A/N: Ok, hey. My first longfic! All of three chapters long! Yayness! Ok, welcome to my Klaine-verse. Where Kurt and Blaine Hummel-Anderson are the proud parents of two adopted children, the elder Valerie and the younger, Drake. I've written a short one-shot before featuring these OC's (see my profile please!), but here you'll be introduced to them in more detail. Hope you enjoy!

In this fic, Drake is 14 and Valerie is 17 years old respectively.

I never realized how one word could change my life. That is, until I saw the look it generated in my father's eyes.

We do stupid things as teenagers, don't we? One of the stupidest is saying things you don't mean in the heat of anger. I wasn't just angry that day. I was hurt, humiliated, and for the first time in my life, ashamed of my family. The family that had brought me home, loved me unconditionally, raised me, been there for me...

She was the first girl I'd ever dated, the first one to twist her fingers around mine and walk proudly down the school hallway. She was the first girl I had fallen in love with. For all of a glorious three weeks. It was a fourteen-year old's first relationship. Of course I'd thought it was love, that it was real, that it would last forever. In hindsight, I could kick myself.

She broke up with me in an ugly scene at a nice restaurant. It was when I'd broken the news to her that I was the adopted son of two gay parents, that instead of a dad and mom, I had two dads, but who loved me just as much.

"What?! Two gay dads?! But you're a guy! What does that make you then? Are you gay too?"

"No! Of course not! If I was then why would I be going out with you?!"

"I don't know! It's weird! That's just so...so weird!"

"Why would it be weird? They're married. They love each other, just like any couple. they love me and my sister. We're a proper family-"

"Wait, they're married?! Two guys?! Ok, that's seriously creepy! How is that even a marriage?"

I could feel my blood pressure begin to rise. I had never imagined that even in this day and age...

"Ok, Tasha. That's enough. That's my parents you're talking about."

"No, Drake. Parents are a mom and a dad. What you call family- they have a name for people like that, you know. If my folks knew I was dating a guy coming from such a... Forget it. I- I can't handle this. It's too freaky. I'll- I'll see you..."

"Wait! Are you breaking up with me?! Because my dads are gay?! No, Tasha-! Wait..."

She was gone.

I sat there for a long time, numb and oblivious to the people who were staring and muttering all around. I stumbled out of the restaurant and walked home, my mind in a whirl. I didn't remember if I'd eaten anything, whether I'd paid, what the waitress had said... The only thing that kept playing on and on in my head like a broken record were Tasha's words and each of them plunged into my heart like a fiery knife.


Kurt opened the door. I could see my sister's head above the couch. They had been watching a movie together. He was obviously surprised to see me back.

"Hey! Home so early? What happened?"

It was a simple question, spoken in all sympathy, but after the events of the evening, it was the trigger that made me explode.

"What happened is that you guys have ruined my life!" I snarled at my father, jostling past him and stomping in.

He did a double take at my response.

"So I take it the date didn't go so well?"

His eyes had visibly cooled.

"It's seven, Dad. Damn straight it didn't go so well!"

I noticed my sister turn discreetly to better follow our conversation.

"You want to maybe talk about it in a civilized manner rather than lashing out unnecessarily?"

"Oh because whenever I express my feelings it's 'lashing out' and 'unnecessary'?!"

"You know that's not how I said it, Drake."

His calmness was only serving to aggravate me further.

"You know what, Dad? I'm done! I've had it with you guys! I'm- I'm sick and tired of all of us pretending to be a nice normal happy little family when it so obviously doesn't work!"

Kurt had gone absolutely still, his blue eyes stretched wide in shock.

"We- This... this isn't normal! No matter how much you and Dad pretend it is! We're not normal and I don't think we'll ever be!"

"Drake-!"

Kurt's voice was so choked, he could barely gasp my name.

I brought my face real close to his, my brain overheated to the point of madness.

"You think that just because this is New York everybody's cool around here? That they mean it when they smile as you two walk by hand in hand down the street? Do you know what they call you behind your back, Dad? They call you freaks. They call you... fags."

It was like everyone in the room had stopped breathing. The tension had suddenly condensed the air to the consistency of soup. Everything seemed to happen after that in slow motion. My father's hand flew to his mouth and his eyes flashed with tears of the deepest pain on hearing that word come out of my- his son's- mouth. My sister was watching me, her jaw wide open, unable to believe what I'd just said. And then the menacing growl I heard just behind me.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say?"

I whirled.

Blaine stood on the doorstep, a look on his face that I'd never seen before in my life. It was terrifying. He seemed the very image of fury and a raging fire seemed to burn in the centre of his eyes. My blood ran cold and I took an involuntary step back.

"What. Did. You. Just. Call. Your. Father?"

"I- I-"

I never saw it coming.

The slap rocked me back on my heels and I nearly fell.

"Blaine! Stop!"

My head rang under the impact of the blow and when I brought my hand away, I saw a few drops of red. He had split my lip!

I tried to convince myself that the sting of tears in my eyes was only because of the blow, not because my father had raised his hand on me for the first time in my life.

"Get out."

He meant every word.

"That sort of language has no place under my roof."

"Blaine!"

"No son of mine is going to insult his father and get away with it."

"Dad!"

Despite his anguish, Kurt was almost trying to physically restrain Blaine from attacking me again. My sister, Valerie, was doing the same with me.

The red haze of anger and hurt had clouded my mind once again.

"Fine!" I bit out between my teeth. I turned and nearly ran out of the apartment, slamming the door as hard as I could behind me.

TBC...

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