I've been wanting to write a mpreg story for a while. I hope you all like it! Please, please review! They make my day so much brighter!

AN: All characters and Glee references in this story belong to Ryan Murphy and Fox.

Chapter 1

It was the middle of summer vacation. The air was hot and stagnant. The humidity—suffocating. In order to escape the blistering heat and damaging sun, Kurt and Blaine had decided to spend the afternoon inside, sheltered by the life-saving air conditioner that was set to "high."

While avoiding the outdoors, the boys had found other ways to get sweaty and hot as they lied under the covers on Blaine's bed, devouring every inch of each other. Both were clad in only their boxers, but the amazing friction caused as the layers of soft fabric rubbed against stiffening members was quickly becoming overwhelming.

"Ugh—God, Blaine," Kurt groaned. He ground his hips roughly into his boyfriend's erection in retaliation to the attack that Blaine's tongue decided to pursue against his neck. Blaine was lying on top of him, maintaining constant downward thrusts with his hips as he gently pressed his boyfriend farther into the mattress.

He broke away from the younger boyfriend's neck in order to catch his breath. He fondly gazed down at his boyfriend and a grin swept across his face when his always immaculate boyfriend looking so unkempt. Kurt's chestnut coif had fallen only a few minutes earlier, his hair now sticking up in random places and falling over his glistening brow.

Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's soft cheek, rosy from the earlier intimacy and gently kissed his boyfriend's swollen lips.

Kurt leaned his head forward as he tried to keep contact with Blaine's lips, but when Blaine pulled back too far, Kurt plopped his head on the down pillow in contempt. "Why'd you stop?" Kurt complained.

Blaine grinned and stroked Kurt's hair. "I love when you get all hot and bothered." He began nuzzling Kurt's neck. "Makes me feel—" Kiss "like I could make you do anything to you." Blaine slid Kurt's earlobe into his mouth and began sucking on it.

"Gah," moaned Kurt.

"Such a way with words," Blaine muttered. "I'm going to mark you as mine." He moved his mouth lower onto Kurt's neck and sucked and bit at the soft flesh.

"Don't you dare, Blaine Anderson," Kurt protested, but he couldn't summon the desire to move away from his boyfriend. "The last one finally disappeared, and I don't think Dad's going to be too happy if he sees another one this quickly."

"I'll take my chances."

"Blaine, stop."

"Fine," Kurt huffed. He scratched his perfectly manicured nails down Blaine's back and slid them under the elastic waistband of his boyfriend's boxers. He roughly cupped the two perfect globes before Blaine could even protest.

"Oh, god," Blaine's hips jumped before he could even stop himself.

"Ha, ha."

"I am so in love with you," Blaine whispered as he gently kissed Kurt's throat. He made his way down the glowing stretch of his neck and began caressing his perked nipples.

"You're perfect," Kurt was able to breathlessly respond. His lips brushed the curled edges of Blaine's hairline as he gave attention to his boyfriend's most sensitive area—the private area where his neck met his refined jaw line. "I love you so much."

Blaine drew away from Kurt and stared at his boyfriend with loving eyes, his hands gently grasping the boy's lean hips. "I will never grow tired of you. There is so much of you that I have yet to explore."

"Well, how 'bout we work on that tonight?"

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked. His brows were scrunched in confusion.

"I'm ready," Kurt whispered.

"What?"

"Blaine," Kurt stared into Blaine's eyes, "I'm ready."

"Kurt, are you sure?" Blaine asked in surprise.

"I'm positive. I want to do this with you." Kurt kissed his lips. "Let's go all the way tonight," Kurt sang softly into Blaine's ear.

"No regrets," Blaine continued. "Just love."

Kurt giggled and hid his face in Blaine's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm just nervous."

"Are you sure about this?" Blaine needed to be positive that Kurt was ready.

"Please stop asking and just kiss me."

Blaine quickly obeyed.

"I'll take care of you," he said between kisses. "I promise. Nice and gentle and perfect."

Blaine reached down between their two bodies and hooked his thumbs under Kurt's boxers, all the while continuing to kiss his boyfriend, and gently pulled his underwear off. Kurt's hands were still fondling Blaine's perky butt, so when he felt his own underwear being pulled off, he simply pushed Blaine's off as well.

"Do you have a condom?" Blaine whispered as he gazed into Kurt's eyes.

"No, Blaine, please. I want to feel you. All of you."

"Kurt, I don't know," Blaine worriedly remarked.

"Please," Kurt begged. "We're both virgins. It's not like we can get anything."

"Okay," Blaine gave in, "but we still need lube."

"Side drawer," Kurt said as he lightly bit Blaine's collarbone.

Blaine blindingly reached over to the drawer, and with fumbling fingers, was able to grab the tube of lube.

"Open your legs, baby." Kurt submitted and spread wide, thrusting up again against Blaine's now naked cock. With practiced skill, Blaine lubed up is fingers and reached in between Kurt's legs to his waiting hole.

It didn't take long for Blaine to loosen Kurt up to the point where he wouldn't hurt him too badly. They had begun fingering each other months ago, and within a few minutes, Kurt was writhing against the bed.

"Blaine, I need you."

"I know, baby. Give me a minute," Blaine said as he lubed up erect cock and placed it against Kurt's opening. "Are you ready, love?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nervously nodded in return.

"Just relax, baby. I've got you." Blaine stroked the side of Kurt's face.

"I love you," Kurt whispered.

"I love you too," and Blaine slowly began pushing in.

Blaine immediately felt Kurt tense and shut his eyes in pain. "Are you okay? Need me to go slower?"

"No, it's okay," Kurt shook his head, eyes still closed tightly against the pressure. "It just burns a little."

"Just breath through it."

Kurt took a deep breath and relaxed a bit more, "Keep going."

Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's cock and gently stroked the smooth skin. He pushed further in when Kurt's grip on his cock loosened. Blaine slowly sheathed himself in Kurt's hole and rested his forehead against the younger boy's shoulder, as he was overwhelmed with the blissful feeling of being completely surrounded by Kurt's warmth.

"Oh my god," Blaine whimpered.

"You feel so good in me," Kurt breathed in his hair. "Please move."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not much," Blaine slowly pulled out and moved back in. "Blaine."

Blaine roughly kissed Kurt's face and began to move even faster. "Blaine, harder."

The two boys were lost in complete bliss. Every hair on their bodies was erect and tingling from the overwhelming pleasure. In the end, they only lasted for a few minutes. But those few minutes were spent in absolute pleasure with one another—lost in each other's gazes as their bodies moved as one. And when they finished, it was together. And it was perfect.

Burt woke up promptly at seven o'clock in the morning, hit the off button on his alarm clock to end the relentless beeping, and got up to start the coffee pot. He glanced out of the side window of the bedroom and unconsciously nodded his head at the bright shining sun and clear powder-blue sky that promised the beginning of a good day.

He walked with silent, padded steps into the hall, glancing back once to see the covered figure of his still sleeping wife and gently closed the bedroom door behind him. Burt hummed a little tune as he walked—Kurt did in fact inherit his singing skill from him—and abruptly stopped outside of the bathroom door when he heard the familiar sounds of retching.

"Kurt?" Burt silently hoped that the sounds weren't from his son who had unfortunately been throwing up for the past few days.

"Surprise, it's me," his son groaned from the other side of the closed door.

"I'm coming in, kiddo." Kurt was slumped against the toilet seat looking miserable. He was physically shaking from the effort it took to expunge whatever was in his stomach this morning, and his chestnut hair was splayed against his forehead, wet from perspiration.

Burt immediately wet a washcloth with cold water and folded it against his son's neck before placing a hand on his boy's back. His heart dropped when Kurt's back tensed and the sound of more retching was heard.

"Daddy, it won't stop," Kurt sobbed.

"I know, buddy."

"My stomach hurts so bad." Kurt continued to sob and he clenched the toilet seat even harder as he continued to dry heave.

"I know kiddo, just calm down." Burt rubbed his son's back until he finally stopped heaving. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Kurt coughed.

"Alright, go get dressed into something comfy. We're going to the hospital to get you checked out."

"But Glee—" Kurt protested.

"No 'buts', Kurt. This has been going on for far too long, and if you're fine, we'll make it back in time for glee club. Now go get dressed."

Burt lifted Kurt up and gently pushed him toward the direction of his room, and patiently waited in the kitchen, sipping his lukewarm cup of coffee, until Kurt was ready. He loaded his boy into his car and quietly drove him to the hospital. After filling out paperwork and waiting fifteen minutes, they were finally taken into an examination room.

A nurse directed Kurt to lay down on the bed and began asking him some questions.

"First question: Are you allergic to any medications?"

That was easy enough. "None."

"Are you currently under the influence of any drugs or alcohol?"

"Better not be," Burt grunted.

"No, I'm not," Kurt replied with a roll of his eyes at Burt.

"Are you sexually active?" Oh shit.

Kurt hesitated and shot an eye at his father, "Yes."

"Have you had oral sex?" Really?

"Yes," Kurt refused to look at his father.

"Have you had penetrative intercourse?"

For a few seconds, no one in the room moved. "Yeah," Kurt whispered.

"When was the last time you had sexual intercourse?" Jesus Christ.

Kurt glanced up at the ceiling, cursing whatever otherworldly power had put him in this position. "Four days ago." Let's face it—Kurt and Blaine had been screwing like rabbits ever since that first amazing night two months ago.

"Okay, I'm just going to hook you up to an I.V. to get some fluids in you since you vomited so recently and take some blood samples, and then the doctor will be in to discuss your results."

"Thanks." Kurt still refused to look his father in the eye. He watched as the nurse placed an I.V. into his hand and attached it to a bag of fluids before leaving the room.

Kurt finally gained the courage to look at his father, and when he turned his head, Burt was staring directly at him.

"So, when did that happen?"

"At the end of the summer," Kurt replied as he played with the course fabric that lined the hospital bed.

"Did he pressure you at all?"

"Of course he didn't, Dad," Kurt stressed.

"Good," Burt nodded his head. "Was it okay?"

Kurt caught Burt's eyes. "It was perfect," he said.

Burt let his gaze fall to his lap, and the two Hummel men waited silently after the end of that awkward conversation until a woman with dark brunette hair and a long white doctor's coat stepped into the room.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel. Hello, Kurt. I'm Dr. Connors," she said as she pulled in a machine. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes, thanks."

"Doctor," Burt said, "what's wrong with my son."

"Well, we would like to do one more test before we make our final diagnosis. Kurt, could you pull up your shirt, please."

The doctor pulled the machine over and sat down next to Kurt's bed.

"Now, this is going to be a little cold," she said as she squirted some gel onto his stomach. Dr. Connors turned the machine on and moved the wand around. Her face was in deep conversion as she searched for something. Kurt saw her eyes widen in surprise and a soft beating was heard over the machine.

"What is that?" Kurt asked when he caught a glimpse of the strange picture that was now caught on the machine.

"Oh my god," Burt muttered.

"Just as the blood tests suggested," Dr. Connors flipped the machine off. "Kurt, I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but it appears that you are pregnant."

Kurt took one look at the shocked expression frozen on his father's face and abruptly passed out.