Drabble! Klaine, past-mpreg, angst, baby blues
Title: Drabble #1
Pairing: Klaine
Rating: PG?
Summary: Kurt can't cope.
Warnings: Past mpreg, baby blues?
AN: This is what happens when you watch eastenders at 1am while thinking of Klaine prompts.
"Kurt..." Blaine whispered, confused and afraid, as Kurt desposited the little snoozing bundle of pink into his arms.
The fluffy blanket soothing the goosebumps that keep appearing on his bared torso.
Kurt shook his head, using his sleeve to wipe at his tears and nose. And shook his head again. And again. And again.
"We can-"
"No. No we-we...I can't. I can't." He sobbed, shoving his prized sweaters into a carry case.
"We'll figure something out. You're stressed out-"
The zip sounded final as Kurt closed the case and heaved it up, not looking as he passed his boyfriend and his baby on the way out the front door.
"It's 1am, Kurt, where are you-what are you-" Blaine trailed off as he followed Kurt out of the door, into the street barefoot as Kurt loaded the car.
Silence stretched around them, between them, as Kurt closed the trunk and slowly turned around.
Blaine didn't even give him time to walk the few feet that was between them. He stood in front of Kurt, tears of his own blurring his vision. The sleeping 4 month old held tight to his chest.
"Just-Just take care of her. For me. Just..." Kurt shook his head, and he bowed his head to nuzzle the fine curls on his daughter's head.
"I love you." He whispered, kissing her forehead once, before taking a step back and twisting around on his heel to jog back to his car.
"Wait! KURT!-" Blaine's frantic voice was drowned out by the roar of their car, as Kurt drove away.
Kurt wouldn't look back. He couldn't look back.
His eyes flickered, and he could see Blaine, standing in only a pair of sleeping pants, and their little baby pressed in close to his chest, in the middle of the road.
His breath was coming in quick, shallow pants, and the tears kept sqeezing from his sore eyes.
I'm sorry.
Pairing: Klaine
Rating: PG?
Summary: Kurt can't cope.
Warnings: Past mpreg, baby blues?
AN: This is what happens when you watch eastenders at 1am while thinking of Klaine prompts.
"Kurt..." Blaine whispered, confused and afraid, as Kurt desposited the little snoozing bundle of pink into his arms.
The fluffy blanket soothing the goosebumps that keep appearing on his bared torso.
Kurt shook his head, using his sleeve to wipe at his tears and nose. And shook his head again. And again. And again.
"We can-"
"No. No we-we...I can't. I can't." He sobbed, shoving his prized sweaters into a carry case.
"We'll figure something out. You're stressed out-"
The zip sounded final as Kurt closed the case and heaved it up, not looking as he passed his boyfriend and his baby on the way out the front door.
"It's 1am, Kurt, where are you-what are you-" Blaine trailed off as he followed Kurt out of the door, into the street barefoot as Kurt loaded the car.
Silence stretched around them, between them, as Kurt closed the trunk and slowly turned around.
Blaine didn't even give him time to walk the few feet that was between them. He stood in front of Kurt, tears of his own blurring his vision. The sleeping 4 month old held tight to his chest.
"Just-Just take care of her. For me. Just..." Kurt shook his head, and he bowed his head to nuzzle the fine curls on his daughter's head.
"I love you." He whispered, kissing her forehead once, before taking a step back and twisting around on his heel to jog back to his car.
"Wait! KURT!-" Blaine's frantic voice was drowned out by the roar of their car, as Kurt drove away.
Kurt wouldn't look back. He couldn't look back.
His eyes flickered, and he could see Blaine, standing in only a pair of sleeping pants, and their little baby pressed in close to his chest, in the middle of the road.
His breath was coming in quick, shallow pants, and the tears kept sqeezing from his sore eyes.
I'm sorry.