Mini-Bang Story #1-25
Title: Just a Whisper Away
Author: mimiheart
Beta:sayuri_rose_k
Artist: bumerbmw
Rating: PG-13/light R
Characters/Pairing Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Blaine/Puck (non-romantic, but it’s there)
Spoilers/WarningsAnything aired for spoilers. Do I need to warn for mpreg in the Mpreg minibang?
Summary: Fantasies are meant to be explored, and nothing bad can go wrong from a night of experimentation with a friend, right? Between wedding plans and a hectic life in general, they never expected this
Notes: Thanks to my beta, sayuri_rose_k, for helping me through this. All remaining mistakes are my own. And thanks to bumerbmw for the lovely picture to go along with this! I’ve never collaborated before. I really like what you did! Title is from the song in Babes in Toyland, but this isn’t a songfic. Hope you all enjoy!
Time is near, love,
When our lives will entwine.
Dear, love,
Soon you'll vow to be mine.
All that I've dreamed,
Day after day,
Just a whisper away.
~From Babes in Toyland 1961
“If you could have one sexual fantasy come true, what would it be?” Blaine asked as he typed away at his computer.
They were sitting in their bedroom. Blaine was playing with his laptop on the bed, Kurt at his vanity.
“Really?”
“Really. This is an important questionnaire I’m filling out on our compatibility.”
“We’re getting married in a few months. You’d better not be having second thoughts now.”
“This is a very serious question, Kurt. Just answer it.”
“Okay. I want to have sex in a tree with branches poking and scraping me, marring my absolutely perfect skin, with the thought of falling from it at any moment always on our minds. Maybe with my dad watching...”
Blaine threw a pillow at him.
“Seriously, I like how we have sex. I mean, maybe we’re a bit vanilla in comparison to some of what I’ve heard, but I’m pretty okay with that. Remember; Broadway, romance. I like cuddling and relaxing by the fire and talking with you about our relationship. Sex is just one more layer added to that. Isn’t it? Or have I gone back to ok
boring high-school Kurt again?”
“You were never boring.”
“So you’ve said.”
“It’s true. So what you’re saying is that in all of the things that make up Kurt E. Hummel, there’s not one thing in the deepest darkest corners of your mind that you want to try? Before or after we’re married?”
“Well, we could always pull up my high school bucket list... I know Taylor Lautner is no longer even remotely a part of my fantasies. But I’m sure there’s something on that list that may be applicable today.”
He scrolled through the list that had been transferred from phone to phone.
“Oooh. ‘52. Sex on a beach.’ Thinking about the reality of it makes me think of sand in places I don’t want sand. Wow, I was clinical! ‘73. Intercrural Sex.’ I think I should cross that one off. Multiple times. Oh,” he paused.
“What?”
“Oh...”
“Kurt...?”
“Nope, that’s about it.”
Blaine jumped up and at grabbed the phone in Kurt’s hand, trying to see what he was looking at.
“No!” Kurt yelped.
“Just tell me!”
“It’s embarrassing! And NO! Besides, I don’t really want to.”
“I’m going to be your husband in a few months. Do you really want to keep secrets from me?”
“...”
“Kurt.”
“I just -- It’s not something I ever thought about really. And if we did it, I’d want it to be perfect. It’s embarrassing and it’s not something I would want more than once, I think. And I just wanted to see and I remember writing it, but it really is just a fantasy not reality, and I know that. And you are perfect and more than anything I ever wanted, and don’t ever think that you’re not, okay?”
“Hey, hey. Breathe. I’m not going to make you do anything that you don’t want to. I really do think we’re fine as we are, too. If you want to tell me, do. If you’re really uncomfortable, don’t. I’m not going to push you on this anymore.” He held up his hands. “Okay? I love you.”
Kurt pulled him into a hug. “I love you, too. It says, ‘have a threesome.’ But this was before I met you, and I didn’t really understand anything about anything.”
“Okay. I’m not judging you. I can’t say that the idea never crossed my mind at any point in time either.”
“Really? I’m not some sort of weird sex freak?”
“No. But I’m not sure I want to share you either.”
“Oh, really? Who said anything about sharing me? Maybe I would be sharing you.” Kurt kissed him. “Seriously, though, it was a silly high school idea. And while I can’t say the thought of being held between you and another man as you both take me, with you kissing me and keeping me yours while you both pleasure me mercilessly has never passed through my fantasies...” he paused while Blaine groaned into his neck, “I will say that I’m perfectly happy with it remaining there.”
“... Ugh. Are you sure? Because suddenly the thought of sharing you for one night doesn’t seem so improbable.”
Kurt laughed and pushed them both onto the bed. “We’ll talk about it, maybe.”
They did talk about it. Every night for a week they talked about it. Always as a hypothetical. If they were to try it. If Kurt were comfortable. If Blaine were comfortable. If it were before they were married. If it were after they were married. If Kurt were to bottom. If Blaine were to participate.
Then there was a plan. Neither was quite sure how it happened. Both were very happy with the idea. It was comfortable. It was Kurt and Blaine doing something together and exploring, and nothing was going to be coming between them, just adding to it.
For one night. Just one night, they would take another person -- someone they both trusted and were friends with -- into their bed. Kurt would bottom. Blaine would top, Dominate, control everything. Kurt or Blaine could call things off at any time. It was all hashed out--except for one thing. The third person.
They threw names around. Friends from work. Friends from college. They worked their way back in time until they got back to high school.
“Finn?” Blaine suggested.
“Ew! That’s my brother.”
“Good point. Besides, I don’t think he’d go for it.”
“He wouldn’t. Wes?”
“Is married with a child.”
“Doesn’t mean a whole lot.”
“It means a lot to him. Mike?”
“Nope. He’s... he’s not in the right place for that right now. In a few years he might be willing but he’s still discovering what his sexual orientation is. I think springing the idea of a threesome on him would be too much.”
“Hmm...”
“Blaine, who are you thinking of?”
“Well, what about Puck? I’m not entirely sure of his orientation, but I’m pretty sure he’ll bang anything that moves. And you two got pretty close over the years, and he and I never had a problem...”
“Puck! You have got to be...” Kurt trailed off, “...actually. That’s not a half bad idea.”
And so it was decided. Their half-joking fantasy of a threesome was a full-blown plan. A phone call later, with a remark of, “It’s sex, dudes! Hells yeah I’m in!” and Puck was on board as well.
Puck’s reputation in bed was well earned. He didn’t have much experience with men, but, as he crudely put it, “A hole’s a hole.”
Kurt momentarily freaked out when the condom they had convinced Puck to use broke, but Puck assured them he was clean. And afterwards, Kurt and Blaine decided that it was worth the experiment, but they were perfectly content with the way things were between them. The event was put out of their minds as wedding plans moved ahead.
Soon they found themselves in a fog of wedding plans and work. Kurt was absolutely running himself ragged between designing all of the bridesmaids’ dresses and the reception decorations. Blaine tried to get him to take a break, but he insisted that it all had to be perfect, and he didn’t trust anyone else. At least he hired someone else to bake the cake and do the catering.
“Hun, you need to take a break. You’re going to make yourself sick; you’re losing weight,” Blaine said.
“I am not. I just don’t have time to eat. I’ll make sure to not make it a nonfat mocha this morning. Okay? I have to get this stuff done. And between the costumes for the show, and the dresses for the wedding, and our tuxes... I’m surprised my fingers aren’t bleeding.”
“Have dinner with me tonight? I’ll take you someplace nice. I’m worried about you.”
“I’m fine. I really just haven’t felt like eating. I’m sure it’s just stress. But I will not turn down a night off for dinner. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
When Blaine got home that evening, he found Kurt asleep at his sewing machine. He gently shook him.
“Mmm? Oh no! I needed to finish this one today! I’m going to be behind now.”
Blaine took Kurt’s face in his hands. “Hey. It’s okay. I can help a little. I know how to use a sewing machine, at least. You promised me a dinner out. And I can tell how exhausted you are. Go on. Wash your face and let’s go out. Then we’re coming back here, and I’m tucking you in.”
“But...”
“No buts. You owe me, Mr. Hummel.”
“Very well, then, Mr. Anderson. But when Rachel and Mercedes are standing next to us naked, it’s your fault.”
“They won’t be. Go on. Get ready. We’re going out.”
“I don’t know why I’m so tired. I know I did more than this in college. I almost single-handedly put together costumes for multiple shows on top of studying for finals. That’s not including set design for The Secret Garden Junior Year.”
“I’m afraid the answer’s obvious, Kurt.”
“Oh?”
“You’re not young, anymore.”
Kurt half-heartedly threw a dinner roll at him. “Yes, I’ve obviously passed the prime of my life at the age of twenty-seven. It’s all downhill from here.”
“Seriously, Kurt. I think it’s just that the wedding is a huge deal. We’re both more than a little stressed about it. There’s finding places to put people, there’s making sure everyone else is doing their job -- don’t think I don’t know that you’re not checking in on the caterers -- there’s the dress designs, there’s the tuxes, not to mention just the inherent stress of getting married. But it’s not a sign of weakness to ask for help.”
“I know. But there are some things that I just don’t trust anyone else to do. Our tuxes are going to be fabulous. You’ve got the seating arrangements done. But since I’m not wearing a wedding dress, nor do I want to -- I want the dresses in my wedding to be perfect. And that means these. And the decorations for the reception. Blaine, I’m only getting married once. And my husband is perfect. I want everything else to be, too.”
“And it will be. But it’s okay to delegate. You have friends. Hire some of the costuming staff from the show to help with the dresses. I know you trust them, or you wouldn’t have hired them to work with you. The dresses are already designed and measured; they just need to sew, right? I already told you I can work a sewing machine. And I can hot glue like nobody’s business. How many nights did I help with set design? We can get this done together. We’re in this together. This isn’t just for the wedding, this is for life, for forever.”
“Forever. I like the sound of that.”
“Well, that’s what marriage is, silly.”
“I know.”
“So, when we go home, I’m still tucking you in, because even though you took a nap this afternoon, you still look like you got hit by a bus...”
“Hey! Be nice.”
“The truth hurts. You’re exhausted and it shows. You’re getting a full eight hours rest, tonight, no arguments. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Delegating helped a little. But Kurt was still tired and weary when the wedding finally came. It was beautiful, and perfect. Kurt and Blaine each wrote their own vows, bringing tears to each other’s (and more than a few guests’) eyes.
At the reception, they made their way around the dance floor. Burt insisted on a dance with his son, laughing when the DJ put on “Beauty and the Beast.”
“You doing okay, kid?”
“Yeah, Dad.”
“You look a little pale.”
“It’s just been a little hectic. And I’ve always been pale.”
“You know what I mean. I worry about you, father’s prerogative.”
“I know. And I’m fine. Blaine takes good care of me. I promise.”
“I know he does. You two made me so proud today. This whole thing was lovely.”
“Thanks. I mean it. I’m looking forward to the honeymoon part.”
Burt turned bright red.
“Dad. I’m talking about the not having to worry about planning or doing anything part of the honeymoon. Not... not that.”
“I get it, kid. I hope you have fun. You deserve the break.”
Kurt hugged his father tightly for the rest of the song and didn’t let anymore tears fall.
As the night wore on, through more dances and very little wine, he found himself seeking the comfort of Blaine. He wanted to be back in the suite the hotel had given them for the evening. And as much as he wanted to enjoy his wedding night, he was fighting to stay on his feet.
Puck found him by the bar. “Kurt, you okay?”
“Yeah, just getting some water. It’s hot in here.”
“Not really, dude. You look like you should sit down.”
“I’m fine. Just been going a bit too hard. Some water and I’ll be good.”
“Okay, you want me to get you anything else? Blaine? You really don’t look good.”
“It’s just hot. And maybe I’m a little dizzy.”
“Did you eat?”
“I think so. I had some chicken. Puck? I think I should sit down.” Kurt stumbled and gripped at Puck’s arm.
“I think I just said that.” Puck guided him over to the nearest table and grabbed one waiters with appetizer trays. “Eat these little cheesy potato things, they’re good. And drink your water. You’re really pale.”
Kurt rested his head on his arms.
Finn came over, a very drunk Rachel on his arm. “Hey, man, you okay?”
“I really wish people would stop asking me that. Just a little dizzy.”
“I’m going to get Blaine, can you two stay with him. Make him eat something? Maybe he had too much wine,” Puck said to Finn and Rachel.
“He is right here. And he only had a glass.”
“Kurt, it’s Blaine, sweetheart, can you look at me?”
“I’m not an invalid. I just got a little dizzy. Too much twirling on the dance floor. It’s too hot in here. I’m fine.”
“I’d believe you if you didn’t look like you were about to collapse. We had to have invited at least one doctor, right?”
“All of our friends were theater and arts majors. Maybe Mercedes’ date. But, Blaine, I’m fine, I promise. I just need to sit for a minute. I’m feeling better already.”
“Okay, but your pulse is racing. Kurt, I don’t like this. Drink some more water.”
Kurt took another sip.
“He’s totally pregnant.” No one noticed Brittany joining the group by the table.
Kurt spit it out. “Brittany, honey. You do know that men can’t actually get pregnant, right?”
“But you’ve never listened to people when they say you can’t do something. You can get pregnant.”
“No, I’m just worn out from this. And I’m feeling much better now that I’ve sat down for a while. Go on and dance. I’ll be up in a bit.”
Brittany wandered away, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear, “Why doesn’t he ever listen to me? I can tell these things.”
Kurt laughed. “I hope she never changes.”
“She won’t. You really feeling better? Or were you just humoring her?” Blaine looked concerned.
“I really am feeling better. It was weird. Just a little dizzy spell. Probably just dehydrated. The water and sitting helped.”
“And tired. I’m not going to let you out of bed during the honeymoon!”
“Yes, that’ll be relaxing.” Kurt raised an eyebrow.
“I will be a perfect gentleman the whole time, Mr. Anderson-Hummel.”
“I don’t believe you, Mr. Anderson-Hummel.”
Blaine leaned in for a kiss. “Promise me you’ll tell me if this continues. I will drag you to a doctor.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thank you.”
They took each other’s arms, refusing to let a little thing like a dizzy spell ruin their perfect wedding.
It didn’t stop. Their honeymoon didn’t go quite as they had thought. Blaine planned most of it; a cruise around the Caribbean. Kurt spent much of it seasick. Blaine apologized as much as he could.
Whenever they were allowed to depart the ship, Kurt enjoyed the solid ground, clutching Blaine as if he were a lifeline.
“Baby, I’m so sorry.”
“Not your fault. It’s lovely. I just wish boats didn’t move. I’ve never had a problem with them before.”
“You’ve never been on a cruise before.”
“True. I’ll stick to airplanes and trains.”
“And it isn’t so bad when we’re in the bunk, right?”
“No, it’s not bad at all then.”
And each port was more beautiful than the last. If Kurt was still dizzy and nauseous and could only enjoy saltines and ginger-ale and the odd apple, they chalked it up to lingering seasickness.
When they got back to New York, Kurt nearly kissed the ground of their apartment when he walked in.
“One week of staycation?” Blaine asked.
“You did not just use the word ‘staycation’. But yes. One week at home with nothing to do but enjoy my husband and write thank-you notes and relax.”
“Sounds delightful. Other than the thank-you notes part.”
“We’ll tackle them together.”
Blaine was getting more and more worried about Kurt. The week of rest and relaxation should have helped. But Kurt was not getting better. He didn’t look as green as he had on the cruise, but getting him to actually eat was near impossible, and his overall tiredness was just not going away.
“That’s it, Kurt, I’m taking you to the doctor.”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m tired of hearing that. You’re not fine. Something is wrong. I don’t know what. Please, for me?”
“Okay. Fine. I’ll see the doctor.”
After explaining the symptoms, he had an appointment that Friday.
“Hummel?”
“Anderson-Hummel. Or just Kurt.”
“Okay, well, we’re going to take your blood pressure. Hmm...”
“What is it?”
“I think the machine might be broken.”
“Oh? I’ve always had blood pressure on the low side.”
“Well, I’m surprised you’re conscious if that’s your blood pressure. Hold on and I’ll get a manual cuff.”
Kurt took a deep breath.
“Well, okay then. You’ve been complaining of dizziness?”
“Yes. And just general lethargy. Why, is something wrong? My dad had a heart attack. I watch what I eat.”
“Well, we’ll send you to a lab for blood work, and I’m not a doctor, but your blood pressure is remarkably low. Not high. I’m sure the doctor will order some other tests. Now, here’s a cup, and there’s the bathroom. You know what to do.”
“Yes. I’ll go take care of that.”
Kurt put on the scratchy gown and swung his legs on the bed.
“Did I really need to take off my clothes for this?” he asked when the doctor came into the room.
“Well, you were overdue for a general checkup, and yes. So, tell me what brings you in.”
“Don’t you have all that?”
“I do, but I want you to tell me anyhow.”
“Tired. Kind of nauseous. My husband made me.”
“So you’re recently married. Lots of stress.”
“Yes.”
“I’m concerned about the low blood pressure. Stress usually would do the opposite, as I’m sure you’re aware. You’ve also lost quite a bit of weight. Any headaches?”
“Yes. And dizziness. But mostly when I stand up.”
“I’ll put that with the low blood pressure. I’m going to send you to a lab for blood work. I want it done first thing in the morning, no eating or drinking first. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Lie back. I’m going to feel your belly...”
This is a message for Mr. Kurt Anderson-Hummel from your doctor’s office please call us back at your earliest convenience with your patient number. This is a message for Mr. Kurt Anderson-Hummel from your doctor’s office...
“Could they make their robocalls more generic?”
“Who was it?”
“Dr. Feldman’s office, I need to call them back. They couldn’t just call me and tell me what’s wrong with me. They had a machine call me to tell me to call them.”
“That’s logical.”
“Efficiency at its finest. Okay I’m calling them back. Let’s find out what I have.”
“Doctor’s office?”
“Hi, this is Kurt Anderson-Hummel; I just got a message saying to call you. It also said to have my patient number. Can’t say I know that.”
“That’s just your birthday. It’s great when the system is automated, but you’re talking to a human. Looking you up, and... Doctor wants to see you at your earliest convenience. Can you come in tomorrow?”
“That soon?”
“I’ve got a 911 next to your name. Looks important. So, if you can come in tomorrow morning...”
“I think I can. I’ll just have to stay a bit late at work to make up for it.”
“Great. Tomorrow at 8:30, you’re the first appointment. Don’t be late.”
“Thanks.” He turned off the phone. “Blaine? I know that you’re working tomorrow. But, I’m scared now. Maybe it’s nothing, but I’ve never had to go in for a test result. They always just say something stupid like, ‘Oh, it’s low iron, eat some liver,’ and then I’m fine. Or they don’t say anything other than that everything’s normal. Why is he making me go in?”
“Kurt, it’s probably nothing. We started going to Dr. Feldman because he’s more personable than the other doctors around. Maybe he just wants to tell you the results in person.”
“Why was there a 911 next to my name then?”
“Because they made you wait a week?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Everything is fine. You just need to take more vitamins and sleep. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you working overtime again now that you’re back at work.”
“Hey, I didn’t think that that many costumes could get destroyed in that amount of time and that my staff couldn’t handle it. And two actors are leaving, so I have to design new costumes for their replacements now while still sticking with the original plans...”
“Ssh... I know. I’ll go in with you.”
“So, do you want me to tell you right out or do you want me to be friendly first?” the doctor asked with a kindly smile.
“Just tell me. Do I have cancer? Am I dying? What is it?”
“Tell him. He didn’t sleep last night and he’s freaking out.”
“Well, nothing as serious as cancer, and you’re not dying. Actually, you’re pregnant.”
“That’s not funny,” Kurt and Blaine said in unison.
“I’m not joking.”
“Look, in case you missed it in medical school, I’m a man. And men can’t get pregnant.”
“Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m looking at a pregnant man right now.”
“Blaine, we’re leaving... I’m going to find a doctor that isn’t off his rocker.”
“I have all of the test results. And we can get the ultrasound machine in here to prove it. I’d like to anyhow, just to see how far along you are.”
“Kurt, sit down and listen to him. Please?”
“It has somehow managed to stay out of the news media. The few cases that have leaked, the medical community and people involved have managed to play off as transgendered men having babies. But there’s a fairly recent gene mutation that’s been discovered to allow certain men to get pregnant and carry babies.”
“But...”
“We don’t know how common it is. Only a small portion of the population is gay, and only a small portion of the gay community participates in unprotected anal sex in a way where pregnancy is possible. Even then, we haven’t figured out the mechanism that causes when men get pregnant. It isn’t ovulation the way it is in women.”
“This is all a bit much to take in.” Kurt looked at Blaine nervously.
“Kurt, I’d like to do an ultrasound here. I’m not an OB-GYN, but I’d like to get that out of the way, find out about how far along you are before sending you off to a specialist.”
“What kind of specialist?” Blaine asked.
“Dr. Sherman is very good at what she does. I know that she had another case similar to yours, and she deals exclusively with high-risk pregnancies. And, yes, you’re high risk. Despite your genetic structure, the male body is not designed to carry a baby. She’ll be better able to talk to you about your options.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Blaine grasped his hand.
“Look, I’ll be right back with the ultrasound machine. It won’t take long.”
“Blaine? I don’t know about this. I don’t... how could I even?”
“I can’t even remember the last time you bottomed without a condom.”
“I can.”
“But we always use protection. You insist that even though we’re both clean you don’t like the mess.”
“Yes. But remember Puck?”
Blaine’s face lost all color. “So this might be...” the sentence died as he spoke.
“This probably is.”
The doctor came back into the room with the machine. “Well, boys, you ready to see your baby?”
Kurt and Blaine looked at the grey blob on the screen and a whooshing sound filled the room.
“Looks like -- I’d say about three months since conception. If you were a woman, we’d say three and a half months since your last menstruation or so.”
Kurt did some quick mental calculation and looked at Blaine and nodded. Suddenly he burst out laughing.
“Kurt? Hun?”
“Just give me a minute,” he said through his laughter.
“What is it? Are you all right?”
“I... Brittany!”
“Oh, God.”
“She was right.” His laughter turned to tears.
Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms. “Sshhh. Dr. Feldman, can you give us a moment?”
“Of course. I’ll have the receptionist give you the referral to the specialist. I want you to see her right away. Oh, and here’s a picture from the sonogram.”
Kurt left the doctor’s office with a determined gait towards the subway.
“Where are you going? Don’t you think we should talk about this?”
“I’m going to work. I have to put the finishing touches on half a dozen costumes by the end of the day.”
“Kurt! This is important.”
“They are important. My job is important. I have a Tony award to win if this play can actually make it to Broadway from off-Broadway.”
“You’re having a baby. We’re having a baby.”
“No. I’m going to work. You’re going to work. Any discussions on life changing events that may or may not be happening within my body are going to happen afterwards.”
“I’m setting up that appointment with the specialist!”
“Fine. I’ll see you at dinner.”
“Kurt...”
“I love you. I just... I love you.”
“I love you, too. Tonight, though. We’re talking.”
Dinner was tough. Kurt seemed to want to talk about anything and everything but the news they had been given. Blaine couldn’t help but notice the way Kurt’s hand would travel unconsciously towards his stomach. Kurt shoved some pasta around his plate, but made little effort to actually put it in his mouth.
“Still no appetite?” Blaine asked.
“Not really. I’m trying to eat, though. I promise. I had a smoothie at lunch. That has to be worth something, right?”
“Yeah. As long as it wasn’t a non-fat, low-calorie smoothie? You’re losing weight. And I may not be an expert on pregnancy, but I’m pretty sure that’s not how it’s supposed to go.”
“Probably not. Are you mad?”
“Mad?”
“About this.”
“Why would I be mad?”
“We just got married. I know we had planned on kids, but they were supposed to be in a few years. And we were going to adopt. And they weren’t going to be ours, or maybe they were, but they weren’t going to be mine and Puck’s. And if I’m going to be having a baby it should be yours. And how could I let this happen?”
“You didn’t. You are the most amazing man I have ever met. You were the most amazing boy in high school, and you are the most amazing man now. It would have been more convenient in a few years, but I can honestly say that I’m pretty sure neither of us knew this was even a possibility.”
Kurt nodded.
“So as it stands, it is what it is. I’m sure we’ll have options. Do you want this baby? Do you want it to be ours?”
“Of course I do. I mean, if we had gone a surrogate route, I think we’d have done what Rachel’s dads did. At least, that’s kind of what I always dreamed. They would have been ours. Right? No matter who the genetic father was.”
“Exactly. So this baby is ours. No matter who the genetic other father is.”
“Oh, poor Puck.”
“Poor Puck?”
“We have to tell him. I mean, it’s like Beth all over again!”
“He’s a part of Beth’s life, though. Isn’t he?”
“Kind of. Ms. Corcoran lets him visit her. She doesn’t know who he is other than some much younger friend of her mom’s. But I don’t know if this baby needs three dads.”
“We’ll cross that road when we come to it. Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Kurt, breathe. It’ll be all right. We’ll call Puck this weekend.”
Puck sat back on their sofa with a beer in his hands. “Did you guys call me back for another threesome? Because that was totally sweet...”
“Um, not exactly.” Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hand. They had agreed beforehand that Kurt would break it to him.
“Puck, remember how the condom, um... well.”
“Yeah. Dude, I’m totally clean. I promise. I’ve been tested for, like, everything.”
“First, don’t call me dude. Second, I know, I believe you. It’s not that, it’s just. Um, well, I’m kind of well, pregnant.”
Puck took a swig of beer. “That’s not funny.”
“I wish it were.”
“You know you shouldn’t listen to Brittany. Next think you’ll know you’ll live on a world where you shit cotton candy.”
“Kind of sound appealing, but, here.” Kurt grabbed the ultrasound picture, complete with his name on top. “I haven’t seen the specialist yet. But from what my doctor could tell me, everything looks healthy, and there’s no reason I shouldn’t be able to have this baby.”
“So... it’s mine? For sure?”
“Yeah, pretty sure. But, I mean, Blaine and I... we want to keep it. Her or him. Nothing against you. I think you’d be a wonderful father, Puck -- Noah. Just... If I have a baby, it’s Blaine’s, not yours.”
“So why tell me? Why fucking tell me? You know what the best part of high school was?”
“No.”
“It ended. After four years I got out of that hellhole and outside of the friends I made, I didn’t have to deal with shit like this anymore.”
“It’s not the same. If I had even thought this could happen...”
“It’s exactly the same! You, Quinn, Shelby! I’d be a kickass dad.”
“You would. Puck, we don’t want you not to be a part of this baby’s life!” Kurt was crying.
Blaine stepped in. “Puck, really. You’d be more a part of his life than Finn. You’d be, I don’t know, his favorite uncle. As much as you want. We really want you to be there. We didn’t mean for this to happen. We just thought it would be a night of carefree fun. But it had consequences. And we’re both just trying to do our best.”
Kurt hiccupped. “I’m sorry, Puck. I’m sorry.”
“I know. See you around.” Puck stood up and walked through the door, letting it slam behind him.
Kurt let himself dissolve into tears. Blaine pulled him into his shoulder.
“Damn hormones. Puck’s not worth this.”
“He’s your -- our -- friend. And you don’t like upsetting your friend. I don’t like this either, you know.”
“I know. I just didn’t want it to go like this.”
“Get some rest. He’ll come around.”
Kurt never did anything by halves. When the specialist told him that he would have to take it easy, and in the final half of pregnancy, would most likely be on a modified bed rest if he wanted to keep the baby, he barely even blinked before making a few calls and making sure the theater would run for half a year without him.
As his stomach swelled and he felt the baby move within him, he knew that it was the right decision. He was just glad they had insurance through Blaine’s work and not his. He grabbed his sketchpad and redesigned the spare room for the hundredth time since finding out he was pregnant.
“Kurt, I’m home.”
“Hi, I’m in the baby’s room.” Kurt at first thought that was the weirdest thing to say, but it soon rolled off the tongue faster than not.
“I love the sound of that. You’re not working too hard, are you?”
“Nope, reclining on the couch in here. Feeling fat and lazy.”
“You look beautiful. And anyone who knows you knows you’re not lazy. What’re you doing right now -- the room or baby clothes?”
“The room.” Kurt smiled. “I’ve decided on holding off on more clothes until we know if it’s a boy or a girl.”
“What happened to ‘fashion has no gender.”
“It doesn’t. But I don’t feel like explaining to everyone that my little boy is in a frilly dress because it’s beautiful, and that he’s a he and not a she.”
“All babies look alike. No one would be able to tell until he or she is older.”
“I know. And I can just see it now. I had enough of people talking about me in high school. I didn’t make my fashion choices because I was gay -- I did it because I’m me, and I like to make a statement -- but you know they would say that’s why I would dress my son in a dress.”
“So why not stick with more -- gender neutral -- outfits.”
“Because I’m still me, and I still want to make a statement. Besides, no matter what, this baby will be the best dressed baby in New York. I may not be designing for theater, but I can still design.” Kurt looked up at him. “Help me up. I feel like I swallowed a bowling ball.”
“You don’t look like it. You look like you shoved a basketball under your shirt. I can’t believe you just popped out like that! And in just a few days we’ll be able to find out whether it’s a boy or a girl. Any word on whether Puck will come?”
“I invited him. I’ve invited him to everything so far. I told him I want him to be a part of this. As much as he wants. At least, if he’s even listening to my messages.” Kurt’s tone took on a disappointed air.
“Hey, look at me. He’ll come around. Finn’s excited, right? He’s been talking to Finn, I know. And no one can resist Finn’s enthusiasm, trust me, I’ve tried.”
“Yeah, you’re right. What’s for dinner?”
“I brought you pickles and ice cream.”
Kurt hit his arm. “No you didn’t. That’s disgusting.”
“Chinese.”
“Much better.”
“Go get in bed, I’ll bring you a tray. And stop worrying about Puck!” Blaine called after him.
“I’m not!”
Kurt pulled up the maternity shirt and unbuttoned the top button of his pants for the ultrasound tech.
“So you’re sure you want to know the sex of the baby?”
Kurt looked over at Blaine and grabbed his hand. “Yes, I mean, if it’s possible. We put it off the last few times. But if we can, now, please.”
“Well, we’ll see if baby cooperates.”
A beeping interrupted them from a phone on the wall. “Mr. Anderson-Hummel?”
“Yes?” Kurt and Blaine answered simultaneously.
“Oh, um, there’s a Mr. Noah Puckerman here. He says he was invited...”
Kurt spoke up, “Oh! Yes, he’s here? Please, let him back.” Kurt gave a nervous grin to Blaine who squeezed his hand.
Puck came into the room and looked at the scene.
“If you’ll shut the door, I’m just trying to get a good look at the little biscuit here,” the ultrasound tech said.
“We’re going to see if it’s a boy or a girl. Kurt’s convinced it’s a boy. But he’s also been doing most of the designs for the room with bows.”
“I had bows in my room. And you like bowties.”
“Relax, I’m just teasing.”
“Ooh!” Kurt gave a little yelp.
“What?”
“Cold gel. And baby-biscuit here doesn’t like it.”
“No, he doesn’t. He just jumped away from it,” the tech jumped in.
“He?” Puck repeated.
“He. See the little turtle between his legs there.”
“Doesn’t look so little to me.” Puck wiggled an eyebrow.
Blaine rolled his eyes. “It’s a boy?”
“It’s a boy. Congrats, daddies.”
Blaine bent over and gave a little kiss to Kurt’s cheek. “You were right.”
“I’m always right.” He nodded over to Puck who was watching the ultrasound screen intently and asking the tech questions. “You were, too.”
“Does that mean I can say, ‘I told you so?’”
“I’m happy to hear it from you -- this time.”
The tech wiped the gel from Kurt’s stomach, and Kurt moved to pull his shirt down when she stepped out.
“Whoa!”
“What?”
“Your stomach is moving. Quinn’s didn’t do that.”
“I’m pretty sure it did. I can’t say I ever paid much attention to it, though. It’s just the baby. He doesn’t like the machine, I think. He always gets super kicky afterwards.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Here.” Kurt grabbed Puck’s hand and put it on his stomach to the right of his belly button, where a lump kept poking out.
“That’s weird.” He leaned over and spoke into Kurt’s belly. “You’re gonna have a high kick like your daddy, huh? Maybe you’ll be a kicker on the football team, too. Your granddaddy’ll like that.”
“He’s definitely got the high kicks from somewhere.”
“So you’re serious about this? I can be the cool uncle? The one who can take him out and spoil him rotten and bring him back hyped on sugar and toys and you won’t care?”
“Well, we might care. But I know I meant it when I said I wanted you to be a part of his life. And no matter what, we don’t want to lose your friendship,” Blaine said.
Kurt nodded. “Puck, you’d be part of his life whether you were genetically a factor or not. You know that, right?”
“I guess.”
“Stop guessing. You’re part of our family whether you like it or not. So start liking it.” Blaine smiled at him.
“I’d listen to him. He has this way of doing really embarrassing things in public to those who don’t listen. He might serenade you in the middle of time square with a mariachi band if you don’t take a hint.”
“That’s kinda crazy, dude. But I can take a hint. I guess I’m favorite uncle Puck. Do I get a say on the name?”
“Your name choices so far have been better than Finn’s,” Kurt said.
“Well, I mean, you don’t have to go for it... I know you don’t do the whole religion and God thing...”
“Puck, if we hate the name, we’ll just say no,” Kurt cut him off.
“Seriously, relax.”
“Okay, well, when Sarah in the Bible found out that she was going to have a baby, she laughed. And I don’t know for sure if that’s what you did. But... I know that when I thought about it, that’s what I did. But anyhow, she named her kid after laughter. And I always liked that story, because isn’t that a cool name, laughter? So what about Isaac?”
“I like it,” said Kurt
“Me too, Uncle Puck. What do you think, Isaac?” Blaine placed his hand next to Puck’s. Kurt’s stomach pushed out towards the two hands.
Kurt laughed lightly. “I have no idea if that’s a yes or a no, but I’m going with yes. But now, little Isaac is hungry, and I’m supposed to be back in bed in less than two hours, per doctor’s orders. So let’s go out and celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” Puck asked.
“Celebrate Isaac, and that I can eat, and that I have the best husband in the world who will take us out, and that we have you back.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Blaine smiled.
Kurt sat next to Blaine at the small cafe they chose for lunch.
Puck lifted his glass and waited for them to do the same. “Here’s to Kurt, and Isaac, and to friendships that can withstand anything.” They clinked their glasses together. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick, guys.”
“Puck, you had every right to be upset...” Blaine started.
“Being upset doesn’t excuse my acting the way I have. It’s only because Finn reminded me that I was going to miss out on the really important things with the baby that I got my head out of my ass.”
“The important thing is that you did,” Kurt said.
“Yeah, I guess. Anyhow, I’m just glad I’ll get to be part of his and your lives.”
“We are, too. All three of us.” Kurt rubbed his belly.
“Show me some of the designs you two were talking about. I’ll come by later and help paint. Your job from now on is to keep that baby safe. Okay?”
“Okay. Got it. Just what I needed -- two of you telling me to take it easy.”
“If you listened to us it wouldn’t be an issue,” Blaine put in.
“Speaking of, shouldn’t you be getting back home and in bed?”
“Yes, yes I should,” Kurt said with a sigh. “Puck, don’t be a stranger.”
“I’ll be by tomorrow. You’ll be sick of me before you know it.”
Kurt stood up and gave him a hug. “Don’t even think it.”
Blaine joined in. “Nope, you’re stuck with us.”
Puck disentangled himself and leaned down so he was level with Kurt’s belly. “Okay, Isaac, your daddies seem to think that you’re going to be a little prince. But between you and me, I’m gonna spoil you rotten and teach you to be a badass, ‘kay. So you be on your best behavior until you see me. Then we’ll show ‘em who’s boss. G’bye, little man.” He laid a soft kiss where he’d been speaking and walked out of the restaurant.
Kurt turned to Blaine. “Should I pretend I didn’t hear him say any of that.”
“Yeah, probably for the best. It’ll be their secret. Ready to go?”
“Yes. Love you -- for everything.”
“You’re amazing. Let’s go home.”All my love dreams, are at last coming true.
Love dreams, binding me close to you.
Locked in your arms,
Ever to stay,
Just a whisper away.
Author: mimiheart
Beta:sayuri_rose_k
Artist: bumerbmw
Rating: PG-13/light R
Characters/Pairing Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Blaine/Puck (non-romantic, but it’s there)
Spoilers/WarningsAnything aired for spoilers. Do I need to warn for mpreg in the Mpreg minibang?
Summary: Fantasies are meant to be explored, and nothing bad can go wrong from a night of experimentation with a friend, right? Between wedding plans and a hectic life in general, they never expected this
Notes: Thanks to my beta, sayuri_rose_k, for helping me through this. All remaining mistakes are my own. And thanks to bumerbmw for the lovely picture to go along with this! I’ve never collaborated before. I really like what you did! Title is from the song in Babes in Toyland, but this isn’t a songfic. Hope you all enjoy!
Time is near, love,
When our lives will entwine.
Dear, love,
Soon you'll vow to be mine.
All that I've dreamed,
Day after day,
Just a whisper away.
~From Babes in Toyland 1961
“If you could have one sexual fantasy come true, what would it be?” Blaine asked as he typed away at his computer.
They were sitting in their bedroom. Blaine was playing with his laptop on the bed, Kurt at his vanity.
“Really?”
“Really. This is an important questionnaire I’m filling out on our compatibility.”
“We’re getting married in a few months. You’d better not be having second thoughts now.”
“This is a very serious question, Kurt. Just answer it.”
“Okay. I want to have sex in a tree with branches poking and scraping me, marring my absolutely perfect skin, with the thought of falling from it at any moment always on our minds. Maybe with my dad watching...”
Blaine threw a pillow at him.
“Seriously, I like how we have sex. I mean, maybe we’re a bit vanilla in comparison to some of what I’ve heard, but I’m pretty okay with that. Remember; Broadway, romance. I like cuddling and relaxing by the fire and talking with you about our relationship. Sex is just one more layer added to that. Isn’t it? Or have I gone back to ok
boring high-school Kurt again?”
“You were never boring.”
“So you’ve said.”
“It’s true. So what you’re saying is that in all of the things that make up Kurt E. Hummel, there’s not one thing in the deepest darkest corners of your mind that you want to try? Before or after we’re married?”
“Well, we could always pull up my high school bucket list... I know Taylor Lautner is no longer even remotely a part of my fantasies. But I’m sure there’s something on that list that may be applicable today.”
He scrolled through the list that had been transferred from phone to phone.
“Oooh. ‘52. Sex on a beach.’ Thinking about the reality of it makes me think of sand in places I don’t want sand. Wow, I was clinical! ‘73. Intercrural Sex.’ I think I should cross that one off. Multiple times. Oh,” he paused.
“What?”
“Oh...”
“Kurt...?”
“Nope, that’s about it.”
Blaine jumped up and at grabbed the phone in Kurt’s hand, trying to see what he was looking at.
“No!” Kurt yelped.
“Just tell me!”
“It’s embarrassing! And NO! Besides, I don’t really want to.”
“I’m going to be your husband in a few months. Do you really want to keep secrets from me?”
“...”
“Kurt.”
“I just -- It’s not something I ever thought about really. And if we did it, I’d want it to be perfect. It’s embarrassing and it’s not something I would want more than once, I think. And I just wanted to see and I remember writing it, but it really is just a fantasy not reality, and I know that. And you are perfect and more than anything I ever wanted, and don’t ever think that you’re not, okay?”
“Hey, hey. Breathe. I’m not going to make you do anything that you don’t want to. I really do think we’re fine as we are, too. If you want to tell me, do. If you’re really uncomfortable, don’t. I’m not going to push you on this anymore.” He held up his hands. “Okay? I love you.”
Kurt pulled him into a hug. “I love you, too. It says, ‘have a threesome.’ But this was before I met you, and I didn’t really understand anything about anything.”
“Okay. I’m not judging you. I can’t say that the idea never crossed my mind at any point in time either.”
“Really? I’m not some sort of weird sex freak?”
“No. But I’m not sure I want to share you either.”
“Oh, really? Who said anything about sharing me? Maybe I would be sharing you.” Kurt kissed him. “Seriously, though, it was a silly high school idea. And while I can’t say the thought of being held between you and another man as you both take me, with you kissing me and keeping me yours while you both pleasure me mercilessly has never passed through my fantasies...” he paused while Blaine groaned into his neck, “I will say that I’m perfectly happy with it remaining there.”
“... Ugh. Are you sure? Because suddenly the thought of sharing you for one night doesn’t seem so improbable.”
Kurt laughed and pushed them both onto the bed. “We’ll talk about it, maybe.”
They did talk about it. Every night for a week they talked about it. Always as a hypothetical. If they were to try it. If Kurt were comfortable. If Blaine were comfortable. If it were before they were married. If it were after they were married. If Kurt were to bottom. If Blaine were to participate.
Then there was a plan. Neither was quite sure how it happened. Both were very happy with the idea. It was comfortable. It was Kurt and Blaine doing something together and exploring, and nothing was going to be coming between them, just adding to it.
For one night. Just one night, they would take another person -- someone they both trusted and were friends with -- into their bed. Kurt would bottom. Blaine would top, Dominate, control everything. Kurt or Blaine could call things off at any time. It was all hashed out--except for one thing. The third person.
They threw names around. Friends from work. Friends from college. They worked their way back in time until they got back to high school.
“Finn?” Blaine suggested.
“Ew! That’s my brother.”
“Good point. Besides, I don’t think he’d go for it.”
“He wouldn’t. Wes?”
“Is married with a child.”
“Doesn’t mean a whole lot.”
“It means a lot to him. Mike?”
“Nope. He’s... he’s not in the right place for that right now. In a few years he might be willing but he’s still discovering what his sexual orientation is. I think springing the idea of a threesome on him would be too much.”
“Hmm...”
“Blaine, who are you thinking of?”
“Well, what about Puck? I’m not entirely sure of his orientation, but I’m pretty sure he’ll bang anything that moves. And you two got pretty close over the years, and he and I never had a problem...”
“Puck! You have got to be...” Kurt trailed off, “...actually. That’s not a half bad idea.”
And so it was decided. Their half-joking fantasy of a threesome was a full-blown plan. A phone call later, with a remark of, “It’s sex, dudes! Hells yeah I’m in!” and Puck was on board as well.
Puck’s reputation in bed was well earned. He didn’t have much experience with men, but, as he crudely put it, “A hole’s a hole.”
Kurt momentarily freaked out when the condom they had convinced Puck to use broke, but Puck assured them he was clean. And afterwards, Kurt and Blaine decided that it was worth the experiment, but they were perfectly content with the way things were between them. The event was put out of their minds as wedding plans moved ahead.
Soon they found themselves in a fog of wedding plans and work. Kurt was absolutely running himself ragged between designing all of the bridesmaids’ dresses and the reception decorations. Blaine tried to get him to take a break, but he insisted that it all had to be perfect, and he didn’t trust anyone else. At least he hired someone else to bake the cake and do the catering.
“Hun, you need to take a break. You’re going to make yourself sick; you’re losing weight,” Blaine said.
“I am not. I just don’t have time to eat. I’ll make sure to not make it a nonfat mocha this morning. Okay? I have to get this stuff done. And between the costumes for the show, and the dresses for the wedding, and our tuxes... I’m surprised my fingers aren’t bleeding.”
“Have dinner with me tonight? I’ll take you someplace nice. I’m worried about you.”
“I’m fine. I really just haven’t felt like eating. I’m sure it’s just stress. But I will not turn down a night off for dinner. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
When Blaine got home that evening, he found Kurt asleep at his sewing machine. He gently shook him.
“Mmm? Oh no! I needed to finish this one today! I’m going to be behind now.”
Blaine took Kurt’s face in his hands. “Hey. It’s okay. I can help a little. I know how to use a sewing machine, at least. You promised me a dinner out. And I can tell how exhausted you are. Go on. Wash your face and let’s go out. Then we’re coming back here, and I’m tucking you in.”
“But...”
“No buts. You owe me, Mr. Hummel.”
“Very well, then, Mr. Anderson. But when Rachel and Mercedes are standing next to us naked, it’s your fault.”
“They won’t be. Go on. Get ready. We’re going out.”
“I don’t know why I’m so tired. I know I did more than this in college. I almost single-handedly put together costumes for multiple shows on top of studying for finals. That’s not including set design for The Secret Garden Junior Year.”
“I’m afraid the answer’s obvious, Kurt.”
“Oh?”
“You’re not young, anymore.”
Kurt half-heartedly threw a dinner roll at him. “Yes, I’ve obviously passed the prime of my life at the age of twenty-seven. It’s all downhill from here.”
“Seriously, Kurt. I think it’s just that the wedding is a huge deal. We’re both more than a little stressed about it. There’s finding places to put people, there’s making sure everyone else is doing their job -- don’t think I don’t know that you’re not checking in on the caterers -- there’s the dress designs, there’s the tuxes, not to mention just the inherent stress of getting married. But it’s not a sign of weakness to ask for help.”
“I know. But there are some things that I just don’t trust anyone else to do. Our tuxes are going to be fabulous. You’ve got the seating arrangements done. But since I’m not wearing a wedding dress, nor do I want to -- I want the dresses in my wedding to be perfect. And that means these. And the decorations for the reception. Blaine, I’m only getting married once. And my husband is perfect. I want everything else to be, too.”
“And it will be. But it’s okay to delegate. You have friends. Hire some of the costuming staff from the show to help with the dresses. I know you trust them, or you wouldn’t have hired them to work with you. The dresses are already designed and measured; they just need to sew, right? I already told you I can work a sewing machine. And I can hot glue like nobody’s business. How many nights did I help with set design? We can get this done together. We’re in this together. This isn’t just for the wedding, this is for life, for forever.”
“Forever. I like the sound of that.”
“Well, that’s what marriage is, silly.”
“I know.”
“So, when we go home, I’m still tucking you in, because even though you took a nap this afternoon, you still look like you got hit by a bus...”
“Hey! Be nice.”
“The truth hurts. You’re exhausted and it shows. You’re getting a full eight hours rest, tonight, no arguments. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Delegating helped a little. But Kurt was still tired and weary when the wedding finally came. It was beautiful, and perfect. Kurt and Blaine each wrote their own vows, bringing tears to each other’s (and more than a few guests’) eyes.
At the reception, they made their way around the dance floor. Burt insisted on a dance with his son, laughing when the DJ put on “Beauty and the Beast.”
“You doing okay, kid?”
“Yeah, Dad.”
“You look a little pale.”
“It’s just been a little hectic. And I’ve always been pale.”
“You know what I mean. I worry about you, father’s prerogative.”
“I know. And I’m fine. Blaine takes good care of me. I promise.”
“I know he does. You two made me so proud today. This whole thing was lovely.”
“Thanks. I mean it. I’m looking forward to the honeymoon part.”
Burt turned bright red.
“Dad. I’m talking about the not having to worry about planning or doing anything part of the honeymoon. Not... not that.”
“I get it, kid. I hope you have fun. You deserve the break.”
Kurt hugged his father tightly for the rest of the song and didn’t let anymore tears fall.
As the night wore on, through more dances and very little wine, he found himself seeking the comfort of Blaine. He wanted to be back in the suite the hotel had given them for the evening. And as much as he wanted to enjoy his wedding night, he was fighting to stay on his feet.
Puck found him by the bar. “Kurt, you okay?”
“Yeah, just getting some water. It’s hot in here.”
“Not really, dude. You look like you should sit down.”
“I’m fine. Just been going a bit too hard. Some water and I’ll be good.”
“Okay, you want me to get you anything else? Blaine? You really don’t look good.”
“It’s just hot. And maybe I’m a little dizzy.”
“Did you eat?”
“I think so. I had some chicken. Puck? I think I should sit down.” Kurt stumbled and gripped at Puck’s arm.
“I think I just said that.” Puck guided him over to the nearest table and grabbed one waiters with appetizer trays. “Eat these little cheesy potato things, they’re good. And drink your water. You’re really pale.”
Kurt rested his head on his arms.
Finn came over, a very drunk Rachel on his arm. “Hey, man, you okay?”
“I really wish people would stop asking me that. Just a little dizzy.”
“I’m going to get Blaine, can you two stay with him. Make him eat something? Maybe he had too much wine,” Puck said to Finn and Rachel.
“He is right here. And he only had a glass.”
“Kurt, it’s Blaine, sweetheart, can you look at me?”
“I’m not an invalid. I just got a little dizzy. Too much twirling on the dance floor. It’s too hot in here. I’m fine.”
“I’d believe you if you didn’t look like you were about to collapse. We had to have invited at least one doctor, right?”
“All of our friends were theater and arts majors. Maybe Mercedes’ date. But, Blaine, I’m fine, I promise. I just need to sit for a minute. I’m feeling better already.”
“Okay, but your pulse is racing. Kurt, I don’t like this. Drink some more water.”
Kurt took another sip.
“He’s totally pregnant.” No one noticed Brittany joining the group by the table.
Kurt spit it out. “Brittany, honey. You do know that men can’t actually get pregnant, right?”
“But you’ve never listened to people when they say you can’t do something. You can get pregnant.”
“No, I’m just worn out from this. And I’m feeling much better now that I’ve sat down for a while. Go on and dance. I’ll be up in a bit.”
Brittany wandered away, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear, “Why doesn’t he ever listen to me? I can tell these things.”
Kurt laughed. “I hope she never changes.”
“She won’t. You really feeling better? Or were you just humoring her?” Blaine looked concerned.
“I really am feeling better. It was weird. Just a little dizzy spell. Probably just dehydrated. The water and sitting helped.”
“And tired. I’m not going to let you out of bed during the honeymoon!”
“Yes, that’ll be relaxing.” Kurt raised an eyebrow.
“I will be a perfect gentleman the whole time, Mr. Anderson-Hummel.”
“I don’t believe you, Mr. Anderson-Hummel.”
Blaine leaned in for a kiss. “Promise me you’ll tell me if this continues. I will drag you to a doctor.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thank you.”
They took each other’s arms, refusing to let a little thing like a dizzy spell ruin their perfect wedding.
It didn’t stop. Their honeymoon didn’t go quite as they had thought. Blaine planned most of it; a cruise around the Caribbean. Kurt spent much of it seasick. Blaine apologized as much as he could.
Whenever they were allowed to depart the ship, Kurt enjoyed the solid ground, clutching Blaine as if he were a lifeline.
“Baby, I’m so sorry.”
“Not your fault. It’s lovely. I just wish boats didn’t move. I’ve never had a problem with them before.”
“You’ve never been on a cruise before.”
“True. I’ll stick to airplanes and trains.”
“And it isn’t so bad when we’re in the bunk, right?”
“No, it’s not bad at all then.”
And each port was more beautiful than the last. If Kurt was still dizzy and nauseous and could only enjoy saltines and ginger-ale and the odd apple, they chalked it up to lingering seasickness.
When they got back to New York, Kurt nearly kissed the ground of their apartment when he walked in.
“One week of staycation?” Blaine asked.
“You did not just use the word ‘staycation’. But yes. One week at home with nothing to do but enjoy my husband and write thank-you notes and relax.”
“Sounds delightful. Other than the thank-you notes part.”
“We’ll tackle them together.”
Blaine was getting more and more worried about Kurt. The week of rest and relaxation should have helped. But Kurt was not getting better. He didn’t look as green as he had on the cruise, but getting him to actually eat was near impossible, and his overall tiredness was just not going away.
“That’s it, Kurt, I’m taking you to the doctor.”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m tired of hearing that. You’re not fine. Something is wrong. I don’t know what. Please, for me?”
“Okay. Fine. I’ll see the doctor.”
After explaining the symptoms, he had an appointment that Friday.
“Hummel?”
“Anderson-Hummel. Or just Kurt.”
“Okay, well, we’re going to take your blood pressure. Hmm...”
“What is it?”
“I think the machine might be broken.”
“Oh? I’ve always had blood pressure on the low side.”
“Well, I’m surprised you’re conscious if that’s your blood pressure. Hold on and I’ll get a manual cuff.”
Kurt took a deep breath.
“Well, okay then. You’ve been complaining of dizziness?”
“Yes. And just general lethargy. Why, is something wrong? My dad had a heart attack. I watch what I eat.”
“Well, we’ll send you to a lab for blood work, and I’m not a doctor, but your blood pressure is remarkably low. Not high. I’m sure the doctor will order some other tests. Now, here’s a cup, and there’s the bathroom. You know what to do.”
“Yes. I’ll go take care of that.”
Kurt put on the scratchy gown and swung his legs on the bed.
“Did I really need to take off my clothes for this?” he asked when the doctor came into the room.
“Well, you were overdue for a general checkup, and yes. So, tell me what brings you in.”
“Don’t you have all that?”
“I do, but I want you to tell me anyhow.”
“Tired. Kind of nauseous. My husband made me.”
“So you’re recently married. Lots of stress.”
“Yes.”
“I’m concerned about the low blood pressure. Stress usually would do the opposite, as I’m sure you’re aware. You’ve also lost quite a bit of weight. Any headaches?”
“Yes. And dizziness. But mostly when I stand up.”
“I’ll put that with the low blood pressure. I’m going to send you to a lab for blood work. I want it done first thing in the morning, no eating or drinking first. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Lie back. I’m going to feel your belly...”
This is a message for Mr. Kurt Anderson-Hummel from your doctor’s office please call us back at your earliest convenience with your patient number. This is a message for Mr. Kurt Anderson-Hummel from your doctor’s office...
“Could they make their robocalls more generic?”
“Who was it?”
“Dr. Feldman’s office, I need to call them back. They couldn’t just call me and tell me what’s wrong with me. They had a machine call me to tell me to call them.”
“That’s logical.”
“Efficiency at its finest. Okay I’m calling them back. Let’s find out what I have.”
“Doctor’s office?”
“Hi, this is Kurt Anderson-Hummel; I just got a message saying to call you. It also said to have my patient number. Can’t say I know that.”
“That’s just your birthday. It’s great when the system is automated, but you’re talking to a human. Looking you up, and... Doctor wants to see you at your earliest convenience. Can you come in tomorrow?”
“That soon?”
“I’ve got a 911 next to your name. Looks important. So, if you can come in tomorrow morning...”
“I think I can. I’ll just have to stay a bit late at work to make up for it.”
“Great. Tomorrow at 8:30, you’re the first appointment. Don’t be late.”
“Thanks.” He turned off the phone. “Blaine? I know that you’re working tomorrow. But, I’m scared now. Maybe it’s nothing, but I’ve never had to go in for a test result. They always just say something stupid like, ‘Oh, it’s low iron, eat some liver,’ and then I’m fine. Or they don’t say anything other than that everything’s normal. Why is he making me go in?”
“Kurt, it’s probably nothing. We started going to Dr. Feldman because he’s more personable than the other doctors around. Maybe he just wants to tell you the results in person.”
“Why was there a 911 next to my name then?”
“Because they made you wait a week?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Everything is fine. You just need to take more vitamins and sleep. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you working overtime again now that you’re back at work.”
“Hey, I didn’t think that that many costumes could get destroyed in that amount of time and that my staff couldn’t handle it. And two actors are leaving, so I have to design new costumes for their replacements now while still sticking with the original plans...”
“Ssh... I know. I’ll go in with you.”
“So, do you want me to tell you right out or do you want me to be friendly first?” the doctor asked with a kindly smile.
“Just tell me. Do I have cancer? Am I dying? What is it?”
“Tell him. He didn’t sleep last night and he’s freaking out.”
“Well, nothing as serious as cancer, and you’re not dying. Actually, you’re pregnant.”
“That’s not funny,” Kurt and Blaine said in unison.
“I’m not joking.”
“Look, in case you missed it in medical school, I’m a man. And men can’t get pregnant.”
“Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m looking at a pregnant man right now.”
“Blaine, we’re leaving... I’m going to find a doctor that isn’t off his rocker.”
“I have all of the test results. And we can get the ultrasound machine in here to prove it. I’d like to anyhow, just to see how far along you are.”
“Kurt, sit down and listen to him. Please?”
“It has somehow managed to stay out of the news media. The few cases that have leaked, the medical community and people involved have managed to play off as transgendered men having babies. But there’s a fairly recent gene mutation that’s been discovered to allow certain men to get pregnant and carry babies.”
“But...”
“We don’t know how common it is. Only a small portion of the population is gay, and only a small portion of the gay community participates in unprotected anal sex in a way where pregnancy is possible. Even then, we haven’t figured out the mechanism that causes when men get pregnant. It isn’t ovulation the way it is in women.”
“This is all a bit much to take in.” Kurt looked at Blaine nervously.
“Kurt, I’d like to do an ultrasound here. I’m not an OB-GYN, but I’d like to get that out of the way, find out about how far along you are before sending you off to a specialist.”
“What kind of specialist?” Blaine asked.
“Dr. Sherman is very good at what she does. I know that she had another case similar to yours, and she deals exclusively with high-risk pregnancies. And, yes, you’re high risk. Despite your genetic structure, the male body is not designed to carry a baby. She’ll be better able to talk to you about your options.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Blaine grasped his hand.
“Look, I’ll be right back with the ultrasound machine. It won’t take long.”
“Blaine? I don’t know about this. I don’t... how could I even?”
“I can’t even remember the last time you bottomed without a condom.”
“I can.”
“But we always use protection. You insist that even though we’re both clean you don’t like the mess.”
“Yes. But remember Puck?”
Blaine’s face lost all color. “So this might be...” the sentence died as he spoke.
“This probably is.”
The doctor came back into the room with the machine. “Well, boys, you ready to see your baby?”
Kurt and Blaine looked at the grey blob on the screen and a whooshing sound filled the room.
“Looks like -- I’d say about three months since conception. If you were a woman, we’d say three and a half months since your last menstruation or so.”
Kurt did some quick mental calculation and looked at Blaine and nodded. Suddenly he burst out laughing.
“Kurt? Hun?”
“Just give me a minute,” he said through his laughter.
“What is it? Are you all right?”
“I... Brittany!”
“Oh, God.”
“She was right.” His laughter turned to tears.
Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms. “Sshhh. Dr. Feldman, can you give us a moment?”
“Of course. I’ll have the receptionist give you the referral to the specialist. I want you to see her right away. Oh, and here’s a picture from the sonogram.”
Kurt left the doctor’s office with a determined gait towards the subway.
“Where are you going? Don’t you think we should talk about this?”
“I’m going to work. I have to put the finishing touches on half a dozen costumes by the end of the day.”
“Kurt! This is important.”
“They are important. My job is important. I have a Tony award to win if this play can actually make it to Broadway from off-Broadway.”
“You’re having a baby. We’re having a baby.”
“No. I’m going to work. You’re going to work. Any discussions on life changing events that may or may not be happening within my body are going to happen afterwards.”
“I’m setting up that appointment with the specialist!”
“Fine. I’ll see you at dinner.”
“Kurt...”
“I love you. I just... I love you.”
“I love you, too. Tonight, though. We’re talking.”
Dinner was tough. Kurt seemed to want to talk about anything and everything but the news they had been given. Blaine couldn’t help but notice the way Kurt’s hand would travel unconsciously towards his stomach. Kurt shoved some pasta around his plate, but made little effort to actually put it in his mouth.
“Still no appetite?” Blaine asked.
“Not really. I’m trying to eat, though. I promise. I had a smoothie at lunch. That has to be worth something, right?”
“Yeah. As long as it wasn’t a non-fat, low-calorie smoothie? You’re losing weight. And I may not be an expert on pregnancy, but I’m pretty sure that’s not how it’s supposed to go.”
“Probably not. Are you mad?”
“Mad?”
“About this.”
“Why would I be mad?”
“We just got married. I know we had planned on kids, but they were supposed to be in a few years. And we were going to adopt. And they weren’t going to be ours, or maybe they were, but they weren’t going to be mine and Puck’s. And if I’m going to be having a baby it should be yours. And how could I let this happen?”
“You didn’t. You are the most amazing man I have ever met. You were the most amazing boy in high school, and you are the most amazing man now. It would have been more convenient in a few years, but I can honestly say that I’m pretty sure neither of us knew this was even a possibility.”
Kurt nodded.
“So as it stands, it is what it is. I’m sure we’ll have options. Do you want this baby? Do you want it to be ours?”
“Of course I do. I mean, if we had gone a surrogate route, I think we’d have done what Rachel’s dads did. At least, that’s kind of what I always dreamed. They would have been ours. Right? No matter who the genetic father was.”
“Exactly. So this baby is ours. No matter who the genetic other father is.”
“Oh, poor Puck.”
“Poor Puck?”
“We have to tell him. I mean, it’s like Beth all over again!”
“He’s a part of Beth’s life, though. Isn’t he?”
“Kind of. Ms. Corcoran lets him visit her. She doesn’t know who he is other than some much younger friend of her mom’s. But I don’t know if this baby needs three dads.”
“We’ll cross that road when we come to it. Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Kurt, breathe. It’ll be all right. We’ll call Puck this weekend.”
Puck sat back on their sofa with a beer in his hands. “Did you guys call me back for another threesome? Because that was totally sweet...”
“Um, not exactly.” Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hand. They had agreed beforehand that Kurt would break it to him.
“Puck, remember how the condom, um... well.”
“Yeah. Dude, I’m totally clean. I promise. I’ve been tested for, like, everything.”
“First, don’t call me dude. Second, I know, I believe you. It’s not that, it’s just. Um, well, I’m kind of well, pregnant.”
Puck took a swig of beer. “That’s not funny.”
“I wish it were.”
“You know you shouldn’t listen to Brittany. Next think you’ll know you’ll live on a world where you shit cotton candy.”
“Kind of sound appealing, but, here.” Kurt grabbed the ultrasound picture, complete with his name on top. “I haven’t seen the specialist yet. But from what my doctor could tell me, everything looks healthy, and there’s no reason I shouldn’t be able to have this baby.”
“So... it’s mine? For sure?”
“Yeah, pretty sure. But, I mean, Blaine and I... we want to keep it. Her or him. Nothing against you. I think you’d be a wonderful father, Puck -- Noah. Just... If I have a baby, it’s Blaine’s, not yours.”
“So why tell me? Why fucking tell me? You know what the best part of high school was?”
“No.”
“It ended. After four years I got out of that hellhole and outside of the friends I made, I didn’t have to deal with shit like this anymore.”
“It’s not the same. If I had even thought this could happen...”
“It’s exactly the same! You, Quinn, Shelby! I’d be a kickass dad.”
“You would. Puck, we don’t want you not to be a part of this baby’s life!” Kurt was crying.
Blaine stepped in. “Puck, really. You’d be more a part of his life than Finn. You’d be, I don’t know, his favorite uncle. As much as you want. We really want you to be there. We didn’t mean for this to happen. We just thought it would be a night of carefree fun. But it had consequences. And we’re both just trying to do our best.”
Kurt hiccupped. “I’m sorry, Puck. I’m sorry.”
“I know. See you around.” Puck stood up and walked through the door, letting it slam behind him.
Kurt let himself dissolve into tears. Blaine pulled him into his shoulder.
“Damn hormones. Puck’s not worth this.”
“He’s your -- our -- friend. And you don’t like upsetting your friend. I don’t like this either, you know.”
“I know. I just didn’t want it to go like this.”
“Get some rest. He’ll come around.”
Kurt never did anything by halves. When the specialist told him that he would have to take it easy, and in the final half of pregnancy, would most likely be on a modified bed rest if he wanted to keep the baby, he barely even blinked before making a few calls and making sure the theater would run for half a year without him.
As his stomach swelled and he felt the baby move within him, he knew that it was the right decision. He was just glad they had insurance through Blaine’s work and not his. He grabbed his sketchpad and redesigned the spare room for the hundredth time since finding out he was pregnant.
“Kurt, I’m home.”
“Hi, I’m in the baby’s room.” Kurt at first thought that was the weirdest thing to say, but it soon rolled off the tongue faster than not.
“I love the sound of that. You’re not working too hard, are you?”
“Nope, reclining on the couch in here. Feeling fat and lazy.”
“You look beautiful. And anyone who knows you knows you’re not lazy. What’re you doing right now -- the room or baby clothes?”
“The room.” Kurt smiled. “I’ve decided on holding off on more clothes until we know if it’s a boy or a girl.”
“What happened to ‘fashion has no gender.”
“It doesn’t. But I don’t feel like explaining to everyone that my little boy is in a frilly dress because it’s beautiful, and that he’s a he and not a she.”
“All babies look alike. No one would be able to tell until he or she is older.”
“I know. And I can just see it now. I had enough of people talking about me in high school. I didn’t make my fashion choices because I was gay -- I did it because I’m me, and I like to make a statement -- but you know they would say that’s why I would dress my son in a dress.”
“So why not stick with more -- gender neutral -- outfits.”
“Because I’m still me, and I still want to make a statement. Besides, no matter what, this baby will be the best dressed baby in New York. I may not be designing for theater, but I can still design.” Kurt looked up at him. “Help me up. I feel like I swallowed a bowling ball.”
“You don’t look like it. You look like you shoved a basketball under your shirt. I can’t believe you just popped out like that! And in just a few days we’ll be able to find out whether it’s a boy or a girl. Any word on whether Puck will come?”
“I invited him. I’ve invited him to everything so far. I told him I want him to be a part of this. As much as he wants. At least, if he’s even listening to my messages.” Kurt’s tone took on a disappointed air.
“Hey, look at me. He’ll come around. Finn’s excited, right? He’s been talking to Finn, I know. And no one can resist Finn’s enthusiasm, trust me, I’ve tried.”
“Yeah, you’re right. What’s for dinner?”
“I brought you pickles and ice cream.”
Kurt hit his arm. “No you didn’t. That’s disgusting.”
“Chinese.”
“Much better.”
“Go get in bed, I’ll bring you a tray. And stop worrying about Puck!” Blaine called after him.
“I’m not!”
Kurt pulled up the maternity shirt and unbuttoned the top button of his pants for the ultrasound tech.
“So you’re sure you want to know the sex of the baby?”
Kurt looked over at Blaine and grabbed his hand. “Yes, I mean, if it’s possible. We put it off the last few times. But if we can, now, please.”
“Well, we’ll see if baby cooperates.”
A beeping interrupted them from a phone on the wall. “Mr. Anderson-Hummel?”
“Yes?” Kurt and Blaine answered simultaneously.
“Oh, um, there’s a Mr. Noah Puckerman here. He says he was invited...”
Kurt spoke up, “Oh! Yes, he’s here? Please, let him back.” Kurt gave a nervous grin to Blaine who squeezed his hand.
Puck came into the room and looked at the scene.
“If you’ll shut the door, I’m just trying to get a good look at the little biscuit here,” the ultrasound tech said.
“We’re going to see if it’s a boy or a girl. Kurt’s convinced it’s a boy. But he’s also been doing most of the designs for the room with bows.”
“I had bows in my room. And you like bowties.”
“Relax, I’m just teasing.”
“Ooh!” Kurt gave a little yelp.
“What?”
“Cold gel. And baby-biscuit here doesn’t like it.”
“No, he doesn’t. He just jumped away from it,” the tech jumped in.
“He?” Puck repeated.
“He. See the little turtle between his legs there.”
“Doesn’t look so little to me.” Puck wiggled an eyebrow.
Blaine rolled his eyes. “It’s a boy?”
“It’s a boy. Congrats, daddies.”
Blaine bent over and gave a little kiss to Kurt’s cheek. “You were right.”
“I’m always right.” He nodded over to Puck who was watching the ultrasound screen intently and asking the tech questions. “You were, too.”
“Does that mean I can say, ‘I told you so?’”
“I’m happy to hear it from you -- this time.”
The tech wiped the gel from Kurt’s stomach, and Kurt moved to pull his shirt down when she stepped out.
“Whoa!”
“What?”
“Your stomach is moving. Quinn’s didn’t do that.”
“I’m pretty sure it did. I can’t say I ever paid much attention to it, though. It’s just the baby. He doesn’t like the machine, I think. He always gets super kicky afterwards.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Here.” Kurt grabbed Puck’s hand and put it on his stomach to the right of his belly button, where a lump kept poking out.
“That’s weird.” He leaned over and spoke into Kurt’s belly. “You’re gonna have a high kick like your daddy, huh? Maybe you’ll be a kicker on the football team, too. Your granddaddy’ll like that.”
“He’s definitely got the high kicks from somewhere.”
“So you’re serious about this? I can be the cool uncle? The one who can take him out and spoil him rotten and bring him back hyped on sugar and toys and you won’t care?”
“Well, we might care. But I know I meant it when I said I wanted you to be a part of his life. And no matter what, we don’t want to lose your friendship,” Blaine said.
Kurt nodded. “Puck, you’d be part of his life whether you were genetically a factor or not. You know that, right?”
“I guess.”
“Stop guessing. You’re part of our family whether you like it or not. So start liking it.” Blaine smiled at him.
“I’d listen to him. He has this way of doing really embarrassing things in public to those who don’t listen. He might serenade you in the middle of time square with a mariachi band if you don’t take a hint.”
“That’s kinda crazy, dude. But I can take a hint. I guess I’m favorite uncle Puck. Do I get a say on the name?”
“Your name choices so far have been better than Finn’s,” Kurt said.
“Well, I mean, you don’t have to go for it... I know you don’t do the whole religion and God thing...”
“Puck, if we hate the name, we’ll just say no,” Kurt cut him off.
“Seriously, relax.”
“Okay, well, when Sarah in the Bible found out that she was going to have a baby, she laughed. And I don’t know for sure if that’s what you did. But... I know that when I thought about it, that’s what I did. But anyhow, she named her kid after laughter. And I always liked that story, because isn’t that a cool name, laughter? So what about Isaac?”
“I like it,” said Kurt
“Me too, Uncle Puck. What do you think, Isaac?” Blaine placed his hand next to Puck’s. Kurt’s stomach pushed out towards the two hands.
Kurt laughed lightly. “I have no idea if that’s a yes or a no, but I’m going with yes. But now, little Isaac is hungry, and I’m supposed to be back in bed in less than two hours, per doctor’s orders. So let’s go out and celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” Puck asked.
“Celebrate Isaac, and that I can eat, and that I have the best husband in the world who will take us out, and that we have you back.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Blaine smiled.
Kurt sat next to Blaine at the small cafe they chose for lunch.
Puck lifted his glass and waited for them to do the same. “Here’s to Kurt, and Isaac, and to friendships that can withstand anything.” They clinked their glasses together. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick, guys.”
“Puck, you had every right to be upset...” Blaine started.
“Being upset doesn’t excuse my acting the way I have. It’s only because Finn reminded me that I was going to miss out on the really important things with the baby that I got my head out of my ass.”
“The important thing is that you did,” Kurt said.
“Yeah, I guess. Anyhow, I’m just glad I’ll get to be part of his and your lives.”
“We are, too. All three of us.” Kurt rubbed his belly.
“Show me some of the designs you two were talking about. I’ll come by later and help paint. Your job from now on is to keep that baby safe. Okay?”
“Okay. Got it. Just what I needed -- two of you telling me to take it easy.”
“If you listened to us it wouldn’t be an issue,” Blaine put in.
“Speaking of, shouldn’t you be getting back home and in bed?”
“Yes, yes I should,” Kurt said with a sigh. “Puck, don’t be a stranger.”
“I’ll be by tomorrow. You’ll be sick of me before you know it.”
Kurt stood up and gave him a hug. “Don’t even think it.”
Blaine joined in. “Nope, you’re stuck with us.”
Puck disentangled himself and leaned down so he was level with Kurt’s belly. “Okay, Isaac, your daddies seem to think that you’re going to be a little prince. But between you and me, I’m gonna spoil you rotten and teach you to be a badass, ‘kay. So you be on your best behavior until you see me. Then we’ll show ‘em who’s boss. G’bye, little man.” He laid a soft kiss where he’d been speaking and walked out of the restaurant.
Kurt turned to Blaine. “Should I pretend I didn’t hear him say any of that.”
“Yeah, probably for the best. It’ll be their secret. Ready to go?”
“Yes. Love you -- for everything.”
“You’re amazing. Let’s go home.”All my love dreams, are at last coming true.
Love dreams, binding me close to you.
Locked in your arms,
Ever to stay,
Just a whisper away.