The entire Hummel-Hudson clan sat at the breakfast table Monday morning. Kurt stared down at his breakfast, he was feeling too sick to eat. He felt that way since waking up this morning. Kurt didnt know what was wrong with him, he never got sick. Instead of eating he was playing with his food absentmindedly.

"Are you okay, Kurt?" His father asked him as he watched Kurt from the opposite end of the table.

Kurt shrugged and put down his fork. "I dont feel well." He admitted.

"Awe. . . sweetie. . ." Carole said as she reached over and felt Kurts head. "Er. . . you dont feel warm. Why dont you try to eat something? Sometimes your stomach aches because its hungry."

Kurt nodded then picked his fork back up. He took one bite of the waffles sitting on his plate and slowly chewed and swallowed. With two lurches of his stomach Kurt was up and running to the nearest bathroom. He barely made it in when he began emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

When Kurt returned to the kitchen his spot was cleared. "Go lay down, hon." Carole instructed him. "I dont want to send you to school sick." Kurt nodded his agreement and went up to his room.

"I sure hope hes okay." Carole murmured to herself as she watched her step-son walk upstairs before returning to her breakfast.

After she finished, Carole decided to make Kurt something easy to eat on a sick stomach for breakfast. She decided on a small bowl of oatmeal. Carole prepared the bowl and brought it up to Kurt who was currently taking a nap. She walked over to him and sat the bowl on the bedside table. Carole brushed a hand through his head comfortingly. "How are you feeling?" She asked him as he slowly woke up.

Kurt shrugged his shoulders. "Okay." He was still a little nauseous though.

"Are you sure?" Carole asked for definite confirmation. She grabbed the bowl of oatmeal. "Hungry?" Kurts stomach growled and they both laughed.

"I guess I am." Kurt stated then took the bowl as he sat up. "Thank you."

Carole kissed his forehead. "Your dad and I will be heading to work soon and Finn had just left for school. If you need anything call or text us and well help you."

Kurt smiled and thanked Carole before she left. He was grateful to have a woman like her to call family. Carole may not have been his real mom, who died when he was only eight, but she was the closest thing he had for a really long time, and she has treated Kurt as her son since before she and Burt were married. They had such an excellent relationship going on that Kurt didnt want to lose.

Kurt texted Blaine real quick to tell him that he wouldnt be in school today then stared down at his bowl of oatmeal.

Kurt really was nauseous and was afraid that eating this would make him puke again but he was also extremely hungry and he needed to eat something. He lifted the spoon full of the creamy oats and slowly brought it to his mouth. Kurt took a bite of it and carefully ate the oatmeal. He swallowed it and waited a few moments before taking another bite to ensure that the food was going to sit in his stomach. Kurt was able to get down the small bowl of oatmeal without any problems and took a nap right afterward. Maybe some sleep will help get rid of this nausea?

One week missed. Thats how many days Kurt was out of school, one week. Nobody knew what was wrong with him. Kurt had seen a doctor but he just said that it was a harmless stomach bug that would pass in a couple days. That was five days ago!

The entire family and Blaine were worried for what might be going on with Kurt. He was too sick to eat and had lost over ten pounds from the lack of nutrients he could get in a day. Kurt looked deadly, and he was suffering.

Blaine would come over after school and help take care of Kurt. He cared for his boyfriend very much and wanted to make sure he was alright.

"What did you eat today?" He asked Kurt over the weekend as they sat upstairs on Kurts bed.

"I was able to get down a small salad." Kurt told him as he toyed with one of the buttons on his shirt. Then he sighed and threw his head back. "Im so bored."

"I bet you are. You havent left the house in a week. Well, except when you went to see that doctor."

"My dad is thinking about taking me back to the hospital to see if they can figure out anything. Its obviously not a bug." Kurt told him.

"How did the doctor diagnose you the last time?" Blaine asked curiously.

"We just went to my normal family doctor and he said all the symptoms was that of a virus and well. . . hes a doctor. Carole calmed down with the news and thought it over to be true since she is a nurse." Kurt told him. "Now shes starting to worry again. Dad and Finn too. We really have no idea what could be the cause of this."

"Everyone in glee is worried for you too. They wish for the best." Blaine said. "I just hope youll be alright."

Kurt hugged his boyfriend. "Dont worry, Im not contagious." Kurt laughed. "Thank you for being here for me right now."

Blaine kissed Kurts cheek. "I really, really care about you. I need to see that youre at your best, even if you really cant be."

"No fever. Thats the only thing I cant wrap my head around. Kurt has no fever. If a person is sick and is throwing up as bad as he is their temperature usually goes up. His has been completely regular." Carole and Burt were sitting and talking at the kitchen table late at night over a cup of coffee.

"I know, Carole. Im so confused. Kurt never really got sick ever and when he did he always had the regular symptoms of a fever. My boy is never like that."

"Do you think it could be cancer?" Carole asked with a sudden shock as she picked up her mug. "That would be scary. Kurts so young, hes not ready to die."

Burt shook his head. He didnt want to hear it. "Does he have any other symptoms of any possible cancer that causes vomiting?"

Carole thought for a moment then shook her head. "No. . ." Then she smiled and giggled a little.

"What?" Burt asked curiously.

"Oh. . . nothing. I was just thinking that this was the behavior I was holding in the early weeks when I was pregnant with Finn. The unexplained nausea, that is."

"Liza was like that too. When she was pregnant with Kurt. But Kurts a boy, he couldnt possibly be pregnant."

Carole took a sip of her coffee and nodded. "Yeah. . ." She said as he mind began to wander.

One day at work as Carole was going through some forms she overheard two of the nurses from the maternity ward talking.

"Did you get the recent updates on M-Preg?" The first one asked.

"Yeah. I heard more and more males have been found with it in some of the larger cities. I can imagine that being a difficult thing to deal with." The second one replied.

"Do you think well ever have to deal with that case?" The first one asked.

"Theres less of a chance but whos to say we wont. We have to have this knowledge. Just in case." The second one replied.

Carole put down her coffee mug as she brought herself to the present. ". . . Hell get better." She assured Burt with a tight smile.

Looks like Carole was going to pay the maternity ward a visit tomorrow at work.

Carole stormed through the doors that lead to the maternity ward of the hospital and made her way to the receptionists desk.

"Hello, Nurse Carole." The current receptionist said with a cheery smile. "How can I help you?"

"I need to speak to your best nurse." Carole told her without holding back.

"Is everything alright?" The receptionist lost her smile as she asked.

"Not sure." Carole sighed. She really hope she was right. The receptionist called for Nurse Anastasia to come to the desk.

Within seconds Anastasia showed up. "What do you need?" She asked.

Carole approached her and whispered in her face. "What do you know about M-Preg, Annie?"

"Carole, you are not a maternity nurse. This really doesnt concern you." Annie whispered back.

"It does concern me." Carole shot. "And assuming that everyone in this ward knows about it I need some explanation."

"How did you hear about this?" Anastasia asked, her voice growing cold.

"I heard two nurses talking about it before. Now, whats M-Preg all about. I understand its found in males and it has to do with maternity so if my assumptions are correct. . ."

"Its a gene found in few men." Annie said in her lowest whisper. "What makes it even rarer is that we can only catch it in men that perform in penetrative sex as the receiver. Most people who have it may never know they do because they dont act in that way."

"So, what youre saying is that its a male pregnancy gene?" Carole asked, making sure she understood everything.

"M-Preg, Carole. What do you think that stood for? Male. Pregnancy." Annie replied. "Why do you care?"

"Because I think my step-sons pregnant and now I have my answer, thank you." Carole smile and turned to the receptionist. "Schedule me an ultrasound appointment for Kurt Hummel ASAP."

"Does tomorrow at three work?" She asked Carole.

"Tomorrows perfect." Carole replied then walked out of the ward.