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Savannah's Pov

(In case you just got here, this is my SECOND chapter in 2 days. so if you havent, please go read chapter 21 first. Thanks! : )

Mrs. Alvarado's quiz that I just got a D- on, is going. To get. Me. KILLED! I knew I should've stayed home today like I said I was going to do. But nooooo I thought, hey savannah, be responsible. You have a quiz today. You should go in. And so what do I do? I go in. And what do I get?

Lectured!

'Savannah, did you even read the material?'

'Savannah, did you highlight the text that you needed to study more closely on?'

'Savannah did you blah BLAH FREAKING BLAH!'

Kill me now! I just don't understand it!

Not to mention the text bores me out of my freaking mind! I'm never going to pass this STUPID class, no matter how much tutoring Blaine can survive through giving me.

I'm a hopeless case when it comes to this damn science crap.

I opened my locker to re grab a highlighter and start highlighting through Tina's notes that she lent me. Thank god for that. Because of the few days I missed, teach is giving me some time to make up the test I just BOMBED!

I was lost in the boring cycles of photosynthistecatal jibba jabba whatever when I heard a foot tapping behind my locker door all of a sudden.

"Really Savvy? Again?" Kurt asked me, as the lunch bell rang.

"What? I hate this class." I uttered.

"No. Not that." He replied, and I looked at him, with his arms crossed.

This is about the babies again.

"What'd I do now?" I asked irritated.

This checking up on me thing is getting ridiculous. I'm trying to take better care of myself and the babies, so what did I screw up this time?

Kurt crossed his arms and leaned against the locker waiting for me to fess up myself. "What? I'm being responsible with the babies, and everything, so seriously. What did I do?"

He exhaled annoyedly before speaking. "This morning, I eavesdropped on Finn and Puck, whomentioned you were having pain during the prom. Since Finn had to drive me here his morning, and he wouldn't shut up about prom night, during his never ending speech, he mentioned that while you guys were totally about to makeout, you started having stomach pain, AGAIN."

I blushed bright red at the Finn comment, but continued to highlight lines half wishing that I couldn't hear Kurt right now about the pain thing. If I was deaf, I'd have a true excuse to tune him out right now I just decided to play dumb.

I shut my locker door. "So?"

"So, I know that you haven't told Blaine. That's slipping back to being irresponsible don't you think?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "I have an appointment for this afternoon ok? I'm skipping glee so I can go to it. And I DID tell him! I just didn't tell him that the appointment is today. It's Nationals on Wednesday and just don't want him to panic. If he comes to it today then he'll not only miss work, but he'd hear the doctor say stuff and then they'd tell me to forego nationals or something in order to stay off of my feet. I can't let the club down."

Kurt leaned in closer to my face. "You can't let the babies down Savannah. What if something is wrong? Don't you think Blaine should be there?"

I looked down at my stomach with a slow exhale. He's right, but Blaine has to work so, he can't. He's still in his first few official weeks of work that's not just training.

"And I want to win Nationals as much as anyone else does, but those babies, they are 50 times more important than the competition." He continued with finality.

I looked up and we held a gaze for a moment. "Fine. I'll tell I'm going in today and I'll call him tonight and tell him how it went okay?"

Kurt seemed satisfied with that answer and I finally looked away and grabbed my phone out of my pocket to text Blaine. Kurt grabbed my arm and we trotted down the hall to lunch as I typed out a text to Blaine.

My appt is today after school but I know you have to work. I'll fill you in tonight though, I promise. I had a test today, so I had to go to school but I'm fine right now so don't worry. I'll call you later and give you the deets.- Savannah

"There. Sent." I said repocketing my phone.

"Awesome." Kurt replied, linking his arm with mine.

We walked to the lunchroom to get lunch before heading to glee. I grabbed a bowl of spaghetti to Kurt's salad, and we went down to glee.

Time for rehearsals. And I need to work my butt off because I am missing glee this afternoon.

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Blaine Pov

Sigh. The mile run. Does it every time. Completely rids my hair of all gel and makes me have to shower because of the sticky sweat-gel mixture that falls to my shoulders in P.E. and reapply more after. So much for getting to the 12 o'clock lunch line early.

I showered as quickly as possible wanting to get to my phone to text Kurt and see how his lunch is going.

I toweled my hair dry as I walked to my locker, Nick trailing beside me already dressed.

"Warbler practice has missed you the past few weeks B. They made me captain of the Warblers, but it feels so strange and out of place."

I smiled at the news of him being ranked up, though inside, I was bummed at the first thing he said; that everyone misses me. I miss them too.

I got to my locker and put in my combo before responding.

"I miss you guys too. So much. But that's awesome that you were made captain. You deserve it Nick."

I grabbed my phone when I stopped talking, and I had 3 missed calls, 2 Vm's and 4 text messages.

Hmm. That's kind of a lot.

As much as I wanted to read the text from Kurt first, I read them in the order they were sent.

"Allright, well, I'll talk to you later bro. You seem kind of busy." Nick said as he saw me now staring at my screen with my brow creased with worry.

"Hey! No, it's allright. I can talk for a few minutes Nick." I told him, putting my phone down, and starting to get redressed into my uniform.

My phone vibrated from the floor of my locker though, just as Nick opened his mouth to start talking. I sighed, and he clapped me on the back.

"It's allright B. I'll just, I'll text you later."

"Sorry Nick." I said picking up the phone, seeing another text come in.

"No worries. See you man."

"See ya."

I pulled pants on and dried my curls a bit more before picking up my phone again. Crap. Sebastian texted me like an hour ago. Crap.

Sent at 11: 08am Hey NewB. There's a huge meeting this afternoon at half past one. I need a coffee, Black, and Sandwiches for the entertainment department by 2:00 at the latest. One of the lackeys in their division called in sick. Get your tail to it. -Smythe S.

…Ok? How the hell am I supposed to get sandwiches for an entire meeting of people? I don't have that kind of money. Nor do I know where this meeting is. And wait what? I am not out of school until 3. Why would he have me working this afternoon? Don't they have someone else to do it? I can't just ditch my afternoon block of classes.

I decided to hold that off for a minute and check my other texts.

11:27am I miss you. I have never been so bored in a French class. Ms. Jeeves is drinking a medium drip that I can smell so much more than I should, and being incredibly boring. Wish I was with you. –Kurt

I smiled at that. He always says what I love to hear. I never stop missing him. Next message.

11:58 My appt is today after school but I know you have to work. I'll fill you in tonight though, I promise. I had a test today, so I had to go to school but I'm fine right now so don't worry. I'll call you later and give you the deets.- Savannah

I huffed in frustration. This girl will be the death of me. I wanted to be at the appointment. I moved on to the last text, from Kurt sent just 3 minutes ago.

12:00 Finn told me this morning about Savannah's Pain. I thought she didn't tell you so I guilt tripped her about it. Whoops. Anyways, I miss you. : ) – Kurt

I chuckled to myself. Every time something is happening with Savannah, she fails to tell me and Kurt is right there to spy. I love him so much for it, but at the same time, I can't wait to be at Mckinley too. It'll be a lot easier to keep track of that girl and make sure she is staying healthy.

Thanks babe! I can always count on you! And so can the babies. I love you. : ) –Blaine I sent.

I responded to Sav's text next.

Why did u have to schedule it today? Honestly woman! I wanted to be there. You suck. ;P –BlaineI sent.

Dealing with her for the past month and a half has really really made me extremely content and happy to be gay. She's gonna be the cause of my first gray hair, not the babies! She's something else to deal with. I don't know how straight guys do it. Girls are beautiful, and awesome, but they are so much more complicated.

The last text that just came in was from Kurt. I smiled wide.

12:05 Glee rehearsal is starting. I'll call you as soon as it's out. I love you. –Kurt

Just that. That is going to get me through the day no matter what my irritating boss has me doing.

I called my voicemail as I walked out of the locker room and gym to get some lunch before calling my boss.

You have 3 new voice messages. 1st message:

Hey gorgeous. You're pretty face is not prompt enough apparently. I need you. One of the temps for entertainment called in sick this morning, and theres a huge meeting this afternoon. I need you to get lunch for it. Call me now!

Oh. And I need a coffee. Black.

I went to the next message. Which was louder, and more frantic than the last.

Next message:

Blaine! Seriously. Where the hell are you? I need to be able to count on you to answer my calls. You got this job so you could work. So get your little tail in here and work. Call me!

And I had to go downstairs and drink the crap from the coffee pot. Uncool. You owe me for that shit.

Next message:

Your dad emailed me your class schedule, so I know you have lunch right now. I'm not interrupting a class this time. Answer your phone!

Okay, maybe this being an assistant thing would be more annoying than I thought. He's got to stop talking to me like that. It's so uncomfortable. And I was only supposed to have this added on responsibility of assistant on the weekends, not during the week. And I'm not even scheduled to work until 3:30, and that's in the office, or the toy department (wherever they stick me).

I dialed his number and he picked up on the first ring.

"Blaine! Took you long enough. You need to get in as soon as possible."

"Um, sorry sir, I thought I wasn't scheduled until 3:30. I have school an-"

"Yeah yeah, you need school but someone couldn't come in, and we discussed last week that you needed to be a lot more available for this job. I need you A.s.a.P and that means now!"

I scratched my head as I passed my 4th period class and decided on waiting outside it until Sebastian gives me instructions.

I don't have a choice. I need this job, and even though my dad is an ass for throwing me into it kind of, he did stick his neck out for me, and I can't let him down. Sigh.

"Ok. What do I need to-"

"Get in here immediately. There isn't much time left now, it's 15 after, and I need lunch to be here in an hour."

"ok. I'll leave right now but-"

"Did you download the company time card app I told you about?"

"Yeah. I did it right after you told me. But remember I'm at school right now so I'm all the way in Westerville, so if you're at the Lima office, i-"

"We're in the Westerville building. I need you to get the business platter from Togo's, tell them the company, they'll know what to do. And get me a straight black coffee from the Starbucks next door, and ask for a shot of Courvoisier in it."

I wanted to tell him to quit frigging cutting me off! It's extremely rude, annoying, and I'm not his freaking slave! But I took a silent deep breath and kept my cool.

"how exactly do I do that? I haven't gotten paid yet and I don't have enough money to get a whole thing of-"

You have to come down to the office first and pick up a company credit card from Gabby at the front desk. Show her your badge, and she'll know you work for me."

Ok. But that still doesn't explain….

"I am 16 Sebastian. I can't order you a shot of alcohol in your drink."

It was quiet for a few seconds before he huffed in annoyance.

I forgot. Ok whatever, then just coffee black. But get in here and hustle. Togo has a lunch rush, and you need to be prompt."

"Ok. I'll be there in 10-15 minutes."

"Step on it sexy."

I didn't say anything else. I just hung up. The conversation was over right?

I walked into my 4th block teachers' class, and she was grading some papers.

"Ms. Greer?"

She looked up at me and smiled bright as a full moon. "Blaine Anderson. I just got finished grading your last paper." She held it up from her pile. "A+!" She exclaimed.

I smiled. At least my grades wouldn't suffer from missing this class.

"Thanks Ms. Greer. I uhm, I just wanted to let you know that I have to miss the remainder of classes this afternoon. I recently got a job and it's really demanding and everything, so I have to ask if I can be excused and pick up my assignments now. I have to be there in 15 minutes."

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My teachers were all pretty lenient about me missing the rest of the day simply because I am doing well in my classes, (except for Mr. Phelps, who for some reason has been kind of an ass to me for the past few months.) But no one in the school besides the Warblers know why I am working, considering my family's financial status in this community, and it definitely raised every teachers' eye. No one said any of their definite concerns though. At least not today. Still though, I have a feeling I am going to have to spill my situation to them next time if this happens again.

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Savannah Pov

I decided to go to my doctor's appointment this afternoon without anyone. I left right after school, and didn't take a ride from Kurt because I'd rather him stay at glee and practice. He's in more numbers than I am at the competition, so he should rehearse. Mr. Schue took me out of one of the group numbers despite my not wanting him too.

"You know what, Savannah? Maybe you should sit this one out at Nationals. There's some pretty vigorous choreography." He had said, so blah, one less number for me to be a part of.

Darn pregnancy.

Because the doctor fit me on short notice thanks to a last minute cancellation, Blaine couldn't go. According to Kurt, Blaine was called into work even before school got out today.

Can they even do that? Just yank him out of school like that?

I'd talk to him later about it. I want to hear more about his a-hole boss I heard him and Kurt gabbing about earlier.

Anyway, the doctor told me at first that I may have had some Hypoglycemia issues early on in my pregnancy which was why I got faint from time to time, but she said that should fade out in the next couple of weeks.

Nothing to worry about.

She also said that my pain from this weekend was caused by the babies sitting on my ribs. There is not quite enough room for the two of them in there and they are kind of searching for space to rest in.

"You need to really adjust your diet a bit more. Eat a bit more too create your babies some space." She had said.

'Aren't I enough of a blimp already?!' I wanted to say. But I didn't because that'd sound immature.

It's for the babies.

I can do it, and I will. For my babies. For Blaine's babies.

And Kurt would kill me if I didn't anyway.

And I swear, that boy needs to stay off of the internet. Every day, he has more and more information about my pregnancy to share with me.

'Did you know that every 1 in 10 babies is born with-'

'Holy cow! When you're pregnant, you can get really smelly-'

'Savannah, you should take personal vitamins as well as prenatal-'

Where's the remote! Sometimes, I just wanted to shut him off. Like a T.V. Or an alarm clock.

I love him dearly, but geez, if I hear another pregnancy fact, I will NEVER get pregnant again. Even when I'm grown and married.

I am actually half thankful that he is grounded for a while. I can't come over to be his Blaine substitute while he is working all this week. Ever since prom….. When they TOTALLY did it, (oh come on! You TOTALLY know they did it!) he has either been all bummed out because Blaine isn't around, or talking nonstop about Blaine. Don't get me wrong, I love Blaine dearly too. I mean, he's the father of my unborn babies, and he is the nicest guy ever. He is honestly alot like Kurt without the 'bitch please' factor. But if I have to hear Kurt gush about Blaine during another hour long phone call, I'll throw up.

It's a huge bummer that Finn is grounded too, but he'll have freedom soon, and when he has freedom, I'll be able to go back to hanging with Kurt too, simply because they are in the same house. Ha! Flaw in your lockdown plan Papa Burt. Heheheh.

I'll miss Kurt by the time Finn's grounding is up.

I don't actually mind hearing Kurt gush about boys at all really. It's just now when he's on lockdown, we have NOTHING else to talk about besides Blaine, and my pregnancy. Usually, our phone conversations are a nice even divide of Blaine, Kurt and his home life, my home life, the newest fashion trends, New York, Broadway, glee, my pregnancy, his bullying (or lack of it lately, thank god) and other stuff. But he's been bummed for the weekend, and all day today.

I don't really talk too much about boys because I don't have one. Finn and I haven't really said we are dating or anything yet, and I feel like I might mess something up if I talk too much about him. I really really like him, and I know that he likes me, but I feel kind of like he might be too good for me.

And I'm pregnant, and kind of moody, and hormonal. I kind of want to wait to date him. But at the same time I don't. I want to date him now. What if some other girl snatches him up?

Oh how I feel so conflicted.

He almost asked me to be his girlfriend today. At least that's what Kurt told me. But he was apparently going to do it after glee, and I had to miss glee because of my appointment.

I hope I didn't miss my chance though. Maybe tomorrow.

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Kurt Pov

I may or may not have been sitting here at my desk for 45 minutes just tapping my pencil against my blank notebook. I'm waiting for Blaine to call.

Well, call Finn. Dad pocketed my pone the second I walked through the door. He really means business, and he was not kidding when he said I will learn my lesson.

It was a pretty stupid decision to go off with Blaine even though my dad gave us a very stern 'no.' I just really really needed to get some privacy with my boyfriend. And I think we were ready to take that next step. I am so glad that we did, and of course I wouldn't go back and do that any differently, but if I could do it in a way that wouldn't get me grounded, I'd go ahead and do it that way. I didn't really take into account the fact that me being grounded would mean that I couldn't have any contact with Blaine for any period of time.

Yeah.

Didn't really think that one through.

I should really be working on this history assignment, but I can't focus on anything but this framed photo of Blaine and I from Prom, holding each other closer than Finn thinks should be humanly legal, and smiling like there was no better night in the world.

There really wasn't. Everything that night was perfect.

No regrets.

I heard footsteps coming down the hall, and I perked up hoping it'd be Finn.

"Honey, you left your laundry in the dryer. Again." I heard from next door. It was just Carole. Talking to Finn. Of course.

He's such a pig sometimes.

And ok. Maybe i had one regret. God being grounded is stupid…..

This sucks.

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Blaine Pov

I wiped a bead of sweat from my head as I finally walked out of the filling room. It's so freaking hot in there! Would it be terrible for this company to get some AC in there? They make enough money. I know! I've been doing all of the number entries for how much each store is bringing in all day!

I'm exhausted, and I still have to get home and do my homework. It's 8:45 right now, and I should have been off 15 minutes ago but I wanted to finish. When I walked to Sebastian's office, he was waiting for me in his doorway with his arms crossed.

I really cannot quite read his face yet. His attitudes have been so up and down today, I have no idea what to make heads or tails of what I am doing right or wrong. At the meeting that I had to play lackey for, he was frantic, and bossy. Kind of rude, and I wanted to smack him every time he opened his mouth.

Then, at 4, when I started my official work, he was lenient, and a lot calmer as he explained the days task and deadline info to me. Every time he came by to not so subtly check in on me, he was being really nice. Annoyingly flirty, but nice. He brought me a coffee as he caught me yawning about an hour ago, and he gave me a couple of the leftover quarter sandwiches from the meeting at like 5 since I didn't get a lunch today.

"On the weekends, you'll be off site running some kind of errand for me most of the time, and you can stop and get lunch on those days. You also get to stay on the clock because you're always working as long as you have a company cell on you."

I had raised an eyebrow at that.

"Oh, you get a work cell phone as my assistant. I'll tell you more this weekend. I don't have it yet because today was just an emergency. You were covering for a temp. And it counted as overtime pay so, you're welcome."

Yeah. The job was busy work, but he's okay to work with. I just would like to read his mind.

"How's it going?" He asked casually reaching a hand out for my task clipboard.

I gulped, and handed it over, worried if my answer and checklist would satisfy him. I panicked inside a bit before I answered.

"I finished the copying, and filing for all of the 2008 toy sales sheets, and financial earnings from Ohio, Oklahoma, and Oregons's stores. But I'm sorry, I didn't know how to do the data entry until this evening, so I only finished the D.E. For Ohio. But uhm. But tomorrow that's the first thing I'll do, and I'll make sure I do the remainder of last years, filing, copying, and data entry for Pennsylvania, and Rhode Island stores before the deadline." My voice trembled out way too fast but still as professionally as I could.

Sebastian's eyes were big though as I tried to breathe silently, waiting for his retort. I bit my tongue and drew a drop of blood, I was so nervous.

"Wait, you finished Oklahoma and Oregon's sales paperwork too?" he asked sounding surprised flipping a few papers over on the clipboard.

Crap was I not supposed to? It said on there to do data entry, copying, and filing for O. Ohio and Oklahoma, and the next on the list was Oregon. I thought I had to complete all three today.

"Yes sir. Was I not supposed to?" I asked, a little high pitched.

Sebastian flipped the pages back to the front.

"No no no, you did it right. Don't worry, it's just….. I expected you to barely finish Ohio by tonight let alone….." He flipped the pages again. "Damn kid. You're quick."

Oh.

Oh!

I exceeded expectations.

Awesome!

I smiled a little, but looked down so he wouldn't see it. "Okay. You trained me really well."

He mumbled, "I guess so." And handed my back my clipboard.

"So um…. Am I free to go?" I asked, pausing before adding the reason, "Because uhm… I have a paper due tomorrow, and I have to type it up and everything-"

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah. Cool. Uhm, you're fine. Good work Anderson. You're doing a lot better than anyone thought you'd do. I made the right choice taking a chance on you. Sexy to look at and flawless at work."

"Stop…" I muttered blushing a little at the 'flawless work' compliment, and put my head down hoping to hide it. Though the 'sexy' comment was just eye roll worthy. It made me blush the first few times he said it during my training simply for being flattering and a compliment, but now, it's just frustrating.

"Don't be modest. You're doing great. Tomorrow I'll get some of the guys to show you how to half ass the D.E. to get through it sooner. The corporate guys in New York only look at a few numbers. The rest don't matter."

I wish he would've told me that before. The damn data entry was the most time consuming and boring part of the day! I'd have finished it if I had a shortcut. "Okay. Thanks." I said simply.

"Allright. Get out of here. I'll see you back here tomorrow at 3?"

I nibbled the inside of my lip. He made it sound like a question, but I know it was a command. I probably shouldn't correct him….

"I'm scheduled at-um…"

Ok bad idea. I knew I shouldn't have opened my trap. He looks kind of daring at the moment.

"What?"

"Uh. Boss isn't it 3:30?" I said skeptically, biting the inside of my lip a tad too hard.

Sebastian just stared at me, a devious and questioning smile curling at the corner of his lips, before turning, and walking inside the confines of his office.

Ok then... I guess that's my answer. So much for my 7th period class. Sorry Mr. Phelps.

3 o'clock it is.

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