One Night

By Julesmonster

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A/N: Here is the long awaited MPreg fic I have been promising (finally with a title). Sorry it took so long to finish, but I hope that it was worth the wait! I actually wrote all day instead of doing my job, so you had better be appreciative! :P

The story is AU, simply because it is an MPreg, but other than that it is compliant with canon all the way through the end of the second season. Though I don't talk a whole lot about specific events, there are some generalities that may be taken as spoilers. This is another angst-ridden fic, even if it does have some brighter moments. There are eight chapters (with a short epilogue included in the eighth chapter). I hope you enjoy. Jules

Part One

Kurt groaned as he flopped back on his bed. One night; it was just one stinking night and now it was going to change everything. A part of him wanted to say that it would ruin everything, but he couldn't really say that. He knew that everything would be different, but he couldn't say that it would be a terrible sort of different. He wouldn't know that for five more months. The part that was bad was the fact that he was going to have to sit down and explain this to his father. And Blaine. How the hell was he supposed to tell either of them. And then there was…

Kurt refused to think of him right now. He had to get through the rest of this first and then he could deal with the other.

Kurt thought back on how this had all started. He had been feeling a bit under the weather for a while; easily nauseated, tired, itchy, and moody beyond belief. He hadn't really given it much thought, however, until he was trying to button his favorite pair of skinny jeans and couldn't. He'd put his hands around his waist and then he'd felt… it.

It was a lump in his abdomen. That lump had scared him. He'd automatically begun to think tumor and cancer and dying. He'd tried to ignore it for a few days, but he wasn't sleeping and he was crying even more than before and he knew he had to find out for sure one way or the other. And so Kurt had made an appointment with his doctor and had gone after school and now he knew.

Kurt wasn't dying. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel was pregnant.

Who knew that guys could even get pregnant? Certainly not him. But Dr. Kearns had been his doctor his whole life and Kurt trusted him. If Dr. Kearns said he was pregnant, he was pregnant. In fact, Dr. Kearns walked with him over to the obstetrician's office in the same complex and they borrowed the sonogram machine. Dr. Kearns showed him the baby on the screen and even made pictures for him to bring home with him. To Kurt, it looked like a blob of white on a black background, but both Dr. Kearns and Dr. Feinstein, the obstetrician, assured him that was his baby.

Kurt pulled out the picture and stared at it. Nope. It still just looked like a blob to him.


Burt Hummel was home and Kurt was not ready to have this talk with his father. But, he didn't really think waiting would make it any easier. He sat up on his bed and took a deep breath before calling back. In just a minute, Burt Hummel was down the hall and had poked his head through the door.

"Hey kiddo," Burt said with a smile. "I thought you'd be in the kitchen. It was your night to cook."

"Sorry," Kurt said with a sigh. "Something came up."

Burt stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "You okay?"

"Yes. No. I'm not really sure," Kurt said.

"Well that certainly clears things up," Burt said with a nervous chuckle. He sat down on the bed beside Kurt and put his arm around his shoulders. "Talk to me, Kurt. I can't help if you don't tell me what's going on."

Kurt gave a tearful chuckle and swiped away the moisture that seemed to always be leaking from his eyes these days. "I haven't been feeling well for a while now, and so I made an appointment to go see Dr. Kearns."

"What'd he say?" Burt asked fearfully as he subconsciously tightened his hold on Kurt.

Kurt hugged his father back with one arm and leaned his head on his shoulder. "He said that I'm perfectly healthy... And so is my baby."

Burt Hummel froze and Kurt could feel his whole body tense up. "B-baby?"

"Yeah," Kurt said softly. He pulled out the sonogram photos and handed them to his dad. Burt looked at the two prints and Kurt noticed that his hands were shaking. "Dad…"

"Geez kiddo," Burt muttered before grabbing Kurt into a hug. "I knew it was possible and I should have told you, but… how do you tell your son… Your mom would have known what to do. What to say. I'm so sorry Kurt."

Kurt pulled away. "Wait. You knew? What did you know?"

Burt looked away. "When you were little, there was talk on the news about boys that were being born with the ability to get pregnant, they called it a progressive evolutionary variation, whatever that means. It had something to do with genes and sexuality or something, but it was only a very small percentage of boys who were born with this difference and it really only affects the boys who are gay, so it very rarely ever shows up. But your mom, she knew. I'm not sure how, but she knew and she insisted we get you tested. Dr. Kearns did the tests when you were three."

"So you knew I could get pregnant?" Kurt asked with bewilderment. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Burt shook his head and looked at Kurt. "I should have; I can see that now. But it was just so hard talking about that stuff and I thought I still had time. But now…" He stopped and took a deep breath. "I should have sat you down as soon as you told me about you and Blaine. The only positive I can see is that at least that kid has his head on straight."

Kurt blushed. "It's not his."

Burt stared at his son. "What do you mean, it's not his?"

"I mean, I've never had sex with Blaine. It happened before he and I got together," Kurt said. "It was that night that we went to the party at Rachel's in February. Everyone but Finn and I were drinking. Blaine was drunk and ended up kissing Rachel. I was really mad and so when… when Noah kissed me, I kissed him back. He… I don't even know if he regrets that night. He's never talked about it. I think Finn suspected that something happened but I don't think he's guessed what exactly."

"I know it was dumb to do it, " Kurt said with tears in his eyes. "I know. I mean, I liked Blaine, but I slept with Puck anyway and it was wrong and I never should have done it. But I was so hurt by what they were doing and he seemed to really want me and I just wanted to not feel so alone… but I know it was stupid and I'm sorry." By the end of his rambling speech, Kurt was sobbing.

Burt took a deep breath before hugging Kurt again. "It's gonna be okay, kiddo. We're gonna get you through this."

Kurt cried into his father's shoulder. "Blaine's gonna hate me."

"Maybe," Burt said. "Maybe not. Right now, I think you need to think about what you're going to say to this Noah kid. Wait. Noah… As in Puckerman? Tell me you don't mean the Mohawk kid?"

Kurt couldn't hold back the small almost hysterical chuckle that bubbled out. "That's the one."

"My grandchild will not be sporting a Mohawk," Burt teased. They both enjoyed a little laugh until Burt got serious again. "You need to tell him. Like either tonight or tomorrow. And then I'll invite his mother over and we can all sit down and talk about what's going to happen."

Kurt nodded. "I'll… I'll call him now and see if he can come over or something, if not tonight, then tomorrow."

"In the meantime, I'm going to order pizza," Burt said. "Carole should be home any minute and I don't want her thinking she has to cook just because something else came up. She works hard."

Kurt smiled. "She's great, dad. I'm glad you two are happy together. I know it couldn't have been easy trying to raise me alone."

"Being a single dad isn't the worst thing that could happen to you," Burt said quietly. "It's not easy and it's not ideal, but it's very much worth all the hard work and sacrifice. And you aren't alone, Kurt. You've got a family who loves you and who's gonna love this kid, no matter what. Right?"

"Right," Kurt said with a tearful smile.


"What was so important that you couldn't have just told me at school today?" Puck asked once he had arrived at the Hummel-Hudson house the next evening. Kurt had let him in and led him down the hall to his bedroom, past the watchful eyes of Burt Hummel. Puck got the feeling that the man knew what was going on and if that was true then this had to be something serious.

"You should probably sit," Kurt said even as he paced back and forth. Puck shrugged and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He watched Kurt pace for a minute or two while he muttered things to himself and wrung his hands together. Then he stopped right in front of Puck. "What do you remember about the night of Rachel's party?"

"I thought we weren't going to talk about that," Puck said with a frown. "I'm pretty sure we agreed."

"We didn't agree to any such thing," Kurt said. "But at least you remember. I wouldn't be bringing it up if it wasn't important. I have Blaine now and believe me when I say I never intended to think about that night again. But I went to the doctor yesterday and…"

"Dude, I'm clean," Puck said. "I get tested like every other month and I haven't been sleeping around since the whole thing with Quinn. I'm totally clean."

Kurt sighed and sat down on the bed beside Puck. "I don't have an STD. I'm pregnant."

Puck looked at him for a full minute before he started to laugh nervously. "Right. That's a good one. You really had me thinking you were serious for a minute."

"I am serious," Kurt said. He grabbed the sonogram photos off his bedside table and handed them to Puck. "Those were taken yesterday. See the patient's name? That blob is our baby."

Puck remembered how expensive getting a sonogram was from when Quinn was pregnant. There was no way that Kurt would spend that kind of money for a joke, besides, who would he get to let him have pictures of their kid? "I don't understand."

Kurt went to his desk and grabbed his laptop. "I just found out about this yesterday, but I've been doing some research online. In the nineties, doctors discovered that some boys were being born with the ability to have kids." Kurt pulled up the websites that he had bookmarked and let Puck browse through them. "It only really started in the late 70's and very few boys are born this way, and even fewer of them are gay, so it hasn't really become common knowledge yet. In fact, most people think it's an urban legend. But that article there is from the American Journal of Medicine. It's not legend. It's fact. And I'm one of those rare individuals who can get pregnant."

Puck was quiet as he looked through the various pages Kurt had found. It was mostly medical jargon that he had no hope of understanding. What he did understand was that some boys can actually get pregnant. You'd think they would cover this shit in sex ed class. There were pictures of men who were really pregnant and sonograms like the one Kurt had shown him. There were even pictures of the births. Puck shut the laptop and looked at Kurt.

"How do you know it's mine?" Puck asked. He wasn't accusing, but he needed to know for sure.

"Because Blaine and I still haven't had sex," Kurt said quietly. "You are the only person I've done it with."

Puck frowned. "Dude, you've been dating that guy for, like, ever. You still haven't done the deed?" And then it sank in what else Kurt was saying. "You gave me your v-card? Why would you do that?"

Kurt stood up again and began fiddling with some squishy ball on his shelf. He shrugged. "I don't know. I was mad a Blaine, but… but that wasn't really the reason. I guess because you were good looking and willing and not a total prick to me anymore. I knew you were experienced, that you could probably make it good."

"Did I make it good?" Puck asked. "Parts of that night are still fuzzy. I know I had a great time, but…"

Kurt turned to look at Puck with a small smile. "Yeah, you were great. You were patient and gentle and you made sure that I was ready before you did anything. And it was something I'll never forget."

"Good," Puck said. "I'd like to think that at least this kid was made from a happy memory. I don't think Quinn ever thought of what we did with anything but regret."

"My only regret is that you were drunk," Kurt said. "I feel like I took advantage of you."

Puck laughed at that. "Dude, I'd had a few but I knew what I was doing."

"Sure you did," Kurt said. "That's why you slept with a guy."

Puck started to say something and then stopped. Finally he said, "You aren't the first guy I've had sex with. I knew what I was doing, okay? I just don't like to advertise."

It was Kurt's turn to be shocked. "Wait… what?"

Puck shrugged and fiddled with the laptop cord. "It's only happened a few times, but I'm not totally opposed to sex with guys. If you think about it, I'm the one who approached you that night."

"Right," Kurt said. He needed to sit down so he did just that. "I guess I do remember that."

They were both quiet for a few minutes. "So um… have you decided what you want to do?"

"I'm going to have the baby and I'm going to keep it," Kurt said. "You're welcome to be as much a part of the baby's life as you want."

"Oh," Puck said. A weight he hadn't know was there was lifted from his chest. "I'm glad… and thanks."

Kurt nodded. "My dad wants to have dinner with you and your mom so that we can talk this through."

Puck paled and Kurt worried that he might just pass out. "No. That's… that's not a good idea."


Puck got up and headed for the door. "I have to go."

"Noah!" Kurt shouted, but it was too late. Puck was already half way down the hall and seconds later Kurt heard the front door slam. He followed at a more sedate pace to see his dad and Carole coming out of the living room to see what was going on.

"Everything okay?" Burt asked.

"It was," Kurt said with confusion. "Until I mentioned the dinner. I think he's afraid to tell his mom."

Carole huffed. "With good reason. That woman… Puck's dad left because he realized he was gay late in life and fell in love with a man he met at work. Judith Puckerman knew about the affair but let it go as long as Jacob stuck around to pay the bills. But when Jacob's partner was transferred, Jacob had to make a choice. She's never forgiven him and has blocked every attempt he has made to contact Noah or Miriam. She's become extremely bigoted against homosexuals since then. She often goes off on rants when she's been drinking, which is pretty much all the time."

Carole sighed. "Noah has never said so, but I get the feeling that she says some pretty cruel things to him too, comparing him to his father and taking her anger out on him. But then she'll turn around and do something completely inappropriate to try and make up for the abuse and neglect."

"Like washing his hair when he was sixteen," Kurt said. "I suppose that explains a lot about Noah. But what do we do?"

"We give him time to figure out how he wants to handle things," Burt said. "But I don't think he's going to have a choice about telling his mother. When there's a baby involved, it's hard to keep things quiet."

Kurt nodded and followed his dad and Carole into the living room. A little mindless television was in order to take Kurt's mind off of everything for a little while.