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Blaine Anderson never thought he would end up here. A few months ago he was studying at the best performing arts school in the country, NYADA. His parents were finally openly accepting of the fact that Blaine was gay, and he had a sweet and steady boyfriend, Oliver.

But that was before the accident happened. Before he lost his parents in terrible car crash. Those happy times were before college got too expensive, and, with no financial help from his parents, Blaine dropped out. Most importantly, that was before he caught Oliver cheating on him with some guy named Adam.

When he confronted Oliver with it, he completely blew up. Saying things like he never truly cared for Blaine, and never meant a word he said when they would lie in bed together just talking. Blaine quickly packed up his meager belongings, and his small amount of money, totaling three hundred dollars, before leaving. With nowhere to go, Blaine stayed in a cheap motel for a week or two before the money ran out.

And then, he found out he was pregnant. He had been getting sick ever since before he left Oliver, but had written it off as a bug of some sort. When the nausea didn't stop, Blaine finally drug himself to the free clinic. The doctor had kindly explained about the recent medical discovery surrounding male pregnancy. A gene mutation enables some, not all, males to bear children, but, because not every male who has the gene is gay, the doctors don't know the exact percentage. The doctor went on to inform Blaine that, due to the little knowledge the medical field contains about male pregnancy, all of Blaine's medical expenses would be paid by the state. Blaine didn't dare breathe a word about his current situation, how he was basically homeless, afraid that someone would take his precious little baby away. Even if Blaine held a fiery hatred toward Oliver, he loved the little one growing inside of his stomach.

After a quick evaluation, in which everything was fine other than the fact that Blaine was a tad underweight, Blaine was able to see his baby for the first time on the ultrasound machine. The technician hit a few buttons before a soft beat filled the room. Blaine lost himself in the rhythmic pounding of his baby's heart, and the only thing going through his mind was 'Daddy's here, baby. I'll protect you.' Blaine left the clinic after getting a prescription for some hormone supplements and prenatal vitamins.

That brings everything full circle to where Blaine is now, and where Blaine is now is the last place he ever thought he'd be. Blaine Anderson is standing in line at a New York soup kitchen, awaiting his turn to get food. He observes the scene around him, laughing at the children's antics, and listening to the scolding tone of the parents. The buzz of conversation around him and the cheeriness of the corny Halloween decorations in honor of the holiday create an air far too happy for a soup kitchen full of homeless people. 'I guess people need all the cheer they can get.' Blaine thinks to himself as he steps forward a few paces in line.

Blaine rubs soothing circles on his twelve week, three months, pregnant belly, and hopes with all his heart that by the time his baby arrives he isn't still coming to the soup kitchen in order to feed himself.

He loses himself in a fantasy where it's just him and his little baby in their own shoe box apartment, and it takes a few shouts from the people behind him for Blaine to realize it's his turn to get food. Cheeks flaming, Blaine steps forward and grabs a tray. He keeps his eyes on his tray as it fills up with food, so he misses the particularly concerned and curious gaze of a certain blue-eyed brunette boy.

Once Blaine's tray is filled he finds a relatively empty table to sit at before taking out the bottle of hormone supplements and prenatal vitamin's he had been prescribed, and takes the directed amount. He eats his beef stew slowly, dipping his corn bread in the juice left over before finishing his meal off with pumpkin pie. The kitchen doesn't usually serve desert, so Blaine just chalked it up to the fact that it's Halloween.

Blaine picks up a newspaper, and opens it to the job section. No matter what, he wants to have a proper home by the time his little one arrives. He spends the next thirty or so minutes perusing the paper for jobs that he's qualified for, and doesn't notice that he's the only person left.

''Excuse me, sir?'' a voice lilted with the tone of wind chimes and bells cuts through Blaine's concentration.

Blaine lifts his head to look at the person who spoke to him, and stifles a gasp at the beauty of the man standing before him. He has creamy, pale skin with just the right amount of blush flowing in his pink cheeks, and full lips that are perfectly kissable. The man's hair is coiffed to perfection, and the clothes are obviously designer. High fashion designer.

Blaine blinks and furrows his eyebrows, wondering what on Earth someone like the beautiful man in front of him could want with a poor, homeless man.

''I'm sorry sir, but, we need to close the kitchen now.'' The man says apologetically, gesturing to the few remaining volunteers waiting to leave.

''Oh, right. Sorry.'' Blaine responds before leaving the warmth of the soup kitchen, not looking back to catch the intense gaze of the beautiful man.

It's about fifteen minutes later when Blaine hears that unforgettable voice again.

''Um, hello? Sir?''

Blaine jerks from his position on the bench. The shelter had been full when he got there, and they turned young men away first, so Blaine had found himself huddled on a park bench a few block down from the kitchen. Blaine knew that the cold weather couldn't possibly be good for the baby, so he huddled in on himself as much as possible.

''Are you okay?'' the concerned man asks upon recognizing Blaine from the kitchen.

Blaine simply shrugs, not bothering to waste energy to speak.

The beautiful man stands there in front of Blaine in silence for a few minutes before heaving a sigh.

He grabs Blaine's wrist, and simply says, ''Come on.''

Blaine, stunned by the man's actions, barely has time enough to grab his meager belongings, and stumbles, following the man with his wrist still entrapped in the other man's hand.

''What are you doing?'' Blaine asks, once the situation dawns on him.

The man stops short and turns around to observe Blaine, but keeps a steady hold on Blaine's wrist.

''You obviously have nowhere to go, and I'm not about to let you spend a night outside in New York City in thirty degree weather.''

Blaine doesn't have a response to that, and he can see the kind man's face soften in the orange glow of the street lights.

''I promise I won't kill you or anything.''

Blaine nods at the man's words, not knowing why he so completely trusts the man with blue eyes, and they continue on their way to the man's apartment.

Upon arriving at the man's apartment, the man says, ''Oh, sorry, my name's Kurt.''

''Blaine.'' Is his response before he steps into the blessedly warm apartment. He thanks whatever higher power out there that led him to Kurt and his kind heart that he doesn't have to spend another sleepless night out on the streets fearing for his and his baby's life.

They chat while Kurt pulls out the sofa bed, despite Blaine's insistence that it's unnecessary, and Kurt mainly asks questions like 'Are you warm enough? Are you hungry?' with Blaine telling him he's fine after every question.

''Well, this should be comfortable enough.'' Kurt says while walking down the hallway to grab some blankets for Blaine.

''Really, Kurt, you've done more than enough.''

Kurt shrugs before saying, ''I just saw something different about you. I couldn't leave you out there all alone.''

Blaine's eyes tear up at that. This man, who doesn't even know one thing about Blaine, willingly opens his own home up to him. Blaine knows he won't ever be able to pay Kurt back for what he's done.

Kurt, wisely ignoring the tears in Blaine's eyes, walks towards his own bed. ''Goodnight, Blaine. You better be here in the morning, or I will hunt you down.''

Blaine smiles, and watches Kurt disappear through his bedroom door before he climbs under the warm covers of his makeshift bed.

Blaine falls asleep that night with a smile on his face for the first time in almost three months, and dreams of the gorgeous blue-eyed man who gave Blaine a priceless gift. Hope.

Cheesy ending I know, but, hey, that's all I got.

This story is intended to be a one shot, but I may continue it if I have enough request for that. However, I need to finish my other story, Secondhand Scars, first.

Thanks for reading, and please review!