He simply had no use for the bump. Okay, so it worked well enough as a table when he was feeling lazy, or a pillow when Blaine fell asleep on him, but really that was it. The rest of the time it just got in the way, making his back sore with the added weight, and causing him to misjudge spaces and get several painful bruises.

But that was okay. He could deal with all of that.

He had a plan.

They doctors at the hospital had been repeatedly stressing the need for Kurt to eat more - to keep both him and the baby healthy. Kurt's plan was to eat the same amount he normally did - possibly even less - denying the fact that he needed more nutrients because the baby was taking most of his.

All Kurt had to do was pretend he wasn't hungry - fake eat - and drink lots of water, and his problem would be gone, and his life could go back to normal.

It was that easy.

Blaine watched worriedly as Kurt got thinner and thinner, sicker and unhealthier, ignoring both Blaine and the doctor.

"Kurt...what are you doing?" Blaine asked one afternoon, sadly spooning himself some carrots.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, but his look of confusion was masked by the dark rings around his eyes and his hollowed out cheeks. He looked like absolute shit.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not looking after yourself." Blaine said softly, standing up and crossing to Kurt, placing his hands on Kurt's stomach. "Or him."

Kurt frowned, swatting his hands away like he'd done numerous times in the past.

"I am. It's fine."

"It? Kurt, I thought we talked about this."

Kurt shook his head. "Blaine, stop worrying. I know how to take care of it."

"Kurt...please...maybe we should go to the doctor. Are you eating enough?"

Kurt stood up angrily, and Blaine recoiled. "Blaine, for the last fucking time, I'm...oh..."

Blaine's eyes widened as Kurt flung out an arm to try and steady himself, but he missed the table and collapsed in a heap.

"Kurt!" Blaine flung himself to Kurt's side, trying to wake him. "Oh my god...oh my god..."

He was heavy, but Blaine was strong - he lifted him and carried him to the car, almost straining under the weight of both Kurt and the baby. He ran back inside, collecting a few things for Kurt before locking the door and speeding towards the hospital.

Blaine took him straight to the ER, and they'd taken one look at Kurt before sedating him properly and putting him in a hospital bed. Putting him on a drip - to get the proper nutrients into him - they kept him sedated for three days.

^.^

Kurt blinked awake groggily. His head felt like crap, his body fairing not much better, and his arm stung. Finding the source of the problem, he found the drip and groaned inwardly. Apparently his plan didn't work.

His abdomen gave a shudder, and it was only then he realised that Blaine was practically draped over him, whispering words to his stomach that Kurt couldn't hear.

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered.

Blaine startled and looked up, relief in his eyes. The sight made Kurt gasp.

"Oh god...Blaine...what happened?" Blaine looked like hell – like he hadn't slept in weeks, and like he'd been crying.

"Kurt...how can you...what...Kurt, do you even know what you're doing?" Blaine swallowed hard, tears rising to his eyes. "Do you know what you could've done?"

Kurt closed his eyes. So Blaine knew.

"I...I don't want it. I just...I want everything back to normal. I'm sorry if you love it and you want it, but it's just...it's so hard." Tears fell from Kurt's closed eyes, and Blaine frowned.

"Kurt..."

"I'm sorry Blaine..."

Blaine shook his head, his mouth open in shock.

"Kurt...I don't think you understand...if you...if you..." he winced. "Miscarry, it's...it's not just him who gets hurt. Kurt, we're men! Our bodies aren't designed to carry babies...if you miscarry...you'll..." his breathing hitched, more tears falling as he choked back a sob. "You might die too."

Blaine sobbed loudly, burying his face in Kurt's chest, his shoulders shuddering violently as Kurt just looked at him.

He was frozen, a giant ball falling into the pit of his stomach. He couldn't speak, he couldn't anything. He could've died.

He could have died.

Tears welled in his eyes and he shook his head.

"What?"

Blaine couldn't speak. The every thought of Kurt slowly killing himself because of his son was too much to handle. Far too much.

"Blaine...I'm...I'm dying?" he gasped, his eyes widening as more tears filled them.

Blaine shook his head frantically, wrapping his arms around Kurt as tight as he could, despite the swell of his stomach.

"No...no, no, no, no!" Blaine swallowed hard. "You're okay. You're both okay. We got you here in time." he soothed gently.

Kurt could only look at Blaine, before finally it hit him, and he clutched at Blaine's shoulders, crying in relief.

Blaine shifted up the bed and crawled in beside him, holding him close as they cried, until they were both drawing shuddering breaths - finally calm. Blaine could only think of Kurt and his baby...what he could've lost. What he almost lost.

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered, when he was sure he could talk without bursting into tears.

"Yeah babe?" Blaine said just as softly, pressing a kiss to his temple and smoothing down his hair.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Shh..." Blaine soothed, kissing him again. "It's okay. It'll be okay."

Kurt slumped against Blaine, unable to stop himself from crying again. If he got rid of it, it would kill him, if he didn't, it would destroy his life - the life that he was supposed to spend onstage...on screen - singing.

It was a long while before Blaine spoke again.

"Kurt...?" he asked hesitantly. "What were you trying to do?"

"...I...I wanted it gone. I wanted it dead. I don't want it Blaine. It's going to ruin everything." he sighed. "I just wanted everything back to normal...when I wasn't a freak...and I didn't have this stupid stomach...and-"

Blaine interrupted him by holding him at arms length, looking him in the eye seriously.

"Kurt...you have got to believe me when I say that there is nothing wrong with you. This whole...situation is fucked up, because neither of us knew that this was ever a possibility. But you're pregnant...and the doctors know - you're not the only one. It doesn't make you a freak - it's a natural occurrence. Okay?"

Kurt gave a slow, hesitant nod.

"I still feel like a freak though." he said quietly. "There's a thing...and it's growing inside me. People stare at me. They point...they make faces. They don't understand...it's like high school all over again."

"Kurt...fuck them. They don't have the right, and you can ignore them. Just like high school. They're a bunch of ignorant dickheads."

"But this thing is-"

"Kurt, it isn't a thing!" Blaine cut him off sharply, sick of his attitude. "It's a baby! Our baby. You're not carrying an 'it' or a 'creature' or whatever else you've been calling him. You're carrying a baby. A tiny, helpless, weak baby...who we have to look after, and protect and teach and watch grow. We're going to be a family, and right now, that means looking after you, and keeping you healthy."

Kurt nodded, leaning against Blaine's chest, chewing on his lip thoughtfully.

Blaine let him think, rubbing soothing hands down Kurt's back. He'd missed having Kurt feel comfortable enough around him to take comfort in his arms, and he was enjoying being able to hold Kurt – to hold his family – close, to know that they were safe in his arms.

"Blaine?"

"Mmm?"

"What were you doing when I woke up?"

Blaine blushed.

"I was talking to him. The doctor says he can hear us."

Kurt took a deep breath.

"I should... I want to try." He said determinedly, reminding himself forcibly – it's a baby Kurt, your baby – and gently pulled his shirt up, uncovering his stomach.

"..What should I say?"

Blaine smiled, placing a gentle hand on Kurt's stomach.

"Maybe you should just say hi?"

Kurt bit his lip, nodding slowly.

"Okay... " He leant over his stomach a little. "...hi...baby..." he whispered, a little hesitantly. Blaine shifted, moving back to the other end of the bed and lowering his head until his lips were practically touching Kurt's stomach.

"Did you hear that baby?" Blaine said quietly. "That was your other daddy. He didn't mean to hurt you baby, he loves us both very much..."

Kurt leant back against the pillows, trying hard not to cry. Resting comfortably, eyes closed as he listened to the nonsense Blaine was mumbling to the baby, he fell asleep, Blaine's hand's either side of his stomach, lips brushing gently against it every now and then.

^.^

Kurt was finally allowed to go home after a week in hospital, the doctors finally satisfied that he wasn't going to hurt himself again, and that they'd given him and the baby enough nutrients.

Blaine helped him into the car, throwing his bag into the backseat.

"The first thing I'm going to do is have a bath." Kurt said dreamily as Blaine slid into the driver's seat.

Blaine laughed, teasing him gently.

"Am I invited?"

"Well, at the very least, you'll have to help me in and out of the bathtub." Kurt sniffed. "So...I guess so." he relented, smiling at Blaine when he took his hand.

"Okay." Blaine laughed. "Let's get you home then."

^.^

Kurt managed to fall asleep during the trip home, getting woken up as Blaine kissed his cheek after he'd stopped the car.

"Need me to help you inside?"

"No." Kurt yawned as he got out of the car – and promptly staggered, almost falling over. "Maybe."

Blaine chuckled. "Want me to carry you?"

"No, no...I've been enough of a hassle."

Blaine smirked, lifting him up anyway and kissing his cheek. "I beg to differ."

Kurt mumbled his complaints, but still snuggled into Blaine's arms. He was still tired...

Blaine deposited him on the couch, kissing him gently.

"I'm going to go run that bath."

"Okay." Kurt mumbled, half asleep.

Ten minutes later Blaine was back, gently nudging Kurt awake, and guiding him down the hallway.

"Come on." Blaine chided gently, nudging Kurt with his shoulder when his eyes half closed.

"I'm awake!" Kurt protested, stripping off his clothes as Blaine did the same, before holding his arms out to Blaine. Blaine smiled, kissing Kurt's cheek as he helped him into the bathtub, settling down in the water together, Kurt between Blaine's legs as he leant back on Blaine's chest.

"This is nice." He mumbled, his eyes drifting shut as he rested his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"Don't go to sleep."

"Why not?"

"You'll drown."

"Isn't that why you're here?" Kurt yawned.

Blaine laughed in Kurt's ear, kissing his cheek.

"I finally get you alone and you fall asleep on me?" he teased.

Kurt huffed.

"That's not fair! You mmf-" Blaine cut Kurt off with a kiss, pressing their mouths together insistently.

Kurt let himself kiss back, before he felt something pressing against his back.

"Blaine..." he warned. "I'm already pregnant."

Blaine chuckled against his lips, gently shifting his hips against Kurt.

"Oy. Stop." Kurt said firmly and Blaine sighed, kissing his neck gently.

"Sorry. But honestly. Six months babe."

"Yeah, and you can wait sixteen more."

Blaine blanched behind him. "What?"

"We're not having sex before he's a year old. We'll never have time."

Blaine frowned, kissing his neck gently. "You're a cruel man."

Kurt smiled and nestled back against him, and Blaine ran tentative hands along his sides until they rested on his stomach. Pausing, Kurt smiled, resting his hands over Blaine's.

"I can feel him moving." Blaine whispered in awe.

Kurt giggled, shifting Blaine's hands to where he could feel the movement stronger, and gingerly spreading his own hands over his stomach – the first time he'd done so willingly since he'd begun to show.

The first few days after he'd found out, he'd poked his stomach incessantly, unable to help himself, unable to believe it. After he'd begun to show, he'd kept his hands away, refusing to let Blaine touch his stomach, trying hard, for all intents and purposes to pretend it wasn't happening.

Now though... Now, they were a family, and 'it' was a baby, their baby... So he was letting himself believe, letting him into his heart.

"I love you." Blaine whispered, and Kurt gave a small sigh of contentment, resting his head against Blaine's chest.

"I love you too."