"Kurt, I need to talk to you," Trish announced as she marched into the Olympic Champion's locker room.
Kurt glanced up from lacing up his boots. "Yes Trish?" he asked. "Is this about our alliance?"
"In a way." Trish looked directly into Kurt's eyes as she spoke. "Remember that little thing that happened between us a few months back?"
Kurt shot to his feet, glancing around warily. "Geez, don't say that so loud! Someone could hear you!"
Trish shrugged. "Well, everyone's going to know soon enough."
"What?" Kurt stared at the short blonde. "You're going to tell them?"
"I won't have to. They'll figure it out on their own," Trish replied.
"What are you talking about?" Kurt demanded. "How could they figure it out? It's not like it's something they can see!"
"It will be soon." Smiling, Trish took Kurt's hand and placed it on her stomach. "You're going to be a daddy, Kurt."
****** Kurt shot up in bed, his heart thumbing loudly in his chest. He glanced round his darkened hotel room, then let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god, it was just a dream!" he exclaimed, letting himself fall back onto the pillows. Feeling the warm body next to him stir, he rolled over and draped his arm across his lover's chest.
"Rocky, baby, you awake?" Kurt whispered, nuzzling his lover's chest with his nose.
Rock yawned and blinked, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist. "I am now," he whispered back.
"I just had the most horrible dream!" Kurt told the Bramah Bull, resting his head on Rock's muscular chest. "It was about Trish."
Rock gently rubbed Kurt's back, his voice soothing when he spoke. "It's ok, Kurt," he said reassuringly. "Trish is just fine."
Kurt blinked, glancing up at his lover. "Huh? I didn't dream that she was hurt or anything, I just - "
"Honey, you have to be quieter," Rock interrupted, "or you're going to wake the - "
The silence in the room was suddenly broken by a loud wail, followed by loud crying. A figure in the room's second bed shot bolt upright and flipped on the light. Kurt was shocked to see a furious looking Trish climbing out of bed.
"Dammit, Kurt, you woke the baby!" Trish yelled, glaring daggers at both men. She marched over to the cradle in the middle of the room and picked up the screaming infant. "Can't you two ever be quiet?" she snapped crossly, putting the baby up to her shoulder and cooing softly to it. She shot an angry look at Kurt, then stomped over to him and held out the baby. "It's your baby too, you take care of it!" She dumped the baby in his lap, then climbed back into her own bed. Kurt sat petrified, staring at the child.
****** "NO!!" Again, Kurt sat bolt upright in bed. He listened for a moment, relieved to hear no sound but his heavy breathing. Quickly, he flipped on the light, heaving a huge sigh of relief when he saw that he and his sleeping lover were the only occupants of the room.
"Thank god, thank god," he murmured. He lay back down in bed, propping himself up on his elbow to gaze at Rock. He felt a stir of desire as his eyes ran down the rippling muscles of Rock's chest. Kurt licked his lips, glancing up at Rock's peaceful face and wondering how long it would take him to wake his lover up. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Rock's chest, licking across his chest and suckling on his nipple.
Rock groaned and opened his eyes, smiling down at the Olympic Hero. "Kurt, you're insatiable," he murmured, wrapping his arms around Kurt's back and arching his chest, silently pleading for more. Kurt gladly obliged, treating both Rock's nipples to a bath with his tongue. "Mmm, what's made you so affectionate?" Rock asked, nearly purring from Kurt's ministrations.
"I just had this AWFUL dream," Kurt told his lover, laying wanting kisses up Rock's neck.
"What about, baby?"
"I kept dreaming that Trish got pregnant and had my baby," Kurt replied with a chuckled. "God, what a nightmare!"
"Yeah, weird." Rock chuckled, but there was a nervous look in his eyes. Kurt missed it as he reached for the lube on the nightstand.
Kurt was feeling much better after they had made love and were lying, exhausted, in each other's arms. "That was great, baby," Kurt breathed, sighing contentedly as he gently traced the curves of Rock's back with his fingers.
"Yeah." Rock was staring down at his hands, the look on his face distinctly nervous. He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Kurt, honey, we need to talk."
"About what?" Kurt asked, a slight frown forming on his lips.
"Maybe - " Rock swallowed hard. "Maybe your dream wasn't too far off."
"What??" Kurt sat up, staring wide-eyed at his lover. "Rock, you didn't - you didn't get some woman pregnant?? Not Trish!"
"No, no of course not." Rock took a deep breath. "But - we are going to have a baby."
"How can we have a baby?" Kurt demanded, getting a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Kurt," rock took Kurt's hand and placed it on his stomach, looking up into Kurt's eyes, "I'm pregnant."
****** For the third time, Kurt jolted back to consciousness. He sat up and looked around, his head reeling from his dreams.
"Kurt? You ok?" Rock flipped on the light, sitting up and wrapping an arm around his lover's waist. "Baby?"
Kurt flinched. "Trish, she - she's not here, right?" he asked, sounding a bit scared.
Rock gave him a funny look. "Why on earth would Trish be here?"
"Oh good." Kurt took a deep breath, glancing down at Rock's smooth middle. "And you're not - um - pregnant?"
Rock shook his head and laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure. If I was though, I think I'd be veeeery famous."
Kurt laughed too, heaving a sigh of relief. "You're right. Sorry, it was just these weird dreams I had. Don't ask me where they came from!"
"It's ok, baby," Rock soothed, pulling Kurt into his arms and lying back down with his lover next to him. "Go back to sleep, doll." Kurt sighed happily and snuggled up to Rock, closing his eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep. Rock waiting until his lover was deep in sleep, then moved his lips up to Kurt's ear. "Kurt, baby, I think I'm in labor," he whispered. "I think you should take me to the hospital, the baby's coming!" Rock chuckled as Kurt's eyes back to move rapidly, signaling that he was dreaming again. With a wicked grin, he continued to whisper quietly in his lover's ear.
THE END