Friday the 4th of March 2011

They met up in the parking lot with awkward greetings and ordered their drinks without another word to each other. When they waited for their coffee to get ready, Blaine turned to face Kurt and took a deep breath.

“So. I’m sorry.” he said, taking a hold of Kurt’s upper arm. “And I have something to tell you.”

“Seems like it.” Kurt muttered.

“I-“ Blaine began, but was interrupted by the barista calling their names and handing them their coffee.

When they turned around they suddenly stood face to face with Brittany. “Hey Brittany! What's going on-“

Brittany took a step closer and kissed Kurt for a couple of seconds. When she pulled back a small smile tugged on Kurt’s lips. “Huh...” he mumbled. “Yep. I'm gay. 100% gay.”

“Okay.” Brittany shrugged. “Can I keep your flannel shirt, though?”

“Sure, yeah, Brittany. Thanks.” Kurt was completely distracted and started walking toward the door, coffee in hand. “I’ll see you later.”

From: Blaine
Message: Are we okay?

To: Blaine
Message: Yes. =) Sorry for leaving you. I got distracted. What did you wanna tell me?

From: Blaine
Message: It’s okay. Can we talk about it next Sunday?

To: Blaine
Message: Sure. =) See you in rehearsal on Monday!

From: Blaine
Message: Yeah, okay! =)

Tuesday the 8th of March 2011

Things had returned to normal. Until Kurt and Blaine met Sue Sylvester at the Lima Bean. She had managed to get the idea into Blaine’s head that the Warblers had to do something sexy for Regionals. So Blaine arranged for them to do an awkward-supposed-to-be-sexy performance in an empty warehouse (which apparently worked, since Blaine managed to get a few girls’ phone numbers). But he thought Kurt’s “sexy faces” had looked like gas pains.

He had however offered to help Kurt. That too turned out to be a disaster. Kurt failed to be sexy at all, and he managed to slip that he had tried watching porn.

Saturday the 12th of March 2011

Kurt’s dad had sat him down to have “the talk”. He had started with “Blaine visited me at the shop yesterday, and he was concerned about you.”.

The talk actually did make Kurt feel a lot better. But he was getting revenge on Blaine. Kurt’s fury was not to play with.

Sunday the 13th of March 2011

Kurt stormed up the stairs to the dorm rooms and down the hallway to Blaine’s door. He knocked hard and fast a few times.

“Just a sec!” Kurt heard Blaine call through the door.

But Kurt could open a door by himself, he did not need Blaine to do that. So he did. He stormed into the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

And there Blaine was, standing in the middle of the room. With a baby in his arms.

Kurt stopped dead in his tracks, only his eyes moving around the room. He suddenly realized he had never been in Blaine’s room before. There was the usual furniture that every dorm room had, but pushed up against one wall was a white crib with pink bedding in it. Beside it stood something that Kurt assumed was a diaper-dispenser. Two empty formula bottles were standing on Blaine’s nightstand and a stack of tiny clothes lay on his desk.

“Kurt?” Blaine ventured, taking a step toward him.

“I- What- who’s baby is that?” Kurt managed to croak out.

Blaine looked down at the baby in his arms and smiled softly. “Kurt-“ he began, taking another step closer and meeting Kurt’s wide eyes. “This is Bella. My daughter.”

Saturday the 21st of November 2009

From: Bel
Message: Can I come over?

To: Bel
Message: Of course!

Blaine got ready for Bel’s arrival by taking a quick shower and changing his clothes.

From: Bel
Message: I’m late.

To: Bel
Message: That’s okay. I just took a shower. You’ll get here when you get here.

From: Bel
Message: That’s not what I mean! I’m in the car.

To: Bel
Message: ?

From: Bel
Message: I’m late, Blaine! I’m coming over with a pregnancy test.

Blaine stared at his phone.

“Blaine?”

Blaine looked up to see Bel in the doorway of the living room. “How did you get here so fast?”

“It’s been like fifteen minutes since I got the last text from you.” Bel said, sitting down beside him on the couch. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Blaine breathed, his knuckles whitening as his grip on his phoned tightened. “How? I don’t- I- We used protection.”

“It doesn’t always work, Blaine. But I’m not sure yet. I’m late, so I bought a test.” Bel removed Blaine’s phone from his hand and put it down on the coffee table. Then she held one of his hands in both of hers.

“Are you doing it right now?” Blaine whispered, looking pleadingly at his best friend.

“Sure.” she said and stood. “I’ll be right back. Remember to breathe, Blaine.”

Blaine took a deep breath and looked blankly at the turned off TV.

Blaine flinched as Bel sat down on the couch beside him again. “Was it positive?” he whispered, staring at the little device in Bel’s hand.

“It’s not done yet. We have to wait five minutes.” she answered and put the test down on the table.

“What are we gonna do?” Blaine said and stared with wide eyes at Bel.

“Wait for five minutes and breathe.” she said softly, taking a hold of Blaine’s hand again and lacing their fingers together.

They were quiet for what felt like a year, but was probably only about a minute.

“Breathe, Blaine.” Bel smiled at him.

Blaine took a deep breath and tightened his hold on her hand.

“I think it’s been five minutes now.” Bel said and leaned over to grab the test, but Blaine pulled her back by their joined hands.

“Bel.”

“Yes, Blaine?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, stop!” she said, grabbed the test and held it up so both of them could see it.

Blaine’s eyes focused on the pink lines on the test and he took another deep breath. “What does it say? Are two lines good?”

“I’m pregnant.” Bel said and put the test back on the table.

Blaine breathed out harshly and didn’t inhale again. He stared at the test on the table as his brain short-circuited.

“Blaine?” Bel said, waving a hand in front of his face.

Blaine broke. He threw himself over Bel, burying his face in her neck and sobbing so hard his lungs ached. He had never cried like this. He couldn’t breathe, only pained cries leaving his throat.

“Blaine?” Blaine heard his father’s voice and he looked up, his sobbing having calmed down to regular crying over the past half hour.

“What’s wrong?” his mother asked from beside her husband.

“I’m pregnant.” Bel said straight-forwardly.

Both of the Andersons gasped and Blaine started to sob violently again.

“It’s okay, though.” Bel said, running her fingers through Blaine’s hair. “Calm down, Blaine.” she whispered. “I’m not keeping it.” she smiled at the Andersons.

“Wh-what?” Blaine asked, pulling away to stare at her.

“Come here, son.” Mr. Anderson said and grabbed Blaine’s arm as he started crying again.

“No! No, no, no!” Blaine croaked.

His father picked him up and carried him into his bedroom and sat down on the bed with Blaine in his lap. Blaine buried his face in his father’s neck and continued to whisper “no” over and over.

“Son, you’re alright.” his father said and patted his back.

After another half an hour maybe, Blaine moved from his father’s arms onto the bed beside him.

“Are you going to tell me how this happened?” his father asked.

“I don’t- We- It only happened once. Bel wanted to, and I thought I could at least try it. Dating her wasn’t so bad, so I thought maybe I could be straight.” Blaine sniffled, not looking at his father. “We used protection, but now-“

“It’s alright, son. We’ll deal with this.”

“Blaine?” his mother called from the living room. “Will you come here and talk?”

Blaine’s father sighed and stood, waiting for Blaine to do the same. He did and they walked into the living room where Bel was still on the couch and Blaine’s mother was standing in the doorway.

“Honey, can I talk to you in the kitchen?” she asked her husband and he followed her out of the room.

Blaine rushed over and sat down beside Bel, taking her hands in his own. “You can’t kill the baby.” he pleaded. “I know it wasn’t planned and I’m just a Sophomore and-“

“I’m not.” Bel said and smiled a little. “Your mom talked to me and I’m keeping the baby.”

Blaine just gaped at her.

“She wants a grandchild. And now that her only son has realized he actually is gay, she was afraid she wouldn’t have any.” Bel explained. “She offered to pay for all the hospital bills, my food and even a personal trainer so I can have my body back after the pregnancy. Also she’ll pay all costs for the baby after it’s born. You’ll be fine, Blaine.”

Friday the 21st of January 2010

Blaine was shaking like a leaf in the chair beside the bed where Bel was lying.

“Chill, Blaine. It’s not like the baby’s coming today.” Bel joked.

Blaine just swallowed nervously. A woman walked into the room and introduced herself. She smeared some gel on Bel’s small baby-belly and pulled a machine toward them. She turned a knob on the side of it and gurgling sounds and a steady pounding became audible.

“That’s the baby’s heartbeat.” the woman explained and moved the handheld device around on Bel’s stomach.

Blaine gasped. His own heartbeat stuttered and then seemed – to him at least – to sync up with the one that was coming from the machine. His child’s.

The black and white whirling on the screen stopped as the woman held the device still. “There it is, your baby. That’s the head and those are the legs.” she pointed to white parts on the screen and Blaine leaned closer, eyes fixed on the small figure on the monitor.

“Cool.” Bel said. “It looks like an alien.”

The woman laughed lightly. “You’re about sixteen weeks along. Would you two like to know the baby’s gender?”

Bel turned to Blaine. “Do you wanna know? I don’t care either way. We’ll just get yellow clothes for it.”

“I want to know.” Blaine said steadily, even though it was the first thing he’d said since they arrived at the hospital, besides his name.

“Well, parents, it is-” the woman said, moved the device and pointed to what Blaine assumed was where one was supposed to see the gender. “-a daughter.”

“A daughter?” Blaine whispered.

“You happy, daddy?” Bel laughed and patted the top of Blaine’s head.

“Very.” Blaine said and smiled.

“Do you want a few pictures?” the woman asked.

“Yes!” Blaine said hurriedly and the woman giggled.

She did some things with the machine and after a couple of minutes she put the handheld device aside, turned the sound off and dried the gel on Bel’s stomach off with paper. Blaine somehow felt empty and anxious now that he couldn’t hear the steady beat of his daughter’s heart anymore. While Bel fixed her clothing, the woman placed a few pictures from the sonogram in Blaine’s hands.

“There is one from the side, one from the front and one of the gender.” she explained as Blaine looked through them.

Blaine thanked her and took pictures with his phone too, making the picture from the side his background.

Saturday the 20th of February 2010

It was movie night and they were spending it at Blaine’s house. They’d eaten lots of snacks as usual, and watched an episode of Dexter. When the credits rolled, Blaine leaned back in the sofa beside Bel, who was balancing a small bowl of candy on her now prominent baby belly.

“What should we name her?” Blaine asked, turning to look at Bel.

She chewed on a piece of chocolate and swallowed. “You pick a name.”

“You don’t want to?” Blaine said in surprise.

“Your mom is paying for all of this, so you can pick. It doesn’t matter to me. She’s still going to be my daughter.” Bel took another piece of candy and sucked on it.

“I want to name her after you. I was thinking Isabella.” Blaine said dreamily.

“No.”

“What do you mean “no”? You said I could choose.” Blaine’s voice rose in pitch.

“You can’t name her after me. What is your future husband going to think of that?” Bel rolled her eyes.

Blaine was silent.

“What about Claire?” Bel suggested.

“No. Too pornstar-y.”

 Bel laughed. “Lyra?”

“No. Too weird.”

“Rose?”

“Nooo.” Blaine whined. “Too normal.”

They both thought for a moment.

“I just thought of the perfect name, Bel.” Blaine grinned.

“Oh, yeah?” she put the small bowl back on the table with just a small bit of difficulty.

“Bella.” he said like it was the most perfect name in the world.

“That’s sounds pretty similar to “Bel”, Blaine…” Bel sighed.

“Does it?” Blaine tried to seem oblivious. “I think it sounds Italian and beautiful.”

“Fine.” Bel sighed and stood. “I need to pee again.”

 When she came back she sighed again. “I’m sorry. I said you can name her whatever you want, and I mean it. I just want you to think really hard about it.”

“I will.” Blaine smiled. “You’re only twenty weeks along, so I have time. Do you know what happens about now in a pregnancy, though?”

“What?” Bel looked anxious. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing bad.” Blaine chuckled. “The baby should be able to hear and recognize our voices by now.”

“Cool.” Bel said and picked the remote up. “But you are NOT talking to my stomach.” She turned on another episode of Dexter and leaned back against the pillow behind her.

Blaine pouted, but she ignored him. He sighed exaggeratedly and leaned back with a huff.

After about twenty minutes Blaine heard Bel snoring lightly and looked over to find her asleep. He smiled and leaned over her stomach. He carefully put a hand on it and leaned so close his lips were almost touching her tank top. “Hi baby girl. I’m Blaine, your dad. But you can call me daddy if you want to.” he whispered. “I hope you can hear me. I just wanted to talk to you a little. So here I go.” Blaine smiled. “I know you weren’t planned, but I love you so, so much. I can’t wait to see you.” He paused and couldn’t resist stroking his thumb over Bel’s stomach. “I thought we could name you Bella Anna. After your mom and your grandmother. Would you like that?” Of course there was no response, but Blaine nodded anyway. “I think it’s beautiful. And every time I hear it, I will think of my best friend.”

Blaine leaned back and got a quilt from the back of the sofa and draped it over Bel. He then rewound the episode and settled down a little closer to Bel to watch the end. He didn’t notice her barely open eyes, or the tears running down her cheeks.

 Saturday the 13th of March 2010

This movie night Blaine and Bel were watching a Disney-movie, since Blaine was insisting that the baby could hear whatever scary movies they would otherwise watch. He’d picked his favorite, “Aladdin”. Bel had agreed, since she got to choose what they watched ninety-nine percent of the other times.

During “A Whole New World” Bel jerked and put both hands on her stomach. “Oh, wow.”

“What?” Blaine asked and sat up straight, going straight into panicky-dad-mode.

“She’s kicking so hard right now!” Bel laughed. “Here, feel it!” she said, grabbing Blaine’s hand and placing it on her stomach.

“I don’t feel- Oh my God!” The little girl kicked a tiny heel against the middle of where Blaine had his palm. He let out a huff of laughter. “That feels so strange.”

“Imagine what it feels like for me.” Bel laughed and moved Blaine’s hand to the other side of her belly. “Here, feel that. She keeps hitting her head on there.”

The baby’s foot had been more like a poke in the palm, whereas this was more like a very soft punch. “Wow…“ Blaine whispered. “Don’t hurt yourself, baby.”

Saturday the 10th of April 2010

In the Mayer family’s living room Bel was asleep on the couch and Blaine was sitting on the floor below it, leaning his back against it. He was reading a book for English class while listening to some Katy Perry in his big headphones.

After a few minutes he sighed heavily and shut his book. He picked up his phone, changed the song playing and opened a new window in the browser. It took about a minute before it hit him.

He searched for “pregnancy calendar”, went to the first link that came up and started reading about the current week Bel was in; twenty-seven. “Yes!” he whispered and did a silly motion with his arm. “Finally. Time for some Katy!” He stood on his knees and made sure that Bel was still asleep before leaning close to her belly and grinning. “I just read that you should be able to hear this by now, baby. So here you go. Just kick if you like it.” Blaine pulled his headphones out as far as they would go, placed them carefully on Bel’s stomach and put a hand on it too feel for kicks. He used his other hand to switch the song again and then waited. After a few moments he felt a kick against his palm and grinned. “You like it, huh?”

“Blaine Anderson! What are you doing?”

Blaine’s head snapped to Bel’s face and he found that she was now awake. “I read that she should be able to hear and enjoy music by this week, so I’m just playing her some.”

“It better not be Katy Perry in those headphones.”

Blaine quickly unlocked his phone to change to something else.

“You give me that phone right now, Blaine!” Bel said and tried to reach for it. “Stupid stomach!”

Blaine fake-gasped. “Don’t say such things about our daughter!”

“I said the stomach was stupid, Blaine, not the baby.” Bel sighed and stopped trying to grab the phone from Blaine.

Blaine put on some classical music and then held the phone out for Bel to see. “See?” He fluttered his eyelashes innocently.

“That’s just as bad.” she sighed, removing the headphones from her belly and playfully throwing them at Blaine. “Whatever. I’m hungry.”

Thursday the 6th of May 2010

Blaine hummed to himself as he walked out of the front doors of the school and into the parking lot, his eyes searching for Bel. When he saw her his heart almost stopped. She was standing in the middle of the parking lot, surrounded by a group of jocks from the grade above him. He could clearly hear what they were saying as he sprinted toward them.

“You taking a smoke break, slut?” one guy spat.

“I stopped smoking the minute I found out I was pregnant.” Bel said tiredly.

“How does it feel to be carrying a fag baby?” another guy said.

“It’s a girl, which would make her a dyke. If homosexually actually was inheritable. Which it’s not.”

A third guy took a step closer. “So where is this fag-daddy now, huh?”

Bel lifted her chin higher in the air and put a hand protectively on her stomach. But Blaine could see the way her lower lip trembled.

“Yeah, fatso, where is he?” the last guy said and laughed, loud and barking.

Blaine had reached the group and pushed one of the guys aside. “Get the FUCK away from her!” he practically growled, stepping in front of her. Bel took a step back, placing herself between the hoods of two cars. Blaine took a step backwards as well, not moving his furious glare from the guy closest to them.

“Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do if we don’t, fairy-boy?” he laughed and took another step closer.

“Get away from us.” Blaine said evenly.

The guy took another step closer and Blaine snapped. “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM US!” he shouted and slammed his fist down on the hood of the closest car, making a dent in the metal.

The guy jumped back a little and one of the others started running away toward the school.

“If you ever come close to me, my girl or my child again, that dent will be in your head!” Blaine hissed, taking a step forward with his fists clenched. Blaine might be short, but he was strong, fast and could get very angry.

Another one of the guys ran for the school, the third following at a slower pace. Blaine took another step toward the last guy and raised one of his fists into the air.

“Fuck you.” the guy said before turning around and running away too.

Blaine moved both hands down to his sides, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Blaine?”

“Get in my car, Bel. I’m driving you home.”

Bel didn’t argue, just followed Blaine to his car and got in the passenger seat. “Thank you, Blaine.” she whispered as he closed and locked the doors.

Blaine took another deep breath.

“I’m glad I won’t have to deal with this shit soon.” Bel sighed and put the special pregnancy seatbelt that Blaine had put in his car on.

 “Yeah. Summer break is only like six weeks away.” Blaine said and started the car.

“Yeah…” Bel looked at Blaine who gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before backing out of the parking space.