Chapter 7: Ho’s before Bro’s

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Finn Pov

Kurt was a mess coming downstairs to our room. Burt was probably reaming him a new ass up there.

I mean, not like he didn’t know it was coming. Because if he slept with Brittany, that is probably totally his baby!

Holy hell! He totally got Brittany pregnant.

Burt is going to tear his ass off…..

When my mom found out that I thought I got Quinn pregnant, she just cried. A lot. She tried not to let me see that she was really upset at first, but I always saw.

Always. She was ready to rip me a new one that next night after she got all of her tears out, but she wasn’t able to because Quinn’s parents kicked her out. My mom was really disappointed in me though. Then, once Quinn got caught in her lie that the baby wasn’t mine, I told my mom that I hadn’t even had sex with her, and that she told me that bogus crap about sperm and the hot water.

I really am an idiot for believing that one.

But after that, my mom got really strict on the curfew, and the time spent with girls unsupervised.

It helped her that we moved in with the Hummel’s, and Burt is really strict about girls in the bedroom and everything.

I wonder when he even slept with Britt to begin with.

Hmm.

Kurt came down the stairs in complete tears, and he plopped face down onto his bed.

I wanted to go over there and maybe…. Comfort him or something. But I’m not really good with the sentimental stuff.

And how could he be so freaking irresponsible!

After everything he witnessed with me and Quinn!

But still, he probably got it bad already. I don’t need to make it worse.

“Hey Kurt, are you ok bro?”

Ever since I saved Kurt from getting hit by Azimio and Karofsky during lady Gaga week, we have been calling each other bro.

If we’re being completely honest, it’s obviously where our parents are headed.

And it doesn’t bother me even a little bit anymore.

Burt is already working on getting me my own room built upstairs, until we can move into a bigger place once they are married.

“My dad hates me….” He sniffled out. “I’m such an idiot.”

Okay. I have to now.

I went over to his bed and put my hand on his back. “Oh come on Kurt, you know that’s not true. Your dad loves you. He’s just upset. He has a right to be though, I mean come on. Why didn’t you wear a condom dude!?

Kurt sat up and gave me one of his famous ‘bitch glares’. “You know, you are not helping Finn!! I don’t know the first thing about sex!”

“Then why the hell are you having sex!? You knew what could happen!”

Kurt threw his hands up and into his hair. “Shut up Finn! I don’t need you to be my dad okay!!”

I put my hands up in surrender, realizing, this isn’t my role. “Sorry man, I’m really not good with this kind of comforting stuff. I just meant to say, sure he is gonna be pissed for a while, but he’ll get over it. He can’t stay mad at you forever.”

“Yes he can… I deserve it anyway….” He said in a low voice, laced with depression.

“No you don’t Kurt. You made a mistake okay. I screw up all the time! It’s about time you did something to get grounded for a change.”

He actually smiled, and I took a breath of relief. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Hey, but I made you smile!” I gave him a cheeseball grin, and a light punch on the arm.

Kurt dried his face of all of his tears, and because he takes such care of her skin, I have never seen his face so red and splotchy. Damn.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now Finn? I don’t know anything about pregnancy, or babies! I mean, I’m gay.” He said. “I’m not supposed to have to worry about this stuff.”

He has a point. Being gay means never having to say, ‘I’m Pregnant.’

Okay, I’ll admit, I totally stole that line from that TV show that my mom watches on Tuesday nights, “the new normal.” It’s about two gay dudes, and I swear, one of them looks exactly like Kurt.

But back on subject.

“It’s okay dude. You’ll be fine. We can all figure this out. You know? As a family.”

Kurt was just looking down into his lap.

I could feel how bad he felt.

“I’m here for you Kurt. I’ve got your back. Even though I think you’re an idiot.”

He leaned in to hug me, and I patted his back to try and show support.

Poor Kurt.

We stayed like that for a bit, me just letting him cry on my shoulder, until we head the door open at the top of the stairs.

“Boys?”

It was my mom.

“Guys, it is really late. You need to be getting to bed. It’s a school night.”

I got off of Kurt’s bed and went over to my own as my mom came down the stairs. Kurt turned over in his bed and pulled the covers over his head completely. Mom came over to me and kissed my head as I climbed under my covers.

“Night Ma.”

I turned off my lamp, watching as she went over to Kurt. She sat right beside his head on the bed, and pulled the covers back, but he was holding them in place.

I wanted to laugh, because that was a major two year old move.

Kurt is so stubborn.

“No Kurt, come on don’t shut me out. I want to talk to you hun.” Mom assured with that sincere and light ‘mom’ voice that she always uses to get her way.

And it always works.

Always.                 

But Kurt didn’t let loose.

“Brother, it’s easier to just let her in. She’ll be here all night if you don’t.” I said with my eyes on the lump under the sheets beside my mom.

The sheets just rustled, and then he pushed the blanket down to the middle of his chest. But he wasn’t facing her. His back was to her body.

“Kurt, honey it’s okay.”

“No it’s not.” He mumbled thick with tears.

Mom sighed. “Okay, well maybe it’s not. But confining yourself down here, skipping dinner, and crying it out isn’t going to help sweetie.”

“I’m such an idiot.” Kurt whispered. But I could hear the cry in it.

My mom started to stroke his hair, and when he didn’t immediately protest to that, I knew.

He is in a major depression.

I don’t think even my mom is going to be able to bring him out of this one.

“You are NOT an idiot! Don’t say that about yourself Kurt. You made a mistake. You can’t punish yourself. It was an accident.”

Kurt sniffled, but he sat up and looked at my mom. “Finn agrees that I am an idiot!”

My mom glared at me, and I shrugged and mumbled, “sorry.”

“Honey.” Carole shushed, turning back to Kurt, but he cut her off.

“An accident that made my dad hate me, the whole school stare at me constantly, and is going to ruin Brittany’s life, AND mine! This is the stupidest mistake I’ve ever made!”

His sadness was turning into anger, and once my mom grabbed his shoulders, and brought him to her chest for a hug, he instantly calmed down.

But he was still crying.

“Shh.. It’s ok.” She lulled him, and I don’t even know when she left the room, or even if she did or not, but I totally fell asleep. I was really tired apparently.

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All knowing Pov

“Lord Tubbington. I don’t know what to do.” Brittany told her fat cat, Saturday morning in her room.

He just purred in her arms as she hugged him tight.

But it didn’t last, since Brittany put him down on his bed, and ran out of her room and into the bathroom.

Her parents, Mark and Jen, had noticed her doing a lot of that in the last few weeks. They had noticed it a lot more recently since the cheerleading coach lost nationals, and the season ended. She’d been spending a lot more time at home since then, and she’d been constantly sick.

They knew that Brittany was popular, and had all different kinds of boyfriends, but……

“Brittany, sweetheart? We need to take you to a doctor.” Her mom said as she came out of the bathroom looking pale.

Her dad was standing back, and waiting for names! He knew why his daughter was barfing her guts out! He knew she changed boyfriends constantly because she is so naïve, and beautiful, so the men just couldn’t stay away. His wife found the pregnancy test on her dresser recently, and approached Britt right away.

We knew about her being sexually active too, but luckily, that friend of hers, Santana always kept her from getting hurt. She was really an intimidating young woman.

So he was ready to go and give the little shit who couldn’t wear a condom, a piece of his mind.

As soon as Brittany gave them his name!

The drive to the clinic was very quiet and the tension was palpable.

The doctors visit was quick and easy. She is roughly 12 weeks pregnant, and she is due September 12th.

“Is the father going to be involved?”

“What do you mean? My dolphin already is involved! He holds my hair up at school when I throw up, and he tells me how to wear the right fashion to cover my new baby fat.” Brittany said happily, as if she wasn’t a pregnant teenager. Of course, Britt is slow, so the gravity of this situation hasn’t hit her yet.

Her dad wondered how the boy was reacting to this.

Wait, did she say ‘dolphin?’ I remember her saying on that ridiculous talk show of hers, that dolphins are gay sharks. And she said this boy knows fashion.

Is he gay then?

Okay, this situation makes no sense. Enough of letting my 16 year old control this situation. Time to take over. Her dad thought.

“Brittany, who is helping you? Who is involved? Who is the boy?” He asked sternly.

He meant business now.

“It’s Kurt. You know. You know. He’s on the cheerios with me.” Britt said.

Kurt Hummel. Burt Hummel’s boy from the auto shop? He thought.

What? He is gay. I mean, he’s on the cheerios for god sakes.

But still. He slept with my baby?

He’d kill him!

“Daddy, don’t get mad. Please? Kurt is really nice, and really sweet, and he has soft baby hands. He’s my best friend besides Santana! Please don’t get you’re your shot gun.” She said terrified.

I won’t get my shot gun, but I sure as hell might use a bat! He thought, backing out of the doctor’s office.

“Markus?” His wife called, but he was already out of the room.

This wouldn’t end well.

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