[OPEN] "It's a big girl world now, full of big girl things. And every day, I wish I was small."

[bitofheavenwithawildside]

Who? Maggie Gresham and OPEN
What? Arrival
When? A few days after Blaine's arrival, Sunday afternoon
Where? The beach

This could not be happening. It just couldn't. There was no way on earth that Maggie could've screwed things up this badly. In the wake of Kurt and Blaine's wedding, which had rapidly disintegrated into a murder scene from some godawful movie, everyone had been in a state of depression, shock, and grief that was far beyond their ability to just deal with. You didn't just "deal" with watching a dear friend, a precious person that you loved dearly, being shot down in front of you in cold blood. There was no dealing with that, and while everyone was horrified, and trying to be there for Blaine at the same time, while somehow trying to keep living, it was far, far too much.

It was what had driven Maggie, grief-stricken and alone, to a bar in Manhattan, where she had every intention of drinking until she was numb. What she hadn't expected was to find a familiar face there, someone who'd been at the same wedding, witnessed the same horrifying scene, sitting a few barstools down from where she was planning to sit. Neither of them really wanted or needed to be alone in the wake of that, and after far too many drinks, they ended up back at Maggie's apartment, where they'd shared a drunken one-night stand. It wasn't exactly the run of the mill pull, given that they'd known each other for years, and were good friends, but it had been something that both of them needed -- the contact, the intimate connection, the reminder that they weren't alone, that they could still feel something.

The next morning, he'd left, though both of them promised to keep in touch.

But they hadn't. And several weeks and one missed period later, Maggie was in a state of utter panic. A panic that led to her sitting alone in her apartment on the toilet seat, watching her watch until the pregnancy test beside her was ready to read. Picking the plastic stick up in shaky hands, she looked down, waiting for an answer. And there it was, plain as day.

Pregnant

Caught between the urge to scream, the urge to cry, and the overwhelming wish that she'd somehow managed to do the test wrong and it was all a joke, Maggie just stared. And just when a choked sob, delayed though it was, escaped her, she felt the strange sensation of sand beneath her bare feet, and her bathroom was gone, the toilet she'd been using as a chair disappearing with it, and leaving her to drop on her butt in the sand, pregnancy test still clutched in her hand.

Great, so this was a dream. It had to be a dream, right?

Yeah. Dream.

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[bitofheavenwithawildside]

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?"

[justbeingaqueen]

Kurt felt the sun on his face the sea breeze tickling his skin as he waited for her to take a little more time to process things. Some people did well with it, others didn't. Kurt never experienced any of this part of things about arriving on the island, on account of the fact he had a bullet in him and had nearly bled to death by the time he got here. He had spent many weeks unconscious in the hospital before he woke up, and even after that, it took awhile to recover before he had any clarity to understand anything of what was going on. It helped that Quinn had slowly and gradually eased him into it, with her visiting him every day in the hospital without fail. He had never quite been the same since she told him Blaine hadn't come here with him, though. In a way, he was glad he skipped it but many had told him since that they would have rathered this than his experience. At least this way, you had no choice but to deal. It was a sink or swim deal, really. Most people chose to swim and deal. Kurt, on the other hand, had never stopped flounder and only barely keeping his head above water without Blaine. Hopefully he would find it easier now Blaine had come. Hopefully they hadn't grown apart so much they could still function as a couple. It was a fear for him, to say the least.

Normally, information like that would probably have intrigued him back in the days before he was dead. These days, he was learning how much people could fuck up and it was why they ended up here in the first place. Not everyone fucked up, but everyone had some sort of baggage. Plus, you have sex with someone unprotected and you had a uterus, you could make babies. Never an issue he had to worry about. Just so long as it wasn't Blaine, he wasn't about to really judge her. "Is it Nick?" he soon asked her suspiciously. "Because if it is, he's very much taken here and very much not in daddy mode. Why do people never seem to remember what a condom is during a 'comfort thing'?" he did have to ask, though. He couldn't understand the concept, but how fucking hard was it for a het couple to wrap?

He had to give her a nod, though. "Unfortunately. If I can turn up with a bullet in me, you can turn up with a bun in the oven. McKinley people and Warblers are both here. There's probably no one the same to how you left them back home. Except maybe Jeff. He's the newest arrival and from right before I dropped dead. There's 'Cedes too, but she's from... from..." He stopped. She was from Blaine's death. It still crushed Kurt's heart. "Five years after that."