I'll Stand By You (Klaine!mpreg)

"Oh shut up, that will never happen with us."

Blaine got up from where he was working on his research paper. This was his first big senior project. He looked down at his phone and smiled, seeing another text from Kurt. "I'm fine, how about you?" He texted back, laughing as he did. "Only fine? Doesn't sound very good..tell me what's wrong, come on come onnn," he said out loud, imitating Kurt as best as he could. Blaine laughed to himself and replied. "So I have the flu or something. I haven't gone to school for a couple days. But I'm sure it'll pass so don't worry," he replied before taking a deep breath and setting his phone down. Speaking of the devil, as soon as he set his phone down he felt a twinge in his stomach and jumped up, immediately running into the bathroom. He knelt down on the ground and threw up into the toilet. Once he was done, he leaned against the shower and took a couple deep breaths before closing his eyes. If he could just get over this, he could get on a plane and go fly out to see Kurt for the weekend. He stood up and made his way to the kitchen, to take more medicine and more vitamins. Blaine had a very specific regimen he followed when he was sick, much like Kurt's skin care nightly routine, which Blaine still found a little intense, but it was just another small quirk that he loved about Kurt. Blaine coughed a few times before throwing up the contents of his lunch, right back up into his own private toilet. Thank God his parents worked so often or they'd have his sorry butt straight off to the doctor's without hesitation. Blaine sighed a bit, wishing he'd just get better so he could get back to school. Nationals were approaching and they had to be ready, competition was so stiff lately. But with Finn's passing things had been hectic. Kurt hadn't been in Lima for almost five weeks now, when Mr. Schuester organized Finn's memorial at McKinley. Every day Blaine was plagued with the thought that Kurt was hurting, that was probably the reason he left to go back to New York so quickly. This whole band thing was kind of crazy, so sudden. Blaine sucked in a breath and stood up before moving to the bathroom sink to brush his teeth. He had to go see Kurt, no  matter what. He had to make sure Kurt was treating himself well and eating enough and keeping safe. The thought of anything happening to his fiance killed him inside, he couldn't bear to think about it. Blaine's phone buzzed a few more times and once he was done with his random spur of the moment bathroom trip, he picked up his phone and read some of the texts aloud again. "Starchild's coming over to practice." Who the hell was Starchild? Coming to practice what? Blaine felt a little annoyed, although he wasn't sure why. He usually wasn't a very jealous person. "Who..is..Star..Child," Blaine trailed out, speaking out loud as he texted Kurt back. He moved ot the kitchen next, feeling a spurt of hunger come over him. "Fried chicken sounds good," he said, talking to himself again. He checked his phone as another reply came in. "Starchild!! The fantastic, possibly gay, new vocalist in our band?!?! The band I have with Santana and Rachel and Dani!!" He could almost /hear/ Kurt saying it, even in his head. Blaine frowned a little and rubbed his head before replying. "My bad. Starchild, great. Does he have a boyfriend?" Blaine replied curiously. He got out some chicken and started up the frying pan as his stomach started making weird noises. "What the hell," he mumbled, moving his hand over his stomach and rubbing it gently. He cupped his mouth quickly before running back over to the bathroom and doing it again, this flu really sucked. 

Rachel hummed softly to herself as she poured some boiling water into a mug and whisked the dark chocolate mint flavored hot cocoa packet into it slowly and with care. "Boy, you're gonna love this," she said, beaming at her newest hobby, making all kinds of great things and feeding them to Kurt like she was the mother and he was her son. "Gee, I'm escastic," he said, raising one of his eyebrows. She gave him a stern look and he turned his sarcasm into a sweet smile. "I'm kidding, mom, come on you know I love you," he said, resting a hand on Rachel's shoulder and moving next to her. "Smells good, which poison is it this time?" "Dark chocolate mint," she exclaimed, her smile threatening to explode her face. "Smells good. Too bad vogue will fire me for rolling in on monday," he said, raising his eyebrow again. "Kurt, it's one mug of hot chocolate, give me a break. You can't gain that much weight from eight ounces of water and chocolate powder," she scolded, shaking her head. "You clearly forgot about friday night's brownies and that pumpkin pie you made tonight. It isn't even Thanksgiving yet, Rachel. And do I look like I can resist that? Especially when you give me that damn puppy dog face..just like..just like that!" He said, fake annoyed as Rachel pouted at him. He sighed in defeat. "Fine, I'll eat whatever you want as long as you're happy." Rachel grinned and clapped her hands excitedly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said, giving Kurt a quick peck on the cheek. He took his mug and sat down. "NYADA, Blaine, Vogue, diner, band, my life's going to implode," he said dramatically as he kicked his feet up. "You're a busy boy, but you're talented and focused enough to do it all," Rachel said, sitting down beside her best friend. She scooted down and leaned her head on his shoulder. "You're so comfortable, seriously," she said, sighing. Kurt rested his head against Rachel's. Cuddling was something that mostly started after Finn died, something that kept Rachel warm during the bad nights, something he'd do when he walked in on here crying. Santana had been spending more and more time with Dani lately, since then Kurt and Rachel had really been alone. Rachel scooted in and wrapped her arm around Kurt's waist. "Watch it, watch it," he scolded softly. "You're going to burn me and I'm going to burn you and it won't be pretty," he warned, his voice getting a little higher at his excitement. He moved the mug to his lips and sipped it a little. "Sorry," she whispered. "There, there," he said, patting Rachel's head with his free hand. "Isabelle must be having a kiki tonight or something, she's been ignoring me all night," he teased, a slight smirk on his face. "What about Blaine? How has Blaine been?" Rachel asked, moving her hand from Kurt's waist to move a piece of hair from her face. In any other circumstance with any other boy, Kurt would consider this cheating, but since it was with Rachel and he had absolutely no physical attraction to females what-so-ever this was just like Rachel sitting next to Mercedes as far as he was concerned. "I think he has the flu. He's been dying to come out, but he's been sick. I'm worried about him," Kurt said, sighing. "Poor Blaine," Rachel said softly. "When's Starchild getting here?" "I don't know, more like when's San-" Santana burst through the door promptly. "I'm back bitches," she said, her radiant smile coming across her face. "-tana coming back," Kurt finished, a little surprised at Santana's odd timing. "And I brought only the /prettiest/ girl in New York City along with me, come in baby," she called behind her as a bright faced Dani walked in behind her. "Hey," she said, waving her hand. "Hey Dani!" Rachel said cheerily. She let go of Kurt and jumped up to give Santana and then Dani a big hug. "Where's our new boy toy?" Santana asked. "Have you heard anything, Lady Hummel?" Santana asked, moving behind Kurt to hang up her coat. Kurt only shook his head slightly, reading another text from Blaine. He felt concerned, Blaine had thrown up so many times today and he almost never threw up. "Blaine, I'm gonna call you hold on," he replied. "What's wrong?" Santana asked, reading Kurt's texts over his shoulder. "Santana, that's private property!" Kurt scolded, taking his phone and holding it close to his chest. "Throwing up? Possible pregnancy?" Santana teased, her eyebrow raised. "Oh shut up, that will /never/ happen with us," Kurt scolded, rolling his eyes. "Too bad, but good, two pregnancy scares in one year /is/ a little much," she said, shrugging. "Wait..Rachel?" Kurt asked, glancing over at Rachel. Rachel shrugged slightly. "Brody.." Kurt trailed off. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because you don't have the experience to help her, Lady Hummel," Santana enthused, grinning behind him. Kurt scoffed a little as the door opened again. "There's our little prodigy!" Santana said, walking over to him. "Let's get this show on the road." Kurt jumped up, excited about band practice, ultimately forgetting to even call Blaine.