Freezers and Babies Don't Mix - Klaine One-Shot!!!!!!!!
A/N: I really hope you guys enjoy this!!!!!!!!!!! MAJOR thanks to the show 'Castle' for a prompt for this <333
I never realized how much a man could go through to save his child.
Until now.
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It all started after 6th period when I was waiting like usual for Blaine to get packed up and ready to leave so that after Glee Club, we could get the hell out of the school before Karofsky or Azimio came to attack. Like always, he had to sort through all his books and make sure three times that he had the right ones with him and then make sure he had no spare papers floating around in the most tidy locker McKinley High had ever seen. He's no nerd, but sometimes, that boy concerns me.
Anyway, we were just standing there in the middle of the hallway with only a few harmless bystanders to catch us sharing a kiss or to see Blaine talk to my stomach adorably.
Oh yeah, did I mention I'm preggers?
Now you know.
Long story short, Blaine and I were ready, I was scared, he told me to trust him, and then poof, we find out male pregnancy is even possible and that I happen to be the lucky carrier of a baby. A baby that at that time, and now as a matter of fact, was five months.
Back to the story now. Blaine was just about done cleaning up a freakin sticky note from the very bottom of his locker when he suddenly reached down to rest his hand on my stomach. I smiled brightly at his warm face.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he looked up at me.
"Nothing. I just wanted to see if the baby was happy."
"Well, is the baby happy, Blaine?"
Blaine blushed that way I always adored more than I probably should and shuffled his feet. "From what I can tell, yeah."
"Know what else the baby is?"
"What?"
"Impatient. Now come on and pick up the damn sticky note so we can leave," I whined, picking the stray sticky note up with the little annoyance I could muster and crumbling it up into a tight-knit ball. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"So pushy."
I glared. That boy knew better than to mess with my weird guy-hormones.
"Fine, fine, sorry baby, I'm done."
"That's what I thought."
After the words left my mouth, Blaine shoved the sticky note into his pocket and shut his locker, reaching out to take my hand. I giggled, my usual response to his gentlemanly-ness these days, and took his hand. We walked down the hallways in style, and frankly, at that moment I didn't think anyone would ever be able to screw up our feelings or lives, for that matter.
I was dead wrong.
Before either of us could process it, Karofsky and Azimio slammed us against the nearby lockers and kept walking, high-fiving and jabbering about how awesome that was.
You see, this is where Blaine should've totally dumped his 'courage' advice out the window completely and where he should've just asked if I was okay and moved on. But no, that's not Blaine at all. He likes to confront bullies and take risks that aren't necessary at the time. He likes to make things more complicated.
Love causes a lot of crap when he's involved, I guess.
Jumping immediately away from me and the lockers, Blaine ran up to the two monsters, pushed them against the wall, and then shouted for them to, and I quote, "get your gay butts away from Kurt and my child unless you want me to totally go all Voldemort on you".
He's cute, okay?
Of course, as you could imagine, Karofsky and Azimio just started laughing in response to the, let's be frank, dismal threat to them.
"Blaine, it's okay," I tried to convince him as he furiously stood about a foot shorter than the two with all the anger he could sum up, "I'm fine. Let's just go."
He didn't listen, if you can believe that. Suddenly, he punched Karofsky square in the jaw, only to see that Karofsky was almost unharmed, the outline of a red mark appearing alone on his face. For a moment, Blaine looked utterly shocked. Then, he tried again, coming up empty once again. Karofsky snorted in his face.
"You hit stuffed animals harder, pretty boy? Or is this just how sad your muscles are?"
That hit Blaine hard, if you can believe this from the guy who tells me to never feel self conscious about myself. Much to contrary belief, Blaine's not that lazy when in comes to exercise. He takes pride in his looks and strives to keep his body in tip-top shape, both hygiene and strength wise. While I do my moisturizer routine at night, Blaine will usually lift some small hand weights or do a few simple exercises to pass the time. And, just from my experiences with seeing Blaine, let me just say that they pay off big time.
Karofsky just is too dumb to see it.
I watched in horror as Azimio freakin picked Blaine up off the ground and began to drag him towards the direction of the cafeteria without a word to Karofsky at all. I could hear Blaine yelling for him to put him down and for him to just let me go, but not a word left either monster's mouth. They just went on with their business and took us-yes, Karofsky picked me up, too-to the cafeteria, plopping us down when we were in the kitchen where food usually was made for lunch. I was careful, even as Karofsky carelessly dropped me down on the tile floor, to take into consideration the fact that, yes, I'm with child and, yes, I need to make sure that whatever they do to me doesn't hurt my baby. I remember how Blaine just stared at me as Azimio prepared whatever it was we were going to face in front of us. His eyes had something in them.....something I'd never seen before in them. It looked like he wanted to be in what I call his superman faze, otherwise known as he wanted to save me and my baby from all of this mess no matter the risk. That faze scares me sometimes, I must admit, but at that moment in time, all it did was make me feel more sad and more worried that something was going to go wrong.
"Pretty boys," Karofsky shouted in the small room to get our attention, "we've got a little surprise for you."
"We've seen how your little man make-out sessions have gotten lately, and since we can't exactly stop you..."
"We can help cool you down."
My jaw hit the floor then as I followed his gaze to the large freezer in the corner of the room and realized just what they meant.
They were literally going to freeze us.
In the freezer.
While I'm freakin' with child.
They sure are smart, huh?
I quickly turned my head to catch Blaine's facial reaction, and man, it scared the hell out of me. His normal tan skin was almost as white as mine and his eyes were super wide in fear-not shock, not surprise, just the one emotion I rarely saw Blaine have. Heck, the last time he had that was when he'd first gotten slushied by Karofsky and Azimio.
Okay, he was a bit fearful when he found out I was preggers, but that went away when he heared the heartbeat.
All our fears left when we heard that.
"You can't do this!" Blaine yelled helplessly. He knew it was in vain, but it's not like he wouldn't say it still.
"Hell yeah we can," Azimio said. "Besides, I heard you can't see fingerprints and crap on gay guy's bodies, so no one will know we did it."
What are they, two?
"Kurt has a child, though! At least......at least let him live!"
I gasped. "Blaine-"
"That kid never hurt anyone. It wouldn't be right."
Karofsky laughed, causing Blaine's face to fall. "Like we care! For all we know, it's a gay like you two! Now shut up so we can get you into here."
I didn't put up much of a struggle as Karofsky shoved me into the freezing cold of the freezer. Why, you ask? I knew it'd do nothing. Last time I showed force against him I ended up with a bad taste in my mouth and emotional scars all over me. It's not like now would be a good time to try.
Blaine sadly didn't follow my example.
Freaking out wasn't even a good enough word to explain his actions. I'd compare it to a kidnapped person being led to their death, but that kinda was what was going on, so.....bad example. He wriggled in Karofsky's grasp like never before, shouting things about how he'd be sorry for this and that they wouldn't get through with this until he found himself next to me sprawled out on the cold, hard floor, bruised both physically and emotionally. Azimio chuckled darkly as he took the handle of the door in his hands and looked right at my stomach coldly.
"Feel sorry for that baby, being damned to hell with you two."
I could tell this was my last chance to speak, so, like naturally, I spoke my mind about that. Let's just say my words had never been truer.
"I have a feeling God likes it better when people be themselves more than when people kill others. We'll see who goes where."
And then, gulping for air from their horridly disgusting laughter, the two boys shut the door tight. It was quiet enough in the room that you could hear them lock the door and leave the area. That scared me.
Suddenly, in the quiet room, I heard something odd fill the silence. It sounded like a choked back cry that was very familiar.
You kinda forget that you're locked in a freezer with one other person when your body is slowly turning into frozen meat.
I watched in dimmed shock as I saw Blaine crumble into a mess of tears in front of me, his curls getting all into his face and said face getting all scrunched up with sad anger. He jumped off the floor and then immediately began to hit the door with his hand, yelling 'help' over and over again. It was a sad sight to see, considering there really was no reason to bang on a door where you could hear outside noise but not inside noise from and he was just hurting his hand, but whatever works, I guess.
Sitting down on the floor Indian style, I looked at Blaine and sighed.
"It's not going to help, Blaine."
Blaine paused for a moment and then continued. Figures.
"No one can hear us. You're just hurting yourself."
He paused again, this time not continuing. Instead, he turned around and slid down the door to the ground as realization continued to hit him hard. I gulped.
"Check your phone, Kurt."
I didn't comment on how his voice cracked on my name or how he sounded shaken, but instead I followed what he said and pulled out my tiny yet convenient phone to see the bars.
"Dead. You?"
Blaine groaned and threw his cell across the freezer floor in frustration. "Not a freaken bar."
"You know, we haven't lost all hope. God can help-"
"I thought you didn't believe in him," Blaine murmured as even as he could in his condition, the cold causing his words to rush a bit. I spun to face him.
"When....when my Dad had his heart attack, I pushed away all my friends and all their prayers and everything that possibly could have given me closure at the time, Blaine. All it did was make me feel worse and him stay the same. The minute I began to have a little faith, my Dad woke and well.....he's alive and well. I'm not saying I believe in the guy, but......we could use a little help right now. It's cold, we're in a freezer, no one knows where we are, I'm with child, we have no cell phone signal........if this guy really is there, it's not like it could hurt to ask for something to help us. Or at least our child, Blaine."
Blaine stared at me for a moment and then crawled on over next to me and wrapped his arms around me. I returned the gesture, smiling as Blaine leaned into my shoulder. I always loved how he looked when he was like that.
"God," he said a little louder than usual. I looked at him for a second and then lowered my head so that my forehead rested on my knees which now were up against my stomach. I'd seen Quinn pray before and she always lowered her head, so I gave it a try. Might as well do it right if I was to do it at all.
"God...it's Blaine. Oh what am I saying, you probably don't know it's me. You've probably got tons of people talking to you right now." I bit my lip to be quiet. His cuteness is too hard to bear sometimes, even in the most serious of moments. "But...if you are listening....I have a request, I guess, if that's what you'd call it. Um....Kurt, my boyfriend and the most..important person to me on the planet and out unborn baby and I are in a...situation...and we could use some of your help, if you aren't busy. No one knows where we are or what happened to us or anything. If you can...we'd be okay if you can't, but...if you can.....could you do something to help? I....I really love my family. I do. Kurt's my everything. My baby is going to add on to my everything soon. I....not to be selfish, but I want that to happen. I want to be with him forever. I want to spend my whole life with him. Please," Blaine begged through tough tears, "I'll do anything you want, God, if you just save us....him....my baby....anything."
"I'll go to church with Quinn and Mercedes next time they go even though I don't believe you exist if you help," I added quietly to myself. I'm not completely sure Blaine even heard me say it. If anyone, for that matter.
"Thanks if you help. Um.....bye now, I guess."
For a Catholic raised guy, you think he'd know more about how to pray. Then again, he did get kicked out by his parents to live with his atheist aunt when he was only eight when they suspected he was gay, so......I don't know. I slowly raised my head up and turned to Blaine, seeing him just gazing into nowhere. I huddled deeper into my jacket and sighed shakily, causing him to turn and look at me in concern.
"You getting cold?"
"No, I'm warm as an oven."
Blaine glared. "This is serious, Kurt. You need to be warm for the baby to be okay. Plus, if help does come....I don't want to be the one with all the jackets while my boyfriend and child are frozen next to me. So, are you getting cold?"
"I'm fine, now," I replied seriously, taking in his words with actual thought this time. "I'll say if I'm cold."
"You better."
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"Okay class," Will Schuester said to his class as they took their seats, "today I have some very good news! We're going to be doing music from, wait for it.......Moulin Rouge!"
As Will gazed across his students, the ones he expected to be happy were ecstatic. Rachel was already warming up her voice, Mercedes was conversing with Tina on what song would sound the best with her singing it, Kurt was-
Kurt. Where the hell was he?
"Hey, uh, guys," he said with a hint of worry, causing the group to silence a bit, "anyone seen Kurt? Or Blaine?"
The silence that followed his words were frightening, knowing their past with bullies.
And the fact that Kurt had a little life inside him now, too.
He needed to talk to Emma. And fast.
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"Blaine, are you okay?"
It had been only fifteen minutes in the cold freezer, but already, it seemed like Blaine was getting pretty cold. His teeth were chattering already and his uncovered palms were looking whiter as time passed. It looked like he was going to go down before him at this pace, and that scared me at the moment more than anything. The last thing I needed was to have to sit and wait for death to take me and my child as Blaine sat dead next to me.
"Y-yeah," he replied, his breath showing up vividly in the frozen room, "I'm f-fine. Y-you?"
I normally would have hit him across the face, but death being so close, I decided to ease up on Blaine. "I'm fine. Now let me give you a jacket. I'm very warm, and so is the baby since you put your jacket on my stomach. Really, Blaine, let me."
"I r-rather d-die than have our b-baby d-die."
Instantly, I could feel my heart sink at the fact he was willing to die to keep me safe. It was so touching.
At the same time, though, it was as stupid as you could get.
"Blaine, I'm giving you my top jacket and I want you to wear it. I promise that if I need it I'll take it back. Just please," I begged, holding the jacket out for him, "take the jacket."
Blaine hesitated but soon took the jacket and slid it on. Already, he looked better, but still, it wasn't enough to keep him completely warm forever. I ran my hand through my freezing hair nervously.
"I heard somewhere that penguins usually huddle close to stay warm in the cold winters they have at the south pole. Maybe......maybe we could huddle close and-"
Immediately, Blaine was attached at the hip to me, his slightly smaller body fitting perfectly next to mine like a puzzle piece joining another. Together, as we sat in the freezer in silence, I began to feel a bit more doubtful. What if no one knew we were in trouble? What if Karofsky and Azimio lied and said we'd been taken?
What if no one cared?
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"Emma, Kurt and Blaine are missing."
Emma's bright wide eyes looked up at Will in a bit of calm shock like she always seemed to pull off, being a guidance counselor. She fumbled with a few papers before responding.
"Oh Will, we don't know what they could be doing. Who knows, maybe Kurt's getting sick from the baby and Blaine's helping him calm down or maybe they are getting, er, physical somewhere. Pregnant people have needs and well, you never know with teen boys, with the, er, hormones and stuff."
Will sighed deeply and looked Emma square in the eye. "Kurt stopped getting sick a month or two ago and he and Blaine are the most punctual kids in the school, Emma. I'm concerned."
"Well, what do you think is wrong?"
"I think David Karofsky and that kid, um...Azimio, if I'm correct, did something. They've never liked them and Karofsky's threatened Kurt's life before-"
"You never told me that," Emma said quietly, biting her lip. Will nodded.
"I know. I promised I wouldn't spread that outside the conversation we had about it with Kurt's father and stuff, but I had to tell you, Emma."
Emma sighed and stood up from her desk, dropping the papers to the desk with a small thud as she walked towards the door. "This changes everything, Will. Follow me. We need the Glee kids to help us here."
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"Blaine?"
"..............."
"Blaine, s-speak baby," I whispered as Blaine laid frozen against me. I shook him gently, waking him from his daze a bit.
"K-Kurt..."
"Blaine, s-stay with me, ok-kay?"
Blaine silently nodded. "Kurt?"
"What babe?"
"K-kiss me."
My body tensed. Was this going to be our last kiss? Was this out last moment? The last time I was going to see those gorgeous brown eyes?
Was this the last time I'd be loved?
Slowly, I leaned in and pressed my frozen lips to his ice-chapped lips with all the final strength I could muster. It had been about an hour and a half since we got locked in, and I could just tell we didn't have much time, so this kiss meant everything. I could feel my eyes try to cry, but the cold was too powerful. I tried to make sure that if this was Blaine's last kiss with me, it'd be his best. As he pulled away for a breath, I knew the mission was accomplished. It was amazing for him.
"I just w-want you t-to know t-that I....I l-love you, K-Kurt. Y-you and the b-baby."
My heart jumped into my throat. I swore this was the end. I truly did.
"I love y-you, Blaine. I love you s-so much, and s-so does the b-baby. I love you," I sobbed dryly, "I love you, Blaine."
That's when I felt him go limp against my shoulder and saw his curls fall into his face carelessly.
It couldn't be over.
It couldn't.
It just couldn't end like that.
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"....Finn, I'm pretty sure there's no way they would be in the cafeteria," Rachel rambled on as the two made their way into the large place. They and the rest of the Glee club had been sent on a mission by Mr. Schue to go and search the school for Kurt and Blaine after finding they were nowhere to be seen. Finn stared ahead as they walked through the room towards the kitchen in silence.
He didn't need to answer to Rachel after she knew he'd do anything to find his brother and his brother's boyfriend, anyway.
Finn didn't know what it was that drew him there, but something inside his body made Finn want to go inside the kitchen and check everything inside there. He just had this feeling that he would at least find a clue there.
As the two walked inside the smaller kitchen, it became apparent that there was only two places they really could check: the pantry and the freezer.
"You check the pantry, Rachel, and I'll get the freezer since it's tough to open," Finn commanded as he began to survey the heavy metal bar that closed off the huge door to the inside. Using all his strength, he quickly took a strong grip of the bar and yanked it off the door with a loud grunt. It was harder than he suspected.
Hopefully, it would be worth it.
He gripped the handle with his right hand and pulled the heavy door open, shivering at the cloud of cold air that escaped the large place, and then took a look inside.
Nothing could've prepared him for what he found.
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".....Kurt? Blaine?"
My mind scrambled as it slowly woke me up to tell me who was calling my name. My eye lashes slowly fluttered open as my vision unscrambled and came to me. Seconds before, I was almost dead. I could feel my life just slipping. I could.
But then I woke to that voice...
"F...Finn?"
Suddenly, the blurry figure in front of me unscrambled and I did see it was Finn. He gasped and quickly took off his jacket to wrap around me, his face looking over-joyous.
"B...Blaine...he..."
"Rachel!" Finn yelled towards the door before ducking his hand under Blaine's sleeve to check for a pulse. I was just waiting for his face to fall. For this to be all over. For it to go like Blaine had said it would.
"Oh thank God, he's alive! Rachel, get Mr. Schue, now!"
I looked next to me, feeling my neck crack from stiffness, and watched closely as he took very shallow breaths every few seconds. My heart felt like a racehorse on crack from the happiness I felt then.
"Okay, we need to get you two out of here. Kurt?"
My eyes fluttered over to his direction in utter tiredness. "Yes?"
"Can you walk?"
I just looked at him blankly. He was serious, right?
"Okay, I guess not."
You guessed right.
"Well, let me go take Blaine out first. Stay right there."
Finn slowly reached under Blaine and scooped him up into his arms, walking out of the freezer as fast as possible. I didn't see where he put him or if anyone was out there, but I sure was happy.
Soon, after about two minutes from my drunken counting because of my frozen brain, Finn came back in and scooped me up, too, taking me out into the nice overwhelming warmth of the kitchen.
"Get...get Blaine's phone...it's...it's in there."
Finn nodded as he brought me out of the kitchen and into the cafeteria in his big, broad arms. You know, a little while ago I would've paid money for him to carry me like this.
Now, I probably owe him for carrying me like that.
He set me down on when seemed like a cloud bed. It was really tons of warmed up pillows that I had and still have no clue how they warmed and was filled with lots of warm blankets. Then, once I was down, a few more warm blankets were piled on me to make the top half of my body warm. I sighed contently as I could feel my body grow warmer already. I looked up at Finn as he instructed the others to do things for me and Blaine and felt my heart warm up, too. He was being awesome. An awesome uncle, too.
"Finn," I called out, a little more of my normal voice coming back. The corner of Finn's mouth turned up as he knelt down to be about my height.
"Yes?"
"Is Blaine okay?"
Finn shrugged. "Mr. Schue and Rachel are taking care of him, so.....I think he'll be okay."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," Finn said with a smile. Suddenly, the sound of sirens filled the room. The paramedics came, apparently. I watched as part of them rushed to somewhere out of my vision and how some came to my aid. Rachel or whoever called must have told about the baby, because almost immediately, they were asking me questions and feeling my stomach and putting me on a stretcher and....and...
....it seemed like too much.
But hey, we were safe.
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I woke up in a small bed in new clothing, oddly, with only a few blankets on me and no more wires attached to me. It confused me for a moment until I saw a doctor walk up to my bed with a kind smile.
"Hi Kurt, I'm Dr. Wright. How are you feeling?"
"Warm," I replied quietly, shifting around under the small mound of covers, "wrapped up."
Dr. Wright laughed to himself. "I understand completely. Now, I'd like to talk about your baby."
"It's okay, right?" Dr. Wright nodded and flipped through a few papers before pulling out one for him to look at.
"Your baby is fine as far as we know. You did a very good job at keeping that part of your body warm," he said with a bright smile. "I'm actually kinda' happy to say that other than suffering a little hypothermia, you pulled through very good. You can get up and leave whenever. Your family and everyone accept your brother left."
"How's Blaine," I asked curiously, "and is he okay?"
Dr Wright pulled out another paper. "I knew you'd ask. He did suffer a little more severe of a case of hypothermia than you, but he pulled through, too. He can also leave whenever, but he needs to be monitored."
I smiled "Thank you, Dr. Wright."
"You're welcome."
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"Hey boyfriend."
Blaine jumped slightly as I handed him a medium drip from the hospital food court and sat down in the booth across from him. He smiled his normal goofy smile and took the coffee thankfully. I took a gulp of my water jealously and nudged his foot under the table in response. Blaine nudged me back.
"Thank you."
I blinked, take back a bit. "Thank you?"
"You kept me going when I wanted to just die, Kurt. I wanted to just die in there, but I kept thinking about you and how many good times we've had and how many we still need to have at McKinley and......i just couldn't."
I reached out and tucked a stray curl from Blaine's hair behind his ear in a tender caress. I couldn't believe that the one thing that I had hung on to all that time ago to keep my hopes up about McKinley had had to hang on to me this time to keep going. It made me feel all giddy inside for some reason.
It felt like we were a family depending on each other.
"I guess I kinda' owe Mercedes and Quinn and God a trip to Church for that."
Blaine snorted. "You sound like it's so bad."
"You haven't gone on a road trip with Quinn before," I said with another gulp of my water. "She drives so slow I rather run to our destination, and you know how much I hate running."
"That does sound bad."
"This baby is lucky it has a father like you," I whispered quietly as I rested my hand on my stomach. "So loving, so caring, so witty, so funny, so......supportive. It's lucky as hell, Blaine."
"Likewise, Kurt. You will make a great father, too."
"You think Karofsky and Azimio will be back at McKinley?"
Blaine smirked and fiddled with his coffee cup's top. "I kind of told Finn it was them and he told Mr. Schue so.....I don't think so."
"I'm glad."
"Me too."
"I love you, Blaine Anderson."
"Love you too, Kurt E. Hummel."
"Shut up or I will throw my water at you and blame it on hormones if anyone asks."
"Sorry, sorry."
I never realized how much a man could go through to save his child.
Until now.
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Epilogue:
"Kurt," Blaine whispers as the couple is laying down in Kurt's hospital bed gazing at the pink bundle in Kurt's arms, "what should we name her?"
"You're going to laugh when I say this, Blaine, but I know the perfect name for her."
"If you name her Karofsky..."
Kurt hits Blaine's arm and laughs hysterically. "No, no, no! It's a girl name."
"But-"
"Blaine, be serious for once and let me tell you her name!"
Blaine nods and holds out his finger for their little girl to play with with her small, stubby fingers. Kurt looks at her and smiles, his eyes twinkling.
"Alice."
"Why would I laugh?"
Kurt blushes and hides his head in Blaine's nearby shoulder as if it would make the blush any less noticable. Then, he says it.
"The last three letters spell 'ice'....we were in ice..."
Blaine stares unreadable for a minute and then suddenly bursts out laughing as loud as he possibly can. He then kisses Kurt's lips and looks down at his little girl with the biggest grin he can possibly create.
"Alice Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson. A beautiful name."
Right then and there, Blaine's world and Kurt's world is perfect, and all Blaine can think at that time is this:
Thank God he had Kurt.
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The end!
I never realized how much a man could go through to save his child.
Until now.
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It all started after 6th period when I was waiting like usual for Blaine to get packed up and ready to leave so that after Glee Club, we could get the hell out of the school before Karofsky or Azimio came to attack. Like always, he had to sort through all his books and make sure three times that he had the right ones with him and then make sure he had no spare papers floating around in the most tidy locker McKinley High had ever seen. He's no nerd, but sometimes, that boy concerns me.
Anyway, we were just standing there in the middle of the hallway with only a few harmless bystanders to catch us sharing a kiss or to see Blaine talk to my stomach adorably.
Oh yeah, did I mention I'm preggers?
Now you know.
Long story short, Blaine and I were ready, I was scared, he told me to trust him, and then poof, we find out male pregnancy is even possible and that I happen to be the lucky carrier of a baby. A baby that at that time, and now as a matter of fact, was five months.
Back to the story now. Blaine was just about done cleaning up a freakin sticky note from the very bottom of his locker when he suddenly reached down to rest his hand on my stomach. I smiled brightly at his warm face.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he looked up at me.
"Nothing. I just wanted to see if the baby was happy."
"Well, is the baby happy, Blaine?"
Blaine blushed that way I always adored more than I probably should and shuffled his feet. "From what I can tell, yeah."
"Know what else the baby is?"
"What?"
"Impatient. Now come on and pick up the damn sticky note so we can leave," I whined, picking the stray sticky note up with the little annoyance I could muster and crumbling it up into a tight-knit ball. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"So pushy."
I glared. That boy knew better than to mess with my weird guy-hormones.
"Fine, fine, sorry baby, I'm done."
"That's what I thought."
After the words left my mouth, Blaine shoved the sticky note into his pocket and shut his locker, reaching out to take my hand. I giggled, my usual response to his gentlemanly-ness these days, and took his hand. We walked down the hallways in style, and frankly, at that moment I didn't think anyone would ever be able to screw up our feelings or lives, for that matter.
I was dead wrong.
Before either of us could process it, Karofsky and Azimio slammed us against the nearby lockers and kept walking, high-fiving and jabbering about how awesome that was.
You see, this is where Blaine should've totally dumped his 'courage' advice out the window completely and where he should've just asked if I was okay and moved on. But no, that's not Blaine at all. He likes to confront bullies and take risks that aren't necessary at the time. He likes to make things more complicated.
Love causes a lot of crap when he's involved, I guess.
Jumping immediately away from me and the lockers, Blaine ran up to the two monsters, pushed them against the wall, and then shouted for them to, and I quote, "get your gay butts away from Kurt and my child unless you want me to totally go all Voldemort on you".
He's cute, okay?
Of course, as you could imagine, Karofsky and Azimio just started laughing in response to the, let's be frank, dismal threat to them.
"Blaine, it's okay," I tried to convince him as he furiously stood about a foot shorter than the two with all the anger he could sum up, "I'm fine. Let's just go."
He didn't listen, if you can believe that. Suddenly, he punched Karofsky square in the jaw, only to see that Karofsky was almost unharmed, the outline of a red mark appearing alone on his face. For a moment, Blaine looked utterly shocked. Then, he tried again, coming up empty once again. Karofsky snorted in his face.
"You hit stuffed animals harder, pretty boy? Or is this just how sad your muscles are?"
That hit Blaine hard, if you can believe this from the guy who tells me to never feel self conscious about myself. Much to contrary belief, Blaine's not that lazy when in comes to exercise. He takes pride in his looks and strives to keep his body in tip-top shape, both hygiene and strength wise. While I do my moisturizer routine at night, Blaine will usually lift some small hand weights or do a few simple exercises to pass the time. And, just from my experiences with seeing Blaine, let me just say that they pay off big time.
Karofsky just is too dumb to see it.
I watched in horror as Azimio freakin picked Blaine up off the ground and began to drag him towards the direction of the cafeteria without a word to Karofsky at all. I could hear Blaine yelling for him to put him down and for him to just let me go, but not a word left either monster's mouth. They just went on with their business and took us-yes, Karofsky picked me up, too-to the cafeteria, plopping us down when we were in the kitchen where food usually was made for lunch. I was careful, even as Karofsky carelessly dropped me down on the tile floor, to take into consideration the fact that, yes, I'm with child and, yes, I need to make sure that whatever they do to me doesn't hurt my baby. I remember how Blaine just stared at me as Azimio prepared whatever it was we were going to face in front of us. His eyes had something in them.....something I'd never seen before in them. It looked like he wanted to be in what I call his superman faze, otherwise known as he wanted to save me and my baby from all of this mess no matter the risk. That faze scares me sometimes, I must admit, but at that moment in time, all it did was make me feel more sad and more worried that something was going to go wrong.
"Pretty boys," Karofsky shouted in the small room to get our attention, "we've got a little surprise for you."
"We've seen how your little man make-out sessions have gotten lately, and since we can't exactly stop you..."
"We can help cool you down."
My jaw hit the floor then as I followed his gaze to the large freezer in the corner of the room and realized just what they meant.
They were literally going to freeze us.
In the freezer.
While I'm freakin' with child.
They sure are smart, huh?
I quickly turned my head to catch Blaine's facial reaction, and man, it scared the hell out of me. His normal tan skin was almost as white as mine and his eyes were super wide in fear-not shock, not surprise, just the one emotion I rarely saw Blaine have. Heck, the last time he had that was when he'd first gotten slushied by Karofsky and Azimio.
Okay, he was a bit fearful when he found out I was preggers, but that went away when he heared the heartbeat.
All our fears left when we heard that.
"You can't do this!" Blaine yelled helplessly. He knew it was in vain, but it's not like he wouldn't say it still.
"Hell yeah we can," Azimio said. "Besides, I heard you can't see fingerprints and crap on gay guy's bodies, so no one will know we did it."
What are they, two?
"Kurt has a child, though! At least......at least let him live!"
I gasped. "Blaine-"
"That kid never hurt anyone. It wouldn't be right."
Karofsky laughed, causing Blaine's face to fall. "Like we care! For all we know, it's a gay like you two! Now shut up so we can get you into here."
I didn't put up much of a struggle as Karofsky shoved me into the freezing cold of the freezer. Why, you ask? I knew it'd do nothing. Last time I showed force against him I ended up with a bad taste in my mouth and emotional scars all over me. It's not like now would be a good time to try.
Blaine sadly didn't follow my example.
Freaking out wasn't even a good enough word to explain his actions. I'd compare it to a kidnapped person being led to their death, but that kinda was what was going on, so.....bad example. He wriggled in Karofsky's grasp like never before, shouting things about how he'd be sorry for this and that they wouldn't get through with this until he found himself next to me sprawled out on the cold, hard floor, bruised both physically and emotionally. Azimio chuckled darkly as he took the handle of the door in his hands and looked right at my stomach coldly.
"Feel sorry for that baby, being damned to hell with you two."
I could tell this was my last chance to speak, so, like naturally, I spoke my mind about that. Let's just say my words had never been truer.
"I have a feeling God likes it better when people be themselves more than when people kill others. We'll see who goes where."
And then, gulping for air from their horridly disgusting laughter, the two boys shut the door tight. It was quiet enough in the room that you could hear them lock the door and leave the area. That scared me.
Suddenly, in the quiet room, I heard something odd fill the silence. It sounded like a choked back cry that was very familiar.
You kinda forget that you're locked in a freezer with one other person when your body is slowly turning into frozen meat.
I watched in dimmed shock as I saw Blaine crumble into a mess of tears in front of me, his curls getting all into his face and said face getting all scrunched up with sad anger. He jumped off the floor and then immediately began to hit the door with his hand, yelling 'help' over and over again. It was a sad sight to see, considering there really was no reason to bang on a door where you could hear outside noise but not inside noise from and he was just hurting his hand, but whatever works, I guess.
Sitting down on the floor Indian style, I looked at Blaine and sighed.
"It's not going to help, Blaine."
Blaine paused for a moment and then continued. Figures.
"No one can hear us. You're just hurting yourself."
He paused again, this time not continuing. Instead, he turned around and slid down the door to the ground as realization continued to hit him hard. I gulped.
"Check your phone, Kurt."
I didn't comment on how his voice cracked on my name or how he sounded shaken, but instead I followed what he said and pulled out my tiny yet convenient phone to see the bars.
"Dead. You?"
Blaine groaned and threw his cell across the freezer floor in frustration. "Not a freaken bar."
"You know, we haven't lost all hope. God can help-"
"I thought you didn't believe in him," Blaine murmured as even as he could in his condition, the cold causing his words to rush a bit. I spun to face him.
"When....when my Dad had his heart attack, I pushed away all my friends and all their prayers and everything that possibly could have given me closure at the time, Blaine. All it did was make me feel worse and him stay the same. The minute I began to have a little faith, my Dad woke and well.....he's alive and well. I'm not saying I believe in the guy, but......we could use a little help right now. It's cold, we're in a freezer, no one knows where we are, I'm with child, we have no cell phone signal........if this guy really is there, it's not like it could hurt to ask for something to help us. Or at least our child, Blaine."
Blaine stared at me for a moment and then crawled on over next to me and wrapped his arms around me. I returned the gesture, smiling as Blaine leaned into my shoulder. I always loved how he looked when he was like that.
"God," he said a little louder than usual. I looked at him for a second and then lowered my head so that my forehead rested on my knees which now were up against my stomach. I'd seen Quinn pray before and she always lowered her head, so I gave it a try. Might as well do it right if I was to do it at all.
"God...it's Blaine. Oh what am I saying, you probably don't know it's me. You've probably got tons of people talking to you right now." I bit my lip to be quiet. His cuteness is too hard to bear sometimes, even in the most serious of moments. "But...if you are listening....I have a request, I guess, if that's what you'd call it. Um....Kurt, my boyfriend and the most..important person to me on the planet and out unborn baby and I are in a...situation...and we could use some of your help, if you aren't busy. No one knows where we are or what happened to us or anything. If you can...we'd be okay if you can't, but...if you can.....could you do something to help? I....I really love my family. I do. Kurt's my everything. My baby is going to add on to my everything soon. I....not to be selfish, but I want that to happen. I want to be with him forever. I want to spend my whole life with him. Please," Blaine begged through tough tears, "I'll do anything you want, God, if you just save us....him....my baby....anything."
"I'll go to church with Quinn and Mercedes next time they go even though I don't believe you exist if you help," I added quietly to myself. I'm not completely sure Blaine even heard me say it. If anyone, for that matter.
"Thanks if you help. Um.....bye now, I guess."
For a Catholic raised guy, you think he'd know more about how to pray. Then again, he did get kicked out by his parents to live with his atheist aunt when he was only eight when they suspected he was gay, so......I don't know. I slowly raised my head up and turned to Blaine, seeing him just gazing into nowhere. I huddled deeper into my jacket and sighed shakily, causing him to turn and look at me in concern.
"You getting cold?"
"No, I'm warm as an oven."
Blaine glared. "This is serious, Kurt. You need to be warm for the baby to be okay. Plus, if help does come....I don't want to be the one with all the jackets while my boyfriend and child are frozen next to me. So, are you getting cold?"
"I'm fine, now," I replied seriously, taking in his words with actual thought this time. "I'll say if I'm cold."
"You better."
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"Okay class," Will Schuester said to his class as they took their seats, "today I have some very good news! We're going to be doing music from, wait for it.......Moulin Rouge!"
As Will gazed across his students, the ones he expected to be happy were ecstatic. Rachel was already warming up her voice, Mercedes was conversing with Tina on what song would sound the best with her singing it, Kurt was-
Kurt. Where the hell was he?
"Hey, uh, guys," he said with a hint of worry, causing the group to silence a bit, "anyone seen Kurt? Or Blaine?"
The silence that followed his words were frightening, knowing their past with bullies.
And the fact that Kurt had a little life inside him now, too.
He needed to talk to Emma. And fast.
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"Blaine, are you okay?"
It had been only fifteen minutes in the cold freezer, but already, it seemed like Blaine was getting pretty cold. His teeth were chattering already and his uncovered palms were looking whiter as time passed. It looked like he was going to go down before him at this pace, and that scared me at the moment more than anything. The last thing I needed was to have to sit and wait for death to take me and my child as Blaine sat dead next to me.
"Y-yeah," he replied, his breath showing up vividly in the frozen room, "I'm f-fine. Y-you?"
I normally would have hit him across the face, but death being so close, I decided to ease up on Blaine. "I'm fine. Now let me give you a jacket. I'm very warm, and so is the baby since you put your jacket on my stomach. Really, Blaine, let me."
"I r-rather d-die than have our b-baby d-die."
Instantly, I could feel my heart sink at the fact he was willing to die to keep me safe. It was so touching.
At the same time, though, it was as stupid as you could get.
"Blaine, I'm giving you my top jacket and I want you to wear it. I promise that if I need it I'll take it back. Just please," I begged, holding the jacket out for him, "take the jacket."
Blaine hesitated but soon took the jacket and slid it on. Already, he looked better, but still, it wasn't enough to keep him completely warm forever. I ran my hand through my freezing hair nervously.
"I heard somewhere that penguins usually huddle close to stay warm in the cold winters they have at the south pole. Maybe......maybe we could huddle close and-"
Immediately, Blaine was attached at the hip to me, his slightly smaller body fitting perfectly next to mine like a puzzle piece joining another. Together, as we sat in the freezer in silence, I began to feel a bit more doubtful. What if no one knew we were in trouble? What if Karofsky and Azimio lied and said we'd been taken?
What if no one cared?
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"Emma, Kurt and Blaine are missing."
Emma's bright wide eyes looked up at Will in a bit of calm shock like she always seemed to pull off, being a guidance counselor. She fumbled with a few papers before responding.
"Oh Will, we don't know what they could be doing. Who knows, maybe Kurt's getting sick from the baby and Blaine's helping him calm down or maybe they are getting, er, physical somewhere. Pregnant people have needs and well, you never know with teen boys, with the, er, hormones and stuff."
Will sighed deeply and looked Emma square in the eye. "Kurt stopped getting sick a month or two ago and he and Blaine are the most punctual kids in the school, Emma. I'm concerned."
"Well, what do you think is wrong?"
"I think David Karofsky and that kid, um...Azimio, if I'm correct, did something. They've never liked them and Karofsky's threatened Kurt's life before-"
"You never told me that," Emma said quietly, biting her lip. Will nodded.
"I know. I promised I wouldn't spread that outside the conversation we had about it with Kurt's father and stuff, but I had to tell you, Emma."
Emma sighed and stood up from her desk, dropping the papers to the desk with a small thud as she walked towards the door. "This changes everything, Will. Follow me. We need the Glee kids to help us here."
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"Blaine?"
"..............."
"Blaine, s-speak baby," I whispered as Blaine laid frozen against me. I shook him gently, waking him from his daze a bit.
"K-Kurt..."
"Blaine, s-stay with me, ok-kay?"
Blaine silently nodded. "Kurt?"
"What babe?"
"K-kiss me."
My body tensed. Was this going to be our last kiss? Was this out last moment? The last time I was going to see those gorgeous brown eyes?
Was this the last time I'd be loved?
Slowly, I leaned in and pressed my frozen lips to his ice-chapped lips with all the final strength I could muster. It had been about an hour and a half since we got locked in, and I could just tell we didn't have much time, so this kiss meant everything. I could feel my eyes try to cry, but the cold was too powerful. I tried to make sure that if this was Blaine's last kiss with me, it'd be his best. As he pulled away for a breath, I knew the mission was accomplished. It was amazing for him.
"I just w-want you t-to know t-that I....I l-love you, K-Kurt. Y-you and the b-baby."
My heart jumped into my throat. I swore this was the end. I truly did.
"I love y-you, Blaine. I love you s-so much, and s-so does the b-baby. I love you," I sobbed dryly, "I love you, Blaine."
That's when I felt him go limp against my shoulder and saw his curls fall into his face carelessly.
It couldn't be over.
It couldn't.
It just couldn't end like that.
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"....Finn, I'm pretty sure there's no way they would be in the cafeteria," Rachel rambled on as the two made their way into the large place. They and the rest of the Glee club had been sent on a mission by Mr. Schue to go and search the school for Kurt and Blaine after finding they were nowhere to be seen. Finn stared ahead as they walked through the room towards the kitchen in silence.
He didn't need to answer to Rachel after she knew he'd do anything to find his brother and his brother's boyfriend, anyway.
Finn didn't know what it was that drew him there, but something inside his body made Finn want to go inside the kitchen and check everything inside there. He just had this feeling that he would at least find a clue there.
As the two walked inside the smaller kitchen, it became apparent that there was only two places they really could check: the pantry and the freezer.
"You check the pantry, Rachel, and I'll get the freezer since it's tough to open," Finn commanded as he began to survey the heavy metal bar that closed off the huge door to the inside. Using all his strength, he quickly took a strong grip of the bar and yanked it off the door with a loud grunt. It was harder than he suspected.
Hopefully, it would be worth it.
He gripped the handle with his right hand and pulled the heavy door open, shivering at the cloud of cold air that escaped the large place, and then took a look inside.
Nothing could've prepared him for what he found.
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".....Kurt? Blaine?"
My mind scrambled as it slowly woke me up to tell me who was calling my name. My eye lashes slowly fluttered open as my vision unscrambled and came to me. Seconds before, I was almost dead. I could feel my life just slipping. I could.
But then I woke to that voice...
"F...Finn?"
Suddenly, the blurry figure in front of me unscrambled and I did see it was Finn. He gasped and quickly took off his jacket to wrap around me, his face looking over-joyous.
"B...Blaine...he..."
"Rachel!" Finn yelled towards the door before ducking his hand under Blaine's sleeve to check for a pulse. I was just waiting for his face to fall. For this to be all over. For it to go like Blaine had said it would.
"Oh thank God, he's alive! Rachel, get Mr. Schue, now!"
I looked next to me, feeling my neck crack from stiffness, and watched closely as he took very shallow breaths every few seconds. My heart felt like a racehorse on crack from the happiness I felt then.
"Okay, we need to get you two out of here. Kurt?"
My eyes fluttered over to his direction in utter tiredness. "Yes?"
"Can you walk?"
I just looked at him blankly. He was serious, right?
"Okay, I guess not."
You guessed right.
"Well, let me go take Blaine out first. Stay right there."
Finn slowly reached under Blaine and scooped him up into his arms, walking out of the freezer as fast as possible. I didn't see where he put him or if anyone was out there, but I sure was happy.
Soon, after about two minutes from my drunken counting because of my frozen brain, Finn came back in and scooped me up, too, taking me out into the nice overwhelming warmth of the kitchen.
"Get...get Blaine's phone...it's...it's in there."
Finn nodded as he brought me out of the kitchen and into the cafeteria in his big, broad arms. You know, a little while ago I would've paid money for him to carry me like this.
Now, I probably owe him for carrying me like that.
He set me down on when seemed like a cloud bed. It was really tons of warmed up pillows that I had and still have no clue how they warmed and was filled with lots of warm blankets. Then, once I was down, a few more warm blankets were piled on me to make the top half of my body warm. I sighed contently as I could feel my body grow warmer already. I looked up at Finn as he instructed the others to do things for me and Blaine and felt my heart warm up, too. He was being awesome. An awesome uncle, too.
"Finn," I called out, a little more of my normal voice coming back. The corner of Finn's mouth turned up as he knelt down to be about my height.
"Yes?"
"Is Blaine okay?"
Finn shrugged. "Mr. Schue and Rachel are taking care of him, so.....I think he'll be okay."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," Finn said with a smile. Suddenly, the sound of sirens filled the room. The paramedics came, apparently. I watched as part of them rushed to somewhere out of my vision and how some came to my aid. Rachel or whoever called must have told about the baby, because almost immediately, they were asking me questions and feeling my stomach and putting me on a stretcher and....and...
....it seemed like too much.
But hey, we were safe.
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I woke up in a small bed in new clothing, oddly, with only a few blankets on me and no more wires attached to me. It confused me for a moment until I saw a doctor walk up to my bed with a kind smile.
"Hi Kurt, I'm Dr. Wright. How are you feeling?"
"Warm," I replied quietly, shifting around under the small mound of covers, "wrapped up."
Dr. Wright laughed to himself. "I understand completely. Now, I'd like to talk about your baby."
"It's okay, right?" Dr. Wright nodded and flipped through a few papers before pulling out one for him to look at.
"Your baby is fine as far as we know. You did a very good job at keeping that part of your body warm," he said with a bright smile. "I'm actually kinda' happy to say that other than suffering a little hypothermia, you pulled through very good. You can get up and leave whenever. Your family and everyone accept your brother left."
"How's Blaine," I asked curiously, "and is he okay?"
Dr Wright pulled out another paper. "I knew you'd ask. He did suffer a little more severe of a case of hypothermia than you, but he pulled through, too. He can also leave whenever, but he needs to be monitored."
I smiled "Thank you, Dr. Wright."
"You're welcome."
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"Hey boyfriend."
Blaine jumped slightly as I handed him a medium drip from the hospital food court and sat down in the booth across from him. He smiled his normal goofy smile and took the coffee thankfully. I took a gulp of my water jealously and nudged his foot under the table in response. Blaine nudged me back.
"Thank you."
I blinked, take back a bit. "Thank you?"
"You kept me going when I wanted to just die, Kurt. I wanted to just die in there, but I kept thinking about you and how many good times we've had and how many we still need to have at McKinley and......i just couldn't."
I reached out and tucked a stray curl from Blaine's hair behind his ear in a tender caress. I couldn't believe that the one thing that I had hung on to all that time ago to keep my hopes up about McKinley had had to hang on to me this time to keep going. It made me feel all giddy inside for some reason.
It felt like we were a family depending on each other.
"I guess I kinda' owe Mercedes and Quinn and God a trip to Church for that."
Blaine snorted. "You sound like it's so bad."
"You haven't gone on a road trip with Quinn before," I said with another gulp of my water. "She drives so slow I rather run to our destination, and you know how much I hate running."
"That does sound bad."
"This baby is lucky it has a father like you," I whispered quietly as I rested my hand on my stomach. "So loving, so caring, so witty, so funny, so......supportive. It's lucky as hell, Blaine."
"Likewise, Kurt. You will make a great father, too."
"You think Karofsky and Azimio will be back at McKinley?"
Blaine smirked and fiddled with his coffee cup's top. "I kind of told Finn it was them and he told Mr. Schue so.....I don't think so."
"I'm glad."
"Me too."
"I love you, Blaine Anderson."
"Love you too, Kurt E. Hummel."
"Shut up or I will throw my water at you and blame it on hormones if anyone asks."
"Sorry, sorry."
I never realized how much a man could go through to save his child.
Until now.
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Epilogue:
"Kurt," Blaine whispers as the couple is laying down in Kurt's hospital bed gazing at the pink bundle in Kurt's arms, "what should we name her?"
"You're going to laugh when I say this, Blaine, but I know the perfect name for her."
"If you name her Karofsky..."
Kurt hits Blaine's arm and laughs hysterically. "No, no, no! It's a girl name."
"But-"
"Blaine, be serious for once and let me tell you her name!"
Blaine nods and holds out his finger for their little girl to play with with her small, stubby fingers. Kurt looks at her and smiles, his eyes twinkling.
"Alice."
"Why would I laugh?"
Kurt blushes and hides his head in Blaine's nearby shoulder as if it would make the blush any less noticable. Then, he says it.
"The last three letters spell 'ice'....we were in ice..."
Blaine stares unreadable for a minute and then suddenly bursts out laughing as loud as he possibly can. He then kisses Kurt's lips and looks down at his little girl with the biggest grin he can possibly create.
"Alice Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson. A beautiful name."
Right then and there, Blaine's world and Kurt's world is perfect, and all Blaine can think at that time is this:
Thank God he had Kurt.
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The end!