“Answer me, Justin.”

Justin’s mouth opened and closed, searching for the right words to say. Looking up at Brian he saw confusion, anger, and betrayal. He gulped, feeling completely vulnerable; naked and still lying beneath Brian. 

“W…wh…what did you s..say? I uh, didn’t hear you…” He stuttered, feebly trying to hold off the inevitable. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I guess I do tend to mumble,” Brian leaned in towards Justin’s face, his legs still resting on his shoulders, “ARE YOU FUCKING PREGNANT?” He screamed, regretting it when he saw Justin flinch. 

“I-I’m so, so sorry Brian…”

“Sorry! You’re fucking SORRY?” Brian backed off, bending over to pick up Justin’s pants and threw them at his face. He was walking around in circles, unsure of how to react. Justin pulled on his jeans, hastily apologizing.

“I was going to tell you!”

“You mean AFTER I fucked you? So your baby could have a daddy?” He sneered. 

Justin looked like he had been slapped. “You are the father Brian! And you want to know what else, it’s all your fault.”

Brian choked on air, “Oh, I would just love to hear THAT theory!”

“Believe me, you are going to! YOU never wore a condom on my sixteenth birthday!”

“Hey, it takes two,” Brian defended.

“Not when I’m drunk and my hands are tied to the bed!”

“Handcuffed.”

“BIG DIFFERENCE!”

“Okay, you want to talk about dishing out blame?” Brian was serious now, standing over Justin. “Let’s talk about why you didn’t tell me for four months. Let’s talk about how fucking moronic it is to leave a test in your bathroom for anyone to find. Let’s talk about how fucking stupid you are to go to Babylon where you could have hurt yourself or the kid.”

Running past him, Justin yanked open the sliding door. 

“No. Way.” Brian held him around the waist, “Don’t you run away from me. How did you honestly expect me to react? For me to get down on one knee and proclaim my true love for you? Insist that you move in with me? Go shopping for maternity clothes together?” He stopped at the pain on Justin’s face, reprimanding himself mentally for his reaction. He was twenty-seven, successful and financially stable. Justin, was sixteen, a sophomore in high school and relied heavily on his parents. Obviously this was a more scary experience for Justin, for Christ’s sake, HE was the pregnant one.

“Look — Justin, I’m sorry — but this is serious, okay?” 

“Uh-huh.” Justin nodded, wiping his eyes. “I…I just…”

“What? You what?”

“Need to…”

Oh, shit.

Justin held his stomach, running for the bathroom where sounds of throwing up could easily be distinguished. 

“Shit,” Brian leaned against a wall, sliding down to the floor. This was one of his worst nightmares come true. He didn’t want, didn’t fucking need another kid. Gus was more than enough. And Justin…Justin was just a kid. This wasn’t fair to either of them, but it happened and now it needed to be dealt with. So, Brian made the decision that when Justin came out of the bathroom they would talk about giving the baby up for adoption. In his eyes, it was the best option for both of them.