*I am currently going through an rewriting each chapter of this story.*
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"Ok guys," Mr Schuester began, clapping his hands together as he faced the group, "Nationals is coming up, and win or lose, I'm extremely proud of yo-"
The auditorium doors slammed open, crashing against the adjacent wall.
Two figures stormed in.
One, a man dressed in a suit, polished shoes reflecting the harsh lights of the auditorium as he paced forward.
The other, a short woman in high, purple heels and short black dress.
The man looked lethal, breathing deeply as he stalked towards the stage, searching the group of teens with piercing, hazel eyes.
Not unlike Blaine's.
"Blaine Anderson!" he demanded loudly, eyes scanning the group, who had congregated together in the middle of the stage, "Get your ungrateful ass out here right now!"
The New Directions looked at each other, confused and slightly scared.
Mr Schuester took a step forward, into the man's line of sight, and, with forced politeness, said, "Sir, please, Blaine should be back in a minute, he and another boy have just gone to get some sheet music. May I ask who you are?" he questioned, trying his best to hide the irritation in his tone.
The man looked Shuester up and down, taking in his cheap sweater vest and tacky shoes, "Mathew Anderson," he replied haughtily, "Blaine's father. And this is Penelope, his mother."
"Will Schuester," he extended his hand, "This is my glee club, the New Directions," he forced a smile.
Mr Anderson looked at the offered hand for a few seconds, before turning on his heel, and surveying the group of teens once more.
Mr Schue dropped his hand awkwardly, and after a few moments of tense silence, said, "Blaine should be back soon."
Mrs Anderson nodded in acknowledgement, before whispering to her husband.
Mr Anderson spun back towards the teacher, and said, "We need to talk to administration, make sure Blaine's here when we return." He turned, straightened his jacket, and marched back out the way he came.
New Directions were gathered together, talking about Blaine and his parents.
They knew practically nothing about Blaine's past, and, up to this point, hadn't really bothered to ask. He made Kurt happy, and that made them happy.
"I wonder why they're so pissed." Puck said, leaning against Lauren.
"Maybe Blaine did something at home." Offered Tina with a shrug.
"Blaine, cause trouble?" injected Santana, "Ha."
The rest of them nodded in agreement.
Blaine was hardly one to break the rules, or do anything that could possibly lead to trouble. He was the poster child for well-behaved kids.
"Maybe he…" Quinn trailed off when, for the second time that night, the auditoriums doors opened.
Kurt and Blaine entered, Blaine's arm securely wrapped around Kurt's waist, with Kurt's arm around Blaine's broad shoulders.
They were completely oblivious to the tension in the room, and happily bounced back on stage, dropping their bags near the stairs as they talked, heads close.
Finally noticing how their teammates were all silent, and huddled in a group centre-stage, Kurt and Blaine looked up.
"Umm," Kurt began, "guys, what are you doing?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at in question.
Blaine's stood beside Kurt; hand in his, with his head tilted to the side, observing the odd behaviour of the group with a confused, yet happy, smile.
Mr Schuester stepped forward, approaching Kurt and Blaine. "Blaine," he said as he reached them, "your parents were just here."
Blaine's smile vanished, his hazel eyes growing wide.
He slowly turned to face the teacher, Kurt watching him, worried.
"No. No, that can't be right. They're in Italy," he said quietly, eyes flicking wildly around the room, searching for his family.
"I was talking to them not five minutes ago, Mathew and Penelope," Mr Schuester said slowly, calmly, as if talking to a wild animal.
Everyone could see the colour in Blaine's face vanish as the director said the names of his parents.
Blaine sucked in a deep breath, "Kurt, we need to leave."
Kurt turned to Blaine, stepping in front of him to take his hands.
"You haven't seen them in a year Blaine. They might have changed," Kurt replied quietly. Blaine had told Kurt how his parents hadn't accepted his sexuality.
Finn's mouth fell open. Not seen his parents in half a year? He couldn't even begin to comprehend that. He relied on his mom so much. It was becoming apparent to him why Blaine was always around their home.
Mr Anderson had seemed a little uptight and intense, but they can't be that bad. They can't be so bad that Blaine wouldn't want to see them, after a year of being apart. They were his parents, and they loved him, right?
"I don't care. I don't want to see them. Can we please go? Kurt?" Blaine begged, eyes going impossibly wider as he clutched Kurt's hands tighter.
Everyone stared at him in shock. Blaine had always been so composed around them. Never had they seen him so scared and vulnerable.
"Kurt please, lets go, I- I cant see them."
Kurt nodded, and Blaine let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. "Mr Schue, please tell Mr and Mrs Anderson that Blaine will call them later."
Mr Schuester nodded, eyebrows knotted together in confusion and worry, "Sure Kurt, no problems."
Kurt turned to his brother, "Finn, do you think you could get a lift home today?"
Finn nodded, and Kurt glanced at the worried faces of his friends, then across to Blaine, who was waiting for him, anxiously shifting his weight from foot to foot at the side of the stage.
"Bye guys," Kurt said awkwardly, as he made his way towards his boyfriend silently.
They uttered mumbled goodbyes as they stood there, watching Kurt and Blaine talk quietly, perplexed by the odd behaviour of Blaine.
Blaine's face relaxed as his hand slipped into Kurt's, and New Directions were bemused by the effect that each boy had on the other, and the way that a simple touch could bring a feeling of peace between the two.
They each wrapped an arm around the others waist, and Blaine turned them quickly towards the auditoriums exit.
They weren't quick enough.
As they reached the stairs leading them down to floor level, off the stage, the doors towards the back opened again, revealing Mr and Mrs Anderson.
Well crap.
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