I'm aiming for two updates a week. So next one will probably be around Friday. Sorry for the lack of Kurt, he will be there in the next chapter, I promise!
There's some mentions of religion and the Bible in here. The OP didn't ask for any specific religious themes, so I'm just glossing over it. It will be mentioned again later on, but it's no main part of the storyline. I hope that's okay.
Enjoy!

Blaine had been sitting at the desk for the last half hour while the man he had met earlier was cleaning up. He had barely moved from the chair, but his eyes had searched every last inch of the office. The walls were painted in a soft blue and had several pictures on them, one of which was Burt and a younger man standing proudly next to a big, black car. It was the same man—boy, really, that was present in the pictures on Burt's desk. There was one older one with Burt, the boy when he was barely seven or eight, and a young women; and one more recent of Burt, the boy again, this time more around 17 or 18, another teenage boy, and a slightly older women who looked nothing like the woman of the other picture, so Blaine assumed she was someone else. Maybe Burt had separated from his wife? He had heard that happened quiet frequently among the English.

"Sorry for the wait, Son. I called my wife and asked to set an extra plate and prepare Kurt's old bedroom for you for tonight."

Blaine's eyes widened. "You don't have to do that, Sir-"

"Nonsense," Burt cut him off. "Like I said before, I won't let you sleep on the street. Now, I have to ask you some things, Blaine. If you feel uncomfortable with them you don't have to answer them, okay?"

Blaine nodded.

"Well, I don't want to jump to conclusions here…" Oh God, he knew. Blaine started to breath heavily. He knew Blaine had left his home because he was gay. He knew and now he would throw him out as well. "… but your clothes, and the fact that you don't have a phone, all kids have phones these days, I just can't help but wonder, are you from a different community?"

"Oh." Blaine had not expected that. He looked down at his dark trousers, his shirt and the suspenders he was wearing, all homemade by his mom and his sisters. "Yes, I'm from—I'm from the Amish community."

Burt nodded. "Further North, I figured."

"I'm not stupid," Blaine blurted out.

Burt chuckled. "I didn't say you were."

Blaine blushed slightly. "I'm sorry; it's just people often assume I'm retarded or something. They'd always look at us with this pity in their eyes when we'd go into the town." He shook his head. "We're not. We might be homeschooled, but we're not stupid. My sister is the best dressmaker in our town, and my older brother was married just this summer to one of the smartest girls I ever met."

"And you?"

"I worked on my father's lands."

Burt nodded. "But they kicked you out."

"No, I had a choice." Blaine held up his head. "I could stay and pretend I wasn't me, or I could leave."

"How old are you, Son?"

"Seventeen, Sir."

"And why did they kick you out?"

Blaine swallowed. He didn't leave his home to start lying in the outside world. If this man didn't like it, he would get up and find somewhere else to stay. "Because I'm gay."

Burt nodded. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'm glad you trust me, Blaine. Now, we should get home. Carole's expecting us for dinner. I'll call Kurt afterward to see if he's still looking for a roommate. We can get you settled tomorrow, and you can start in the shop on Monday."

Blaine blinked.

"If that's okay with you, of course."

Blaine nodded fervently, suppressing the urge to tackle the older man in a hug. "Thank you, Sir."

"It's settled then." Burt grinned as he put the phone down. "Kurt would be glad to have you as a roommate. He's home tomorrow, so we can get you settled in then."

"Maybe he can take Kurt's old bed for the time being, until he can buy his own," proposed Carole.

Blaine's eyes widened and he swallowed audibly. Why were these people so nice for him? He must have done something right, because why else would God send him to such amazing people. Homosexuality was wrong. The Bible said so. Blaine knew this, but he couldn't change his feelings. When he had left home, his mother had begged for him not to go. It was wrong in God's eyes, and he would surely be punished. She had pleaded for him to stay, to use his rumspringa as an outlet and then come back home. As if acting on his feelings once would make them disappear for the rest of his life. If he had to be honest, he had thought about it, going on his rumspringa, just to try it out, but what would it change? It could only make it harder afterwards. Hiding his true self for his whole life wasn't something he could do, and after all, the Bible also preached honesty.
He had decided to go, leaving his mother in tears about how he would be shunned, and how God would punish him, but he hadn't seen any punishment yet. In fact, since leaving this morning (was it really only since this morning?), he had only met amazing people. He could only hope this Kurt would be as accepting and friendly as his father.

"You- I mean- you can't-"

"Nonsense, of course we can," Burt interrupted him. "In fact, I think it's a great idea. The bed is just gathering dust here, and we don't want you sleeping on the floor."

"But you've already done so much," whispered Blaine, barely audible. For the umpteenth time that day, he felt like crying. They had taken him in without question; given him a place to sleep; a new place to live; fed him.

"We just want you to be safe, Blaine," Carole said. "Nobody should be living on the street; nobody deserves that."

Blaine looked at his hands. He wasn't convinced about that, but he would take it for now.