Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or any of the characters, etc., etc., etc.

AN: This is an AU, obviously, set after season 4. In particular, this is not the same universe as "Goodbye, Farewell."

"Just wonderful, a dark and stormy night. Just perfect."

So Blaine Anderson thought to himself, pacing the living room of his boyfriend's house. It really was a dark and stormy night; the first bolts of lightning had illuminated the night sky just a few minutes before.

For once, Blaine wasn't even remotely like his normally dapper self. He knew what was coming from Kurt's previous venting. Under the circumstances, he just couldn't bring himself to put in the time and effort needed to gel his hair into submission, and as long as his clothes were clean, well, that's about all that matters.

At the moment, other than Finn Hudson's bedroom, the house was empty except for Blaine. Blaine had thought about turning on the TV, or even just the stereo, but quickly decided that neither was a viable option tonight.

Kurt's parents had offered to stay, but Kurt had decided against it. Blaine was stunned when Carole told him that she and Burt were accepting an invitation from Sue Sylvester, of all people, to spend the night at her place. "There's no way we could go out for a night on the town, and she called a few hours ago. I don't know exactly what's going to happen," Carole said as they were leaving.

"Hello?"

Hi, Mrs. Hudson? This is Sue Sylvester.

"Oh. Hi."

Well, this is awkward enough as it is, so let me just get to the point. I know what Kurt has planned for tomorrow night, and I know he'd prefer if you weren't around. I'm not one hundred percent sure I get that, but, he's a tough kid, and he'll have Blaine with him.

"Yeah, he is."

So that leaves you two with no place to go. Just come on over tomorrow night, say around seven or so. I'll order some food. If you want to talk about all this, we can talk. All night, if you want. If you just want alone time, that's fine. And if you just need to hit stuff, I've got a punching bag in my garage. Is pizza good?

"Thanks for the offer, Sue, but—" Carole stood stunned for a moment, thinking about what Sue was offering. She realized that taking Sue up on her offer might just be exactly what she and Burt needed. "but can we make it Chinese instead?"

Whatever you want, Mrs. Hudson. See you tomorrow night.

So Sue was going to play hostess to Burt and Carole. Blaine had a mental image of Sue dressed up as the maître d' of a restaurant, and started chuckling to himself, shaking his head. At this point, he was just hoping that the weather wouldn't keep the people he had invited from making it. Everyone knew the reason they were coming tonight, and while they weren't really enthusiastic about coming, they all agreed pretty quickly.

Blaine sat down, holding his head in his hands. After taking a deep breath, he saw that Burt had left a copy of the Bible on the table, alongside a note.

Blaine:

We felt this might help you tonight. If you need anything—or if Kurt changes his mind (not happening, thought Blaine)—we're just a phone call away.

Burt

Unlike Kurt, Blaine wasn't an atheist, but he wasn't particularly religious. He didn't spend much time reading, although he did take a moment to read through Psalm 2.

After that, he put the Bible back on the table, and decided what he needed most was something to drink. Non-alcoholic, obviously. He went to the kitchen, and found a can of soda in the fridge. He opened it, and started sipping it slowly. After finishing the can, he started humming. Even on a night like this, he couldn't really help it. The first thing that came to mind was Kelly Clarkson's "Dark Side."

His humming was hardly a match, though, for the shrill voice of the object of his affections. Even as far away as he was, he could easily make out every word. He was just afraid that everyone in the neighborhood might hear.

Finn Hudson, WHAT were you thinking?