Kurt pov

Things calmed down over the next few weeks. Well, they did for me. Britt was kind of having problems with Santana.

"Why do you listen to her Brittany? She is always such a witch to you! She never fails to cut you down, and you don’t even realize it.”

"She misses scissoring together. And I do to because she's so hot, but she doesn't like feelings, and I like it better with feelings. Like it was with you.”

I didn't know what to think of that. And wait…. scissoring.. I read about that.

"Wait. Are you having sex with Santana?" I asked, stopping her in the hall.

"Yeah.”

“Isn’t she dating Puckerman?”

“Yeah, but it’s not cheating because the plumbing is different.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

Oh Brittany.

She hugged me. But as she got a whiff of my deoderant, she covered her mouth, and ran into the nearest restroom.

Walking into the lunch room after home ec, we made fun of Ms. Hagberg and her dwindling memory, but not much time passed before I was alone at the lunch line because mid-sentence, Brittany was running away from me, and out of the cafeteria. I sighed loudly. I was starting to feel bad for her. This was becoming regular for her, and I know that she does not, and did not have the stomach flu.

About a week ago, the rumors started, that the school gay, made a baby with the school Puck had been passing notes to me a lot in classes asking if the two of us are going to join forces and start a club called the 'baby daddy bros'. I rolled my eyes every time, and crumpled the notes up, thinking that he is ridiculous, but with Brittany barfing her guts out several times a day now, I was really worried.

If Brittany was pregnant like I am thinking, this is going to get me killed. My dad will be so pissed off. I might be grounded for life. Or have my penis cut off. Or something.

"Britt?" I called after walking into the girls bathroom despite a few girls scoffing and walking out.

"Kurt. Don't come in here."

I shook my head, and followed her voice to the stall she was in right before she locked it. "It's not anything I'm not used to seeing by now honey. I lost track of your barf schedule after the 8th time last week, and that was on Monday alone."

Brittany came back into the lunchroom about 5 minutes later, her hig pony a little haggared looking, and her cheerios jacket on.

"Kurt, I feel terrible. I didn't even eat that much this morning. Where's this all coming from?"

I hated to admit it, but I am an idiot!

Her breath was really awful, and I couldn’t take it. I got up, and dragged her with me back to the bathroom.

"C'mon." I said to her, dragging her to the sink so she could rinse her mouth out.

"Britt, we need to go and find out for sure." I said, though it is so obvious now what is going on. This is the 2nd week that I've stopped being in complete denial about it. It'll be 7 weeks since we first had sex without a condom, tomorrow. 3 and a half weeks since she started puking. I know now how deep of shit we are in, but, I was in shock/denial at first.

(Flashback)

"Brittany?!" I yelled to her from down the hall. Ever since we dated, we have been hanging out more as friends. So her avoiding me really was weird. Something was up.

I ran to grab her arm when she just started walking faster. "Brittany! What the heck is going on? Why are you avoiding me?"

She just stayed quiet, and looked at her feet.

"Talk to me Britt, what is going on? I’m worried about you. Did I hurt your feelings by telling you that I just want to be friends? Because it’s only because I am gay, and I like boys."

"No Kurt. It's not you." Brittany assured me.

I waited for her to continue, but she didn't and the silence only worried me more.

But she said it's not me.

"Then what is it? Talk to me."

She just grabbed my hand and dragged me outside away from any eavesdroppers.

"I think I'm pregnant."

(flashback over)

I walked around like some kind of drone robot or something that was running out of batteries and could barely move after she told me.

Now, I was just terrified of my dad finding out. And with her running to puke every few seconds, the whole school was already whispering in the halls about it. Even Quinn Fabray had actually come to speak with me, and she has NEVER spoken to me. Except once to get me to help sabotage Rachel from going out with Finn.

"I don't want to…. Then I'll have to accept that this might be happening. I'm scared Kurt…."

I am scared too. More than scared.

I mean hell….. If she really is pregnant by me, how am I supposed to support a baby? My life is going to be over.

So is Brittany's.

"But this is happening Britt. And we have to find out for sure if this is happening for sure or not so we can- " I didn't want to say it. If I say it, I don't know how she will react to the big 'A' word.

And does she even know what an abortion is? Probably not. This is Brittany we are talking about.

"You know….. take care of it."

Brittany just looked up at me "What do you mean?"

I sucked in a quick breath before shoving my hands nervously in my pockets. "the sooner we find out, the sooner we can figure out whether or not we want to have the baby or not. If there- is a baby I mean."

"Wait…" Brittany chimed. "I get a choice?"

Ok, so the cluelessness comes out at random with her. Sigh. "Britt, an abortion. It’s when you end the pregnancy."

Her face went from interested, to terrified in just a beat. "Wait, then what would happen to the baby?"

I hated explaining this to her…. Because it was awful thinking about what an abortion really meant….. It means killing a baby…. I mean, that's what it is…. How else can I describe it to her?

"Never mind Britt. It doesn't matter. We need to go take a test. A pregnancy test, and find out for sure." I told her helping strap her backpack onto her back. I'll let a doctor explain it to her if it turns out that she really is pregnant.

And what the hell are we going to do if she is?

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With as much as I have been pacing this floor for three minutes, it’s enough to dig a moat through Brittany's bedroom carpet. I should sit down…

I sat at the foot of Brittany's bed, and exhaled. I let all of the breath out and with it, I hoped that all of the tension, nerves, and self criticism's would leave too. If this test is positive, I need to pull it together. Brittany is going to be way more confused than I am, and I need to keep my cool so that she can freak out and lean on me if she needs to.

She walked out of the bathroom with the test at her side and she looked horrified. She handed it to me slowly, and I didn't know whether or not she had even looked at it yet.

I never thought that I would be so devastated to see the color pink. Pink for positive. Instead of blue for negative.

I breathed the words with what could barely even count as a voice. "It's positive."