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Chapter 1

Monday

Blaine was siting on his living room couch with one arm wrapped protectively around his boyfriend, while Kurt rested his head on his shoulder. Blaine had invited Kurt over to his place after school to watch a couple Disney movies. They had just finished watching Kurt's favorite, and were now watching Blaine's choice; 'Tarzan'.

"Why do you like this movie so much?" Kurt asked as 'Son of Man' started to play through the speakers.

"What's not to like? Tarzan is strong and powerful, and an incredible fighter."

"You sound like you have a crush on him," Kurt teased gently. "Should I be jealous?"

Blaine smirked, and leaned down to press a light kiss on his boyfriend's temple. "Oh, trust me. You have nothing to worry about," he whispered in his ear before turning back to the movie. "I did have a huge crush on him growing up, though," he admitted.

"Eww," Kurt joked. "I can just imagine how smelly and sweaty he is, running around in the jungle all day. I mean, his hair is in dreadlocks, which probably means it's just being clumped together by mud and dirt."

"Yeah, and what's so great about 'The Little Mermaid'?" Blaine joked back, remembering Kurt's movie choice and gave the boy a small squeeze. "Prince Eric married a human and fish hybrid."

"What's wrong with Eric?" Kurt asked, ignoring the hybrid remark and lifted his head away from Blaine's shoulder to look at him. "He's cute."

Blaine let out a soft chuckle. "Should I be jealous now?"

Kurt just grinned at him and reached a hand up to glide his fingertips lightly below his boyfriend's gelled hairline. "You know, you kind of look like him."

"Like Eric?"

The song was just drifting to a close as Kurt leaned forward to connect his lips with Blaine's. He quickly returned his boyfriend's affection and moved to cup Kurt's face with one hand. Slowly pushing Blaine backwards onto the couch, Kurt stretched over him to continue the kiss. Blaine felt Kurt's tongue swiftly sweep against his lower lip and immediately responded by opening his mouth, granting him entrance.

A few sharp sounds of gunfire exploded from the movie that was still playing in the background, but the couple ignored it as Blaine let out a happy moan as their tongues touched and Kurt moved to straddle him.

Clayton could be heard getting off a few more shots on screen and a loud bang of a door slamming shut was heard somewhere off in the distance, but to Blaine all that matter at that moment was the boy laying on top of him.

One second, Blaine was enjoying the feeling of Kurt making out with him, and the next, the boy was suddenly ripped from his body. Blaine was just able to catch a glimpse of his father standing over him, before Kurt was pushed roughly back. A loud smack echoed around the room as the back of the boy's head hit the wall; hard.

"Kurt!" Blaine cried out, bolting up on the couch. Fear tore through his chest as he watched his boyfriend slide down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, a hand pressed against the back of his head.

"You disgusting faggot!" his father screamed. Turning his back to Blaine, the man approached Kurt who was still sprawled on the ground. "You stay away from my boy!"

His father had already made it over to Kurt and was lifting the boy up by his collar before Blaine could get to his feet. The man clutched a fist and prepared to send it into the boy's face until–

"Dad, stop!" Blaine shrieked, gripping his father's fisted arm as tightly as he could.

In response, the man jabbed his arm back, sending an elbow into Blaine's upper chest causing him to stumble back.

"I'll handle this, Blaine. There is only one way to deal with these kinds of people."

By now, Kurt had gotten his bearings back and was staring up in sheer terror at the man that was blocking his path.

"I kissed him back!" Blaine screamed, praying that it would get his father to back off. "He wasn't forcing anything on me! I wanted him to!"

A wave of relief flowed through Blaine as he watched his father's back stiffen in hesitation, but the solace didn't last long.

The look his father sent him floored Blaine. The ice-cold stare was filled with nothing but disgust and hatred towards his son . . . and he still had Kurt roughly pushed up against the wall.

Fear seeped through Blaine's veins. He wanted to turn and run. Run until his legs ached, and his heart was hammering fiercely in his chest. Anything to get away from that look his own father was shooting at him . . . but he couldn't.

Blaine's eyes locked onto Kurt's. His father had such a strong grip around the boy's collar that Blaine could tell Kurt was struggling a little to breathe, and he was starting to squirm uncomfortably against the wall.

Blaine forced himself to hold his ground. He had to stay, at least long enough to help get Kurt out of his predicament.

Taking a shaky breath, Blaine forced himself to meet his father's eyes again. "I-I'm sorry you had to find out this way," he stated, hating the fact that his voice was shaking, "but Kurt is my b-boyfriend, dad." He paused, trying to draw in the courage to finally say the words out loud to his father. "I'm g-gay."

In the silence that followed, Blaine could hear Jane screaming on the TV behind him as she and Tarzan flew through the jungle trying desperately to outwit the herd of baboons that were chasing them, but that seemed trivial compared to the icy glare his father was now piercing right through him. Blaine could almost hear the wheels spinning inside his father's head as he fought to come to terms with the new information that his son had just thrown at him.

"Dad, it's still me. I–" Blaine began as he took a step forward, desperately wanting that look on his father's face to disappear, but it was pointless to try and fix anything now.

Dropping his grip on Kurt, his father finally turned his glare away from his disappointment of a son. "Say goodbye to your friend, and then meet me in my office," the man practically growled between his teeth, and then stormed out of the room, not looking back.

Blaine waited until his father was out of sight before leaping at Kurt, and wrapping his arms around his shoulders, pulling him close.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked. He could feel the boy shivering in his arms and the feeling of moisture on his neck told him that Kurt was crying.

"I-I think so. I just–" A sob tore through Kurt, not allowing him to continue and Blaine held him tighter.

"I'm sorry, Kurt. I'm so so sorry," he whispered into his boyfriend's ear, rocking him slightly back-and-forth before pulling away just enough that he could rest his forehead against his. Blaine brought a hand up to lightly brush away Kurt's tears. "I had no idea he was going to react like that."

Kurt quickly nodded his head. Blaine could still read the fear in his eyes. He knew that Kurt's body was going into flight mode.

"I-I should go. Your father said he wanted to talk to you . . ." Kurt sniffled. Pulling away from Blaine, he started to head in the direction of the front door, but Blaine grabbed his arm holding him back.

"Are you sure you're okay to drive? I could–" Blaine was about to offer him a ride home, but Kurt shook his head before he could.

"I-I'm fine, Blaine. Really. We don't want to make your father any angrier."

Blaine simply nodded his head in understanding, and proceeded to follow his boyfriend to the front door, stopping briefly to pause the movie on the way.

"Hey," Blaine rested a hand on Kurt's shoulder, stopping him before he could reach for the door handle. Blaine's heart clenched as he watched a few lonely tears appear at the corners of his boyfriend's eyes and started to run down his cheeks. "Text me when you get home, okay? Let me know you made it?" he said softly.

Kurt simply nodded in response, before Blaine leaned in to give his boyfriend a short kiss on the lips.

Blaine hesitated outside of his father's closed office door. He was not looking forward to this conversation at all. He felt lightheaded and his legs were trembling. He had to lean against the wall and take a few calming breathes before he could reassure himself that he wasn't going to pass out.

When he felt stable enough, he knocked lightly on the door and waited to hear a response from inside before sluggishly entering the room.

His father was feverishly typing on his keyboard when Blaine walked in. "Sit," he barked, not taking his eyes from his computer screen.

Heart pounding, Blaine slowly sank into one of the available chairs placed in front of his fathers massive mahogany desk.

"Dad, look . . . I know this has probably come as quite a shock to you but–" Blaine started, hoping to talk his dad down before he began yelling again.

"You're not gay," his father spoke up firmly, interrupting him.

Blaine blinked in surprise at his father's abruptness. "Yes, I am."

"No, you're not," he spoke slowly, finally raising his eyes from his computer screen. "You are just confused."

Blaine sighed. "I'm not confused, dad. I know how I feel."

"No son of mine is going to by gay," the man spat, turning back to type something else into the computer. "We'll get you help. There is a camp not far from here; 'Path of Restoration'."

Blaine paused in shock as the news of what his father had just said sank in. "You're sending me to a straight camp?"

"For gay conversion therapy," his father explained, refusing to look at his son. "I'm signing you up right now."

"But there is nothing wrong with me!" Blaine cried in desperation. "Just because I like boys doesn't mean that I have some sort of disease or mental issue."

"Being gay is not normal!" his dad yelled back, the stone hard glare was back on his face. "It's not natural!"

"But I don't want to leave my friends . . . and the Glee club! Sectionals is coming up soon. They need me!"

His father raised an eyebrow, understanding growing on his face. "Kurt . . . That's why you begged me to let you transfer out of Dalton, isn't it? You wanted to be closer to that boy!"

Blaine gulped at the evil scowl his father turned on him. His silence was all the answer the man needed.

"This is for your own good, son. You will thank me for this later."

"But dad–"

"No! My decision is final," his father growled.

As his father turned back to his work, Blaine took it as a sign for him to leave. On stiff legs, he pushed himself out of the chair and started to head for the door.

"Wait," his father barked, and Blaine felt his body shutter. "Give me your phone."

"Dad?"

"I don't want you texting that boy tonight. You're not going to be allowed to have it at camp anyways."

With a heavy heart, Blaine pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and gently set it on the edge of his father's desk.

"Now, go pack. You're leaving first thing in the morning."