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Blaine pulled away from Kurt after he figured the message had sunk in. Immediately he braced himself.

His dad cursed like a sailor and his mom gaped at the two, Blaine's heart sped up at the looks on their faces. Kurt, however, was just a bit dazed and terrified at the same time. He was NOT expecting that!

The two boys faced Blaine's parents, Blaine wearing a smug smile and Kurt wearing a scared fake smile.

"How could you….. Blaine….." tears poured from his mom's face.

"I will not have this in my house! You are a disgrace! I don't have a son anymore! What would possess you to sin so awfully? God will not forgive you now, and neither will I. I want both of you out of my house within half an hour!" Blaine's dad shouted at Blaine.

"But, Jeff, where will he go?"

"I don't give a crap. He isn't our son anymore."

Blaine stood gathering up his courage to say something, feeling small and weak, but most of all unloved.

"Why can't you still love me? What have I done that is so awful? Why can't I be with Kurt because we love each other?" Blaine felt tears dripping down his cheeks, his eyes stung and his throat felt dry.

"You cannot possibly love unless you love the way God intended! NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

He muttered something about "and under my own roof too… such a horrid excuse for a son, for anyone.."

His mom was leaning over on her lap crying softly while his dad stormed out of the room.

The horrible thunder outside and the blinding lightning made the situation surreal.

Kurt felt lost, he had never seen Blaine cry, and he had just gotten Blaine kicked out of his own house.

Blaine grabbed Kurt and pulled him up the stairs. Crashing through the door to his room, he grabbed a black and black duffle bag and his maroon and navy blue school messenger bag. First he threw in two tee shirts and two pairs of jeans plus his Dalton uniform, next were his toiletries, hair gel and brush, after the necessities he added his Harry Potter PJ's and his collection of classic musicals and movies. His phone and charger were added on top, and Blaine threw his bag over his shoulder. On the way out Blaine grabbed his car keys, wallet, sunglasses, and student ID card.

Kurt gently watched him walk toward the stairs and followed, scared to death of the sinister smile engraved on his boyfriend's face.

The two stood at the bottom of the stairs as Blaine opened the front door. Light rain pelted the stone walkway as thunder crashed above. The moon lit up the night well enough to see the dark clouds surrounding it.

Blaine's mom peeked out from the kitchen when she heard the door open. Her wide eyes filled with tears as Blaine gave her a 'I-hope-you're-happy' smile.

"Blaine… no…" Her voice was small and terrified, but not for her son, for her when the world figured out that the 'perfect Anderson's' had kicked their son out of their house at only 17. For reasons the world must never know.

"Cindy, I.." Kurt saw the pain in using his mom's real name.

"What Blaine?" His mom's worried look was beginning to fade at the thought of perhaps keeping her son on the down low until he turned eighteen and graduated from Dalton.

"I.. hate you." Tears threatened to appear on his face as his mom broke down.

Kurt silently stared at the open door swinging in the breeze.

"Kurt, let's go."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand as a way of agreement and together they stepped outside into the rain; muffled sobs as their only form of farewell.

The giant door slammed shut and the world went quiet. Even the rain seemed to sense the tension and stopped momentarily.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand.

"Courage" The first word Kurt had said after the explosion, and instantly Blaine felt so much better.

Together they walked to Blaine's car and climbed in after throwing their stuff in the back.

"Um,-" Blaine tried to ask if Kurt's house would be okay.

"Don't be silly, of course."

"Your dad won't mind?"

"He might if you were randomly coming over to spend the night, but I think he will understand completely." They flicked of the high beams as Kurt's house was approaching.

They pulled into the driveway and Blaine turned the key. The night once again went silent.

"Thanks." Blaine's voice broke at the end, and sobs heaved from his chest.

Kurt realized Blaine had been running on adrenalin and fright, and now that the truth had set in, the fear of his parents was gone, and exhaustion had begun to creep up on him, Blaine broke down crying on the dashboard of his car. Heartbreaking sobs came from Blaine as he put his face in his hands.

'What just happened, why does Kurt have to see me like this? Why me?'

At the new thoughts Blaine began to bawl all over again. His eyes were dry and red, his throat sore, his nose was stuffy, and he was wet from walking in the rain.

He looked so innocent and sad, and Kurt couldn't do anything to help him. He hoped both of Blaine's parents were feeling the misery their son was, running out of tears, all their hope and will for life blatantly gone from their hearts, the two people who at one point swore they loved him ready to kick him out of their lives in two seconds.

Kurt realized they were sitting in a cold car in the pouring rain, and it was time to go inside. Blaine didn't notice as Kurt opened the door and slid out, for once not caring about his clothes, and picking up the suitcase from the trunk. Putting in on one shoulder, he opened the driver's side door with his other hand, and fought the urge to cry with the broken boy. Blaine needed him to be strong.

Rain fought against Kurt and the shorter boy leaning on his shoulder for support as they walked to the front door.

Kurt managed to keep Blaine from crying long enough to open the door and lead him inside. He tossed his boyfriend's duffle and school satchel at the foot of the stairs, reached for Blaine's hand and wandered into the kitchen. He heard football from the couch, and saw Burt and Carole's light on upstairs.

"Umnh soo sorrehh" Blaine managed through tears. Kurt normally would have fought back a smile at Blaine's pitiful attempt at "I'm so sorry!", but now nothing seemed funny, nothing even seemed laughable and comfortable as it always was with Blaine.

Carole rounded the corner from the living room into the kitchen and gasped at seeing the two boys there.

"Kurt! Blaine! You scared me half to death!" Carole said with a joking tone until she saw Blaine's red eyes.

Kurt pleaded for Carole to understand, to see what had happened, to not say anything, to read his mind, anything at all, when he heard her go into mother-mode and look into Blaine's miserable eyes.

"Blaine, honey, are you okay?" That was all it took for Carole to say; Blaine's knees went weak and he buried his face into Kurt's shoulder. Sobbing came from the boy using Kurt as a support. Kurt hugged him back, tears of his own stinging his eyes.

"Oh sweetie…" Carole immediately knew Blaine needed someone right now, and that someone was Kurt.

Finn came into the kitchen figuring Kurt was home, and Finn needed someone to help him with Star Fighters, a video game which required two people.

Rounding the corner, his eyes meet a much different scene.

Kurt glanced up as he was leading Blaine to the stairs and saw Finn staring at him. Assuming he would be pushed away, Finn turned to go, but Kurt gave him the five minute sign and shot him a sad smile. Finn gave him a sad, confused look in response before walking back to the couch.

"Okay, Blaine, here you go, okay." Kurt mumbled once in his room with Blaine. Walking into the tiny bathroom he hung up a dry towel and turned the shower to just hot enough. He told Blaine to go take a hot shower to clear his head, and Blaine obliged.

While Kurt was setting up a pillow and blanket on the small loveseat by the window, he heard a soft knocking at the door. When he opened it up, he found Finn standing there.

"Hey, I saw, you know, is everything okay?" Before Kurt could reply, Finn added," I mean, I talked to mom and she said that he was going to stay here tonight and he needed you there to help him, but she wouldn't tell me why. It's okay if you don't want to tell-"

"Listen, Blaine kis-ssed me in front of his parents as his way of telling them he was gay, and they freaked and kicked him out. He started to cry and break down, and so I thought a shower might help. That's why the water is running." Kurt interrupted Finn's awkward rambling.

Finn was taken aback. They had kissed? Blaine's parents JUST found out their son was gay? His parents kicked out a 17 year old?

Finn cursed silently.

"Dang dude… What is he going to do? This is serious.."

Kurt let out an exasperated sigh.

"I honestly have no idea. I guess he will live here until Dalton returns from break in four days, and then life will return to normal for him."

"Worst answer ever! The kid no longer has parents! What will happen when summer break happens?"

"Sorry if I'm freaking out here, Finn! FYI, I'm scared to death too!" Kurt's voice had raised a couple octaves.

Finn noticed the water turned off the same time as Kurt, and wasn't surprised when the door was not quite slammed in his face.

Blaine stepped out of the bathroom wearing his Potter PJ's and holding a damp towel. Kurt noticed how Blaine's hair looked adorable stuck to his face and completely un-gelled.

Blaine dropped the towel in the laundry basket and walked over to Kurt to hug him. Blaine's eyes closed as he squeezed Kurt's torso.

"I'm so sorry. Thank you for helping me, I can't believe I lost it like that" Blaine spoke into the back of Kurt's shoulder as he hugged him.

"I can't imagine anyone going through what you did and NOT losing it like that." Kurt honestly replied.

"I'm okay now. Go ahead and shower." Blaine sounded sure, so Kurt took him up on the shower offer.

Kurt took off his shirt before stepping into the steamy bathroom and Blaine couldn't help but notice how perfect Kurt's skin was. It made Blaine shiver.

He lay on Kurt's bed and listen to the water; both from the rain and the shower. He thought of how much he would not miss being forced to return home every break, and also of how two people could hate their son so much… no, he must not think about that.

About how if Kurt didn't love him anymore, how he would be completely alone in this world, with absolutely nobody to care about him… No, stop thinking out this!

He swore he would never think about the "s" word again. He had only attempted it once, in seventh grade, by taking eight aspirins. Thankfully Blaine had weak stomach and threw them all back up after five minutes..

"KISS ME GOODBYE, I'M DEFYING GRAVITYYYYYYYYYYYYY" Kurt's pitch perfect voice rang out from the shower and distracted Blaine from his thoughts.

When he chucked for the first time that night, he ending up sniffling. When he reached up to wipe his nose, he felt tears of his cheeks. The pain flooded back, and for the second time that night, he curled up and cried.

Kurt finally shut off the water and emerged from the washroom wearing dark blue silk PJ's and a towel on his shoulders. His hair was loose and damp.

He wanted to cry when he saw and heard Blaine sobbing on his bed. Kurt sat beside Blaine and stroked his hair. Blaine rolled over and gave Kurt the saddest sad face ever. It hurt Kurt's heart. Blaine lay of Kurt's chest until he was snoring peacefully and Kurt was having trouble staying awake as well.

Pulling himself off the bed from a very clingy sleeping beauty (Blaine), Kurt managed to fall face flat on the floor. Laughing to himself, he froze, hoping to everything the fall had not woken up his boyfriend.

He checked the clock. 12:55.

Slowly shifting his way through the dark toward the loveseat, he managed to stub his toe twice on who knows what. Finally curled up tightly on the small bench, he closed his eyes and began to think of the Broadway performance of West Side Story.

From across the room Kurt suddenly heard ," Whereda go?"

Kurt opened his tired eyes and saw Blaine sit up slowly.

"Shhhhh" Kurt figured this worked at his girl-night sleepovers with Brittney, so it might work on his boyfriend. Sure enough, it did, and Blaine fell back down on the pillows and began to snore softly.

"Goodnight my prince" Kurt whispered mainly to himself.