I watch him walk away from me, my left hand resting on the small bump that is our baby growing inside me. He is walking away...from me...the baby. I want to break down and cry, but I need to be strong. Not just for me, but the baby inside me...

I turn around and walk inside the house and walk straight to my room. I sit on the bed and hold my head in my hands. What am I going to do? Can I raise this baby on my own? Should I give it up for a adoption?
I wish these question would stop going through my mind. I'm stressing out so bad...I can feel how tense my body is.

Knock!
Knock!

I look at the door..wondering if I should answer it. Then I hear my mother say quietly, "Blaine, sweetheart, are you okay?"
I want to let her in, but at the same time I just want to be alone. I softly whisper, "Come in.."

My mom walks in with a worried expression on her face, she must have saw me and Kurt talking. She sits on the bed next to me and puts her arm around me. She holds me close and does not ask any questions right away, though after a few minutes she asks, "Did you and Kurt break up, hun?"

I just nod, still too upset to talk more. She holds me alittle tighter and I finally let a few tears fall. I take a deep breath and look at her the say quietly, "Mommy, I'm pregnant..."
She looks at me with a sort of shocked expression on her face, then her expression softens, and says, "Oh sweetie, it's gonna be okay..I promise."

I close my eyes and cry in her arms. How is it gonna be okay? I'm pregnant and my boyfriend left me. My mom always trys to make negative situations positive, most of the time it just annoys me, but right now...it makes me feel better. I finally look at her and whisper softly, "Mom, can I be alone?"

She nods, leaving the room quietly. I lay down on my bed, crying softly. I make it through this...it will be a miracle. I just do not believe I have the strength to make it through this break-up and pregnancy.