Alex repressed a slight shiver as he recalled one of the most uncomfortable and frightening experiences of his youth, enough to tell his parents, finally, about what happened to him.

"It was after gym class, and the locker rooms were starting to empty, I told my friends from the class that I would meet them outside, because we were going to get ice-creams and hang out after school," Alex recalled as Kurt and Blaine sat very still, and still clutching him between them, "I didn't notice the others coming in until they flanked me, but by then I knew my friends were out of ear shot, so I didn't yell or anything...and I tried to stand my ground...I thought he was aiming for a swirly or something, I did not expect what happened next."

He closed his eyes tightly as his chest swirled with a little fear mixed with shame, and he gripped both of his dads' hands and managed to tell the story.

"He called me a fag, as they always did," Alex started, a little hesitantly, "but something about the way he was looking at me then wasn't right. I had taken my shirt off, in the middle of getting changed out of my gym clothes, and he sneered something to one of the other guys...quietly so I didn't hear it."

"Alex-"

"Let me get through this, please," Alex interrupted them both as they opened their mouths, and they shut them and waited, "he grabbed me by one arm and then threw me to the floor, being bigger and a little stronger than I was back then...I remember thinking, ok this is a beating then, but I was wrong..."

Alex could still feel hands on his arms, and knees pressing his legs down into the floor, which was cold underneath him, he could hear the manic laughter from the bullies.

"He said, 'Aww look at little Alex here, struggling to get up...bet you don't struggle like this with your faggot fathers huh?' And I had no idea where he was going with that, I just kept struggling to escape," He told them and they both shared a look over his head, "they had teased me before about having two gay dads and being gay myself, maybe I was their own personal fuck toy or something."

Kurt gasped a little.

"But I didn't...I mean I always tried to stand up for you guys too, and I think I started resenting not having a 'normal' family," Alex said using air quotes around the word normal, with a frown, "anyway, they kept me still while he kept talking...I can always hear it so clearly when I think about it."

He closed his eyes tightly again as memories hit him.

'So I guess that makes you a slut right?'

'Yeah, he's a slut alright.'

'Letting older guys fuck you, is that it?'

'Do you like being fucked by your daddies?'

'Bet you do, you little faggot.'

'Maybe we should have a go, what do ya say boys? Feel like fucking a little slut?'

Alex took a deep breath in after repeating the words inside his head to Kurt and Blaine, not even lifting his head to look at them because he knew how much pain would be in their eyes.

"As soon as he asked the others if they should...fuck me...I screamed and yelled and started kicking with my legs, but they only laughed and held me down more," he said feeling helpless just like he did back then, "I couldn't get away, and he started tugging my shorts down..."

Kurt whimpered and shot his irate and teary blue eyes to Blaine, who looked back at him with the same look, pained and horrified, before they fell silent again and squeezed Alex's hands tighter.

"Once they took my shorts off, they were laughing as I was kicking them, and struggling to get my arms free too...he pulled my underwear down and then...I could feel his hands sliding over my ass, it was awful. But I just stopped struggling...and I just lay there, crying silently, begging for someone to find me and stop them...but nobody came."

Alex shuddered as he remembered those fingers trailing the middle between his cheeks, and he thought for sure he would be raped right there on the locker room floor.

"...he dipped a finger down towards...you know, and they were all still laughing, but then he stopped and they let me go," Alex said, fighting tears again, "they all stood around as I curled up again, willing myself not to puke at their feet...and he gripped my hair and pulled me to my knees..."

'You really think any of us would do that with you? You really are a little faggot aren't you.'

"He shoved my face on his..." he trailed off, but Kurt and Blaine both understood what he meant, "and then pushed me to the floor again. Then they all laughed once more, gave me a couple of kicks and then left."

"Oh honey," Kurt said with a little sob, pulling Alex into his arms again, "I am so sorry that you went through that, all alone."

"I was ashamed of it for a while, felt like I was weak because I couldn't fight back. Then that's when the anger started appearing...and then I started fighting more. Got into trouble, then started drinking, smoking...anything I could to not think about it."

"You are so strong to have gone through all of that and then rebuild your life baby, and we are proud that you are our son." Blaine told him and Alex gave him a small smile.

"Yeah we are so proud...and I am so sorry that I jumped to conclusions about you and Max, I didn't mean to." Kurt told him, with open honesty in his gaze and Alex felt a little better, "for the record, we think you and Max are so right for each other."

"Yeah we do, he's so sweet and kind, you did good." Blaine added and then Alex laughed lightly.

"Yeah, I'm just glad he liked me back."

"Of course he did, you're amazing sweetheart, and anyone would be lucky to have you." Kurt told him, putting a hand underneath Alex's chin to turn his gaze to him, instead of his hands.

Alex gave Kurt a bright smile. With all of his story finally free from him, he felt so much lighter. And now that they had an explanation for the way Alex had been all those years ago, they could all finally move on and be a real family again.

"You think Max might be...the one?" Blaine asked as they all sat around silently, just taking comfort from each other for a moment.

"Yeah, you know what, I think he is."