When Kurt woke up his lover was not next to him. Kurt got up and paddled down stairs to where Everyone was. Rachel and finn were coloring with their six year old son, Chase. "Uncle kurtie!" He screeched running towards him.

"Hi sweetie." Kurt pressed a kiss to his forehead and held his hand as he walked into the kitchen.

"Hey babe." Blaine greeted kissing Kurt. "You slept late."

"I can see that." Kurt noticed since he was last person up. 

"Well get ready! The Hummel-Hudson football game is about to begin." Burt grinned.

Carole sat down a plate of bacon in front of Kurt which made him nauseous. "Dig in sweetie."

Kurt couldn't even look at the food. He quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. Meat just made him want to throw up. 

Everyone looked concerned. "Is he ok?" Finn asked.

"Um yeah he eat some bad sushi on the plane and he-he um is a little sick." Blaine replied very coy. "I'll be right back." Blaine dashed to the bathroom wrinkling his nose when he saw his husband puking again. He rubbed his hand on his back comforting him as he continued to throw up. Once Kurt finished Blaine handed him a cup of water. "Here."

"Thanks. God, I can't wait till the second trimester. Then i'll be done with this morning sickness bull shit." Kurt swished the water in his mouth and spit it out. "Can you get my tooth brush? My mouth feels gross." 

Blaine nodded. He headed upstairs and grabbed a baggy which had both Blaine and Kurt's tooth brush in it. "Here." Blaine handed him his blue tooth brush and mint paste.

"Thanks babe." Kurt wet the brush and began brushing his teeth. "I think I scare my parent wif the way I ran out so fastly." Kurt said with a mouth full of tooth paste.

Blaine laughed and smiled. "Yeah I told them you ate some bad sushi."

Kurt rinsed his mouth out and smiled. "Oh I'm sure they believed that one." Kurt replied sarcastically. "Your the worst lier in the world." It was true Blaine was a bad lier. One time Blaine said he made lasagna all by himself from a Tv show he saw. Kurt asked him what was the mans name that was cooking and he said Mr. Lasagna. Guess what Kurt found in the trash? A frozen lasagna tray.

"I'm not that bad." 

"Your pretty bad." Kurt chuckled. 

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"Come on son you always play thanksgiving foot ball!" Burt complained. Kurt decided it would be a good idea to sit this one out. 

"No dad I really don't feel good." Kurt explained rubbing his stomach. It was true Kurt didn't feel good.

"Alright." He gave up.

Everyone was playing except for Carole. Rachel was even playing which is saying something. He wish he could play but, he knew it was for a good reason. 

Carole knew something was up. The tiredness, the puking, sitting out? Something smelt fishy. She handed him some wine, Figuring he was thirsty.

Kurt gave her a warm smile. "Thanks." he took a causally took a sip. realizing what he just did, His eyes widened. He quickly spit the wine back into the glass. 

That one did not pass Carole. Her eyes widened in realization. "Honey are you...?"

Kurt nodded as he whipped tears falling from his face. "Yeah. Please don't tell anyone. We were going to tell you at dinner."

"Oh sweatheart!" She cried. "You and Blaine are going to make great parents! I'm so happy for you two."