"Do you ever think about getting out of here?"

Kurt's voice is low and shaky when he speaks, chest stuttering underneath Blaine's head.

Blaine bites his lip and takes a moment before he answers, his fingers tracing shapes over Kurt's bony hip.

"'Course I do. Do you know how many extra classes I take, how hard I study just to make sure I'm guaranteed a spot in a good college far, far away from here? I dream about leaving this place, of moving to New York and being able to be free and happy."

Kurt sighs, runs his fingers through Blaine's disheveled curls. "Hm – you know that makes you sound kind of miserable."

The smaller boy shrugs, runs a finger lightly over the inked in blue bird over Kurt's heart, kisses the skin there when Kurt shivers at his feather light touch.

"Are you... miserable?"

Blaine closes his eyes, shifts closer into Kurt's lap and squeezes his hand.

"No. Not now, not when I'm with you."

-

Kurt rubs soothing circles with his thumb against Blaine's hand, his jiggling leg the only thing that betrays how nervous he really is.

Blaine can understand Kurt's nervousness – he's nervous as hell too – after all, today is the day that they find out if their baby is a boy or a girl.

Blaine rubs his hand over his protruding stomach, smiling at a little boy sitting across from him that blinks curiously at Blaine's baby bump, his stubby little legs swinging back and forth playfully.

The little boy tugs on his mother's shirt, pointing at her large stomach and then at Blaine, smiling broadly. The boy's mother smiles gently at her son, turning towards Blaine and offering him a comforting smile, one hand rubbing at her belly, the other running through her son's hair.

Blaine returns her smile, tightening his grip on Kurt's hand. It's nice to be reminded that despite all the people who scorn them, who give Blaine dirty looks in the halls and jeer at him, there are still good people in the world, people who recognize how beautiful it is that Blaine is bringing a baby into the world.

Next to him, Kurt widens his eyes dramatically, sticking his tongue out and puffing his cheeks at the young boy, grinning when the boy lets out a giggle.

The sight of Kurt playing with the boy makes Blaine suck in a shaky breath, his heart filling with warmth at the thought of Kurt playing with their child.

A nurse rounds the corner into the waiting room then, and calls out Blaine's name, smiling warmly at Blaine and Kurt.

Kurt waves goodbye to the little boy, sharing a smile with his mother, and then he turns to Blaine, gives him a nervous grin, tight lipped and tense. He stands swiftly and helps Blaine up with a quiet laugh. Blaine rolls his eyes playfully at Kurt, but he is grateful at the action. The baby had hid a growth spurt, and Blaine has been getting steadily more bigger as the weeks have gone by; moving around and getting up and down have become increasingly more difficult.

However, no matter how difficult it's become lately to do things that he would have had no problem doing months previous, he loves the change, loves Kurt helping him and he especially loves knowing that their baby is growing, that their baby is healthy.

They follow the nurse down a hall, hand in hand, until they reach a room at the end of the hall, a small sign reading OB/GYN/MP next to the open door.

The nurse waves them inside with a smile. "Go ahead and sit down, get comfortable, and Dr. Richards will be with you soon."

They thank her and then she leaves with a small smile on her face, closing the door with a soft click.

Blaine lowers himself slowly onto the examination bed, glancing at the blank monitor next to him nervously.

"What's got you so nervous, B?"

He sighs, adjusts his glasses and looks over at Kurt, shrugs his shoulder self consciously.

"I don't know, I just am. Aren't you though? I mean today is the day we find out if our baby is a boy or a girl, that's got to be making you at least a little nervous."

Kurt licks his lips, teeth messing with the ring on his lip, a habit that Blaine has come to realize is a anxious tick of Kurt's.

"I'm... a little nervous, yeah. But also excited; after today we can really start picking things out for the nursery, I can make some more clothes for the baby and – and I kinda feel like everything's going to fall into place, you know?"

Blaine smiles at Kurt, gentle and warm, and reaches a hand out for Kurt to take. He brings Kurt's hand up to his lips, pressing a light kiss to his palm, before settling their hands over his belly, laughing with Kurt when their baby gives a tiny little kick.

A soft tapping at on the door and then Dr. Richards walks into the room, a file in hand, smile on her face.

Kurt greets the woman with a quick grin, hand still holding tight to Blaine's on his belly.

"Hello there, boys. Excited for today's appointment?"

Blaine shares a look with Kurt, smiling slightly and squeezing his hand when he says, "A little nervous, to be honest, but definitely excited."

Dr. Richards gives Blaine a warm smile, patting his knee in comfort as she sits down on her stool next to him.

"Don't worry, that's completely normal. Especially for first time parents."

Kurt nods at her, moving his and Blaine's hands to rest on the bed while Dr. Richards wheels the monitor closer to her, turning it on and setting it up, Blaine fidgeting in place, Kurt playing with his boyfriend's fingers.

Dr. Richards faces them, ultrasound wand in hand. "Alright then. Are you two ready to see if you're having a little boy, or girl?"

-

Blaine gasps into the sheets, his fists curling, body arching back against Kurt's tongue. Kurt grips Blaine's ass cheeks, spreading him open further and thrusting his tongue deeper inside of Blaine. He hums, the vibration from his voice travelling through Blaine's already charged body, eliciting a loud moan from the boy, the sound echoing throughout the room.

Blaine spreads his legs further apart, his hips rolling forward into the bed before they move backwards as he fucks himself onto Kurt's tongue.

"Fuck! Ah, Kurt m-more, shit Kurt, more, more, please!"

Kurt pulls back slowly, laughing to himself when Blaine whines in protest. He bites down gently on the supple skin in front of him, sucking over the area until it turns a bruised red. He soothes the mark with his tongue, grinning wickedly when Blaine mewls.

Blaine's always had a thing for Kurt's tongue piercing, and Kurt – well, he plans to use that knowledge to the best of his ability.

Kurt smirks to himself when Blaine reaches back, tangling his fingers in Kurt's already mussed hair and tugs, hard.

He moans at the sensation, pressing kisses along Blaine's ass and kneading the flesh there with rough hands.

"Mm... God you always respond so prettily, B. S'like you were made for this, made for me."

Blaine nods into his pillow, fingers tightening in Kurt's hair.

"Yeah –oh – yeah Kurt, made for it, made for you – c'mon, please, please."

"Shh, it's okay honey, I got you."

Kurt dives back in, licking up along the crack of Blaine's ass in one long, broad stroke. He bites down hard right above the cleft of Blaine's ass, brings his forefinger up to circle around Blaine's wet rim.

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

Blaine stills, breathes in and out, and he nods, lets go of Kurt's hair and instead covers Kurt's hand with his, slowly pressing Kurt's finger inside of him.

Kurt lets out a long breath, presses soft kisses along Blaine's skin, waits for Blaine to breathe and adjust before he presses his finger further inside, holding back a groan at how hot and tight Blaine is around him.

He hears Blaine gasp against the bedding, no doubt getting used to the feeling of something inside of him, so intimate and vulnerable.

Kurt continues to mouth sloppily around Blaine's rim, hoping to distract the boy so that he's no longer uncomfortable, but rather intoxicated by Kurt every touch.

He licks around his finger, pointing his tongue and slowly sliding in next to his finger, his other hand reaching between Blaine's legs and teasing his cock, pressing down against his perineum and fondling his heavy balls.

Blaine seems to be overwhelmed, cant decide if he wants to press into Kurt's fist around his hard cock, or press back into Kurt's finger and tongue.

Kurt doubles his efforts, strips Blaine's cock faster and faster, pulling off only to rub at the sensitive area of Blaine's perineum; he fucks into Blaine with his finger and tongue, getting him wetter and looser with every thrust inside.

It's when he crooks his finger and rubs against Blaine's swollen prostrate, his thumb catching under the head of Blaine's cock that Blaine finally comes, howling Kurt's name in relief, his voice hoarse and wrecked.

Blaine slumps down into the mattress, muscles loose, chest heaving in an attempt to catch his breath. Kurt slides his finger out of Blaine slowly, eyes blown wide at how thoroughly debauched the boy looks. He shakes with lust, unbuckling and yanking down his jeans as quickly as he can, his fist flying over his swollen red cock.

Blaine looks back over his shoulder, eyes drooping sleepily, lip red from biting it to hold in his moans. "Come on, Kurt," he coaxes roughly, "Come for me, come on me, baby, please."

And that does it, and Kurt comes with sharp yell, painting Blaine's ass and back pearly white with his come.

He slumps forward, hands resting on his jean clad thighs, and he smirks at Blaine, face flushed and sweaty. "God, look at what I've turned you into. Bookworm Anderson sure has got a dirty little mouth on him."

Blaine smiles, flips over and crawls towards Kurt, whispers hotly into his ear, "Mmhm... and you love it."

Kurt laughs, throwing back his head as he does, a sight that makes Blaine's heart skip a beat in his chest.

"Can't deny that, can I? Now come on, let's go get cleaned up and maybe I'll let you cuddle me or something."

"Oh, how generous, thank you kind sir." Blaine says dryly, taking Kurt's hand and following him into the bathroom.

-

Blaine walks down the hall slowly, head down as he reads through his history notes. He rubs his belly absentmindedly as he goes, grinning to himself when he feels a kick against his hand.

The halls are empty, quiet, something that Blaine revels in.

Kurt is still serving in detention, a fact that Blaine finds incredibly amusing, so he'll just meet up with him later at his apartment.

He turns the corner, heading in the direction of the library, and notices a group of hockey players congregated at their captain's locker, rowdy, crass, and laughing loudly. Blaine turns his face away from them, peering instead into the open choir room, smiling sadly at the sight of Tina and Mercedes practicing a song.

He tries to make himself less noticeable as he begins to pass the boys; turning his body to the side, hiding his stomach, and he walks quickly, eyeing the door at the end of the hall that will lead him to the library.

Unfortunately for Blaine, however, his plan of avoidance and safety does not work.

-

Kurt looks up, startled, as the door to the classroom he's serving his detention in bangs open.

And one Tina Cohen-Chang bursts into the room, her face extremely pale, eyes scared.

Kurt sits up immediately, his heart already pounding erratically in his chest, and he thinks, No, not Blaine please not Blaine.

"Kurt – you need to – you need to come with me, please it's... Blaine, he-"

He doesn't let her finish her frantic sentence, doesn't spare the glassy eyed teacher a glance as he grabs his bag, shooting up out of his seat and running towards Tina, grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the room.

"What happened? Where is he?"

Tina begins to explain in a shaky voice, leading him quickly down the halls. "Mercedes and I were practicing for Glee and we heard some – commotion in the hall and – and those hockey guys were pushing Blaine around, telling him these – these awful things and – he fell to ground really hard and – and Mercedes she, she scared them away and she's with him now, I swear I didn't leave him alone, but... Kurt I – I think he needs to go to the hospital."

Kurt takes in a sharp breath at those words, urges Tina along faster until they're skidding around yet another corner – and then Kurt's breath leaves him, heart stuttering at the sight in front of him; there, lying with his back to Mercedes' chest, is his Blaine, pain and fear evident on his face, cheeks tear stained, his glasses lying next to him in a broken, shattered mess.

Mercedes is busy trying to calm Blaine down, holding him close to her and whispering soothing words into his ear, her eyes the only thing betraying how frightened she really is.

Kurt skids towards Blaine, dropping to his knees painfully and resting his shaking hands on Blaine's tightly clenched ones. Blaine's eyes shoot open, wide and bloodshot, and he whimpers, his face crumpling.

"Hey – Blaine, hey it's okay, everything's going to be okay, I promise. Tina go get your car and pull it up front, Mercedes, can you help me with Blaine?"

The girl nods resolutely, shifting Blaine into Kurt's arms and standing quickly, the sound of Tina running down the hall fading with every second. The two of them carefully help Blaine up, letting him take a moment to regain his senses before they begin their slow walk down the hall, hearts pounding.

Time seems to move much too slow in Kurt's eyes, but he doesn't want to push Blaine and risk anything, so they continue their sluggish pace, right up until they hit the front doors of the school.

Tina's station wagon is already parked and ready, the engine running, when Mercedes opens the large front doors of the school for Kurt.

Blaine's hand tightens against Kurt's waist, and Kurt steels himself, bends his knees quickly and lifts Blaine into his arms, shushing Blaine when he gasps at the sudden movement.

Kurt goes as quickly as he can, thanking Mercedes with a glance when she opens the backseat door for him and helps Blaine into the car.

They scramble then, Mercedes and Kurt getting in on either side of Blaine, the both of them holding tight to Blaine's hands.

Blaine is relatively silent the whole ride to the hospital, his face pale, forehead deeply lined in worry. Kurt is all steel and cold eyes, his features only softening when he glances at Blaine to check on him.

Mercedes is quick to call the hospital, informing them of the situation as Tina speeds down the road.

It seems like a lifetime, but Tina finally swerves the car into the ER entrance of the hospital, apologizing breathlessly when Blaine yelps at the sudden movement.

Kurt could care less for her recklessness at the moment, he's just thankful that she's gotten them here in one piece, and fast.

A nurse is already waiting for them, a wheelchair for Blaine ready beside her.

Kurt helps Blaine out of the car as gently as he can, guiding him into the wheelchair slowly, swallowing down his own tears at the sight of Blaine's renewed ones.

The nurse then takes over, pushing Blaine swiftly into the hospital doors, firing off questions to him and Blaine.

Things happen much too quickly for Kurt then, and he finds himself wishing for everything to slow down as they seemed to before. Dazed, he follows the nurse into an exam room. He methodically helps Blaine out of his clothes and into an oversized hospital gown, lowers Blaine onto the hospital bed with delicate hands, shushes him and holds him close when he begins to get frantic.

Dr. Richards walks through the door soon after Blaine is settled, setting up various machines and hooking Blaine up to them. She attaches a heart monitor over his belly, checks his temperature, heart rate and blood pressure (and about a million other things that confuse and terrify Kurt beyond belief).

He himself feels detached from the whole situation, his only focus on Blaine's still scared face, the steady thump thump of their daughter's – thankfully – healthy heartbeat.

Dr. Richards tells them that she's putting Blaine on bed rest for a few weeks and that she wants Blaine to stay overnight, just to keep an eye on him and the baby – and Kurt readily agrees, mouth set and eyes serious when the doctor tells them that they're lucky, that what with Blaine being a male, young, and especially small in stature, the risk of a miscarriage is extremely high.

Blaine takes in a shuddering breath at that, fingers tightening in Kurt's grasp.

"Kurt, I'll have someone bring in a cot for you. I know you won't want to leave Blaine tonight, and I'm not going to try to force you to go home and get some sleep - I know better. It's better that you stay here with your family anyways."

Kurt swallows past the lump in his throat, overwhelmed by the events of the day and Dr. Richards' kindness. He nods at her, catches her eye, whispers, "Thank you", and turns his head away, focusing his eyes on a spot on the opposite wall.

The door closes behind the doctor and Kurt jumps in his seat when Blaine tugs on his hand.

"What is it, are you okay? Do I need to go get the doc-"

"Kurt - Kurt calm down – I'm okay, we're okay."

Kurt nods at him rapidly, eyes filling with tears, teeth biting into his lip, right around the silver ring there.

"Hey," Blaine says softly, grabbing Kurt's hand and tugging it to rest over his swollen belly. "You feel that? Feel her kicking? She's okay, Kurt – our little girl is just fine."

Kurt chokes back a sob, leaning forward until his temple rests against where their daughter grows – safe and healthy.

"You're okay, you're okay, you're okay."

Fingers in his hair, tugging gently until he's face to face with Blaine. "Shh, Kurt, honey, it's alright, don't cry, every-"

"I love you."

Blaine looks up, startled, breathing in sharply at Kurt's words, eyes wide and wet.

He says, breathless, a tear making its way down his cheek, "What? You – you l-l-love me?"

Kurt brushes back a stray curl from Blaine's forehead, swallows hard past the lump in his throat and gives him a small smile.

"I love you, B," he says simply, "And I'm so sorry I've been such a fucking idiot, I – god Blaine I should've said it a long time ago, but I'm a coward."

Blaine shakes his head, giving Kurt a watery smile as he leans up onto his elbows, presses a gentle kiss to Kurt's lips.

"You love me. Kurt Hummel, cold hearted skank, loves me."

Kurt chuckles, rolling his eyes, and he eases Blaine back down onto the bed, giving him a whisper of a kiss to his forehead. "I love you. And our daughter. So much, B. I don't think I can live without you."

"Well good, 'cause we don't plan on getting rid of you anytime soon."