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Savannah’s Pov

I don’t think I have ever hated being on my own bed more than I do now. With my mom glaring daggers at me, and my abuelita’s eyes swimming with disappointment. I wanted to crawl into a shell and die…..

“Who’s the boy?”

I didn’t answer. I knew that if I told her, she would Immediately call Blaine’s parents. I’m pretty sure Blaine’s mom and my mom are in some kind of women’s group together or something. Cus I’ve heard her talk about her new friend with the son, the lead singer of the Warblers before. My mom is involved in everything! and Blaine couldn’t find this out from anyone but me…. But if I had told him sooner, I suppose this wouldn’t have happened. Damnit… Kurt is right….

“Savannah? What’s the guys name?”

“I- I cant. I can't tell you. I haven’t told him yet, and I want to be the one to tell him. Please let me tell him?”

My mom had her voice raised now. “I don’t believe I gave you a choice young lady. What’s the guys name?”

My mom is so freaking pissed…. “I- it’s Blaine Anderson.”

“Blaine Anderson? Cheryl’s son Blaine?” My mom shouted.

I just looked into my lap and the shame surrounding me could surely be tasted. “Ok, I have to go to work! We’ll talk about this tomorrow, after your father and I get home from work in the morning. You aren’t to leave this house tonight do you hear me?!”

Where would I be going? It’s almost midnight….

My mom picked up her purse and keys, and turned to leave out the garage door. “See you in the morning Ma.” She called to my grandma, but not saying goodbye to me….. I am in such sludge.

I am so glad that my dad isn’t here for this. He would be completely devastated about this.

And as if she could read my mind, my Abuelita spoke up. “Mija, I hope you are prepared to tell your father about this. He won’t like hearing it from your mother instead of you. He’ll be home first, so you should tell him before your mom comes home.”

I knew that she was right. Again. She was always right. But how in the world could I tell my dad? He was going to hate me.

I retreated upstairs to my room, and grabbed my phone off of its charger and curled up in bed.

I went to my text messages seeing the most recent one from Kurt sent 45 minutes ago.

You better be telling her….-Kurt

I wiped the tear from my eye, and replied.

She knows….but we didn’t talk too much cus she has the night shift. And I have to tell my dad when he gets home in the morning before she gets home. -Savannah

…… How’d she take it? –Kurt

She is really pissed…. I know she is. We just sat at the table silent for a while and I could taste her anger. Then, she asked who the guy is, and I didn’t want to tell her that it’s Blaine. Cus she knows his mom. -Savannah

Did u tell her? –Kurt

I had to… she didn’t give me a choice, and she is already so angry, I didn’t want to make her hate me anymore than she already does… -Savannah

She doesn’t hate you. I know she doesn’t. She’s just upset with you. I’m sure she’ll forgive you once you tell her what happened. Your mom loves you.. -Kurt

The tears were falling freely now. This freaking hurts….. I have to tell my dad, and then I have to tell Blaine.. And Blaine is the nicest guy ever, and I don’t want to ruin his life….. I can’t believe I was so stupid and let this happen. I must’ve not responded for a while because my phone buzzed again.

Savannah, you need to call Blaine. Tell him before someone else does. –Kurt

That someone being you? -Savannah

I am offended that you think that I would betray your trust like that. Have I told him yet? No! I meant your parents. –Kurt

I know you wouldn’t Kurt. I’m sorry I said that. I’m just really emotional. I think I need to try and sleep. –Savannah

k. get some sleep then. You’re gonna be ok. I promise. –Kurt

Call Blaine. He deserves to know –Kurt

I hesitated for a minute. But I know what I have to do. Put on my big girl pants, and….. sigh.

I’ll tell him tmrw… -Savannah

I turned off my phone then, and hugged my pillow. Silent tears still streaming down my face.

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A restless night of sleep, and a morning filled with dread was just not the greatest start to a weekend. My dad got home a few minutes ago, and it was only 7:30 in the morning. He was going to be really tired, and trying to wind down from his shift for a few hours before Justin and I wake up bugging the crap out of him for pancakes for breakfast.

Except that isn’t what I would be asking for this morning.

I’d probably be asking him for something though.

……..Maybe mercy.

I approached my dad at the kitchen table slowly, not yet sitting down. “Daddy, I need to tell you something.”

He didn’t respond, but then again, I spoke again so quickly that I guess I didn’t really give him a chance to respond. “I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”

He looked nothing but concerned, and he pulled out the chair beside him and ushered me to sit down.          

I need to just come out and say it. It won’t change what I’m saying if I tell him slower.

“Daddy, I’m pregnant.....”

He didn’t move. He didn’t react. He didn’t even blink, and as much as I wanted to look down into my lap, or stare down at my feet, I couldn’t tear away from his gaze at me.

“...What..........you..... you’re pregnant?” he breathed.

I can’t answer. But now, I could only look at her feet, and nowhere else.

“Who’s the father?”

I didn’t answer that either….. I can’t. My dad knows that Kurt is gay and is dating a guy; named Blaine. I can’t tell him. He will think that I am I a whore…..

“Savannah.. who is the father?”

I swallowed loudly. Sensing that I would get yelled at if he had to ask again, and he is scary now that his voice has raised, and he didn’t need to get angrier than he was already going to be, I stuttered out, "His- his name is Blaine..... Blaine Anderson.'

He looked a quarter blank faced, a quarter angry, a quarter upset, and a quarter uncomfortable. He had probably seen Blaine before. He'd been over there watching football with the Hummels’ alot lately. Blaine was sure to be there sometimes.

I am such a disgrace. I’m such a screw up. A let down.

"I’m sorry daddy.” and I got up and ran upstairs to my bedroom.

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Harry’s Pov (Savannah’s dad)

A few hours later, after Justin had woken up and was being loud and rambunctious around the house, It was time to approach my daughters room. I fed Juss his breakfast, and stuck him on a video game. My wife came in from work and looked at me for a few minutes before she briskly walked into my arms, and let me hold her. We didn’t exchange any words. We didn’t cry, we just held strong in our embrace. We were thinking the same thing. How could we as her parents have let this happen?

I walked into her room, to find her crying on her bed. She didn’t look up at me as I came in. I sat next to her and started to rub her back.

"I should’ve known.” I said. “I should’ve figured it out when you spent a week puking on and off. And how you were always leaving the water running in the morning when you were in the bathroom to try and hide it.”

She was sitting up now, wiping her tears, and sniffling through her bright red nose.

“You were spending all of that time at friend’s houses, and if you weren't there, you were up in your room. Eating more at meals on some days and not eating at all the next, all of the new fray at the waist shirts that you bought with your last shopping allowance….”

It was all coming back to me as I let my mind recall the last few months.

“Your quiet attitude......Bailing on family nights’ early claiming fatigue..... I didn’t want to believe that you were hiding something from us."

I looked directly at her stomach, which now, I can see, is showing. Clearly. She’s at least more than a few months pregnant. And she has done a damn good job at hiding it.

Until that t-shirt.

"I should’ve known the night you came home with that hickey.”

She started to cry again and she covered her stomach with her crossed arms and looked down at it.

“.......I.. I should’ve known."

She met my eyes after a while and I hoped that she could see the compassion swimming in them. I just needed to hold her. Like I held Janah downstairs. I needed to hold my baby girl.

On cue, she murmured, “I’m sorry daddy. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

I held my arms out to her and she fell into them and let the sobs take over her body.

“It’s ok.” I spoke into her hair. “Shhh. Savannie, it’s ok. We’re gonna make this ok.”

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“Jonie, you need to calm down! Yelling about it isn’t helping!”

“Calm down? Harry. Calm down? This is our 15 year old daughter! Pregnant by a 16 year old boy! She is a god damn sophomore in high school! Her life has not even started yet! And she just told us that she is having a baby! I cannot calm down!!!”

I know where she is coming from. I can’t truly blame her for this, but Savannah feels bad enough as it is about this without having to get reamed by us for it. She’s beating herself up enough as punishment.

“Mom, I said I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I made a mistake!” Savannah cried.

“You’re damn right you made a mistake! A big mistake! What the hell were you thinking Savannah! Did you even know this boy?”

Savannah looked into her lap again, and she nodded. “I wasn’t thinking. I was drinking and I didn’t know what I was doing.”

I Immediately took my daughters hand on the table. “Did he pressure you?”

“What? No dad! He didn't pressure me.” she defended right away.

“Then how the hell did this happen Savannah?” I yelled, but calmly…. If you can yell calmly.

She licked her lips, and exhaled. “We…. We were both drinking. And, and we played spin the bottle, and I ended up with Blaine. And then we spent the whole party kissing and dancing, and…. I don’t really remember everything. It happened so fast. We were on a couch, and someone covered us with a blanket. I- I remember Blaine asking me if I was ok, and I told him that it hurt a little but to keep going. And after a while, it didn’t hurt anymore, and then I remember falling asleep. Then being on the doorstep at home with Finn holding me up.”

I stayed quiet listening to her tale, and I could feel my wife still seething with anger as she paced back and forth listening.

“That party at the Berry's that you went to?” My wife asked, shocked.

I nodded.

“Sav, is that the only time you did it?” I asked her, realizing how long ago that party was.

She only nodded.

And that’s when Janah blew up!

“That was over three months ago!!! You have been pregnant for three months and you are just now telling us about it!!!!!?”

I stood up now and put both hands on my wife’s shoulders. “Janah! Stop yelling at her.” I shouted.

“Stop babying her Harry!” she spat back.

Savannah whimpered and dropped her head into crossed arms on the table, her shoulders shaking.

I took a deep breath to hopefully calm my wife down with it.

“I’m not babying her. I’m just trying to keep the situation calm. This is happening. There is nothing we can do about it. She didn’t do this on purpose honey. It was an accident. We have no choice but to support her.”

Janah exhaled, and pulled at her hair a bit, and then sat down across from our daughter at the table. I sat back down beside her.

“What is your plan sweetheart?” I asked locking eyes with her. But she broke eye contact right away.

“I don’t know…”

Janah scoffed. “You better figure it out! This is your responsibility, and if you don’t make the decision I will! We will go right down the teen clinic and end this right now!”

“Janah!” I glared at her because of her tone. She is being extremely insensitive right now, and I know that she is going to take a while to go back to being the loving and supportive mother that I know she is. She is just really angry right now.

“It’s too late for that….. I’m already passed 12 weeks mom.… I looked it up, it’s too late..” Savannah said still not meeting her mothers’ eyes.

Janah didn’t look very happy about that. “Damnit…” she stood up again, and restarted with her pacing the floor…

“Honey, what about adoption? Have you thought about this at all?” I asked her.

She just shrugged in response. “I don’t think I am strong enough to do that. To give up my baby to some stranger. I don’t think I could ever do that…..”

“Then honey, you need to have a plan-“ I started, but Janah cut me off.

“No! Harry, I’m not going to let her ruin her life!” She turned to our daughter. “Savannah! You are too young for this, and you have a bright future ahead of you. I won’t let you throw it away. You need to really think about this. You haven’t even told the father yet! What if he isn’t on board?!”

I thought about that too. She needs to talk to this boy. If what I remember is right, this boy is gay. And he is dating her best friend Kurt.

And if I see him again, I might ring his neck.

Okay, I probably won't. He really seems like a nice young man to be honest. I met him only briefly at the Hummels about a week ago. He and Kurt joined us downstairs for the Reds game, and from what I witnessed that whole evening, he treats Kurt and his family with respect. He is a gentlemen, and is always holding hands with, and kissing Kurt on the cheek, pulling his chairs out for him.

He doesn't strike me as the type to not step up if he'd made a mess.

And a mess, is exactly what this was.

“You need to go and talk to Blaine. Go tell him. He needs to know what is going on. This is his responsibility as much as it is yours, and you have waited long enough. Go.” I told her.

And with that, she headed upstairs to her room.

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All knowing Pov

It had only been a week since Kurt transferred back to Mckinley, and Blaine was missing him like crazy. Every day at Dalton was like a piece of his heart was missing. And he knew why.

He had fallen, and he had fallen hard, for Kurt Hummel.

He was passionate, and gorgeous. He was talented and beautiful in every way. Inside and out. They had so much in common, and when Kurt was happy, Blaine was happy. When Kurt was hurt, he was hurt. He knew that he loved him. He knew he wants to tell him…. But will he say it back?

Kurt was so happy to be back at Mckinley. And he even agreed that distance makes the heart grow fonder, because not being with Blaine all day just made him miss him that much more. These coffee shop dates in the morning were sacred. To miss one would be a nightmare. He had fallen hard for this dapper gentleman. They had fallen into such an easy routine, it was I’m possible not to feel completely comfortable. Blaine always bought the coffee, and Kurt would, every few days, buy a snack for each of them to have with it. They always had conversation, and never ran out of things to talk about. They didn’t argue, they didn’t disagree on anything. And when they did, it was all in good fun, and a joke was made out of it.

Blaine was gorgeous, and breathtaking. He is an amazing kisser, he is patient, kind, and his voice was a freaking gift from…. Wherever! It was a gift! Every day, even though they had only been together for about 3 months, he fell for him even more. Kurt wanted to say it. He wanted to know if Blaine’s heart was pining as hard as his own was. Inside he knew. But he wanted to be sure. And even if he didn’t say it back, he wanted to say it.

He loved Blaine Anderson.

Blaine’s Pov

Kurt was talking about how excited he was to go to New York for Nationals. How he wished I could go too. He talked about how his dad is always trying to sneak goodies that he shouldn’t have. How he can’t sleep easily on Friday nights because he is eager for our Saturday dates after we get our morning coffee. He talked about how great it felt to be back at McKinley. And then how great it felt to be performing on stage with the New Directions. He told me about the bully whips, and how ridiculous Santana is with her announcing insane nonsense like a train conductor as she walks him to class.

Through it all, I could do nothing but stare directly into those color changing eyes. Right now, they are green. They always gradually turned blue when he got really excited, and then were a deep gray and blue mix when we are alone, and… making out. The mixed colors are my favorite. Even though when they are a mix of blue and green, he is upset. But, those eyes are so beautiful, it is perfect to stare into them and rub his wet cheeks to try and make him feel better.

When he rested his monologue for a moment, I chose that moment. That moment when he paused to sip his coffee.

“Kurt, I love you.”

There was no hesitation in my voice. No doubt, and no regret. I was ready to say it, and it felt good too.

Kurt put his cup down, and he took my hand and smiled. “I- I love you too Blaine.”

I only continued to smile at him, and blink as little as possible so that I didn’t have to miss a second of gazing into those eyes. That were now turning a shade of dark blue.

We just sat in silence for a few minutes, just relishing in the contentment that we felt. The quiet wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, but it just felt, right.

I was a lot more relieved that I will ever admit out loud that Kurt said it back. A little part of me didn’t think that he would. I thought he might think it’s too soon to say it, but I was ready. I am ready now. I don’t think that 2 months from now, or 4, or 6, that I will love him any more or less than I do now.

Kurt was the one to break the silence, but he didn’t do it awkwardly. He just did it as it continuing casual conversation. “So when does the park open today?”

Our date planned for today was at 6 flags. They had finally opened on the weekends only for a few months before they open daily for the summer.

“10:00. We should actually probably get going. I can’t wait! It’s going to be a blast today. Roller coasters!!!”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I’m just looking forward to some funnel cake.”

We laughed together linking arms, and throwing our cups away.

“Ooh! Let me go use the restroom before we go. Those theme park bathrooms….. Want to avoid using those as much as possible.”

I smiled and shook my head at him, as he trotted off to the restrooms. “I’ll meet you by the front.” I called and walked toward the door.

Coming right into the Lima bean as I made my way to the glass front entrance, was Savannah. I smiled, and opened the door for her at the same time as she reached to open it herself.

“Hi Savannah. Good morning. Happy Saturday.”

She half smiled, but I could tell that it was forced. She didn’t look very happy.

“….Blaine.” She said very quietly.

I sensed something was really wrong. She seemed extremely nervous. So I put a hand on her shoulder, and guided her back outside.

“Is everything okay?”

Her bottom lip was shaking, and she even looked like she might throw up.

“Blaine, I have been avoiding you for months and hiding something from you.”

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, and waited for her to continue.

“I have something to tell you.”

I didn’t even know what to think. I did, but I don’t think my brain is allowing my mind to think of it.

“You can tell me… What’s going on?” I asked her with my full attention.

A few tears rolled down her cheek now, and she was sniffling. “Blaine… I’m so sorry. I-“

But she stopped talking and just wiped her face.

“What is it?” I asked her, wondering I’m mensely what the hell she is trying to say.

She exhaled, and looked me in the eyes.

“That night that we…… I..... Blaine I’m pregnant.”

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