I give you… The Terrorist Incident. It's a work in progress, but I have completed quite a few chapters already, so expect fairly regular updates. This first chapter is basically setting the scene for what should become an action-packed, epic story. Here, you get to meet Blaine's parents, and I give with my explanation for why we never see them.
Enjoy!

Blaine didn't spend much time with his family, but Thanksgiving and Christmas were one of the few time where meals were eaten together, films were watched together and even Cooper came over. It was huge change from the usual. Blaine was used to his father being abroad on some work trip and his mother either with him, staying at some spa or off to a society do every day.

This was harder.

It wasn't that he hated his parents exactly; it was more that he felt uncomfortable around them. He knew they'd never fully accepted him for who he was, so he spent a lot of time trying to pretend to be oblivious to the not-so-subtle hints his Dad, especially, kept sending him.

'Pretty girl, that one, huh?' it was, when watching a commercial on TV.

'My colleague at the company has a daughter about your age. She's attractive, moderately intelligent and will be inheriting quite a sum. I'll introduce you at this evening's dinner.' That had been last year, just before a Christmas party at somebody's boss's house. That one had worked out all right, though; the girl had met him before at a Dalton girls-can-come party and knew him enough to spend the evening together rating the male guests.

And, on the rare occasions when he had to go out to a restaurant or something with his father, the man insisted on pointing out half-way decent girls too him. That was actually a rude and cheap thing to do, normally. But his father appeared to think it would all be worth it when Blaine finally felt an attraction to one of them.

Now it was the Sunday before Thanksgiving. His father and mother would be arriving home from a business trip to Russia (which had involved cocktail parties, hence his mother going too) in the evening, and his brother would drive over from wherever the hell he was now at about the same time.

Blaine's instructions were: make sure the cleaner has aired the master bedroom and Cooper's room. Get something ready for dinner. Stand by to welcome the family home. Remember that for now he is master of the house and must behave accordingly.

That's what his father had told him a few days ago during one of their brief phone calls (made, Blaine was pretty sure, to be certain he hadn't burned the house down).

So he'd done that, and was now in his room, daydreaming about what he and Kurt would do when he finally flew over from New York on Wednesday. Just the thought of seeing him again made him grin widely. They were going to have a meal at Breadstix by way of a first date before walking around town a bit. Nothing much, but much better than nothing when they hadn't seen each other since Kurt had moved.

Being the good and dutiful son he was, he had come downstairs as soon as he heard his parent's taxi draw up. He opened the door before it rang, hugged his mother with a brief kiss to the cheek and shook his father's hand in greeting. Then he took their coats to hang up in the cloakroom as he'd been taught from age four.

They sat down in the living room for some painful, stilted conversation on what the weather was like (fine), what school was like (fine), and how the trip to Russia had been (fine). His father asked to see his latest grades and, when Blaine handed him the prepared print-out, declared them satisfactory.

'I take it you've been working hard and completing all assignments to the best of your abilities?'

'Of course, Dad.'

'Spending your free time researching for school and preparing for the next topics, whilst spending an appropriate, moderate amount of time socializing?'

'Yes, Mum.'

He hated how they talked after business trips. Days of talking to upper-class Europeans and Russian oil sheiks totally changed their vocabulary for weeks. They got all stuck-up and overly classy.

'I hope 'socializing' didn't involve parties in this house after I expressly forbade it.'

If they could talk like that, so could he.

'No, Dad, naturally not. I just had some high-achieving classmates over to discuss and complete the more challenging school assignments.'

Not many people would describe Brittany, Tina, Mike and Sam that way, nor would they call 'practicing a fun dance routine' homework, but his parents didn't have to know that. They just looked vaguely relieved.

His father started telling him a witty anecdote of a Russian businessman who had said something hilarious at a dinner, but after the third 'and therefore, of course' Blaine began to lose interest. He put his 'smiling interestedly' face on and began to daydream about seeing Kurt again. They'd Skyped that morning, Kurt showing a design he was working on. He'd focused more on the excited, glowing enthusiasm in his boyfriend's voice as he explained how the colors worked and why he'd put that shape to the hem that on the picture of the dress, and Kurt almost certainly knew that.

'And then Mr. Wassilij said: 'And so did our host!'.' finished his father.

Realizing that that had been the punch line of something, Blaine laughed, unconvincingly. His father seemed satisfied and started describing the hotel in which they had stayed.

At that moment the doorbell rang, and Blaine jumped up, relieved, to go and open it.

His brother came in and hugged him. 'Hey, little bro.' he said, and then whispered in Blaine's ear: 'They being as bad as usual?'

'Worse.' Blaine whispered back.

Cooper gave a theatrical groan, but still beamed at his parents as he strode into the living room and started handing out huge hugs. 'Hey Dad, how's business? Great to see you, Mom, how was Russia? Meet any important people?'

Blaine followed on behind, grateful for his brother's skill in handling their parents. Cooper may not be an especially good actor, but he was good with people and with breezing through problems in a room. Their father liked him best and didn't hide it. Cooper was manly, more socially adept and so, a better son than Blaine.

He was more than accepting of Blaine- he hadn't been the least bothered when his younger brother came out, saying he'd 'known for ages' and there was 'nothing wrong with it'. He been supportive and wonderful right the way through, as long as acting didn't come into it.

They sat down again and their father started retelling his tales of Russia. Cooper made all the right noises of 'ooh' and 'wow', whilst winking at Blaine, who was trying to fight down a yawn.

When dinner was on the table, linen napkins and sparkling clean cutlery laid by the shining white plates, they all sat down for the first family meal in years. At first, everything was calm as usual, the food was complimented and they ate quietly.

Then Cooper turned to Blaine and said: 'You still going out with that guy Kurt?'

Blaine could uncomfortably feel his parent's eyes on him. He wasn't sure if they were even aware that their son had a boyfriend.

He kept his eyes steadily on Cooper, who was smiling encouragingly, to avoid looking at his father, and forced his voice into cheery nonchalance.

'Yeah, we're still dating.'

'You started going out months ago. Before you transferred schools, even. That's a pretty long time.'

'More than a year now, yeah. We've almost broken the current high school record.'

Cooper laughed. 'Isn't he living in New York now? Is that going OK? You told me about him working for a magazine or something…'

'He's interning with . He's been living in Brooklyn for the last few months. But it's cool, we Skype a lot, he's been over a few times, hopefully he'll be here again in a few days.'

He could still feel his silent parents watching them, and wished he knew whether they were looking disapproving or accepting. He didn't dare look, so he continued alternating gazes between his brother, his food and the tablecloth.

'What does he do for anyway? I've never met anyone who works there.'

'Mostly stuff like writing up comparisons and interviews, bit of designing. He shows me things he's working on sometimes. He's doing some pretty cool stuff.'

'And he's living…'

'In a Bushwick loft with some of our friends. You met Rachel Berry, also Santana.'

'Rachel was the loud one, right? The singer?'

'She's the loud one, Santana's the mean one.'

'Sounds a bit scary.'

'If anyone can handle them, Kurt can. I think they're having fun.'

Cooper chuckled and returned his attention to his food. Conversation over. Blaine risked a glance at his parents. They were paying no attention to him now, eating like they hadn't heard the conversation. Blaine felt relieved; he'd almost thought his dad would start yelling.

They finished the meal in silence. When Blaine and Cooper had put the plates in the dishwasher, their mother and Cooper went off to their bedrooms. Blaine and his father were left alone.

Blaine felt himself grow nervous again. He wanted, more than anything, for his parents to be all right with Kurt, to be fine with them being together. He wanted to be able to bring Kurt home for dinner like Cooper had been able to bring his girlfriends home. He wanted his parents to be there when- and it was definitely going to happen- they got married and became husbands.

But those dreams were far away and out of reach and, right now, his dad was trying to stare him down. He felt like a little kid again, caught playing with his dad's collection of historical figurines.

His father cleared his throat and Blaine tried to pull himself together.

'Boyfriend, huh?'

'Uh- yeah.' What else could he say?

His father stared at him a bit longer, and then said, brusquely: 'You happy?'

'Very happy, Dad.' said Blaine, surprised.

He thought that the look he got before his Dad left the room was an if-you-must-then-so-be-it look, but he might have interpreted it wrong. It could just have well have been a why-must-I-have-a-son-like-this look.

It could even have been both.

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Preview for the next installment: we meet Kurt, working hard in NYC- and the nightmare begins to unfold…