"It's not generally talked about – about one in every fifty men have the same gene passed through them, it's just never come to realisation because only about half are homosexual. Just because they have the gene, doesn't mean they're homosexually inclined, nor sexually active. So we tend to keep it a secret."

Kurt just sat there, unblinking, unfocused. Never in a million years did he think that he'd ever…ever…have this happen to him. He didn't even think it could happen to him. Not even in his dreams.

It was…impossible.

Apparently.

"Kurt?"

Kurt sucked in a breath and nodded. "Sorry…what?"

The doctor raised an eyebrow, getting up and pouring a glass of water, handing it to Kurt.

"Do you want to talk?"

Kurt nodded, but he didn't say anything.

"Is your…boyfriend, around? Do you want to talk to him? Maybe bring him here and we can explain the situation to him?"

But Kurt couldn't move.

There was something inside him. Growing, attaching and feeding off of him. Ruining him.

"Kurt!"

He finally snapped out of it, and his eyes focused on the doctor.

"W-when?"

The doctor sighed. "Well, male gestation generally lasts around ten months, but we'll take it out at eight and a half months, to avoid complications. So in six months."

"I'm…two and a half? Already?" Kurt choked out. "How come I didn't notice?" he asked, more to himself than the doctor.

The doctor sighed.

"For some… reason, males tend not to get any symptoms – except for the unexplainable vomiting and nausea - until they're almost out of the first trimester."

Kurt shook his head mutely. He was still in shock, still couldn't understand – didn't want to understand what was happening.

The doctor was still talking.

"..but it tends to be a good thing for most gay couples – allowing them children without having to use a surrogate, or go through the adoption process."

Kurt just nodded.

"I want you to come back in two weeks – we'll need to do another blood test, and you'll get your first ultrasound. Try to make sure your partner can accompany you."

Kurt nodded again – his mind racing. He was still a little freaked out by what was going on..

"Okay, that's it…you're not going home alone."

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"You're in shock, obviously, and I don't think you should be driving. Can you call someone?"

Kurt swallowed hard. "Carole. My step-mom."

^.^

Kurt paced around the living room, sweating and freaking out. Carole watched him mutely, waiting for whatever he was about to say.

"Carole? What if I told you something that I never thought possible was wrong with me?"

"Oh god Kurt…what's wrong?" she sat up, her eyes wide.

"I just…" he sat down, before standing up and pacing.

"Is it…is it cancer, Kurt?" she asked softly, and he shook his head.

"Not cancer." He said softly. "Have you…have you ever heard of a…" he swallowed hard. "Male…pregnancy gene?"

Carole's eyes widened in realisation, nodding faintly.

"Kurt…. Are you.. .pregnant?"

Kurt sank back down on the end of the couch, twisting his hands in his lap.

"…Yes?"

"I'm going to be a grandmother?" Carole shook her head. "Wait, are you okay? Have you told Blaine yet?"

"Don't tell Blaine. Please. He can't know."

"Kurt, hon, he's going to find out eventually."

Kurt shook his head decidedly.

"He doesn't have to..."

"Kurt…"

"Carole! I'm male! And I'm fucking pregnant!"

In the stunned silence that followed, Blaine's bag dropped to the floor.

"What?"

"Oh good, you're home." Carole smiled calmly at Blaine. "I'll just be getting home then." She told them both, patting Blaine's shoulder as she passed, the front door slamming behind her.

Kurt and Blaine stared at each other across the lounge room.

Blaine was the first to break the silence, sighing as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Kurt, what's going on?"

"What's going on? What's going on is you got me fucking pregnant you dickhead!"

Blaine laughed awkwardly.

"What? That's a joke right?" he asked. Kurt death glared him.

"Do I look like I'm fucking joking?"

"…You can't be serious…?"

Kurt sighed, turning his face away.

"You're actually pregnant? We're having a baby?"

"Oh, well done Blaine." He said sarcastically.

"How is that even possible?"

Kurt ran a hand through his already-tousled hair, letting out a exasperated sigh.

"The doctor said…that in some cases…males can have uterus'...It's...it's just something that happens..."

Blaine frowned. "But how does the…stuff get to the…"

Kurt sighed. "Through the…colon." He blushed. "Everything we've ever known about anatomy got chucked out the window."

Blaine let out a suppressed breath. "You're pregnant."

"Yes Blaine. And it's all your fault."

"My fault? How is this my fault?"

"How the fuck do you think I got pregnant?"

"Kurt… This is a good thing…"

Kurt's jaw almost hit the floor, gaping at his boyfriend.

"Blaine! I am nineteen fucking years old. I am male and I am not fucking ready for anything like this. How the fuck does your brain make this okay?"

Blaine frowned. "Kurt… Calm down. This isn't as big as a disaster as you seem to think it is. I mean, didn't you want kids one day?"

"Yes, one day! One fucking day! Not fucking today. Not this year. Not-"

"Kurt…" Blaine said, stepping closer. "This isn't a disaster. He isn't a disaster."

Kurt's mouth dropped open again. "He? Blaine – priorities!"

"Priorities? Why the fuck isn't he your priority?"

Kurt gaped at his boyfriend.

"Blaine! I'm nineteen. We're nineteen! In what world is two guys having a baby at nineteen a priority?"

"I didn't say getting pregnant was a priority, just that now that you are, he should be our proirity!"

"No Blaine. I don't want it. I don't want this.. this thing leeching off-"

Blaine wrapped him in a hug, holding Kurt tight against his body.

"Kurt… It'll be okay." He murmered soothingly. Kurt shook his head against Blaine's shoulder, trying to hold back his tears.

"It's not. It's not. It's not." Kurt whispered, burying his face further into Blaine's chest.

"Yeah…it is." Blaine smiled in his hair, closing his eyes. "We're going to have a gorgeous baby boy, and we're going to be…amazing parents…and-"

"Blaine… I don't want to be pregnant. I'm not ready for this. For him."

"But we will be. We have time."

"Six months. We have six months." Kurt whispered, his voice started to get choked up.

Blaine rocked him gently, stroking his hair.

"In six months, we'll have a beautiful baby boy."