Chapter 5  I’m sorry dad!

Kurt Pov

I wish Finn would just leave me alone already. He has been bugging me for weeks ever since coach Sylvester publicly told Brittany that her clothes were stretched to their limit, and she was not allowed to attend cheer camp. Same reason she kicked Quinn off of the team.

“I can’t have a pregnant girl on my squad!”

I followed coach Sylvester out of the choir room and tapped her shoulder.

“That was really harsh and reductive don’t you think!”

Coach looked at me, and had no sympathy in her eyes.

“Not at all Porcelain. In fact, I should’ve been harsher. She should’ve kept her damn legs closed, and she’d still be able to wear a cheerios uniform this year. Maybe if she didn’t spread eagle every time a new guy came along, she wouldn’t be preggers.”

“She hasn’t!” I yelled. “It’s mine! I am the one who screwed up and got her pregnant, because I was irresponsible! You blaming Brittany isn’t even Kind of fair!

But regardless, Britt would probably be too pregnant to go to cheer camp anyways, so there was no sense arguing.

Everyone stared at Brittany all day, looking at her stomach, and gawking as if it was huge! Which was extremely exaggerated, she isn’t even showing! But still, Ms. Sylvester saying it at all made everyone decide to pay way too close attention to her stomach. They are totally seeing things if you ask me, but rumors at McKinley are as common as the lunch milk cartons.

"Hey Kurt, Brittany is kind of gaining weight dude. Have you noticed?" He said waltzing into the kitchen after we had gotten home from practice, trying to move in with casual conversation as if we'd been talking already in the other room.

Which we were not.

"I don't know what you're talking about Finn." I said nonchalantly. Finn was so dense, I usually had no problem lying to him.

"Yeah right Kurt, everyone has noticed. A normally skinny cheerleader who everyone knows has a lot of sex is starting to look pudgy in her cheerios uniform, and is running out of classes and practices to puke."

I rolled my eyes, but on the inside, I was smacking myself. We were caught. I was sure of it. If this kept getting around school as much as it is, it would only be a matter of time before it got to my dad….and then, I am going to be dead. But Finn wouldn't rat me out to my dad would he? I mean, he knows we aren’t dating and he doesn’t know that slept with her anyway.

6 weeks… we've known for six weeks now that Brittany is pregnant, and neither of us can tell our parents. Would my dad be more angry when he finds out that i've been keeping it a secret for so long, or will it not even matter….

"Maybe she's sick."

Finn rolled his eyes. "Don't be so naïve dude! She's getting baby fat. And what the hell, why are you acting like you haven't noticed? I know you've noticed! Besides, coach Sylvester totally called her out in front of the whole Glee club, and oh yeah, remember Quinn? I know what a pregnant cheerleader looks like and does.”

I keep forgetting that Finn went exactly what I am going through now earlier this year, with Quinn in the beginning of her pregnancy when he thought he was the dad.

"Look Finn. First, stop calling me dude! And second, please drop it ok? You're imagining things, Brittany is not gaining any weight."

Finn grabbed an apple and bit into it. "Ok. Keep telling yourself that dude. But everyone can tell."

I just poured a glass of water and sipped at it, not responding anymore.

"Ok, fine don’t believe me, but everyone thinks she's pregnant, Kurt. And the whole club is going to be gossiping about it in glee for weeks!"

"Ok first, who is pregnant? And why must you glee club gossip about everything?!”

I'm busted.

I'm so BUSTED!

"Brittany!" Finn blurted out so quickly, that I couldn’t shut him up in time. Finn may not know that it’s mine, but my dad knows that I slept with Brittany….. I’m going to die…. I’m going to die….

Damn my stupid reflexes, and them doing what they feel like doing without my control. I looked down to the ground. And Finn, making everything worse! I am looking so nervous though, my action betraying me, my dad is going to know that something is up…..

“The cheerleader you slept with?!” he said to me, with a raised voice, grabbing his own apple.

Great.

“Wait… What?! You slept with Brittany?” Finn asked with a mouth full.

I tried to retreat into my room and escape, but I should've known that this wasn't going to be dropped…. Thanks a lot Finn.

"Kurtis!" my dad called me back. I turned around quickly, and tried my best to keep a straight face and look unaffected by the conversation, but I could feel the flames in my cheeks.

I raised my eyebrows to my dad in question. He knew it meant 'what?' in an innocent way.

"The Brittany you slept with a few months back? She’s pregnant?"

"Let’s go back to Kurt sleeping with a girl!!" Finn said loudly after swallowing."

My dad started walking even closer toward me, and I could feel my hands start to tremble in my pockets.

"Now that you won’t answer me, or look me in the eye, I know that you're covering something up….."

I gulped. Hard, and I know that he heard it. You know how I know? Because he told Finn to leave the room. "Finn go to your room, and stay there until dinner."

Finn raised an eyebrow. "But this is just getting good!” He whined.

Burt glared at him mildly. "Finnley, don't you have homework or something? Go!"

Finn rolled his eyes, and sighed before brushing past me, and closing the basement door behind him.

"I have homework too, I'm just gonna-"

"Sit down Kurt."

Crap. The truth is about to come out.

"Neither one of us is leaving this table until you start talking. I want to know what’s going on!"

I wanted to crawl into a turtle shell and hide forever…..

"I'm sorry Dad.”

~…………..~……………~………….~……………~……………..~……………..~………………~……………..~

Burt's Pov

I sat back against the pillows on the bed waiting for Carole to come home. I needed the comfort of my lady. I needed her to help me calm the fire building in my chest. Ease the arguing in my head, one side telling me to go (metaphorically of course), ring my kids neck, the other side, saying to go and hug him silly.

Right on cue, like an angel sent to my side, Carole came into the room looking ready for bed. "Ugh. I had the longest day at the hospital today."

It's about to get longer…..

"How was your day hun?" She continued on, not knowing my thoughts.

I was just quiet for a moment. Monotone even. And Carole noticed, because she sat right at the foot of the bed in front of me, and patted my thigh.

"What's wrong honey?"

I didn't even think about what I was saying when I said the words.

"Kurt got Brittany pregnant."

They were the same words that have been ringing in my head for 5 hours ever since Kurt told me.

(flashback)

"Dad please don't be mad at me. It was an accident. We didn't mean for it to happen."

I couldn't say the words. I knew what was coming. He apologized. He looked terrified that I might hit him or something, even though I am sure that he knows that I would NEVER lay a finger on him that way. He looked pale and guilty.

“Is it yours Kurt?”

I could see his lip shaking. There was a tear falling down his cheek following the words, and he let out a strained breath, that was surely masking a full on sob.

What the hell happened to a bunch of months ago when Kurt came to me in my shop, and I thought he wanted to talk about guys, but he was only upset about not getting to sing a song, and he said the words, "at least you don't have to worry about me getting someone pregnant."

"Wha-" I started, but I had so many mixed emotions, I don't know what the hell to say. But right when my head told me to scream at the top of my lungs 'What the hell were you thinking not putting on a damn condom!?', the other side of my brain told me that yelling at him wouldn't solve anything. Making him feel bad about himself for doing this wouldn't make it not be happening. So, I tried to keep my cool. "Kurt, what the hell happened to me not having to worry about you getting a girl pregnant huh? Not even a year ago, you said that to me. Right in the shop. And now, were sitting here?"

Kurt's head fell into his arms crossed on the table, and I was witnessing the dam break. His shoulders shook, and I could hear his sniffs begin. I wanted to scoot my chair closer and put my arms around his back and comfort him, but I couldn't yet…. Because though this was my little boy, I was so god damn angry with him. He is not ready for this.

"Kurt how could you let this happen! I warned you didn't i? I told you that accident's happen!"

He looked up at me with his cheeks wet now, and he was shaking his head. "Dad, I'm sorry, It- it was an accident."

An accident. Of course it was an accident. What 15 year old boy plans to get his week long beard, pregnant? He only did it because he was trying to convince his dad that he is straight.

I sighed. I can’t do anything but get the details now. “How far along is she?"

He wiped his tear tracked cheeks and sighed. "Uhm. 12 weeks I think. That’s the only time we did it."

I could feel the anger taking over now. I don't like him keeping things from me. "You've known about this for three months Kurt? And you are just now telling me?"

He put his head back into his arms and heard another muffled, "I'm sorry dad!"

(flashback over)

Carole was stunned into space like me. But after taking it all in, she broke out of it rather quickly. Quicker than I accepted the truth, that's for sure. I suppose that is because Kurt isn’t really her son, but then again, we have talked about becoming a family when we moved in all together, and like 5 months ago, when Kurt got a really bad flu, she and Kurt bonded like you wouldn’t believe. Carole took great care of him. Insisted on staying home with him until he got better, and during that week, he mumbled, ‘Mommy’ in his sleep. Though he didn’t do it consciously, it was still seen as a big deal to everyone that he was relating being taken care of by Carole while sick, to being taken care of by his mom. After that, Kurt and Carole got even closer than they already were. And of course, Finn and I had bonded very quickly with our sharing love for sports, we found out that we have a lot in common. Kurt and Finn, though things started off really hard and rough for them, came out stronger than ever. I even hear them refer to each other as ‘Bro’ all the time, and I don’t even know if they notice it.

We are well on our way to becoming a real family. Just as soon as I pop the question.

But now, with this hurdle with Kurt to cross, I can’t even screw my head on straight.

"What did you say to him?" Carole asked me.

I sighed, and started telling her.

(flashback)

I took my hat off… I rubbed my head… I sighed, and put a hand in his shoulder. "Kurt, I don't know what the hell to say to you right now….. I just can't believe this…. Just… just go to you room…. I need to think about this for a while."

A tear fell down my boy's cheek, and he slowly retreated downstairs without looking me in the eye.

(flashback over)

"I didn't say too much. I yelled at him a little. How could he be so irresponsible Carole?" I asked, trying to stay calm by looking at her pretty face. "He's 15 years old. He doesn't even do his own laundry Carole. He still gets grounded for getting a bad grade! How the hell has he gotten someone pregnant? He is a gay 15 year old boy!!!"

Carole just rubbed my arm reassuringly. "Burt, honey. I remember when I found out that Quinn pregnant. I caught Finn singing to a sonogram, and when I caught him, he just sobbed into my lap apologizing. I broke down immediately; comforting him right from the beginning and didn't give him any sternness at all. I didn't know then that he wasn't even having sex, and he was completely clueless. But honey, you told Kurt about using protection, and this still happened. You have to talk to him.”

"But I was too late Carole. And that night that I came downstairs to them making out on his couch, I gave them permission to….. I said that if things got serious, to use protection. I didn't mean it, but I didn't think that he would really do anything. And he did….. and even worse, he didn't use protection at all. It's like I didn't even give him the warning at all."

Carole just grabbed me and hugged me close.

"Carole…"

She rubbed my back, and I didn't know what to say. I wanted to cry, but yell at Kurt, and yet, hug him, but make him know how much he has screwed up, but tell him that I love him.

My son, who is gay, and only 15 years old might I add, has gotten a girl pregnant.

"How did I let this happen?"

~………………….~…………………..~……………….~………………….~………………~…………………..~……………….~