A/N ... Hi. Thanks for clicking. So this genre is new to me but I wanted to give it a go. Please let me know what you think. The tags on this may make this seem like all smut but I assure you it's not - although there will be plenty of that too.

WARNINGS: this story involves bp!kurt and MPreg as well as underage (Blaine is 38 and Kurt is 17). If that bothers you please bypass this story.

I hope you enjoy.

Blaine was frustrated. He rubbed his hand over his face as he slumped back into the economy class airplane seat. It had been a while since he was forced to fly economy. Blaine Anderson was used to first class. But today's flight had been jam packed full and there had been no first class available. That's what he gets for booking last minute. He tried to postpone the trip until tomorrow … or until never for that matter, but his eldest cousin had practically begged him to come. So here he found himself on a Saturday morning, sitting beside a large and already snoring man in economy class going back to the god forsaken state of Ohio.

Ohio – it's where he grew up but as soon as he had been old enough he left his family and friends and everything he ever knew to go to study at NYU and eventually Harvard Law. He excelled. He had always been bright and driven and it wasn't long until he found himself in the top percentile of his class and passing the Bar Exam with flying colours. He worked hard to climb his way up the ladder starting in Boston at a small firm but he very soon after moved to Chicago where a better opportunity presented itself. That is where he really became who he was, professionally. He put his nose to the grindstone and quickly rose to the top, literally. He now had the largest corner office on the 23rd floor right in the heart of downtown Chicago. He was one of the youngest people to become name partner at his firm and probably all of Chicago – at thirty-seven, it was almost unheard of but Blaine had a knack for finding details that not many others could find … details that would make even the very best defense teams fall apart. His record spoke for itself and on top of that, he was charming. It was a deadly combination. He was successful. He had an obscene amount of money, even for the Anderson family standards. He was respected within his firm and his city. And, he was even able to carve out time to have a love life.

Blaine had never been one to throw himself around sexually but he had dated an array of men, all of which either bore him, or were out for his money. He did manage to become serious with a handful of them. He loved them but he had never been in love with any of them … until he met Jon. Jon was a lawyer in his own right. He had his own success and his own money thus never cared about how much Blaine had. He was different than the rest. He had liked Blaine from the get go. He grew to care for him and loved him like no one else ever had. Jon was good for him. Jon was safe. Jon was going to be his husband one day. Blaine knew he wasn't getting any younger and he wanted kids one day so there was no reason to postpone the inevitable.

This is mostly why Blaine was frustrated today. He had been planning to propose to his boyfriend of two years this weekend but a call from his cousin, Simon Fabray, put a skew into his plans. Simon needed a lawyer – one that he trusted, and he needed one immediately. So, Blaine being Blaine, never wanting to disappoint anyone and never being able to say no to family, booked the next flight out to Lima – after saying bye to his soon-to-be fiance, of course, by making long sweet love to him - last night and again this morning.

Simon definitely is going to owe me one, Blaine thought to himself as he looked for his earbuds to drown out the snoring of the man beside him. His relationship with Simon wasn't a close one. Simon was ten years his elder so growing up they never had much in common but Blaine's mother and Simon's mother were sisters and very close so it was Blaine's duty to help Simon out – besides, he was a nice guy and he genuinely wanted to help his cousin – he just wished that the timing had been better.

Just the weekend and then I can go back Chicago and to Jon, Blaine thought to himself as he turned on his iPod. He turned up Katy Perry's voice – his guilty pleasure – and closed his eyes. Hopefully he would be able to nap and nip off the headache that was festering in the back of his mind.

xxxxxxx

"Quinny," Janine Fabray called out to her daughter. "I know you've invited friends over to use the pool today and that's fine but please keep it outdoors. Your father has an important meeting and he needs peace and quiet."

"Got it, mom," Quinn called from the kitchen where she was fixing snacks for her end of summer party.

It was a hot day in Lima and one of the last weekends of the summer before she and her friends had to return to school to star their senior year. So, for their last days of freedom, Quinn invited her closest friends over for a pool party. She was just putting the finishing touches on the hummus when her best friend in the whole world peeked his head into the kitchen.

"Hey Fabray," his angelic voice filtered in.

"Kurt," she said. "You're here early." She moved to him and hugged the boy who had been her best friend since kindergarten.

He held on tight and kissed the top of her head. He was tall and Quinn fit perfectly in his embrace. "I thought you might want a hand with pre-party stuff," he said. "And, I brought stuff for punch," he quipped with his signature Kurt Hummel smirk.

Quinn knew what this meant. Kurt brought alcohol. She gave him a look. "My dad will kill you," she whispered good naturedly.

"Ah, he won't know," Kurt grinned. "How many times have we pulled the wool over his eyes before?"

"Who won't know what," Janine entered the kitchen.

"Oh, hi Janine," Kurt straightened up and then moved in to kiss her cheek as a distraction. It had been only two years since he was able to bring himself to stop calling Quinn's parents Mr. and Mrs. Fabray but it still felt weird to call them by their first names. His mother would have rolled in her grave if she had known that her dear polite son was calling anyone older than him by anything other than Sir or Ma'am.

Forgetting about the question, Janine smiled. "Hello Kurt. It's nice of you to come help Quinny before the party."

"Oh you know I basically live here," he said.

"Yes. And we are glad for it. We have watched you grow all these years," she smiled warmly. "You have been such a good friend to Quinn." Janine was a proper woman but that didn't stop her from demonstrating playfulness with people she was comfortable around. "Too bad you're gay, dear otherwise we would make sure that you married our daughter."

"MOM!" Quinn squealed as both Janine and Kurt laughed.

Yup, Kurt was gay. Definitely gay but even if he were straight there was no way he could ever marry his best friend – no. Just no. They were like siblings and besides, as a wife, Quinn would drive Kurt bananas. She was simply too high-maintenance (unlike him, of course). Besides, if he married her, Puck would kill him. He smiled to himself at the ridiculousness of his thoughts and proceeded to cut up some veggies.

As he was cutting he let his mind wander. Marriage. There was a concept. Of course, Kurt would love to find his Prince Charming and marry one day but he didn't see it in the cards for himself. He had too many other things he wanted to do first – go to fashion school, start a career, travel, and do everything that a young adult does in a large city, because he was definitely leaving Lima. He wanted to go to New York, the mecca of everything Kurt loved and he wouldn't stop until he reached his goal. Nope, marriage wasn't in the cards for a long time. Besides, Kurt had never even kissed a boy. He knew how pathetic that was. He was seventeen for crying out loud and he hadn't even had his first kiss. The problem was, there were no gay boys in Lima – at least not ones who were out and proud - but even if there were the chances that they'd be into … him, into what made him … different, was slim to none.

He had accepted himself years ago - his orientation, his anatomy, his … uniqueness. His family and his very closest friends accepted him too but Kurt would be stupid to assume that others would be comfortable with what he had to offer. He knew others would be put off and even repulsed. Of course there were others who would be into it but it would have to be someone pretty special for Kurt to let in … for Kurt to feel comfortable being his true self with.

A voice brought him out of his thoughts, "hey boo."

Mercedes. He smiled and hugged her in greeting. The guests were beginning to arrive so Kurt got to work making the punch, making sure to keep an eye out for Simon or Janine as he dumped in the rum he had snuck from Burt Hummel's liquor cabinet.

xxxxxxx

The nap didn't do anything to help Blaine's headache. In fact, it probably made it worse - but onward and upward as his dad always said. He had landed safely and rented a car and was now just pulling onto the Fabrays' street and reached the house. What's with all the cars, Blaine thought. There were about eight of them all parked haphazardly on and around the driveway. Blaine groaned as he found a spot further down the street and walked to the house and up the steps to the front door. Before he could even knock, Simon opened it up and pulled Blaine into an embrace. "Blaine, thank you so much for coming. You don't know how much I appreciate this. I hope you didn't have any important plans this weekend."

"Simon, it's nice to see you. No, no, nothing that couldn't be rescheduled," Blaine said, trying to hide his frown. "I'm concerned about your business though. It sounds serious. I mean having me fly in from Chicago on a week-end and on such short notice."

"Again, I apologize for that, Blaine but yes we are in big trouble and with my lawyer being involved in the mix I needed a new one and fast. And I trust you Blaine. You're family."

Blaine nodded and noticed that his headache was intensifying. Simon showed him straight into his office to get started on the details. "Have a seat. Would you like a drink? Water, soda, coffee, something stronger?"

Blaine didn't often drink alcohol and he thought it wouldn't be good for his headache. But coffee, yes. He really did need one. "I'll take a coffee if it's no trouble, please."

Simon called out to Janine then proceeded to fill Blaine in on what was happening at his public relations firm.

xxxxxxx

"CANNONBALL!" Puck yelled as he flung himself into the pool and splashed all the girls and Kurt.

"Puckerman, I told you I don't want my hair getting wet," Kurt squealed.

"Oh calm down, Hummel. You know Quinn has hairspray you can use," Santana said as she wiped her face from Puck's splashes.

The pool party so far was a hit. It had a little something to do with the warm weather, the good friends, and maybe a lot to do with the rum that was in the punch.

"Pour me another, Kurt," Artie asked as he floated around on a lounger. Kurt obliged and poured himself another one too.

If Kurt was being honest, he was already a bit tipsy. He didn't often drink alcohol so when he did it went straight into him. This would be only his third glass but he could already feel the effects. He started bumping to the music coming from Finn's iPod, which was hooked up to speakers. This was his jam, Last Friday Night. He danced like no one was watching and really no one was because all his friends were dancing too. He was grateful for them. There was a time when he was a loner and depressed – mostly because he had still been in the closet and was struggling with his emotions, his anatomy, and the fact that he had no one to talk to. Since his mother died when he was eight Kurt had been on a downward spiral. He knew his father loved him and he tried very hard to understand Kurt but Kurt was different.

The thing that saved him was Glee Club. There he felt that he fit in because Mr. Schuester made sure everyone felt included. They were a band of misfits but they were talented and they grew to love each other. Like any family they had their ups and downs – some more than others but all in all there was nothing he wouldn't do for any one of these losers and he knew they equally had his back.

His friend Tina danced over to him and they started shimmying and sashaying together just as Puck took his empty glass and replaced it with a fresh one. This is going to be a long afternoon, Kurt thought.

xxxxxxx

"So what you're saying," Blaine pressed a thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose, "is that the lawyer you had representing your firm was a dirty one? And his firm is standing behind him? That's ludicrous," Blaine exclaimed.

"Exactly," said Simon. "And because my company is completely innocent and we didn't' know what was happening, we need to sue him and his firm so that we can save our reputation. The public will think we were in on it. Clients will jump ship and my business will be as good as done. Blaine you have to help me. You know I'll pay you top dollar. I'm not looking for a handout I'm simply looking for someone who I know can win and who I trust."

Blaine nodded. It would be a challenge with an entire firm standing behind the lawyer but Blaine never backed down from a challenge. On the other hand this would be a high profile case and he would need to be away from home and from his own firm until it was over. "This will require a lot of shifting around for me, Simon. My base is Chicago. My clients are there, my boyfriend is there, and my home is there."

"You can stay with us or I can put you up in a hotel. I'll fly your boyfriend out here at my expense whenever you want or you back to Chicago. I just really need you Blaine." Simon was almost pleading with him.

Blaine's head was pounding. He needed relief. He needed to think. He needed to talk with Jon. "Do you mind if I use the washroom? And is there a private place I can make a phone call? Then we can continue this conversation."

"Of course," Simon said. "The washroom is up the stairs, first door on your left. Across from it is a spare office you can use to make your call."

Blaine excused himself then took a small bottle of Advil from his bag and trudged up the stairs.

xxxxxxx

Kurt was really tipsy now. He needed to sober up if he had any chance of being able to drive home. He put his short-sleeved button up back on over his short and fitted swim trunks but didn't bother to button it up. He then excused himself and stepped into the kitchen to retrieve water and to start the coffee maker. He knew his way around the kitchen. The Fabrays' home was like his home. He didn't need to ask permission for anything. It had been a long standing rule that Kurt could help himself to anything at any time. He hummed to himself as he opened the cupboard and reached up for a glass. As he turned to make his way towards the water cooler he was startled. There was a stranger in the kitchen, a very handsome stranger at that. Kurt locked eyes with him for a moment, it simply couldn't be helped. The stranger's eyes were magnetic and seemingly made from liquid honey. Kurt blinked gently as he remembered that he was standing in tight wet trunks and an open shirt, his chest fully visible to the stranger who was wearing a very expensive, Kurt knew, shirt and tie. He knew Simon often had client's over so it was no shock to him that there was someone he'd never met in the house. What was shocking was how insanely gorgeous this man was.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Blaine stammered out. Blaine had been frozen where he stood. The boy in front of him was gorgeous. He had never seen a creature so beautiful in his life and quite frankly, Blaine was awestruck. His eyes … they were like raging ocean storms yet they were gentle, inviting, and so utterly … organic.

"No, it's no problem. I was just getting some water," Kurt mumbled and made his legs move to the water cooler.

"I came here for the same thing," Blaine said. "But I don't know where the glasses are."

Kurt eyed him for a moment then handed the stranger his tall glass of water with a smile, "take mine. I'll get another." His gaze lingered on the amber orbs for a little longer than what was normal before he turned to retrieve another glass.

"Thank you," Blaine said then was interrupted by Janine.

"Blaine, it's so nice to see you again. It's been so many years," Janine kissed his cheek.

"It's nice to see you too, Janine. You look amazing as always," he said genuinely and hugged her softly. "I was just getting myself some water to take these," he showed the pills. "My head is not cooperating with me today."

"Oh, and I bet Simon is not helping," she said with good humour.

Blaine laughed as he swallowed the pills. "He's been fine," he said then couldn't help but look past Janine's shoulder at the beautiful young boy who was clearly flustered as he tried to make coffee.

Janine noticed. "Have you met Kurt? He is Quinn's best friend."

"Not formally," Blaine said.

"Come Kurt," Janine said and called him over.

Kurt's heart was still pounding in his chest at the gorgeousness of this stranger – Blaine. And he was trying to act sober so when he walked over it was slow but he smiled and let Janine lead him over.

"This is Blaine," Janine said. He's Simon's cousin and lives in Chicago. He's here helping Simon with some business.

Kurt reached out his hand to shake. It took everything – everything – in Blaine to not take Kurt's hand delicately and kiss the top of it … how inappropriate and presumptuous would that be, Blaine thought to himself. This beautiful creature – Kurt – was just a boy and the best friend of his cousin's teenage daughter. So, he decided to extend his hand and shake it like he would anyone's. But the touch was not just any touch. He felt something. He did. And it terrified him.

Kurt felt it too. Later he would tell himself that it was the rum. The rum made him feel something when he looked into Blaine's eyes … when he shook his hand. Because there was no way it could have been anything else. Blaine was older, maybe twice his age, and far too gorgeous and successful to have any interest in Kurt. Yes. It was surely the rum.