Blaine slowly waddles over to his gym locker and sighs deeply, lazily pulling off his gym uniform. Since he's pregnant and can't really do anything in gym, the coach told him that as long as he dresses, he'll get full credit. And that's why gym is his favorite class. He just has to sit there on the side and laugh at Finn when he falls down, or when Puck kicks the air instead of the ball. Sometimes he naps and others he plays around on his iPod or phone. Gym was basically just his hour to relax and goof off. He manages to steer clear of the flying balls when they play dodge ball, because he knows firsthand how intense that game can get, especially when half of the class is on the hockey team and half are on the football team and do Glee. It gets super competitive, and frankly, Blaine wants absolutely nothing to do with it. He glances over at Puck when he catches him staring, self-consciously pulling on his polo shirt.

"What?" Blaine asks him after a moment when the staring didn't stop. "What do you want?"

"Uhm…" Puck shifts awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "So… how are you?"

"I'm okay." He stares at him curiously, slowly closing his locker and grabbing his bowtie. "What's up? You look like you want to talk about something."

"No I don't! I mean…" He clears his throat and stands straight as Finn comes up behind him. "Can I ask you something? About pregnancy and… all that?"

"Oh God, Puck, what did you do?" Artie asks, rolling over. "You didn't get someone pregnant again, did you?"

"No, of course not!"

"You're not pregnant… right?"

"Gross, dude! No!" Puck looks at Blaine. "No offense. I was talking about the whole sleeping with a dude thing being gross, not being-"

"I know, Noah." Blaine rolls his eyes and starts to put on his bowtie. "What did you want to ask me?"

"So, um…" Puck starts again, nervously biting his lip. "Is it good?"

"Is what good?"

"The sex, duh."

"Come on, man!" Finn speaks up, shoving his arm a little. "That's my brother's boyfriend you're talking to! I don't want to know this!"

"It's awesome." Blaine smirks, feeling a great satisfaction in making Finn uncomfortable. That's what he gets for eating the last slice of Kurt's amazing chocolate cake last night. "It's the best sex I think I've ever had in my life. And from what Kurt tells me, it's pretty great for him too."

"Dude, shut up." Finn looks at Blaine with wide eyes. "Shut. Up."

"They say pregnancy sex is supposed to be the best." Mike speaks up, leaning against the lockers. "I don't see how though. No offense, Blaine, but you're kind of big. It would be a little hard, wouldn't it?"

"New positions are always nice." Blaine says with a shrug. Usually he'd be embarrassed, talking about something so personal. But Finn's face was totally worth it.

"Does it move when you do it?" Artie asks, rolling up beside him and reaching up to touch his stomach, which Blaine promptly pushes away. "That would be creepy."

"She does sometimes, I guess." He replies, leaning down slightly to grab his backpack and bring it over his shoulder. "It makes it… weird, though, if she starts to move right in the middle of everything. It's like, our kid if right there and we're… you know."

"We're what?" Kurt questions as he slips through the group of boys, wrapping an arm around Blaine's waist while pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "What are you talking about that's got all of them interested?"

"Nothing." Blaine smiles at him and kisses his cheek, letting Kurt lead him out. "See you later, guys!"

Next to making love, kissing Kurt was his favorite thing to do. Every day after school they seem to end up making out for at least an hour until Burt comes home from the shop. Knowing this, Finn usually goes out with Rachel for a while to avoid any awkward situations such as the one in the locker room today. He didn't need to hear about, nor see his brother with his boyfriend like that. Their hips press together roughly, eliciting a strangled moan from an incredibly pregnant and hormonal Blaine. His jeans seem to be getting tighter and tighter as every second goes by. He pulls back from the kiss in desperate need of oxygen, breathing deeply as he arches his back slightly to bring his hips up to press harder against Kurt's. Kurt's lips move to his jaw, then his neck, then his collarbone… Blaine feels like he's floating on air. That is, until his blue-eyed beauty suddenly stops.

"Wh-what?" Blaine asks breathlessly, gripping his shirt tightly. "No… no, please… please don't stop…"

"We have to, baby." Pet names only make his lower stomach boil with pleasure. "It can't get too heated. We don't have enough time to… before my dad gets home."

"Oh my God, come on!" He sits up on his elbows, looking at him with wide, lust-blown eyes. "He knows we do it! Who cares? I need this!"

"Yes, well." Kurt rolls off of him and sits up, reaching up to fix his hair, his cheeks flushed. "I need a NYADA acceptance letter, but you don't see me getting one of those, do you?"

"You're joking, right?" He stares at him for a second before falling back onto the bed. "You know what? Just forget it then. You totally know how to ruin a mood."

"Someone's got to be the responsible one here." He leans over to give him a kiss, but Blaine turns away just before his lips can reach. "Seriously? Why are you acting like a child?"

"I can't believe I have to beg you to have sex with me." He grumbles, glaring up at the ceiling. "I can't believe I have to beg my boyfriend to have sex with me. What dimension is this?"

"I'm making dinner tonight." Kurt says as he stands up, stretching his arms over his head. "Come on. Get up and come with me so you can help."

"No, I think I'll just lie here and pout, but thanks for the offer." Blaine rolls over so his back is to him; he can't help but smile when he feels the bed sink in and an arm wrap around his waist from behind.

"Stop that." He kisses his shoulder and up his neck. "We have to be quick. He'll be home in approximately fifteen minutes."

"I can deal with that." Blaine grins and turns his head to capture Kurt's lips with his, rolling onto his back.

"Look at that, five minutes to spare…" Kurt coos softly, gently running his fingers through his boyfriend's messy curls. "We should be using this time to get dressed and freshen up, not cuddle."

"But I like to cuddle." Blaine beams and, as if to prove his point, snuggles into his side. "Cuddling is nice, especially when it's post-sex cuddling. That's the best."

"Just for this, you're topping next time." He presses a kiss to his hairline and nuzzles into him, closing his eyes as he yawns. "See? Now I'm tired."

"I don't know how well that will work, but believe me, I'll try." He tilts his head up so their noses are touching and conjures a smile as hazel meets a sleepy blue gaze. "Hello…"

"Mm, hey." He chuckles and leans down, pecking his lips languidly. "I love you."

"I know." He gazes into his eyes for a moment, gently rubbing their noses together. "I love you, too."

They keep looking into each other's eyes for a few moments, just staring. The two of them move at the same time, Blaine leaning up and Kurt leaning down until their lips press together once again. Blaine slides his hand up his chest and cups the back of his neck, pulling himself up more. He rests his thumb over his pulse point and deepens the kiss just slightly. Kurt runs his fingers through his curls, his other hand gently rubbing up and down his side. Everything had been going so perfect lately; Blaine didn't know what he would do with all of it. Things hadn't been great in a long time, but now… now they're incredibly perfect. He pulls back and looks at him dreamily, smiling into his eyes, a stupid smile on his face.

"I'm so glad I met you." Blaine whispers softly, tears shining in his eyes. "You don't… you don't know how lucky I am to have you in my life, Kurt."

"You don't know how lucky I am to have you." Kurt smiles and kisses his nose, pulling him into his arms. "I'll tell my dad to splurge and order pizza. I think we deserve a day in bed together. We haven't had much al- are you okay?"

"I-I don't know, I just got this- ah…" He gasps softly and holds his stomach, closing his eyes. "Ow… oh, it hurts. Kurt, it hurts."

"What hurts?" He sits up, alarmed. "Is it the baby?"

Blaine manages a nod and slowly opens his eyes when it stops, breathing out. "K-Kurt…"

"What happened?" Kurt questions worriedly, staring at him.

"I think I just…" He swallows hard. "I think I just had a contraction."