"I just don't think we're doing enough to support them," Tina said.
"What else can we do?" Puck asked, "I've been keeping Ben Israel's camera out of Kurt's face."
"I've been guarding him against every bully in this school," Mike said.
"I've been making sure to keep my drum solos super quiet to make sure he gets some sleep," Finn said, "I've also been keeping him away from hot tubs so the baby doesn't get a second father." No one bothered to correct him.
"I make him a shirt," Brittany beamed. Santana took her hand and smiled reassuringly.
"Honestly, I think it's Blaine we need to be watching," Mercedes said sourly, "He's seriously starting to frost my cookies, the way he's treating Kurt. It's like he doesn't even recognize that Kurt's carrying his baby."
Quinn sighed loudly, "Honestly, you guys? Kurt is not pregnant."
Rachel scoffed, "Quinn, I know that the concept of male pregnancy is difficult for you to grasp, given your conservative background, but pretending it doesn't exist profits you nothing."
"I swear, Man Hands…" Quinn bristled, but before she could finish, the glee club came around a corner and stumbled over the very couple they'd been arguing about.
Kurt had tears in his eyes, one hand on Blaine's stomach and the other caressing his face. Blaine had both hands on either side of Kurt's waist. "I just can't believe we're showing already," Kurt gushed softly, "I can't believe I'm really having a baby with you."
"I love you, Kurt, so much," Blaine whispered softly.
"I love you," Kurt kissed him, laughing softly against his lips, "We need to get to class. Don't want to be late, do we, Daddy?"
"Of course not," Blaine started pulling away, but Kurt held him tight.
"You're amazing, you know that?"
Kurt pulled away and slapped him gently on the hip to get him moving on to class. Blaine stepped away quickly, an oversized sweatshirt making him look just a tad too small to be a father. Mercedes humphed softly.
Kurt's smile dropped as soon as he saw them. "Okay, guys, that's enough. I need you to stop following me. I don't know what your problem is, but it's seriously starting to drive me-"
Kurt's face suddenly blanched, his eyes growing wide and afraid. The glee club turned in unison to see Dave Karofsky bearing down on him, the usually semi-calm right guard red with fury. But Karofsky barreled past Kurt. Kurt turned and shrieked when he saw who Dave was headed for.
"Blaine, watch out!"
Blaine turned, only to be shoved into the lockers by Karofsky. Dave leaned in, his eyes scarily calm.
"I heard Hudson and Puckerman talking in the locker room after practice this morning. Did you get Hummel pregnant?" Blaine stared at him, trembling like a leaf as his hands wrapped tight around his stomach. They didn't press all the way down, bending into a very slight curve. "ANSWER ME!"
"YOU. LET. HIM. GO." The hallway fell silent, the glee clubbers staring at their resident gay kid. Kurt's face was pale; his height obvious as he advanced on Dave Karofsky. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
Dave was still breathing hard, one hand wrapped around Blaine's neck, but he shrank back when confronted with Kurt's fury, "He got you pregnant," he finally mumbled.
"Got me pregnant? He is pregnant, you imbecile!" Kurt shrieked.
The glee club froze.
"No," Rachel shook her head, "No, that isn't possible. Kurt, you're the one who's…"
"Why, because I like fashion? Because I know how to cook and clean? Because a boy with a voice this high couldn't possibly stick it to his boyfriend like a man? Geez, Rachel, for the daughter of a gay couple, you're awfully heteronormative aren't you?" Kurt snapped. The glee club winced in unison. Bitch Kurt had been unleashed. "I can't believe you. All this time, and you never thought to ask why Blaine was throwing up and fainting and rubbing his stomach? I thought, there's no way they could be this stupid, they just don't understand how to deal with a carrier. They just don't know what to do, that's all. But the truth is that none of you cared enough to shove aside your ignorance and think, hey, maybe the terrified, moody, sick boy is pregnant, and not his girly boyfriend! Do you have any idea how alone you made Blaine feel? How scared and hurt he was that no one was taking precautions for his baby? Well, no more. You idiots are going to treat Blaine like glass from now on. Puck and Finn are going to carry him through the halls to make sure the baby doesn't hurt his arch support, Brittany is going to make him a million t-shirts, and when we perform in sectionals, he had better be sitting down more than Artie! And you, David Karofsky, are NEVER GOING TO LAY A HAND ON HIM AGAIN!" Karofsky dropped Blaine, slowly backing away.
The glee club stood silently, except for Rachel, who could never be silent, "Kurt, we… we're sorry…" Kurt ignored her.
"Mike, he threatened the Asian child," Kurt said ominously, "You and Puck should have this covered." The boys spent only a second to look at one another, then headed out, Sam and Finn joining their team as they ran after Karofsky, who was busy peeing himself with fear. Kurt ignored the remaining glee club, bending down to talk to his pregnant boyfriend. "Are you okay, baby?"
Blaine burst into tears. Kurt cooed and pulled him into his chest, rubbing soothingly down his back.
"Now that's what I call pregnant," Quinn said. Then she ran to Kurt's side, "Oh, Blaine, honey, it's okay. I have a great lotion for stretch marks; you want to try it out?"
Blaine sniffed, "Yeah." And Quinn and Kurt led him away, leaving the glee girls to watch after them in silent shock.