Fic: It's A Bittersweet Life Ch. 10/?
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 | 09
Author's Note: Hello there. My beta is back, and in case you were wondering she is this lovely lady. Hopefully this wasn't too delayed. Enjoy!
It had been a couple weeks since their sectionals win. Mr. Schue had let the kids relax like he normally did after competition. Blaine still hadn't told the glee club about his condition, though he was showing more and more each day, or so he thought. It was Thursday night before winter break. Blaine had decided he would tell the glee club the next day, but someone else deserved to know first.
Blaine knocked on Quinn's door, Puck standing behind him with his hand on Blaine's back. When he heard the okay he opened the door to see Artie lying on her bed and Quinn sitting in his chair.
"Hey guys," Blaine greeted as him and Puck walked in. Artie sat up and Quinn moved the chair to face them. "I wanted to talk to you guys for a second. Well, more so Artie." Artie raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to tell the glee club tomorrow, but seeing as how you've become one of my best friends I feel like you deserve to know before everyone else. I'm…I…" Blaine couldn't finish.
"You're with Puck?" Artie supplied.
"What?"
"You're with Puck." Artie stated. "I already know. I don't care. I'm happy for you guys, just don't break his heart or you'll have me to deal with." Artie said with a firm nod. Blaine blushed.
"I-that's not what I was going to say. I mean, that's true, but that's now…I…I'm pregnant." Blaine admitted. Artie just stared at him for a second.
"Come again?" Artie finally said. Blaine took a deep breath and Puck's hand returned on Blaine's back.
"I'm pregnant and yes it's possible and it's Kurt and I'm keeping it and I thought you should know because pretty soon this place is going to turn into baby central," Blaine said in one breath. He paused for a second. "I'm telling glee club tomorrow, but since we've become so close that I thought you had a right to know before everyone else."
"Thank you for telling me." Artie smiled earnestly. "It means a lot to me." Artie then opened up his arms and gestured for Blaine to come give him a hug, a hug that Quinn and Puck soon joined.
"Should I tell Kurt?" Blaine asked later that night while he and Puck laid on the futon watching a mindless reality show.
"Tell him what?" Puck asked, not looking away from the television.
"That I'm telling everyone. I mean, it's his secret too." Blaine reasoned. Puck looked away from the TV and into Blaine's eyes.
"You do what you feel is right." Puck said as he lowered his forehead onto Blaine's before giving him a quick kiss. "I think it's time for bed though," Puck whispered. Blaine nodded slightly in agreement. Before Blaine went to sleep he sent Kurt a quick text telling him what he was going to be the following day.
The next day at school Blaine couldn't find Kurt to save his life, and he also hadn't gotten a reply to his text from the previous night. He couldn't focus on his first block of classes, knowing that at lunch he would be telling everyone his secret. Even though a lot of people in glee already knew, he was sure it would still be a shock for some.
When lunch rolled around he found himself standing in front of the piano and waited for everyone to get there. Eventually everyone was there except for Puck and Kurt, but since they already knew Blaine decided to go ahead.
"Blaine," Mr. Schue nodded before taking a seat with the rest of the club.
"So, um…some of you know this already," Blaine started, looking from Santana to Quinn. Quinn gave him a soft smile and a small nod to remind him to keep going. "I…I'm pregnant." Blaine said with a bit of an inflection. Blaine looked down at his feet, unsure he could stand the look on people's faces.
"Excuse me?" Rachel finally broke the silence.
"I'm pregnant. And before you guys ask, yes it's possible. And yes, it's…it is Kurt's." Blaine said looking up again.
"Where is Kurt?" Artie blurted out.
"I thought you guys should know because I'm not sure if I can compete in regionals, and if I do I'll probably just stand around in the back." Blaine explained. He looked from face to face. Most of them were blank except for Mr. Schue's, who looked understanding above everything else.
"So, you're having a littler dolphin?" Brittany asked. Blaine pursed lips and nodded. Brittany smiled wide at him before she bounced down to him and gave him a big hug. He finally let himself smile as his eyes started to get watery. When they broke the hug everyone was standing up.
"We're here for you Blaine, whatever you need." Mr. Schue told him. Blaine smiled again and thanked everyone before excusing himself to the bathroom.
When he pushed the door open he saw Puck leaning over a sink, red slushie dripping off his face. Blaine stopped in his tracks.
"Noah, what happened?" Blaine asked as Puck used one of his hands to wipe more slushie off. Blaine let his bag slide down his arm and got some paper towels before walking up to Puck.
"You," Puck started to explain, grabbing the paper towel out of his hand. "You happened. Everyone sees me hanging out with you and they think I've gone soft." Puck growls.
"So? What if you have? Why does it matter?" Blaine reasoned, genuinely confused.
"I used to rule this school. One look and the hallway would part. Now they're throwing slushies in my face and the only thing that's changed in my life is that you're here now." Puck explained, getting closer to Blaine and crowding him back against the wall.
"What's wrong with being soft?" Blaine asked quietly.
"You should know, you've been soft your whole life." Puck answers, eyes narrowing. Blaine's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
"Noah-" Blaine started, putting his hand on Puck's chest.
"Don't," Puck cut him off, smacking Blaine's hand off his chest. "Just….just don't." Puck shook his head, looking right into Blaine's eyes before leaving.
Blaine stood with his back to the wall for a minute, taking a few deep breaths before gathering his things and walking to his car.
Blaine didn't waste any more time at school, going home right after his argument with Puck in the bathroom. He stopped outside their apartment door, taking one more deep breath and texting Quinn he had gone home early and opening the door. When he opened the door he was surprised to find Kurt sitting on the futon. Blaine closed the door quietly. Kurt was unmoving, hands covering his face.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked timidly, taking a step closer. Kurt's hands dropped from his face as he sighed. Suddenly Kurt's phone beeped.
"I've been getting texts for the past half hour," Kurt says calmly. He stood up slowly. "I haven't looked at them, but I'm guessing they're all regarding our big news." Kurt continued, finally turning to Blaine. "I can't believe you told them."
"A lot of them already knew," Blaine said quietly.
"Who else knew besides Finn, Quinn, and Puck?" Kurt asked, his eyes narrowing.
"S-Santana and Artie."
"Fuck," Kurt sighed. "What's wrong with you?" Kurt starts to yell, walking closer to Blaine. "Who gave you the right to tell anyone, let alone everyone, my secret?"
"It's not your secret." Blaine interjected, his voice a bit louder.
"Now everyone's going to know. Everyone's going to hate me and it's your fault."
"You don't get to talk to me like this." Blaine tried, his eye's starting to get glossy.
"When you air my dirty laundry I get to speak to you how ever the fuck I want."
"Kurt, stop-"
"No, you stop." Kurt yells, finally standing in front of Blaine.
Blaine reached his hand out and rested it on Kurt's chest. Kurt was swiftly to react, grabbing Blaine by the wrist and shoving him back. Blaine hit the door hard, quickly sliding down to the floor. Kurt stood there staring at Blaine's curled up body on the floor for what felt like hours. He panicked, hastily running out the door. Blaine stayed on the floor, not daring to move. When he heard the door shut he sniffled a few times before completely breaking down.
About an hour later the door opened, waking Blaine up from his spot on the floor.
"Oh my god, Blaine are you okay?" A rough voice asked. Blaine groaned a little and opened his eyes to see Burt crouching over him.
"Burt?" Blaine asked as he started to sit up. Burt put a hand on his back and helped set him against the wall. "What are you doing here?" Blaine asked as he wiped his eyes, unsticking a few of his eyelashes.
"Kurt came to the garage and told me what happened. I got over here as soon as I could." Burt explained. "Are you okay? He said you hit the door pretty hard."
"I…I think I'm okay, physically at least." Blaine confirmed as he ran his hand through his hair.
"I'm so sorry about Kurt. I don't know what's gotten into him lately."
"It's…it's not just Kurt. I got into a fight with Noah today." Blaine explained, although he wasn't sure why.
"Puckerman? Was it serious?"
"I…I don't know."
"In any case I don't think you should stay here tonight." Burt offered softly as he put a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "I'd offer to take you home but I don't think that's a very good idea either. Do you have somewhere to stay?" He asked. Blaine nodded.
That night Blaine found himself, yet again, at Mrs. Fabray's.
He went back to the apartment the next day around noon, not sure of what to expect. What he did find when he opened the door though was Puck in the middle of the living room trying to put together a crib.
"Noah?" Blaine questioned before he could stop himself. Puck stopped suddenly and looked at him. Puck was quick to stand up, dropping a few pieced of the crib as he did.
"Blaine," Puck breathed out.
"W-what is this?"
"I'm sorry. About yesterday, I'm so sorry. Afterwards I was sitting in geometry or Spanish or something, and I couldn't focus. I can't believe I said that to you. I didn't mean it, I just…that hasn't happened in so long, you know? But I promise I'll make it up to you." Puck explained earnestly. "I went out after school yesterday and I bought this crib. And, hold on." Puck ran into their bedroom for a second, missing Blaine's small smile, before coming out with a few books. "I got baby books. One is about names and another is about stuff you can't do when you're pregnant. Also, if you want to, I'd like you to come to my ma's for the first night of Hanukkah." Puck offered, taking a step closer. At this point Blaine was biting his lip to keep from smiling. Blaine looked down at his feet for a second before looking back up and into Puck's eyes.
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked.
"So fucking sure," Puck answered, taking a step closer to him. "I promise I'll never talk to you like that again. I don't know what I was thinking." Blaine closed the space between them, wrapping his arms around Puck's middle and resting his head on Puck's shoulder. Puck immediately bundled Blaine up in his arms.
"I'd love to come to the first night of Hanukkah at your ma's house." Blaine whispered.
The next week Kurt only showed up on Thursday and Friday, not bothering to look at Blaine or show up to glee. Blaine tried not to focus on it, but something still felt off to him. He pushed the feeling down and went on with preparing for his winter break. Puck had been helping him learn about Hanukkah and the traditions surrounding it, and he was also determined to see Belinda over the two week break.
A few nights after the break started, Blaine found himself in Quinn's room, checking out his form in the mirror. He turned to the side and ran his hand over his stomach. His bump was starting to become more predominate.
"We're going to have to go shopping soon." Quinn announced from where she was watching him on her bed. She continued to flip through the baby books while Blaine sighed and walked over to sit on the bed. "Have you thought of names yet?" She asked, not bothering to look up from the book.
"Sort of…not really." Blaine answered, though he wasn't being completely honest. Sometimes in class when he wasn't paying attention he would scribble names to the side of whatever notes he was taking. Boys names and girls names, and he would try out both his and Kurt's last name, sometimes both together, and one time putting his and Noah's last name.
Blaine and Quinn spent the rest of the night going over the name book and a few of the other pregnancy books before falling asleep together. Puck found them asleep around midnight and removed the books from the bed before covering them with a blanket.
When the first night of Hanukkah finally rolled around Blaine spent all day worrying what to wear. Puck had told Blaine that he was going to tell his ma about them at dinner. Blaine wasn't sure that it was such a good idea, but Puck insisted. Blaine finally settled on a nice button down and cardigan combo after seeing Puck was just going in a t shirt and jeans.
When they finally got to Puck's ma's house they sat outside in Puck's truck for five minutes before actually going inside.
"You're sure?" Blaine asked one more time. Puck nodded before leaning over and giving Blaine a quick kiss. They exited the car and took a few steps before Puck's hand found Blaine's again.
Puck opened the front door without knocking, dragging Blaine inside. They soon found themselves in the kitchen where Mrs. Puckerman was standing over the stove, her back to them. Puck was quick to let go of Blaine's hand and tackle his mother with a hug. Blaine chuckled at the sight.
"I brought someone, ma." Puck said excitedly before walking back over to Blaine. "Ma, this is Blaine." He explained. Mrs. Puckerman followed Puck's hand as it attached to Blaine. Her face went blank.
"N-Noah, can I talk to you in the other room?" Mrs. Puckerman stated more then asked before walking into the living room. Puck squeezed Blaine's hand before following his mother. Puck noticed Sarah going to the kitchen, dodging his hand as he tried to mess up her hair. The happiness of seeing his sister again was put on hold by the look on his mother's face. "What are you doing?" She whispered harshly.
"What?"
"Why are you holding hands with that boy?" She asked, still in whispered.
"He's…he's my boyfriend." Puck explained. It was the first time he had actually said it out loud. The word felt unfamiliar on his tongue, but not wrong.
"He's you're what?" She asked, not bothering to whisper this time.
"You heard me." Puck said, putting on his brave face.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No I'm not kidding." Puck replied, standing a little taller.
"I cannot believe you." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "First you get a girl pregnant, then you go to juvie, and now you decide you're gay on a holy day. You have a fucking nerve."
"I'm not gay." Puck argued.
"You sure look gay when you hold that fag's hand."
"Don't you talk about him like that." Puck growled. His mother looked at him with wide eyes.
"I think you should leave." His mother said quietly before looking down at where her hands were clutching a dish rag.
"I think that's a good idea." He said, taking a second before walking back into the kitchen, grabbing Blaine's hand, and dragging him to the truck.
Puck didn't talk for the rest of the night, only grunting when Blaine suggested they find a nice take out place. Blaine didn't push him to talk, knowing exactly what he was going through. They ate mostly in silence, with Blaine quietly commenting on how good the food is or cute Puck's little sister was.
"Whenever you're ready, just know I'm here for you," Blaine told him when they settled into bed that night. "I'm always here for you." Puck held Blaine a little tighter.
When Puck stumbled out of bed the next morning he found a menorah in the kitchen.
"Blaine texted me last night asking me to get it," Quinn said as she walked into the living room. Puck went straight back into the bedroom and woke Blaine up with a sloppy kiss. They celebrated the rest of Hanukkah together in their apartment, and even though Puck didn't want to admit it, he thought that he could get used to celebrating things with Blaine.
When Christmas finally rolled around Puck had surprised Blaine with a watch and a complete crib. Blaine had surprised Puck with a sweater and divulging his plans to take them to his parent's house.
"You got invited?" Puck asked.
"Well, no. But that's my family, and I have every right to be there." Blaine reasoned.
"Don't get me wrong, I love crashing parties, but maybe this isn't a good idea." Puck tried.
"I know it isn't," Blaine said quietly, looking down at his new watch, "but I need to go. I need to see Belinda." Puck grabbed his hand and asked if he should make some food for them to bring.
The pair found themselves walking up the Anderson driveway around noon. Blaine rang the doorbell, Puck standing a few feet behind him. Blaine's aunt ended up opening the door.
"Blaine!" She cooed as she grabbed him into a hug. Blaine identified the distinct smell of cat on her right away. "I thought you weren't coming. You're dad said you had moved out." She continued as she released him. She noticed Puck then. "And who is this striking young man?" She smiled.
"This is my boyfriend, Noah." He said proudly, ignoring how wide her eyes became at the word 'boyfriend'. He turned to Puck. "Noah, this is my Aunt, Alisha."
"Pleasure to meet you," Puck smiles as he reached out his hand. It took her a second to wake up and take his hand.
"C-come in." She said with a forced smile and led them into the living room where the rest of his family were sitting around, drinking and catching up. Once Blaine entered the room a shout of his name froze the room completely, Belinda immediately barreling into his legs, almost making him fall over. He quickly knelt down and wrapper her up in a hug.
"Blaine," a more stern voice said. He let go of Belinda and stood up to find his Father and mother standing behind Belinda. "Can we talk to you in the kitchen for a second?" Blaine swallowed the lump and his throat and nodded. As he followed his parents he looked back to see Puck hugging Belinda, and her prattling on about all of the drawings she had for him. "What are you doing here?" Blaine's father asked as soon as the door swung shut.
"I came to see my family." Blaine explained.
"You know you need to ask permission to come here." Blaine's father reminded him. "And you brought that delinquent."
"I know, I know. I just…I'll leave soon, okay? Just…give me some time with Belinda. Please." Blaine begged.
"Okay." Blaine's mother agreed.
"An hour, and then I expect you and that boy to leave." His father quickly added.
"His name is Noah and he's my boyfriend." Blaine stated before turning and leaving. He spent the next hour with Noah and Belinda in her room goofing off and giving her the necklace he got or her. As they left Belinda made him promise to bring Princess Q next time he came. When they got back to the apartment they decided to lie down and take a nap.
"I'm not a screw up, you know?" Puck said after a few minutes of silence. Blaine snuggled into him more.
"I know." Blaine mumbled against his chest.
"And you aren't either." Puck reminded him. Blaine kissed Puck's chest through his shirt before falling asleep.
Author's Note: 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. The next chapter is going to focus the pregnancy more.