FIC: Unsafe
Title: Unsafe
Pair: Klaine!
Includes: mpreg
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: Kurt and Blaine take a break from their trek back to Columbus, and Kurt finds out they should have been more careful.
The road so far...
The Conception of Hope -> Human Kindness -> No Home Left to Run From -> Chasing Ghosts -> Water Break
Blaine watched the door while he changed the bandages on his leg. They’d been limping along, and not just metaphorically, for almost two weeks since they’d left the farmhouse where Blaine had injured his leg and they’d been thrown out on their ear for being gay and, therefore, possibly diseased. They’d had hopes that the ‘plague’ as they’d called it hadn’t spread this far south, but once they started poking their heads into gas stations and houses farther along the road, it turned out that Gabe and Janey were just cut off from the world.
Or what was left of it.
Blaine’s ears perked as he heard Kurt throwing up again. He was supposed to be resting, but there was no rest to be had for Kurt, it seemed. It was probably better to leave him be. There were times when Kurt wanted to be comforted, but lately, he’d rather be left alone when he was getting sick.
When Blaine had gotten his bandages tied up again and hobbled into the bedroom, Kurt was lying on the bed again with his arm draped over his forehead and a tiny dab of toothpaste froth on the corner of his mouth.
He really wished he could get Kurt to a doctor. He’d been sick for... three weeks. Four? Four weeks now. The length of his illness meant that it couldn’t be the plague because it just didn’t incubate that long, but it also suggested that it might still be fatal.
Blaine set his pick-axe down by the bed and put the gun on the nightstand. Kurt rolled over and pulled Blaine close to him. They’d covered all the windows and turned out all the lights in this house where they were squatting for the night. There were only a few candles flickering dimly, and it was critical that they remained quiet.
That didn’t stop Kurt from kissing Blaine’s neck hungrily, grabbing his ass, and rubbing against him like he needed the contact to live. They hadn’t been together like this since... well for over a month, now. Blaine had been worried that, aside from the lack of opportunity to do anything, that Kurt really hadn’t been ready to be intimate and regretted having sex so soon.
That night, Kurt climbed on top of Blaine, chasing away his fears as he road him. Luckily, the former inhabitants of this house seemed to appreciate the need for lube, if the wide variety in the nightstand drawer were any indication.
***
They had stayed in their little love nest for a little too long. Kurt had suggested they keep the place they knew was safe while Blaine’s leg healed. That left them there, playing house and avoiding being seen by the walkers for another two weeks. They were starting to run out of food and would have to move on soon.
Not to mention, which they did not even bother to say aloud, the fact that they’d been detoured for so long that the people they were looking for in Columbus may have moved on already.
Still, even though he felt so exhausted most days that he could just stay in bed and sleep, and they had to stay ridiculously quiet at night, Kurt had enjoyed the chance to just stop for a little while. To truly be intimate with Blaine. Not in the frantic way they had in that cooler, afraid they would die any moment, but instead able to linger, to enjoy each other’s bodies. To feel alive.
Kurt glared down at his own body as he struggled to button up Blaine’s jeans. Yes, they’d stayed here a little too long, gotten too comfortable, if he was able to gain weight, even with the most annoyingly tenacious stomach virus ever to exist. Blaine could move a bit better now on his wounded leg, and when the sun rose, they would take the neighbor’s car Kurt had been fixing during the daytime and head back up to Columbus.
He did another sweep of the house, his crossbow at the ready, before he headed into the bathroom again. He leaned over the sink and rubbed his hand over his abdomen. The cramps had gone the week before, but they had returned with determination. Kurt didn’t know what to think of his symptoms. He leaned back against the sink, unbuttoned his jeans and felt over his stomach. It was still hard. Not soft, like it should be if he was getting fat. With two fingers, he pressed down, feeling around his lower abdomen where kept having those light pains.
Maybe he had cancer. That possibility almost seemed mundane in comparison to what the rest of the world had.
Opening the medicine cabinet, Kurt scanned over the contents for what they might take with them. They were definitely taking the lube. Salad dressing burned, and olive oil was too damn hard to wash off. His eyes fixed on a little pink box on the bottom shelf, and his breath left him.
First Response.
Kurt heart quickened as he remembered something his father had mentioned when he was a little, little boy. No, not his father... both of his parents had sat him down and told him...
Honey, we wanted to talk to you about something.
What do you know about where babies come from?
Our special little boy. Not every little boy is like you.
He swallowed, hard, and touched his fingertips to his lips. He hadn’t looked very closely at the pamphlets his dad had given him but the cover of one wasn’t about sex exactly. Kurt had wondered why his father would give him information about that since it was unlikely to be a worry for Kurt... But...
When people say gay guys aren’t ‘born that way,’ Kurt, sometimes I just look at you and wonder what the hell they’re thinkin’. Some folks are just minted different, y’know?
He took the pregnancy test out of the cabinet. Tears stung his eyes at the impossibility of what he was considering, but... They’d never used protection. Not had the ability to get any when they’d first had sex and not really thought about it after that...
He didn’t close the door because no matter what, he needed to listen for walkers. There were always more of them around at night, but they rarely if ever noticed the house. Their smell inside wasn’t strong enough, and they were too quiet. In everything else, they had been very careful, meticulously safe.
Ten minutes later, the box was in the trash and Kurt was staring at the stick gripped tightly in his fingers. His other hand covered his mouth as his eyes opened and closed in disbelief, like what they saw might change with just one more blink.
Next part: Only Us
Pair: Klaine!
Includes: mpreg
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: Kurt and Blaine take a break from their trek back to Columbus, and Kurt finds out they should have been more careful.
The road so far...
The Conception of Hope -> Human Kindness -> No Home Left to Run From -> Chasing Ghosts -> Water Break
Blaine watched the door while he changed the bandages on his leg. They’d been limping along, and not just metaphorically, for almost two weeks since they’d left the farmhouse where Blaine had injured his leg and they’d been thrown out on their ear for being gay and, therefore, possibly diseased. They’d had hopes that the ‘plague’ as they’d called it hadn’t spread this far south, but once they started poking their heads into gas stations and houses farther along the road, it turned out that Gabe and Janey were just cut off from the world.
Or what was left of it.
Blaine’s ears perked as he heard Kurt throwing up again. He was supposed to be resting, but there was no rest to be had for Kurt, it seemed. It was probably better to leave him be. There were times when Kurt wanted to be comforted, but lately, he’d rather be left alone when he was getting sick.
When Blaine had gotten his bandages tied up again and hobbled into the bedroom, Kurt was lying on the bed again with his arm draped over his forehead and a tiny dab of toothpaste froth on the corner of his mouth.
He really wished he could get Kurt to a doctor. He’d been sick for... three weeks. Four? Four weeks now. The length of his illness meant that it couldn’t be the plague because it just didn’t incubate that long, but it also suggested that it might still be fatal.
Blaine set his pick-axe down by the bed and put the gun on the nightstand. Kurt rolled over and pulled Blaine close to him. They’d covered all the windows and turned out all the lights in this house where they were squatting for the night. There were only a few candles flickering dimly, and it was critical that they remained quiet.
That didn’t stop Kurt from kissing Blaine’s neck hungrily, grabbing his ass, and rubbing against him like he needed the contact to live. They hadn’t been together like this since... well for over a month, now. Blaine had been worried that, aside from the lack of opportunity to do anything, that Kurt really hadn’t been ready to be intimate and regretted having sex so soon.
That night, Kurt climbed on top of Blaine, chasing away his fears as he road him. Luckily, the former inhabitants of this house seemed to appreciate the need for lube, if the wide variety in the nightstand drawer were any indication.
***
They had stayed in their little love nest for a little too long. Kurt had suggested they keep the place they knew was safe while Blaine’s leg healed. That left them there, playing house and avoiding being seen by the walkers for another two weeks. They were starting to run out of food and would have to move on soon.
Not to mention, which they did not even bother to say aloud, the fact that they’d been detoured for so long that the people they were looking for in Columbus may have moved on already.
Still, even though he felt so exhausted most days that he could just stay in bed and sleep, and they had to stay ridiculously quiet at night, Kurt had enjoyed the chance to just stop for a little while. To truly be intimate with Blaine. Not in the frantic way they had in that cooler, afraid they would die any moment, but instead able to linger, to enjoy each other’s bodies. To feel alive.
Kurt glared down at his own body as he struggled to button up Blaine’s jeans. Yes, they’d stayed here a little too long, gotten too comfortable, if he was able to gain weight, even with the most annoyingly tenacious stomach virus ever to exist. Blaine could move a bit better now on his wounded leg, and when the sun rose, they would take the neighbor’s car Kurt had been fixing during the daytime and head back up to Columbus.
He did another sweep of the house, his crossbow at the ready, before he headed into the bathroom again. He leaned over the sink and rubbed his hand over his abdomen. The cramps had gone the week before, but they had returned with determination. Kurt didn’t know what to think of his symptoms. He leaned back against the sink, unbuttoned his jeans and felt over his stomach. It was still hard. Not soft, like it should be if he was getting fat. With two fingers, he pressed down, feeling around his lower abdomen where kept having those light pains.
Maybe he had cancer. That possibility almost seemed mundane in comparison to what the rest of the world had.
Opening the medicine cabinet, Kurt scanned over the contents for what they might take with them. They were definitely taking the lube. Salad dressing burned, and olive oil was too damn hard to wash off. His eyes fixed on a little pink box on the bottom shelf, and his breath left him.
First Response.
Kurt heart quickened as he remembered something his father had mentioned when he was a little, little boy. No, not his father... both of his parents had sat him down and told him...
Honey, we wanted to talk to you about something.
What do you know about where babies come from?
Our special little boy. Not every little boy is like you.
He swallowed, hard, and touched his fingertips to his lips. He hadn’t looked very closely at the pamphlets his dad had given him but the cover of one wasn’t about sex exactly. Kurt had wondered why his father would give him information about that since it was unlikely to be a worry for Kurt... But...
When people say gay guys aren’t ‘born that way,’ Kurt, sometimes I just look at you and wonder what the hell they’re thinkin’. Some folks are just minted different, y’know?
He took the pregnancy test out of the cabinet. Tears stung his eyes at the impossibility of what he was considering, but... They’d never used protection. Not had the ability to get any when they’d first had sex and not really thought about it after that...
He didn’t close the door because no matter what, he needed to listen for walkers. There were always more of them around at night, but they rarely if ever noticed the house. Their smell inside wasn’t strong enough, and they were too quiet. In everything else, they had been very careful, meticulously safe.
Ten minutes later, the box was in the trash and Kurt was staring at the stick gripped tightly in his fingers. His other hand covered his mouth as his eyes opened and closed in disbelief, like what they saw might change with just one more blink.
Next part: Only Us