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Blaine Pov

I miss you. –Blaine

I sent the text to Kurt at a stoplight. Not responsible; but, I wanted to text Kurt. It’s the closest I can get to him being near me.

You just left my house 5 minutes ago. Lol. But I miss you too. –Kurt

I smiled at the I’m mediate response. I spent the entire day at the Hummel’s, with Kurt, Savannah, and Mercedes. In the morning, it was just Kurt and Savannah at breakfast. Then I showed up, and Kurt, Savannah and I all talked at the kitchen table. Kurt’s dad Burt was being reassuring and trying to lessen the stress.

We talked for a good hour, and then when Mercedes came, we all decided to go back to being teenagers and gossip, and watch movies, and being dorks. All day, I was trying to de-stress. But I still felt jittery and uncomfortable, and stressed.

I kept finding myself staring at Savannah’s stomach. It seemed to gain more than an inch in less than a month. My baby is growing in there.

And I don’t know how to feel about it.

We’re keeping the baby. We decided this weeks ago, and still, I am terrified. We haven’t talked too much about what that means.

At the next stoplight, I texted Kurt again.

Can I come back over? Home is stressful. My dad is an ass. –Blaine

I put my phone back on the passenger’s seat and waited. Jeez! This light is long.

Bzzt! bzzt!

I know honey, but your dad called for a reason….. and stop texting me while you’re driving Blaine! Text me when you get home! – Kurt

I sighed. Kurt always berated me for texting while driving. I don’t text while driving, I just text while stopped at lights, or heavy traffic. I’m a pretty safe driver. It’s just, lately; I can’t resist texting Kurt as often as I can. He really has been my anchor since I found out. Just like he said he would be. He makes all of the stress in my life fade away, and I can just relish in the love we share.

K…. :-{ -Blaine

Driving right now should be a nice time to clear my head, but it’s not.

I love you. – Kurt

I love you too -Blaine

Letting my cheeks heat up at saying I love you to Kurt, and the fact that he said it first, and has done that on several occasions all week, it’s amazing. I can only revel and live in that happiness for a moment though, because getting on the highway, I realize what time it is……

I groan aloud, 4 pm traffic is insane- It’s going to take me FOREVER to get home…

Leaving me alone with my thoughts for probably an unhealthy amount of time.

Sitting in traffic, alone, with a static stationed radio, for god only knows what reason, (I should get that fixed), I have nothing to do but think. I keep thinking back to breakfast this morning. Where I realized how much worse Savannah is dealing with than I am.  Sure, I am dealing with it too, but she has to be sick all the time. Her clothes are the ones that don’t fit anymore. She’s the one who’s going to have to carry the kid for months, and be in pain when it’s born. I felt so guilty.

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Sitting across the table from Burt finishing up a nice breakfast, Savannah came in denying food, and then not long later, entered into a major mood swing.

“Savannah, how has home been?” Kurt asks.

She only shrugged and ran her fingers around the wood grain spiral designs on the table. She was really quiet and looked extremely low.

“Have you talked anymore with your parents?” I asked this time.

She shook her head again.

“Has your morning sickness gone away finally? It’s supposed to stop after about 14 weeks.” Burt tried this time.

She shrugged, but still said nothing. She seemed a little mute, and I couldn’t blame her.

Everyone just stayed quiet now willing her to talk. She’d say something eventually.

“I’m almost 16 weeks, and it’s still here……” She paused, and then tried again after a deep breath. “It’s almost gone I guess. I’m not feeling it so much anymore, but still sometimes.”

“Is something else bothering you Sav?” Kurt asked, putting a hand on her shoulder, while squeezing my hand under the table at the same time.

Kurt has been nothing but supportive and amazing through this whole week. Truly. He is completely in the mindset that we are in this together, himself, Savannah and I, and he has made it clear that he isn’t going anywhere.

And I couldn’t love him more.

Savannah sighed, and a silent tear rolled down her cheek. “My uh….. My mom won’t talk to me…..”

Everyone else sighed as well, but Burt was the one to talk. Being all wise I think.

“Well, sweetheart, you can surely understand what she is feeling right now. She’s hurt. Give her some time though. She loves you.”

Savannah shook her head though, and wouldn’t accept it. I’ve learned from Kurt telling me a lot, and Savannah’s actions all week, that she is very stubborn. “She hates me. And I deserve it… I just wish she would forgive me already.”

“Just give it time Savannah. My parents are pissed at me too. But I can slowly see them getting over it - Kind of.” I said, and after I said it, I realized that I am probably not helping.

“Excuse me, I just-“ and she ran out of the kitchen and into a restroom.

I was about to get up and go after her, try and be supportive, but Burt told me to leave her be.

“Kurt’s mom had terrible mood swings. Going in there will simply make you feel guilty for doing this to her.”

Too late for that. I already feel guilty.

And like an idiot.

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It’s only 4:00 on a Sunday. I have no reason to be going home right now, except that my dad wants me home. For God only knows what reason. My mom has already told me several times that Savannah needs to make an appointment with an O.B. doctor at Kaiser, where my mom set up all the insurance-y and doctor-y related stuff. All Savannah has to do is call the number, and schedule the appointment.

And she probably would’ve made the appointment already, if she had the number.

Which I have not yet given to her yet…..

Because I totally forgot…. Ok, my bad. Sue me. My head has been so frazzled for the past few weeks.

My dad has been not so subtly trying to push me to spend more time with Savannah. Thankfully, since she and Kurt conveniently live on the same block, they are more often than not, together, and hanging with her, means hanging with him.

Savannah really is a great girl. When she’s not being moody, or crying, she is a lot of fun to be around. She is funny, talented, sarcastic, and confident, and she loves Kurt as much as I do. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if they were somehow related. Her eyes are green, the same color that Kurts eyes turn at random, she has the same color hair as Kurt, chestnut brown, but curly like mine.

She is strangely very comfortable around Burt, and she is very likeable. She has a bright energy about her, and before I knew that she was pregnant, before I got her pregnant actually, I always migrated toward her and enjoyed when she was around. She’s a very happy person, and was almost always smiling. I’d only spent time with her maybe three times before Rachel’s party, but that’s enough time to learn what kind of person someone is.

But now that I got her pregnant, she seems so depressed more often than any other feeling. And it’s my fault.

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I pulled in my driveway at half past 6, and I was ready for absolutely nothing but a nap. I would try and sleep, but not until I have a nice conversation with Kurt – a long one.

What I was prepared for, though, and what I got, were two entirely different things.

Walking inside my kitchen, my dad was sitting there with a folder/packet of something in front of him.

“Dad, what’s going on?”

My dad ushered me to sit in the seat across from him, and I have to admit, I am worried about where this is going.

“Your mother and I are more than ok with covering the medical costs for this baby. But when that baby is born, you need to have a damn good amount of money to take care of him.”

Did he just say him? I rolled my eyes though and didn’t question that. I didn’t respond at all, just waiting for him to get to the point, though I know this is another lecture about what ‘being a man’ entails.

“I’ve told you this several times this month son. You need to get a job. The sooner you start making money, the better. Babies are very expensive Blaine.” He said.

“I know that already dad. I’ve been applying everywhere. You’ve seen me filling out applications. No one is hiring anywhere, at all. Especially not a 16 year old with a less than flexible schedule. I have school all day and Warbler practice.”

I knew what he was ready to say, and right when he opened his mouth to start talking, I cut him off.

“I’m not quitting the Warblers dad! I’m the lead vocalist, and I need something to keep me sane through this! I love the Warblers and I’m not giving it up. And they need me.”

I knew that talking back to my dad would not do me any favors, but I didn’t care. I don’t want to leave the Warblers.

“You’re being an irresponsible brat Blaine. You need to grow up. You’re having a baby. Sacrifices need to be made.”

He pushed the packet toward me, and I exhaled and read the front.

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CEO for Mattel Toys needs a ‘Personal Assistant’

An assistant? Don’t they need to be like…… Adults?

This is a part/ full -time position, 33 hours per week or more. The anticipated work schedule is:

Mon: 3pm-8pm  
Tues: 3pm-8pm  
Wed: 3pm-8pm  

Thurs: 3pm-8pm

Fri: 3pm-8pm     

Sat: 9am – 5pm office hours, and out of the office as established by employer

No way! I am not missing Warbler practice. That’s all I have besides Kurt to keep me happy….

Minimum requirements- 17 ½ years of age, and HSD or equivalent education

Perfect. I’m barely 16 and a half. And I am still in school. I couldn’t do this job anyway.

“Um, Dad. I’m not even old enough for this job. Plus, it says I need to have a high school diploma. I’m still in high school.” I said, and maybe I could’ve looked a bit more disappointed, but I want to work somewhere that I can start after 5 pm. So I can stay a Warbler. I must’ve looked too happy about this though, because my dad didn’t look at all pleased.

“Don’t get too happy Blaine. My buddy Bass, is the C.E.O there, and he owes me a favor. He’s willing to take you because you are my son, and he has been informed that you are more than capable.” My dad said, and I felt like kicking this computer.

I continued reading.

Duties.

Schedule appointments, meetings and/or inspections for personnel; notify City personnel, citizens, buyers, sellers and other individuals of the time and place of various meetings and inspections.

Answer, screen and direct phone calls from the general public; take messages and refer callers to appropriate offices; operate a central switchboard as assigned.

Go to any and all places that you are asked, to perform errands, scouting, and marketing.

Collect and compile periodic reports and perform special projects as assigned; maintain records and inventory information on the status of shipments, etc, and on-going business activities; maintain records of said activities, customer comments,  etc.

Salary:

Must have the ABILITY TO:

Drive swiftly and safely.

Perform clerical and office support duties

Determine appropriate action within clearly defined guidelines.

Apply and explain policies, procedures, rules and regulations to trainees when necessary, whilst always following them yourself.

Type at least 45 words per minute

Always Meet schedules and time line assigned. Be prompt and available with flexibility

Understand and work without supervision or constant authority.

Always answer phones promptly and be courteous and professional in public and inside company settings.

Operate office equipment such as computers, typewriters, calculators and copiers.

Understand and follow oral and written direction, whilst also always communicating effectively with others both orally and in writing.

Establish and maintain cooperative and effective working relationships with others. (being good with names is a plus)

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I sighed.

Why………

Why did I have to spend my entire last summer working with my dad at his stupid law office? If I didn’t work there last summer, and over the holidays for the past 2 years, I wouldn’t have stupid office skills….

And why did I go to get my license on my 16th birthday?

Because I’m an idiot.

I have no reason to tell my dad that I don’t want this job.

Other than the fact that I don’t want it, because I’ll have to give up the Warblers. And I’ll probably rarely ever get to see Kurt. Or any of my friends for that matter.

But how do I tell him that I don’t want to take this job without telling him any of that? If I say the real reason why, he’ll just tell me that I’m ‘thinking like a child’ and ‘time to grow up Blaine!’

I’m not ready to grow up. I know that Savannah and I decided to keep the baby. And my mind has switched from being happy with making a mature decision, and confused with making that decision, I haven’t yet felt bad for making that decision. But still, it is proving harder to accept that I have to grow up than I knew. I know that I need to, and I’m not disputing that at all. I know the mess that I helped make, and I know that I need to be responsible. But is it so wrong that I don’t know how? And that I don’t really want to?

I’m exhausted already; just emotionally drained from everything in the past weeks. I don’t know how to balance working almost full time, and going to school full time. Not to mention, homework, I have a boyfriend, friends, after school activities. I’m 16. Is it wrong to want to be 16?

“Dad, I…. I don’t want to do this job. I was thinking of something more… Part time. Like after 5 so that I can stay in the Warblers.”

The huff and frown from my dad told me that that was far from the answer he wanted to hear. My shoulders slumped as I waited for the lecture.

“Blaine. You need to think about what you just said. Minors can’t work without a work permit. Even with one, you can’t work past 9 pm. If you got a job that started at say, 5:30. You could only work for three and a half hours. And the only other jobs out there hiring kids your age, pay minimum wage. Minimum wage, son is not going to pay for that baby.”

I know that….. I just don’t want to admit that out loud to my dad.

But I couldn’t flat out deny that he was right. I nodded my head slowly, feeling resigned.

“This is a great opportunity Blaine, and if you’re as smart of a young man as I know you are, you’ll take it.”

I really don’t like my dad trying to make me feel inferior….. I’m know that I’m not stupid, and I also know that he sure as hell is going to make me try and feel that way if I don’t take this job that’s basically being handed to me on a platter.

“Dad I- I need to think. Give me some time to think about it please? I don’t- I really want to keep looking at other options. I don’t want to give up yet.” And I want to talk to Kurt. I’m feeling my stress boil to a breaking point.

I knew thoughm that what I just said, was not the answer that he wanted to hear……

“Okay.” My dad said standing up angrily, and pushing the packet closer to me. “When you decide to come to your senses Blaine,” he pointed to a name at the bottom corner of the page. “He’s expecting your call.”

I picked up the folder packet, and sighed as my dad left me alone.

I know that I should call right now, and take responsibility… but I can’t.  I need to talk to Kurt. He always knows what to do. So for now, that’s what I am going to do and this- I looked at the name - Sebastian Smythe can wait.

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Savannah Pov

Papa don’t preach! I’m in trouble deep, papa don’t preach. I’ve been losing sleep.. But I’ve made up my mind! Iiii’m keeping my baby!!!! Ohhh I’m gonna keep my baby. Ooooh…

I was feeling strangely giddy since about 15 minutes ago when I got a snack and brought it up to my room. I started blasting my radio, and dancing around my room like an idiot. But I didn’t care. And I swear, if crackers with strawberry jelly and Swiss cheese makes me feel this happy, I’ll take it over the depression any day!

Were in an awful mess, and I don’t mean maybe….. Please…

I plopped onto my bed as the song came to an end, and I pressed repeat. I just laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling for a while just breathing thinking about my day. This morning started out sucking. I got up, got dressed, noticing that my damn stomach seems to grow even more from the previous night.

“How is this even possible!?” I asked the mirror while I failed for the 50th time to button my jeans.

I ended up just putting on sweats and heading out to Kurt’s. There was no one at that house who didn’t already know I was pregnant anyway. There’s really no point hiding it anymore. Finn found out 2 weeks ago when Kurt told me, “pull your shirt down Sav, your baby bump is showing.’ And didn’t realize that Finn was standing right in front of me.  Sigh. At least he didn’t go telling anyone. As a matter of fact, he just gave me a sad smile.

Which was weird.

I headed down the block and got there in a few minutes. Blaine’s car was already there. I always expect Blaine to be at Kurt’s house now. It’s okay, because now that he knows, I have nothing to hide, and he is as fun to be around as Kurt is. He’s charming, funny, caring, and he loves Kurt. He’s been nothing but supportive since I told him, and now that he knows, I know that he is having a hard time dealing with his thoughts, but he is still keeping his actions under control, and supportive, and sweet.

Not to mention, watching Kurt and Blaine together is awesome. They are like, the epitome of a perfect couple. I even giggle every time they make out because it’s so cute. They are so cute!

I have a gay uncle, and he and his partner remind me a lot of Kurt and Blaine. Gay people have never bothered me. I don’t see them as any different than me, or Quinn, or any other straight person in the world.

Quite frankly, gay people are nicer and more fun anyway. Just the truth.

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The awkward in this room is very, very uncomfortable.  I can’t believe my dad made me come here.

“Savannah, it’s actually a really great idea. You should meet his parents. Find out what they think about this situation, and how they are going to be a part of it. You decided to keep that baby, so they’re going to be the baby’s other grandparents.”

I sat beside Blaine, and across from Blaine’s mom Cheryl, and his dad Robert. They kept smiling and they spent a lot of the meal asking me questions and getting to know me.

“So, Savannah, you’re a sophomore?” His dad asked. I nodded, and he continued. “What extracurriculars are you involved in at school?”

I chewed a bite of pork quickly, and responded. “I’m in the show choir, and I participate in Mckinley’s PFLAG and GSA.  But that’s all. It keeps me pretty busy.”

“What’s a GSA?” His mom asked.

I was confused now. Blaine is their son and he is openly gay. How the hell do they not know what a GSA club is…..

“It’s Gay Straight Alliance. It’s the student only part of the club within PFLAG.” Blaine answered for me.

I swear I saw his dad roll his eyes. Weird…

“What is your favorite class in school?”

“Any pregnancy cravings yet?”

“Do you get good grades?”

With each question, I answered a little bit more confidently, coming slightly out of my skin, but not completely. I feel very strange right now. Kind of like I’m ‘meeting the parents’ except this isn’t my boyfriend. But it seems like his dad keeps trying to make it seem like we are a couple.  It’s very uncomfortable.

“So, are you and Blaine planning on getting a place together?” His dad said loudly wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

“Uh…. I haven’t… We haven’t really talked about ….. that.” I uttered quietly, and shy.

“Dad, we still have time to talk about these things. We’ll talk about them with each other, don’t worry about it.”

I could feel and see the tension between Blaine and his dad. It didn’t seem like they got along too well.

The dinner wore on, and the questions kept coming but the majority of them were simple and easy to answer, until the toughest one of all for me came…..

“How’s your mom doing?” Cheryl asked.

I just looked down into my lap. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing really came out.

I could feel Blaine’s gaze on me though and soon after, I felt his hand on my back. He rubbed right behind my shoulder, and I spoke.

“My mom isn’t really talking to me. She hasn’t said a word to me really since last month when I told her.”

Cheryl just put on a half-smile, and nodded slowly. “Oh, I’m sorry sweetie. That sounds like it’s hard. Don’t worry. She’ll come around.”

I’m not so sure that she will. But I didn’t say that out loud. I just tried to will the I’m pending tears away, but it didn’t work, as I felt one roll down my cheek, and I sniffled.

It got quiet for a bit before the questions started up again. I was thankful now for the distraction of my thoughts.

“Are you excited to find out the gender?”

This was something that I really hadn’t thought about. It doesn’t really matter to me; as long as the baby is healthy. But, I don’t know if Blaine has a preference or not.

“I haven’t really thought about it. I don’t really know if I want to find out or not. As long as there is nothing wrong with him or her, then I will be happy.”

Blaine’s dad chuckled standing up and taking his plate to the sink, bringing back a beer.

“Oh, it’ll be a boy. Trust me.”

I looked over at Blaine who just rolled his eyes, and shook his head. He was silently telling me, “So sorry. Just listen and nod.” That’s the warning he gave me before the dinner started.

I wanted to laugh.

“Why do you think so?” I asked him, very curious now.

He swallowed his drink and continued. “I know so honey. Hasn’t been a girl born in our family for just about 2 decades. I doubt Blaine was lucky enough to make one.”

He was laughing, and I was feeling very bad for Blaine. That seemed like a really big insult to his sexuality. And not even a subtle one - that was rude.

I just shrugged. “I guess we’ll see when it’s born.” I said putting a hand on Blaine’s knee and squeezing a little. I saw the corner of his mouth turn up into a small smile at the contact, but he didn’t look up. He only stared at his plate.

It wasn’t quite as awkward for me now as it was when it started, but I was still uncomfortable, more so for Blaine. He seemed like he wanted to be ANYWHERE but here. And I don’t blame him. His dad was kind of a jerk. He spent the whole night telling Blaine to ‘be a man, fill her glass will you?’ and ‘be tough, I didn’t hit you that hard!’ and the worst one, ‘oh stop being such a girl and get off your phone’.

I know that he is texting Kurt, and he’s more likely than not, doing it to keep from flipping the table over due to his dads’ incessant jerkiness.

His mom seemed okay. She was just trying to make me comfortable, and she wasn’t really saying much to Blaine at all, but she seemed like she was forcing a lot of unnecessary smiles.

Thank god my barf reflex decided to halt for this evening, because that would’ve just made this night wear on longer.

“So, how was your last OBGYN appointment?” His mom asked me.

I was confused. “I- I don’t have an OBGYN yet. I- uhm, haven’t figured that out yet. I know I need to but, my parents insurance….  I’m going to soon though.”

She raised an eyebrow at me and then glared at Blaine. “Blaine! You didn’t give her the information?!

I looked over at Blaine with a puzzled look. He just dropped his head in his hands and started shaking his head.

“Damnit.” he muttered. “I totally forgot. I’m sorry Savannah. I was supposed to give it to you, but I’ve been so distracted lately. I’m sorry. I’ll give it to you before you leave.”

His mom was frustrated. “Blaine, she is 4 months pregnant! You need to be taking care of her. She has to have ultrasounds and blood work done! Not to mention, in a few weeks, you can see the sex! You need to wake up son! You can’t let distractions stop you from taking responsibility.”

“That boyfriend of yours is taking up too much of your time! You need to spend less time with him, and more time with the mother of your child, and take care of her!” His dad shouted.

Ok, this isn’t the 50’s. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I’m not some invalid who needs Blaine to do everything for me. I do need a doctor, yes, but they are being too harsh on him. I want to help and stick up for him, but I don’t think that they will take anything that I have to say seriously.

“He- he spends a lot of time with me Mr. Anderson. Really.” I said, and that wasn’t a lie. Even though he’s with Kurt 95 percent of the time that he is with me, it’s ok. They don’t need to know that part. The way that his dad said, ‘that boyfriend of yours’ makes things seem like they don’t care too much for Kurt. So I’ll leave that part out. I continued. “We both have just been really stressed out, and it’s my fault. Whenever he brings up something about the baby, I usually rush to change the subject. This is really hard for me to talk about still.”

“No Savannah,” Blaine said sternly, “don’t. You don’t have to explain anything. I should’ve given you the information. I was being irresponsible, and I take the lecture. It’s my fault, and I’ll start stepping up.” He turned back to his parents, and continued. “I’ll start being more responsible. I’ll give her the paper, and I’ll call with her. We’ll get an appointment as soon as possible, and it’ll work out fine. I shouldn’t have waited so long.”

I wanted to protest. Not let him soak up all of the stress. He is doing plenty. He’s being supportive, and he’s keeping calm all the time even when I know he wants to freak out and panic like I am. I wanted to protest, but he kept giving me that look. “Please, just leave it alone.”

So I left it alone - for now.

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Blaine Pov

I missed you tonight… Soooo much. –Blaine

I missed you too. How’d it go? –Kurt

Stupid…. Don’t really want to talk about it though. Can I come over? –Blaine

Blaine, it’s almost 9 o’clock. We have school tomorrow. I don’t think my dad’s going to be cool with you coming over….  -Kurt

He doesn’t have to know…. I can come later. Like after midnight when he’ll be sleeping and you can sneak me in… I really need to see you.-Blaine

I know exactly what Kurt is doing right now. He is biting his lip, and turning his phone over in his hands over and over contemplating whether or not to give in to the temptation of what we both know, he wants.

Ok….. I’ll sneak you in. But park like…. Down the street. –Kurt

And that was how I ended up on Kurt’s bed with him, at 12:30 at night, shirtless and sweaty.

“I was thinking about you all night. Every time my dad opened his mouth, I just thought of you, and it kept me from storming out, and screwing everything up.”

Kurt continued to kiss me as we lay side by side, breathing a little erratic, but nothing but comfortable.

“I’m glad you didn’t. You and savannah don’t need any more stress right now, and an angry dad on your back is not gonna help anyone.” Kurt huffed, and Immediately attached himself to my lips again after his monologue.

But I let go. Kurt’s eagerness to make out was taking effect on me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I tried changing the subject, willing my friend, to not come out to play yet. I’ve been pretty careful about not letting Kurt feel my hard-ons when we’ve made out over the past few weeks, but the way we were laying right now, he would surely feel it.

“My dad got me this job offer. Personal assistant to the CEO of Mattel toy company.”

Kurt whistled a ‘phew’. “That’s- wow! That’s a really awesome job.”

I just shrugged though and breathed out, “I know… but its full time. It’ll start right after school, and I will have to quit glee, and who knows when ill even get to see you. I don’t want a job that’ll take up my entire life….. But nothing else will pay as good as this job pays.” I looked down at Kurt’s chest. “I don’t know what to do…”

Kurt took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. “Whatever you choose to do Blaine, make sure you are doing what you feel is the right thing to do. Don’t do it because your dad tells you too. Follow your gut.”

“But my gut is telling me to take the job because Savannah and I are going to need the money, and it’s an amazing opportunity. It pays well, and the only other job I might get around here, will pay minimum wage, and have strict limits on a work permit. This job is….. really perfect…. I won’t need a work permit because it’ll pay under the table, and be off record. But I…. I’m not ready to give up being 16 you know?”

Kurt just nodded at me. I knew that he understood. He always understood. Because he is Kurt Hummel and he is perfect like that.

“How about, tonight, we be 16, and tomorrow, we will talk about being adults. And then you can tell Savannah everything….”

I like the idea of being 16 tonight. But….

“Can we all talk about it together? The three of us? I mean, you’re Savannah’s best friend, and your opinion really matters to her, and your opinion is necessary for me. I know it’s not your responsibility but, can we still all talk together?”

Kurt just smiled. “Of course Blaine. I like that.”

I smiled back, and leaned to resume kissing him. We scooted closer to each other until we were chest to chest, knees to knees. I started to trail slow and languid kisses down his neck, just reveling the scent that is Kurt, and I started to suck lightly on a spot under his jaw, just to the left.

“B-Blaine…quit it… It’s too hot for a turtleneck, stop it…..”

But I was unconvinced with his tone, so I just sucked harder, marking his perfect porcelain neck with a dark pink splotch.

He exhaled, and grabbed my face, pulling me to kiss me again, and his tongue slid into my mouth, past my teeth, and he parted my lips sloppily.  I took his bottom lip between my teeth, and nibbled a bit, but proceeded to suck it red. He tasted amazing.

Kurt was breathing shakily, and I knew now, that I was definitely hard again, and this time, I didn’t care. I would not stop kissing Kurt.

My hand trailed down his chest pulling his t-shirt up at his navel, and then my fingers traced up his bare torso. Kurt’s fingers were in my tangled mess of hair and it felt absolutely heavenly. I released his lips for a moment to catch my breath. In that brief moment, he buried his face in my chest, and I look down to see that he had a hard on that was straining in his sweats.

I had the very intense urge to grab it, and turn him into a blubbering mess of moans and groans. But I didn’t want to do anything that Kurt wouldn’t be ready for.

Two weeks ago when we were in this very same room making out, Kurt had put his hand right at my bulge, and I almost know for sure that he would’ve palmed me had his dad not walked in, and kicked me out for the night for being on Kurt’s bed, yet again. I think it had more to do with the fact that he saw Kurt’s hand resting on my groin, but either way, we were forgiven, (‘cause papa Burt is a softie, and a bit of a pushover, so I have learned) and this was our first time making out since then.

And this time, there would almost surely be no Burtus Interruptus…..

I let my hand slide back down Kurt’s chest and hit the waistband of his sweats before stopping.

I looked at Kurt’s face now, as he looked down at my hand, and he moved it back up his chest.

Ok, so he’s not ready yet.

“No. Blaine. Actually, can I….. I want to take away some of your stress. Is that ok?”

Oh god, if he meant what I think he meant….. “Ok.” I whispered.

Kurt rolled me onto my back, and he unbuttoned my jeans slowly, and I was slightly embarrassed at how tight they were because of my erection.

I swallowed, and I really hope it want loudly because that would be weird. And awkward, and I didn’t want this to be awkward.

Kurt’s fingers pulling down my zipper almost tickled. His hands were about to be on me. Bare.

For the first time.

I wanted to start singing.

Through the hole in my boxers, he put his hand in, and with how hot the air surrounding my shaft was, his hand was a little cold. I flinched just a bit, and he pulled my friend out of his cage.

My breathing hitched as Kurt made eye contact with me at the same time that his thumb pressed against the head of my cock, and rubbed the bit of pre-come on the tip.

His eyes were completely lust blown. A very dark green it seemed, but it was hard to tell with only the moonlight from the window.

“Is this ok?” he asked, in a low register voice that I don’t think I have ever heard yet from him….

And god damnit all! It was freaking SEXY!

“Yeah.. Yeah it’s good…” I stuttered out.

He wrapped his now warm hand around my length and started to pump me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. Somehow that made everything a lot hotter. The eye contact.

He saw every time my mouth opened when his hands brushed against my balls, and he saw every sharp inhale when he twisted his hand right at the head of my cock. I should feel vulnerable. But I didn’t. I just felt very, very turned on!

And as his hand started to pump even faster around me, I moaned softly causing Kurt to smile mischievously and tighten his grip just a bit.

That did it. I felt the pooling of butterflies in my lower stomach, and I knew that as amazing as this feels, and how much I don’t want it to stop, it is going to be over in about 10 seconds.

“K-Kurt.. You’re… I’m about to….”

“I know.” Kurt said in that same low voice that seriously is what sent me over the edge,

His strokes on me slowed, and now his hands seemed like they were pulling the streams of my white cum right from my head.

When I was damp and going limp, Kurt took his hands off of me, still with his eyes locked on mine.

“Kurt-” I whimpered.

He batted his eyelashes, scooted up on the bed to kiss my lips in a passionate peck, and then got off of the bed, and walked to the bathroom.

I exhaled, and was so blissed out; I didn’t even question why he got up. That was incredible……

He came back with a hand towel, and he wiped his hand with it before leaning down to clean my limp member off.

At the contact, it threatened to get hard again, but I willed it away, and with Kurt finishing the cleaning, the urge went away.

………………………………………………………….

“Mr. Anderson?” Mr. Phelps called angrily, and judging by his tone, it’s probably not the first time he called. I must’ve been so lost in my thoughts of last night’s amazing perfection time with Kurt that I didn’t hear.

“Yeah?” I responded trying to come out of my thoughts.

“Can you read the next paragraph? On Collin’s theory of irregular slavery?”

Is it bad that I totally can’t even remember what class I am in right now? Let alone what paragraph we are on.

“Uh…... sure….” I looked down at my book, and it was on a page of review questions, for the last chapter. Wow, I hadn’t even gotten to the chapter the class is reading……

Whoops.

“Yeah…um… I’m sorry, what page is that on?”

Mr. Phelps exhaled and started to remove his glasses when I noticed Jeff and Nick both eyeing me curiously from their desks.

Ok, I’ll admit, it really isn’t like me to not pay attention in class, but after this past month, I deserve a daydream or two. Even if this specific daydream really happened.

Besides, I’d rather be thinking about an amazing hand job from my gorgeous boyfriend, than slavery from the 1800’s or whatever this was about.

“Mr. Anderson, I think it would be appropriate for you to come in after school for a detention, and maybe then, you can catch up on this lesson and make up for your serious lack of attentiveness in my class for the past few weeks.”

I sighed, and slumped a little in my chair. Thankfully, the bell rang before he could really say anything else, and I started packing up my stuff to get the heck out of here!

“Dude, what is up?” Jeff asked with Nick nodding beside him wanting to know the same thing.

I just put on my backpack, and walked up to Mr. Phelps’s desk.

“Blaine, I don’t know what is going on, but you need to pull it together, and keep it out of my classroom. You have an education to gain while in here and you’re dazing into another mindset is not benefitting your grade.”

He handed me a detention slip, and it read

After school detention Monday, and Tuesday

Classroom disruption

I rolled my eyes. I’d hardly call it a class disruption, but whatever.

“Your family pays very good money for you to attend this school and get a top notch education. I’d hate to be contributing to letting you throw that away.”

I rolled my eyes. “Please…. My parents wipe their behinds with the amount of money they paid for tuition here.”

I saw Nick and Jeff turn to face me from the door that they were just walking out of, and their jaws almost hit the floor, and their eyes were wide as hell.

Crap, I said that out loud?

“I think I will be making a call to your parents tonight Blaine, and you need to bring back that detention slip tomorrow signed, as well as this test.” He said handing me a test with a big red D- on it.

“What the hell?! You gave me a D-?”

Mr. Phelps wasn’t looking at me anymore. He was focused on his papers on his desk. I sighed, and walked out of the class past Nick and Jeff, and as I made it about 10 feet down the hall, they hustled to catch up to me.

“Okay, what the hell dude! You’ve never talked to a teacher like that before!” Nick shouted.

“Yeah man, I mean Phelps is sort of strict sometimes, but that was kind of uncalled for. What is going on Bro?” Jeff added.

I sat down at a bench that we had just walked beside, and put my head in my hands.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting really strange lately. Are you ok?”

I know that my friends are genuinely concerned. Time to tell them too I guess.

“You guys remember that party I went to with the New Directions? Back at New Year’s?”

They both nodded, and sat beside me.

“Well, apparently, I turn straight when I’m drunk, and I got really drunk that night…… Like really, really drunk.”

They looked at each other, and then back at me, and it was quiet between the three of us for a moment.

“Oh Blaine, what did you do?” Nick asked with worry, but I knew that he already put the pieces together.

I sighed again, and said it. “I got a girl pregnant.”