"Kurt dam you open up! I know your home! I swear to god I will break the dam door if I have to"
The door opened slightly allowing a pair of tired teal eyes to meet hazel eyes brightly lit up by fury.
The owner of the teal eyes widened at the sight in his doorway "Blaine what?" the question left hanging as Blaine pushed his way through the door, forcing Kurt into a corner.
Looking up at the man that had been his high school sweetheart, Kurt had never once doubted his trust in the man before. Yet now practically seeing the anger vibrate off Blaine Kurt felt fear of what he might to him or worse the baby growing in his womb.
Blaine took in Kurt rumpled appearances; his heart ached at the sight of his rumpled hair fond (and fun) memories of similar rumpled versions of that hair threatened to overcome him, those eyes that had captured his attention long ago when he was young, innocent and full of bravo, now looked at him in fear. His heart clenched and screamed at him to drive that look from his eyes and to never let that look return to those eyes ever again, Kurt porcelain skin took a ghostly shade making the bags beneath his eyes look even darker.
His eyes drifted down to wear a slender and graceful hand hovered protectively over his stomach. Blaine mood darkened again at the reminder of why he was here in the first place. Pushing the hand away from the stomach, Blaine slipped his hand under the shirt and felt the slight round protrude of Kurt’s undouble pregnancy.
“Is it mine?” The question hanged heavy between the two men. Blaine didn’t need an answer he already knew but he needed to hear it. He needed to hear that sweet voice that made his heart sing to say the words that he both dread and wanted more then anything in the world.
Instead he found Kurt throwing up over his shoes.
“Oh my god Kurt, Blaine get away from him your hurting him”, never let it be said that at 3:00am in the morning Rachel Berry couldn’t still be intimidating. The shorter girl pulled the sobbing Kurt into a protective embraces while glaring death at Blaine.
Blaine turned around in disgust of himself; he should have waited, waited till it wasn’t 3:00am in the morning, waited till he was calm, and what David had told him to sink in.
But he didn’t
Not wanting to see fear he had inspired in Kurt something he had swore never to allow happen, Blaine forced himself to walk back out the apartment Kurt shared with Rachel.
“You’ll be hearing from my lawyers”