WITD CHP 8:

Kurt stayed at Blaines place for a week. Literally: he hasnt left Blaines place for a second. Blaine couldnt get mad at him, he was almost attacked. He wasnt ready to talk about it, he barely talked as it is. But Blaine knew that Kurt was tougher and better than that. He knew that he was good enough to not let that define him. Blaine got up in the morning, and at this point he knew exactly where and what Kurt would be doing. He would be on the couch, tucked up like a caterpillar, and either sleeping late into the day, due to lack of sleep at night or wide awake, staring ahead at nothing. He walked into the living room and saw Kurt on the couch, wrapped up like a cocoon, and staring blankly ahead. Blaine sat down on the coffee table in front of him. Kurts eyes didnt move for a second, staring blankly ahead as if Blaine wasnt there. 

Blake shook Kurts arm. "Kurt get up." Kurt looked up at Blaines face for a second but went straight back to looking straight ahead without emotion. "I didnt want to have to do this Kurt..." He didnt move. 

Blaine got up from the coffee table, and started straddling Kurts side. Blaine learned this in high school. Blaine leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Kurts upper body and started turning until he and Kurt dropped onto the floor. "Ugh... Blaine...." Kurt said, starting to shuffle his way back up. He stretched his arms and legs and looked down at Blaine. "Why are you still on the ground?"

"I cant get up."

Kurt gave a big sigh. Blaine extended his hands and Kurt pulled him back up. "God... These are going to be the longest 7 months of my life." Kurt complained. Since Blaines a man, the baby is releasing endorphins and chemicals his body isnt used to, so the changes are more drastic

"Kurt, you have to get out more." Blaine blurted out. Kurt looked at Blaine. "Why?"

"Your better than this." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Come with me to the gay pride parade downtown." Kurt looked at him like he was on fire. "Why would I want to go there?" 

"Just... Please, Kurt. For the baby." He said, making a triangle with his hands around the small baby lump on the bottom of his stomach. Kurt groaned. "Dont pull that card out. Ugh... I dont wanna go. Its going to be a bunch of trannies, queers, and dikes. Cant we just stay home? And I dont know.. I dont wanna be around people..." Blaine felt a sense of sympathy for Kurt, but you cant stay trapped in a little corner of the sky forever, because no matter what part of it your in, everyones always too far away. "Kurt, what are you just supposed to stay inside forever?"

Kurt didnt say anything. "Fine. Ill go. But this is the only favor for the rest of the pregnancy." Kurt was lying. He did every single favor Blaine asked for throughout the duration of his pregnancy.

"OH MY GOD THIS IS SO BORING."

"Kurt, we havent even gotten there yet."

"I KNOW BUT I CAN ALREADY SMELL THE TRANNIES."

"And what does a tranny smell like?" Blaine said turning a corner. 

"Like talcum powder."

Blaine didnt say anything, honestly because he didnt wanna know how they knew that. He parked on the side of the road and took the keys out of the ignition. Blaine got out and closed the car door, and he could see Kurt groaning inside the car. He did get out however. Blaine caught up to Kurt and walked into the source of light and music. It was getting dark, and the lights stood out to them. Once they reached the actual parade, they bought their tickets. 

They walked to the carnival part of the parade, and saw very apparent gays and lesbians, trannies and queens. This was a actually very special to Blaine, going to gay pride every year. He grew up being bullied because of his sexuality until he moved to Dalton and he didnt want it to get to him. He was proud of who he is. He didnt know if Kurt was bullied too, he would only assume so, since you couldnt be so damaged unless someone made fun of your real self. He watched Kurts face, and excepted to find annoyance but instead found fear. He looked at every person passing by and flinched. Whenever someone brushed against his arm, he automatically looked at the person. He inched closer to Blaine every time someone looked at him. Blaine took Kurts arm, and at first Kurt pulled it back and looked at Blaine with disgust in his face, but soon calmed himself, and intertwined his arm with Blaines. Blaine smiled at him, but he could still see paranoia eating up his facial expressions. He patted his back. "Okay. Lets get you a drink." He said guiding him towards a bar. They walked inside and saw men in speedos and woman in bikinis walking around taking orders and giving drinks. Kurt tightened his grip around Blaines arm at the sight of so many people in one room. 

Kurt walked at a faster pace, trying to get out of the crowd of people near the entrance, and dragged Blaine with him. He arrived at the bad and ordered a drink. "Uh... Gin and Tonic." He said, sitting on the stool. The bartender looked at Blaine. "You?" Blaine sat down next to Kurt. "Im pregnant." The bartender looked at Blaine then Kurt, trying to figure out if this was a joke. Kurt snapped his fingers. "My gin and tonic?!" He snapped. The bartender got to fixing Kurts drink. "So... How have YOU been, Blaine?" Kurt asked, leaning on his arm to look at Blaine. He was shocked. No one had asked him how hes been which, since no one really knows how to deal with a pregnant man. "Uh... Tired. Bloated. But mostly good. Hey, I did manage to get you out of the house so Im pretty fucking spectacular." He joked. Kurt smiled, and the bartender put his drink on the coaster in front of him. He took a sip, and Blaine watched as he did. God he wished he could drink again. God, thats all he wanted. Kurt felt Blaine staring at him. He turned to look at him again. "Want some?" He asked, tilting the drink toward Blaine. Blaine looked at it. "I cant."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Here." He said putting the cold cup in Blaines hands. He looked at Kurt, then at the cup. He sighed. He took a long gulp, the after burn taste of alcohol burning his neck. He loved it. He handed the cup back to Kurt and he took another sip. He set the cup back down on the coaster and sighed. "Kurt... Can I tell you something? You know... As the father of my child." Blaine asked, scraping his thumbnail with his other thumb like a toddler. "Yeah. What?"

"Im really scared." Blaine said in a breathy voice. "Mortified... Actually. Im afraid of whats going to happen to it... I dont know how the hell its supposed to come out of me, and even if I get a c-section, Im still afraid. Im afraid it wont get a mother, like am I supposed to breast feed it or whats that deal." Kurt smiled. "Im just... So afraid. I cant raise a goldfish, I dont even know about a little human. I know I want to keep it, and it makes it 1,000 times easier now that you want to raise it... But still. I just cant help but think that maybe Im ruining its little life. I dont know if I live with myself because of that."

"Blaine let me ask you a question. What would you do if the baby grew up to be lesbian or gay? Or pansexual. Or transgender. Or asexual. How would you react?"

"Simple. Id love it unconditionally. Theres no doubting that."

"Okay. And what if it turned out to have Down syndrome or deaf. Or any disability. What would you do?"

"Id take care of her or him. And Id love it too."

"Okay then why are you so worried? Thats the only thing you have to worry about. I know you can raise a baby, I know you can. And if you need any help, you can ask anyone for help. Literally anyone. So... Why are you really worried?"

Kurt was right. He knew he could raise a baby, thats not what was bothering him at all. It was the Kurt of the situation. He was mortified of waking up, and Kurt not being there. And even if he stayed, it was going to be weird for the baby. Having 2 dads, and they arent even dating. Blaine started getting lost in his thought, and I guess Kurt could sense his tension, or read his mind because of what he said next. "Or are you afraid Im going to leave?"

Blaine almost choked on air. "No. No-no no. No." Kurt put his hand up in the air to signal for Blaine to stop talking. "It is... Isnt it? Your afraid Im going to leave." Blaine shook his head, eyes bulged. "Blaine... Im not leaving.  I promise." Blaine looked hesitant. He wasnt sure if he could believe Kurt with something as big this. Kurt saw he didnt believe him. "Okay. Bartender!" He stopped wiping the far end of the counter and looked at Kurt. "Wha?!" Kurt motioned for him to come here. "Bartender, may I hold on reserve a bottle of your finest Glen McKenna? But it can only be opened if Im still side kicking with my pregnant friend over here." He said slapping Blaines back. Blaine smiled at Kurt, and he smiled back. Kurt had a beautiful smile, truly. It was soft and gentle, yet so brooding. "I promise Ill be stuck with you for the long run. Your my new wife now." Kurt joked, folding his arms on the bar. Blaine chuckled. "So... Now that youve left the house... Are you feeling better?"

"Actually... I hate to admit it... I do. A lot better. Better to get back to work actually." Sadness overtook Blaine again, but he was glad he felt better. Just he wish he didnt want to go back to work. Kurt noticed the sad look in Blaines hazel-green eyes, and felt bad. He wrapped an arm around Blaine and rubbed his upper arm. "Im sorry, but I have to make a living somehow-"

"I could pay for everything. You could stay with me..."

"Im sorry Blaine, but even if you were a millionaire, I cant take money from you. I really just cant. Thank you... But no. Its a pride thing I guess. Im sorry." Blaine didnt argue. He understood how proud Kurt was of himself, and he knew not everyone loved being spoiled by a rich young man. They talked until it was completely dark outside, and the only light came from the parade lights. After finishing up a discussion about Liza Minnelli, Blaine stood up. "Hey where are you going?" Kurt asked, some leftover chuckle left in his voice. "Im gonna head home. Its getting late..."

Kurt looked at him, "No, stay. I havent even started giving free lap dances yet." Blaine chuckled. "Wish I could see that but I really should head out. All this booze.... Cant have any of it. Well I guess since your getting back to work I should leave you to your wicked ways. Go find a stud, ask him to dance. Hell probably pay more if you flirt it up." Blaine knocked on the bar counter and nodded. Kurt gave a small smile. Blaine walked out, the cold air slapping him automatically. The lights looked so much brighter with all the life out here. Couples of all orientations were dancing to the music. Holding each other, everything that Blaine wanted not so long ago. And now he just wants the man who made the baby growing inside him to help him, and to actually survive everything thats happened to him is such short time. He started walking on when he heard Kurt yelling out. "Hey! Wait!"

Blaine turned around. "Hey stud, wanna dance?" Blaine smiled. They started dancing, to the beat of the distant music, along with everyone else. They held each other, swaying like that for a long time. Blaine didnt know how long they danced out there, he didnt care either. He just wanted to be held there for ever. Kurt pressed his stomach towards Blaine, feeling his stomach that would soon be bloated, preoccupied by the child developing inside if it. Something, Kurt was definitely going to be around for. Something he bet scotch on.