You Could Be My Unintended
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You Could Be My Unintended: Chapter 3


T - Words: 1,662 - Last Updated: Jun 02, 2012
Story: Complete - Chapters: 29/29 - Created: Apr 22, 2012 - Updated: Jun 02, 2012
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My head was spinning. Had I really just said that I would take on the responsibility of a baby?  I’d never even had a dog.

“Are you serious?” Simone asked quietly. She was looking at me like I’d grown a second head. Her green eyes were wider than I’d have thought they could be and her mouth was hanging slack.

Was I serious? My selfish teenage mind was screaming at me that this was a terrible idea, what was I thinking, I was only 16, I was still in high school, how would I do this? But another part of me wanted to see this new life that I had somehow created. Against all odds, the only gay kid in Lima, Ohio had made another person, albeit, a little sooner than I would have liked, but it was happening and there was no use in pretending it wasn’t.

I was going to be a father either way. It was up to me to decide if I was going to be a real dad.

“Absolutely.” I met Simone’s incredulous gaze with my own determined one. “I want this.”

“But, why?”

She must have seen the anger flare in my face because she was quickly holding her hands out to stop my response.

“I mean, you’re a kid. You’re in high school. Are you going to college next year? You seem smart enough for college but how are you going to do that with a baby? I mean that’s why I…can’t…” She trailed off at the sound of my laughter. “What’s funny?”

“How old do you think I am?” I asked her, my best smirk still in place. She stared at me, confused. “I’m sixteen. I’ll be a junior in high school next year.”

Her eyes grew wider still. I was amazed.

“Oh God! I’m going to jail for seducing a minor!”

I couldn’t help but laugh again. This day was getting more and more surreal.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I managed to gasp out between fits of laughter.

“I don’t think that line of reasoning works here, Kurt,” she shrieked at me. Damn, but those hormones must be in full swing for her to go from guilty and crying to raging so quickly. Yet another reason to be thankful that I liked boys. This thought only caused me to laugh harder, which seemed to piss her off even more.

“This isn’t funny, Kurt!” she fumed at me, standing now with her hands pressed to her lower back, the picture-perfect image of your stereotypical angry pregnant woman.

“But it is! It so is,” I cried, my laughter making it harder to speak. “Because no one will believe it anyways! Kurt Hummel, gayest kid in Ohio, gets drunk and knocks up the hottest chick at the party!”

“What did you just say?”

A quiet voice interrupted my rant and I froze. My breath caught in my throat and Simone’s face paled drastically. I knew I had to turn around at some point but I really hoped that point never came.

“Kurt?” My father’s voice was like steel and I knew that I had to face him. I stood slowly, feeling like the weight of everything I’d done was crashing down on me at once. I was so afraid at that moment.

“Hi, Dad,” I said meekly. He stared at me, his face stony. We stared at each other for the longest stretch of time. It felt like an eternity. This deadlock was only broken when Simone let out a stifled gasp and I immediately whipped around to check on her. Her hand was pressed just under her ribcage, a pained grimace marring her otherwise beautiful face.

“Is he kicking again?” I asked quickly, pressing my hand gently belwo hers. I had my answer seconds later when I felt a hard pressure against my palm, not just kicking but pushing hard. He was so strong. Simone and I locked eyes, both of us smiling just a little. “I think he’s trying to climb my ribs actually.” I chuckled lightly.

My father cleared his throat noisily to bring us back to present situation. Oh. Yeah. Crap.

“Simone, I would like to introduce you to my father, Burt Hummel.” I had to give her credit, she only hesitate for a split second before stepping forward and presenting her hand for him to shake.

“Lovely to meet you, sir,” she said shyly. Dad grunted and gave her hand a quick squeeze.  He looked at me expectantly. Yeah, I guess that’s my cue.

“So, uh, Simone and I met at a party about seven months ago. You know, when I was still on the football team?” Dad’s face remained expressionless so I just kept going. “Yeah, I guess, well, we both had too much to drink and one thing led to another and…yeah.” I ended lamely. I guess my sense of the dramatic decided to dominate for a moment because the next words I heard come out of my mouth were ones I knew were totally innappropiate at the time. “Congratulations, Grandpa!”

Lucky for me, I was an expert on colors, so I could name each shade of red that my father’s face turned over the next minute. There were a lot.

Much to my surprise, there was no huge blowout. He didn’t scream or yell. He didn’t say anything at all. He sighed, turned on his heel, and strode out of the room. I felt like I’d been slapped. I think a blow might have hurt me less.

In that moment, I thought that my father, who had always been there for me through everything, had abandoned me. I went numb.

“Simone,” he called from the kitchen. “What do you like on your pizza?”

 

All in all, the night couldn’t have gone better. Yeah, it was horribly uncomfortable at first and it took almost an hour and half of a large meat-lovers pizza for Simone to stop shaking, but other than that it was a pretty good night. How I got so lucky to get the most understanding and accepting father in the entire world I didn’t know, but I had never been so grateful to him in my life. Not even when I told him I was gay, because while that affected only me, this was my son he was accepting with open arms. I only hoped that one day I would be as great a father as him.

We stayed in the kitchen until very early the next morning, talking about the future and what it held for all of us. Simone held firm that she didn’t want to be a part of our baby’s life and as much as I wanted to be angry about that I just couldn’t. Neither of us had asked for this or expected it. She was overwhelmed and scared and just not ready. Even though I had never wanted us to be together, had never wanted to be with any woman actually, my thoughts kept returning to how lucky I was that this had happened. I was going to be a father! What would he look like? Would he get my blue eyes or Simone’s green? I hoped he got her complexion; I was so fair that summertime was hell on me. What would he sound like? Oh god, I hoped for his sake my high voice wasn’t an inherited trait. I wouldn’t want him to get made fun of for his voice like I did.

And suddenly, I knew how my father must have felt anytime I came home covered in garbage or sticky corn syrup. My son wasn’t even born yet and already I wanted to protect him from the world. I would do anything to keep him from ever feeling like I had been made to feel. He was mine to protect. From the moment I had felt him kick, his hold on me grew. There was no way I could not want him.

Dad told Simone he would contact his lawyer later that morning and get the paperwork ready for her to give up her parental rights to the baby. He told her he would pay whatever legal fees necessary, but he did ask that she leave us with contact information. At her worried expression he assured it would only be as a precaution in case of any medical issues where her family history might be needed. She wrote all this on a yellow legal pad along with a brief listing of all of her allergies and her blood type. She also wrote a lengthy letter, which she folded and gave to me. She said it was for the baby.

“When he’s older, if he asks, I’d like you to give this to him. If you want to,” she said shyly. “You can read it if you like.”

I simply took the letter, placed it into an envelope, sealed it and wrote For My Son across the top. She smiled at me and I took the opportunity to circle around the table and wrap her in a hug.

“Thank you,” I whispered. She hugged me tighter in response and I felt the familiar wetness of tears soaking through my shirt. I wasn’t sure if they were hers or mine.

“Alright, let’s all get some sleep you guys.”  Dad’s voice came from the living room where the pull-out couch had been made up with fresh sheets. I smiled at him and he smiled back tiredly before he headed down the hall to his room.

“I’ll take the pull-out, you go get some sleep in my room,” I told Simone. She yawned and made her way to the basement door, pausing long enough to whisper a farewell.

I flopped onto the sofa-bed exhausted. It had been a long day. And in just a few short hours I would get to wake up and share my news with all my friends in the New Directions. Wonderful. 


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you should name the baby Matthew Elliot <3 Or Alek because I love this story and just... dfhjdhfkjfh.Amazing.

is this supposed to be a comedy or something? because i just can't stop giggling at this chapter. this whole experience of kurt telling burt that he's going to be a father is just surreal.

This is so weird. I mean, it's a great story, but it's so radical! Yet I love it and I cannot stop reading! I'll probably fall asleep tonight reading it.

Am seriously LOVING this so far ... can't wait to read the first description of little baby-boy Hummel :)