Hey guys, I know it´s been a long time since my last story, but I´ve been very busy recently. Sorry y´all had to wait so long. I´ll hopefully manage writing more often in the future.
As always please note: 1. English is not my first language (I´m sorry for any mistakes). 2. I don´t own Glee or it´s characters.
Confessions
"Should we wake them?" Carole asks her husband. "I´m guessing Kurt is already up, because of his morning routine. And I bet Finn is still awake having played computer games the whole night." Burt answers. "You´re probably right." Carole replies. "I´m always right." The car-mechanic and newly-politician grins. "Now I know where Kurt got that incorrigible self-confidence from." His wife says rolling her eyes at him. "We´ve got more in common than most people realize." The father says suddenly serious. "Come one, let´s say hello to our boys. It´s been only two days, but I missed them both so much." Carole says. "Me too." Her husband says giving her a quick peck on the lips. Then the both parents rush upstairs to greet their beloved children.
Burt turns the door-handle and steps in already opening his mouth to say: "Surprise." But what he actually says is: "What the hell is going on here?" waking the two teenage boys up, that are currently snuggled comfortably against each other and obviously naked, although the covers fortunately do a pretty good job in hiding their private parts. "Oh my god." Comes the high-pitched shriek from his seventeen-year-old son. The boy next to him turns bright red when his sleepy haze fades away and he realizes what is happening. Both boys try to cover up more of their bodies. Suddenly there are two other high-pitched shrieks from the other end of the corridor. Burt closes his eyes and massages his face to relax, but his anger is still very visible.
"Carole, is it possible, that Finn is not alone in his bed?" he screams into the direction of the door.
"How do you know?" Carole yells back.
"Because Kurt isn´t alone either." Burt answers her, looking at his son disapprovingly. Kurt sinks even further under the covers. He is not liking the way his father just emphasized his name. Save from the burning looks of Burt Hummel Blaine takes his boyfriend´s hand under the covers and squeezes it reassuringly.
"I see both of you, dressed, downstairs, in five minutes." Burt says after he´s taken a deep breath to cool himself down.
"Dad, you can´t dress in five minutes." Kurt says before thinking.
"Don´t go all smart on me, Kurt. Today you´ll dress in five minutes. Because Mike Jason won´t help you through what is about to go down." His father says.
"It´s Mark Jacobs." Kurt whispers, but Burt hears it and gives his son another fiery look. Then he turns around to leave.
"Mr. Hummel" actually Kurt´s father had told Blaine a long time ago, that he should call him Burt, but in a situation like this Blaine Anderson relied on his manners more than anything else. "I´m really sorry. We disobe-" Burt cuts him of: "We´ll talk about it downstairs, Anderson." With that parting note Burt turns around and leaves the room, leaving behind a very frightened Blaine.
"He called me Anderson. It´s been months since he last called me Anderson. That is no good sign, right?" Blaine says looking like he´s about to have a break down.
"Hey, it´s gonna be okay. My father may seem strict sometimes, but he is actually a lot more open to a lot of things than you think he´d be." says Kurt running his hands over the younger boys back.
"Let´s hope so." Blaine says. "God, this is so screwed up. That was like the most embarrassing moment in my life." He continues. Kurt kisses him on the lips sweetly.
"It´s gonna be alright." he assures his boyfriend of one year. "But only if we get dressed now and appear downstairs in maximum two minutes." Kurt finishes his sentence kissing Blaine one last time before jumping up to search for clothes.
Three minutes later and therefore only one minute late Blaine and Kurt enter the kitchen (not hand in hand, because they don´t want to cause any more trouble). Finn and Rachel are already sitting on the kitchen table with a very displeased looking Carole. Burt comes out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee. One of them he sets down in front of his wife, the other one he takes with him to his chair.
"Kurt, Anderson sit down!" he orders. The couple is very fast in following his command.
Carole clears her throat to get the attention of everyone.
"First of all, we want you to know, that this is not about you having sex. What you do is your business you´re old enough." She says.
"But we trust you and you disobey our trust. We´ve agreed on rules. One of them being, that while Carole and I are away for congress or other reasons you are not allowed to have sleepovers with your significant others. This instruction you clearly did not follow." Burt continues.
"We thought we could trust you, all four of you, but apparently we can´t. Burt and I are very disappointed in you." Carole says earnestly.
"But that´s not the only problem. As long as you´re under this roof we also have the responsibility for you. We trust the other parents to set up some rules in their homes and they trust us to do the same here. " Burt states.
"You´ve never even met the Anderson´s?!" Kurt exclaims. His father ignores him.
"Since Rachel and Blaine are both under eighteen we´ve got to talk to their parents. I´ll drive both of them home later and get it ove-" Blaine breathes heavily drawing the attention away from Burt´s speech and over to him.
"Blaine are you alright?" Burt asks his expression changing from angry and serious to worried and caring in no time.
"I…I…please I…" Blaine breaks down sobbing. Kurt is at his side at once taking him in his arms and comforting him.
"Blaine, I thought your parents knew that you are gay?" Burt asks not understanding what is happening.
"They do, but…" Blaine chokes out, but is interrupted by his own crying.
"They don´t know I´m his boyfriend." Kurt says looking lovingly at the boy in his arms.
"But how…I mean you´re over there all the time." His father asks.
"Only as a friend." Kurt says looking him in the eyes.
"Why didn´t you tell me? I always thought…" Burt Hummel doesn´t finish his own sentence.
"You never asked." His son says sounding almost hurt.
Burt feels horrible. How could he never even have thought, that Blaine´s parents didn´t know? One more time his son had needed him, had needed someone to talk to and he hadn´t been there. He had failed him.
"I´m sorry Kurt. You deserve better than that. You deserve someone who´s not afraid of telling the world that you belong with him. I´m so sorry. I tried. I wanted to tell them, but I can´t…My dad still thinks it´s just a phase I might grow out of." Blaine says tears still running down his cheeks. He looks around Rachel and Carole are crying too. Burt and Finn are looking shocked and Kurt…Kurt is looking at him almost angry.
"Don´t say you´re sorry. Don´t ever apologize for that. Not to me. I know what you´re going through. I´ve been through it too. I get it. I get that you´re afraid and I don´t judge you for it. I could never judge you for it. Ever." Kurt says looking him in the eyes desperately. Blaine nods. Then his boyfriend takes him into his arms and hugs him tightly.
After some minutes of silence. Carole sniffs heartbreakingly.
"Blaine, honey. I´m so sorry is there anything we can do to help?" she asks still in tears.
Blaine looks at her sadly.
"Just don´t talk to them." Kurt says turning to his father. "Please dad" Kurt pleads.
"Fine, I won´t." Burt gives in.
"Oh my god, thank you. Thank you, dad." Kurt breathes out hugging his father.
"Thank you, Mister Hummel" Blaine says silently.
"Didn´t I tell you to call me Burt like months ago, kiddo."
"Yes, you did. I´m sorry." Blaine says smiling honestly. Kurt makes a mental note to give his father his desert at lunchtime for making Blaine smile again.
Everybody sits down again and they finish up breakfast in a more comfortable mood chatting about minor topics.
Thanks so much for reading. I´m already working on a second chapter focusing on a little conversation between Burt and Blaine. I am happy about your reviews.
