I'll Stand By You (Klaine!mpreg)

"Tomorrow, we are going whether you like it or not"

It was Monday morning, and another day at McKinley. "So did you see Kurt this weekend?" Sam asked, his eyes glowing a little as he smirked before elbowing Blaine playfully. "Yeah, I got to see my beautiful fiance, no disturbances at all," he said, waving his arms around for emphasis. "No Santana, no Rachel, even though we know I love both of them. And Starchild..I didn't get to meet him yet," Blaine said, biting his bottom lip. "But I spent a full two days alone in the loft with Kurt, which is just about as close to heaven as it can get for me," Blaine said, nodding. Sam smirked a little, raising his eyebrow at Blaine. "Oh, stop it," he said, playfully hitting Sam. "I love him," Blaine gushed, thinking about his weekend spent with Kurt. "How is he doing, after everything that you know..happened?" Sam asked. "He..he's doing fine," Blaine lied, nodding a little. Sam's eyes turned sad as he looked at Blaine. "Tell me the truth," he said, sighing as he leaned against his locker. "He's doing bad, Sam. At least..I thought he was doing a little better until Saturday  night. He..curled up on my chest, and sobbed for four hours straight," Blaine admitted, sighing. "He told me what he wished he could say and do, and it broke my heart," Blaine said sympathetically. "I wish I could just take all the pain and hurt away from him, but I just can't. There's nothing I can do anymore." 

It was mid-way through Glee practice when Blaine found himself doubled over in the bathroom, yet again. He coughed a little into the toilet as he finally sat back. He took a few deep breaths until he felt a little less nauseous. This had been going on for a while and he was showing other symptoms. Blaine sighed a little, not wanting to venture into the world of doctors to check into something he personally believed was stress over the upcoming Glee activities. He rested a hand on his stomach, any rubbing motion really, being able to settle it a little more than it was before. After a few minutes he stood up and sucked in yet another deep breath before popping a piece of gum in his mouth and washing his hands. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, wondering how he had gotten so sick so suddenly and why this weird strain of flu was lasting so long, but it wasn't something he'd worry about. After a few more minutes, that's when Mr. Schuester finally came into the bathroom searching for Blaine. "Blaine?" He called. Blaine looked over at Mr. Schue wondering what he could want. Had he really been gone that long? "I wanted to make sure you were okay, you keep running out of Glee practice and that's really out of character for you. You're always so focused and wanting to do the best that you can." Blaine sighed a little before being honest with his teacher. "Mr. Schue, I've been getting really bad nausea," he admitted. "My stomach hurts, I get dizzy a lot and I can't keep anything down," he admitted. The look on the older male's face changed from tad annoyance to more concern. "Have you seen a doctor?" Asked the older male. Blaine quietly shook his head. "But I'm seeing Kurt this weekend, maybe I'll talk to him about it then.." he trailed off before exiting the bathroom.

"Okay, okay, okay, Blaine will be here in less than twenty minutes!" Kurt exclaimed, clapping his hands together. Rachel smiled up at Kurt, happy that he looked happy. Things had been rough lately for both of them. Kurt sighed a happy sigh. "I'm so ready for Blaine to just..be here already," the male exclaimed, smiling brightly for the first time in a few weeks. He grinned when he heard the knock at the door and quickly ran to get it. He opened the door and quickly ran into Blaine's arms, hugging him with such force that he moved back a little before beginning to laugh. The nausea had seemed to die down somewhat, which Blaine was totally thankful for, especially after having to take a plane ride to New York and a forty-five minute taxi drive up to the loft. The one thing though that Kurt couldn't help but notice as he hugged his fiance, was that he had apparently picked up a little bit of weight in the few short weeks they had spent apart, something he ultimately didn't mind, but surprised that he hadn't seen it during their skype calls, but maybe he was just off. Between trying to balance his already busy life and worry about his family, including Blaine, Kurt had been stressed out. Blaine breathed in Kurt's scent as he stood with his arms wrapped around the other male, so happy to finally be with him again. Kurt quickly pecked Blaine on the lips before detaching himself and taking Blaine's hand. He took him inside quickly, shutting the door after him as he walked past Rachel. "Hey, don't I get a hello?" She asked, a tiny smirk on her face. "Hi Rachel," Blaine said, laughing. "I'm being taken away, I'm sorry." Kurt moved Blaine straight to the bed. "So, Sam texted me last week," Kurt admitted as he walked over to his collection of DVDs. He flipped through them; Wicked, Hairspray, Grease, Grease 2, The Wizard of Oz, Rocky Horror. Blaine settled into the sheets and rested his head on the soft pillow. "What did he say?" "Well..he said that your nausea had gotten worse and that you were now getting stomach pains, you know and of course, throwing up every single thing you eat, no big deal," Kurt said softly as he finally chose Rocky Horror. Kurt slipped into bed beside Blaine and looked at him. Blaine looked away, a little shamefully. "If there's something seriously wrong with you, do you really think you could hide that from me?" Kurt asked, giving him a knowing look. "Come on, we're getting married, Blaine." Blaine shook his head a little. "Alright, I'm scared, Kurt," he admitted. He frowned a little and looked over at Kurt. "I'm scared. I'm nauseous every minute of the damn day, I throw everything up, I get dizzy and I keep getting these weird pains, and most of all, best of all, I'm getting /fat/," he said, sounding distraught. "Okay, Blaine Devon Anderson, you are not fat. No way in hell are you fat," he said, shaking his head. "Then tell me, tell me what do you call this?" He asked, sitting up. He lifted his arms up and pulled his shirt off. He sat up a little and turned to Kurt. "What the hell is this, Kurt?!" He exclaimed, a little frantically as he tried to show his fiance the new curve he had, lining out his stomach. "Why does it look like this if I'm not getting fat? I'm gaining weight. I can't run long enough or at least for a decent amount of time before getting dizzy or feeling like I have to throw up! I can't keep anything down anyway, so it's not like I'm eating anything extra!" Kurt reached his hand out to trace down the curve of Blaine's stomach carefully. "Does it hurt?" He asked. Blaine shook his head. "Just sore, really sore like something's stretching or exploding or something," he admitted. Kurt shook his head. "That's it. Tomorrow, first thing we are going to a doctor, whether you like it or not."