Pasta.

Carole had wanted to cook that night she had conveniently decided to make her famous spaghetti. While she was making it, both Burt and Finn were literally begging her to cook it even faster.�

Kurt had been upstairs most of the time but when he got called downstairs to the dining room, after one bite of the pasta, he had to excuse himself from the table. He ran out of the room quickly to the bathroom and emptied what little contents of food he had in his stomach.�

He felt worse afterward when he left the bathroom to find Carole worried that she had given him food posining. He told her not to worry so much and that he was already feeling a bit under the weather before he ate her meal.

He returned to his room and fell asleep again, since that was all he wanted to do the past week. He wanted this weekend to be over, he wanted to have the courage to come clean, he wanted it to go away.

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Monday came and Kurt had been dreading it, he would tell Blaine. He had to.

Worst of all, he had science first thing this morning. He walked into the lab and already saw Blaine playing with the gas tap, and was that a lighter in his hand!?�

Kurt walked over to him and snatched the lighter out his hand. Blaine gave him a confused look.

"Trying to kill us?" Kurt asked, he put the lighter in his pocket and away from Blaine.�

"No, just bored. Why you being such a stick in the mud?" Blaine asked, trying to get his lighter out of Kurt's pocket.

Kurt sighed. "Look, I just don't want to be killed because you decided to make a flamethrower! Look I-I need to talk to you after school..." Kurt told him. Blaine just shrugged and muttered a quiet "okay".�

Throughout the lesson Kurt kept one eye on Blaine. Just the thought of having to tell him made him sick to his stomach, and the morning sickness wasn't helping.�

But did he know a one hundred percent that he was pregnant? He only took one test, maybe he should wait until he made an appointment to confirm his fears.

The bell pulled him right out of his thoughts, so he gathered up all �of his things and placed them in his bag before pulling the satchel over his shoulder and walked out the door to head down the hallway. Thankfully he had glee now, so he wouldn't have to deal with anymore unneeded stress.

However, Kurt was wrong. Very wrong.

They had to practice for sectionals so that meant brand new dance steps to learn in a short amount of time.

"Come on guys! Your falling asleep on me!" Mr Shue yelled at them, not trying to be horrible and demanding but he was also pretty stressed.

Suddenly, a new wave of nausea hit him abruptly and it must have shown on his features.

"Kurt, you alright?" Quinn asked, she was next to him in the chorus line and he didn't look too good. Kurt shook his head then realized that was a bad idea since it made him quite dizzy right away.

He ran out of the choir room, ignoring the calls from Mr. Shue, as he ran into the nearest bathroom and emptied his stomach into the white toilet bowl just in time.

He coughed a bit once he was done and stumbled out of the stall. He turned the cold tap on and used his hands to gather some water from the sink and drank a bit from his palms. He then spat the rest out to get rid of the vile taste stored inside of his mouth.

He then nearly jumped out his skin when he heard someone clear their throat from behind him. He turned around a bit too quick but saw Blaine standing there.

"You still ill?" he asked.�

"No, I just thought it would be fun to throw up uncontrollably!" Kurt snapped back. He wasn't in the best of mood's at the moment and he didn't need Captain Obvious helping him.

"Whoa!" Blaine held his hands up in surrender, "I didn't mean to make you mad."

Kurt sighed "Sorry, I'm just stressed."

"Got that.." he smirked then stopped when saw the worried look on Kurt's face.�

"Hey, you alright?" Blaine asked, his voice actually sounding soft, caring and gentle.

Here goes nothing.

"I...I need to tell you something.." he said.�

"Is it what you wanted to tell me later?" Blaine asked.�

Kurt nodded in response "But can we not do it in here?" he asked.

"Sure, come on." Blaine said, leading them out of the horrible school bathroom. He led them outside, where they sat on the bench just by the car park. � � �
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"So, what did you want to talk about?" Blaine asked.

Kurt took a deep breath. "Okay, before I start I want you to know I'm not one hundred percent sure. But I have a feeling I'm right.." he said then realizing that what he just said made absolutely no sense to the shorter boy sitting next to him.

"What!?" Blaine asked.�

"D...do you remember Rachel's party, a few weeks ago?" he asked.�
Blaine nodded, he couldn't forget.�

"W...well I...I ran out because I remembered something when I woke up the morning after. I remembered that I was special..."

"I could have told you that." Blaine mumbled under his breath, Kurt heard it but tried to ignore it.

"The thing is, I'm unique because I was born different. In a way that I can have a baby, like the same way a female can. I have both male and female reproductive systems." Kurt said, leaving Blaine even more caught up in his blurry wave of confusion.

"Why you telling me this?" he asked.�

"We didn't use a condom, did we?" Kurt stated, the poor boy was still not clear on the entire subject, or why it mattered.

"Blaine, I...I'm pregnant" Kurt said softly. "And you're the father..."�

He saw that Blaine's eyes instantly filled with worry.

"What...did you say?" he asked, just wanting to check he heard right.

Kurt was in tears now. "I'm pregnant.."�

Blaine stood up and began to walk away.

"Blaine! Please please don't leave me! Please! Blaine!" Kurt stood up and was now crying out to the boy, begging him to come back.

"Please Blaine! I can't do this alone!"�

Blaine kept walking, and he didn't look back.�

Now Kurt really was alone.