'Thank you for the coffee,' Kurt said as he and Blaine reached Kurt's front porch. He took Blaine's hand, swinging it. 'You didn't have to.'

'I wanted to,' Blaine cast him a sidelong glance, smiling. 'It can be your treat next time.'

Next time. Kurt had never considered the security of actually being in a relationship but that was one of the best parts. Feeling safe. Especially considering the idea of tomorrow's assembly.

'There's still an hour until curfew. Do you want to come in?'

'I probably shouldn't... dad will be wondering where I am.'

'Okay,' Kurt smiled uneasily. 'Does he...?'

'He doesn't know. About you. I want to tell him – I'm not sure how he'll take it.'

'No, you don't need to explain. I understand.' Now that the subject had been brought up, he didn't know whether or not to tell his father. It wasn't something either of them had ever considered. 'So, um – I don't know if I'll be seeing you tomorrow before the assembly. Are you doing anything on Sunday?'

'No,' Blaine smiled, but there was a hint of sadness. He glanced quickly over his shoulder, before pushing Kurt gently into the shadow that his porch created and kissing him. Kurt indulged in Blaine's lips for a few moments, before putting a hand on his chest, prompting him to stop.

'Blaine... I'm scared.'

'Scared?'

'About tomorrow. I mean, I'm always scared about assemblies but... now I have another thing to lose. And I'm terrified that I will.'

'Kurt.' Blaine pulled Kurt into his body quickly, fiercely, wrapping his arms around Kurt's frame. 'Don't you dare worry about me, please. I'm going to be okay.'

'How do you know that?'

'I... Trust me. Just let me do the worrying.' Blaine kissed the side of Kurt's neck, the closest place he could reach. 'I'll see you in the square on Sunday, at 2, okay? Goodnight, baby.' Kurt felt a pang in his chest that nearly overrode the soaring sensation in his stomach. Pull yourself together, he chastised. You were always going to fall in love, regardless of whether or not you might die. Enjoy it.

'Night.' He slowly kissed Blaine goodnight and then only broke eye contact when he closed his front door. Sighing, Kurt leaned back against the wall, tears stinging his eyes.

'Kurt?' He heard his dad call. Rubbing at his eyes, Kurt followed the voice into the living room. His dad was sitting on the couch, leaning his arms on his knees, looking up at Kurt with a troubled expression. 'Hey, kiddo.'

'Hey. What's up?'

'You're late home.'

'Sorry, I was with...'

'With?'

'Um.'

'Have you met someone, son?'

'Dad...'

'You can tell me, you know.'

'I know.'

'What's her name?'

'Dad...'

'Kurt, look. I'm hoping this is a stupid question, but I feel like I have to ask.' He sighed. 'It is a girl, right?' Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head almost an undetectable amount.

'His name is Blaine.'

'Kurt...'

'Dad! I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I don't like girls. I like Blaine. I know that isn't what you want, but-'

'Look. Son, I will love you, whoever you love. I think it's – I think it's just fine that you prefer boys. But... but that is going to make things more difficult for you. I'm scared for you, kid. I don't know what kind of treatment you can expect but just know, I'm fine with you.'

'Thank you, dad.'

'You have to think about what's going to happen, though. They want you married to a woman by the age of 21.'

'I know. Well, maybe I'll be dead by then.' Kurt commented offhandedly.

'That's not funny, son.'

'I know.' He sighed. 'Goodnight, dad.'

'Dad?' Blaine stood awkwardly in the doorway of his father's office. 'Do you have a minute?' His dad looked up from his desk.

'Is it important?'

'I think so.'

'Sit down.' Blaine walked in and sat in the chair in front of the desk. 'What is it?'

'Um... I think I'm in love, dad.' He blurted out.

'That's fantastic son,' his dad's voice lacked any emotion. 'Is she a nice girl?'

'He's not a girl.' There was a moment of silence before his dad responded.

'He?' His dad's eyes blazed with fury. 'Blaine – that is not an option. I don't know what you have been deluded into by this boy but I can assure you that you are not going to be doing anything with him anymore.'

'Oh come on, dad! I only told you that because I didn't want to keep it a secret from anyone.'

'Well, I will have no more of it. You are heir to the power over this great town and I will not have it run by a fag.' Blaine had never heard the word before, but the way his father spat it out, he knew it wasn't a compliment. 'You will not be allowed to see this boy anymore.'

'Y-you can't stop me.'

'I can't? I think you'll find I'm perfectly capable of-'

'Throwing your power around? You'll be too busy with your puppet show.' Blaine turned and stormed out. That was the first time he'd ever commented on his father's reign in front of him. He hated his father. Not for telling him he couldn't be with Kurt, although that pissed him off. He had always hated him, for being the leader of a trapped nation, he hated the assemblies, he hated this warped version of a society his father had constructed out of what Blaine knew was once a great place. The only thing that kept him going was the vow he made to himself that when he did take over the reign, as the oldest son of the leader, everything would change. No more assemblies, and everyone, whether gay, straight, purple, orange, dinosaur – everyone would be free to love who they wanted to love and do what they wanted to do. Humans had free will for a reason and Blaine wanted to see it. He walked into the living room and collapsed on to the sofa, slinging his arm over his eyes.

'What's going on?' Piped up his younger brother's voice from the other couch. Blaine grumbled in response. 'Is it dad?' Blaine removed his arm from his face and sat up, supporting himself on his elbows.

'Josh,' he started. 'Do you agree with what dad does? All of it?'

'Honestly? No. I think it's wrong. It suppresses people's free will and it raises robotic children with no sense of creativity. Our town seems really gray. But, his henchmen terrify me so I'm just gonna pretend like I do. Why do you ask?'

'Just something I've been thinking about a lot lately.'

'Blaine, I know you're all different and empowered and shit but I really don't think it's a good idea for you to try anything.'

'I'm not going to...'

'I don't mind, by the way.'

'Mind what?'

'That you like dudes.'

'Oh.' Blaine smiled briefly. 'Wait, how do you know?'

'Kinda guessed it? And I heard the first half of you guys' conversation.'

'Oh... Well, thanks, buddy.' Blaine smiled briefly. 'I'm going to bed.'

'See you.'

Thanks for reading and feedbacking :) I'm having serious problems with chapter five and thus the rest of the story, basically everything is jumbling up in my head (I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to write during my GCSEs...)

Anyway, LOVE and HUGS and TRIANGULAR EYEBROWS to all of you.