"Hey Blaine, who don't we go to your house tonight?" Kurt asked.
My throat started to close up, how could I get out of this? I couldn't put Kurt in danger, but I can't keep this from him. I think I might...love him. But how do I explain to him how un-accepting my family are. How they think I am going through a 'phase of craziness', or how they never watch any Johnny Depp movies anymore since I commented that he looked nice in a top hat in Willy Wonka. I don't think they would approve of me brining my boyfriend (Which I still can't believe by the way!) over without warning, or their permission, or their blessing or even acceptance. But then again, maybe bringing a boy home might be a realisation for them, a sudden epiphany, then we could maybe be in the same room without awkwardness and my dad will stop screaming at me for singing Broadway songs and my brother won't call me 'faggy gay boy' anymore. Kurt could save me from the terror that is my household!
"Sure! I must warn you though, my dad may not be as accepting as Burt, my mum will not be as hospitable as Carole and my brother is DEFINATLY not going to be as sweet (and ignorant, well ignorance is bliss right?) as Finn.' I said trying to keep the tone light.
"Don't worry hunny, I am pretty sure I have been blessed with the most perfect family in the world. Don't worry adults LOVE me, probably because I have a baby face and skin like a baby's ass.' He gave me that smile that made my knees turn week.
"Well you are pretty lovable baby, besides at least they won't think you are a masked murderer." I grinned and set off for my house, thinking of ways to introducing Kurt to my parents. This was going to be hard, it is like introducing an angel to Satan, and it just wasn't fair. Kurt was flicking through my large CD collection. Truthfully it was only around a quarter of the CD's I owned, the ones in my car were the ones that wouldn't be allowed under the same roof as my parents. At home I kept Guns and Roses and Muse and All American, all of which I despise, but here, where my parents can't see, I keep my Broadway collection, Elton John and the Nolans.
Kurt picked out my Broadway collection, as expected and put it in the CD player and blasting out Defying Gravity singing along. I swear he was so beautiful like that. So happy and at peace. How Karofsky could harm this beautiful creature was beyond me! Right there and then I was so honoured to even know Kurt, but to be his boyfriend! I don't even care what my parents say anymore, this is the boy that...that I LOVE! We still haven't got to those three words yet but trust me we are getting there.
We pulled up outside my house. Kurt was shocked at the size, I could tell from his eyes, but he says nothing. What a gentleman. As we walked up the drive he took my hand and gave me that smile that makes me go to jelly.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"I love you."
HE LOVES ME! Keep calm Blaine!
" I love you too." I choked
"I HAD BETTER NOT HAVE HEARD THAT!" shouted a bad memory.
Kurt looked at me in fear.
" I love you" I whispered and cringed my way indoors. This would not be pretty, the last time my dad used that tone, I was thrown down the stairs after and argument, in which I tried to explain that my being gay was not a phase.
But this time it wasn't just me. It was Kurt too.