Fic: It's A Bittersweet Life Ch. 6/?
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 |
Author's Note: Sorry about the wait again. I actually spent the night in the ER. Anyone ever had kidney stones? I do not suggest getting any, although the shots they gave me for the pain were amazing. Anyways, I hope this chapter makes up for the wait. I want to thank my new beta, Dani. Anyways, enjoy!
Burt sped home, his vision a blur. Kurt and Finn? Under his roof? Under his nose? He was livid. When he got home he called out Kurt's name.
"Dad?" Kurt answered. Burt stumbled into the kitchen where his son's voice had come from to see Kurt slumped against the counter smelling a white rose.
"Where'd you get that?" Burt asked sternly. Kurt was oblivious to his father's harsh tone, his brain too clouded with lust.
"From my boyfriend." Kurt explained.
"Who is he?"
"What?" Kurt asked, finally breaking out of his haze and looking up at his father.
"Who is he? Who is this boyfriend of your?"
"I told you, I can't tell you."
"Tell me who it is." Burt growled through gritted teeth. Finn, having heard yelling, came downstairs. He stopped a few feet behind Burt. Kurt
noticed him but kept his eyes on his father.
"Dad, you know I love you, but it's none of your business."
"It's my business when it's under my roof." Burt said as he stepped closer to his son. Kurt froze and paled immediately.
"What?" Kurt asked breathlessly.
"Someone told me that you and Finn were together. Is that true?" Burt asked again.
"Wh-who said that?" Kurt stuttered.
"It doesn't matter who told me, is it true?" Burt asked again. Kurt, scared and not sure what to say, looked to Finn. Burt saw his son's eyes shift and turned around to see Finn standing there, looking like a dear caught in the headlights. "God damn it Kurt." Burt yelled while throwing his cap off and turning back to Kurt.
"Dad, please calm down," Kurt tried.
"How am I supposed to calm down when my son is fooling around in my house with his stepbrother?" Burt continued to yell.
"I know dad, but you need to calm down. You're heart." Kurt pleaded.
"My heart is fine." Burt grumbled, even though he knew his son was right. He sighed and wiped his hand over his forehead. He turned to Finn. "Is your mother home?" He asked. Finn nodded. "Finn, I think it would be best if you slept over at a friend's house tonight." Finn nodded again as Burt turned to Kurt. "And don't think I'm done with you for the night." He warned before stomping upstairs.
Kurt watched his dad leave and Finn remained still.
"He knows." Kurt whispered, making Finn look at him. "Someone told him, he knows." Kurt continued to whisper. Finn quickly moved around the kitchen and wrapped Kurt up in his arms. "He hates me."
"He doesn't hate you, he loves you. That's why he's so mad," Finn reasoned softly to him as he rubbed Kurt's back. Kurt clutched onto Finn's shirt as tears started to leak from his eyes. "It'll be okay. We have each other, we'll be okay." Finn tried to assure him.
"Where are you going to go?" Kurt asked when he finally pulled his face out of Finn's shirt.
"I'll try Mike. Maybe Artie. If worst comes to worst, Rachael."
"Worse comes to worst." Kurt corrected him unconsciously.
"See, you're already feeling better." Finn smiled down at him as he wiped a stray tear away. Kurt bit his lip to suppress his smile and blinked up at his boyfriend. "I'll be fine. You just need to make sure that by the time I come back tomorrow your dad won't still want to kill me."
The next morning Puck did make them breakfast, to show them he was 'totally a badass cook', and to avoid any threatening voicemails and text messages he might have. Even Ms. Fabray liked the meal, smiling with the kids and asking them what their plans were for the day. Afterwards they went to go check out the apartment Quinn had talked about the night before, Ms. Fabray opting to stay home and do Blaine and Quinn's laundry.
When they go to the apartments it wasn't exactly what Blaine was expecting. He wasn't expecting it to be extravagant or so old and rusty the paint was coming off the walls, but he didn't think he'd find a nice, clean, and quiet building. Quinn led them to the leasing office, having visited the day before. She asked if they could look at a room on the first floor. The landlord led them down to the last apartment in the hallway and let them in.
"This is our standard two bedroom apartment. It has a kitchen area, one bathroom, and a small patio." The landlord explained as Blaine and Quinn started to wander through the rooms.
"Do you have any with three bedrooms?" Puck asked her, staying near the door.
"We only have one and two bedroom apartments here. Aren't you…?" The landlord started to assume. Quinn quickly grabbed Puck's arm.
"We're planning on getting married, yes." Quinn smiled to her.
"And I'm just here to help with rent." Blaine chimed in as he came out of one of the bedrooms. They spent about ten more minutes checking out the rooms and asking a few questions before going to take Puck to work.
"I like it. It's nice and it's in our price range." Blaine said as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Yeah, but how is this two bedroom thing going to work?" Puck asked from the backseat.
"We can share the rooms. Like, Blaine could get a room and I could get a room, but we could take turns sleeping in them." Quinn reasoned.
"And we could put a futon in the middle room so it'll be like another bed." Blaine suggested. Puck kept a frown on his face.
"I'm still not sure about it." Puck grumbled.
"How about, if you find another place in a week, we'll reconsider. And if you can't find some place better, then I think we've found our new home." Quinn smiled. Blaine mirrored her smile while Puck rolled his eyes.
Burt was pacing outside the shop when they pulled up. When Burt saw what car was pulling up he stopped pacing. Blaine slowed to a stop in front of the older man. Puck reluctantly got out of the car.
"You have the day off work," Burt barked as he pointed his finger at Puck. He then moved his finger to Blaine. "You, in my office. Now." Blaine had heard Burt yell before, but it had never been directed at him, and it scared him more then he'd like to admit. He immediately got out of the car and followed Burt through the garage into his office. "Sit." He ordered and Blaine sat quickly. Burt walked around to start pacing behind his desk. The room was silent for a minute, Blaine too scared to talk and Burt trying to find where to start. "Finn and Kurt," he blurted
out. "They're together," he stated more then asked.
"Y-yes," Blaine answered, finally finding his voice.
"They've been together for a while?" Burt asked. Blaine chose to nod this time. "Is that why you and Kurt broke up?" Blaine nodded again. "And when I asked you, you didn't tell me?" Burt asked incredulously, slamming his palms on his desk, his voice at the loudest Blaine had ever heard it. Blaine cringed, closing his eyes. When he opened his eyes Burt was frozen, staring at Blaine with wide eyes. "Blaine," Burt said, his voice barely there. Blaine then noticed his arms were wrapped protectively around his stomach. Burt knew the meaning of it immediately. Blaine paled.
"I…I-"
"Are…is it even possible for," Burt started to babble. "Blaine," he started without knowing how to end it. He walked to the front of his desk and Blaine got to his feet.
"I'm so sorry Sir, I didn't mean to-I mean, I didn't even know it was possible, and then suddenly he wasn't there anymore and I was throwing up a lot and I went to the doctors and they told me I was…I was," Blaine choked on the lump in his throat, hot tears racing down his face, but he couldn't stop himself from continuing. "And then my dad kicked me out, and he hates me, Kurt hates me, and…and…"
Burt pulled the sobbing boy to him, wrapping his arms around Blaine and holding him snug to his chest. Blaine clutched onto Burt's shirt, letting himself break. Burt thought to himself that he hadn't had to comfort a weeping boy in a long time, and even though he just learned that he was going to have a grandchild, he thought about his son. His son, who's been happy this year, happier than any previous year. His son, who hadn't needed cheering up in a long, long time. He thought about who made his son that happy, even in the face of losing his best friend. Burt knew Finn was a good kid, not the brightest, but good all the way down to his core. Before he could think any more about it Blaine's legs gave out, his weight falling onto Burt and bringing the matter at hand back to the front of his mind, he was going to be a grandfather.
"I wonder what that's about." Quinn wondered aloud as Blaine and Burt disappeared into the garage.
"It might have something to do with what I did yesterday," Puck guessed. Quinn turned around, her raised eyebrow asking the question for her. "I might have let it slip Finn and Kurt are together."
"What?"
"I though he knew, and he was talking about Kurt being weird, and-" Puck tried.
"I can't believe you." She huffed.
"Whatever," Puck brushed her off. "You can't tell me that Kurt didn't have this coming to him."
"You're going to have something coming to you when he finds out you're the one who told him." She resolved before turning around. Puck just let out a huff and slumped in his seat.
The car was silent until Blaine came back out of the garage five minutes later. He quickly got into the car, started it, and sped off.
"You okay, dude?" Puck asked cautiously.
"Fine." Blaine said quickly. They soon found themselves in front of Puck's house.
"Um, thanks. I'll, uh, I'll see you tomorrow." Puck said, a bit confused, as he got out of the car. Blaine didn't stay to see if Puck made it inside, instead waiting until he heard the door close before heading back Quinn's. Quinn knew to stay silent while he was driving.
When they pulled up outside the house Blaine turned the car off but didn't move to get out or even unbuckle his seatbelt. Quinn stayed in her seat, only moving to unbuckle herself and turn to Blaine.
"He knows." Blaine told her quietly.
"About Kurt and Finn?" Quinn tried. "I know. Puck told me wha-"
"No. He knows…about the baby, he knows." Blaine told her. Quinn was baffled. She opened her mouth to say something, to comfort him or ask how, but nothing just came out. "He said…he said he wouldn't tell Kurt, not yet, but that if I was serious I would have to tell him…and to come back sometime this week." He finally turned to her, his eyes starting to tear up again. "This is happening, isn't it? I'm having a baby." He let out a dry laugh. "It's so easy to push it aside when I'm at school, or when I'm hanging out with you or Puck, but this is happening. It's happening if I'm ready or not." A tear slide down his cheek as Quinn went to grab his hands. "I'm having a baby." Blaine said with a real smile. She smiled back at him. "I'm having a baby, Quinn." He smiled wider before biting his lip and crying again.
When Puck got inside he slumped against the door, confused by Blaine's sudden mood shift. He wanted to know what Burt had said to him. He was the one to let it slip to Burt, not Blaine. He should be punished, not Blaine. He sighed and walked into his kitchen, somehow still hungry. In the kitchen he found his mother drinking a cup of coffee.
"Look who's home." She smirked into her cup as Puck opened the fridge. "Where were you last night?" She asked while taking a seat at the counter.
"I spent the night at Blaine's." He told her, taking out a carton of orange juice and looking for a glass.
"Oh, Blaine," She teased. "You seem to be spending a lot of time with this Blaine."
"He just transferred and he doesn't have a lot of friends."
"How nice of you. Are you sure you're still Noah?" She grinned.
"Oh ha ha." He grumbled before putting the carton back in the fridge and taking a seat next to his mom. "Listen ma, I need to talk to you about something." He said. The smile dropped from his mother's face.
"Oh god, did you get someone pregnant again?" His mother asked seriously.
"What? No. It's nothing like that." He assured her.
"Oh thank god," she breathed.
"No. It's just, I think I'm going to move out, ma."
"What?" She asked, confused.
"Blaine was kicked out of his house a little while ago, and right now he's staying with Quinn, but they're both going to find an apartment and move out and I'm going to join them."
"You think or you are?"
"Are. Am. I'm moving in with them. That's why I got the job at the garage."
"I see." She said, her eyes dropping to her coffee and her tone not giving away what she was feeling. She took a small sip before continuing. "Are you sure you're ready for that?"
"Honestly? No," he admitted. "But I'm think I need to grow up, and I think this is how I'm going to do it."
"Well," she sighed, "if you think it's best." She finally smiled and grabbed his hand.
"Thank you." He said softly as he mirrored her smile.
"I'll love you still," she told him as she got up, "even though you're just leaving me and Sarah here to fend for ourselves." She joked as she left the room. He rolled his eyes at her.
The next day Blaine's smile was glued on his face. Puck was happy to see Blaine was somewhat back to normal. The boys met at lunch and decided to skip choreography and do their number acoustically. They went through it a few times to make sure everything was as it should be. As group dispersed to enjoy what was left of their lunch, Finn walked up to Blaine.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked, his face giving away how nervous he was. Blaine looked up at him in surprised.
"Hey Blaine, you comin'?" Puck asked as he walked up next to Blaine, glaring at Finn while he spoke.
"I-I'll be there in a minute." Blaine assured him. Puck made sure to catch Finn's eye and send him one more menacing glance before leaving Finn and Blaine alone in the choir room.
"I just wanted to thank you, for the advice with the flowers and the song. He really liked it." Finn smiled his dopey smile that cut Blaine a bit.
"You're welcome." Blaine replied with a forced smile.
"And...I want to say I'm sorry. I know what I did was terrible and stupid and I'm sorry. I know you hate me, but-"
"I don't…I don't hate you. Or Kurt." Blaine said softly, dropping his gaze down to his shoes. He noticed how big Finn's feet are. "I don't hate
you."
"You should. I know I would. I did, when Puck did it to me." Finn confessed to him.
"What good would hating you two do?" He asked, looking up at Finn again. "With school work and glee I don't have time hate." Finn smiled at him and clapped Blaine on his shoulder before turning to walk out. When he got to the door he turned around.
"Thank you." Finn said with a real smile.
"For what?" Blaine asked, confused. Finn just kept smiling at him and walked out.
Puck was nervous about leaving Blaine alone with Finn. Neither Finn nor Kurt has sent him anything threatening over the weekend and at school they didn't show any signs that they knew it was him who had told Burt. He was worried that they would think Blaine did it and possibly hurt him, even though they both hadn't been known to do that.
"Puck?" Sam asked. Puck blinked out of his fog to see Sam standing in front of him.
"Yeah?" He answered.
"Are you alright, man?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. What's up with you? How was your weekend with the girls?" Puck smirked at him as they continued down the hall. Sam blushed and looked down for a second.
"It was nice. Kind of confusing though." Sam confessed.
"What? Why? What did Brittany do?" Puck questioned. Sam laughed.
"She didn't do anything. They asked me to be their boyfriend." Sam divulged.
"Their boyfriend?"
"Yeah, like both of them. At the same time."
"I don't see what's so confusing about that." Puck teased.
"I mean, it's awesome, but I just…it feels like they're using me, you know? And I'm not sure that's what I want." Sam said sincerely as they
reach the cafeteria.
"I don't think I'm the one to talk to about this," Puck said, his smile fading. "The last time I tried to have a real relationship it didn't work out that well." He added. Sam nodded as they joined the girls at a table.
On Monday the guys preformed and on Tuesday the girls did their number, Ms. Pillsbury and Coach Beiste being there to help Mr. Schue judge. On Wednesday it was announced, to no one's surprise, that the girls were the victors. Mr. Schue was going to let them go early when Finn piped up.
"Actually, Mr. Schue, I'd like to do a little something if you don't mind." Finn said as he stood up.
"Of course," He assured as he took his a seat. Finn grabbed a stool and a guitar and set up in the middle of the room.
"So, this is for someone, and even though they shouldn't, I hope they listen." He said softly before staring.
He fell to the bottom of his life, This wasn't meant for two,
He struggles to find himself in time, But he can barely move,
Just try and get up, You've gotta slowly brush off,
I know that words aren't enough, but you're better than this.
Save your heart for someone that's worth dying for, Don't give it away
Torn apart, Never getting what you've been crying for, It's always the same
He turns the pages every day, Just to change the mood,
But every chapter reads the same,
So hard to make it through
Just try and get up, You gotta slowly brush off,
I know that words aren't enough,
But you're better than this
Save your heart for someone that's worth dying for, Don't give it away
Torn apart, Never getting what you've been crying for, It's always the same
And you give, And they take,
And it's love that you want
But not love that you make
Save your heart for someone that's worth dying for, Don't give it away
Save your heart for someone who leaves you breathless,
And I know that you're scared,
Seems like someone said you had it in you,
All along you said you knew this was wrong,
But still worth dying for
Save your heart for someone who leaves you breathless,
And I know that you're scared,
Seems like someone said you had it in you,
All along you said you knew this was wrong,
But still worth dying for
And you give, And they take
And it's love that you want
But not love that you make
Save your heart for someone that's worth dying for
Don't give it away, Don't give it away
The room was silent while the last notes faded. No one knew what to make of Finn's song, since it obviously wasn't aimed at Kurt. Blaine was the first one to react by standing up and clapping, softly at first but slowly getting louder. Kurt was the next one to follow, then Quinn. The
rest of the club, confused, followed their lead and gave Finn a standing ovation. He stood up to bow, keeping his eyes on Blaine the whole time. Blaine just smiled back at him, truly happy.
Thursday night Quinn and Blaine found themselves cuddled up in Quinn's room watching TV.
"So, what did Burt say?" She asked finally.
"He cried a little, and then asked if I needed money. He also asked me if I wanted to move in." He told her, his tone casual.
"What did you say?" She asked anxiously.
"I told him to keep his money, and that I'm not moving in with them." He answered, snuggling into her more. She ran her fingers through his hair a few times.
"The hotel called today." She continued a couple minutes later. "I got the job."
"Really?" He asked, lifting his head up to look at her. She nodded. "That's great."
"Have you heard from Breadstix?" She asked cautiously. He laid his head back down on her stomach.
"They were supposed to call today, but they never did." He told her. She didn't say anything, just continued to pet his hair.
Friday Puck found himself at Quinn's. He was somehow tricked into making everyone dinner.
"And why do you look so happy tonight Blaine?" Ms. Fabray asked when everyone finally sat down for the meal.
"Breadstix called." He announced brightly. "I got the job."
"That's great man," Puck congratulated. Quinn smacked his arm.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Quinn asked with feigned annoyance.
"I wanted to wait until everyone was here." He smiled at her then looked over at Puck. "Which reminds me, Puck, have you found any better
apartments?"
"No," he grumbled.
"So are those apartments okay, then?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah, I guess." He begrudgingly agreed. Quinn squealed and clapped while Blaine bit his lip to suppress a bright smile. Then Quinn and Blaine went into a flurry of how they wanted to decorate and what they wanted to put where, and Puck just smiled on, keeping to himself that he never actually looked for other apartments.
Author's Note: So what did you think of this chapter? Tell me what you like or didn't like about this chapter so I can make better ones in the future! I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, I know things are moving kind of slow, but things are about to pick up. The apartment they're moving into looks like this. I don't know why I feel like that is important bu I do. Anyways, I hope you liked it and I hope you stick around.
Song List:
Save Your Heart - Mayday Parade
When Finn does the song it's meant to be acoustic, but I don't have an acoustic version, so just imagine.