Blaine slowly lifts his hand, about to knock on the door of his boyfriend's house, but he stops and drops it again, frowning. How was he going to tell Kurt something that he didn't really even believe himself? They were safe when they made love. No, neither of them had been tested for the gene, but what were the odds? Only one in three million men actually carry the gene that allows them to bare children. It was only once. One time they did it spur of the moment without protection and this was the result? He stands there and stares at the door, trying to muster courage to actually knock. Blaine Anderson, the king of the word 'courage', doesn't have any when he needs it most. No matter how nervous he was, Kurt has a right to know. Blaine would give him two options: A, stay with him and be his support system, because there was no way in hell he was getting an abortion; or B, leave him to fend for himself. He was really, really hoping for option A. Blaine jumps when someone says his name and he shakes his head, blinking a few times before looking up to meet the eyes of his lover.

"Sweetheart, I love it when you spontaneously drop by to see me, but you actually have to knock first." Kurt smiles and flicks some hair from his eyes, "Not nearly give me a heart attack by standing on my porch like a zombie. I thought you were a rapist or something. I almost broke out the pepper spray."

Blaine blinks and swallows hard, clearing his throat, "S-Sorry.." He takes a deep breath, suddenly feeling nauseous again.

Kurt frowns, worry evident in his big, beautiful blue-green eyes, "Are you going to be sick again? You don't look very good."

"I don't... I don't know." He replies shakily, "Can I come inside?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course." He wraps his arm around the other boy's shoulders and gently leads him inside, "Didn't you go to the doctor today for that stomach bug? I'm surprised I haven't caught it yet. Is everything okay? What did they say?"

Blaine sits on the couch and smiles at his boyfriend, "You ask too many questions when you're worried."

Kurt smiles sheepishly, "Sorry."

"No, it's cute... It's very Kurt." He smiles and takes a deep breath, "But I don't think you can catch this stomach bug."

He frowns deeply, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm perfectly healthy." He kisses his worry-creased forehead and smiles as they pull back, "Don't frown like that. It'll give you wrinkles."

Kurt gasps dramatically and his hand flies to his forehead, "No! Blaine! Don't even joke about something as serious as wrinkles!"

Blaine can't help but laugh at his boyfriend's horrified expression, "Awe, I'm sorry, gorgeous. Your skin will be silky smooth for the rest of your long life, what with the entire collection of skin products you spend so much money on."

Kurt smiles and takes his hand, lacing their fingers together as he crosses his legs and chuckles, "Hey, don't complain! You knew I was high-maintenance when you decided to kiss me over Pavarotti's casket and start this whole thing!"

Blaine can't help but smile at the memory, "You wouldn't be Kurt if you weren't. And if you weren't Kurt, I wouldn't love you as much as I do."

"Oh stop that." He hits his shoulder playfully, a blush rising to his pale cheeks, "Anyway... Tell me what the doctor said. What did you mean by 'you can't catch this stomach bug'?"

He starts to feel ill again, "Uhm..."

"Oh God, it must be bad!" Kurt cries out, gripping his boyfriend's hand tightly, fear on his face, "Is it cancer? Oh God, Blaine! If it's cancer, I promise we'll get through this!" He scoots closer, beginning to babble on and on.

Blaine couldn't interrupt him. He was too busy smiling, all the love in the world in his eyes as he watches Kurt. He was way too perfect for his own good. If he would stick with Blaine through cancer, surely he would stay to raise their baby together, right? His mind wanders as he watches his boyfriend. Kurt is so beautiful. Chestnut hair, flawless porcelain skin, blue-green eyes... Not to mention he was strong, confident, and just plain nice to be around. His smile could light up even the darkest night and his voice... when he sang it was like angels; he could make even the Grinch smile with a voice like that. Their baby would be just like him. He takes a deep breath, a hand settling over his stomach.

"… and you'll totally rock the bald look! We could even buy some w- hmmph..." Blaine cuts him off with a firm kiss on the lips, and Kurt closes his eyes, kissing him back tenderly.

"I don't have cancer, Kurt." He says just above a whisper after he pulls back, looking into his eyes, "I love you so much... You know that? You're amazing."

He sighs deeply, tears filling his eyes, "Please, Blaine. Please tell me what's wrong, beca-because I'm freaking out here!"

"Hey, don't cry..." He frowns, "Kurt, I'm pregnant, okay? I'm not dying… wait. Maybe I should have said that differently."

Kurt stares at him, his face going from worried and upset to pure relief in an instant, "What?"

He tries to smile, "I said I'm pregnant. You know… with a baby…"

"That's... That's not funny, Blaine." He keeps staring at him, the relief washing away and being replaced by a look Blaine couldn't decipher, "Are you serious?"

"Well, yeah." He responds, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "It's not like I'm lying or anything. I have the papers from the doctor if you want to see them."

He swallows hard and nods a little turning away from his boyfriend, "Well… at least it's not cancer…"

"Yeah…" He smiles a little bit, "That's always good."

Kurt looks at him and licks his lips, slowly taking his hand, "We can do this…"

Blaine nods, "I know…" He kisses the back of his hand and smiles a little, no longer worried about his love leaving him, "Give it five minutes to sink in. You'll freak out then."