And baby makes three

Sonogram Expenses

Blaine frowned, staring at himself critically in the mirror with his cardigan unbuttoned, shirt pushed up and pants pushed down, running the tip of his finger down the curve of his stomach.

He appeared to have had a growth spurt, because it was a lot firmer and more defined that it had been a few days ago.

Either he was a little further along than he'd been told, or it looked like his baby was going to be big.

Which definitely wasn't what he needed to be thinking about right now, not when he knew that the pains in his back and hips and legs were only going to get worse.

But no, there it was, clear as day. and he couldn't even cover it up any more with a looser shirt because whichever way he pulled at it, it still clung to the shape of his growing stomach in a way that drew the eye to it constantly.

It wasn't that he wasn't proud to be expecting a baby - he was - but he was still nervous about other people noticing and finding out, especially his parents.

And he'd never lied to his parents before, not really, which put added pressure on him to keep it a secret until he was ready to tell them. But when that would be, he didn't know.

For now, however, he had to think of the immediate present. He had booked a ticket to New York for that weekend, after checking that his parents wouldn't be home to check up on him and was therefore free to do as he pleased. Going behind their back wasn't really the best way of going about things, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice in the matter.

The New Directions had been upset when he'd told them he wouldn't be going to Regionals to watch them perform, but they'd understood; even the guys had offered their support, even if they had been somewhat more confused about the whole thing than the girls had been.

But it also meant that before he went to New York, he'd have to buy some new clothes, and especially some bigger pants.

Maybe Tina would be up for a shopping trip.

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Kurt's finger had been hovering over the Send button for the best part of the last ten minutes.

He was debating whether or not to send a text to Adam, one that asked him to meet with him so that they could talk. And by talk, Kurt meant talk about the fact that Kurt didn't want to see him anymore.

He couldn't. Not when he was going to be a father in a few months' time. And not when he was so hopelessly still in love with Blaine he didn't know what to do with himself.

If he'd been confused about his feelings when they first broke up, he was even more confused now, especially since their circumstances had changed so much.

He missed him. He loved having him around, loved kissing him and touching him and holding his hand. He loved talking about their baby with him.

He loved him.

And he had to tell Adam he didn't want to be with him, because there was already someone else.

But he didn't have the courage.

Courage. Blaine told me to have courage the first time I ever met him.

It was funny, really, how much time had passed. All that time, and yet he still felt the same about him now as he did back then.

Yes, things were different now, but he was tired of being apart, tired of pretending they were "just friends" when he no longer wanted to be.

Without thinking about it, he pressed the button.