I need helping finding a fic I read awhile ago. It was a collection of one shots that followed a story. Kurt and Blaine he several children and it had mpreg kurt in it. It's not "Not as it seems" but a different one. But they did have a lot of kids. I know it's not much but any help or suggestions would be so appreciated xoxo :)
Hi - so there is our tag -Mpreg
There is this one:
May I? by VikingrFreya
‘May I hold you as you fall to sleep? May I be your shield?”
When Kurt Hummel finds himself in a predicament, the last thing he expected was the support of his boyfriend, Blaine Anderson. Join them on their adventure of love, family, pain and comfort.
This has an incomplete Part 2
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Also on AO3, there are 111 one shots in same series, the first one being:
I'll Give the World to you by Liza-Weirdo
Kurt and Blaine deal with their daughters' being bullied.
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If it's not those, please can anyone recommend other Mpreg Kurt fics, with a large family! Thanks ~Jen
Anyone know of a Glee Kurt mpreg fiction where he didn't know he was pregnant till he went into labor during dinner when Burt & Blaine were visiting him in NYC.
For the anon looking for a fic where Kurt or Blaine is hurting or suffering and the ohther one can only watch, I recommend The Anderson Rose by missbeizy. It has both scenarios, all in one fic!
Thanks for the suggestion. - HKVoyage
The Anderson Rose by missbeizy
In the mountains of what was once the Northeastern United States of America, the descendants of a band of refugees who had escaped New York City at the end of a great World War are beginning to thrive after almost a thousand years of struggle. Relying on a combination of bits and pieces of advanced technology salvaged from the remains of great cities, as well as the still-pristine forest that they now call home, the people of Westerville are determined to rebuild a world in which peace, love, and cooperation mean more than victory, greed, and wealth. MPREG!Kurt
I know you guys don't read mpreg so I was wondering if any of the readers know of any fics with mpreg Kurt and an older Blaine, but Kurt is not in high school. Hope you can help me!:)
Lynne doesn’t read mpreg fics, but I occasionally do. Here is one that I found for you. - HKVoyage
All That He Wants by misskaterinab
Written for a prompt on the GKM. Blaine's 30 and his biological clock is ticking. He and his boyfriend contact a surrogate (Kurt) to have a baby. As the pregnancy progresses, Blaine and his partner drift apart while Klaine grows closer together. Blaine would've never guessed the twists and turns his life would take. AU, age difference, MPREG (boypussy), surrogacy.
Prompt: I was wondering if you could write me an mpreg!kurt oneshot that takes place in s6 (but it's in nyc still and there's no klaine breakup). Kurt is pregnant with twins and he and Blaine are planning for their wedding, which is in November--two months after Kurt is supposed to have the babies. He goes into labor while they're out shopping for baby clothes.
“I’m a whale.” Kurt groaned, pouting into the full length mirror,hand smoothing over his bump. The store lights weren’t helping, downlight highlighting the dark circles under his eyes. Baby had been keeping him up.
Blaine wrapped his arms around his middle from behind and smiled dreamily at him through the glass. “You’re a very sexy pumpkin.”
Kurt swatted him. “You’re mean.”
Blaine laughed and pulled him round to face him. “I mean it. You look beautiful and besides you drop weight like nothing you’ll be toned again by the time you walk down the aisle. Now let’s focus on shopping. How many bowties am I allowed?”
He beamed and Kurt’s serious face split into smile. “Hmm you cant repeat a colour just because it’s a different shade .”
Blaine made a whiny noise like a kicked puppy but nodded.
“Ow!” Kurt hissed as he reached for shorts and braces combo. He doubled over, hair falling into his eyes and took a deep breath. Blaine swooped in and caressed his lower back, sweeping the hair from his eyes into his quiff.
“Hey!” his voice was soft. “What is it? Are you good?”
“Y-yeah I think…maybe they’re just stretching?”
Blaine looked wary but nodded. “Yeah…maybe, do you need a seat? I can call the shop assistant over?”
Kurt shook his head. “Oh... no I’ll be fine…”
They shopped for five minutes…Kurt struggling a little. Then he hissed again, dropping a poofy little dress.
Blaine put down the little shoes he was cooing at.
“How long have they been happening?” he asked calmly, voice low. He cupped Kurt’s cheek.
“A-all morning…”
Blaine paused and then he swept the man off his feet making Kurt yelp. They abandoned their shopping basket as Blaine carried him outside bridal style.
“Blaine! Stop! I’m too heavy!”
“We’re taking you to the delivery room. They’ve been getting more frequent yeah?”
“Y-yes but…”
“No buts, Im not chancing anything. Taxi! TAXI!”
The yellow cab screeched to a halt when Blaine screamed at it. And he carried his fiancé into the back.
“Blaine you’re being-“ he cut off and went white he looked down between his legs where his waters were breaking.
“I’m being what?” he quirked his brow and he finished his instructions to driver. Then he caught the pool on the floor
“Blaine…Shit I’m early… they’re too early.”
The driver took off through the city as Blaine held his head to his shoulder. “Shh. They’ll be okay…you’re fine I’ll just message Rachel and we’ll get you to the delivery suite and everything will be fine…”
Kurt only half believed him, pessimist as he was but he nodded. Blaine was a sponge for positivity. When he was in his life, no matter what happened to him, he would always be okay..when Blaine was gone he’d take all the sunshine with him and Kurt grew colder and colder and withered.
He’d be okay with Blaine at his side. He’d be okay. He took deep breaths and inhaled Blaine’s scent. He remembered the day after he left for New York on his own. All his clothes still smelling of Blaine, he wore Blaine’s t-shirt every night and he only slept imagining him wrapped around him. Sometimes they’d plug in their laptops and keep on skype till the morning. He’d watch Blaine sleep listen to his even breaths and be soothed into slumber.
But it was nothing compared to his warmth, his touch.
And the babies loved it too. Blaine’s fingers over the steep curve of his stomach, made their little legs go wild inside him.
Now relaxed and breathing deep against him, Kurt whispered against his neck. “They cant wait to meet their Daddy…”
Blaine looked down at him touched as the city lights moved over his cheek.
“I hope so...” he teared up a little and looked out into the city scape trying to breathe. “I hope I’m a good daddy for them…”
Kurt turned his face back and kissed him. “You’ll be perfect.”
Blaine’s phone buzzed. He looked down and laughed. “Rachel’s panicking more than we are.”
“Ugh…keep her away from me, she’ll be monologing non stop.”
Blaine laughed and pulled him into his neck again as another contraction came.
“I’ll keep you safe sweetheart.”
send me “come back to bed” for my muses reaction to yours asking them to
Kurt couldn’t sleep. His mind wouldn’t shut up and no matter how exhausted he felt, he couldn’t find a position that worked without feeling tension somewhere in his body that drew paranoia of a muscle being pulled or his back going out. It wasn’t easy, caring for a life that you yourself were harboring inside your body. And the bigger he got, the more uncomfortable and difficult sleep became. So it shouldn’t have been a surprise that within hours of tossing and turning, he gave up and was wandering from his bedroom and into the kitchen to get something to snack on.
It wasn’t a common night without Burt in the house. But seeing as there was an emergency with one of their neighbors cars and something about a broken tail bone, Burt had volunteered himself for the night to take care of the guy leaving Kurt and the just-about adopted Carson alone in the house. It was 3 in the morning, and all was quiet with the exception of Kurt’s snacking on a container of pretzels.
The soft padding of feet on carpet on the stair perked Kurt up slightly, his paranoia immediately going to a possible burglary, but the sight of the other male standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the hall calmed Kurt’s spirits down.
“What the hell are you doing up?” Carson’s voice is rough from just waking up himself and Kurt has to fight a smile at the sound of it, “come back to bed.”
“We got hungry,” Kurt replies curtly, taking another pretzel out and stuffing it into his mouth to further the point, only to reach for another one. A hand was soon on his globe of a stomach, and a mouth was against his neck causing Kurt to lean into the touch.
“It can wait until a decent time,” Carson grumbles against Kurt’s neck, although his fingers slipping under the night shirt to touch skin, sending goosebumps cascading across Kurt’s arms, told him Carson had really been concerned and probably hadn’t been sleeping all that well himself. “Please, let’s go back to bed. If I don’t get my hours in, I get cranky.”
“You’re always cranky.”
“Crankier then.”
Kurt smirks, stuffing another pretzel into his mouth, but the point is across and he’s closing the container and setting it on the counter. He needs help to stand from the stool, but Carson keeps him steady until they’re out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Its only when they’re back in Kurt’s bed, having been sharing for the night under the pretense of Carson wanting to be the first alerted when Kurt went into labor, that Kurt allows his walls to remain down for the sake of Carson’s protective hand on his stomach. Even if they weren’t keeping the kid, it was the little moments he was soaking in that was proving his plan to fall in love with the idiot had failed and he was completely fucked.
@jennytomlinson99 prompted: Mpreg!Kurt going into labour in Glee club and MedStudent!Blaine delivering their baby. Also Mercedes and Quinn emotional support. But I threw in a bit Sam for good measure.
Imagine: Kurt realises his mistake before Dave gets to Blaine, they get back together after a lot of work. Then here they are. Set in Season 6. MPreg, BP!Kurt. I tried but nuuuuh!
“I’m sorry…”
Blaine blinked slowly up away from his tummy. “ Sorry? What for?”
Kurt’s brow furrowed, eyes pained. “You’re so young Blaine y-you....”
“I’m barley couple of months younger than you. It’s not as if we’re sixteen, Kurt… we can do this…” he breathed his eyes wild with a growing happiness and sun glared into the windows of the loft jealous of his light.
“You’re…happy?”
“Of course!” he giggled bounding across the room from the sofa and gathering him up into a tight hug. Kurt laughed, relieved tears lay unshed in his eyes.
He pulled back to look at Blaine. To make sure the reaction was real and true and he found happiness. Unbridled.
“We’re going to be fathers Kurt…” he gasped.
Kurt laughed and pulled him back into his arms.
(8 months later)
“Oh hell no… we are not doing yet /another/ medley of some washed up, old, crusty chick who hasn’t had a hit since ’66. I aint happening. I mean it’s like you /want/ lose.”
Rachel stood with her hands on her hips. “Yeah well I’m gonna sit there and watch my students in booty shorts on a pole either Santana.”
“Obviously not. We all know tubbers over there would probably not want that thickness on show. God knows why he’s moobs kinda turn me on…”
Roderick blinked, surprised to be called on.
“Santana…you can’t call the students tubbers…” Kurt whined coming wincing as his whole body seemed to tighten. He sucked in a breath and Blaine grasped his hand. “Are you okay?”
He nodded.
He wasn’t.
Quinn piped up in a droll tone. “I agree with Rachel…I mean classic rock, musicals…its what the New Direction’s are all about right Why stray from something that has won us countless competitions.”
Rachel smirked at Santana.
“Yeah but it would be nice to have somethin’ fresh up in here. I mean like it or not this aint the old days…these are a different set of people, different skills. You always gotta look to the future” Mercedes chimed in.
“Thank you.” Santana smirked at Rachel.
“Yeah well I’m sorry, but it doesn’t matter anyway the final decision lies with /me/ and Kurt are in charge here. And we have the final say and Kurt agrees with /me/. Don’t you Kurt?... Kurt?”
When they turned to him Kurt was white. Like a ghost. Barley even there with them.
“Kurt?” Blaine murmured, stroking his hair back. “Hey, what is it?”
He turned to him eyes wide.
“My water broke.” There was a beat of silence and everyone looked at the pool by Kurt’s feet. “Either that or that litre of water came back with a vengeance.”
Chaos broke out. Yells, screamed and people running around. Madison even jumped up into Maison’s arms. Blaine luckily was the only one who to keep calm. Panic surged through Kurt too at the reaction.
“Are you sure baby…it’s a month back from the due date?”
“OF COURSE I’M FUCKING SU-“ he cut off doubling over as a strong contraction ripping through him as he doubled over.
Blaine’s hand was on his back. “Its okay baby…”
“HOW IS THIS OKAY!?”
Suddenly there was another hand on his back. Slighter, smaller.
“Take it from me, screaming will not help. We need to get you to a doctor.” Quinn told him calmly.
“N-no no!” Kurt whined clutching Blaine’s hand tighter, Blaine's brow furrowed in concern. “I wanted it at home! I want my baby at home.”
“Kurt baby…she’s early…we shouldn’t…”
“You can deliver her…please...Blaine you’re about to graduate…you-you learned this. I don’t want the hospital! Please don’t make me go!” Tears filled his eyes and Blaine was lost, those tears and his incoming child tipping the scales of logic back and forward rapidly. Then Mercedes was there. “Blaine baby. Focus…”
She snapped and he came back. “You said you graduate in May right? With honours. So, this is just one of the many things you’ll have to do from now on huh?”
“But she’s mine…” he murmured eyes wide and lost. “He’s mine…” He looked back at Kurt who was panting in time with Quinn’s directions.
“Blaine…” he gasped hand going up to caress his cheek. “If you can do this…you can do anything…I t-trust you. Please.”
Blaine gazed at him for and beat. Then something locked in his eyes and they were calm, business like. He turned to Sam who was standing by white faced. “Help me with him.”
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After a mad dash to the car and Sam shooting way to quickly down the high way (“SAM SLOW DOWN I’D LIKE TO GET THERE WITH MY FIANCE AND MY DAUGHTER IN TACT!”), Blaine had Kurt situated at home on the bed propped up by pillows.
“Mercedes? Get me as many towels as you can. Sam if he needs to break your hand, you damn well let him. Quinn remind him to breath.”
Mercedes sped away and Blaine leaned up and took Kurt’s face in his hand, he was still all pinched with pain and fear and he kissed him soft and soothing. “Listen baby…there's no way I’ll let anything happen to you. Or to her…I’ve got you. I love you… just breathe…you’re doing so well…”
Kurt’s smiled weakly and put a shaky hand on top of his. “I love you…I-Blaine will she be okay.”
He beamed back at Kurt and kissed him again. “I love you too. Our girl will be beautiful and strong just like you, I know it.” He promised.
A sweat sheening Kurt, Blaine grabbed one of the towels from Mercedes as she came back in and dabbed at Kurt’s forehead.
Another contraction came.
“AHHH!”
“AHHH!”” Sam copied as his hand was crushed. Blaine never looked from Kurt’s face.
“I’m sorry man but you’re gonna have to deal with it!” Blaine told his friend.
He moved down between Kurt’s legs, lifting them onto his lap and helped him out of his trousers. Mercedes assisted with averted eyes.
“Baby… I'm gonna check how many centimetres you are yeah? This may be a little uncomfortable.”
“Wait what do you…AHH!”
SLAP! “Ow! Kurt what did I do!”
Blaine grimaced at Sam. “Sorry man…and sorry baby I’m nearly done...” He rummaged a little longer and Quinn stroked Kurt’s hair as another contraction. “Breathe. They’ll be over soon…”she promised.
“Okay…you’re ready…we’re gonna start pushing okay?”
“What?! No! No I cant. I…” Blaine reached up and caressed his sweaty hair back. “Yes you can…I know you can.”
Kurt still looked unsure, biting his lip.
“Hey…” Blaine whispered. “You know what? I know your Mum is looking down at you now. And soon your Dad will be here too,whether in spirit or not everyone is here Kurt… we will not let you down, either of you…we’re here…right here and we’re not going anywhere.”
Kurt gulped in a shaky breath and nodded. “Let’s get her out…together yeah?”
Blaine smiled teary eyed and nodded. “Together.”
He moved back down. “Mercedes could you pass me a towel please?”
“Here baby…” she whispered. He took it.
“Okay baby…o-on your next contraction…I need you to push.” He furrowed his brow in concentration. Sure enough seconds later one came and Kurt yelled out and began to push.
“That’s it that’s it! Push, push, push! Aaaand, rest…there! You did so good baby!”
Sam was bright white. Quinn was whispering in Kurt's ear. “Just a couple more…I promise.”
He whined.
“Lets try another yeah?” Blaine said softly. “As hard as you can baby… three…two...one…push!”
Mercedes stroked his calf as he pushed and Blaine let out a soft gasp.
“What!? What! Is she…”
“She’s fine! Oh my god I can see the head! Keep going beautiful!”
Kurt pushed again nearly crushing Sam’s hand and he pushed the head out, Blaine cradled her head with the towel. “That’s it baby! Oh, she’s so beautiful!” he cried a tear coming down his cheek, Kurt panted against the pillow. “One more big push! I’m so proud of you!”
Kurt pushed again, yelling out and she appeared, more and more. Bit by bit. And then suddenly she was out.
Blaine let out an astonished breath and cleaning her quickly so as to not block her airways. There was a moment of silence that was eerie.
“Blaine…”
A screaming cry ripped through the air and their baby was okay…the tension fled from the room. She was okay…she was okay.
Kurt let out a soft laugh. “Blaine! Where is she give her to me…”
Blaine carefully cut the cord and she was out…out into the world. She was her own person. Mercedes helped him clean her up and wrap her with tears in her eyes.
Then Blaine carried her, cradled in his arms to her Daddy. He looked up at Kurt with big wet, sparkling eyes.
“She’s beautiful like you are Kurt…that kind of special beautiful…like nothing else touches her beauty, nothing is close…look.”
He put her in Kurt’s arms and Sam moved out of the way with a wonder filled smile. “Wow…” he murmured.
Kurt’s tears fell fast and his body shook with them. “Hey…baby girl!” he whispered. “Hey…” he shushed her sobs as Blaine settled next to him.
Quinn gave the other two a look. And they all left the new Dad’s be.
When the door shut… Kurt looked back to Blaine and the younger met his gaze. All full of devotion and pride.
“She looks like my Mom…” he whimpered. “My Mom and you… she’s the most beautiful thing in the world…” he sobbed.
Blaine laughed wetly and kissed his forehead.
“Blaine you did so amazingly!”
“You did too! I knew you could do it sweetheart!”
“What should we call her…” Kurt wandered caressing the back of her head. “I want her second name to be Elizabeth… like we said…”
Blaine nodded. “I…uh…I kinda had one…” he murmured as his finger caressed her tiny cheek
Kurt raised his brow. “Yeah?”
He nodded. “I chose the 5th letter of the alphabet, the fifth female name on the list. Because on Finn’s football jersey has a 5 on it…s-so, I wanted to call her Ella we can call her Elle for short.”
Kurt’s eyes welled up again, he caressed his cheek and kissed his jaw.
“God I love you. It’s perfect sweetheart. Ella Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson.”
Blaine laughed. “So many names…”
“So much love.” Kurt breathed in return as their baby girl settled in under their touch.
