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Blaine Pov

"Mp." she whimpered. Just the smallest of sounds as I pushed myself in and out and it sounded like a sound of pain, but it could’ve meant anything. Was I hurting her? Or was she sexually frustrated? Part of me didn't want to stop to care. I was too drunk to be responsible.

But some part of my brain must’ve still had clear thought because I slowed down.

"Are you ok?" I asked her, and she just made the noise again. “Mp... Uhm... it’s just... it’s a lot..... it hurts."

I wanted to stop, hearing that I was hurting her, but I couldn't.

"No. It’s ok. It’s- it'll get better in a minute, just.... wait. Let me," but I trailed off and I kept thrusting.

Savannah pushed against my shoulders and whimpered more. "Blaine, stop. Please, I can’t- it hurts….... please stop!"

But it was like I could hear her, but couldn't. I could hear her pleading with me that she didn’t want it, but my brain blocked it out. She liked it. I know she did. It felt too good to not like it. But she was whimpering, and moaning softly in pain still.

"Please. It hurts! Stop... Ow! OW!"

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I sat up in bed, sweaty and terrified. I looked to my left, and saw it bright outside. Looking to my right, I saw Savannah sitting up, on her bed with her hands on her abdomen, tears on her cheeks, whimpering ‘Ow.’ Over and over again.

‘What the-‘ I thought in confusion, rubbing my eyes.

Then I remembered, Sav and I were taking a nap because of my being let out of work early today, and Savannah just being tired….

“Are you ok?" I asked getting up and going over to sit beside her on the bed.

She tried to nod, but another 'Ow.' Escaped her lips instead, and then again every few seconds. "Yeah. I’m ok….. I’m ok. But are you?" she asked, turning to face me. “You’re sweating.”

"Me?" I faked surprise. "M’fine." I shook my head of the cloudiness. "Now what's wrong? Why are you ow-ing so much?"

She scooted back on the bed and leaned back. “My stomach hurts. They feel like really bad cramps."

Right… right….. I remember. Before we fell asleep, they’d been happening for hours. Her mom said that they were Braxton hicks, and totally normal; Nothing to worry about.

But I’m not so sure.

“Are you sure you’re okay Blaine?”

I started to rub her back, but I was on auto pilot really, still kind of shaken from my dream.

Was hearing Savannah moaning in pain for real in the same room as my sleeping self, even though I was deeply sleeping, what triggered my dream to shift into what it was?

I mean, I didn't rape Savannah.
At least, I don't think I did. She never said I did.

I mean, the dream started out real. It started as a memory. Savannah and I at the New Year’s party from earlier this year. Spin the bottle, and Santana and Puck shoving drink after drink down my throat. But, once Finn threw a blanket over us, suddenly, the dream randomly became dark.....
Why would I dream that?

That’s not what happened….

That's not what happened is it? 
I didn't.....r....rape her did I?
We were just drunk and unprotected……..

I pushed it to the back of my brain for now, not wanting to get lost in my mind at the moment. I need to be alert for the babies and Savannah.

She was breathing uncomfortably, looking at her hands on her swollen stomach. She was really in such frustrating pain. Before I fell asleep, I read a little bit about Braxton hicks. It said the same thing as her mom did, that they’re nothing to worry about, but I don't like to take chances. Especially because of my headspace right now.

“I'm just jumbled in my own head. Tired, you know?” I told Savvy.
Sav was about to speak again, but cut herself off, taking a breath through her nose, and squinting her eyes tight shut.
I honestly debated whether or not to tell her about what I just dreamt. It might take her mind off the pain.
I looked at her again though, and right as I opened my mouth, she threw her head back and exhaled.
No. Never mind. Telling her will just put more stress on her.
I should tell Kurt though.
No, that'll scare him away for sure.

His boyfriend having creepy nightmares about non-consensual sex with the mother of his babies?
I must be some kind of freak.
I shook my head though, forgetting about this for now, and focusing on what’s important.
"The pain should only be coming at random Savannah, not staying consistently for hours.... I think maybe we should go in and see the doctor…. Just in case….." I suggested.

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… And, the doctor confirmed the same thing that Savannah’s mom, and the internet did. Braxton hicks, and they’re completely normal.

“They also hurt like hell!” Savannah said, and the doctor just nodded along.

“I hate to tell you Savannah, but real labor, is a lot like it, only they last longer, and a lot of women find them more painful than Braxton Hicks. So be warned. They’re actually preparing you for what’s to come soon.”

That was perfect success in terrifying Savannah for the next month.

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Savannahs Pov

This house is filthy. It's utterly disgusting, and I can’t even bear to be in here, without feeling sick.

There are nasty smelling clothes everywhere. Rolled up diapers every few steps in the living room. There’s crispy rice, toasted o’s, oatmeal, milk and who knows what the hell else scattered on the kitchen floor.

The Minton’s told me that once my babies are born, it’d be no issue at all to bring them to work with me since I’m already taking care of kids.

NO. FREAKING. WAY. IN. HELL!

I would NEVER bring my kids here. EVER!

I don’t think I’ll even TOUCH my kids after being here. I’ll have to shower first.
I have never been in a house filthier than this one, and that is really not an exaggeration. My job, is gross! I kind of HATE working here……

I started with cleaning the living room, because most of my day is spent in here. It’s where the kids play, watch TV, and where homework gets done. So when the kids get back from school, it’ll be clean in here; probably for the first time. I wonder how shocked they’ll be. Especially considering they have no homework today it being Friday and they are free to play in here.

They had better think twice before trying to destroy what I spent all morning cleaning.

I sneezed every 30 seconds cleaning the dust alone. And I think that is what woke the babies up from their morning nap. It put a delay in my cleaning.

Hearing the babies wake crying, I waddled to their room to get them out of bed. I picked the baby up out of his crib, and set him on the carpet for a minute so I could get Evan. But as he put his arms up for me to grab him, the babies kicked, hard.

“Ow….” I said, holding my stomach.

Evan just looked at me, and if a 2 year old can look concerned, he did.

“Hmm. K, how can I get you out of here without killing my back……” I whispered.

Evan was bigger and heavier than his little brother…

“Vanna, I cah get owt.” Evan said, climbing over the bars now. He was struggling a little to do it, but he got out.

I raised my eyebrows at him, but shrugged. It works.

I’m sure he’ll drive me nuts by doing that later, but for now, it works. He’s too big for me to carry now, and I’m so huge.

I picked Josh back up, and Evan followed me out to the living room.

“You guys want breakfast?” I said.

“Behfis!!” Evan called excitedly. “I wan Cheeyos!”

Of course Joshie just babbled.

I sat them in their seats at the table which was sickeningly gross. I went to look on the cereal shelf, and of course, there was no cereal left because all week, I haven’t been here for breakfast, so they were most definitely probably given cereal and milk to eat for all three meals because the parents didn’t want to cook.

Typical.

So there was cereal and sticky milk all over the table and floor. Their kids never eat their food unless they are being watched. Which they never are. The parents leave the kids at the table. I’ve only been here for a little over 2 months, and already the parents wonder why the house is cleaner than they left it when I leave for the day. They wonder how I get the kids to actually eat their food rather than waste it.

It’s simple, I eat with them. I make it fun. They clean their own messes during the day when I’m there because they get praised for doing it, and they are TOLD TO DO IT. Their parents say they tell them to, but the kids don’t respect them, so what’s their incentive to listen? Their parents threats are empty. If you say ‘clean your mess or no TV’ you have to follow through with it. But they don’t. They don’t seem to be involved in anything in the kids’ lives actually, and it’s sad.

I huffed, looking around the kitchen.

“Disgusting…”

“Usgussing! Hieheiheie!” Evan laughed.

I smiled at the cutie. I looked at the time on the oven. I just started work an hour ago. It’s only 7:30. I can justify not feeding them breakfast until 8, or 8:30.

I got two sippy cups from the cabinet and filled them with milk, gave them to the little ones, and then put the both of them in the playpen.

I need to clean this kitchen before I can even think about trying to cook them breakfast in here.

Evan started to cry at being put in the playpen but I gave him a stern look and said, “Do you want to go back to bed?”

“No!” he stamped his foot, and yelled.

“Then stop crying! I have to clean up, and I need you to play with toys, and be nice to your brother in here! Got it?”

He nodded through sniffles. “K….. Godih.”

I know I sound kind of harsh because he’s only 2, but believe me, he is a rude little shit! And because he was raised this way, getting whatever he wants just by crying, I have to break him out of it, at least get him to know that he won’t get away with that when I’m here, and the way I have learned works for getting him to listen, is by being kind of mean.

No, not mean, stern.

After cleaning at least all of the dishes, and a small area on the counter nearest to the stove, I had to start cooking. It had taken a freaking hour and a half just to do that!

I’m telling you, it was freaking disgusting!

I scrambled some eggs for me and Evan, as well as a few slices of toast, (I put jelly on Evan’s; he’ll like that) and I mashed a banana into some rice cereal and formula for Josh.

The biggest benefit of this job I think, is learning all kinds of things to do with real food to make baby food; since the Minton’s very rarely have baby food in the house. They told me to not worry about that and just give Josh milk, but she never leaves enough pumped breast milk in the fridge for me to give him, and the formula she buys makes him colicky!

I read online a lot about what I can feed him in addition to the milk, and I’ve learned that since he is 6 months old, he can eat quite a bit.

Evan was really excited to have something yummy to eat besides cereal for once, and I fed Joshie while eating myself in between his taking HOURS to chew one bite. After I finished feeding the baby his breakfast, I finished cleaning the kitchen while Evan took forever to finish his.

There was so much crap stuck to the floor, it could feed a freaking third world country. So gross.

It was already 9 o’clock by the time Evan finished eating. I put the baby in the playpen again, but this time settled Evan on the couch to watch some cartoons. I told him to stay put, and of course, he didn’t hesitate, because these kids seriously never took their eyes off of the TV when it’s on.

I had nothing to worry about.

After cleaning the table, and the family room, I needed to sit down. My back was starting to KILL me.

Joining the two year old on the couch, I found a booklet amidst the mess on the coffee table that I had left for last when I cleaned the bookshelf in the family room.

“Diet for breastfeeding”

I figured, why not read it while I’m taking a little break? My feet are killing me and my back is aching, so I need to rest for a few minutes before I continue cleaning anyway. I will feel less bad about sitting on my butt at work if I’m learning something…….

Very important when you are breastfeeding to get all of the proper nutrients into your body in order to provide your baby with the healthiest meal possible.

Remember, you should consume none of the following while breastfeeding:

• Milk or other dairy products, coffee, caffeine, chocolate.
• Avoid gassy vegetables like broccoli, cabbage, brussel sprouts, beans, and spinach
• No onion, garlic or other heavy spices.
• No fruit juices, or nuts.
• Avoid heavy sugars, like in soda
• Stay away from too much acid (oranges, tomatoes, dressings)

“Geez! Can I eat anything?” I muttered for a moment before I kept reading.

Here is a list of Foods that are good to eat while breastfeeding.

• Plain meats, like chicken, turkey, lamb, beef. (But no Fish)
• Breads, and cereals (but with no dairy)
• Non gassy vegetables, like Peas, potatoes, string beans, carrots, and corn.

Always remember to stay well hydrated! Drink at least 2 quarts of water a day.

Herbal teas are okay too, but with not a lot of sugar added.

Take 5 Tums a day to supplement for calcium while breastfeeding since Milk will cause colic for your baby.

Fun facts to know while breastfeeding:

It is common for babies to get gas. If your infant gets gassy, Mylicon infant drops, 0.3 ml 4 times a day, can truly be a lifesaver.

Remember, don’t overfeed your baby. If your baby seems to still be hungry after a full feeding, don’t continue feeding them if it’s just to keep them from crying. There could be something else wrong. Use swings, car rides, holding and rocking, even a heating tummy pad to occupy and soothe them. There are many things to do to keep your baby from over-eating. Comfort and bonding are key to your babies daily schedule.

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I wanted to scream. I know now why baby Josh is so colicky, and whiny and awful a lot of the time.

Because his mom must not have read this AT ALL! Jan eats sugary cereals with whole milk. She drinks Coca Cola, coffee, and eats fast food! They never cook a home cooked meal or anything healthy.

……….Poor baby…….

Whenever he does actually get to breastfeed, his mom is pumping all of that crap into his body.

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With the house being as spotlessly clean as I could get it, in every room except for the bedrooms, I was beat!

Completely beat, and I officially am not moving until I have to go home at the end of today.

But, with everything being clean, it kept the kids in the living area of the house when they got home from school. Peacefully for once. When everyone got home from school, they were so excited that everything was clean, they stayed out of their rooms to enjoy the fresh air.

This was the first time that I had cleaned THE ENTIRE house. I was told that it’s not part of my job description to clean because it would be impossible with the 5 kids, but since I get it done when there is only 2, and they behave when they’re with me, it’s very possible.

 I always keep it picked up in the living room daily because I can’t stand it a mess, but today, I went all out. The works. I felt sick though, so it HAD to be done.

“Don’t you DARE start bringing crap out here!!!” I sneered at Parker who had a bucket of toys, and two blankets to start trashing the living room now that there was space to play in. She stuck out a puppy lip and walked back to her room with her items. They can have a few toys, but not the whole playroom.

“Yeah! This is a living room, not a play room. Trash your own room! Not my masterpiece.”

“Hey!” a voice called from beside me. “No! I live there too! Besides! We have to clean that up!” Hunter called.

I just laughed and got up to sit under the window by her. It is really hot in here.

 I struggled to squat my butt down to sit beside her on a little beanbag cube thingy that she made, just like the one she sat on. Hunter was very artsy. She sews and draws, and paints, and crochets, makes jewelry and makes clothes and things…. All of that artsy and crafty stuff, she knows how to do, and does it well. I really want her to teach me!

But right now, she’s drawing on a sketchpad.

It’s funny because Hunter is NEVER out here. That’s just proof of how clean it is in here right now and how good it feels for these kids to be in a clean environment for once.

Evan actually asked me if he could go night night on the couch because his bed is dirty.

Poor kids.

I didn’t clean their bedrooms because I don’t know where things go in there, but I did change the sheets and blankets on his bed so he would want to take a nap in there.

“What’s that?” I asked Hunter, looking over her book and seeing the awesome 3d picture she was sketching. She half hid the drawing though and smiled a little.

“You can’t see, it’s not finished yet.” She said.

“Oh come on, just a peek. I won’t judge.”

Hunter handed over the page and my eyes probably popped out of my head.

“Holy cows. This is incredible.”

Hunter just turned away with a blush and shrugged.

Like her art didn’t matter.

“No really, this is awesome! Does anyone know that you’re this good? Your mom, or dad?”

“More or less I guess.…….” She shrugged again. “They’ve seen my drawings before but, they don’t really pay attention to me now that there is… however many others of us… I lost count.”

I don’t think I’ve ever felt worse for a person before. It breaks my heart. I wouldn’t ever neglect my kid like that.

I wouldn’t neglect any of my kids.

How can any parent?

“Wait, so you mean, they don’t tell you that you’re good?” I asked.

“The only time they really notice me at all is when they need something cleaned, or a baby watched. I’m pretty much a pawn. I’m useful when they need it, otherwise, I’m disposable.”

I wanted to cry. Whether it was from sadness, hormones, or a mixture of both, I didn’t think I’d make it the next few seconds without crying.

……..And, here they come…… waterworks.

Tears fell down my cheeks slowly, and I kind of felt like hugging her, but I think she’d find it weird. We may both go to the same school, but we still don’t know each other well. Even though I’ve been here for a few months, she really just stays in her room. This might be the most we’ve talked since I started here.

“Hey, don’t cry. It’s really not that big of a deal. Please, I’m not worth crying over.” She pleaded.

That didn’t help. In fact that made me cry more.

“Don’t say that Hunter. You are worth crying over. You’re talented. And your parents should see that. Don’t doubt your worth.”

She just stared into her lap and blushed a little. But she still shrugged.

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After the babies woke from their nap, I cooked an easy dinner for the kids. I could’ve easily made them microwave chicken nuggets and pizza rolls and all of that other frozen shit their parents have me give them every day, but then, I’d have to eat it too, and I am not eating that crap!

If I cook something for me, I might as well cook for them too. So I made simple spaghetti and meatballs. It wasn’t the cleanest meal, but I was starving, and they had all the ingredients for it.

Maybe I can help them out by making a shopping list…….

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All knowing POV

After an extremely long work day, Savannah had 3 out of 5 kids in their bed and asleep by 8pm. And Little Josh was also asleep, not in his bed, but on Savvy’s chest and belly, and Hunter was still drawing, but now on the couch beside a sleeping babysitter and baby brother.

Jan and Rob came through the front door loudly at half past nine.

“Shhh….” Hunter whispered with a finger to her lips, and a thumb pointing to Savannah and Josh fast asleep.

Jan and Robert nodded, but stopped dead in their tracks realizing that they weren’t stepping over toys, cheerios and clothes to get through the door.

“What in the world?” Jan gasped.

Robert feigned, “Wow, I can’t remember the last time I saw the carpet.”

Hunter snorted under her breath, and shook her head, but not noticeably. She was eons past ashamed of her parents.

“Did Savannah clean all of this up?” Jan asked her eldest daughter.

Hunter nodded. “Mmhmm. She did the rest of the house too. Just not the bedrooms.”

Robert picked up a pile of his clothes that were folded on the ottoman. “No wonder she’s passed out. She did laundry too. The clothes are still warm.”

Jan just looked flabbergasted.

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Savannah and Blaine were both completely exhausted. Working all week long, and going to school was the absolute hardest thing for any teenager to do, and yet the both of them were pulling it off.

Blaine, having passed his entrance test with flying colors was accepted to attend Mckinley high as a Senior this year, so he would be graduating with Kurt in the summer. Despite how desperate Mr. Schue seems to be with getting Blaine to join glee club, Blaine just doesn’t have time. On days when he isn’t called early into work, he tries to drop in the choir room for a few minutes, but it’s mostly just to say hi to friends for a little bit, and kiss Kurt, and then head out and off to work.

Savannah is doing independent studies for the first semester of this year because school doesn’t actually offer maternity leave, and Blaine’s paternity leave for work doesn’t begin until October 7th, which is a week before Savannah’s due date. Savannah’s last day of work was last Friday.

Blaine’s parents are throwing a baby shower for Blaine and Savannah at a condo complex tomorrow. Blaine was still trying to think of what family members house it was being held at, because he didn’t recognize the address on the text message his parents sent him on where to go for the baby shower.

Thankfully, Sebastian had given Blaine Saturday afternoon and all of Sunday off because of his long work week, so he was able to rest all day Saturday, with Kurt at his side to pepper him with kisses, and mentally prepare him to face family and family friends tomorrow on what is sure to be the most fancy un-baby shower like baby shower in history.

“Oh lighten up Blaine. I’m sure it won’t be that bad. And it’s a great chance to score swag for the beebies. Free stuff. Why are you so smug?” Kurt asked, rubbing circles along his boyfriends’ chest.

“Because it’s going to completely suck. Everyone in my family will be expecting me to be in a relationship with the mother of my babies. Especially my dad and I know that he will be telling everyone that I am, and I have to just stand idly by and deal with it… I don’t want to go….” Blaine whined.

Kurt couldn’t help but feel his pain a bit. Honestly, he hates the idea of anyone thinking that Savannah and Blaine are a couple. Blaine is his, and only his.

And Savannah knows that too! She is dating Finn, for god sakes! She obviously has no interest in Blaine. Blaine’s parents are just plain jackasses to lie to the world just to appear as the perfect rich family.

“Hey Kurt! Can I come in?” Finn called from his door, knocking obnoxiously.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Come in Finn. What do you need?”

His lug of a brother walked in with a stupid smile on his face. “Hey, Blaine, you got 10 bucks? Savannah wants food, and Burt hasn’t paid me yet, so I’m broke. And since I bought it last time, which she pointed out, you owe me.”

Both boys paused. “……..What?”

“Savannah said, and I quote, ‘the babies want food’. I told her I’m broke, and if I could cook, I’d go over there and make her something, but…… yeah, I can’t cook.”

Kurt was shaking his head now….. “Get to the point brother.”

“Okay!” Finn started rushing. “So, she said, ‘ask Kurt to come over and cook for me, or since they’re your kids, Blaine, you should buy the food to feed them.’”

Kurt and Blaine’s jaws were just open and Finn rebuttled, “Hey, I’m just following orders.”

Kurt started cracking up laughing.

“She really needs to have those babies. Her hormones, are making her completely insane.” Kurt said sitting up and walking over to his backpack.

“I agree. She’s lost it.” Blaine added.

Finn shrugged.

Kurt handed him a 10 dollar bill. “Don’t get her fast food. It’s not good for the babies. Healthy lunch, or I will end you.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah. I got it. Thanks Broth-her.”

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Blaine Pov

It’s Anderson Twins!

Read the huge multicolored banner on the awning of the porch of this mystery house.

Here goes nothing.

I took a deep breath, and grabbed Savannah’s hand. This is gonna be a long day. “You ready?” I asked.

She just nodded her head slowly. “Ready as I’ll ever be going into a baby shower with a room full of people I have NEVER met……”

Good point. I should just suck it up and get over my annoyance at being here. At least I know the people here. Savannah doesn’t know any of these strangers.

We walked inside, and the first thing we saw was a living room wall stacked sky high with presents. And about 60% of them, were wrapped in pink wrappings. Oh boy.

Or rather, oh girl…

“Ah! They’re here!” My mom said. I put on a brave face, and I smiled. I hugged my mom, and then my dad came into the room from behind me. He hugged Savannah and then we switched, he shook my hand, and Savannah hugged my mom. A bunch of people, maybe 5 or 6, came up now as well, with massive smiles and open arms.

“Aunt Sara?!” I called.

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Okay, so for the pros and cons of this so called baby shower. There is pretty much unlimited grape and apple cider, which is AWESOME! But that came about from a con. When I went over to the bar counter and asked for something to drink for the guest of honor, they asked what kind of liquor I wanted.

“She’s um, the pregnant one. The girl that this baby shower is for?? She can’t drink…..”

The drink mixer didn’t seem to understand a word I said, so I asked my dad where the rest of the drinks were that didn’t have booze in them. That’s when they broke out the thousand bottles of apple cider.

A pro; there are family members here that I haven’t seen in years, and that was nice to get to see how proud of me they are, for my accomplishments lately. Lead of the Warblers, skipping senior year, getting a job and being responsible given my ‘whoopsie’ they were calling it. A pro/con would be the family members, (the ones mainly on my dad’s side) only mentioning how proud they were of little Blaine having the first girl in the family in years… It was very eye roll worthy.

Another con would be that I could tell that Savannah was kind of uncomfortable meeting so many people and shaking so many hands of these people who have bought and brought so many gifts. I mean, I know them, so I think it’s okay. Nut I know its awkward for her. But on the pro side, it is actually making me extremely happy to know that these babies may not drain my wallet before they’re even born as much as I thought they would with having to buy everything. Who knew you could gain so much swag at a baby shower?

This party started at noon, and now, at 2, two of the walls were filled from corner to corner, from the floor to the ceiling with presents. The walls were covered completely!

But still, another con, my dad has introduced us to almost EVERYONE. Meaning it’s been a whole bunch of, ‘And this lovely lady is Blaine’s girlfriend Savannah.’

I tried to migrate and stay more with my mom. She thankfully went for, “And here’s Savannah,  the beautiful momma.”

Much better.

Her facials get so uncomfortable when my dad calls her my girlfriend. Even worse, the guilt that eats at me for not correcting my dad when he says it, is horrible… I want to grab Kurt and flaunt him to the whole freaking party and say, “This is my boyfriend! Who I love! Savannah is our best friend who got pregnant by accident! I love her, AS A FRIEND! But I am ABSOLUTELY GAY, and IN LOVE with my BOYFRIEND Kurt!”

But of course, my dad would choke me to death if I said anything.

After shaking about 50 different people’s hands, Savannah’s feet were starting to hurt, and she had to excuse herself to go and sit on one of the couches. No one blamed her of course. The guests actually apologized.

“Oh of course honey, don’t apologize, we should’ve been sitting this whole time. Where were our minds?” And they followed her to not abandon their prior conversation.

Everyone seemed polite and nice enough, but it was a con because Savannah was tired. She had been in pain for a few days now, and this shower was kind of at an inconvenient time……

“Are you alright?” I asked her, coming to sit next to her for a bit. She looked kind of out of it.

“Yeah, I’m just…” But she trailed off.

“What is it?” I pushed.

She shook her head. “It’s no big deal. Blaine, enjoy your family, I’m having fun too. Someone new comes to talk to me and touch my belly every 5 minutes. It’s entertaining.”

She was covering something up. I was worried, and also determined to get it out of her. I enjoyed the party for the first few hours, but now, it’s getting a little dull. Is this usually how baby showers are? People standing around drinking, and mingling with conversations about work and getting to know the guest of honor? They’re eating a million different finger foods, and laughing loudly. But there are no games or anything? No embarrassing home movies, or silly baby related food? No music or dancing or anything?

Some party…..

Either this is nothing like a real baby shower, or movies are seriously misleading.

“Can I have everyone’s attention?” My dad called now from the front of the room, with a glass in his hand, and a cheesy and ridiculous smile on his face.

He is just too freaking happy.

“If everyone could get a glass of wine,” he paused at my rolling my eyes, “………..Or cider, and come into the den so we can all make a toast.”

Everyone excitedly got drinks and gathered around my dad. I got Savannah a new glass of drink, and myself as well, and returned to the den.

“I am so very proud of my amazing son, and I am incredibly thankful for Ms. Savannah, the proud soon to be parents of the first Anderson baby girl to be born in over 15 years!” My dad announced. I rolled my eyes, and over the clapping of the party guests, I could here Savannah huff in frustration. My dad has been doing this for months now! Hyping up to EVERY SINGLE THING THAT BREATHES, about our BABY GIRL! As if it’s not twins. As if our baby boy is nonexistent, and he’s not going to be born on the same day. Like he doesn’t matter. It’s bothering me too. I mean, what’s gonna happen when they’re born? Is he going to completely ignore the fact that baby boy is there and spoil the girl? I just shook my head.

“I’ll talk to him…” I muttered quietly.

“Congratulations you two!” dad said directly to me now. “On your little miracle, may she finish cooking, and come soon, in order to be spoiled rotten by her grandparents!”

Mom came up now and pushed dad aside. “May both babies, boy and girl, be born healthy, and strong! We will love and protect them with all we have! And they sure will be spoiled, look at all of these gifts!!! Give yourselves a hand everyone! You are all amazing for these presents!”

Everyone applauded now, including Savannah who now had a smile to match my dads, but a blush too. I cheered loud with a few of the guests. Gifts are awesome!

“This is more than an incredible turnout! Those babies will be so spoiled! But cheers! To Blaine and Savannah and their twins!”

Everyone raised their glasses. (a/n: hehehe…. Raise your glass…. Hehe! I know, I’m a dork…)

Clinks sounded around the room, and my mom came over to hug Savannah and I for probably the 4th time tonight. My dad came over and half hugged me, and ruffled my hair.

It’s interesting how I was almost completely ignored as a son by my father, until I got a girl pregnant at 16.

Yeah… Something to be proud of…..Yeah, my family’s not screwed up at all……

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It was half past 3 when I approached Savannah again. People were slowly starting to make their ways away. The party was slowly getting less populated, people leaving a few at a time.

Sav and I heard a bunch of, “I hope you guys like your gifts!”

“See you soon, so great to meet you!”

“Congratulations!”

“Congrats you two! Those twins will love what we got them!”

Savannah said a million and one ‘thank you so much’es’ and ‘I’ll email everyone on the guest list the first photos!” and “nice to meet you too’s!”

After my aunt Sierra and Uncle Ben left, and I gave hugs, and well wishes, Savannah walked to the hallway.

“Sav?” I called, following her.

She waited until she was out of anyone’s earshot before turning to me. She opened her mouth to speak, but yawned instead.

I laughed.

“Shut up!!” She said hitting me in the arm.

I just smiled a bit more before asking. “Okay, sorry. What’s the matter?”

She bit her lip. “I’m really tired, and the babies are starting to act up a little bit. Sorry, but, I think I want to go home….. I’m sorry to kill the party…..”

I nodded though. This party had definitely run its course. I thought that Sav and I would have to open presents before people left, but everyone started dropping off, and I didn’t want to seem rude by asking when we’d be getting to the presents.

Thinking about it, there were way too many presents to open anyway. It would take HOURS to get through all of them. Maybe even days.

“You don’t have to apologize. People are starting to leave anyway. It’s okay, the party’s dying. I’ll just let my dad know we’re gonna take off.”

“K. Thanks Blaine.”

Savannah followed me out to the living area of the house, but he heard his dad in another room. We walked into…. Oh! The kitchen, where my dad was now standing, saying bye to another group of people.

What?

There was even more gifts in here. There was a kitchen table stacked and surrounded with more gifts, but these weren’t sheathed in baby centric and colorful wrappings. They were earth tone and random wrapped.

“Hey son. What’s up?” Dad asked, still with a grin, and my mom snatched me into another embrace at the same time.

I chuckled. “Mom!” And she released me. I wanted to ask what all of this was in here, but I decided against it.

“I’m gonna go ahead and take Savannah home. She’s getting tired. It’s been a fun party and everything, but a long day.”

My mom let me go and grabbed Savannah. “Yes! Absolutely! She needs to get off her feet!”

I nodded along. “Um, let me drop her off and then I’ll uh, come back and get the presents…. I’m not sure where they’re all gonna fit but, could I use the guest rooms at home dad?”

My dad just kept his grin. “No. They’re good to stay where they are actually, until you guys unwrap them.”

“Everett?” My mom asked, and she was giving dad a look. One of those, we have a secret and it’s time to drop the bombshell looks.

………What’s going on?…… We can’t leave the gifts here in someone else’s house, who I still haven’t figured out we’re in.

“So Blaine. Your mom and I have been debating for a while now where the babies would be most of the time once they’re here. We are all the way in Westerville, and I’m sure Savannah’s parents would want the little ones with them as much as we want them with us. We thought that it’d be best for you two to have your own space. One place for the babies to call home, and somewhere for you two to start your lives together.”

I stayed quiet, but looked at Savannah who had a questioning eyebrow raised.

Where are they going with this? Are they getting us an apartment?

My dad turned, and grabbed off the counter, a set of keys.

Or they already got us one……This one…… No wonder I didn’t recognize this place.

He tossed them to me, “Welcome home.”

The remaining few people in the house clapped, watching the scene before them, and Savannah and I were both still kind of frozen.

“You bought us an apartment?” Savannah asked in an almost muted voice.

“A condo.” Dad corrected. “Yep. All yours. There’s two bedrooms and a guest room upstairs, a full den down here, as you saw, a family room, and living room, and located perfectly. It’s in a good halfway point between Lima and Westerville, so I hope to see my granddaughter often.”

“And grandson!” My mom corrected, and dad didn’t even seem like he heard her. I did roll my eyes this time.

“I-, dad no. You can’t, this is crazy! We can’t have our own condo! Were 16!”

“I’m 15.” Savannah corrected. “And my mom would never go for this. This is such an incredible gift but, I can’t. Its- It’s too much.” Savannah said.

I just nodded along. I agree.

“I’ve already spoken to your mother sweetheart. It took some convincing, but they have agreed that as long as you and the babies spend a big and good deal of time under their roof too, it’s perfectly fine. You weren’t planning to live at home forever were you dear?” mom said, with an encouraging hand on Savannah’s stomach.

And she was officially out of words.

“Dad. Are you serious? Our own place?”

Dad just nodded. “You didn’t think all those gifts were gonna be crowding up our house did you? You must be crazy. You are going to need your own space come next month. Your mom and I work. We need to not be a part of those sleepless nights son. We’re the grandparents, we spoil. You’re the parents, so you parent.”

Everyone left still at the party, chuckled. I had to fight not to roll my eyes for the millionth time tonight.

“But dad, I’m still 16! I don’t know how to have my own apartment.” I tried to argue, without the arguing tone of voice.

“You’re 16 and having two babies in a few weeks. You don’t know how to do that either.” Dad said. “But you’re doing it.”

“And,” mom chimed in, “We’re just a phone call away if you need us, as I’m sure your parents are too Savannah.”

I just looked around now. There was furniture, and stuff already in place. Then I remembered the bathroom echoed. It was very empty, nothing but toilet tissue and hand soap in there.

“We don’t have anything for a house though. And it’s gonna cost everything we have to get everything for the babies. How will we afford this? And, rent! We can’t afford all of this.”

Dad had an answer ready for this too though. “You’re working, making good money, and your mother and I will cover half of the rent each month for you so this is affordable. So only a little less than a thousand will come from your pocket. Savannah has also been working, against my views of course, but that means you BOTH have money coming in. Not to mention, I can guarantee most of the stuff you’ll need for the little ones, is all right in the other room, waiting to be unpacked. And all of this here?” dad gestured to the table packed with gifts. “These are all housewarming gifts. All the guests knew this was a housewarming gathering. You guys were the only ones that didn’t.”

Huh…… Explains why this didn’t seem like much of a baby shower. And Kurt has money coming in too, so he’ll be able to help with rent. I mean, if I’m living here, he will be too! At least when his dad lets him.

My dad continued to talk after I got my silent moment to think. “You are capable Blaine. Both of you are. You’ll be fine! I’m sure of that.”

They had been planning this for a while. I was going to be on my own.

And I was panicking, and scared out of my wits…..

“Well son, say something!” my dad demanded.

“Oh stop it Everett. It’s a lot to take in. And Savannah needs to go and rest. We’ll talk later sweeties. Go on. Upstairs and to the right is you two’s master bedroom. Get some rest honey.”

Savannah just looked at me, and wanted to say something. Anything, but nothing would come out. I wanted to say something too. Like, we are not sharing a bedroom, for one thing. Good thing she said there’s 3.

“Thank you mom and dad! You guys are the best… this is amazing. Thank you guys!” I said, hugging the both of them, and Savannah did the same.

“This is the nicest thing anyone could’ve done for us! Thank you so much.”

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This might be quite possibly the weirdest thing, I have ever had to deal with in my ENTIRE life. I don’t know whether to be insulted, or appreciative for this.

I mean, of course I am appreciative, but at the same time, I can’t help but feel like this is some bribe or plan to try and get Savannah and I to become a couple.

It’s not going to happen.

This is like an attempt to force me out of my own sexuality, and into Savannah’s arms.

So we’re having a baby together, yes, but we’re nothing more than friends. I think we’ve even become best friends over the past 6 months, but that is it, and that is the way it’s going to stay.

I can’t make myself be straight. And I have no desire to try. If my dad thinks that getting us an apartment together is going to make me un-gay, he’s completely mistaken. Especially because now, I have somewhere that Kurt can come anytime he wants, and I don’t have to sneak around, or ask permission to have my boyfriend over.

Okay, yeah. I won’t even take it as an insult. Now, it’s like Kurt, Savannah and I have our own place. Mom said it herself, there is three bedrooms. One for a nursery, one for Kurt and I, and one for Savannah, who I’m sure will have Finn over whenever she can too.

Okay, this is kind of awesome. Not weird at all.

Now I just have to get Savannah to see it this way.

“This just feels… I don’t know. Uncomfortable. I feel like this is too much. I mean it was one thing seeing all the presents from all these complete strangers, but another completely to suddenly have an apartment we’re responsible for.”

“Well, they’re not strangers to me. And they’re not strangers to you anymore either, technically. And because of the babies, you are family now. All three of you."

Savannah just took a deep breath and let that soak in. After all, just because it’s true, that doesn’t mean it’s easy to accept.

“Let’s talk about it later Sav okay? And with Kurt. They may not know it yet, but as soon as everyone is gone, Kurt will be here, and we’ll figure everything out. Because he is MY family. And my dad said there’s three bedrooms, so don’t worry about us having to share or bed or anything.” I laughed after I said it.

Savannah sat on the bed now, and rolled her eyes. “You know, that’s not what I was referring to, though that is weird how they said ‘you guys’ room. But-still…. I don’t know… I feel like this is too much for them to do. They already planned this whole thing, and I can’t even imagine how many hundreds of dollars everything has costed them! And again I say, all of those gifts downstairs!”

I agree. This is A LOT!

“I agree, but still. We did need a place. Otherwise, the babies wouldn’t have a set home. They’d be constantly back and back and forth and forth to Kurt’s, my place, and your place. At least now we have some place that we’ll be able to teach them is home. Everywhere else will just be, grandparents’ houses.” I shrugged, trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about.

Savannah just exhaled again. She’s trying to accept it, but my mom was right. It’s gonna take some time to sink in.

For both of us.

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I left Savannah in that enormous and way oversized bed to rest, hopefully embarrassment free. But, I think she fell asleep right when her head hit the pillow.

It’s been a long day.

I rejoined what was left of the still slowly ending baby shower. Thankfully, all that was left was giving goodbyes to close family friends, and family members.

“Blaine, your girlfriend is absolutely glowing, and she is stunning!” Aunt Sara said in the doorway, with her coat and purse ready to go.

I bit the inside of my cheek. Aunt Sara is awesome, and she’s always been approving of me. She says I’m her favorite nephew. And plus, dad’s not right beside me. So, I’m ending this whole girlfriend thing right now while I can.

“Well, thanks Aunt Sara, but Savannah she-……. she’s actually not-“

“Heading out sis?” My dad cut me off, slapping me on the back, hard.

Ow.

I didn’t even listen to what they started saying back and forth, because I was just irritated…. Irritated and angry.

“I’ll see you soon Blainers. Call me soon!” Aunt Sara called, and she went out the door and to her car.

I turned with a glare to my father, and he just had his eyes a bit squinted. “What do you think you’re doing? You will not embarrass me in front of my sister with your gay nonsense. Keep your mouth shut Blaine.”

I didn’t say anything and he changed the subject.

“Here. This has about 400 dollars on it. Use it to get groceries and toiletries and things. First is a freebie. After this, you’re responsible for stocking your stuff.”

I took the credit card and nodded. “Thanks.”

My mom came up and hugged me. “I’m so excited! And I’m so proud of you Blaine.”

I hugged my mom back. “I gotta go. Thanks mom. Love you.” I said quickly, and then walked to my own car. Before driving though, I should take a minute to cool down.

I’m so done with my dad and his nonsense.

I need to see Kurt.

And now.

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Kurt Pov

“I promise I’ll explain it as soon as I get there. Is your dad or Carole home?” Blaine’s voice sounded through my cell speaker.

Blaine just had his baby shower this afternoon and no doubt scored a buttload of stuff for the babies. He should be happy right? Why does he sound so stressed?

Maybe even a little angry. I hear anger and desperation in his voice.

“Yeah. They don’t work today. Blaine what’s going on? How did the shower go?”

He hesitated before answering.

“I can’t right now, I’m driving. But I’ll be there in a few minutes. Do you think you can sneak me in? I don’t want your dad to know I’m there.”

This is getting weird. “Blaine, it’s the middle of the day, you are allowed to come over. Please tell me what’s going on.” I begged. He is REALLY STRESSED. I can hear it clearly now.

“I promise I will. I’ll be there in 5 minutes. Just please, get me upstairs without your parent’s seeing me. I love you.”

And he hung up.

I walked downstairs quickly, and saw my dad on the couch, snoring away.

Yes!

I also heard the water running in the kitchen, so I assumed Carole was in there preparing dinner.

Perfect.

I opened the door as silently as possible, and Blaine was here in only a couple minutes, and we both sprinted upstairs.

Dad didn’t budge.

I closed my door, and before I could ask Blaine what’s going on, he attacked my lips with a heated kiss.

I parted my lips, and brought my hands to his hips.

He bit my bottom lip, a little hard, before panting out, “Kurt, I need you.”

God, I hate to have to do this right now, because I missed him all freaking day, but I need to know what’s wrong.

“Blaine, what happened?” I asked, taking his hand off of my waist and into my own.

Blaine exhaled, and backed a step away to look at me clearly.

"Kurt, you are my boyfriend. Only mine okay. And I am only yours."

Why is he telling me this?

"Yes, I know Blaine."

But Blaine was still frantic.

“Baby, why are you telling me this?” I asked.

"Kurt. I only want you. Promise me you know it okay? That I only want you. Always!"

This is so strange. Of course I know that. Blaine loves me, and I love him with all my heart. “Yes. I know it Blaine. I know.”

"No, promise me!" He pushed, with a firm grip on my hands. Almost desperate.

"I promise I know Blaine. I promise. I’m only yours, and you’re only mine." I answered.

Blaine nodded, and pressed his forehead to mine. “I only want to be with you Kurt. I love you so much.”

I kissed his lips. How could I not, they were right in front of mine, almost touching, and he was so vulnerable in front of me. “I love you too Blaine.”

The second I said it, I was pulled backwards onto my bed as my boyfriend attacked me with kisses.

“I need you Kurt. Please. Let me?”

I didn’t know what exactly he was asking me, but the way that he is just kissing me, and not letting me answer gives me a pretty good idea. If this is what he needs right now to calm down, I’ll give him what he needs.

I laid back, and slowly closed my eyes. Blaine attached his warm, and perfect mouth to a sensitive spot on my neck, and he nibbled, and sucked. I was in complete ecstasy, and wanted to stay here blissed out and lay back and let him ravage me, but I didn’t lock the door. I didn’t have the strength, or the willpower though to stop Blaine so I could get up and lock it. I just tried to stay focused, and keep one eye on the door.

Blaine pushed my t-shirt up my torso, and then kissed down the skin fast, and rushed. He was pushing my shirt further up my chest with one hand, and fumbling with my pants zipper with the other.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Blaine this stressed. He feels amazing sprawled over me right now, but part of me wants him to get what he needs quickly so that he can relax. I really want to know what happened.

I helped him by pulling my shirt completely over my head, and Blaine pulled me out of my boxers.

I inhaled sharp as he sunk his mouth down on me before I even realized he had my pants open.

“Blaine…..” I breathed, as the back of his throat hit the head of my cock.

He was sucking me so hard, I felt heavy and hot in his mouth. Hot and tight fit. “Oh god.”

My eyes were rolling back in my head, it felt so good. This would not last long. If he kept this up-

“BLAINE…” My breath hitched. His tongue was abusing the vein on the underside of my cock, and it was so sensitive, I shuddered beneath him. Geez! That was fast. “I’m already coming Blaine.”

He just kept sucking me, and it felt like he was trying to drain my cock for me.

“I can’t hold it anymore…. Blaine I need to come…” I moaned, with my fingers caressing his curls. “Blaine….”

As I pulled a little bit on his locks, he slowly pulled off of me with one last hard suck to my head. I swear my whole body shook, before completely letting go. He took my pulsing member in his hand and gripped it under the head. His warm hands started to jack me off, really fast. Fast like I do to myself when I need to get off immediately.
It took no time at all before I was coming in little bursts on Blaine’s face. His cheeks, chin, and mouth were shiny and white with my streams, and my spent cock was going trying to go limp under Blaine’s still fast pulling hand.

He made a little frustrated noise, because he wasn't getting any more out of me. It was all already out, and dripping off of his sexy face.

“Blaine…” I whispered, grabbing his hand, and taking it off of my length. Blaine, accepting that my shaft was spent seeing it going limp, only took it in his hand again, and started to rub my head around his face, glazing it with my cream, and then putting it into his mouth, to rest and get cleaned off.
It was the messiest and most desperate intimacy we'd ever had.
It was amazing.
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"I'm sorry Kurt. I just, I needed you. I really needed to just, have you, if only for a minute."
I just smiled, and held Blaine close to my chest, our legs entwined on the bed like they had been for the past 10 minutes in silence. I had to take action and pull myself out of him, and put myself away because when I tried to have him let go of my penis, he just grabbed it back and kept his mouth touching it, or close to it. Finally when I managed to get him off for good, I took him in my arms, and laid back on the bed together.

"Don't apologize Blaine.” I said as I stroked his skin. “But please. Are you ready to tell me what happened? Why did u need to rush over here and..... have me?"

Blaine exhaled, before he proceeded to tell me everything. His whole day. Starting with the apartment.

“A condo?”

Blaine nodded. “Yep. 2 stories, 3 bedrooms, a family and living room, a den, and 2 and a half bathrooms.”

Wow.

“Well, that’s awesome. Now we’ll have somewhere that we won’t have to sneak around, and the babies will have an official home. That’s great. Why are you stressed about that?”

Blaine sat up a little bit. “Because my dad is a jackass. He really only did this as part of a plan to get me and Savannah under the same roof. He wants me to fall for her and marry her. The entire party, he introduced Savannah as my girlfriend. To absolutely everyone! It’s completely bogus!”

I pulled Blaine back into my embrace, not wanting him to get upset again.

“Blaine, he can’t break us up okay? He can’t do anything that will interfere with you and me. If anything, getting you and Savannah an apartment is basically getting you and I, and Savannah and Finn an apartment. You said there was three bedrooms?” I said with a smirk.

Blaine just smiled, and kissed my cheek.

“You’re right. I’m stressing over nothing. I know this is a good thing. I actually thought the same thing before coming here.”

I was confused. “Then why the stress? Why the ‘need to feel me?’”

“Because when I went back downstairs after Savannah and I talked, and she started taking a nap, I started saying goodbye to one of my aunts. My favorite aunt actually, and I know, that she wouldn’t judge me. She complimented me on my choice. Saying that my girlfriend is stunning, and I was starting to finally be honest with someone and tell her that she’s not my girlfriend, but my dad cut me off, and Sara left after my dad’s goodbye. He turned to me and sneered that I would not embarrass him with my gay nonsense.”

Oh. That would piss me off too. His dad is such a jerk.

“I’m so sorry Babe… That’s why you’re so stressed out…”

He hesitated, but answered, “Yeah. I just wanted to show you that no matter what anyone says, I want you. I think I had to show myself too.”

“I know Blaine. I know that you love me. We both love each other.”

I looked into his eyes though, and he still looked stressed.

“There’s more. What else is wrong Blaine?”

Blaine bit his lip, and I just waited.

“I’ve been having this nightmare……”

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