‘PREGNANT’ the test read clear as day.  There was no mistaking it.  This wasn’t a two line for positive, one line for negative test.  This had actually letters that formed a word.  One single word that will change their lives forever.  Rachel felt weak at the knees and Blaine instinctively wrapped his arms around her body to support her so she wouldn’t fall. 

“Come on.”  Blaine whispered to her as they walked to his bed.  They pulled back the duvet and pulled it atop of them as they laid down facing each other, Blaine not once letting Rachel go.  After a few minutes the initial shock wore off and Rachel started crying.  Within a matter of seconds she was sobbing and Blaine followed suit.  They laid there still holding each other and cried themselves to sleep.

Blaine woke up several hours later to find Rachel still sleeping.  Even though he face was stained with tear tracks and her eyes were puffy she looked peaceful.  This was the last time she would look peaceful for a very long time.  He lifted his hand and pushed the hair out of her face and back behind her ear.  Even though he was still completely screwed in the head, it had to focus his attention on Rachel.  He had to make this right.  He could only imagine the thoughts that were running through her head.  He knew Rachel Berry in and out.  He could read her like a book.  After the initial – ohmigodmydads – fiasco she would focus attention to how the situation actually looked.  She was 16 and single, how could she explain a baby with her best friend.  Not just any best friend, but her gay best friend.  It’s not like anyone knew, but still, the point still stands.  It was at that moment he made his decision.  He made his bed and he had to sleep on it, he was going to be a man and do right by Rachel.

Rachel woke up shortly after Blaine did.  “Hey.”  She muttered barely audibly. 

“Hey you, how are you feeling?”

“Like my life is over.”

Blaine sat silent and just stared at her.  “None of that.  No it’s not.  Let’s figure out what we are going to do right now and worry about the future another day.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Whatever you want to do, it’s your decision and I am here for you no matter what you decide.”

“But Blaine, that’s where you’re wrong.  It’s not just my decision.  It’s ours.  This is OUR baby.  That means it’s OUR decision.  We have to make it together.”  They sat in another silence, this time it wasn’t awkward. 

A few minutes later Blaine spoke up.  “Tell me what you want and we will talk about that.”

“Okay, I’ve been thinking about it for a few days now.  Ever since I realized that I was late.  I could never have an abortion.  That’s out of the question.  I cannot see myself doing that.  I think – I think I want to keep it.”  Rachel studied Blaine’s face, which remained unchanged during this whole conversation.

“Okay.  Can I be honest with you?” Rachel nodded. “I was hoping you would say that.  I don’t think I could ever see myself signing away my child or see you having an abortion.”

“Okay.”

“Well, it’s official.  We’re going to have a baby.”

“Yea. But Blaine,” Here it comes, he knew what was next.  “How are we going to explain this to everyone?  What are they going to think?”

“They will think that we made a stupid mistake.  It’s something couples do all the time.”

“But we aren’t a couple.”

“We are now.  I’m not going to let you go through this alone.”

“But Blaine, we don’t need to be in a relationship to be here for each other.  Besides, you’re gay Blaine.  It’s not fair of me to keep you attached at my hip.  You deserve to be happy, go find somebody.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer Rachel.  My dad already thinks you’re my girlfriend and you’re dads will take the situation a lot better if we are together.  I think Leroy might have a heart attack at the thought of his daughter having a one night stand with a gay man.  And besides Rachel, this is Lima, where in the world am I going to find somebody.  Let’s get through high school Rachel.  We will worry about everything else later.  Now, how are we going to tell our parents?”

“That’s the worst part.  My dads are already suspicious.  They have seen how tired and sick I am.  They think I have the flu and they want to take me to the doctors.  I can’t let them find out like that.  I have to tell them first.  I can’t lie to them, I feel horrible evading everything already.”

“Do you want me to be there?”

“Please?”

“Come on, let’s just get it over with.  Trying to hide it from them is only going to make it worse than what it is.”

*x*x*

The talk with Hiram and Leroy went as expected.  There were many tears, much confusion, and Blaine was pretty sure he was going to end up buried in the backyard.  The conversation ended with the Misters Berry asking Blaine to leave so that they could talk to Rachel privately.  Playing his part he gave Rachel a peck on the forehead before quietly retreating from the house.

He drove home with a pounding headache and wanted nothing more than to just curl up in a ball and sleep forever.  When he walked through the door he quickly realized that was not going to happen.

The second Blaine walks through the door his is bombarded by his mother.  “Blaine Michael Anderson you have some fucking explaining to do.”

“Wait, what are you talking about?”

“You know that tonight is laundry night.”

“Um, okay-----“

“You know that I go into your room to make sure that I have everything right.”

Shit.

“Please tell me why the fuck I found this in my 16 year old son’s room.” She threw the hand that was behind her back up showing the test that still read, clear as day, PREGNANT.

“Um. Mom, I-“  Blaine couldn’t get any more words out before he complete broke down into a hysterical heap on the floor at her feet.  The cried harder than he did all day, which he was bewildered about because he thought for sure he couldn’t cry anymore.  All the frustration, all the angst, all of the confusion he felt poured out of his eyes as he sobbed as his mother’s feet.  He spent the day trying to be strong for Rachel, but it was amazing how, when faced with your own mother, you can let all the weight on your shoulders free.

His mother slowly dropped to the floor with Blaine and embraced him in a hug.  They sat there, on the floor of the foyer, wrapped in each other’s arms, warm tears running down each of their cheeks.  They didn’t even notice the door open and Mr. Anderson to be standing there. 

“What the hell is all this?”  He demanded.  Blaine and Julia looked up at him and quickly rose to their feet.

“We talk about it later.”  Julia attempted to tell her husband.

“No, we can talk about it now.  I want to get this over with so I can just figure everything out.”

“Someone tell me what is going on.”  Richard demanded looking more annoyed that concerned with the fact that he walked in on his son and his wife crying on the floor.

“Rachel’s pregnant.”  There was an awkward silence and Blaine thought he was seeing things, but he thought he saw a glimmer of hope in his father’s eyes.

“Oh thank God.”

“Wait, WHAT?”  Blaine and Julia replied in astonishment.

“Oh please Julia, finally, some confirmation that we actually raised a man.”

“What?” Blaine was becoming furious. “What do you mean ‘raised a man’?”

“Finally you gave me some proof that I didn’t raise a fag.”  Blaine was taken aback by his father’s harsh reply.  He disliked his father before; he was really starting to hate him now.  Blaine stood there shocked for about a minute as Richard just smiled and laughed.  Blaine has never seen his father that happy, but yet evil before. 

“Seriously what the fuck are you talking about?” Blaine spat, waiting for the hand that was most likely going to strike him for speaking in such a manner to his father.

But instead of hitting him, his father laughed even harder.  “Oh Blaine, you are full of surprises tonight.  Don’t act so shocked.  I know your little secret;  I’m not a fucking idiot.  But now, given the circumstances, you can no play house with your little girlfriend and I don’t have to worry about you bringing shame on our family.  And now, while I appreciate you finally growing a pair of balls, if you ever speak in such a manner to me again, I can assure you, you will not like the consequences.”

Blaine stared at his father, positive that he was going to explode if he opened his mouth again.  The amount of rage that was flowing through his body outweighed any feelings he had earlier in the day.  He turned around and walked up the stairs and went to his room, slamming the door behind him.  He turned on his iPod and just laid down on his bed, ignoring the world and letting the music take over his mind.