Sugar Baby

Twenty-Nine

Cynthia Greene: I'm here today to interview the music industry's newest couple, with their twisted story, spilled by the notorious Sebastian Smythe, hot off the press, twenty-eight year old Blaine Anderson and his seventeen year old boyfriend Kurt Hummel. So, boys, how did you two meet?

K: In Lima, at a bar, then started a relationship purely as lovers, no feelings. God, that sounds like such a cliche, don't think any worse of either of us.

B: Best night of my life. Kisses Kurt.

CG: Oh, you two are so sweet. So how did it come about to have you two living together, in love and expecting a baby in, as I understand it, six weeks?

K: Well, that's a very long story, and I think it's better to hear it from Blaine. Honey?

B: It started out with me bringing him to New York with me for Christmas last year, because sadly I did have to leave Ohio at some point and I didn't want to have to leave him behind. That was where things started to change between us, and it was more than just sex, you know, we were becoming friends too. It was getting emotional, and it was scary, but I kind of thought I could do it. But then we took a couple of steps back.

K: Neither of us had any idea that I could get pregnant, and it was me asking for him to forget the protection, because I'd never been with anyone else and he was clean, and it was such a shock to both of us. My foster family threw me out, I'd been drifting away from my friends because I was spending so much time with Blaine instead of them, he was all I had, so I went to him. And, thankfully, he offered to help me, take me to New York, find me tutors and be there for me through it all, at great risk to his career and his personal life. I'll never stop being grateful for how considerate he was despite the fact that we both knew he didn't love me, that he barely thought of me as more than a young lover, despite the fact that I already knew I was in love with him.

CG: And where did Sebastian Smythe come into this? And Dave Karofsky, who, as I understand it, is your foster brother, Kurt, and is currently under investigation by the police for threatening and attacking you in a crazed attempt to kill the baby you're carrying. Many have told me that there's been a recent reveal with your late parents' will to go against Mary Karofsky's current custody of you?

B: Sebastian began to make it very clear that he wanted me back, and was horrible to Kurt, calling him a slut and a girl and telling people he was faking his pregnancy in order to get hold of my money and run off before anyone figured it out. Somehow, I still felt something for him despite how awful he was, and while I could see that Kurt was crazily unhappy in the house, and when he left to stay with Quinn but returned due to an attack, I didn't feel like I desperately had to do anything about it. Then there was an incident, when I heard Kurt say that he loved me in his sleep, just as I was figuring out that I was falling for him, and that terrified me. So, in a moment of horrible judgement that I'm not quite sure how to explain all the emotions and decisions behind, I cheated on him with Sebastian. And he found out and moved out and told me we were done, and I'd only hear from him again when our son was born, and he went to stay with Quinn. That was when Karofsky attacked him and left him for dead on the floor, and Quinn found him and took him to hospital.

K: In a way, that made it better, because it put me in charge. He was waiting for me to forgive him, to want to be with him again, and obviously I did. As for Karofsky and me being an unwanted and disgraceful part of that family, the family lawyer came to me last week and read me a passage of my parents' will that dictated Quinn, who used to work with my mother in Lima, should be my guardian. They couldn't trace her when my parents died because she was living here in New York under an assumed name, crazed with grief from losing my mother. I have two more years of school left, which I'm going to complete here in New York, and Quinn is going to take care of me for legal purposes, along with my perfectly willing boyfriend right here.

CG: So, to get away from slightly melancholy topics, have you been discussing arrangements for the birth? Hospital or home? Private or public hospital? Only the best midwives and doctors the much-anticipated Anderson-Hummel baby? Have you designed the nursery yet? Are you calling in interior designers to do it? Have you talked about baby names?

B: We'll be heading towards the public hospital when the time comes, I don't want to take the risk of a home birth in case something does go wrong. Kurt's midwife is Lauren Zizes, who helped Quinn through it when she had a baby six years ago, and who Puck is already putting the moves on. Rolls eyes. All our friends have been helping us turn a spare room into a nursery, Kurt's been picking out the colour schemes and furniture, and then whining about not being allowed to help set it up.

K: Well, I hate it, I hate being helpless like this because I can't do anything except sleep, eat and be coddled. As for names, we've been having trouble finding a first name to flow with Burton, which I want as a middle name for my dad. But we have six weeks, and then the rest of our lives.

CG: And with that wonderful outlook, we have to finish here. Before we go, can you each sum each other up in five words or less?

K: Talented, intelligent, loving, compassionate and thoughtful.

B: Perfectly imperfect.

Blaine blinked blearily at the pressure of a hand gripping his shoulder, shaking him vigorously, and he rolled over and forced his eyes open to see Kurt's terrified face shining back at him, sweat standing out on his brow. "Blaine, ah, it hurts and I don't think it's Braxton Hicks, I think it's the real thing, but it's too early, we haven't finished the nursery and we haven't got a name! Ow!"

Starting upright, Blaine stared down at Kurt in horror, a hand cupped over his belly and his eyes screwed shut, tears of agony shining on his cheeks in the pale moonlight. "Okay, okay, just stay calm," he murmured, speaking as much to himself as to Kurt. "We have to get you to hospital. Can you try and pack a quick bag, I'll call Quinn to come pick us up and tell Sam." Kurt nodded shakily, slowly sitting up and edging his legs out of bed as Blaine leaned over to press a light kiss to his lips. "Don't worry, the baby will be fine, and so will you."

Kurt nodded, still looking utterly terrified, and supported himself heavily on the nightstand as Blaine ran for the door, sliding his feet into his shoes as he ran down the hallway to hammer on Sam's door, unearthing his mobile and dialling Quinn as a sleepy-eyed Sam materialised in the doorway and gave him an irritated look. "Quinn?" Blaine asked, raising a hand to Sam as the thick voice came onto the other end of the line. "Hi, I know it's late and believe me, I wouldn't wake you unless it was important. Kurt's in labour, and I know he wants you there and the garage has my car, can you please come by and pick us up, I don't want to have to call an ambulance, Kurt hates the sirens. Okay, thank you so much, I'll see you in fifteen minutes."

Blaine ran back to their room, where Kurt sat on the bed with a bulging bag beside him, hands clasped in his lap and tear streaks standing out on his cheeks, reaching out for him, whimpering and twisting his fingers into the bedspread. "Shush, it's okay, baby, it's gonna be okay," he reassured him softly, determinedly swallowing back his terrified tears. "Okay, we have to go downstairs now and wait for Quinn, she's going to take us to the hospital. I'll carry your bag, you can lean on me as much as young want, you just have to make it downstairs." Kurt nodded with a shaky exhalation, slinging his arm around Blaine's shoulders and leaning heavily on him as they walked down the stairs to wait for Quinn in the entrance hallway.

They reached the hospital within ten minutes, and Quinn helped Blaine manoeuvre Kurt into a wheelchair and ran ahead of them to reception. The woman there was smiling sweetly by the time they reached her, and said, "Nice to see you, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Hummel, and may I say a pre-emptive congratulations on the birth of your son," she said, and Blaine gave her a courteous smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Okay, we have some semi-private rooms available on the third floor, if you go along a doctor will be along to check up on you."

"Blaine," Kurt murmured, grabbing Blaine's collar and pulling him down. "Semi-private? We asked for a private room. I can't be in labour in front of women, they'll all think I'm a freak or...or ask for your autograph or something weird. This is meant to be my perfect day." Blaine squeezed his hand gently and Quinn steered the chair towards the elevators.

When Kurt blinked at Blaine, all long eyelashes and round, damp eyes, Blaine gave in and sat on the bed with him, gently massaging his belly as he leaned back against him, breathing slowly in and out. "I'm so scared, Blaine," he whispered, and Blaine found his hand and squeezed, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

"Me too, baby," he murmured. "I swear, it'll be okay." Kurt nodded and closed his eyes, sliding his fingers through Blaine's where they rested, curved around his bump. Burying his face in the back of Kurt's neck, Blaine silently hoped that if he said those words enough times, they would be true.