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Okay. So this chapter is so short because there is going to be a part two either tomorrow or Monday!

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P.S The stuff in italics at the end is mainly Kurt's head talking!

In a way, Blaine was glad his parents had finally kicked him out. He'd gone round to pick up his stuff, and his mother had cried; his father hadn't been there. His mother had given him money and told him she'd talk his father into letting him come home. Blaine was supposed to be staying with Dr. Wilkes, but instead he was sleeping in his car. He showered at the gyms by sneaking in, pretending to be a member and using their showers. Blaine was free. He was no longer terrified of his father… he answered to no one but himself. He'd run, he'd be at the gym, he'd sleep late. Blaine was happy. Well, almost.

He'd wandered into the tyre shop for his first day and Burt had shown him around: Blaine picked it up pretty quickly. He knew cars, he knew how they worked. Burt watched him carefully - the kid was good. Burt had been talking to some of the Anderson's neighbour's again, they hadn't seen Blaine, and he hadn't been home in days.

"So, how's your father? Been a while since he brought his car here." Burt watched as Blaine tensed up instantly.

"He's fine… his car's in good shape." Blaine didn't look Burt in the eye.

"You get on well with him?" Burt tossed Blaine a cloth to wipe his hands on.

Blaine looked up at Burt. Burt could tell he was deciding whether he trusted him or not.

"We keep away from each other." Blaine said simply, wiping the grease off of his hands. "Tell me about Kurt."

Burt raised his eyebrows. "What? You know Kurt?"

Blaine smiled. "Tell me about him… What did you feel when you found out he was gay?" Blaine was watching Burt's face intensely.

"I love my son, no matter what… at first I was a little… confused, I suppose, but I got over it: if Kurt's happy, I'm happy." Burt smiled.

It was an odd question for Blaine to ask, but Burt didn't mind. He liked Blaine… the kid had a good head on that pair of shoulders. Even if he was fairly sure Blaine had slept with his son, Burt still liked him. Although he had yet to tell Kurt Blaine was working for him but that was understandable, he was a father after all.

"No matter what." Blaine repeated. "You're a good dad." Blaine went back to working on the underneath of the car that had been brought in this morning.

"Your dad doesn't feel the same?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business."

"I don't see how my reaction to Kurt being gay was any of your business."

Blaine looked at Burt curiously. He liked Burt. He had a way of answering back that Blaine admired.

"No." Blaine said. "My father does not feel the same, he hates me."

"No dad can hate their son."

"Then we're the exception; he hates me, and I hate him. It works out fine."

Burt looked down at Blaine; Blaine avoided his eye contact and instead pretended to be very busy with what he was doing. Pity set heavy in Burt's chest. Didn't the kid have anyone?

"What about your mother?" Burt asked slowly.

Blaine laughed. But the sound held no humour. "She just goes along with him."

"Look." Burt said. "Why don't you stay for dinner tonight?"

"I'm not looking for someone to pity me." Blaine said, setting his jaw.

Burt held up his hands. "Its not out of pity, I promise. It's a thank you… for your hard work. Plus, I'm sure Kurt would want you to stay."

Burt watched Blaine's face change immediately. A relaxed smile spread over his lips. "Okay." Blaine said, then paused. "Thank you."

Blaine went back to his work, a dopey smile still spread onto his face. Burt shook his head. The kid was shut up like a clam; it had clearly been a while since someone had asked Blaine how he felt about his situation. Fatherly instinct had kicked in, he would get the kid to admit he had been kicked out his house and then he would offer him the spare room. He'd help Blaine get his own place. Burt didn't know why he wanted to help Blaine, but the kid meant a lot to Kurt… And now Burt realized just how much Kurt meant to Blaine.

Jake watched Kurt walk up the pathway to his house. Kurt was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt again and was smiling as he walked. Jake could tell he was humming something to himself; he smiled. Happiness spread through his veins like warm honey. Kurt was here.

Jake swallowed and looked at the cheque that had been posted through his door the day before. John Anderson was being true to his promise. The money was good. Better than good. Jake was making more than he had ever made! He'd managed to pay his rent, and he'd paid off the money he owed to various friends.

Guilt. Jake rarely felt guilty for his actions. He was promiscuous; he was a heart breaker; he never felt any remorse for those he left behind. Yet here he was, being paid to date the most wonderful guy Jake had ever met - which was awesome - and he felt guilty. Guilt, like he'd never felt guilt before. Every time he saw Kurt or the money came through the door, his chest twisted painfully.

"Jake?" Kurt's voice floated through the door. Jake limped over and opened it up.

"Hey! You're up." Kurt said, smiling.

Jake grinned dopily back. He wasn't sure what to say. For the first time in his life he had been rendered speechless by a smile. Uh oh. Jake was falling in deeper than he had wanted to - this was meant to be about business.

"Jake?" Kurt raised his eyebrows.

"Hi." Jake said, then blushed. "I mean… yes…"

Kurt laughed. "Did you hit your head?" Reached forward Kurt brushed his hand through Jakes hair. "No bumps."

Jake shut the door behind them and leaned down to give Kurt a long kiss. Kurt kissed him back, happy that Jake was looking better. His face was still bruised but the colour had returned to his cheeks and the spark to his eyes. Blaine hadn't answered his mobile when Kurt tried to call. It had gone straight to voicemail. Well, good. Kurt was still mad at Blaine. Right? Yes. He was. Very mad. So mad. He definitely had not dreamt about Blaine last night, and he'd taken a cold shower this morning because it was hot, not because of the dream… which he hadn't had. The weather was hot. Not the dream. Kurt blushed.

"How do you feel?" Kurt asked, wrapping his arms around Jake's neck.

"Good." Jake said, smiling. "Much better now you're here."

Kurt laughed. "Yeah, whatever… don't think that your cheesy words will get me into your bed." Kurt grinned. He was feeling bolder this morning. He wasn't sure why. Perhaps it had been the dream… which he hadn't had.

Jake raised his eyebrows. "What will get you into my bed?" He grinned back, enjoying this flirty version of Kurt immensely.

Being Blaine gets me into your bed. Blaine. Blaine. Blaine. Blaine. Blaine.

Kurt thought about it for a while, still smiling. "I'll get in your bed if you can name who wrote the Notebook."

Jake opened his mouth. Damn. He had no fucking idea. He had a feeling Kurt knew that he wouldn't know the answer.

"That's not fair." Jake said.

Kurt shrugged. "Rules are rules, you'll be sleeping alone tonight." Kurt smirked and pecked Jake's lips, before letting him go and wandering into the kitchen.

Jake followed him, leaning against the doorframe and watching as Kurt reached for a glass from the top cupboard. The soft skin of Kurt's lower back was briefly exposed. Jake resisted the urge to press his lips against that porcelain skin right there and then. He didn't know what was happening, but suddenly he had all these… feelings for Kurt he hadn't had before. Before he had simply wanted to get Kurt into bed. He still did want to get Kurt into bed, but… now he wanted more than that. He wanted to make Kurt smile, laugh; he wanted to go places with Kurt; show him the art museums nearby; go for a picnic.

"Stop staring at me." Kurt said. "Its unnerving."

Jake laughed. "Sorry…"

Kurt smiled. Jake smiled back. They watched each other from across the kitchen. Jake didn't know what Kurt had done, what Kurt had said… but he was falling in love with him. Of that he was certain.

Kurt had gotten half way home before he realized Jake's mobile phone was in his bag. Kurt figured it had fallen in there whilst they had been fooling around. He'd give it back tomorrow. Oh God. Kurt was so confused. He loved being with Jake, he loved everything about Jake: Jake was hot, cute, funny, smart… he just… well just… he just… wasn't Blaine. Kurt realized that was the only thing wrong with Jake. He wasn't Blaine. And Kurt was desperately in love with Blaine.

"Dad?" Kurt called out, dropping his bag to the floor he looked around his father's tyre shop.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned around expecting to see Burt but instead, Kurt was confronted with the back of what could only be described as a God. The God's jeans were riding low on his defined hips; he was wearing a white vest t-shirt, showing off well toned arms. Beads of sweat lined his skin, rolling down the back of his neck. Damn. He should be illegal.

Kurt opened and closed his mouth a few times like a goldfish, before the God turned around. Blaine's hazel eyes… Blaine's dark curly hair… Blaine. It was Blaine. Blaine. Oh God. It was Blaine. Blaine had been working out. The full force of how much Kurt had desperately missed him since the time at the hospital, hit Kurt so hard he almost fell to the floor.

"Kurt." Blaine said.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

"B-Blaine… wh-what are you doing here?" Kurt couldn't stop staring. He didn't think he'd ever been so turned on in his entire life.

"Oh… I, um… work here now." Blaine looked slightly embarrassed. "Didn't your dad tell you?"

No. He definitely didn't. Can we get naked now?

"I've missed you." Kurt said, then cursed himself. Nice going Kurt. This guy just beat up your boyfriend and not only can you not stop picturing him naked, but also you miss him now too.

Blaine paused. "I um…"

"Kurt." Burt walked in smiling.

Kurt reluctantly dragged his eyes away from Blaine. "Dad, you didn't tell me Blaine was here!"

"Oh yeah, he's staying for dinner." Burt said waving his hand.

HE'S WHAT? Shit. Naked. Naked. Naked. Can I eat Blaine for dinner?

"If you don't mind." Blaine said slowly.

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I DO MIND, THE FACT THAT YOU'RE STILL WEARING CLOTHES. Shut UP brain. What is wrong with you? Naked. SHUT UP.

"Of course not." Kurt managed to stutter out. Oh yeah. Just have dinner with the guy who nearly killed your boyfriend. How moral of you. Maybe tomorrow you can punch a kitten.

Blaine smiled. "Great, mind if I use your bathroom to get changed?"

Can I come?

"Go for it." Burt said.

"I'll show you the way." The words were out of Kurt's mouth before he could stop them. Blaine smiled again as Kurt picked up his bag and began to lead the way.

They walked up the stairs, Kurt first and Blaine couldn't help remembering the last time they'd been on these stairs: drunk, desperate. Blaine swallowed.

Kurt blushed remembering the last time they'd been walking, or stumbling, as the case of been, up these stairs. He cleared his throat. Don't think about where Blaine's hands were. Don't think about where Blaine's hands were. Crap.

Before Kurt could even get out the words to direct Blaine to the bathroom, Blaine had pressed him somewhat forcefully back against the wall.

"Blaine!" Kurt hissed, shock lining his face. Shut up. This is what you want. Oh god. Please let him kiss me. NEED I REMIND YOU AGAIN BRAIN THAT HE BEAT UP YOUR BOYFRIEND. Look at that ass though. "What are you doing?"

"Kurt." Blaine almost growled. "I need you to kiss me."

Kurt looked at him. "Blaine… I don't understand what's gotten into you… One minute you're pushing me away, telling me our relationship is disgusting, and the next you're all over me! What's going on?"

"Kurt." Blaine repeated, somewhat more softly. "I don't know. When I'm away from you, I hate myself: what I am; who I am. I hate you quite often too… f-for making me feel like this. But when I'm with you… When I'm with you, I can't help myself. I need you, Kurt. Please, look me in the eye and tell me you don't feel it too."

"You beat up Jake." Kurt said.

"That asshole had it coming." Blaine growled. "But… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

"I happen to care a lot about that asshole." Kurt said indignantly. Or at least that's what he would have said had Blaine not pushed closer, their lips only a breath apart.

"I can't explain my feelings… A lot of the time I hate myself. I'm sorry you have to put up with my shit but…" he paused, eyes flickering to Kurt's lips. "If you don't want me to kiss you, just tell me to stop." Blaine leant his head down.

OKAY TELL HIM TO STOP. TELL HIM TO STOP RIGHT NOW. KURT HUMMEL YOU WILL TELL HIM TO STOP THIS SECOND. KURT HUMMEL THIS MAN BEAT UP YOUR BOYFRIEND. HE LEFT YOU. TELL HIM TO STOP, TELL HIM T- oh.

Blaine's lips were warm, his kisses soft. Kurt forgot everything else; all he could think was here, and now, and Blaine, and kisses. Before he could stop himself Kurt slid a hand into Blaine's hair and pulled him closer. Blaine's tongue touched Kurt's lower lip, asking for entrance, and Kurt opened his mouth obediently. Just tell me to stop.

Kurt sat hyperventilating in his room. Oh shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. He'd really fucked up this time. What was his fucking problem? And what was that fucking buzzing sound? Angrily Kurt ripped open his bag. Jake's phone buzzed loudly at him. Without thinking he opened up the text.

Deal's off.

You'll receive your last pay cheque next week.

I'm not paying you date him anymore.

Blaine's not my son anymore, so I don't care about protecting him from that Hummel kid.

John R. Anderson.

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