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Kurt Pov

I came out of the bathroom and looked to the front of the coffee shop for Blaine, and found that he was outside standing across from Savannah. She was crying, and he was just staring blankly at her. Well she did say that she was going to tell him today.

I didn’t know it’d be this morning though.

I don’t want to interfere with their conversation because it’s not my business, but Sav looks like she may need a friends hug… or something, because Blaine looks frozen.

I walked out the door, and heard, “-pregnant?” and it was Blaine who said it.

Savannah just sniffed, and then ran into my arms as she saw me. “Kurt.” She whispered.

I just hugged her back, but it was a little awkward now with Blaine standing here, and I couldn’t quite read the expression on his face.

“We-“ he said, but he cut off right away, and he looked in deep thought.

Savannah detached herself from me and then looked back at Blaine.

“The party was months ago. Barely after valentines day.” He muttered low, and Savannah walked closer to him and looked at her feet. “Why did you wait so long to tell me? Its been…. Months!”

And now I could see Blaine getting frustrated. I told Savvy to tell him. I’ve been telling her to tell him since she found out, and she never listened to me. Every time she got the chance, she panicked.

“Savannah. Wha-“ he uttered only inches from her face now. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Another tear fell down her cheek and she took a step back. “Blaine, I’m so sorry… I should’ve told you when I found out. Everyone was telling me to, but I was scared. I didn’t want to ruin your life, and your relationship with Kurt. I just, I’m sorry.” She said quickly. “I know I should’ve just listened to you Kurt. I should’ve told him when I told you.”

Uh oh.

“Kurt, You knew about this? And you didn’t tell me?” Blaine shouted at me now.

The last thing I wanted was Blaine to get angry. This was another thing that I was trying to avoid. If Savannah told him earlier, I wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire.

“It wasn’t my place to tell you Blaine. I- Savannah kept saying that she wanted to be the one to tell you. Believe me Blaine, I wanted to tell you every moment we spent together. I just, I couldn’t betray her confidence like that.”

Blaine had his hands in his curls now and he turned away from both of us and was taking deep breaths. He told me about his temper. I know that he is trying to reign in the boiling anger, and I stayed a step back and didn’t say anymore to let him cool off.

“Blaine, I swear, I-” but I put my hand on her shoulder and shook my head. ‘Let this sink in.’ I told her with a look.

As he turned back to us, still with his fingers scrunched in his hair, his eyes had gone wider than I had ever seen them. He sighed loudly, “fuck, my parents are gonna flip out…” It was a cross between a whisper and a mutter.

I have NEVER heard Blaine swear before. He was a dapper gentleman in every way possible, and I never thought I’d hear him curse.

“I’m so sorry Blaine… I know how much of a screw up I am. I’ve messed everything up and I understand if you want me to never bother you again.” She sobbed, her cheeks glistening from the tears shes been shedding, no doubt for the past 24 hours.

Blaine walked back to Savannah and put  both of his hands on either side of her arms. “No, you’re not a screw up ok? I mean, we’re both screw up’s. I- I- I played a big part in screwing this up. I just- I don’t know what I am supposed to say right now, and I don’t want to say the wrong thing…. I’m kind of freaking out right now.”

Savannah just nodded and whimpered leading Blaine to take her into a tight embrace. She cried on his shoulder and I felt so bad for them.

“It’s- I can’t- I don’t want to say it’s gonna be ok, because I don’t know what the hell im thinking right now. Everything is all jumbled up, but, I’m- I’m going to….. I need to tell my parents before anything.”

Savannah put her hands in her pockets and nodded. “I understand. And im ok with you being pissed at me. I- I deserve it.. I should’ve told you two months ago when I found out.”

Blaine nodded, and I could tell what he was thinking. He is pissed at her, but he would never tell her so. And he feels guilty for being mad at her.

“I am not pissed at you. I-“ he sighed.

He didn’t want to lie though either.

“I’m really frustrated with you. I mean, now I am going to suffer the consequences for waiting so long to tell my parents as well as the initial hell that im going to be facing for telling them this in the first place….” Blaine said, the panic in his voice very clear.

Savannah looked ashamedly at her feet, and shook her head in disappointment at herself.

“And- to be honest, I feel kind of betrayed.” And he directed that latter statement to me, and I took that as my cue to open my mouth.

“I’m sorry Blaine. I know I shouldn’t have been keeping a secret from you, but I didn’t have a choice. It wasn’t my news to tell. Blaine, I love you ok, and that’s not going to change. I want to be your shoulder to lean on when you need it. Let me be your anchor.”

I expected him to sigh, and turn away from me, but instead, he grabbed my face and our foreheads met softly. I had to fight the urge to kiss him. “Kurt, I am crazy about you.” He said. “I just, I need some time to think.”

I ran my hands through his curls and gave a sympathetic smile. Understanding. “We can raincheck our date. I think you should go home and tell your parents. Six flags will be there next weekend.”

“I love you.” Blaine told me, and with an eskimo kiss, he let me go.

“Go.” I told him. And he turned back to Savannah who was watching us with somewhat of a smile through her tears.

She couldn’t ruin our relationship if she tried.

“I need to get home. I have to tell my parents… i-…. I’ll call you soon ok?”

Savannah just nodded and sniffled as Blaine half smiled nervously, and walked to his car.

“I’m sorry Kurt. I didn’t mean to mess anything up between you guys.”

I shook my head, and grabbed her. “Were you listening at all? We’re fine hun. You didn’t ruin us. Sure, things are complicated, but we’re all better than this crappy situation. We’re not gonna let it bring us down.”

It felt like she was holding onto me for dear life.

“Come on. Let me give you a ride home.” And I linked arms with her, and we left the Lima bean.

Blaine Pov

My whole body felt numb. Like I was in a moment of déjà vu. I remember, only 2 years ago, I sat right here. I was right here, in this dining room, waiting for my mom and dad to sit at the table so that I could tell them that I am gay. My dad yelled at me that it was just a phase, and that I am too young to know what I want. And what I like. It was then that my dad didn’t talk to me for weeks, and then when he resumed trying again, and began treating me like a son again, he was continuously trying to bond over ‘man time’. Taking me to ball games. Building cars together. He even took me to the beach a few times in the hopes that I would check out some girls in bikini’s and get over this ‘gay nonsense’. Not until I actually got a boyfriend, Kurt, did he finally stop trying to bond with me completely, and go back to only speaking to me for three things. Grades, School, and college football. Not much else.

My mom remained indifferent, and our relationship didn’t change. She just doesn’t bring it up often. She asks about kurt sometimes and doesn’t seem badly affected by anything that I tell her. She just smiles, and acts happy for me. and for that, I am thankful. At least I have one parent to gush about boys with. Even if it seems forced sometimes.

But now, we are back at this table, 2 years later and I here to drop more news, that is surely not going to make my dad very happy. Or either of my parents to be honest. My mom will probably cry and not speak to me for a while, while my dad….

I cant even predict what he might do.

“Mom and dad.” I said as calmly as I could manage now that they are sitting across from me. My dad has a quite intimidating look on his face, and my mom just looks neutral…..

Not for long.

“I need to tell you guys something. But you are going to be really really pissed.”

“What is it sweetie?” my mom asked reaching for my hand on the tabletop, but I pulled away. I don’t even deserve her comfort.

My dad looked amused.

“what could you possibly be telling us? If you crashed your car, its insured. I know you aren’t into drugs because you say they would impact your singing, and you would never risk that, you are given enough of your own money to not steal anything, and you’re gay, so I know you didn’t get your boyfriend pregnant. What could you have done to piss us off?”

Ok. So maybe my dad is an arrogant jerk, and I should’ve expected this, but still. I’m afraid he might hit me or something if I tell him. He really hasn’t before. Not on purpose, and not since I became a teenager, but I was still scared.

“Actually dad, i-“ I took a shaky breath. “I did get someone pregnant. But not Kurt.” I paused for a moment. “Obviously.”

It was silent, and my dad actually stood while my mom put her hands to her mouth and gave a dramatic breath.

“Wait a minute! You knocked someone up Blaine?”

I bit the inside of my cheek and bowed my head before nodding to the table.

“Honey, what do you mean you got someone pregnant? H- how?” My mom asked.

“Yeah Blaine, how?! Because you told us you were gay! You told us that you were completely sure that you are gay and like boys.  So are you telling us that it was just some nonsense like I have been saying all along?”

“No dad! I’m not saying that at all. I am still Gay!”

My dad scoffed, and continued to yell. “Not gay enough to not get a girl pregnant apparently!!”

I looked down into my lap again, and had no more words. Now I just had to wait. Now, I had to accept the reaming and the yells and dissapointment. I told them what is going on, and now I have to wait.

“What was this Blaine? The past two years huh? Was is to get us to turn our cheeks when you go out, and not have to think about you going out and having sex with girls? Because you like guys?”

I knew that my dad wouldn’t be happy, but I didn’t think he’d take it this way. “No dad. No. It was an accident ok? I was drinking at a party with Kurt, and we weren’t together yet, and with the alcohol, I guess I turn bi-sexual. I didn’t mean for it to happen! I was jus-“

“Just being an irresponsible child is what you were doing! Why the hell didn’t you wear protection Blaine? Didn’t we teach you a god damn thing?”

“Robert! Language!” My mom called.

My dad took a deep breath and started to walk towards the fridge.

And no, you didn’t teach me anything, I wanted to yell to them. I had to go researching google to find out about everything on my own.

“Blaine…. How do you know that this girl is pregnant? And- and How do you know it’s yours?” My mom asked.

And with that, my dad sat back down at the table, now with a beer. “Yeah, and who is this girl!!!?:

I exhaled. “I know because she told me. And she’s a nice girl who doesn’t sleep around. She has no reason to lie to me. We slept together without protection. She took a test, and she’s pregnant.”

“What is this girls name anyway? Maybe we know her parents.”

Sigh… here we go. We’re going to come off ax less than perfect, and its all my fault. because my mom knows Savannah’s mom for sure…. My mom knows EVERYONES mom.

“S- Savannah Lake. She’s a sophomore at Mckinley.”

And suddenly it got reeeeeeeaaaaalllllly quiet. It didn’t even sound like anyone was breathing anymore…

I looked at my dads face, and he looked so angry that he might flip the table over.

“Dad please, I’m sorry!” I pleaded before he could lunge at me or something, because I seriously felt unsafe at the moment.

“Blaine have you lost your mind?!” He said, standing up yet again.

Yeah actually, I think I have……..

“The Lakes? Jonah’s daughter Savannah?” she gasped.

See? She knows everyones mom. I nodded.

“shes just 15 right?” my mom asked.

I just nodded again and looked back into my lap.

“you are both too young for this to be happening….I am so disappointed in you son.” My mom cried, with a sob in her voice.

I’m disappointed in me too.

“I’m sorry mom…. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I told her quietly.

My dad just paced before putting his hands on the table in a way that looked as though he was TRYING to be soft.

Trying.

He seemed calmer now.

“What about this girl? How do you plan on handling this son?”

I only blinked because we hadn’t talked about it yet….. Hell, I’m still in shock now.

“I don’t know…. Savannah just told me this morning…. And she just over three months along and-“

“Past the point of an abortion in Ohio.” My dad chimed in.

“She probably wouldn’t do that regardless, they’re Christian, and very conservative, like us, and I would hope you wouldn’t want her to terminate the pregnancy either blaine.” My mom added.

My mind was so jumbled, I don’t even know what to think. Im not really religious. Imkndof a Christian by birth….. but Would I want her to get an abortion, or not get one? I don’t know what the heck I want to happen….. I guess its up to her. Not me.

“I don’t know what to do. I-…. We haven’t talked about it yet. I don’t know what she wants to do. Or what I need to do.”

My dad didn’t even think, he just started giving me his demands. And he also seemed loads less angry than he did just a moment ago. “You’re gonna be there for her, that’s what! Youre gonna go over there right now, and apologize to that girls parents. Youre gonna step up, and be a man!”

I freaked out a little inside. I know what he is saying.

I know exactly what he is trying to not so subtle-ly tell me what to do.

“……dad, im not going to marry her. I told you, I am still gay.”

“you weren’t gay when you were having sex with this girl!” he stated with obviousness.

I guess I kind of deserved that one. “it only happened one time!!! And we were drunk!!

My dad huffed. “I don’t care! Youre not gay when youre out having sex with girls and knocking them up!!!”

I am so tired of my dad telling me that I am not gay. I have accepted thiss about myself and I have the scars to prove it.. “dad, I AM gay. And I am dating Kurt.”

My dad’s anger came back tenfold at the mention of kurt. “Oh yeah? And what’s he going to think about you fathering a girl’s child?”

I could fight this battle. “He already knows, and he is Savannah’s best friend and we love each other, so he isn’t going anywhere.”

My dad got quiet, and I could tell that I wasn’t helping my situation by blurting out that Kurt and I are in love. But I can’t really bring myself to care.

“Blaine Anderson, you WILL step up and be responsible for your actions.” My mom said now.

I was nodding right away. “Yes mom. I will. You raised me right. I will be there for her. Of course I will, but I will not marry her and pretend to be something I am not! And I know that she doesn’t expect me to! I know that I made a really stupid mistake! And I am owning up to that mistake, and I will take responsibility. But I’m not going to marry her.” I stated, confidently.

My dad was glaring fire daggers at me now, and though I was peeing my pants,  I wasn’t backing down….. not on this…..He is anything but happy with me, but I knew to be ready for anything when I came in here.

And then it clicked to me why he started angry, and then calmed, and is now angry again

He thought I lied about  being gay, and was angry, then, me getting a girl pregnant, he realized, I m not gay and can be involved with a girl, and got significantly less angry. Then me claiming to still be gay put him back to angry…….. I cant believe what a mess ive made……

“You need to get moving. Go over there, and apologize to that girls’ parents. Find out what their plan is and how to be a part of it. Take responsibility.” He said sternly….

I got up from my chair after a few moments of silence, confirming that I was dismissed, and I wanted to thank whoever was listening to be out of that kitchen…. The tension in there was not comfortable.

I walked into my room, and I wanted to lay on my bed, text Kurt, and go to six flags like I was supposed to this morning. I want to be on the ferris wheel a few hundred feet in the air and making out with my boyfriend. I even want to curl up under my covers, and snuggle with my pillow and wallow in my idiocy.

But I cant.

Because I have to be a man. I have to be strong to support Savannah who is going through a lot worse than me right now.

I checked the weather on my phone in Lima, and saw that its barely 40 degrees there today. I traded my windbreaker for my peacoat because, though I don’t know exactly where, I know that Savannah lives in Lima near Kurt. It was supposed to be high 60’s, low 70’s this morning in Columbus today for the theme park, but now plans have changed. I wrapped a scarf around my neck, pocketed my cell phone, and wondered briefly if I should gel my hair. I left it ungelled this morning for kurt because I wouldn’t be at school on a Saturday, and he likes it ungelled, but maybe ill look like a nicer guy if I have it gelled…..

I decided against it though. I don’t want to look like a stuck up rich kid…and with that, i headed back downstairs.

I headed toward the kitchen to let my parents know that I am going but I approached quietly to eavesdrop on what they are saying without me in the room.

“I’m sure her parents won’t be expecting Blaine to stand up. Hopefully this will make a good impression. He’s a responsible boy Robert.”

“If he was responsible, he would’ve been responsible enough to not impregnate the girl up in the first place.”

I could tell my dad still wasn’t happy with me, but he didn’t sound as mad at he was a few minutes ago.

“At least I can hope now that this girl will grow on him, and maybe he’ll fall for her while she’s carrying his kid. Then he’ll stop with this gay nonsense.” My dad mumbled with hope.

I just huffed under my breath and shook my head. I can pretty much guarantee that is not going to happen. The day he accepts that I am not going to magically turn straight, pigs will fly.

“Bob, you heard what he said. He made a mistake in a drinking haze. He’s gay Rob. You should hear the way that he gushes about Kurt. He is in love, and he is proud of who he is.”

I sensed my dad rolling his eyes at the mention of Kurt. Like he always does.

Thanks mom. I thought.

“Well, whatever. Do you think her family has insurance that’ll cover her being pregnant?” My dad asked changing the subject.

“I don’t know. But probably not. Her mom is just a nurse, and her dad is a chef I think. They probably have family health insurance through her mom’s job. I doubt that’ll cover an O.B for her. Not like our insurance.

I hate when my parents talk like this. as if we are superior to other people just because we have money. Yes, we have money, but I bet that her family is far more tight knit than ours. I think that Kurts family is damn close to perfect, and they aren’t rich either.

I didn’t need to hear anymore, and I really didn’t care to, so I walked in.

“I’m going.” I told them, with my hands buried in my pockets.

My dad tossed me my car keys from the table, and I almost didn’t catch them; earning a frustrated huff from my dad. I turned to walk out, when my dad stopped me. ”Son?”

I turned around monotonously to look at him. Can I just go already?

“Make sure you let her and her parents know that you will be taking care of any medical expenses pertaining to that baby.”

“K.” I mumbled nonchalantly, and then proceeded out to my car.

I wouldn’t be saying that. It sounds extremely rude. I’m not going to come off as some arrogant rich jerk who assumes that her family can’t afford medical insurance. If they ask, or if it’s brought up, I will tell them. But if they don’t bring it up, I will just say that I am going to help and be there for her. ‘Be a man!’ though its not my dads version of one. I’ll support whatever decision she makes, and if she’ll let me, im going to be there for her for whatever she needs me for. I screwed up her life, and im gonna make it right.

I got into my car, and texted Savannah.

Hi, Savannah. I told my parents, and my dad said I have to go over there right now and talk to you. If that’s ok….. I need to gps your address.–Blaine

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Savannah Pov

Hi, Savannah. I told my parents, and my dad said I have to go over there right now and talk to you. If that’s ok….. I need to gps your address.–Blaine

I read the text, and then walked into the den to tell my dad.

“Blaine told his parents. He’s coming over to talk. Is that ok?” I asked my parents.

My parents shared a look, and then looked back at me.

“That sounds fine. We all need to talk.” My dad said.

I nodded solemnly and then walked back to the living room with Justin and I texted him back.

Yeah. You can come. My parents said it’s a good idea. And  yea.. I guess we didn’t really talk before….. I live at 1168 Meadow Creek Terrace, Lima Oh, 45814 –Savannah

I slouched into the couch and brought my knees up to my chest. Justin paused his video game, and snuggled into my side.

Ok, I’ll be right there. Probably  2 hours. –Blaine

I put my phone down on the coffee table and sighed.

“Savannah? Are you ok?” My brother mumbled into my shoulder.

I shook my head slowly, already feeling the tears wanting to come down again. I feel like I am a terrible daughter.

“No Juss. I’m not ok…… Mom and dad are so mad at me. They are never going to trust me again. I am such an idiot!”

And the tears hit me as I buried my face into my knees.

“Is it because you are having a baby and you’re not a grown up?”

I was about to nod at him, but my mom came in and sat at my other side on the couch.

“Justin, how do you know your sister is having a baby?” she said with angry eyes.

Great, now I got my little brother into trouble too.

“Mom, that’s my fault ok. I told him because I thought it would help me to tell someone, and I made him promise to keep it a secret.

My mom looked anything but happy as she retreated into the kitchen, and then back out to the den, but she didn’t say anything else.

Maybe a little more than an hour later, my parents awoke me from a nap on the couch, and called me into the den. I yawned and walked down there slowly shuffling my feet, and dragging a blanket that my dad probably draped over my shoulders when I fell asleep, with me.

“Blaine is going to be showing up soon, and we want to talk to you alone for a bit before he gets here.” My mom said calmly. “Do you plan on keeping this baby?”

I pulled the blanket further up on my shoulders in myself consciousness. “I don’t know…… I think so.”

“We want to make sure that you know sweetie, that you are still our daughter. You will continue to be cared for like our daughter. None of us are going to treat you like less of our child. You need to know that. And not worry about it at all honey.” My dad assured me, with his hand resting on my knee.

“But a lot of things are going to be different too if you do decide to keep this baby.” My mom said now. “We love you sweetheart, but your baby, is going to be just that. Your baby. You need to fully understand that. He or she will be your responsibility. You’d still be expected to go to school, and finish school because that is what you are going to do as our daughter. But you’re also expected to get a job and support your baby without our help.”

I gulped. I don’t know anything about being a mom. They’re not going to help me at all?

My dad must’ve seen the panic in my face, and picked up the monologue. “We will help of course if you get overwhelmed and don’t know what to do. Mom will teach you how to be a mom as much as she can.  And we will even take on our roles as grandparents, but we are telling you now, that we are not going to take care of your baby for you. If you can’t give this child up for adoption, it is your baby.”

I looked from my dad, to my mom, back to my dad, and to my mom again. And then I mumbled a faint, “Ok.”

Blaine Pov

I rang the doorbell, and the nerves were seriously getting the best of me as I felt my hands shake a bit. I didn’t know whether to be expecting to get hit by her dad, or threatened to get shot, or even if I will be welcome here at all. I’m going into this situation completely blind. The door opened, and a little boy who looked like Savannah’s 8 year old brother answered the door.

I wondered if he should be answering the door at only 8 years old? Whatever, not my business.

“Uh. Hi. Is Savannah here?” I asked looking at this little boy, who honestly had the same color eyes as Kurt.

That’s interesting.

“Yeah. She’s on the couch. Are you the boy that made a baby inside of her?” he said, his little face twisting into a scowl if I’ve ever seen one.

I wanted to smile, because it was adorable, but I held back thinking that that probably wouldn’t be the best idea. Maybe the whole family is gonna be really pissed at me.

“Uhm. Ye- Yeah. I am. Is she here?” I said slowly.

“Justin! Open the door!” I heard Savannah call. He looked back behind him, and then opened the door wider to gesture me inside.

I hesitantly stepped in, and caught Savannah’s eyes. Her face was still puffy, she was in pajamas now, and I could see her stomach sticking out above her waistline.

I can’t believe that I got a girl pregnant……

When my shoulders slumped, Savannah seemed to hustle over to me quickly, heeding my silent invite and fell into my embrace. I hugged her in what I hoped was a reassuring, and protective way. Hugging her to me, I rested my chin in her hair and whispered, “It’s ok.” I hoped that it would tell her everything that I hoped to convey with those two words.

I’ll carry this burden with you.

She didn’t cry in my arms, but I could just sense how broken and lost she felt as she clung to my jacket like it was warmth after a storm, though id just come from the cold outside. I rubbed her shoulders.

I saw a tall man coming down the front hall by the doorway we were standing in, and the 8 year old closed the door behind me, and ran off into another room.

I loosened my grip on Savannah hoping she’d let go at least a bit so that I could introduce myself ‘Like a man’.

She let go, but stayed almost leaning on my left side.

This man that I assumed was her dad extended his hand out to me and spoke in a somewhat deep voice. “I’m Harry Lake. Savannah’s father. You must be Blaine.”

I gave on firm nod, and what I hope showed as a ‘want to be a smile, but afraid to’ facial expression. Then I shook his hand as strongly as I could. “Yes sir. Blaine Anderson.”

He released my hand, and made very sure eye contact with me. “I would say it’s nice to meet you, but, these circumstances don’t make it so nice.”

Harry didn’t sound hostile, Or even angry. But I could hear the upset in his voice. I held his gaze for only a moment, and then looked to Savannah and then halfway down to the ground.

“Let’s go start this in the kitchen.” And he motioned for Savannah and I to walk in front of him. I walked behind her with my hands in my pockets feeling extremely nervous with this man walking behind me. He stayed quite a ways back seeming to not make me uncomfortable, but I was still worried.

I made the judgment in my head already that I wasn’t going to be on this man’s Christmas list, but I also ruled out him hitting me or anything. He didn’t seem like a harsh man. Not anything like my father.

We were in a kitchen now, and Savvy sat down in a chair and I sat in the one next to her. Her dad passed me and went towards the refrigerator.

“Can I get you a bottle of water Blaine?”

As much as I wanted to say yes, for some strange reason, my head told me to say no.

“No thank you sir. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” He pushed, pulling a bottle out to show me.

And then, I couldn’t stop thinking about the cold drink. “Um. Ok. Thank you.”

I reached for it as he handed it to me and sat across from us teens.

“My wife will be in here soon. But I’ll just start. Are you 15 or 16 Blaine?”

“I’m 16.”

He nodded. “Have you told your parents what’s going on?”

I nodded, but quickly opened my mouth. “Yes sir.”

“How’d they take it?” he asked, in what seriously sounded, sympathetic.

“They- They were not happy with me. I uh, I made my mom cry, and my dad is just really pissed that I could be so irresponsible.” I said quietly playing with my hands. I know I should stop stuttering, and keep eye contact with him, but my nerves were getting the better of me.

I have to knock it off now though. My dad would kick my ass if he knew that I wasn’t talking like a man.

“Well, I’ll tell you the same Blaine. I am not happy with you getting my daughter pregnant. I am not happy with Savannah having sex in the first place and getting pregnant, and the two of you, are on my list right now.”

I just nodded to him, and grabbed Savannahs hand under the table, not really knowing what else to do.

“Sav, have you told Blaine that you think you want to keep the baby?”

I just looked at her now, right in the eyes, and she looked sorry. She looked down into her lap, and didn’t say anything.

“It’s ok Savannah. I will support your decision if you want to keep the baby.” I said calmly. “Do you want to keep it?” I asked even softer.

She nodded, but not to me. More to her lap. She was afraid that I wouldn’t agree with her decision.

“Ok then. Then we can keep the baby. I- It’s fine. I agree with your decision.” I told her squeezing he hand.

Her dad exhaled, and I turned to him when he did.

“Blaine, do you know what keeping this baby means?”

Not really…… I do but I don’t. I didn’t know how to answer out loud though, so I kept my mouth shut.

“Do you know how much it costs to have a baby?”

“A- A lot.” I answered. I felt like an idiot, but staying silent would’ve made me look and feel stupider.

“Do u know how much a stroller is? And a crib?” He continued.

I shook my head no, and I knew that Savannah didn’t know the answers to any of these questions either.

“Take a guess. I swear you guys, I am not asking you this to embarrass you or intimidate you, but because it is all really important. It is a big deal. So go on. Take a guess. How much do you think a crib and stroller is?”

Ok so this wasn’t a game. This is a reality prompt.

“Uhm, 75 for the stroller, and….. 150 for the crib?”  I answered. Savannah nodded in agreement.

And smacking us in the face with the truth, he told us. “A good and safe stroller, you’ll be lucky to find one for 150 bucks. And a crib, a sturdy one, 200 or more.”

I blinked. That’s a lot of money and babies need a lot more than just that.

“How about a can of formula. And diapers? What’s your wager?”

Savannah took this one. “A can of formula….. uhm, 5 dollars. And a pack of diapers? 10?”

Her dad was shaking his head sadly, “Try 10 plus bucks on formula, and 10 bucks for a small pack of 20 diapers. And both of those things, will last you about a week. If that.”

This scare tactic was surely working terrors for Savannah, and I will admit that it is mildly scaring me.

He continued. “And babies grow daily. What about clothes? And bibs. And they get older, and start eating baby food. There’s special baby bath soaps and laundry detergents. There is a lot, of planning that comes with having a baby.”

Through everything, I did not let go of Savannah’s hand, and I squeezed it reassuringly again. I could feel her tense.

Then her mom came into the kitchen. “That's not even touching the tip of the surface when it comes to the things you’ll need for the first few months alone.”

Now this woman, scared me. She was definitely not as soft as her husband. I was afraid of her handing my parents my ass on a silver platter if I looked at her the wrong way……

“And Savannah, what about now? The baby’s not born yet, still, it’s expensive. Our insurance certainly isn't going to cover all of your doctor’s visits.”

My mom and dad were right….. And damnit, I hated that they were right….
"Why can't I just stay with my doctor now?" Sav asked.

And her Mom answered her without missing a beat. Because she is a pediatrician. And that's what our insurance covers for u. A pediatrician. Now that you’re pregnant, you need an O.B.G.Y.N. A doctor for you as a woman, and for the baby inside you. You need a doctor that can take care of you, your pregnancy, and the baby’s birth. And our insurance, doesn’t provide you with that.

Blaine knows he should be opening his mouth now. But he doesn't want to say what he was told to say, and sound like he's got money. Because his parents have money. Not him. And they remind him of that fact all the time.
"I- I can help. My dad said that I will take care of that."

“Do you have a job Blaine?” Harry asked.

 I almost protested, but I decided against it and shook my head. “No sir, but my parents-“
“Have money?” Her mom cut me off, and I felt like I should peel my skin for opening my trap.
“.... Kind of...” I answered, and her mom just sat down and nodded looking a bit annoyed. Her eyes told me the word, ‘typical.’ And I immediately felt like I was being judged.

“but they would never just bail me out.” I defended myself. “My family may have money, but with all due respect, I swear, I'm not just a trust fund baby. They've always made me work for money. I don’t just get it for being in the family. And they don't bail me out of any of my messes.”

It was quiet for about a minute before the tension in the air felt completely gone, and when I chanced a glance up at Savannah’s mom she no longer looked like she might shoot fire out of her eyes at me. She actually looked…. Maybe a little….. Impressed?

Thank god!

“So,” Her dad spoke now, “You’re parent’s are on board with you fathering a child?”

I nodded. “Yes. They don’t like it, but I was pretty much demanded to be a man and take responsibility. And the first step was coming over here and… Being here for Savannah. I would’ve done that anyway, even if they didn’t tell me to though.”

“Okay.” Savannah’s mom said. “So, the only question now that we have left to really make sure is answered is, are you two sure that you want to keep this baby?”

I looked at Savannah, and could see the answer in her eyes.

Despite how deathly terrifying the idea of being a 16 year old with a baby. Despite how much I am going to probably have to work my ass of to afford to have a baby. Despite the fact that I am gay and have a boyfriend who I am in love with. Despite the fact that finishing school for me, and savannah is going to be a challenge beyond belief, I knew what was happening.

“Yeah mom….. I want to keep the baby.” Savannah said. And I just nodded my head with what I set up to be, and hopefully, looked like a ‘sure’ look.

Her parents exchanged a glance, and then turned to us and said, “Ok.”

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