A/N: I am really surprised by the response to the first chapter! I mean, that's a good amount of follows for just 3,000 words! Thank you all! I'll let ya'll know now that I only sort of know where I'm going with this story, so I don't even know how long this is going to be. So just bare with me and my craziness. Anyways, I still do not have a beta; so I ask you to please ignore all mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters depicted in this story. This is a work of fan fiction.

"talking"

thoughts

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Burt Hummel knows his son.

So when this boy asks his son to marry him and all he gets is a shocked face and "I don't know what to say..." Burt knows things are about to get a little more than awkward.

Even more than that, when he notices the devastated look on Blaine's face.

Blaine—who had cheated on his son. Blaine—who had broken his son's heart. Blaine—who had cried and begged for forgiveness for his "transgressions" on his knees. Blaine—who Burt had sat down and made explain why he cheated, because he just did not understand. Blaine—the sweet, kind hearted young man that saved his son more than the Glee club could ever hope to. Blaine—who his son was still in love with. Blaine—who Burt could see now was heartbroken.

All because of this... boy.

He watched with a glare as—was his name Adam?—reached for Kurt's left hand. Burt saw Kurt's initial reaction was a glimpse, before glancing briefly over to where Blaine was seated. Burt sniffed in amusement. Oh, now I can see the appeal of drama.

Setting his plate of cake down on the table he slowly stood up, bracing his hands on the arm of the couch and his knee, "Let's give these two some space." Burt looked at Carole, offering her a hand. He did not bother to see who all else stood up; he just knew that no one wanted to be left in that room when the real drama began to unfold.

Burt Hummel knows his son.

He could tell by the look in his eyes, the way his shoulders were set, how his hands gripped the plate, the quirk of his lip—and how the nerve in his eyebrow began to twitch. This was going to be amusing, but it was going to turn ugly fast.

Contrary to popular belief, Burt was used to getting into fights with his son. But it was only in the recent years (since Blaine showed up) that he began to get amusement out of the fights more than anger. It was just harder to believe that his little boy, who once made him pretend to eat Play-Doh cakes and drink fake tea, was talking and fighting with him like a man. A man, who was completely and madly in love with Blaine, the young man that sprung into Kurt's life and changed their father-son dynamic.

So here was his son, in his own grown-up situation that he had to solve on his own; and he was about to go in guns-a-blazin'. Should be fun to listen to.

Rachel, with Santana taken by the wrist (so she would not stay behind for the drama), lead them out into the hallway in front of the apartment before up to the rooftop. Finn was more than willing to go faster towards the roof than the rest once Rachel said where they were going, eager to see the sights. But Burt hung back, Carole on his arm, less for the fact he could not climb the stair faster and more because Blaine was not.

His gelled-down curls were all that were visible when Burt would look back to get a look at him.

He loves you, son. Burt wanted to say, but it was not his place. He was already toeing the line at Christmas when he brought Blaine to ease the blow of his cancer news to Kurt. When his son was ready to take Blaine back, Burt would probably be the first one to know... after they already got back together.

Kurt probably will not even need to flat out tell him, he will just hear it in his son's voice.

Because Burt Hummel knows his son... but he also knows Blaine. Not so much inside-out, backwards-forwards, and sideways as Kurt; but he knew all his boys. Blaine included.

So when the small party finally got to the roof: Finn off looking down the side of the building, Rachel going after him shyly, Santana near the door but blowing the smoke from her cigarette downwind (Give her a break! Dinner may have been entertaining, but that was just stressful!), Carole still by Burt but looking out over the city, and Blaine... squeaking by the older couple so he could breathe in the breeze.

As if sensing the concerned eyes, Blaine turned to meet his gaze. His hazel-eyes were dull and sad looking, with too much pain in them to match that of his age. Blaine quickly turns away though, looking towards Santana. He must have been staring at her because the young Latina gives Blaine a confused look.

Burt thoroughly shocked when the young man says, "Can I have one?"

Santana looks surprised, but smirks quickly and shakes her head, dark-hair falling over her shoulders, "No can do, Dwarf-Number-Eight. Lady-Lips'll kill me if you go messin' up that voice of yours." Apparently that was not the right thing to say, because Blaine just hung his head in response.

Grabbing his cap, Burt scratched at his head while he watched Blaine, glancing at the young woman still smoking as she looked at the young man the way Burt was: concern. They both knew why this was affecting him so much.

Heck! He had been so surprised when he found out his son had make his red-velvet cake, he'd nearly jumped out of his seat. Not because his son was always worrying about his health or that Kurt had not made it in nearly a year, but because that cake had become a symbol of Kurt and Blaine. Their relationship, their togetherness and how they planned for it to always be that way.

...and Burt Hummel knows his son. Kurt never does something without a specific purpose.

Kurt made that cake for Blaine. Dressed for Blaine (because even Burt could see how his son was blurring the lines in that sweater). Kurt looked at Blaine practically the whole night, Burt could tell because when he did not catch his son looking at Blaine, he was looking at his lap. Then the kicker! Kurt actually looked at an apartment in his own building as a possibility for Blaine to stay at. And if that wasn't enough, he practically invites him to live with him. My son.

Burt sighs and adjusts his cap before reaching out to Blaine's shoulder, hand firm but comforting, "You okay there, son?"

The head of gelled-down curls started to nod but stopped and began to shake side-to-side suddenly, "Okay? Okay? How can I be okay when I can barely breathe?" Burt quickly wrapped an arm around his shoulders before the first sob came, offering his suppose through the contact; but Blaine did not cry the same way Kurt did. He did not sob uncontrollably, collapsing into Burt like his legs lost all strength, and he did not cling to Burt as if he was the only thing keeping him sane, keeping right. Blaine sobbed a few times, before there were a set of sniffles then just tears; while he did lean into Burt slightly, he stood on his own with his hands gripping the sides of his jeans tightly. But what really got to Burt, was that Blaine hung his head... hung it low like he was ashamed. Ashamed to be seen, ashamed of his weakness, ashamed of himself.

As Burt remained the silent support, Carole shushed Blaine gently, rubbing the back of his hand with small soothing circles. But sudden feelings of dread began to creep into his mind as he looked down at the young man he held to his side.

What if he left? What if Blaine did not recognize the signs that Burt did and did not see that Kurt still loved him? What if he decided to leave and never look back? What if the thought of never having Kurt was too much for Blaine?

That scared Burt.

"Don't leave him." Maybe he was being selfish by saying that, asking for Blaine to suffer for an undetermined amount of time.

Blaine shook his head again, "Never." It took a few more minutes before he collected himself fully, beginning to wipe the tears from his face. Rachel and Finn had made their way over by then, standing not too far off in silence, both hurting from the sight of their friend going through this. "I could never. I'll be there... for him... I'll be there for their vows, for their first dance, for their first child. I'll be there." But I'll die inside. Just a little with each mile-stone that was supposed to be ours. He didn't say this, but they all heard it. "I'll be there."

"But," Finn pipes up before trailing off, looking over at Rachel for affirmation, "I thought Blaine was going to live with you."

Rachel shakes her head, arms wrapping around her middle, "I guess it doesn't really matter either way. I mean, Kurt won't be living with us if he and Adam—"

"Don't say that, Yentl! Even I know that's insensitive."

The roof-access door opened.

Kurt stood there holding the door open by the handle, taking each of them in quickly with his blue-eyes before landing on Blaine last.

Burt Hummel knows his son.

So he let go of Blaine and was already turning towards the door before the words "Can I talk to Blaine... alone?" even left his mouth. Carole took his offered arm and he filed into the building behind Finn and Rachel, Santana pulling up the rear so she could give her knowing looks and smirks before the door closed heavily behind them. It would have sounded ominous with all its creaking and the loud thud but...

I know my son. Burt smirked and looked over at Carole as they made their way back down to the apartment, And I'll have me my third son back before school starts!

I can't breathe—I need to breathe! In then out. In then out. That's it Blaine!

Blaine smiles a lot. A lot. Everyone knows that. He used to smile a lot more when he and Kurt were dating, but he still smiles. He does not fake smile either. He may smile when he is uncomfortable. But if it is one thing that Blaine is not, it's fake. But he cannot smile now. He cannot look at Kurt and smile for him, when the man who tried to slip an engagement ring on his left ring finger is not Blaine. And he thinks that he may never smile for real again. Maybe he is fake after all.

"Kurt—" Blaine starts, but he is quickly cut off.

"Can we sit down?"

The hazel-eyed teen just nods, looking at Kurt through his lashes as they both move off to a lone bench near the edge of the roof. Kurt had his arms crossed and his shoulders were hunched forward, so unlike his normal posture that Blaine felt the need to comfort him. He needs you. Be there for him.

"Kurt—"

"I said no." He did not turn around when he said it, facing the bench and just looking at it.

There were no words to describe how Blaine felt right then, just a whole bunch of everything trying to mix all into one, "What?"

The other teen spun on his expensive (and sexy, Blaine always loved it when Kurt wore knee-high boots) heel, blue-eye blazing as they looked at Blaine, through Blaine. "I said no. I told Adam I would not marry him," Kurt said firmly, "I said no, we fought, and he broke up with me."

"Kurt—"

"Can we just—" he closed his eyes tightly and let out a sigh, "Can you just sit down? Please?"

Blaine nodded and moved over to the bench, sitting down carefully while he watched Kurt. He looked the way he always looked when he was about to get into a serious conversation with Blaine. By his previous out-bursts and how he kept cutting Blaine off, it was best that Blaine just keep his comments to himself until Kurt was done. Until Kurt was ready to listen instead of talk... because Blaine would always be there for Kurt. (But secretly, the whole situation was elating. He felt bad that Kurt was probably going to be upset about not having Adam anymore, but... Blaine could be happy that they are not together for a few minutes longer... and was he wrong for letting his hope rise.)

"Scoot up."

Hazel-eyes looked up at blue in confusion, "What?"

"Scoot up." Kurt added a nod, as if that would describe what he wanted more thoroughly. But Blaine did what he said anyways, Kurt was never about the 'why's. Only the 'do's. Just as quickly as he moved up to the edge of the bench, Kurt was sitting himself across Blaine's knees, right leg crossing over his left.

Blaine laughed, arms wrapping loosely around Kurt's waist so that he was comfortably braced in his odd sitting arrangement, "What's this all about?" (Yup. He was definitely getting a little too hopeful. But then again, Kurt does not sit in just anyone's lap.)

Kurt drew his lip into his mouth and chewed on it slightly, looking down at his sweater then pants. "I'm wearing white. Do you know how hard it is to get city dust out of white?" He proceeded to pout and pick invisible lint off his jeans, self-consciously checking his pant-legs to see if they had any smudges on them before he moved on to see if his shoes were dirty. "Besides, I didn't want you leaning back and get your vest dirty either."

Oh... He looked down at his white sweater-vest, He cares about my clothes... That counts for something, right? "But what about -my- pants?"

"They're blue," the blue-eyed boy shrugged, "I'll wash them for you if you want. But mine are white, Blaine, white."

"They are white," he concedes with a large grin, watching as a fond look over come's Kurt's too-blue eyes and Blaine is caught. He just looks into those eyes and feels Kurt, sees Kurt. But when he leans forward, the other teen shakes his head and moves back.

"Blaine—"

"I know you do," Blaine says and he could not be surer that he is right.

Kurt sighs and looks at him from the corner of his eyes, "I do. But—" He shifts slightly, moving his legs further away from the bench as he leans his head against Blaine's chest. "I just left a relationship, Blaine. It's a little socially inappropriate to jump into another one... even if he's a previous boyfriend."

The curly-haired young man just smiled and hummed, "Then shouldn't your sitting in my lap be the same thing?"

"Shut up."

He rolled his eyes at me. I just know it. He grinned anyways, finding this situation oddly amusing. But it turned serious quickly. As much as Blaine would like to sit there and just feel Kurt against him, there was still the reason to the proposal refusal and the break-up. "Why did you say 'no'?"

If possible, Blaine would have thought Kurt was trying to burry himself in Blaine (but then that just led to dirtier thoughts—He's still in your lap, stupid!). "I didn't love him," he sighed, "I was attracted more to the idea of him, than actually him. I just wanted so badly to be over you in the beginning." Kurt shook his head, moving back so he could look into Blaine's eyes, "Then we started talking again. Then we were friends again. It just all felt so familiar and it was so easy to fall back into place with you." The older teen look down, his hands spread out over his lap, "But we don't fit together that way anymore."

Blaine stiffened, but he let Kurt finish; they both needed there peace, no matter the way this would lead them, together or not.

"We've grown, Blaine. Our former dynamic won't be the same as it was before. I think—" Kurt stops suddenly, blue-eyes peaking up into Blaine's, "—if we give it another try, it could be more. We could be more. This is not a childish fantasy anymore. We both have seen and can see we have faults; faults that we can resolve if we act like the adults we are now."

"Kurt," Blaine pulled the younger man closer to him, "God, Kurt. I want that. I want that so much!" He watches as a (beautiful) smile blooms on Kurt's face.

"I'm glad. But—," Kurt adjusts himself again, a serious look settling on his face (Blaine may love his changing moods just a little too much), "—we don't know how to be around each other anymore. We haven't been together in such close courters for months, let alone know how to live with each other. So I don't think it's a good idea to jump into a relationship. We may be the same in some respects, Blaine, but I think it would be beneficial to—"

"—learn each other, again," he hazel-eyed young man supplied in a whisper.

"Yes."

"So we just," Blaine leaned back slightly, carefully avoiding the back of the bench, "need time."

Kurt smiled again, "Yes."

"Okay," he nodded. But Blaine quickly had thoughts going through his head, "But where does that leave us?" When Kurt's initial shrug was followed by a shy look and him pulling his bottom lip back between his teeth, Blaine knew exactly what the other teen was thinking about. Some things don't change. Blaine leaned forward, so that his lips brushed against Kurt's ear as he spoke, "Could we be just 'bros helping bros'?"

The curly-haired young man reveled in the shudder that went through Kurt's body, how his eyes went an almost grey-blue, "As much as I love your frat-boy talk... I think it would be best that we not do any of that while my dad is here. Yeah?" Kurt smirked as he stood up. "Besides, you don't even have a place to stay right now."

He just nodded in defeat as Kurt talked down at him, but with a small contented smile on his face.

Blaine smiled a lot. At least he used to, but maybe it would not be so bad smiling a lot more now? Of course it won't, I have Kurt.

"Alright!" Kurt clasped his hands together and began to move away from Blaine, "So is Rachel going to contact the land-lady tomorrow about a certain upgrade?"

A/N: "Yay" for sort of resolved feelings! Just go with me on this. I see them needing to reconnect as two different people, because essientially they are, and rebuild from there. But I guess I'm just more going with the flow. Adam will be addressed again soon, but I don't know if it'll be next chapter because I kind of want to give Santana's POV a go... but I don't know if I can do her justice. Anyways, I've got finals these next few weeks, so I don't think I'll be posting anything for those weeks. And if I do... it'll be just as much a surprise to me as it will be to you. Ha!

Until next time!

-Anjel Starlight

P.S. A special thank you for all of the reviews, the favorites, and the follows. You really don't know how happy I am to see that people are enjoying my writing. Thank you!