Kurt made his way into the living room and planned to catch up on his homework. He forgot how much he had.

After Science, History and French done, he started English. He looked up to look at the time from the clock on the wall.

12:28.

Wow, he’d been working for nearly three hours.

Wait, normally Blaine would be up by now.

Kurt put his work to one side, got off the couch and made his way to the older boys' room. He knocked on the door three times with no response. He made the decision to let himself in.

He was welcomed by the normal strong smell of Blaine’s body spray and the closed blinds, Kurt was sure he never opened them. But the room was missing the curly haired boy that he was looking for. However, there was a note on the unmade bed.

Kurt,

I'm not stupid, I know you came in last night and that you would come look for me in the morning. I’ve gone out.

See you later,

Blaine.

Kurt suddenly felt a bit guilty, he didn’t know just checking on Blaine would cause him to be mad.

The photo album still laid on the bed, on the same page. But Kurt noticed a page that was ripped out. When he turned the note over, he saw the same family photo and the say quote he did last night.

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Blaine didn’t know what to do at the moment, he had nowhere to go. He knew he could go home, but at the minute, he didn’t want to have to deal with Kurt’s impending questions.

He sighed as he continued to walk down the street, occasionally kicking a random stone as it passed.

He had been walking around the small town for nearly three hours, so he decided to stop by a local caf�.

He made his way inside and soon found a table. The waitress took his order of a coffee and sandwich then soon disappeared back into the kitchen. Blaine sighed as he slouched slightly in the chair and pulled out his phone. He had two messages from Kurt, both asking where he was. Blaine just ignored them.

“Blaine?” a voice called from across the caf�, the boy in question looked up and smiled.

“Hey, Mike.” Blaine said.

Mike moved from the entrance and to the spare seat across from Blaine. The two sat in silence for a few minutes until Mike broke it.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, man. I mean, we see each other at school, sure. Never like we did before…you know all the drama.” Mike told him.

“I know, just...” Blaine sighed. “letting someone into my life- you know me, I kept my life to myself. Well... and you too.” Blaine announced, with a smirk to his best friend, who reflected it.

“I know. I remember us being young, you would have problems that no other child would have. You couldn’t go home without something bad being said to you, and by your own parents for Christ sake!” Mike saw something in Blaine’s eyes. It was a look he’d never seen in their entire, long friendship.

“I know you’re scared.” Mike said in nearly a whisper.

“You can read me like a book, Mr. Chang.” Blaine replied, the two sharing another smile. He then sighed once more. “But yeah, I'm so scared." he admitted, pointing his head down.

“Why?”

“Why? Well for starters I’ve got a child on the way and I have no idea what I'm doing! I haven’t had the best father figure to model. Hell, if I'm like that to my child I'm pretty sure Kurt would make sure I never saw him or her.” Blaine looked up to his friend. “Please help me!” Blaine nearly begged.

The waitress came and placed Blaine’s order on the table, Blaine just nodded his head slightly as a sort of thanks before she disappeared again.

“I don’t know how to, man.” Mike said, feeling ashamed that he couldn’t assist. “I’m a only child, never had any experience with kids. Didn’t you and Kurt baby-sit Beth?”

“Yeah, but she hated me for the first part of it!”

“It's gonna be hard mate, but I'm sure you and Kurt will be fine. You know, as long as you don’t do anything bad to make him not want to stay after he or she is born.” Mike said.

“I don’t want him to do that...” Blaine admitted in a small voice, then taking a bit of one of the sandwiches.

“You don’t want him to leave or him to take the baby away?” Mike asked.

Blaine sighed, “Both.”

Mike smiled “You like him, don’t you?” he asked.

Blaine’s eyes traveled down so he was only looking at the table. His thumbs rubbing over each other as if he was in deep thought.

“Yes.”

Mike took one of Blaine’s sandwiches with a smirk “I knew it!”

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Blaine had been thinking for a while. Well for nearly two weeks, that had been how long it had been since him and Mike had talked.

Of course he had returned back home after that day, him and Kurt only talked to each other when they needed to though.

One night, when Blaine had returned home from work, sweating slightly after a hard day. He noticed the living room empty, but the bathroom light on. He made his way to see if that’s were Kurt was.

He found the younger boy there, his t-shirt pulled up above his swollen stomach. He noticed him rubbing in some cream on the bump. A bottle with in big letters ‘Stretch Marks Remover!’ sat on the sink. Which Blaine found stupid since although at around 20 weeks, Kurt hardly had any stretch marks.

Blaine sighed and strangely mesmerized by the image in front of him.

Kurt didn’t even realise Blaine was there until he finished up, pulled his shirt back down and turned to see the dark haired boy standing there.

He smiled slightly “Hey,”

Blaine didn’t reply.

“You okay?” Kurt asked, wondering what was bothering Blaine.

Blaine walked towards him until there was very little space between the two. Then neither boys knew which was the first to move, their lips crashed together.