and cried broken sobs, for loss and for loneliness and for unwelcome change.

The door slammed downstairs, and Kurt started upright, fussily smoothing the creased bedcovers where he'd been sitting and breathing deeply as he examined his face in the mirror, scowling over the swelling around his eyes and how red and blotchy his skin was from crying. He'd just have to face Mary and Dave looking wrecked. It couldn't wait until he looked a little more presentable, because every time he reminded himself of the fact he had to suck a breath in through his nose to keep from breaking down again.

The mother and her son were sitting in the living room, mugs of coffee in front of them. The scent of the drinks made Kurt's stomach roil, and he clamped a hand over his mouth as he stood just out of sight, breathing in deeply to calm his churning stomach. The morning sickness had been extremely potent for him, and none of the home remedies he'd searched for had really helped. When he'd calmed himself enough that he didn't feel like he would throw up before he'd stepped one foot in the room, he walked purposefully in, sitting down in the armchair opposite his foster family and concisely saying, "I need to talk to you. About something huge, and really important."

"I hardly think it can be important, with how little you do in your life," Dave observed, raising his eyebrows, condescension in his tone. "Which of your friends isn't speaking to you because you blew her off and had me answering messages from her?"

Kurt couldn't meet either of their eyes, digging his fingers into his thighs and resisting the urge to curve them protectively over his belly as he said, voice so much stronger than he felt: "I'm pregnant."

There was a moment of cold silence, then Mary's eyes narrowed furiously as she said, "You have thirty minutes to pack what's yours and only yours in a bag and get out. I'm setting the timer on the microwave, and the moment it's up, you're out."

"Freak," Dave hissed, shoving Kurt off the armchair and onto the floor as both mother and son walked past him without so much as a backward glance.

Half an hour later, Kurt was wandering down the street with tears rolling down his cheeks and a bag packed with everything that was his own slung over his shoulder, with nowhere to go and no one to take care of him and a secret beneath the hand resting on his belly, just for the reassurance.

He had to find Blaine.

Kurt jerked awake, finding the plane quiet and dark, the space filled only with the soft, steady breaths of the other slumbering passengers, soothing his frayed nerves and pounding heart. Blaine sat next to him, seemingly fast asleep, but Kurt saw the gleam of his eyes in the soft light filtering in from outside, and Blaine's hand landed on his shoulder, shaking him gently. "I'm awake," he murmured, nudging closer to the comforting warmth of Blaine's body.

"You were shaking and whimpering," Blaine said softly, thumb stroking reassuringly back and forth over Kurt's shoulder. "Not in a good way, like you were having a nightmare. Are you okay?"

"A lot's happened really fast," Kurt murmured blandly, the easiest way of condensing so many days worth of panic and terror and tears into a few words to someone who had made it quite clear they didn't want to hear it. "I don't think I'm used to it all yet. Not being kicked out of my home, not relocating to New York, not leaving my friends behind without explaining to them, not...um..."

"You can say it," Blaine said, his voice seeming to be edged with danger. "It's not a taboo word. We have to face this head on, you might as well say the damn words."

"I'm not used to the idea that I really am pregnant," Kurt whispered, burying his face momentarily in Blaine's shoulder and breathing out shakily to keep from crying. "I'm really going to have a baby. There's a little girl or boy growing inside me right now, and I'm going to get fat and have swollen ankles and fingers and stretch marks and you'll think I'm ugly and you'll-"

"I won't," Blaine said softly, cupping Kurt's cheek and smiling faintly as he leaned into the touch. "You'll never be ugly, no matter what. You're much too gorgeous for anyone to even consider calling you something so awful." He pushed the armrest up out of their way and pulled Kurt into his arms, coaxing him to lay his head on Blaine's shoulder, one hand fisted in his sweet-smelling jumper, right over his heart. "We'll be in New York soon. Try and sleep until then, sweetheart."

When Kurt next opened his eyes, it was to the captain's announcement that they were landing, and thanking them for flying with him. He wasn't entirely conscious of his surroundings, blearily guided by Blaine's hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, until they were in the car and heading towards the building, with Blaine slowly rubbing the small of his back to keep him calm.

"Blaine, hi!" Santana called cheerfully as they stepped out of the car, a bright smile on her face and Brittany bouncing excitedly at her side. "And it's the hero of the hour, our little Kurtie, sixteen and pregnant with boss man's baby."

"Shut up," Blaine snarled at her, and Santana appeared a little startled by the sheer aggression in his voice but laid off, spinning on her heel with a toss of her head and walking back into the building with as much dignity as she could muster.

Brittany still greeted them, her eyes shrewd as she walked a circle around Kurt, looking for any physical manifestation of his pregnant. "You don't look pregnant at all," she said, a little disappointed. "I was hoping you would." She bounced almost instantly back to cheerfulness and chirped, "Oh well, I can't wait for you to start getting round and glowing so I can talk to the baby!"

Kurt clung to Blaine's hand as everyone assaulted him with questions and greetings that made his head spin with the volume and the sheer number of words swimming through his ears, everyone clamouring to be heard first.

And Blaine was there, solid and perfect and wonderful, and he clung on as if letting go might mean he would disappear.

For all Kurt knew, it would.

Leaving Kurt heading up the stairs to bed, exhausted from his fluctuating emotions, the warmth of his lips against Blaine's still lingering, Blaine went to the kitchen to have some alone time, leaning his forehead against the cool glass on the window and trying to keep himself calm and soft and soothing for the terrified teenager he now had to support.

"You could still do it, you know." Blaine jerked his head up from the window and turned around to see Sebastian leaning innocently on the counters, smirking at him. "Get back with me. We were incredible together, and you don't really want to be stuck with that kid."

"I have a responsibility to him," Blaine said, looking out into the night to avoid the eyes that still made him feel as if he was drowning and he didn't mind. "He's pregnant with my baby, and as long as he needs someone then I refuse to leave him with no one. Please stop harassing me, it was over between us when what we had nearly wrecked both our careers."

"It's never going to be over between us," Sebastian said, his voice dangerously seductive. "You still want me, Blaine. I see it in your eyes every time you're in the same room as me, even with that kid glued to your side. Just ditch him and come to me."

Arousal surged hot and rapid through Blaine when Sebastian plastered himself against Blaine's back, kissing his neck, teeth scraping along his pulse point and making him shudder and determinedly choke down a groan, one hand tracing down his chest and stomach to palm him through his jeans. He pulled away after a few minutes, leaving Blaine hard and wanting and breathless and hating himself for still getting so completely aroused by Sebastian. "I'll be waiting if you want me to finish what I started," Sebastian said, voice heavy with seduction, and disappeared.

Blaine ran up the stairs, as fast as he could while still so hard, but not to Sebastian. He shoved the door open to find Kurt in the bed, sleepy-eyed and curled around a pillow but still awake, and straddled him almost immediately, pressing him down into the mattress and nipping at his neck and jaw, ripping his shirt over his head and licking his way down Kurt's chest.

"Stop it!" Kurt yelped, pushing him away. "I don't want to have sex, not for a while, get off me." Blaine shook his head with a growl, pressing down again to kiss Kurt hard, sliding a hand down his side between his legs, tapping against his clit through his pyjama pants. "Get off me!"

Kurt shoved him hard, and Blaine ended up on the floor, shirtless and wild-eyed and desperately wanting to haul himself back up onto the bed and kiss Kurt until he gave in. But Kurt glared at him, pulling his shirt back on and rolling over, curling himself up into a ball, shutting Blaine out. "Goodnight," he said firmly, and that was the last word Blaine heard from him.

He slept restlessly that night, Kurt and Sebastian twining themselves through his dreams, Kurt pale and crying and begging to be taken care of, Sebastian dark and seductive and making him beg, and he awoke in a cold sweat, with a valley of cold bed between him and Kurt, cock straining against his boxers and guilt prickling hotly at the back of his head, gnawing its way down into his soul.