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Author's Note: Hello there. So, this is a fill for a the glee kink meme. Eventually Plaine with some other surprise pairings. Please enjoy. Song list/download at the bottom.
Blaine couldn't believe he was about to do this. It was so stupid to even think this was possible, but all the symptoms he looked up on the internet said he was, so here he sat in a restroom of a gas station two towns over waiting on a pregnancy test. It was lying on the sink while he paced around the small room muttering 'fuck' and 'I'm so stupid' to himself and checking his phone to see when it was time to check the results. After the longest three minutes of his life Blaine looked over to see a blue smiley face staring up at him. Mocking him.
Two day after he took the test he found himself in his car sitting in front of McKinely high. He wished he was anywhere but here. No matter what he said his reasons were he transferred because of Kurt. But some time during the summer Finn decided that, actually, he did like Kurt and wanted to go out with him. Apparently Kurt thought that was also a good idea. Unfortunately Kurt didn't share this brilliant idea with Blaine. Instead Blaine walked in on them having sex two weeks before school started.
"I was going to tell you, I swear. I just…I don't think I ever really stopped loving him. I mean…I never expected him to love me back. Not like this."
"What about me? I love you. I loved you before he did. A-and you said you loved me."
"I do, just…not the way I love him. He just… I'm so sorry."
But it was too late to transfer back to Dalton, not that his parents would let him if it wasn't. Blaine had felt like an idiot. And now he was stuck at this dim public school, forced to see the boy he loved flaunt his new jock boyfriend in his face. And, oh yeah, he might also be pregnant.
He swallowed down his pain, grabbed his bag, got out of his car and walked to class. It was the second week of school so Blaine was mostly familiar with the school by now. Most of the day passed by in a blur. Nothing seemed to matter much, and even if it did he was way too tired to focus on anything. Lucky for him Dalton was more advanced then McKinley so he guessed he could get away with not really paying attention for the first month or two. From time to time he would catch himself putting his hands over his stomach. When he realized what he was doing he quickly made sure his hands became occupied with taking notes or fidgeting with his phone.
At lunch while he was getting a few books and his lunch from his locker he looked over to see Kurt walking down the hallway, Finn walking next to him with his arm draped over Kurt shoulder. He wasn't completely sure the site of them together should hurt him as much as it did. He closed his locker and looked over at them in time to see them get slushed by some hockey players. He smiled to himself before going to the cafeteria to find Santana and Brittany.
Everyone in New Directions had found out Blaine was transferring when it became official in the middle of summer. Then the news spread that Kurt broke up with Blaine and no one really knew what to make of it. A couple of days later it got out that Kurt broke up with Blaine for Finn and side were silently chosen. Santana immediately (and loudly) chose Blaine. Quinn (who was still upset with Finn for choosing Rachael over her), Sam, Artie, and (for some reason) Puck had silently chosen Blaine's side. Mercedes, Rachael, Tina and (because of her) Mike had chosen Kurt (and Finn's) side. Brittany didn't choose a side, no matter how many times Santana tried to convince her. It's not like the sides mattered. His weekends were still spent alone in his room, not wanting to face the 'I told you so' or the 'sorry' each of his Dalton friends had to offer, and still not known enough in New Directions to get invited to anything.
Blaine slid into his seat as Santana and Brittany were poking their food around their plates. Usually Blaine would make a comment about how they need to eat more but he was too hungry to be encouraging.
"What are you so happy about?" Santana asked pushing her plate away.
"Nothing," Blaine smiled while unpacking his lunch. He still didn't completely trust public school food yet.
"Oh man. Kurt and Finn just got it good," Sam said excitedly as him and Quinn joined the table. "They were on their way to the bathroom after being slushied, but there was a bunch of puckheads waiting for them with more slushies. I wouldn't be surprised if they just go home."
"Nothing, eh?" Santana raised her eyebrow at Blaine. He just smiled and shook his head before shoving his face with food.
"Whoa man, slow down." Sam warned.
"I can't. I'm so hungry," Blaine explained, looking down at Sam's tray of food before stealing some tots. Just then Artie wheeled up to the table next to Quinn.
"Hey guys, can I sit with you? The A/V club aren't very inviting right now." Artie explained with hint of a frown.
"Of course," Brittany chirped, much to Santana's dismay.
Lunch was almost done when Blaine felt his food turning on him. He got up and ran to the nearest trash can to throw up everything he just ate. Brittany was soon next him, rubbing his back.
"Are you okay little dolphin?" She asked him softly when he stood back up. She handed him her water bottle. He nodded and put on the best fake smile he could.
"Yeah, I think I just ate too fast." He assured her before taking of a sip of her water. He went to hand it back to her but she stopped him.
"You can keep that one." She smiled politely to him. Brittany kept close, rubbing his back as they left the cafeteria, missing Quinn's raised eyebrow at them.
Blaine walked into glee after school to see Kurt and Finn sitting closely to each other in the front row wearing a change of clothes. Blaine took a seat in the back row.
"Alright everyone, settle down," Mr. Shue tried to calm down the students. "Now on Friday I gave you all this week's assignment," He started once everyone sat down, "to sing a song that described your summer. And I'd like to start with our newest member, Blaine Warbler." Mr. Shue joked. Blaine gave him a forced smile and got up to perform.
His first time signing in New Directions was a blur to him. He went into performance mode. Show smile and sparkling eyes. He honestly couldn't tell you what song he sang. He thinks he played piano for part of it and maybe at one point got Brittany to come dance with him. He also thinks he may have changed some words and put's Finn's name into the song, which couldn't be good. When he finished everyone but Kurt and Finn stood and applauded.
"I think you are officially not Blaine Warbler anymore." Mr. Shue smiled proudly at him. He bowed and took his seat.
Artie went next, singing a slower song. Blaine thinks it might have been for Brittany…or maybe it was Tina, he wasn't really paying attention. He was too busy trying not to stare at the back of Kurt's head and stop his hands from holding his stomach.
After Glee Blaine went to his locker to collect his last few books. When he closed his locker he was face to face with Kurt.
"Blaine, we need to talk about what just happened back there." Kurt started.
"No, we don't." Blaine snapped, slamming his locker shut. "You either want me to apologize or you are going to apologize, neither of which I want to hear," he practically yelled before he stormed off. He had no idea where his anger came from but it followed him home. Later that night he cried himself to sleep over how rude he'd been.
The next day, the first three periods went by with no problems, but in between Blaine's math and Spanish class he got his first slushie. Two, actually. Grape and cheery. At first he just stood there in shock. Kurt had said it was bad but he didn't imagine it would be that bad. His eyes were stinging and he could feel the melting ice slide to places he'd rather not think about. After a couple seconds he heard someone whisper 'shit' and then push him forward.
"Calm down prep school, I've got ya." A familiar voice assured him. He knew it was a 'safe' voice but couldn't put a face with it. Soon he felt himself being bent over and cold water washing over his face. "You need to open your eyes to get the dye out before we clean up anything else on you," the voice explained. He opened his eyes a few times until he felt it had gotten out of his eyes and stood back up. He felt the person hand him some paper towels and he quickly used them to wipe at his eyes. When he finally opened them he saw who it was.
"Puck? You're the one who helped me?" He asked a bit incredulously.
"Of course. Us glee dudes need to look out for each other." Puck shrugged.
"Well…thank you." He said before looking at the damage in the mirror. "Kurt warned me about this. He said I should always bring a change of clothes. I guess I figured since I wouldn't be obviously gay I would be safe."
"They get us all eventually." Puck joked with a sad smile. "So, do you have extra clothes?"
Blaine gave a forced laugh.
"I don't, actually. I just have a sweater in my locker." Blain informed him, grabbing onto the sink and looking down.
"I've got some extra gym clothes in my football locker if you want. You might have to miss some of this period, but it's better than walking around in sticky clothes all day." Puck offered. Blaine pulled his head up and looked at Puck through the mirror.
"Really?" He asked. Puck nodded. "That would be amazing." Puck smiled genuinely at before leading him to the locker room. As Blaine moved he felt his soppy clothes stick to him in ways he hadn't felt in a very long time. "Maybe I should take a shower too."
"That's a good idea. It's amazing where that shit ends up."
Once in the locker room Blaine took off for the shower while Puck got him some extra clothes. Puck waited until he heard the water turn off to walk over to the stalls. When he got there Blaine was toweling off. He never noticed before, but for being short Blaine was kind of built. Puck noticed the muscles in Blaine's arms and back while he dried his hair and, and as he turned around Puck noticed the dark hair on his chest leading down to where the towel was wrapped around his waist. Puck was brought out of his leering by Blaine saying his name.
"Hmm?" Puck hummed, eyes snapping up to Blaine's. "Oh, yeah. Okay, so I have some shorts and the only shirt I had was my jersey. You don't have to wear it if you don't want, I know you said you have a sweater in your locker. I, um" at this point he looked down, a bit embarrassed, "I also have an extra pair of boxers because I know sometimes those slushie can get down there and I how it feels to walk around in sticky boxers all day."
"Thank you. Really, you didn't need to do this." Blaine said sincerely. Puck just shrugged and took a seat on the bench next to them. Blaine turned around and dropped his towel to put on the boxers. Puck quickly turned away.
"So, can I ask you something?" Puck spoke up.
"Um, yeah, I guess."
"How are you?"
"Better now that I've showered."
"That's not what-I mean, how are you doing? With the whole Kurt thing." Puck asked, eyes glued to the floor. Blaine turned around and blinked at him. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that. It's just…I know what it's like to love someone and then have them choose someone else." Blaine finished dressing and sat down next to Puck. "Actually, I know what it's like to love someone and have them choose Finn," Puck confessed with a dry laugh. Blaine felt a tight smirk stretch across his face. "Just, if you wanted to talk about it, I've been there,' Puck somewhat offered. That sat in silence for a minute or two.
"I…it hurts. A lot. And I feel like it shouldn't, but it does. And now that I can't escape it I feel like this stinging in my chest is never going to stop."
"I'd say it gets easier but it doesn't, not completely at least," Puck sighed. "Eventually you just wake up and it just stings less." They look at each other and share a sad smile before Puck patted him on the back. "I'm, uh, going to head to class. I'll see you at glee."
After Puck left Blaine looked into his bag to check the time.
With eleven minutes left till lunch he thought it better not to go to class, at least not looking the way he did. He would have gone home if he knew the school wouldn't call home. He knew he was already in trouble for the call his dad was going to get about the one period he was missing. Instead he sent a text to David and Wes an 'I miss you =(' before heading to his locker and grabbing his sweater and lunch.
He decided to spend lunch in the choir room. He figured the less people who saw him the rest of the day the better. He just got into the door when the lunch bell rang. He had just put down his bag and lunch when Mr. Shue walked into the room from his office, his own lunch in hand.
"Hey Blaine. You weren't in my class last period." Mr. Shue says almost in a stern tone. Blaine still hadn't made his mind up about Mr. Shue. He couldn't believe a teacher could really be as kind and caring as everyone keeps saying he is.
"I got my first slushie so I spent all period washing up," Blaine explained. Mr. Shue sighed. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. I understand. Here," Mr. Shue said handing Blaine his lunch to hold. He went into his bag and pulled out a few papers. "This was the class work from today and there's no homework. You get this to me first thing tomorrow and I'll remove that absence."
"Yeah. And listen, I know right now is kind of tough, but if you need someone to talk to I'm always here to listen." He smiled softly at Blaine, squeezing his shoulder. Blaine looked down, trying to blink back a tear, and coughed to clear his throat.
"T-thank you, sir."
"Anytime. And please, stop calling me sir." Mr. Shue squeezed his shoulder one more time before leaving to go meet Ms. Pillsbury.
Blaine sat on the first riser and ate his lunch with in three minutes. After that he wasn't sure what to do. He liked beings around people, but right now he felt like he'd rather die than face anyone. After spending some time watching people pass by the door he decided to do something he knew would make him feel better, sit down at the piano and mess around. As soon as his fingers hit the keys he got lost, and before he knew it he was singing.
Lonely, stubborn and complacent,
You have insisted on leaving me here,
Writing the same song I started last year
Lovely conjunctions and phrases,
Plays on a few words, that you never meant
I must have misread all of the signals that you never sent.
It's a bittersweet life, and it's leaving me a-ok.
Bittersweet life, I have loved and lost my heart along the way
Maybe I could still hold you,
Or you could call if you feel so inclined.
Please take your time locating whatever you're trying to find.
And maybe it's time to let go,
But I'm too scared, and so unprepared
How do I forget every moment in time that we shared?
Blaine thinks he feels a tear run down his cheek but he's too deep into the song to care.
It's a bittersweet life, and it's leaving me a-ok.
I have loved and lost my heart,
It's a bittersweet life,
And it's leaving me a-ok.
I have loved and lost
My heart along the way
I'm calling your bluff,
I have toyed with the idea of burning your stuff.
This is so rough, and it's as if deserting me wasn't enough.
Well I've had enough, I'm calling your bluff.
It's a bittersweet life, and it's leaving me a-ok.
It's a bittersweet life,
I have loved and lost my heart.
It's a Bittersweet life,
And it's leaving me a-ok.
I have loved and lost my heart along the way
He finished with a sigh, scrubbing his hands over his face. The sound of clapping broke him out of his haze.
"That was beautiful," A soft voice complimented. He turned around to see Quinn.
"Thank you," he smiled at her. She went to sit next to him on the piano bench.
"Why didn't you sing that yesterday?"
"To be honest, I don't even know what I sang yesterday. I've been kind of…distracted recently." Blaine explains, hoping she'll just think it's about Kurt and leave it. She nods and starts touching random keys on the piano.
"I've kind of noticed, actually." She paused and looked down to see the jersey poking out of his sweater. "You join the football team?" She asked, tugging lightly on the jersey.
"Oh, um, no. I guess the football players heard me singing yesterday because I got my first slushie facial today. The jersey is Puck's. He lent me some clothes."
"Puck, eh?" She said quietly to herself, looking back down at the piano keys and touching a few. "Did Kurt ever tell you about what happened our Sophomore year?" Quinn asked, still looking down at the keys.
"I heard about him being on the football team and the Cheerios…" He offered.
"That's not what I mean." She stopped playing and put her hands in her lap. "I think we're a lot alike, you and I. My sophomore year I was head Cheerio, which was a big accomplishment for a tenth grader and meant more to me than it should have. I was head of the celibacy club. I was dating a popular football player. My life was going exactly the way I had planned it, but it still wasn't right." She started picking at her nails, still refusing to look up. "I still felt like my old self. I still…I thought wouldn't be insecure anymore. I thought I'd have friends. I thought I'd finally feel okay, but I didn't. They never show how lonely being on top is on tv, you know?"
"Quinn…"Blaine almost questioned, confused by where she was going with this.
"I was with Finn. He was adorable, but Puck…Puck was the bad boy that every girl wants, you know? I…I had sex with Puck once, and that's all it took. I, um…I got pregnant." She confessed, and Blaine tensed immediately.
"Quinn," He said again, this time his voice a bit harsher.
"I was so scared Blaine. I was so alone. My dad kicked me out. The cheerios kicked me out. And the baby wasn't even my boyfriend's. I had never even had sex with my boyfriend. Blaine…I saw you yesterday. Puking at lunch and holding your stomach all day, like you're doing now." She wasn't even looking at him and she knew. He quickly threw his hands to his sides. "You've gained weight. You're constantly distracted. You're constantly tired." she says, finally looking at Blaine, "and I looked some stuff up online last night. Blaine are you…are you pregnant?"
Blaine flew up from the piano bench like it was burning him, and turned to look down on Quinn.
"What? No. Don't be preposterous. That's not even possible."
"It is though," Quinn argued, standing up and walking around the bench to be face to face with him. "I told you I looked it up. It's rare but it happens, and I think it's happening to you." She looked him right in the eye then. "And I think you know it already."
He couldn't look away from her eyes. He couldn't do much else except repeat 'she knows' in his head. She grabbed onto his arm lightly and he closed his eyes.
"Blaine," she said quietly, and that was it. He broke, falling into her as tears fell freely from his eyes. She held him close for several minutes, rubbing his back and saying soft calming words to him.
"Fuck, Quinn, I'm so scared." He said into her shoulder. She let him go a little so he could stand properly. She reached up and wiped his cheek before he leaned his forehead onto hers. She kept petting his cheek a few times before running her hand through his freed curls. "I-I don't even know if I am for sure but I think I am and if I am then I'm so fucked."
"It's okay. It'll be okay. Trust me. You aren't alone, okay? Are you listening? You. Are not. Alone." Quinn told him, trying to be strong despite her shaky voice. He just nodded. "Now, have you set up a doctor's appointment?"
"Yeah, yeah tomorrow." He confirmed, his voice finally steady.
"Okay. Good. I'm coming with you." She told him.
"I'm coming with you. You are not going to be alone." She stated. He just nodded in agreement. "Okay, now does anyone else know?"
"No. No one else. I just found out Saturday." He confides.
"Okay, okay," Quinn repeated quietly, for herself and for him, before grabbing him back into a hug. "It'll be okay."
Author's Note: So, what do you think? Hate it? Love it? Meh it? Let me know. Also, theae were the songs used:
-Better Then Me - The Brobecks mediafire(.)com/?ts17c1684g91fwk
-Bittersweet Life - My Favorite Highway mediafire(.)com/?e33p5zanh3imnn4
-So Fly - Childish Gambino mediafire(.)com/?15zwy5h8khd4ugr
Also, Artie wasn't singing to Brittany or Tina. Any think they know who he was singing to?