He felt like the room was on some sort of moving platform. It had to have been because it was spinning so fast he could hardly keep his eyes opened. 

How was this even possible? 

There was no way this was possible. Men couldn't have babies. No matter how femine they proved to be. There was no way he could have a child. How could that..work?

The doctor proceeded to go through the different things that made this whole situation possible. Kurt's hands were shaking in his lap, his eyes filling up with tears. 

How were a barely nineteen year old and an eighteen year old supposed to raise a baby? Sometimes they could barely afford to feed themselves and pay for the apartment at the same time. How were they supposed to add a newborn baby to the mix?

What would their familes say? Blaine's dad would probably cut him off. Kurt's family would be so dissapointed. Surely they wouldn't believe them. Kurt couldn't even believe it himself. 

"- And you have a few other options other than keeping the baby too." His doctor's soft female voice rang in his head again. 

"I- Thank you Doctor Harris..I just need to- I'm gonna go home." 

"I'm going to need to see you back in about three weeks for your fifteen-week check up okay?" She put a reassuring gentle hand on his shoulder. 

He only nodded. Her giving him a small smile while he walked out of the cold examination room. 

The twenty minutes in between Kurt leaving the hospital and getting to he and Blaine's shoebox apartment were a blur of tears and fast driving. 

He pulled into the parking lot for the apartment. He was positive Blaine was home from classes already. He was sure he was pacing the hardwood floors wondering when Kurt would come home. Hoping nothing was seriously wrong with him. 

Too bad this was pretty serious. 

Blaine had been the one that insisted that Kurt went the hospital to get checked on. He'd insisted that he go after Kurt had to skip class three times due to how sick he was. He'd spent more mornings than he could count, taking care of a nauseous Kurt.

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Kurt wiped the corners of his mouth before having to lean against the bathtub for support. Blaine stood in the doorway looking concerned. 

"This is the fourth time this week.." He sighed. Worry written all over his face. 

"I'm fine.."

Blaine bent down to the floor so that he was eye level with his boyfriend. "You look exhausted." 

Kurt simply nodded, leaning forward and putting his head on his boyfriends warm chest. Blaine ran his fingers through the older boy's hair and sighed again. "You need to see a doctor." Kurt nodded against his chest. 

"I love you too much to just put this off and pretend nothing's wrong, you need to find out.." 

Kurt started to smile at the statement, but the smile was short lived due to another bout of dizziness. He sat up, clutching the porcelain bowl infront of him. Blaine rubbed circles into his boyfriends back while he heaved over top of the toilet. 
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Kurt opened the door to his apartment to see Blaine doing exactly what he'd thought. Standing in the middle of the living room, gorgeous as always. One hand in his curls, the other he was using to bite his nails nervously.  He stopped after seeing Kurt standing nervously in the doorway. 
He walked over to his boyfriend, kissing him. "So..?"

Kurt simply held out the folder that held a picture from the sonogram he'd just had upon finding out he was pregnant.

Blaine opened the folder. Staring at it for a good three minutes. Kurt shook nervously, standing only feet away from him.

Blaine looked up. "I-Is this ours?" He finally spoke, his voice nervously trembling.

Kurt simply nodded, his face crumpling into sobs. Blaine stepped closer, collecting the sobbing boy in his arms. Tears coming to his own eyes.

"Shh.." He rubbed circles into the brunette's back. "It's okay.." 
Kurt only shook his head. Blaine feeling the motion immediately started to speak. "You're okay.."

Blaine let a single tear fall from his eye. "We'll be okay.." 

We'll be okay.

We'll be okay. 

He let his own words ring over and over through his head hoping they were true.