It's been two weeks and Blaine has spoken to Kurt only three times. He can't bring himself to care though; he's tired and frustrated and sick all the fucking time. He doesn't have the will or time to bring himself to worry about his and Kurt's nonexistent relationship, not now, not when his teachers think piling more and more work upon him is a fantastic idea, or when Cooper tells him he won't be able to visit for another three months, or when his car starts making a weird sound and he's not sure that he'll have enough money to fix it.

Blaine sighs, slumping down into his seat in the library, the table in front of him covered in books and notebooks, the sides of his hands covered in ink from hours of writing.

He shuffles through his papers, scowling when he finds he has to get up and find yet another book to reference from for his essay. Blaine scoots back and stands quickly, eager to get his work done so that he doesn't have to worry about it anymore.

When he stands though, he stumbles, black dots obscuring his vision. He blinks tightly and grips the back of his chair, his legs shaking, his brow furrowed at his sudden weak state.

A pair of gentle hands holds him up by his elbows and guides him back into his chair, rubbing his back as he breathes deeply, his head hanging heavily.

His vision finally clears, but he still feels lightheaded and dizzy, and he groans when he's lifted up by the same hands who helped him before. A second person joins in helping him walk and before Blaine knows it, he's sitting down on a bed in the nurse's office, Puck and Quinn's concerned faces filling his view.

"You okay dude?"

"Noah, give him some time. Blaine just sit and relax, okay? I texted Kurt and he's on his way, but in the mean time, why don't you see if you can try and eat some of this granola bar, okay sweetie?"

Blaine just nods, leaning his head back against the wall behind him as Quinn opens the wrapper and breaks off a piece of the bar, handing it to him with a small smile.

Quinn sits next to him as he chews slowly, Puck leaning against the wall across from them, arms crossed as he alternates between watching them and watching the door.

Blaine's just finishing his last bite of the granola bar, giving Quinn an appreciative smile, when Kurt comes running into the office, his face drawn and eyes worried. Blaine blinks in surprise at the obvious distress on Kurt's face and watches with an odd feeling in his stomach as Kurt visibly slumps in relief at the sight of Blaine, unharmed, in front of him.

"What happened, B? Are you okay?" Kurt asks breathlessly.

"I – I'm fine, just stood up too fast or something."

Quinn stands, reaching into her large bag and handing him another granola bar with a smile. "Just in case. You should keep snacks with you from now on. I liked lollipops and Cheez-its when I was pregnant."

Blaine sighs gratefully and squeezes her hand, murmurs a thank you before she leaves with Puck.

And then it's just he and Kurt alone in the nurse's office, staring awkwardly at each other until Kurt finally breaks the silence.

"My uh, my dad wants you to come over for dinner tomorrow. If – if you're free or whatever."

Blaine sighs and averts his gaze, picking at a loose thread on his sweater.

"I don't know. I have a lot homework and I'm working the late shift at the store tomorrow, so-"

"Right, well, whatever then. Forget I fucking said anything."

"Kurt-"

"See you around, Anderson."

Blaine clenches his jaw and watches with narrowed eyes as Kurt storms out.

-

A week later finds Blaine hunched over an Advanced Statistics text book in his darkened apartment. He sighs and takes off his glasses, rubbing his eyes as he tries his best to stay awake.

He decides he needs a break and so he sets down his book and heads for his small kitchen, fully intending on making himself a fruit salad and some tea when there's a loud knock on his front door.

Blaine frowns in confusion and glances at the clock over the stove. 2:36AM, it reads.

He bites his lip and decides to ignore it, instead reaching into his refrigerator for some strawberries, when he hears it.

His name.

Kurt's voice saying his name.

Kurt's voice saying his name at two in the goddamn morning.

What the hell.

Blaine sighs heavily and rolls his eyes as he goes to open the door. When he does, he finds Kurt leaning against the door frame, arms crossed as he stares at Blaine with crooked grin.

"What do you want, Kurt?"

Instead of answering him, Kurt nudges his way inside and Blaine closes the door behind him, leaning back against the wood with an exasperated sigh.

"Kurt."

He spins around and crowds Blaine against the door and Blaine gulps, the scene so reminiscent of that perfect night they had together so long ago.

"I miss you." Kurt says, his voice quiet and gentle.

Blaine scoffs and pushes Kurt away, striding past him and back into the kitchen.

"If you need somewhere to stay tonight then you can have the couch. And keep the noise down, I'm trying to study."

After that he ignores Kurt and goes about placing fruit on a plate, putting the kettle on the stove for his tea. Kurt keeps giving him longing glances and tries to reach out for him, but Blaine turns his gaze away and moves out of Kurt's reach. He's just sick and tired of all Kurt's mind games, of investing himself in this boy only to be crushed and thrown aside like trash.

When he finally returns to his room, steaming cup of tea and cool plate of fruit in hand, he stands in his empty room and sighs at the now uneasy silence, his books seemingly mocking him from where they lie innocently on his desk. What was once comfortable and calming is now putting him on edge, his foot tapping nervously as he wonders why Kurt is here and what he's doing out in the living room by himself.

He shakes himself and goes back to studying, finishing off his snacks quickly and managing a full twenty minutes of work before Kurt appears at his doorway.

"You should be sleeping." He says softly, his gaze directed at the floor, fingers fiddling with the strings on his sweatshirt.

"And you should be out getting high with Puckerman or whatever the hell it is you two do all the time."

"Ooh, there's no need to get feisty, Anderson."

At that, Blaine slams his book shut, making Kurt flinch, and he stands, advancing on Kurt with a deep scowl on his face, one hand curling over his bump, the other starting to push and hit Kurt's chest with every word he yells.

"And you don't need to be such a selfish fucking asshole!"

"Blaine-" Kurt grabs his wrist – then the other as Blaine begins his assault anew with both hands – and tries to hold Blaine, but Blaine doesn't relax into Kurt and instead keeps on pushing and hitting, tears beginning to stream down his face.

"God I hate you! All you do is play games with me and for what?! Just make up your fucking mind and stop fucking around with my feelings, you goddamn douche bag!"

"Stop it, Blaine-"

"Fuck! Why did you do this to me?!"

"Do what? Look I'm sorry, okay? What, did you think I honestly tried to get you pregnant or some shit?"

"No! Why – why-"

"Blaine?"

His arms finally droop and he slumps into Kurt, lets the other boy gather him into his arms and hold his close. And then, his voice rings out, so vulnerable and hushed that Kurt has a hard time believing what he says is real and not part of some dream, when Blaine whispers, "Why did you have to go and make me fall in love with you?"

Kurt sucks in a gasp, his arms tightening around Blaine's small form.

"You – you love me?"

Blaine sniffles against Kurt's chest, his hands clenching tightly around Kurt's waist before he steps out of Kurt's embrace completely.

"'Course I do. You piss me off and make me feel like shit sometimes, but... I can't help it. Sometimes – sometimes I wish I could just stop loving you, but-"

"Don't. Don't say that."

Blaine blinks up in surprise as Kurt's hands come to rest on his cheekbones, his thumbs lightly brushing across soft skin.

"I – I can't – I can't say it yet, B. But... I do... care about you. So much. And these past few weeks without you have been like hell."

Reaching up, Blaine tangles their fingers together, turning his face a bit so that he can give Kurt's palm a kiss.

"Then why did you push me away?"

Blaine watches as Kurt swallows thickly, his eyes fluttering shut on a deep sigh.

"I was scared. I am scared. Blaine... my past relationships weren't – god, they sucked, okay? I fucked up a lot and I got fucked over so many times."

"Kurt I'd never hurt you-"

"I know. Blaine, I know, I do. I just – can we, you know, just take things slow and – no expectations, okay?"

Blaine nods, biting his lip to try and contain his smile, but ultimately failing when an amused laugh escapes through his lips.

"Okay, but Kurt... I don't know exactly what you mean by taking it slow – you do remember that we're having a baby, right?"

Kurt chuckles and rolls his eyes at Blaine, pulling the boy back into his arms and kissing his forehead.

"Smartass. Now come on, you need to sleep. No more staying up 'til two in the morning, promise? It's not good for you."

Blaine nods, his eyes growing heavy as Kurt carefully shuffles them back to the bed and lowers Blaine onto it.

"Okay, Kurt."

He takes off his glasses with sluggish movements and smiles into his pillow as Kurt goes about turning off all the lights in the apartment. And then Kurt is there with him, pressed up behind him and running a hand lightly over his stomach.

"We still need to talk." Blaine says, his voice slow and heavy with exhaustion.

Kurt rubs his cold nose against the back of Blaine's neck and smiles, pulling the covers tighter around them when Blaine shivers.

"I know," he whispers, watching as Blaine's eyes flutters close, his breath evening out as he succumbs to sleep, "But for now just sleep, love."

-

When Blaine wakes the next morning Kurt is already awake, sitting propped up against the headboard, his fingers running through Blaine's curls.

"Morning, sleepyhead."

Blaine hums in response, leaning up to kiss Kurt good morning. He smiles when Kurt doesn't let him go, sighing happily as Kurt tugs him onto his lap. Blaine smiles sleepily and wraps his arms around Kurt's shoulders.

"Mmm, morning."

Kurt smiles at him tenderly, tucking a stray curl behind Blaine's curls.

"I do want to be with you, Blaine. But I'm scared of screwing it all up."

"You don't think I'm scared too? Kurt I've never even really had a boyfriend before. I've been on like, one date and it ended – well it turned out pretty disastrous for us both, actually. But – but every time I think about the future or even when I dream all I see is me and you – together – with our son or daughter and we're so happy. And – Kurt, whenever I think about that, it's – Kurt it's the happiest feeling I've had since my parents died. So – that's all I have to say."

"I want you to be happy, B. That's all I want."

"Then don't push me away. Don't shut me out, Kurt."

Kurt nods his head and then leans forward, capturing Blaine's lips in between his, one hand cupping the back of Blaine's head and the other winding its way around Blaine's waist, bringing him in close. Blaine shifts his legs and wraps them around Kurt, evening out his weight to rest fully in Kurt's lap as his hands slowly lift Kurt's thin t-shirt up his torso. Their lips break apart as Blaine's hands continue to move upward and the shirt gets thrown onto the floor.

They reconnect again, Blaine running his hands over smooth muscle as he rocks forward, swallowing Kurt's moan as he rubs his ass over Kurt's cock teasingly.

Kurt drags his lips away from Blaine's mouth then, until he reaches the curve of Blaine's neck. He runs his hands up and down Blaine's back as he bites and sucks and teases Blaine back with feather light kisses until he himself gets impatient, unbuttoning Blaine's sleep shirt with quick, trembling fingers.

He gasps sharply as Blaine's hands covers his, slowing Kurt down with a gentle kiss to his temple.

"Shh, slow down honey, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

Kurt exhales shakily and watches as Blaine slowly, sensually, removes his own shirt, letting the silky fabric fall to the floor to join Kurt's. He watches as Blaine stands and removes his pants, finally naked, and then crawls back onto the bed, tapping Kurt's hip and grinning as he tugs Kurt's boxers off.

And then they're back to how they were before, Blaine in Kurt's lap, holding close to him as they rock together, hands caressing and exploring seemingly new skin and muscle; Kurt, smiling, fascinated at the bigger bump that Blaine now has, and Blaine, brow furrowed in concern as he finally spots the rather large bruise on Kurt's ribs.

He lets his fingertips linger over the discolored flesh, taking in how Kurt subtly flinches and sucks in a quick breath.

"What happened?"

Kurt shrugs, trying to downplay his pain, and then reaches into Blaine's nightstand as he answers. "Some guys were messing with Quinn at the party I was at last night. One of them somehow managed to get me on the floor for a minute before Puck showed up. Trust me, B, they look a lot worse than I do."

Kurt places the bottle of lube on the space next to them, and then takes Blaine's hands gently in his, lifting them to his mouth and pressing light kisses to each fingertip.

"I don't like seeing you hurt."

Kurt smiles, giving the tops of Blaine's hands one last kiss each before he tells him, "You make it better, B."

Blaine surges forward at that, sucking on Kurt's top lip for a moment and then releasing it with a light bite, soothing the sting with flick of his tongue. Kurt groans into Blaine's mouth and reaches for the lube, squirting a dollop of liquid onto his fingers and reaching around, circling the rim of Blaine's asshole before he pushes in.

He stretches Blaine open slowly, shivering at every gasp and whimpers that escapes Blaine's lips. It doesn't take long before Blaine's gently removing Kurt's fingers and slicking up Kurt's cock. He bites his lip and helps lift Blaine up, groaning as Blaine guides the tip of his cock into his ass and sinks down, taking his time as Kurt fills him up.

He moans when he's seated back into Kurt's lap again, the feeling of Kurt's arms holding him close almost overwhelming him.

They set up a slow pace, with Kurt's hips leisurely thrusting upwards and Blaine in turn grinding down onto Kurt, his face tucked away in the curve of Kurt's neck, occasionally kissing and sucking the skin there.

It doesn't take very long for them come, and when they do, they come together, mouths pressed together as they breathe the same air, hearts beating erratically in their chests as they come back down, trembling in each other's arms, smiles becoming kisses and kisses turning into joyous laughter.