A/n: WOW! Two fanfics in one day! I'm sooooo happy, and then next week I'll be in a medicated fog as I heal through my nerve surgery… anyway… ENJOY!
In was a point on controversy everywhere they went. Their entwined hands, the sudden small kisses, and even the looks they gave each other. Everyone cowered away from them, they went sent dirty looks, they were called names, and people just didn't talk to them.
Did they care? No. They looked into each other's eyes and saw everything they needed. Sure they stayed in a lot, and rarely showed public displays of affection. They really didn't mind it though.
"I love you…" Blaine hugged his boyfriend. "I will always love you. No matter how many people hurt us, or ignore us, or make fun of us I will never stop loving you. I will never leave you alone, and I will always be with you."
"I love you too, no matter what happens." Kurt pulled Blaine onto his bed, the French homework forgotten.
Carole stood in the door way with tears brimming in her eyes. She didn't protest even when the boys started making out. She turned as Kurt took off his shirt.
"what's happening down there?" Burt fidgeted as Carole came downstairs.
"They amazing together. They love each other, and no matter what happens between them their friendship will always survive."
Burt sipped the last of his beer. "I'm going to go talk to them."
"No," Carole said. "Let them be by themselves. You won't want to see what's going on up there."
Burt frowned, "I have respected the choices you make with Finn, but this is my son, and I don't want this going down in my house. Please let me parent the way I see is right." Carole nodded, allowing Burt to pass her.
He made his way up the staircase, and to the closed door of his bedroom. He heard a breathless voice. "Kurt, Kurt… we need to… we need to stop… I love you, but we're not ready for this. We won't survive this…" Burt heard a grunt and the noise of someone rolling.
"You're right, I'm sorry Blaine." He heard the unmistakable noise of kissing, and then knocked softly on the door.
"You boys need to have the door open in 15 seconds, or I'm coming in there. Scrambling could be heard and Kurt emerged putting a finger to his lips. "Blaine's really tired dad. He had a fight with his parents last night." Burt saw the curly haired boy lying shirtless in his son's bed. His eyes looked big and frightened. He knew that Kurt was lying about being tired. But, form the way Blaine laid he just knew that something had gone down before they were making out in Kurt's room. "All right just, please leave the door open."
Kurt nodded before going back on the bed and cuddling up to his boyfriend. "I love you… I always will…"