There was a sick feeling in her gut, and Maggie was praying like hell that she wouldn't end up puking all over the place right now. She already wasn't having the best of days here, and puking in front of the most fabulous of fabulous gay bitches right now would just be adding insult to injury. She couldn't help kind of wishing that it was a dream still, but the sensations were too real... She was really here, she was really pregnant, and the father may or may not be here, may or may not know... She had no clue. Who knew if he was here, or what place in time he'd come from. For all she knew, he could have whole different family here, and bringing this baggage in could fuck that up for him. So maybe it was better he didn't know. Or maybe he wasn't here at all. Which might be better in the grand scheme of things. She couldn't really be sure.
But then Kurt was calling her out on the little test in her hand, and she was shaking her head. Stupid, Maggie. Stupid to show him the goddamn pregnancy test, whether she was trying to or not. But Kurt knew. He knew, and he wasn't playing coy about it either. "Yeah... It's an awkward moment," she bit out, trying not to lose her temper. It really wouldn't be helpful anyway. Kurt Hummel was a class A bitch when he wanted to be, and Maggie had seen it in action before, though never directed at her. So she answered as honestly as she could, but with a hint of sass to her tone. She was a redhead, after all. "Yes. It's someone you know, and no, he doesn't know yet. He might not ever know at this rate. He... He was an old friend, and after you died..." How weird was it to talk to someone about their own death after the fact? "After... all of that, we hooked up for a comfort thing... I don't know what happened... Maybe we were so drunk we didn't use protection, or maybe it failed, but... It was a mistake. And yes. Very much a get me the fuck out of here moment." She shook her head just a little, swallowing hard. This was just too much. "If it's a physical transition, then I'm still... I'm still... Knocked up." Kurt's death really had set off a chain reaction of things going wrong, some that she was sure she didn't even know about yet. "Who... Who's here? McKinley people? Warblers?"
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But then Kurt was calling her out on the little test in her hand, and she was shaking her head. Stupid, Maggie. Stupid to show him the goddamn pregnancy test, whether she was trying to or not. But Kurt knew. He knew, and he wasn't playing coy about it either. "Yeah... It's an awkward moment," she bit out, trying not to lose her temper. It really wouldn't be helpful anyway. Kurt Hummel was a class A bitch when he wanted to be, and Maggie had seen it in action before, though never directed at her. So she answered as honestly as she could, but with a hint of sass to her tone. She was a redhead, after all. "Yes. It's someone you know, and no, he doesn't know yet. He might not ever know at this rate. He... He was an old friend, and after you died..." How weird was it to talk to someone about their own death after the fact? "After... all of that, we hooked up for a comfort thing... I don't know what happened... Maybe we were so drunk we didn't use protection, or maybe it failed, but... It was a mistake. And yes. Very much a get me the fuck out of here moment." She shook her head just a little, swallowing hard. This was just too much. "If it's a physical transition, then I'm still... I'm still... Knocked up." Kurt's death really had set off a chain reaction of things going wrong, some that she was sure she didn't even know about yet. "Who... Who's here? McKinley people? Warblers?"