Okay so, I know it has been a long, long, long time since I have uploaded anything but whatever, life happens, sorry get over it. Anyway I'm here now.

This is a story that has been begging for me to write it for awhile so here it is. I am absolutely in love with Klaine, especially Blaine so this is all about him and how he deals with his fathers homophobia.

Warning: Sweet Klaine moments may may result in you needing to make an appointment with your local family Dentist.

Disclaimer: Dear Mr. Ryan Murphy, You see all I asked from Santa for Christmas was Blaine, but he said that had I to get him from you. So for a late present, can I please have Blaine? Love Em.P17

P.S. Kurt can come too if he wants.

Dear Em.P17, No! No! No! They are mine, back off!

~ See Blaine and Kurt and all the rest of Glee's amazing character are not mine, they are Mr. Murphy's and everyone who is involved with the making and producing of Glee's.

I Can't Be Perfect

*Finn's Perspective*

"Hey, Blaine," Finn said as he passed the shorter boy in the highway on his way to next class, Geometry. He liked Blaine, not like-liked because he was straight and with Rachel but liked as in he liked him as a friend and as Kurt's boyfriend. However if Blaine even kind of thought about hurting his brother, Finn would snap the younger boy in two, but he didn't think he would have to break his sweet-not-really-existent karate moves on him because it was obvious that the two boys loved each other.

"Hey," he greeted his friend in a deep monotone voice, which was very odd considering the boy's normally cheerful voice. But Finn was just going to strike the odd tone in his voice as a fluke in his hearing, because that happened a lot when he wasn't paying full attention – like when Rachel babbled on and on about musicals that he had never even heard of or when Kurt wouldn't shut up about fashion at the dinner table. Then he noticed the red-rims of his brother's boyfriend's now blood-shot eyes, it looked like he had been crying.

"Hold on, wait up!" Finn called after Blaine as he was walking away, about to turn the corner. He was always good at telling when there was something wrong with someone even if he did not really know what to do once he noticed.

"What, Finn?" Blaine asked looking slightly annoyed, not so much annoyed with Finn but annoyed that someone saw him like this – no he was actually glad he ran into Finn first and not Kurt. Finn could tell that he did not want to talk about what ever was wrong but he was still concerned for his friend anyway.

"Blaine, what's wrong? I mean, you look and sound like either you're really upset or someone threw away all your world-supply of hair gel that Kurt says you use everyday, which that would probably make you pretty upset anyway and I can tell that didn't happen because your hair is still slicked back," Finn tried to get a smile out of him, but it didn't work, Blaine just stared at him like he was crazy – which while not far from the truth that wasn't the desired out come. So Finn started asking questions that are more serious even though he knew that he probably would not get a straight up answer. "Did the jocks do something? Is something wrong with you and Kurt?"

"Nothing is wrong, Finn. The jocks have not even looked at me let alone said anything to me yet today. Kurt and I are fine. I'm just tired, I couldn't fall asleep last night," Blaine finally answered after a long sigh as he rolled his eyes. Finn could tell that Blaine wasn't completely telling him the truth but he wasn't going to push it right then because it was clear he didn't want to talk about and the warning bell rang, telling them they had only a minute left to get to class but he was definitely going to say something to Kurt about this. "Okay, so I'm going to go now, Finn, before Mr. Gilsbe locks me out."

*Blaine's POV 1st person*

'Okay, great now Finn knows something is wrong, he'll probably go tell Kurt, but I really don't want to talk to him about it yet,' I thought as I rushed to my World History classroom, getting there just in time for the final bell to ring. I loved Kurt so much it was painful and I never wanted anything to hurt him in anyway, but I knew what I had to tell him would hurt him. So I wanted to at least wait until lunch or even better until Glee Club after school. I was trying very hard to focus on the history lesson when my phone buzzed in my pocket; I check it when I was sure Gilsbe would not catch me. The screen lit up reading: You have 1 New Message from Kurt 3 so I clicked the view button to read it.

Kurt: Hey Babe, are you okay?

After making sure Gilsbe was still not looking my way I replied.

Me: No Hon, I need to talk to you at lunch. I can't text now. I love you.

Fifteen minutes later, when the lunch bell rang I hurried to my locker to put my morning books up. I grabbed my brown-bag lunch and was about to head to the courtyard when I felt two refreshingly cold, delicate hands cover my eyes from behind.

"Guess who?" I heard the sweet, soothing, familiar voice knowing that it belonged to my boyfriend; I turned around to greet him.

"Hey Hon, I knew it was you. Your hands smell like your cherry blossom lotion I gave you for your birthday last year," I told Kurt as I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend's thin waist in a tight hug and just held him close, not caring who saw. "Oh, Kurt."

"Blaine, baby, what's wrong?" Kurt asked squeezing me close and rubbing my back comfortingly. "Are you going to be okay? You know we don't have to go anywhere tonight, babe, you can just come over and we can cuddle as we not really watch some cheesy old TV movie."

"I can't," I told him without lifting my head off Kurt's shoulder. I wanted to; even before we were dating, I was already a regular around the Hudmel house and at their Friday night dinners and it killed me to not be able to go.

"What? What do you mean you can't? Why not? What happened?" Kurt asked in shock stepping back to look me in my watery dark brown eyes.

"My father and I got into another argument last night, it got pretty heated and he grounded me. He, he said that I am forbidden to see or talk to you outside of school and even that is to be limited," I finished as I ducked my head back into the crook of my boyfriend's neck, holding him as close as possible, almost sobbing. My father was not at all accepting that his son was in fact gay and in love with another boy, Kurt Hudmel. We were always fighting or trying to ignore each other when we had to be in the same room, but most of the time I just tried to avoid my father. Over the past few years since I came out to my whole family, I have gotten pretty good at avoiding him and the rest of my homophobic family members. Things tend to get ugly when I run into them or we are forced to stay in a close proximity of each other, like when Mum made makes us eat supper together. She was the first person I came out to, but she already figured it out due to some motherly super power. She was one of the only people in our family who were fine with me being gay and was actually supportive. Plus she liked Kurt, not just because he was good to her baby boy but because he also talked to her about clothes and cooking.

This particular fight all started because I stupidly forgot to log off Facebook. So when my 14-year-old brother Alec got on he saw my profile picture – a picture from over the summer that Rachel took when we all took a trip to a local theme park of Kurt and I innocently kissing. Anyway, Alec was grossed out at the sight of his brother kissing another boy and told our father. He in turn got mad and told me to take the picture off because it was an embarrassment to the family. So I told him that I was not going to take it down because I love Kurt and do not care who knows it. Then my father got mad and started yelling and making comments like 'The Anderson's would not tolerate having a 'Fag' in the family' or something about how I was nothing but a worthless disappointment and would never amount to anything to him. And he took away my laptop and grounded me from going anywhere besides school and home so I could not have dinner with my boyfriend or do anything.

"Oh Baby, I am so sorry. Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to get my dad to talk to yours?" Kurt asked while holding me protectively after I told him all about what happened. He was so incredibly luck to have such an accepting family.

"No, that will only cause more problems. Just hold me," I told him as my whole body shook and he did just that until the bell rang telling them they had to go back to class. I only had to get through two more classes before school was out and I got to be with Kurt in Glee, we do not have any classes together since I'm a Junior and he is a Senior this year. I just prayed that school and Glee would never end because once it did I would have to go home.

There you have it, let me know what you think and I will try to update this story sometime relatively soon.