Hey guys! So, this is a completely AU story... I know it's completely unrealistic, but it's just for fun. I'm collaborating with my friend Alli. Sorry about short chapters but I hoep you like the story!

-Jordan

"Dad... I'm gay." Kurt bites his lip, hard. His dad doesn't say anything for a moment, than looks his son in the eyes. His normally warm and inviting eyes are cold and angry.
"Get out of my house, faggot." He sneers. Kurt had never heard his dad speak to anyone that way. I mean, he'd bash gays a lot, but not to people's faces. Kurt's eyes filled with tears. His dad had said the dreaded word, his freaking father, who promised to always love him, called him that awful, disgusting word that no father should ever say to his son. Burt turns away from Kurt.
"You have five minutes to pack up all your shit and get out of my house. I'm counting." Kurt hurriedly grabs a suitcase and stuffs all of his favorite clothes and favorite things in to his bag. He steals his mom's perfume bottle and stuffs it in.
Just before he leaves, he gets a text from Blaine. Blaine! Blaine would help him.
Courage.
That's all the text said, but it's all Kurt needed. Just before he leaves he looks his dad in the eyes.
"Mom would be ashamed of you." Kurt spat. He walks out with his head held high, to god knows where for the night. His phone goes off. It's Blaine. Kurt was about to text him. Weird.
"Hey Kurt. I was wondering if we could go for coffee?"
"Actually, I need your help. I- I c-came out t-to my d-dad and he- he th- threw me out." He manages to stutter. To his surprise, he hears something shatter and Blaine yell,
"God dammit!" Blaine never swears.
"Blaine?" Kurt says, his voice small.
"Just... where the hell did you go?"
I- I'll use my phone to get directions to the Lima Bean... I don't know."
"Meet me there as soon as you can. You're staying with me."
"What? You board at Dalton."
"You're staying at my house." Blaine says firmly. "Get there as soon as you can." With that, Blaine hangs up, but he gave Kurt a shred of hope. Someone cared. Someone was taking him in. He finally lets out a shuddering sob, gets the directions to the Lima Bean, and runs there as fast as he can in the pouring rain, which fit his mood perfectly.

Kurt makes sure to wipe his eyes and tries to make it look as though he wasn't just sobbing his eyes out. He walks into the Lima Bean, pasting a fake smile on his face. He sees Blaine sitting at one of the tables, angrily punching the keypad of his phone, probably trying to find out where Kurt was. He's never seen Blaine so angry; but if you looked closely you could tell Blaine had been crying. Kurt wondered why Blaine was crying, for his parents were accepting of his being gay... but if you love someone that much, you feel their pain. When something hurts them, it hurts you too.
Kurt shook the thought out of his head. Love. Blaine didn't love him; sure he loved Blaine, but the oblivious boy had no idea. Why did he care so much? He'd only met Kurt a few weeks ago... Could Kurt trust Blaine? Were things moving too fast? All this was becoming too much for Kurt to handle. He wasn't looking for a relationship anyway. According to his dad, "faggots don't deserve to love... they don't want it anyways." Maybe he was right...
Just as he started to feel light-headed, Blaine saw Kurt standing near the entrance. Kurt walked over to Blaine and Blaine frowned when he saw the other boy's red face and puffy eyes.
"Hey Kurt... so. My mom... she said it would be alright if you stayed with us. I would come home every weekend from boarding to see you, and you could transfer to Dalton, my parents can pay for it..." Kurt was astonished. Blaine, a boy he had met not two weeks ago, was offering his home to him.
"Blaine... I'll stay at my school... I can't impose on you like that though... and what if your parents hate me, we've known each other for only two months..." Kurt's ramble was cut off with Blaine's finger on his lips.
"I've got it all covered, 'kay?" Kurt nodded, unable to say anything as he felt butterflies flying around in his stomach. "Come on. You're filthy." Blaine says. Kurt blushes, embarrassed. "We're going home."