Fic: It's A Bittersweet Life Ch. 9/?
Pairing: Blaine/Puck
Rating: PG 13
Summary: It was so stupid to even think this was possible, but all the symptoms he looked up on the internet said he was, so here he sat in a restroom of a gas station two towns over waiting on a pregnancy test.
Warning/Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. MPreg.
Previously: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08A | 08B | 08C |
Author's Note: Hello there. So, my beta was having computer problems so this is unbetad, so hopefully I got all of my mistakes. Hopefully this wasn't too delayed. Enjoy!
Monday was tense for Blaine. What if had Kurt told someone he was pregnant? Or worse, what if Finn told Rachel? Quinn tried to comfort him, told him what it was like when everyone found out she was pregnant, but he was still worried. He had hoped he could at least hide his pregnancy until after sectionals, which was this weekend. Along with his baby secret, he now had a sort-of-boyfriend that no one could know about. He couldn't focus all day. At lunch Puck tried to get him to practice their duet, but they just ended up sitting in the back of the choir room, Puck trying to calm him down.
When glee club finally rolled around Blaine was surprised to find that Kurt hadn't come to school. He was also surprised that the only people looking at him differently were Santana and Finn. They went through their opening number for an hour before Mr. Schue let them go home. When everyone had cleared out of the choir room, Blaine pulled Santana back inside.
"What?" Santana snapped as she shook his hand off her arm.
"Did…did you not tell Brittany about…me?" Blaine asked quietly.
"No," Santana replied. "Why? Did you want me to?"
"Well…no. I just thought-"
"Well don't think." She cut him off. She sighed in annoyance. "Sorry."
"It's okay. Did…did you tell her about the other thing?"
"Not yet. Tonight. I'm…I'm taking her out to dinner." She told him.
"What about Sam?" Blaine asked. She rolled her eyes.
"I can deal with him later." She replied before turning on her heal and walking out of the room. Blaine sighed before gathering his things and finding Puck's truck in the parking lot.
Usually Blaine went with Puck to school, and Quinn took Blaine's car to get Artie. The ride back to the apartment was quiet. Even though Blaine knew Puck was going to garage after he dropped Blaine off, Blaine wasn't sure what to say. When Puck finally parked at their complex, they both unbuckled their seatbelts and sat in the truck for a few minutes.
"I talked to Santana," Blaine started.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I think we should expect Sam over tonight. I don't think she told anyone though."
"I'm guessing Finn didn't either." Puck added.
"People are going to have to find out eventually." Blaine reasoned calmly. "I think I'm going to tell the glee club after sectionals."
"Are you sure?"
"It's not like I have much of a choice. I mean, if we win I won't be able to compete in regionals," Blaine sighed at the thought. "It's only fair that they know." Blaine said with certainty. Puck reached his hand over to grab Blaine's.
"Whatever you decide to do, you know me and Quinn are behind you one hundred percent." Puck assured him, rubbing his thumb along Blaine's knuckles.
"Thank you Noah." Blaine said in almost a whisper. Puck smiled back at him before releasing Blaine's hand.
"Now, what do you want for dinner?" Pack asked as he buckled himself back in.
"Mac and cheese?" Blaine asked instead of suggested.
"No, no. I want to bring you home something, my treat." Puck smiled as Blaine opened the door. Blaine smiled back.
"I haven't had taco bell in a long time."
"Taco Bell it is." Puck agreed as Blaine got out of the truck and closed the door. "I'll call you when I get off work." Puck yelled out his window as he started the truck.
"I'll be waiting by the phone." Blaine yelled. Blaine watched Puck drive away, smile stuck on his face. His smile faded when he turned around and looked at the apartment building. As the weeks went by he hated that their apartment was at the end of the hallway. When he finally got to the door he looked through his backpack for his keys. He finally found them after a few minutes. When he opened the door he found Kurt pacing around his living room. Blaine was shocked and slightly scared at Kurt's random appearance. Kurt stopped pacing and looked up when he heard the door close.
"H-hey," Kurt stuttered out. Blaine just blinked at him, taking in his appearance. He didn't look like himself at all. His hair was flat, and he was in one of Finn's sweaters that was way too big on him. "I got a key from Santana." He explained. Blaine nodded. "We need to talk."
"Now you want to talk?" Blaine snapped.
"Listen, I'm," Kurt paused and sighed, "I'm sorry, okay? I was just surprised and…and scared. After I left here yesterday I went and talked to my dad. He…he showed me the sonogram. Blaine, we're having a baby," he said with a small smile. "A baby. Why didn't you tell me?"
"When was I supposed to tell you?" Blaine started, taking a step forward. "Should I have told you when you were singing about how much you love Finn? Or when you were jerking me off in the bathroom? Maybe I should have told you when you were accusing me of trying to get with your boyfriend. That was probably a great time, right?" Blaine yelled. He stopped himself and sighed. "I know I should have told you," Blaine said, his tone finally even. "It just…there was never a right time." Blaine explained poorly. Kurt nodded slightly.
"Have you thought about what you want to do?"
"I'm keeping it," Blaine said firmly, wrapping his arms around his stomach unconsciously.
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked, taking a step closer to Blaine.
"I know I'm still a kid, but I never thought I would get an opportunity like this," Blaine confessed, "and I don't know if it'll happen again, so…so I'm keeping it." Kurt nodded with understanding again.
"And you're going to live here? With Quinn and Puck?" Kurt continued to question.
"As of right now, that's the plan."
"Blaine, I don't like the sound of that." Kurt said with concern in his voice, taking another step closer. "You should come live with me."
"Yeah, well, you don't get a choice," Blaine replied, getting slightly hostile again. "You ga-" Blaine started but stopped suddenly.
"Blaine?"
"Sorry just…I…I felt it. I just felt the baby move." Blaine smiled, looking down at his stomach.
"Really?" Kurt asked with a smile, finally stepping in front of Blaine. Blaine nodded. Kurt looked Blaine up and down. "I really should have known you were pregnant. You're glowing." Blaine looked up into Kurt's eyes, noticing something he hadn't seen in a while. Kurt brought his hand up to cup Blaine's cheek.
"Kurt," Blaine whispered but couldn't continue. Kurt's eyes flickered from Blaine's eyes to his lips a second before Kurt closed the space between them and kissed Blaine. At first Blaine thought he should push Kurt away, but after a few second he gave in. Kurt pulled away after a second, leaning his forehead on Blaine's.
"I've missed you," Kurt whispered, his breath hitting Blaine's lip.
"Don't," Blaine whispered, his voice cracking. Kurt leaned in again but Blaine pushed him away. "Leave." Blaine commanded weakly.
"Blaine," Kurt almost whined.
"Please leave." Blaine repeated. Kurt sighed and let himself out. Blaine closed his eyes as he heard the door close. When he finally pulled himself together he let himself sink into his bed, thinking to himself how thankful he was that he didn't have to work until Wednesday. Later that night, when everyone was in their beds and Sam was on the futon, Blaine could hardly sleep, despite having Puck wrapped around him.
The next day Blaine was released early from his last class. When he got go to the choir room he found it was empty. He set his backpack down in his regular seat before going and sitting down at the piano. He looked at the clock and saw he had enough time for a song or two. His exchange with Kurt had been playing in his head all day. What had really bothered him wasn't the kiss itself, but how he felt when Kurt had kissed him. It wasn't anything like when Kurt used to kiss him. His skin didn't heat up and he wasn't desperate for more. It was just a kiss, nothing more. He mulled the thoughts over in his head while he played random scales. He soon closed his eyes as he slipped into a song. Just as the song started Kurt had walked into the room but stopped as Blaine started to sing.
Forgive me first love, but I'm tired.
I need to get away to feel again.
Try to understand why,
don't get so close to change my mind.
Please wipe that look out of your eyes,
it's bribing me to doubt myself;
Simply, it's tiring. This love has dried up and stayed behind,
And if I stay I'll be a lie, then choke on words I'd always hide.
Excuse me first love, but we're through.
I need to taste a kiss from someone new.
Forgive me first love, but I'm too tired.
I'm bored to say the least and I, I lack desire.
Forgive me first love, Forgive me first love,
Forgive me first love, Forgive me first love,
Forgive me,
Forgive me first love, Forgive me first love
He let the last notes fade as he took a deep breath. Kurt clapped slowly, which made Blaine jump. When he saw Kurt was there he quickly stood up.
"How much of that did you hear?" Blaine asked.
"All of it." Kurt answered as he took a few steps into the room. "Is it safe to assume that was about me?" Blaine tried to answer, but his mouth just hung open, his mind blank. Kurt let out a dry laugh. "So, you're done with me then?"
"Kurt, you hurt me. After everything that happened between us, everything you know I've been through, you still had the nerve to hurt me. And now I have no way of getting rid of you, so I need to accept that you don't love me and that I…I don't love you. Not anymore." Blaine explains, on the verge of tears. Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes before biting his lip.
Suddenly Finn walked into the room. He went up to Kurt and bent down to kiss Kurt's cheek before noticing Blaine was in the room. He looked between the two, who hadn't stopped staring at each other.
"Is everything alright?" Finn asked as Quinn and Artie came into the room.
"Yeah," Kurt asked, not taking his eyes off Blaine. "Everything is fine." Kurt finally broke his stare to drag Finn to their normal seats. Quinn noticed how shaken Blaine looked and went to him while Artie went to his usual spot.
"Are you okay?" She asked as she pulled him into a hug. He just nodded against her shoulder.
That Friday after school Puck surprised Blaine by taking him to the top of an empty parking garage.
"What are we doing here?" Blaine asked slightly confused as he turned to look at Puck.
"I thought, like, maybe you'd like a picnic or something." Puck explained, not looking at Blaine.
"So we're having a picnic?"
"No," Puck mumbled.
"Noah…" Blaine started, tilting his head slightly.
"I thought that," Puck paused, coughing slightly, "we should probably talk." Puck continued to stare out the window.
"Are you going to look at me?"
"No," Puck said, "I'm not good at talking so I'm not gonna look at you." Puck explained. Blaine stayed quiet, waiting for Puck to continue. "I haven't had sex with anyone or a long time. And I haven't had…feelings for anyone in a long time. Blaine," Puck sighed, "I want to be with you. Like, hold your hand and all that shit."
"You want to hold my hand?" Blaine asked, eyebrows knit together.
"Like, maybe not at school, but at the apartment…and, like, when I take you out to dinner and stuff." Puck tried to explain. He looked at his lap before looking at Blaine. "Do you get what I'm trying to say?"
"Not really. I mean, you already hold my hand at the house, and we really haven't-"
"I want to hold your hand," Puck interrupted. "I want to hold your hand and no one else's." Blaine blinked at him before he finally understood.
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, his voice coming out weaker then he hoped.
"I know what you're going through and I know it's not going to get any easier, but I've thought about everything, and I want this." Puck looked down again. "I want…I want you." Blaine reached over and grabbed his Puck's hand.
"If you're sure you want this, then I would be honored to hold your hand." Blaine said with a smile. Puck kept his head down but squeezed Blaine's hand. "Now, you said something about food early. Is that still on the table?" Puck let out a rough laugh.
They ended up going to a local deli and eating sandwiches in the back. While Puck waited for Blaine to finish his second sandwich, Puck reached over the table and grabbed Blaine's hand. Blaine smiled and swallowed his bite before pulling his Puck's hand to his mouth and kissing it, to which Puck rolled his eyes and definitely did not blush.
When they finally got back to the apartment, Puck gave Blaine a piggy back ride from the truck to the futon. Puck went to put their backpacks in their room before going back and flopping down on the futon.
"I think I'm going to take a shower before everyone gets here." Blaine announced before sitting up.
Puck grabbed Blaine's arm, stopping him from getting up all the way. Puck sat up, scooting closer to Blaine.
"I know we're going slow and everything… but-"
"Kiss me" Blaine interrupted him in a whisper. "Please." Puck smiled slightly before cupping Blaine's cheek and pulling him into a soft kiss. The kind of kiss Puck wasn't used but wished he was. When Blaine pulled away he licked his lips before resting his forehead on Puck's. "Thank you," he whispered before forcing himself to get up and go to the bathroom.
After his shower Blaine found Quinn lying in her bed. He pushed her over to make room for himself on her bed and she quickly cuddled up to his back, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"So Q, when you're with Artie, who's the big spoon?" Blaine asked.
Puck had heard the water shut off and was expecting Blaine to come hang out with him, so when Blaine didn't show up Puck went to find him, stopping next to Quinn's open door when he heard voices.
"Well B, if you must know, it depends on the night," Quinn answered quietly. "He's a really good big spoon though." She smiled. Blaine hand's found the one on Quinn had put on his hip and started playing with her fingers.
"So," Blaine started slowly, "I think Noah likes me. Like, he really likes me. Like, 'wants to be exclusive' likes me." Quinn nods even though Blaine can't see her. "It's scary."
"Why?"
"Don't get me wrong, I like him too, but I can't…I wouldn't be able to handle it if something went wrong. Like, don't get me wrong, I love when people put themselves out there. I think being able to put everything on the line for someone else is one of the most beautiful things in the world, but I can't do that. Not anymore." Blaine explained as he let go over her hand and used a finger to trace random patterns on his stomach.
"You know, I had a dream last night," Quinn started with a smile. "I came home, and Puck was in the kitchen doing the dishes. But water was getting everywhere because he was looking at you instead of pay attention." She paused for a second and let her hand find his. "You were laying on the futon with the baby."
"Was it a boy or a girl?"
"I couldn't tell. But it was perfect," Quinn whispered, cuddling closer to him. "B, Puck has changed a lot since Beth. He's really grown up. He knows what he's getting into by becoming more then friends with you, and if he wants it like he says he does, he's not going to stop proving to you that he wants you. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about."
"What if he doesn't screw it up though? What if…what if I screw it up?" Blaine asked sheepishly.
"Are you kidding? You're Blaine Anderson. You don't screw anything up." Quinn said brightly. Blaine finally cracked a smile.
"I've missed you, Q." Blaine whispered. Puck, who was totally not tearing up, decided that was his cue to leave them be. Quinn wanted to say something along the line of 'I didn't go anywhere', but she knew exactly what he meant. After moving in she had spent most of her time with Artie, and Blaine had split his time between Santana and Puck. They never had time for pillow talk, not like they used to.
"I missed you too, B."
"Can you do me a favor?" Blain asked, his voice a bit louder now.
"Anything."
"Please be Artie's girlfriend. Like, officially," Blaine pleaded. "Put yourself out there, for me." Quinn sighed before sitting up.
"Fine. For you." She smiled as she pushed him a little. "I guess I should go pick him up then." She got off the bed and started looking for her shoes.
"Wait, can you do one more thing for me?" Blaine asked. Quinn stopped what she was doing to look at him. "Can you lay with me for a little while?" She smiled at his requested before climbing back onto the bed.
Since it was the night before sectionals, Santana, Brittany, Artie, and Sam were sleeping over. Sam was still feeling bad about another failed relationship so he spent most of his night on the porch. Blaine and the girls have taken over the living room and had started watching 17 Again, which Artie agreed to watch but Puck took as his cue to join Sam on the porch.
"You can't really be that sad about it, can you?" Puck questioned as he slid down the wall to sit next to Sam.
"I just, thought this time could be different. Ever since I got hear everyone just used me. No one ever actually cared about me. Well, except you." Sam admitted with a small smile. Puck was glad it was dark out so Sam couldn't see the blush on his cheeks.
"You're welcome." Puck smiled, passing Sam his beer.
"Are you sure it's good to drink before competition?" Sam asked as he took a swig.
"We've totally got this in the bag, I figured one couldn't hurt. Or three." Puck reasoned. They sat there for a few minutes, talking about sectionals, staring at the stars, and passing Puck's beer back and forth until it was empty.
Inside Blaine had gone to his room to get more blankets, but had stopped when he heard Sam and Puck talking. Blaine walked over to the window, blanket in hand, to listen to their conversation.
"Thank you," Sam said randomly.
"What?" Puck asked, turning his head to look at Sam in his eyes.
"Thank you…for being there for me." Sam explained quietly. Sam's eyes flicked down to Puck's lips. Sam started to lean towards Puck slowly, but Puck quickly stopped him.
"Don't," Puck whispered.
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"You don't want to do this," Puck answered. Blaine worried his lip between his teeth.
"Please," Sam begged. "They can't see us out here." Sam tried, bringing his hand up to cup Puck's face.
"Sam," Puck sighed as he stood up. Blaine moved so that his back was to the wall next to the window where Puck or Sam couldn't see him. Sam was quick to follow Puck's lead and stand up, taking a step closer to Puck.
"I need this, Puck." Sam whined quietly. Puck stopped for a second, realizing what Sam had called him. Puck. To Sam he was Puck, but to Blaine he was Noah, and that meant more to him then he thought it should.
"I can't. I just…I can't." Puck explained. Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Sam looked down and tried to blink back tears. "Dude, you're funny, you can sing, and you are a lot smarter then you give yourself credit. You need to find someone who cares about all that stuff and not just you're cock." Sam swallowed his tears and grabbed Puck into a tight hug.
Inside, Brittany went to go find Blaine.
"Blaine?" She called as she walked into the bedroom. She found Blaine with his back against the wall. His eyes were closed and he was hugging a blanket to his chest. "Blaine?" She tried again. He let out a breath and opened his eyes slowly before pushing himself off the wall and walking over to her. "Are you okay?" She asked and she took the blanket from him. He nodded and forced a smile. She put her arm around his shoulder. "It'll be alright little dolphin."
They won sectionals. They expected to win, but that didn't make the reading of the results any less nerve racking. To celebrate their victory everyone, including Kurt and Finn, came to the apartment. Blaine even invited the Warbler's since he caught wind that they won their own sectionals. An hour into the celebration and mostly everyone was drunk, so no one noticed Blaine slipping outside to get some air. Nick and Jeff were on one side of the patio while Blaine stayed on the other side, staring into his glass of water.
Suddenly his phone started vibrating. He took it out of his pocket to find his mother calling him. His thoughts started racing. Why would she be calling? What is she going to say? Does she know he won? What if she was there and saw him perform? What if his dad had finally convinced her to stop helping him out with money? He realized his phone was still ringing and quickly answered it.
"Hello?"
"Blainers?" A small voice came through the phone.
"Bel?" He asked in surprised.
"Blainers it is you!" She said excitedly.
"Oh my god, Bel!" He smiled. "How are you calling me?"
"I hid mama's phone in my room so I could call you." She explained. "I miss you. You haven't been home in forever."
"I know Bel, I've been busy. But hey, guess what."
"What?"
"My glee club won sectionals." Blaine told her, even though he knew she didn't exactly know what it meant.
"Yay. Was Princess Q there to help you?" Belinda asked.
"She was. And so was Knight N. He helped me a lot." He said, feeling his eyes start to water.
"Since you won does that mean you're gonna come to Thanksgiving?" She asked hopefully. Blaine had completely forgotten about Thanksgiving. "Cause I think auntie Alisha is coming and I don't want to hang out with her. She smells like cats."
"I…I don't know, Bel. I need to talk to mom about that. I'll try though, okay. How are you? How's school?" Blaine asked, trying to distract her. He looked over to see Nick and Jeff had gone inside.
"School's okay," she sighed. "The science fair is coming up but I can't think of what I-" she stopped suddenly. Blaine could hear another voice.
"Bel?" He tried.
"Hello?" A new voice asked.
"Mom." Blaine said simply.
"Blaine why is she calling you in the middle of the night?" His mom asked, annoyed.
"She misses me." He answered sheepishly. "Mom…mom can I come to Thanksgiving?" He asked before biting his lip. He heard his mother sigh after a minute.
"I don't think that's a good idea Blaine. We can talk about this later."
"Mom," Blaine started, but stopped. He pulled the phone away from his head to see his mom had hung up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut to stop from crying, putting his hands up to cover his face, one of which was still holding.
"Blaine?" A familiar voice asked. He raised his head to see Puck stepping out onto the porch. Blaine immediately took a few steps and threw himself at Puck. Puck was quick to catch him, holding him tightly to his chest. They spent the rest of the night on the porch.
On Thanksgiving Puck went to his mom's and Blaine and Quinn went to her mom's house. Ms. Fabray made a lovely dinner, and while Blaine enjoyed being back at her house, he couldn't stop thinking about his sister. They ended up sleeping at Ms. Fabray's that night, and the next morning he woke up to a voicemail from his sister of her complaining about their aunt's new cat.
Author's Notes: So? How was it? Tell me what you liked or didn't like or if my Puck voice was wrong or something. Anything. Let me know. I hopefully will have the next chapter up soon. I think the next chapter will be Christmas, so get excited for that.
Songlist:
Blaine
First Love-Adele
Sectionals
All The Pretty Girls - fun. (Puck & Blaine)(I imagined the entered through the audience in true New Directions fashion)
Lover to Lover - Florence +The Machine (New Directions girls)
Nothings Bigger Than Love - My Favorite Highway (all of New Directions)