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Dinner that night was so awkward. I didn't eat much; mainly I just pushed the food around on my plate with my fork. Finn kept sniggering until I kicked his foot under the table, hard. Then he shut up.

"Frozen yoghurt, anyone?" Carole stood up and grabbed her plate and my own. "Kurt honey, you didn't like my roast?"

"I'm just not hungry," I mumbled. I looked up through my eyelashes to find my dad was staring at me, face like thunder.

"Burt, you're scaring the kid," Carole mumbled as she came to get his plate. He 'mmmph'ed in response and I stood up, because I could feel the tears already forming.

"I'll be in my room," I choked. My dad nodded and I could feel his gaze on my back as I walked away. As I got into my room I didn't bother to close the door, I just laid down on my bed and sighed. My phone vibrated on the counter next to me, once, twice. It was a phone call, should I answer it? I picked up the phone to check the name, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw it.

Blaine.

"Hello?"

"Kurt." His voice sounded relieved, and… broken, like he'd been crying.

"Blaine, I'm so-"
"Shhh."

"But I-"

"No. I know you didn't mean to, Kurt. It's okay, it was my fault anyway. I should have been more careful." The tone in his voice made me want to cry.

"Blaine…"

"I love you," he said quickly before the line went dead. I stared at the phone while the tears streaked down my face. I cried out in agony and threw it at the wall, probably leaving a mark. I was too upset to check.

"Kurt, honey?" Carole's soft voice sounded in my doorway. I sniffed and turned over.

"Huh?"

"Kurt? Are you crying?" she walked into my room and sat down on the edge of my bed. I sat up and crossed my legs, and wiped my cheek on the back of my shirt. I nodded.

"Wanna tell me why?" she asked. I inhaled and then exhaled loudly. My breath was broken and raspy.

"My dad caught me and Blaine…" I fumbled for the right word. A flicker of shock passed over my stepmother's face.

"Having s*x?" she asked. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. Why did adults always jump to that conclusion?

"No, we were… making out," I explained. Carole smiled.

"I didn't know you two were dating," she said softly. I nodded, sniffed, and smiled.

"We're going steady."

"Cute."

I sighed and sobbed. Carole crawled properly onto my bed and wrapped her arms around me.

"I know I'm not your mother," she whispered. "She would be so much better than me at this. I accept every inch of you, Kurt, like my own son though. I'm here to tell you it will be okay and somehow, you'll pull through. You always do."

I looked at her, and her face screamed nothing but adoration and pure worry. I patted her hand.

The doorbell rang. I heard my father heave himself off the couch and then there was the sound of a lock being rattled.

"Blaine," my father spat. I sat upright.

Blaine?

"Evening, Mr. Hummel," I heard his voice. My breath hitched in my throat.

"You are no longer welcome here," was my father's cruel reply. My face contorted in pain.

"I understand that. I am so very sincerely sorry about the other night, you can't imagine how terrible I feel. I understand your anger," he said.

"Yep. Get out."

"If I could just have a moment sir, I'd like to get my tie. I left it here the other day, by mistake."

It was silent for twelve seconds, I could hear Finn's 'Call of Duty' game in the room next door.

"You have ten seconds," my dad growled. "Go."

I heard footsteps on the stairs, and then he came to my door. When he saw my tear-streaked face his own turned into a mask of concern. I sobbed again, not taking my eyes off him, and Carole rubbed my back.

"Kurt," he said. I got up off my bed and made my way to him, burying my head in his chest and crying into his shoulder as he accepted my embrace and comforted me while I cried.

"I'm so sorry, Blaine," I whispered. He shook his head.

"Not your fault," he mused, rocking me. There was the sound of heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs, and my dad emerged, towering over us. His face looked like death.

"Get your f*king tie, and leave," he hissed. Blaine nodded once, and stood up, pulling me with him. He caught my hand as I stood, but my dad growled under his breath and he let go quickly. He spotted his tie over the end of my bed and strode over, smiling at Carole. She smiled back.

"You have ten seconds before I throw you out of the window," my dad said through clenched teeth. Carole huffed and stood up.

"Leave the boy alone, Burt," she said. I looked at my dad – he looked surprised.

"They did nothing wrong. Kurt is almost an adult; he should be able to experiment and try new things." She walked over to put a hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"I will not tolerate that kind of behaviour under my roof," my dad said bluntly. I clenched my fists.

"But it's my room!" I blurted, aware of how childish that sounded. Blaine chuckled one hard laugh.

"I don't give a f*k!" my dad exploded. He grabbed Blaine by the arm and pulled him out of my door. I felt the tears forming again.

"See you around?" Blaine said, letting himself be pulled again. I sobbed and nodded. He threw a quick smile at me before he disappeared out the door.

Xxxxxxxxxx

The hallway was so empty, and everything was so familiar. I could see Principal Figgins at his desk, doing paperwork. There was Quinn's locker, and Rachel's. Mercedes and I used to hang out just there, I remembered, and I smiled as I remembered the time I took a slushy to the face for the team. I could hear loud, harmonic voices from a room down the hall and I smiled.

"What have I done? I wish I could run, away from this ship going under…"

Rachel. I hadn't seen Rachel for a while, and it was good to hear her voice again.

I rounded the corner and leaned against the auditorium door frame, and watched everyone. Brittany and Tina entered from stage left, and their voices rose suddenly in different pitches. They created a beautiful song together, and I was in awe.

"What can you do when your good isn't good enough, and all that you touch tumbles do- Oh my God, Kurt!" Rachel cut off mid-sing and rushed over to me. Mr. Schuester turned around and greeted me with a warm smile.

"Hey everyone," I said.

"What are you doing here?" Mercedes asked, coming over with Tina on her heels.

"My dad's moved me back to McKinley," I said, shrugging.

"Why?" Noah Puckerman asked. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Because my dad doesn't appreciate the fact that I'm growing up and trying new things," I said, in a smartass tone. Puck looked confused.

"Burt caught Kurt and Blaine being inappropriate 'under his roof'," Finn spoke up. I swallowed.

"Thanks, Finn," I said. He held two thumbs up at me and beamed.

"Aww!" Rachel said, hugging me. "It finally happened!"

I hugged her back gingerly. "Finally," I breathed, and promised myself I wouldn't cry.

Xxxxxxxxxx

"Dad?"

I walked into the living room where my dad was lounged out across the couch, beer in his hand. He looked up when I walked in but didn't speak.

"No you can't have your boyfriend over, no you can't move back to Dalton," he said. My shoulders slumped but I went and sat down on the recliner. He looked indignantly at me.

"I'm sorry," I sighed. He shrugged. I took a deep breath.

"I'll do anything, dad. Anything. You can't make me stay at McKinley, dad, you can't."

"Uh, yes I can. You're not moving back to Dalton Academy, Kurt, drop it."

I stood up. He jumped. I narrowed my eyes.

"You've been really supportive, dad. I was terrified when I told you who I was, and I cried when you told me you were all good with it. I understand what we did was unacceptable and I'm sorry. We both are dad. Please let me move back to Dalton – I've been at McKinley high three days and I hate it already-"

"I understood when you told me you were gay. I didn't care because I'm a nice guy, and if that's who you want to be, fine. I sat down with you and talked to you about it and you seemed so nervous. I didn't expect to walk into your room and find you and your best friend getting at it in your bed without clothes on. I just can't imagine what goes on in the dorm rooms at Dalton so that's why I pulled you out. I just don't want you to get hurt. And it will hurt, kid."

"Dad," I cried. I looked helplessly at him. "We haven't done anything yet. We're both new at this…" I didn't imagine I would be having this conversation with my father. I cursed when I breathed and it got caught in my throat.

"I'm sorry, dad. It was wrong. I really do apologise. But you need to let me move back to Dalton. Regionals are coming up and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, this is about your choir?" he asked.

"No! This is about my education, dad! You can't pull me out of Dalton for making a small mistake!"

"Small?" he asked incredulously. "You could have at least closed your f*king door!"

I turned and ran down the stairs, my vision blurred with furious tears. I grabbed a bag out of the closet while I held down the number 2 speed dial on my phone. Holding the cell between my neck and my shoulder, I shoved clothes and my hair products in the bag.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice answered the phone.

"Blaine?" I choked. "Ask your dad if I can stay."

A/N; WOOOH. I got 3 reviews within one night of posting my last story and all of them telling me to keep writing! I'm so happy with myself :3 I know I babbled a bit during this chapter but it's all for a good cause. I lover youhs sooo muchs :D