Hola. I'm sorry I didn't put this up yesterday, but I didn't even touch my computer. Sad, I know. But, I was busy. Anyways… Read on my little crazies.

Chapter ten

Human

Blaine's POV

Dave: So, Blaine. Wanna come to my house for dinner tonight?

Blaine: Yeah, totally.

Dave: Hey, Azimio!

Wait for it… Dave's gonna get slushied, I promise you… Yes!

Blaine: Haha! … Sorry… Let's go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up.

Dave: So that's what it feels like to be slushied…

Blaine: Doesn't feel too nice, does it?

Dave: not really… Back to the topic of dinner. Do you want me to pick you up at the hotel?

Blaine: Sure.

Dave: I'll pick you up around 6-7 then.

Blaine: okay. I'll see you then.

Dave: Blaine. I love y… your laugh. It's adorable…

Blaine: Thank you, David.

…

Wow… I think I might have dressed up too much. Dave is standing out there in faded holey blue jeans, an even more faded maroon T-shirt; and his old, beat-up sneakers. I'm wearing new, dark blue skinny jeans, a dark purple v-neck, and my nice black leather boots. I feel… Out of place and very overdressed.

Dave: Blaine, come on. Don't you wanna come to dinner?

Blaine: What? Oh yeah, coming.

Dave: hey, Blaine. Why'd you dress up so much?

Blaine: I wanna make a good impression, don't I?

Dave: I know my dad's going to love you, Blaine.

Blaine: Even though my face's messed up?

Dave: Blaine. You're face looks amazing. You, in general, look amazing.

Blaine: Awwww. Dave, do you really think that?

Dave: Of course I do, Blaine.

Blaine: Honestly, even with you hurting me, I have no clue how I could have ever NOT liked you.

Dave: Don't talk if you're gonna lie.

…

Dave: hey, dad. I'm home.

Paul(I hope you don't mind me calling him Paul): Welcome home, David. Who's your friend?

Blaine: Hi, Mr. Karofsky. I'm Blaine Anderson.

Paul: Please, call me Paul.

Blaine: Yes sir.

Dave: Dad. Blaine's the reason I joined Glee Club.

Paul: Ooh! So you sing, Blaine?

Blaine: A little..

Dave: A little? You're like, a rock star, Blaine!

Blaine: I wouldn't say that..

Dave: Yeah? Well I would. Dad, you have got to hear him.

Paul: Blaine. Have anything ready to sing today?

Blaine: Well… Do you have problems with any particular type of music?

Paul: Not at all. Sing anything you want.

I feel like a loser
I feel like I've lost
I feel like I'm not so sure if I feel anything at all
But believe me, I'm not helpless I just
Need someone to love
So my situation's rough
But that just makes me a dumb human
Like you

I feel like a shortstop
Along third base
I may just help you but I still don't like your face
But believe me, I'm not hostile I just
Want to hear you laugh
When I'm sarcastic like that
But that just makes me a dumb human
Like you

Why
Do I have this incredible need to stand up
And say "Please, pay attention?"
It's the last thing that I need
To make myself seen
Well, that ain't my intention
No

I feel like an artist
Who's lost his touch
He likes himself in his art, but not his art too much
But believe me, I've got something
I just don't know how to say
That I'm just fine with the way
With the way that I move in
But that just makes me a dumb human
That just makes me
That makes me a human like
You

Paul: that was amazing, young man!

Dave: Dude! I didn't know you could sing like that! You were really into that song.

Blaine: Well… I wrote that song, so that might be why…

Dave: You wrote that?

Blaine: Yeah.

Paul: that was really good. I can see why David thinks you're a rock star.

Blaine: Well… I was in a good writing mood when I wrote that.

Dave: What do you mean?

Blaine: That's when I came out to my parents. They didn't take it so well at first… I felt dumb.

Paul: You're gay?

Blaine: Yes, sir. I am. A-are you okay with that? I-I can leave, if you want me to.

Paul: Don't bother. I'm fine with it.

Blaine: You scared me for a second, there.

Dave: Dad?

Paul: Yes, David?

Dave: What if… I was gay?

Paul: David. You're my son, and I support you in everything you do. … Is there something you need to tell me?

Dave: Blaine's my boyfriend…

Paul: Oh, really?

Oh crap… I think I'm gonna puke… I wasn't expecting him to actually come out to his dad today…

Dave: Yeah…

Paul: Then… Why were you so mean to Burt's son?

Dave: I was afraid to come out and.. well.. I guess… I was jealous that he was comfortable being himself and I wasn't…

Paul: Did he know? Is that why he said you threatened to kill him?

Dave: I did… I didn't mean it.. I was just scared he was gonna tell people that I-…

Paul: That you're gay?

Dave: No.. That.. that I..

Blaine: Dave kissed Kurt.

Paul: Oh?

Dave: I understand if you're upset, dad…

Paul: Well… You need to apologize to Kurt. And Ms. Sylvester. AND you could've told me sooner.

Dave: Blaine's the only reason I'm telling you now…

Paul: thank you, Blaine. And thank you, David. I'm glad you finally told me. Blaine, it's getting late. Are your parents gonna worry about you?

Blaine: No. Not at all. I guarantee you.

Paul: And why not?

Blaine: My parents live a few hours away. I'm staying at a hotel in Yoder.

Paul: Oh. Interesting. Well. Feel free to stop by here any time you want.

Blaine: thank you, Paul.

Dave: You mean it, dad?

Paul: of course, David! Anyone you date is always welcome under our roof.

….

I don't see Paul as being homophobic. I don't know why, I just don't. Sorry if you feel the opposite. Chapter eleven is…. In progress. Again, sorry if it gets delayed. I'm sorry for any and all errors in this story… I've noticed a bunch, I just don't feel like going in and changing them… I mean, come on. I already had to write this story once…