Fic: It isn't mine, but...
gleempreg 6/27 weekly challenge prompt
Prompt: It isn't mine but...
Pairing: Kurt/Noah/Blaine
Rating: R
A/N: I think I read the prompt wrong, and it's been a busy holiday weekend, so this is what you get.
"This isn't working," Blaine asked, his voice delayed just a fraction of a second and his picture grainy in the dim light of his dorm room, "is it?"
"But I still love you," Kurt argued, pouting into the camera on his laptop. "Isn't that what matters?"
"I still love you, too," Blaine insisted, "but I'm going to be out here for the next three years, Kurt. I love you too much to make you put up with something this long distance during college. We'll take some time apart, keep in touch, and if we're meant to be, it'll happen."
Sighing, Kurt looked away from his boyfriend and admitted, "I hate your maturity so much right now."
Blaine smiled sadly and nodded before saying, "Goodbye, Kurt."
"Bye, Blaine," Kurt replied, trying to hold it together long enough to close his laptop and sever their connection. "The end of an era."
**88**
Noah knew people in the city, he knew he did, he just didn't bother contacting them. Rachel was busy with her career, Finn was busy with Rachel, and Santana was lezzing it up in some colony.
That was cool. Noah wanted to make it on his own. After working in Columbus for awhile, saving his money by living in a shitty apartment with three other guys, working his ass off, and indulging in an experiment or two now that his Ma couldn't give him crap anymore, he bought a bus ticket to New York and left.
Same working his ass off, same shitty apartment with strangers, a whole new level of experimentation. And the music. God, the music!
High on the music and the feel, the smell of bodies dancing all around him, Noah ran into the one person he'd forgotten was in this city and promptly grabbed him by the waist and kissed him.
Pushing him away, Kurt wiped his mouth off and shouted over the music, "Who the fuck are you?"
Noah supposed he did look different with longer, pink hair and no mohawk to speak of. "It's me, man," he shouted back, "Noah Puckerman. From glee?"
"Oh," Kurt mouthed, recognition flashing across his face. "Why did you do that?"
Without answering Kurt's question, Noah grinned, "C'mon, dude, dance with me! For old times' sake?"
Kurt had barely nodded before Noah pulled him close and started dancing all up on him. Kurt stiffened for half a second before playing along and then leaning toward Noah's ear and asking, "Are you on something, Puck? E?"
He laughed and shook his head, wondering if Kurt had any experience with illicit activities after leaving his goody-two shoes life in Ohio. "I get in enough trouble sober, babe. And it's Noah now. Puck was so high school."
"Well, Noah," Kurt replied, slipping his arms over Noah's shoulders, "if you're not high, what are you doing kissing me and dancing like this with me?"
"Wanna," Noah shrugged, twining his arms up Kurt's damp-with-sweat back and pulling him even closer, so their legs were interleaved and a particularly bold roll of the hips from either of them would make the other very happy. "Wanted you so bad in high school, man."
"You-you did?" Kurt asked, losing the rhythm for a moment before Noah dropped his hands to Kurt's hips and helped him out.
Nodding, Noah leaned forward, capturing those lips again and grinning as Kurt returned the kiss. Oh, yeah. This was gonna be epic.
**88**
Blaine was just passing through New York on his way from London to Westerville, so he didn't bother letting any of his American friends know he was in town. It was just an overnight layover - sixteen hours due to the absolute paucity of flights into small-town Ohio - so he booked a hotel room and got a taxi of his favorite restaurants.
While he was waiting for a table, someone called, "Blaine Warbler?"
Grinning because it had been so long since anyone had called him that, Blaine turned to see a tall guy with short, curly, pink hair approach him. "That's you, right, dude?"
Finally recognizing the voice better than the face, Blaine asked, "Puck? From McKinley?"
"Yeah, hey," the man grinned, sticking out his hand and shaking Blaine's with a firm grip. "Oh, man, you gotta come sit with us!"
"With whom?" Blaine asked, a little startled that Puck had yet to let go of his hand.
"Everyone," Puck replied, leading Blaine back into the restaurant. At a large table in the back sat a raucous group of young adults, each of them familiar. "It's our five-year glee reunion."
"It's only been four-"
"Since we made it to Nationals the first time, duh," Puck replied, pushing Blaine ahead of him and saying, "Hey, look who I found!"
Everyone looked over at him and Kurt, who had been sitting next to an empty chair, jumped up, crying, "Blaine! I didn't know you were going to be in town!"
"Just for the night," he explained, engulfed in a warm hug. Breathing in the still-familiar scent of Kurt, Blaine sighed, wishing he hadn't given this man up while he still had him. The two relationships he'd had in the mean time didn't mean nearly as much to him as Kurt did.
Then, to his complete surprise, while Mercedes and Rachel and everyone else hugged Blaine hello, Kurt backed up and fit himself under Puck's arm, his own arm snaking around to hold onto Puck's waist. No, Blaine would not have seen that one coming.
Kurt sat in between Puck and the chair they'd pulled up for Blaine, asking him all about London and telling him, "Oh, Noah and I have been together almost two years. We're moving in together once his lease expires in June."
"I certainly was surprised," Blaine admitted, poking sadly at the cheesecake Mercedes had talked him into.
Kurt took Blaine's hand and whispered, "To tell the truth, honey, so was I. I was still waiting for you to come back when Noah and I met again. I fell in love."
Blaine smiled, trying not to feel so sad. None of this was Kurt's fault and it wasn't like Blaine was sticking around in New York anyway. "I'm happy for you," he told Kurt, finding a little bit of peace when he realized he meant it.
**88**
Kurt started talking to Blaine more often since seeing him in the city, and their friendly relationship blossomed again. In fact, Kurt had let Blaine know about the opportunity that brought him back to New York, this time for good. When Kurt asked his boyfriend if Blaine could stay with them for a few days while he looked for a place to live, Noah shrugged and said, "Sure, babe, but don't think you're getting out of sexy times while he's here. You know I can't go-"
"How the hell are we going to adopt kids eventually," Kurt asked, sitting on his boyfriend's lap, "if you can't go more than forty-eight hours without sex?"
"Get a lock for the bedroom door an invest in an espresso machine," Noah replied with a laugh, closing his eyes as Kurt worked his fingers through Noah's (now natural-colored) hair.
On the second day of Blaine's visit, Kurt came home to the sound of voices yelling and the loud shriek of a whistle above a roaring crowd. Stepping out of the hallway and into the living room, Kurt found his boyfriend and his friend both crouched on the couch, staring at the TV. The ref said something with hand gestures and both men jumped up, roaring and bumping chests excitedly before plopping back down onto the couch and talking animatedly about whatever had just happened.
Kurt slipped into the kitchen to get dinner started and smiled to himself. Maybe it wouldn't be as awkward as he had feared.
**88**
Noah decided that Kurt's ex was a pretty cool dude and that if they had met under different circumstances, they might have made an awesome couple. Blaine was just the right mixture of button up and let-loose and he wasn't afraid to show it, unlike how Kurt could get sometimes, like he was so uptight it hurt. Not that Noah didn't love Kurt - he fucking loved that guy so hard he could barely breathe sometimes. He just thought, he could totally see why Kurt had been with Blaine before.
So after Blaine found a place and moved out, but still came over pretty often to watch the game or hang out with Kurt or something, when Kurt brought up the idea of spicing up their sex life, Noah automatically guessed, "You want a threesome with Blaine."
"What?" Kurt asked, looking completely shocked and okay, maybe Noah had been wrong. "N-no! I was just going to suggest recording ourselves or handcuffs or something. Do you want a threesome with Blaine?"
"Well..." Noah said. "Threesomes are...well, they're awesome and it's not like you would agree to bringing in a girl, and we both like him and he's not seeing anyone right now and-"
"You want to!" Kurt cried, but he was smiling a little bit, so Noah figured that was a good sign Kurt wasn't going to punch him or dump him or anything. "What, exactly, would you want?"
Flushing at the thought, because maybe he'd thought of it before, Noah shrugged and said, "I dunno. He a top or...?"
"Either," Kurt replied, sitting closer to Noah, more than a little eager.
"I - I mean I could top him maybe, while he went down on you? Or something?" Noah suggested, feeling incredibly stupid. "Nevermind."
"No nevermind," Kurt insisted. "Next time I see him, I'll float the subject, see how well it goes over."
"Why?" Noah asked suspiciously. "'Cause you still wanna get with him?"
"Because I love you, Noah," Kurt insisted, pulling him into a kiss, "and I want us to have incredible adventures together while we're still young. Plus I trust Blaine. I don't think I could do something like this with a stranger."
"Oh," Noah nodded, leaning his head against Kurt's. "Well, that's a'ight, I guess."
Kurt smiled and kissed him again, putting just the slightest bit of heat in that kiss before pulling away.
**88**
"So, there's rules," Kurt explained, sipping his coffee and watching Blaine's face. "Like, only I get to top Noah and if anyone wants to stop for any reason we'll have a safe word-"
"Let me think about it?" Blaine asked, needing to be anywhere nut here right now. "I mean, I don't know if I could be with you like that again and not feel...something."
"I'll always have feelings for you, Blaine," Kurt said sincerely, taking Blaine's hand and making him shiver. "But I have a life with Noah now and I love him too. If this is too difficult, I understand completely. No hard feelings."
Two days later, after going over everything in his head, Blaine decided it was an opportunity he couldn't pass up - he'd get to be with Kurt again and he'd get to be with Kurt's very hot boyfriend, who Blaine may or may not have had a crush on since seeing him play in one of the McKinely championship football games.
Plus, it had been about a year since he'd gotten laid, so it really was about time.
Rules were agreed upon, a few drinks were had, and then Blaine was naked in his friends' bedroom with a man on either side of him, holding on tight to Kurt below him and grunting in time with Noah's thrusts above him while his friends kissed each other over his shoulder.
It was fucking awesome.
**88**
"As much as I love having Blaine here," Noah murmured into Kurt's mouth as they sat making out on their couch after dinner, "this whole you-and-me thing is my favorite."
"You're just saying that," Kurt pointed out, rolling his hips, "because I usually do all the work."
"Is sleeping with me really all that much work?" Noah asked with a laugh, nuzzling Kurt's neck and trying to decide whether of not to leave a hickey today. A knock at the door made him groan and let Kurt go, willing away his hard-on for better use some other time.
Kurt looked out through the peephole and laughed. "Speak of the devil!"
**88**
Kurt was happy to see his friend until Blaine looked up and Kurt could see red rims around his eyes, like he'd been crying, and he looked a little green. "Oh, god," Kurt cried, grabbing Blaine around the shoulders and pulling him into the apartment. "Who died?"
"No one," Blaine insisted, though he let Kurt steer him into sitting on one of the dining chairs. "But I do have - well, I have news..." he replied cryptically. Kurt tilted his head, waiting for this news, but Blaine seemed to be having a difficult time spitting it out. He kept opening and closing his mouth, taking a breath to say something and then just letting it out.
"Just say it, dude," Noah insisted, crouching down in front of Blaine and it struck Kurt that his boyfriend must really care about his friend. He wasn't sure whether he should be jealous or happy or what.
And then Blaine sighed, "I'm pregnant."
Noah rocked back on his heels, grabbing the arm of Blaine's chair so he wouldn't fall over and Kurt felt himself wobbling a little, too. "I didn't know you could..."
"I didn't either," Blaine admitted, wiping on of his eyes with the rough-looking wool sleeve of his coat. "And we were safe and everything but something went wrong because the only sex I've had in the past year has been with you."
Kurt thought Blaine was speaking to both of them, but when he looked over, Blaine and Noah were sharing a long, important look. Given what they had done, Noah had to be the father. His condom must've leaked or something one of the times and now Kurt's live-in boyfriend was Blaine's baby daddy. Kurt left the room as he tried to figure out what on earth was going on and how exactly he felt about it.
**88**
Blaine accepted the hug when Noah pulled him into it, bending down to reach where the guy knelt on the floor in front of him. "It's gonna be okay," Noah whispered, squeezing Blaine tighter. "It'll be fine, dude. You'll see."
Blaine nodded against Noah's shoulder and then pulled back, looking for Kurt. He wasn't in the room. "Oh god," Blaine sighed, pushing Noah further away, "Kurt hates me now! I swear, I never meant for this to happen."
"Yeah," Noah nodded as he got up off the ground, giving Blaine a fond look as he went. "I'm gonna talk to him. You stay here, okay? I wanna take responsibility for this, so don't disappear on me."
After a long, hard stare Blaine nodded before dropping his head down into his hands. Fairly certain Blaine would stay put, Noah slipped back into the apartment after Kurt, scared to death that this pregnancy meant the end of them.
He found his boyfriend in the bathroom, leaning over the sink like he might be sick.
Carefully, Noah approached Kurt and murmured, "I'm not going to leave you, Babe. I won't. Not even over this."
"You can't just forget this happ-"
"I'm not," Noah replied, running his hand down Kurt's back. "Blaine's our friend and I wanna take care of him, Kurt, but I want to be with you."
Kurt shrugged with one shoulder and said softly, "We did always talk about kids..."
Nodding, Noah leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend softly. "What do you want to do?"
"I...This sounds stupid, but I keep thinking we can't leave Blaine alone in this. The baby couldn't be mine, it's not. But I'd like to be with you - the both of you - if you'll let me."
"The both...?" Noah asked, possibilities running through his mind until he centered on the memory of lying in bed, wrapped around Blaine and smiling at Kurt beyond him, happy and sated. "We can try," Noah nodded. "We can totally try, Kurt. I want to try."
Kurt nodded with a sigh and put himself in Noah's arms for a moment. "I can't wait to meet your kid, Noah."
"Me neither."
**88**
It took Blaine a long time to realize that Kurt and Noah hadn't invited him into their lives out of pity or some heavy sense of responsibility. They both treated him like some sort of prince. Kurt talked about designing a line of baby clothes and Noah wouldn't stop making cakes and brisket and things, despite Kurt's insistence he make healthier foods.
He felt like maybe, just maybe, this would work out.
Prompt: It isn't mine but...
Pairing: Kurt/Noah/Blaine
Rating: R
A/N: I think I read the prompt wrong, and it's been a busy holiday weekend, so this is what you get.
"This isn't working," Blaine asked, his voice delayed just a fraction of a second and his picture grainy in the dim light of his dorm room, "is it?"
"But I still love you," Kurt argued, pouting into the camera on his laptop. "Isn't that what matters?"
"I still love you, too," Blaine insisted, "but I'm going to be out here for the next three years, Kurt. I love you too much to make you put up with something this long distance during college. We'll take some time apart, keep in touch, and if we're meant to be, it'll happen."
Sighing, Kurt looked away from his boyfriend and admitted, "I hate your maturity so much right now."
Blaine smiled sadly and nodded before saying, "Goodbye, Kurt."
"Bye, Blaine," Kurt replied, trying to hold it together long enough to close his laptop and sever their connection. "The end of an era."
**88**
Noah knew people in the city, he knew he did, he just didn't bother contacting them. Rachel was busy with her career, Finn was busy with Rachel, and Santana was lezzing it up in some colony.
That was cool. Noah wanted to make it on his own. After working in Columbus for awhile, saving his money by living in a shitty apartment with three other guys, working his ass off, and indulging in an experiment or two now that his Ma couldn't give him crap anymore, he bought a bus ticket to New York and left.
Same working his ass off, same shitty apartment with strangers, a whole new level of experimentation. And the music. God, the music!
High on the music and the feel, the smell of bodies dancing all around him, Noah ran into the one person he'd forgotten was in this city and promptly grabbed him by the waist and kissed him.
Pushing him away, Kurt wiped his mouth off and shouted over the music, "Who the fuck are you?"
Noah supposed he did look different with longer, pink hair and no mohawk to speak of. "It's me, man," he shouted back, "Noah Puckerman. From glee?"
"Oh," Kurt mouthed, recognition flashing across his face. "Why did you do that?"
Without answering Kurt's question, Noah grinned, "C'mon, dude, dance with me! For old times' sake?"
Kurt had barely nodded before Noah pulled him close and started dancing all up on him. Kurt stiffened for half a second before playing along and then leaning toward Noah's ear and asking, "Are you on something, Puck? E?"
He laughed and shook his head, wondering if Kurt had any experience with illicit activities after leaving his goody-two shoes life in Ohio. "I get in enough trouble sober, babe. And it's Noah now. Puck was so high school."
"Well, Noah," Kurt replied, slipping his arms over Noah's shoulders, "if you're not high, what are you doing kissing me and dancing like this with me?"
"Wanna," Noah shrugged, twining his arms up Kurt's damp-with-sweat back and pulling him even closer, so their legs were interleaved and a particularly bold roll of the hips from either of them would make the other very happy. "Wanted you so bad in high school, man."
"You-you did?" Kurt asked, losing the rhythm for a moment before Noah dropped his hands to Kurt's hips and helped him out.
Nodding, Noah leaned forward, capturing those lips again and grinning as Kurt returned the kiss. Oh, yeah. This was gonna be epic.
**88**
Blaine was just passing through New York on his way from London to Westerville, so he didn't bother letting any of his American friends know he was in town. It was just an overnight layover - sixteen hours due to the absolute paucity of flights into small-town Ohio - so he booked a hotel room and got a taxi of his favorite restaurants.
While he was waiting for a table, someone called, "Blaine Warbler?"
Grinning because it had been so long since anyone had called him that, Blaine turned to see a tall guy with short, curly, pink hair approach him. "That's you, right, dude?"
Finally recognizing the voice better than the face, Blaine asked, "Puck? From McKinley?"
"Yeah, hey," the man grinned, sticking out his hand and shaking Blaine's with a firm grip. "Oh, man, you gotta come sit with us!"
"With whom?" Blaine asked, a little startled that Puck had yet to let go of his hand.
"Everyone," Puck replied, leading Blaine back into the restaurant. At a large table in the back sat a raucous group of young adults, each of them familiar. "It's our five-year glee reunion."
"It's only been four-"
"Since we made it to Nationals the first time, duh," Puck replied, pushing Blaine ahead of him and saying, "Hey, look who I found!"
Everyone looked over at him and Kurt, who had been sitting next to an empty chair, jumped up, crying, "Blaine! I didn't know you were going to be in town!"
"Just for the night," he explained, engulfed in a warm hug. Breathing in the still-familiar scent of Kurt, Blaine sighed, wishing he hadn't given this man up while he still had him. The two relationships he'd had in the mean time didn't mean nearly as much to him as Kurt did.
Then, to his complete surprise, while Mercedes and Rachel and everyone else hugged Blaine hello, Kurt backed up and fit himself under Puck's arm, his own arm snaking around to hold onto Puck's waist. No, Blaine would not have seen that one coming.
Kurt sat in between Puck and the chair they'd pulled up for Blaine, asking him all about London and telling him, "Oh, Noah and I have been together almost two years. We're moving in together once his lease expires in June."
"I certainly was surprised," Blaine admitted, poking sadly at the cheesecake Mercedes had talked him into.
Kurt took Blaine's hand and whispered, "To tell the truth, honey, so was I. I was still waiting for you to come back when Noah and I met again. I fell in love."
Blaine smiled, trying not to feel so sad. None of this was Kurt's fault and it wasn't like Blaine was sticking around in New York anyway. "I'm happy for you," he told Kurt, finding a little bit of peace when he realized he meant it.
**88**
Kurt started talking to Blaine more often since seeing him in the city, and their friendly relationship blossomed again. In fact, Kurt had let Blaine know about the opportunity that brought him back to New York, this time for good. When Kurt asked his boyfriend if Blaine could stay with them for a few days while he looked for a place to live, Noah shrugged and said, "Sure, babe, but don't think you're getting out of sexy times while he's here. You know I can't go-"
"How the hell are we going to adopt kids eventually," Kurt asked, sitting on his boyfriend's lap, "if you can't go more than forty-eight hours without sex?"
"Get a lock for the bedroom door an invest in an espresso machine," Noah replied with a laugh, closing his eyes as Kurt worked his fingers through Noah's (now natural-colored) hair.
On the second day of Blaine's visit, Kurt came home to the sound of voices yelling and the loud shriek of a whistle above a roaring crowd. Stepping out of the hallway and into the living room, Kurt found his boyfriend and his friend both crouched on the couch, staring at the TV. The ref said something with hand gestures and both men jumped up, roaring and bumping chests excitedly before plopping back down onto the couch and talking animatedly about whatever had just happened.
Kurt slipped into the kitchen to get dinner started and smiled to himself. Maybe it wouldn't be as awkward as he had feared.
**88**
Noah decided that Kurt's ex was a pretty cool dude and that if they had met under different circumstances, they might have made an awesome couple. Blaine was just the right mixture of button up and let-loose and he wasn't afraid to show it, unlike how Kurt could get sometimes, like he was so uptight it hurt. Not that Noah didn't love Kurt - he fucking loved that guy so hard he could barely breathe sometimes. He just thought, he could totally see why Kurt had been with Blaine before.
So after Blaine found a place and moved out, but still came over pretty often to watch the game or hang out with Kurt or something, when Kurt brought up the idea of spicing up their sex life, Noah automatically guessed, "You want a threesome with Blaine."
"What?" Kurt asked, looking completely shocked and okay, maybe Noah had been wrong. "N-no! I was just going to suggest recording ourselves or handcuffs or something. Do you want a threesome with Blaine?"
"Well..." Noah said. "Threesomes are...well, they're awesome and it's not like you would agree to bringing in a girl, and we both like him and he's not seeing anyone right now and-"
"You want to!" Kurt cried, but he was smiling a little bit, so Noah figured that was a good sign Kurt wasn't going to punch him or dump him or anything. "What, exactly, would you want?"
Flushing at the thought, because maybe he'd thought of it before, Noah shrugged and said, "I dunno. He a top or...?"
"Either," Kurt replied, sitting closer to Noah, more than a little eager.
"I - I mean I could top him maybe, while he went down on you? Or something?" Noah suggested, feeling incredibly stupid. "Nevermind."
"No nevermind," Kurt insisted. "Next time I see him, I'll float the subject, see how well it goes over."
"Why?" Noah asked suspiciously. "'Cause you still wanna get with him?"
"Because I love you, Noah," Kurt insisted, pulling him into a kiss, "and I want us to have incredible adventures together while we're still young. Plus I trust Blaine. I don't think I could do something like this with a stranger."
"Oh," Noah nodded, leaning his head against Kurt's. "Well, that's a'ight, I guess."
Kurt smiled and kissed him again, putting just the slightest bit of heat in that kiss before pulling away.
**88**
"So, there's rules," Kurt explained, sipping his coffee and watching Blaine's face. "Like, only I get to top Noah and if anyone wants to stop for any reason we'll have a safe word-"
"Let me think about it?" Blaine asked, needing to be anywhere nut here right now. "I mean, I don't know if I could be with you like that again and not feel...something."
"I'll always have feelings for you, Blaine," Kurt said sincerely, taking Blaine's hand and making him shiver. "But I have a life with Noah now and I love him too. If this is too difficult, I understand completely. No hard feelings."
Two days later, after going over everything in his head, Blaine decided it was an opportunity he couldn't pass up - he'd get to be with Kurt again and he'd get to be with Kurt's very hot boyfriend, who Blaine may or may not have had a crush on since seeing him play in one of the McKinely championship football games.
Plus, it had been about a year since he'd gotten laid, so it really was about time.
Rules were agreed upon, a few drinks were had, and then Blaine was naked in his friends' bedroom with a man on either side of him, holding on tight to Kurt below him and grunting in time with Noah's thrusts above him while his friends kissed each other over his shoulder.
It was fucking awesome.
**88**
"As much as I love having Blaine here," Noah murmured into Kurt's mouth as they sat making out on their couch after dinner, "this whole you-and-me thing is my favorite."
"You're just saying that," Kurt pointed out, rolling his hips, "because I usually do all the work."
"Is sleeping with me really all that much work?" Noah asked with a laugh, nuzzling Kurt's neck and trying to decide whether of not to leave a hickey today. A knock at the door made him groan and let Kurt go, willing away his hard-on for better use some other time.
Kurt looked out through the peephole and laughed. "Speak of the devil!"
**88**
Kurt was happy to see his friend until Blaine looked up and Kurt could see red rims around his eyes, like he'd been crying, and he looked a little green. "Oh, god," Kurt cried, grabbing Blaine around the shoulders and pulling him into the apartment. "Who died?"
"No one," Blaine insisted, though he let Kurt steer him into sitting on one of the dining chairs. "But I do have - well, I have news..." he replied cryptically. Kurt tilted his head, waiting for this news, but Blaine seemed to be having a difficult time spitting it out. He kept opening and closing his mouth, taking a breath to say something and then just letting it out.
"Just say it, dude," Noah insisted, crouching down in front of Blaine and it struck Kurt that his boyfriend must really care about his friend. He wasn't sure whether he should be jealous or happy or what.
And then Blaine sighed, "I'm pregnant."
Noah rocked back on his heels, grabbing the arm of Blaine's chair so he wouldn't fall over and Kurt felt himself wobbling a little, too. "I didn't know you could..."
"I didn't either," Blaine admitted, wiping on of his eyes with the rough-looking wool sleeve of his coat. "And we were safe and everything but something went wrong because the only sex I've had in the past year has been with you."
Kurt thought Blaine was speaking to both of them, but when he looked over, Blaine and Noah were sharing a long, important look. Given what they had done, Noah had to be the father. His condom must've leaked or something one of the times and now Kurt's live-in boyfriend was Blaine's baby daddy. Kurt left the room as he tried to figure out what on earth was going on and how exactly he felt about it.
**88**
Blaine accepted the hug when Noah pulled him into it, bending down to reach where the guy knelt on the floor in front of him. "It's gonna be okay," Noah whispered, squeezing Blaine tighter. "It'll be fine, dude. You'll see."
Blaine nodded against Noah's shoulder and then pulled back, looking for Kurt. He wasn't in the room. "Oh god," Blaine sighed, pushing Noah further away, "Kurt hates me now! I swear, I never meant for this to happen."
"Yeah," Noah nodded as he got up off the ground, giving Blaine a fond look as he went. "I'm gonna talk to him. You stay here, okay? I wanna take responsibility for this, so don't disappear on me."
After a long, hard stare Blaine nodded before dropping his head down into his hands. Fairly certain Blaine would stay put, Noah slipped back into the apartment after Kurt, scared to death that this pregnancy meant the end of them.
He found his boyfriend in the bathroom, leaning over the sink like he might be sick.
Carefully, Noah approached Kurt and murmured, "I'm not going to leave you, Babe. I won't. Not even over this."
"You can't just forget this happ-"
"I'm not," Noah replied, running his hand down Kurt's back. "Blaine's our friend and I wanna take care of him, Kurt, but I want to be with you."
Kurt shrugged with one shoulder and said softly, "We did always talk about kids..."
Nodding, Noah leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend softly. "What do you want to do?"
"I...This sounds stupid, but I keep thinking we can't leave Blaine alone in this. The baby couldn't be mine, it's not. But I'd like to be with you - the both of you - if you'll let me."
"The both...?" Noah asked, possibilities running through his mind until he centered on the memory of lying in bed, wrapped around Blaine and smiling at Kurt beyond him, happy and sated. "We can try," Noah nodded. "We can totally try, Kurt. I want to try."
Kurt nodded with a sigh and put himself in Noah's arms for a moment. "I can't wait to meet your kid, Noah."
"Me neither."
**88**
It took Blaine a long time to realize that Kurt and Noah hadn't invited him into their lives out of pity or some heavy sense of responsibility. They both treated him like some sort of prince. Kurt talked about designing a line of baby clothes and Noah wouldn't stop making cakes and brisket and things, despite Kurt's insistence he make healthier foods.
He felt like maybe, just maybe, this would work out.