Teenage Dream (Blaine Anderson - Glee)

=Transitioning=

"Holy crap, we're going to be parents."

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The week was already off to a wonderful start. Blaine and I went to meet Rachel for lunch and as we approached out car, Blaine was suddenly hit by an egg. I turned to see the Vocal Adrenaline team running towards us, eggs in hand. All of a sudden an egg hit the back of Rachel's head and my arm, so I braced my head with one hand and covered my stomach with the other.

They threw egg, after egg, after egg, and it was quite a traumatising experience if I do say so myself. Once Vocal Adrenaline had left we quickly jumped in the car and found Mr. Schue and Ms. P at a park with their son. We rushed over to them, egg dripping onto the sidewalk. When Ms. P spotted us, she gasped and Mr. Schuester spun around his face contorting in disgust and shock when he saw us.

"Oh, my God! What happened?" Mr. Schue asked concernedly.

"Your team Vocal Adrenaline. They decided to go with the tradition of egging the competition." Rachel explained solemnly.

After Mr. Schue's multiple apologies and promises that he would talk to them, we headed home - not really hungry anymore. I unlocked the front door and headed straight to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and quickly got in, cleaning all the egg off.

Once Blaine and I had sorted everything out and we were all cleaned up, we sat down on the bed.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked worriedly.

"Of course I am." I said, tilting my head in confusion.

"No, I meant, is the baby okay? Did the egging harm it? Did the egging harm you? Should we make a doctors appointment? What if it hurt the baby-" Blaine started rambling worriedly and I grabbed his hands to calm him down.

"Blaine, honey, I appreciate your concern, but I don't think that an egging is going to hur tour baby or cause me to have a miscarriage." I said comfortingly.

"Are you sure?" He sad, tightening his grip on my hands slightly.

"If you're really worried we can book a doctors appointment? Just to get everything checked out? I think I'm due for a ultrasound anyway." I said, rubbing my thumb across the back of his hands comfortingly.

"A ultrasound? That's when they show the baby on the monitor right?" He asked, looking for clarification. 

"Yeah, they do it to make sure everything's okay and so we can check the baby's development. I'm about a two moths along now and we still haven't checked so it would probably be a good idea. Maybe that'll reassure you that the egging didn't harm our child." He smiled and leaned into kiss me.

"That sounds great, we'll call up later today?" I nodded my head and we moved so we we're lying down on the bed. "When do we get to find our the baby's sex?"

"Not for another two months I think, we won't be able to get an accurate reading until I'm 18 weeks along and I'm only 8 weeks along." Blaine sighed and nodded his head and pulled me closer, his hand going down to rest on my stomach.

"I hope it's a girl." He said with a soft smile.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Because, we could have a mini you, she would be absolutely beautiful." He said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Well, I hope we have a mini you, especially with your hair type." I said, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, since he had washed out his gel.

"Oh, no, no, no, no. I thought you loved our child, how could you wish that upon them?" He said, pretending to be outraged. I chuckled slightly and shook my head playfully.