HOLY CRAP. Anybody from Tumblr witness what happened last night!? My entire dash was sobbing, I was sobbing, I didn't go to bed till 3AM. I'm not gonna say what happened, though, since it's a spoiler and not everybody likes those.

Also, Political Animals—I just watched the new episode. I have this horrible feeling since it's just a six episode series they're gonna kill off all the characters. Well, I'll just have to wait and see.

Ugh I back to school the 27th. The thought of that gives me crippling depression.

ALSO I read the fic Little Numbers. It was so cute. Now I really want a cute texting buddy.

-Moment of silence for the 2012 Olympics. You will be missed.-

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Chapter Three

"Holy-"

"Shit."

Copper and Blaine stood in front of the TV, their mouths hanging open.

After getting Kurt's text, Blaine had gone into the family's rec room and turned on CNN. Burt Hummel was being interviewed from his hotel in DC, and apparently the topic was…Blaine Anderson?

Okay, the topic wasn't Blaine Anderson. It was the gay agenda, but he seemed to be the subtopic.

"So, Mr. Hummel. Last night, pictures were taken of you and your family leaving the venue where Blaine Anderson, son of President Anderson, came out as a homosexual." Across the screen a picture of the family of four was shown. Burt and Carol had linked arms and were walking in front, while Finn and Kurt followed behind.

"What do you think of the youngest Anderson's announcement, and how do you think it will affect his father's campaign for re-election? Many people believe this seems to 'level the playing field', as either way there will be a gay son in the White House next term."

Burt thought a moment before speaking.

"Well, I think it was a very brave and courageous thing for Blaine to do, and I told him that. I know the kind of pressure young people are under when they come to terms with their sexuality, and when they come out. It's even harder for someone like Blaine who's always in the public eye. I applaud him, however, and I believe he'll make an excellent advocate for gay rights in the future. As for it effecting his father's re-election, that's ridiculous. Why would his son being gay have anything to do with him being president? One thing does not affect the other. However, his supporters, who are mainly Republicans who frown upon homosexuality, might believe it does, and be less inclined to vote for Anderson. But then, where does that leave them? Voting for me?" He gave a slight smile. "I think this election should be about the candidates, me and him. Not our children."

"Dude, I think Burt Hummel wants to be your best friend." Cooper said, eyes wide. "That's the nicest thing I've ever heard a politician say about anyone."

"If he's going to keep talking like that, he can be my best friend. I mean, wow."

His phone buzzed and he pulled it out. Another text from Kurt.

How does it feel to have my father defend you on national tv?

Blaine smiled and replied.

Pretty great, actually. Tell him I say thanks!

Will do(:

Blaine put the TV on mute and turned towards Cooper.

"How badly do you think Mom and Dad will flip when they say this? I can bet they won't be thrilled on Mr. Hummel speaking out on 'my behalf'."

"I think we'll find out at dinner tomorrow." Blaine blinked.

"Do we have dinner plans I don't know about?" Cooper nodded.

"That new steak house, Ponder's. The four of us have reservations at eight."

Ponder's was the kind of place the Anderson's usually went out for dinner. Waiters that expected to be treated like slaves, tiny plates of food for big prices, and paparazzi outside the front entrance, snapping their picture. Blaine looked straight ahead as he walked inside, tuning out the yells of the paps. They were all asking about the "scandal", and Blaine didn't want to talk about it.

The first fifteen minutes consisted of a painful silence, where Blaine's parents sipped wine, Cooper downed two Vodka sodas, and Blaine glumly sipped a Coke. Usually Cooper tried to sneak him some booze, but they were in the middle of the restaurant, and it wasn't worth risking somebody seeing them.

Cooper and Blaine demolished the bread basket when it arrived.

"Mom, you should have some of this. It's sooo good." Cooper said, trying to hand her a piece. Abigail shook her head, rolling her eyes. Blaine was sure he hadn't seen his mother eat a carb in the past decade. Cooper shrugged and continued to carb load.

The family ate their meal, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson chatting to each other, leaving Blaine and Cooper to make sarcastic remarks under their breath. When Blaine finished eating, he excused himself to the restroom. When he came out of the stall, he was surprised to find his father leaning against the sinks, facing him.

"Uh…Hi, dad."

His father didn't respond, he just watched Blaine as he washed his hands. Blaine took a breath and looked over and his father, who hadn't spoken to him since Christmas Eve.

"You could've stayed the other day, you know. Or were you that revolted at the idea of listening to your son come out for the second time." Pierce narrowed his eyes.

"Don't be dramatic, Blaine."

"Me? Be dramatic? This is coming from the man who is conveying his displeasure with me by acting like a 14 year old girl."

"Don't talk to me like that!" Pierce hissed.

"Why? What could you possibly do? Mom already smacked me yesterday."

"She smacked you because you gave her lip. You shouldn't be disrespectful to your mother, Blaine, or any female. I thought I raised you to be a gentleman."

"I don't disrespect her. Both of you disrespect me when you abuse me, physically and verbally. And to lecture me on the treatment of women? That's the most hypocritical thing I've ever heard. You're a Republican. Last time I checked, you didn't think much of gays or women. And for the record, you didn't raise me. Cooper and various nannies and Garrett raised me—I'm sorry. Are raising me." Blaine didn't know where all this confidence was coming from, but the words poured out before he could stop them. He was slightly afraid. Would his father dare to beat him up in the bathroom of a public place. He doubted it.

Pierce seemed at a loss for words. If he retorted with what he wanted to say, there was no telling at how far the conversation would go. It would probably escalate to a shouting match, and that would draw un-wanted attention. The last thing the family needed was more reports from People going through their garbage and trying to hack their emails. So instead of fighting back, Pierce left, leaving Blaine confused and slightly proud. Had he won this battle?

Back at the table, Cooper and Abigail were talking about Burt Hummel's interview on CNN. Blaine sat down, and Abigail turned her attention to him.

"Blaine, what did Burt mean when he said he told you how he…felt about your announcement?" Blaine shrugged.

"I talked with him and Kurt after. They were being supportive. It was kind of refreshing."

"Well, don't get used to it. You're not allowed to talk to them unless it's absolutely necessary." Blaine rolled his eyes. Necessary meant if there were cameras around. Of course there were limitations on who he could socialize with. He mumbled some sort of agreement to his mother's terms, while thinking about how fun it would be to become "texting buddies" with Kurt if he wasn't supposed to be talking to him.

He was 99% sure his parents were just referring to Mr. Hummel. They probably had no idea he was contemplating becoming friends with Kurt. He seemed nice and down to earth, and one more friend couldn't hurt.

Once they got home, Pierce retreated to the Oval Office, Abigail going with him. The Vice President and Secretary of State walked past Blaine, mumbling greetings, but nothing more as they too went to join Pierce.

Blaine went to his room and started unwinding. Blaine loved his room. It was spacious, had a large closet, and a bathroom, complete with shower and bath. The room itself was furnished to his liking, but his favorite part was the fact he had his own baby grand piano in the back corner. Blaine was an accomplished pianist, and nothing thrilled him more than music. In the room, he also had his guitars, and more sheet music and cd's than one could count.

He had washed his hair, put on his glasses, and changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt when his computer started making the alert noise for an incoming video call. It was Wes, and he decided to take the call. Why not? He had been avoiding his friends all day and he felt bad.

"BLAINE!" Four boys cried when his face appeared on the screen. Wes, David, Jeff, and Nick were all squished on Wes's bed, all trying to see the screen.

"We haven't heard from you in days, bro. We were about to organize a search party." Blaine rolled his yes.

"David if I went missing I assure you, you would know."

"Yeah, the Secret Service would be beating down the door at your parent's house to question you." Nick said with a smirk. Blaine nodded.

"But, really, I'm sorry for being out of touch. Things have been crazy."

"We watched on TV yesterday. We're proud of you, Blainers."

"Don't call me Blainers."

"BLAINE!" Cooper hollered from down the hall.

"What was that?" Wes asked.

"Coop. I have to go see what he wants. I'll text you all later, okay?" The other boys nodded, and logged off the call. Blaine walked down the hall to Cooper's room and stuck his head in.

"Seriously, Cooper?"

"I'm sorry but you need to see this." Cooper gestured to the TV. Once again, Blaine found himself watched CNN. Except this time, it was his father's face on the screen. 'Live broadcast from the White House' the bottom of the screen read.

"Wait, what the hell?"

"Nice of them to mention this to us, right?"

"I have a horrible feeling…" Blaine trailed off, and turned his attention to the screen.

"…Again, I want to assure the public that my son's announcement will not be affecting how I run the country or my campaign. Everything I have previously said is still true…" Blaine scowled.

"He's such a dick. I'm so sick of him, treating me like I'm nothing. Telling me what I can and can't do. I'm a teenager, I'm supposed to be sneaking out of the house and going to parties, not trying to make my parents love me." Sadly, he had given up on that long ago.

Back in his room, Blaine grabbed his cellphone and texted Kurt.

Now it's your turn to watch CNN.

! That's awful. How do you live with him?

Sadly, I don't have a choice…What're your plans for the next few weeks?

Why?

Because I need to get out of here.

His parents were always playing a game, and they played dirty. That was fine with Blaine, but if they were going to play by their own rules, he was going to, too.

Okay, weird ending, but I have a plan I swear!

Becca – I'm glad you're hooked ;) Ah yes, Blaine's family isn't the kindest, but he's finding a friend in the Hummel's.

Loquaciouslauryn – I want to give Blaine a hug, too. Don't we all? He's just a warm puppy.

Nurse Kate – I'm so horrible to Blaine, in all my fics I have horrible things happen to him xD I'm so bad. And yes, I'm planning on there being more Garrett. He's one of the good guys.

CatoradeandRobbie – I loveeee writing all the drama. I just hope I can remember where I'm planning on going with all of it!

LittleBancroft – I'm glad you like the story, keep on reading(:

SimplyBeingMe – As usual Dylan, you leave me feeling all smiley. Your reviews are the greatest, I'm so glad I'm writing up to your expectations!