"Please tell me you didn't actually pass out when Rachel told you," Kurt remarks drily when he, Finn, and Rachel have their weekly Skype call.
"He did," Rachel says matter-of-factly before Finn can say anything. "It took me about five minutes to bring him round, too."
Finn sighs. "It was just… I mean, it's a big thing."
"I know, baby," she says soothingly, patting his shoulder.
Kurt laughs.
"Just, promise you won't tell anyone?" Finn asks. "Especially Puckerman."
Kurt sucks in air through his teeth. "Well. That might not be possible…"
"You already told him?" Finn yells.
Kurt shrugs. "I ran into him and Quinn at the supermarket when I was visiting Dad and Carole last week. And you know how bad I am at keeping secrets."
"Do I ever," Finn mutters.
"Did you tell anyone else that we're pregnant, Kurt?" Rachel asks, raising an eyebrow. Finn finds it adorable that she says "we're" instead of "I'm," because it really means that it's him and Rachel, in this together, having this baby. Sure, she's the sacred vessel or whatever, but he's gonna be there every step of the way.
"Well, I told Nana Hummel," Kurt says, ticking her name off on his finger, "because I figured Finn would forget," Finn ducks his head sheepishly, "I told Sebastian , of course, because I really can't keep anything from him at all, and… Oh! I told Mr. Schue."
Rachel takes in a deep breath, and Finn puts his hand on her knee, rubbing circles slowly, knowing she's about to explode. "You told Mr. Schue?" she asks with forced calmness.
Kurt has the good sense to look scared. "What's that Sebastian ?" he calls behind him, leaning out of the shot. "Oh, really, tickets to Gypsy tonight? And it starts in an hour?" He turns back to the screen, sighing exasperatedly. "Well, you heard that, Rachel, I'm sure you understand—"
"Kurt Hummel," Rachel says slowly, her tone laced with danger. "The off-Broadway production of Gypsy closed two weeks ago, and if you end this call I swear to God I will storm over to your SoHo apartment and release all of my pregnancy hormones on you."
Kurt gulps.
Finn gets up, leaning over to kiss Rachel on the cheek. "I'll be right back. Grilled cheese sandwich?"
She nods, her eyes never leaving the screen. "Pray for your brother's soul after you make it, okay?"
He laughs, making it into the kitchen right before she starts yelling.
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FanfictionHe nods, and he feels like she's walking in slow motion as she brushes past him, heading to the bathroom. They're only twenty-five and they've been married for a year so how are they going to handle a baby? SEQUEL TO DAMAGED BECAUSE OF YOU
