A/N: Insert several excuses as to why I haven't updated. I'm so sorry guys. This chapter gave me a lot of trouble. I finally got it done but then it needed more description and then my characters took off for three days...and yeah. So sorry. If you want to, follow on me on tumblr, I generally talk about where I'm at with this story. Plus I started posted a badboy!Blaine story. (it will be eventually posted here but not sure when.
Thanks to Linnea for being an awesome beta and pushing me to try harder and write my best.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Wes's POV
"David! David! David! Guess what!" Wes shouts as he runs over to his boyfriend, practically jumping on him.
"Wes! Watch it!" David shouts, glaring at his boyfriend. He was very intent on his task right now, and Wes was ruining it.
"Sorry," he mutters, as he gets comfortable on the couch that David was sitting on. "Guess what, David!" Wes asks, still bouncing.
"What?" he asks, not bothering to look over at him.
"You're supposed to guess!" Wes pouts. He was so excited to tell David his news that his boyfriend's body language and demeanor were being overlooked.
"Wes, I'm in the middle of something, can't you just tell me?" his voice was sharp and annoyed.
"What are you in the middle of?" he asks curiously as David did not have a book, iPod, or any other sort of object in front of him. Wes looks around the room to see if there was anything out of the ordinary, but there wasn't.
"People watching," David says, pointing towards Kurt and Blaine. "Something is up with them and I'm trying to figure out what."
"Really, David? It's probably because Kurt has nightmares. Blaine is probably comforting him as always."
"I think there's more to it. Kurt's always had nightmares."
"Well maybe they've gotten worse or something. Whatever it is, we shouldn't pry. They would tell us if they wanted us to know." While Wes was by no means a possessive boyfriend, David's intense attention on the boys across the room irked him. Wes really wanted to tell him the news, but he couldn't get his attention.
"Doesn't it bug you though?"
"Not really," Wes says, shrugging.
"It doesn't bug you that Kurt never once told us about his nightmares or why he has them?"
"No."
"But, he's our best friend."
"No, Blaine is his best friend. And we're each other's best friend. Kurt doesn't have to tell us everything. He made the choice to not tell us about his nightmares."
"Wes! Come on, aren't you the least bit curious?"
"David, what have I told you about prying into people's personal business?"
"That it's wrong," David mutters.
"And why is it wrong?"
"Because I wouldn't like it if people pried into my personal business."
"Exactly! Now, guess what?"
"You passed your physics test because I am an awesome boyfriend who stayed up and helped you study?"
"Yes," Wes says smiling, glad that he was able to finally get his attention. He leans over and kisses David hard. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Blaine's POV
"Blaine?" Kurt asks from his spot on the couch next to Blaine.
"Hmm?" Blaine mutters, not looking up from his French book although, he did feel that distinct tingly sensation up his spine that usually means someone is watching you.
"Why are David and Wes staring at us?"
"What?" Blaine asks, looking up from his French book. He stares over at the other couple for a couple of seconds before shrugging. "I have no clue," he says, returning to his homework. He wonders how long David watched them for. He reads a couple more pages and then his phone beeps.
Blaine, your father and I would like it if you joined us for dinner tonight.-Mom.
Blaine reads the text and then sighs. He really just wants to stay at Dalton, enjoy time with his friend's and boyfriend. He hates dinner night with his parents. They usually involve distasteful and hurtful side comments to Blaine by his father. It never ends well, the last three times, a screaming match had erupted causing Blaine to get sent to his room.
"What's wrong?"
"My mom and dad want to have dinner with me tonight," he practically growls this out with frustration etched in his voice.
"And that's bad because…?"
"I always feel like they're judging me," he admits, quietly. "I just hate going."
"I could…go with you…if you want?" Kurt offers, softly. "I'm sorry," he says after a second. "That was rude. You probably aren't ready for that step of a relationship. God, I'm so stupid. I'm sorry, just ignore…."
"Babe, shut up," Blaine says, cutting Kurt off with a laugh. "It's not that I don't want to introduce you to my family, it's just…they aren't exactly the most…accepting…" If he invited Kurt, and Kurt came, there was no telling what his parents would do. Kurt might not even want to be with him anymore after.
"You never told me that," Kurt says, his expression hurt. Blaine sighs; he forgets all the time that Kurt doesn't know everything about him. He forgets they haven't known each other for forever.
"I'm over it now, really. I am who I am, and nothing they say or do is going to change that," Blaine says softly, playing with Kurt's hands. "I love you, you know that right?"
"Of course I know that," Kurt says, squeezing Blaine's hands. "I love you too," he says, smiling. Blaine smiles right back and they sit there, in silence staring at each other. Why couldn't other people understand that love was love? Why did his parent have to be so judgmental? He wished that he could hold Kurt like this at his house, but his parents would never allow it. Maybe if he could show them how awesome Kurt is, how happy he makes Blaine feel. Maybe they would change their minds.
"Yes," Blaine says suddenly.
"Hmm?"
"Yes, I want you to come with me."
"Blaine, are you sure? I don't want to cause a fight or something," Kurt admits, looking down. He's frowning and Blaine wonders what is going through his mind.
"I don't care. I love you, Kurt, and I want my parents to know that. I want them to meet you." Blaine nods after he says this, although a thought in the back of his mind is telling him this is a bad idea, he doesn't care.
"Are you sure?"
"Besides loving you, I've never been more sure of anything," he says, bringing Kurt's hands to his lips to kiss them gently.
I'll be there. But I'm bringing someone with me.-Blaine.
Be here at 6pm sharp.-Mom
"We have to be there at 6," he says, putting his phone back in his pocket. He sighs, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder.
"What time is it now?"
"3."
"I'm going to go get ready," Kurt says, getting up.
"But…you've got three hours!" Blaine says, laughing.
"You clearly know nothing about fashion, my dear," Kurt says, smiling. Blaine shakes his head as he watches his boyfriend walk out of the room. A second later, David is by his side.
"Hi, David," Blaine says, glancing up at his friend. Maybe Blaine is about to discover why David was watching them.
"Are you okay?" David asks quickly.
"Um…what?" Blaine asks, unsure as to why David would think he wasn't okay.
"Are…you…okay…?" David repeats slower.
"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Blaine's confused face is staring at David awkwardly.
"I know Kurt and you have been having some problems lately."
"We're not…" he stops, sighing when David cuts him off with a glare. Like this is any of his business. "It's fine."
"Blaine," David says, sitting down next to him.
"Seriously, we're fine," Blaine says, attempting to smile. Really, it's all a lie. Things aren't fine, and he's tired of fighting with Kurt. He's tired of how on edge he is when he's around Kurt now, terrified he'll slip and mention therapy again. He glances at David, who's staring at him smiling. He wants to tell him, or at least ask for help, but he's certain neither David nor Wes know what Kurt's nightmares are even about.
"I know Wes and I haven't been the greatest of friends since we got together…but I just want you to know, we're always going to be here for you. No matter what it is you need."
"I know, David. Really, things are fine." David stares at him for a long moment, before shaking his head at Blaine.
"You're a horrible liar, Blaine," David says softly.
Blaine sighs. "I just…I can't tell you. Kurt and I will work things out," he says, offering up what he hopes is a comforting smile. In return David sighs, and smiles right back. He sits for a moment, still staring at Blaine before patting Blaine's knee, getting up and returning to the couch across the room.
Blaine enters his room, a little scared at the noises coming from inside.
"Uh…Kurt?" he calls out, taking in the scattered clothes and general mess of the dorm room.
"In here!" he hears Kurt call from the bathroom. Blaine approaches it slowly, still taking in the messy room.
"Um…Kurt? Babe? Was there a tornado that went through our room?" He says as he gently pushes open the bathroom door to see Kurt glaring at him.
"Very funny, Blaine," he says, still glaring.
"Babe, why are your clothes all over?"
"I can't find anything to wear," Kurt whines, walking out of the bathroom, around Blaine to fling himself dramatically on the bed.
"Is that even possible?" Blaine whispers, mostly to himself. "I'm sure you have something you can wear," he says, walking over to Kurt to pull him up off the bed. "Come on, over to your closet," he says, pushing Kurt forward. Kurt stands there staring at his clothing for a moment before Blaine reaches forward and pulls out a blue sweater. "How about this, Babe? It will bring out your eyes," he says, pushing the sweater into Kurt's hands. He hears Kurt sigh before he slowly turns to face Blaine .
"Blaine …I'm scared. What if they don't like me?"
"Why wouldn't they like you?"
"Because…I'm…I'm gay," he says, quietly, looking down.
"Babe," Blaine says, barely holding back his laughter, "I hate to break it to ya, but I'm gay too." Kurt looks up quickly, before he realizes what he's said and starts to laugh.
"I'm sorry…it's just I've never done this before and it just makes me nervous."
"It's okay, Kurt, really. But you've got to hurry and pick something out because we've got to leave in like twenty minutes."
"What? I'll never be ready in time now!" Kurt says, dashing around the room, picking up random pieces of clothing. After a few moments of this, he runs into the bathroom. A minute later he exits the bathroom, dressed.
"Ready, Love?"
"I suppose so," Kurt says, walking over to Blaine to take his hand. Blaine pulls Kurt into a quick hug before they leave the room and head down into Blaine's.
"Don't be so tense, Babe," Blaine says when they're about halfway to his house. "They'll love you," he says, reaching over to take Kurt's hand. Truthfully he's scared. He's trying so hard to be positive, but he's scared. He looks over quickly to smile at his boyfriend. Kurt smiles right back before turning to look out the window. Blaine sighs, turning his attention back to the road. Although he'd never let Kurt know, he's absolutely terrified. He's completely unsure how 'taking your boyfriend to meet your possibly homophobic parents' ever sounded like a good idea in his head. When had he gotten so stupid? It's not like he didn't know that his dad disapproved of his lifestyle. Before he knows it, they have arrived at his house.
"Wow," Kurt gasps from his seat and Blaine chuckles. He'd forgotten that Kurt had never seen his house. "Why didn't you tell me you lived in a mansion?"
"I don't, it's just big" Blaine says, driving up the long driveway to his house. They park and then walk up the walkway to Blaine's house. "Kurt…" Blaine says once they're almost to the house. "Kurt, I haven't told my parents about us."
"What?" Kurt asks, his expression hurt.
"Please don't think it's because I'm ashamed of you, Babe. I just haven't gotten the time. I haven't been home, and I wanted to tell them in person."
"Oh…okay," Kurt says, softly. He reaches out, taking Blaine's hand in his. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be," Blaine says smiling. "Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"Can we wait until after dinner to tell my parents?"
"Sure," Kurt says smiling. He squeezes Blaine's hand once more before letting go of it, before Blaine steps forward and opens the door to his house.
"Blaine, darling!" Blaine's mom greets as soon as the door opens. "Hello there, I am Angela Anderson," she says, her hand reached out ready to shake Kurt's.
"Hello Mrs. Anderson, I'm Kurt Hummel," he says, grasping her hand and shaking it. She smiles at him, and so far everything is going smoothly.
"Please, call me Angela," she says, dropping his hand and moving over to let Blaine's father through.
"Hello, I'm Blaine's father, William Anderson."
"Hello Mr. Anderson," Kurt says, holding out his hand. Blaine's father takes it, shaking it roughly.
"Hello, Blaine," he says, dropping Kurt's hand.
"Father, Mother," he says politely. No one moves for a second before Blaine's mother steps forward and gives Blaine an awkward hug.
"Well come on inside, dinner is just now being served. Our chef did a wonderful job tonight," she says, moving away from Blaine and walking forward. Kurt glances over at Blaine and mouths 'chef?' Blaine just shrugs. They head to the formal dining room and sit down, Blaine making sure to not sit too close to Kurt. "Kurt, would you like to say grace?" Angela asks, smiling at Kurt.
"I…um…" Kurt stutters, looking at Blaine completely panicking.
"I'll say grace," Blaine saves Kurt, and folds his hands looking down, and slightly at Kurt who is smiling softly at him. "Thank you God for this wonderful meal. And for my Mother and Father's health. Also thank you for bringing Kurt to me, he's the best friend I ever could have asked for. Amen." Blaine's parents murmur amen, but Kurt is just staring at Blaine, tears in his eyes. 'I love you' he mouths, smiling. 'I love you too' Blaine mouths back. Dinner is served and all is quiet for a bit while they eat.
"So, Kurt, what is it you like to do?" Angela asks.
"I like singing. I'm in the Warblers with Blaine."
"That's lovely," she says, smiling.
"Have you thought about where you want to go to college?" William asks.
"Oh, yes. I want to go to NYU and major in either theater or fashion I haven't quite decided."
"Fashion?" he says, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that…?"
"Father, could you pass the potatoes?" Blaine asks quickly cutting off his dad's reply. William glares at his son, clearly annoyed about being interrupted. Blaine looks over at Kurt, and can tell he knows exactly what his dad was about to say. Slowly he reaches out his hand to grasp Kurt's. It can't hurt; he doubts his parents will see since they're on opposite sides anyways.
"Oh," Angela gasps.
"What is it Angela?"
"You…they…Blaine…" she stutters, pointing at Kurt and Blaine. Blaine releases Kurt's hand quickly. "They're dating," she whispers.
Kurt's POV
The second Blaine's mother whispered that Blaine and Kurt were dating all hell broke loose. Angela stood up and ran into the kitchen, and Kurt could faintly here her crying. Blaine had stood up to try and comfort his mother, but Blaine's dad had cut him off and pushed him against the wall.
"Is this true?" William asks, standing over his son. Blaine stays quiet, looking over at Kurt. "Answer me!" William asks, slapping Blaine. Kurt gasps. He hadn't known things were this bad at his house. Why hadn't Blaine ever told him? Better yet why hadn't Kurt ever asked? Had he really been so focused on his own problems that he had begun neglecting his boyfriend?
"Yes," Blaine says, glaring at his dad. "Kurt is my boyfriend." William slaps Blaine so hard he falls to the floor. Kurt starts to stand up, to run to his boyfriend but his chair squeaks when he moves it and then William is glaring at him.
"You," he says, pointing at Kurt and coming closer. "You did this to him. You made him gay." He raises his hand, ready to slap Kurt. Kurt closes his eyes, waiting for the slap to come.
"Don't you fucking touch him!" He hears Blaine scream. He opens his eyes to see Blaine pushing his father away from Kurt. Kurt gasps when Blaine punches his dad knocking him to the ground. "Come on, Kurt," Blaine says, running towards him his hand outstretched.
"If you leave this house, don't you ever fucking come back," his dad growls from where he lays on the floor.
"I wouldn't come back if you paid me," Blaine mutters, squeezing Kurt's hand as they leave his house.
"Blaine," Kurt whispers once they're safely in Blaine's car. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. They know I'm gay. It's not my fault they choose to ignore it."
"But…he just… Blaine, he hit you," Kurt whispers, on the edge of tears. Blaine nods. "And he kicked you out."
"Kurt, it's fine," he says, offering up a comforting smile. "This isn't the first time this has happened. My mom will talk him down, she always has."
"Blaine…" Kurt says, touching the spot William had hit. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Blaine says, taking Kurt's hand in his. "I love you. Don't ever forget that."
"I love you too."
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