This may be a short chapter but trust me the next few will be longer

Chapter Fourteen: Heed My Warning

Kurt and Blaine had fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning, after a night of catching up on missed moments together, cuddled up in Blaine's bed, their boxers pulled on and their hair still a little damp from their two showers. So sated and exhausted, neither of them heard the alarm screaming at them to get up for breakfast, and it was just gone nine by the time they started to stir, just as the door to Blaine's suite burst open.

' BLAINE!'

Kurt groaned, rolling over and burrowing further into Blaine's arms, trying to ignore the shouting.

' BLAI…' the shouting cut off suddenly, closer than before and Kurt peeked out from under the covers, gasping at the sight of Michael stood in the doorway to the bedroom, his angry eyes taking in the clothes covering the floor and knocked over furniture, before sliding up to where his son lay in bed, his arms around the other boy.

' Oh shit' Kurt muttered, giving the stirring Blaine a shove hard on the chest. ' Blaine…'

' BLAINE! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?'

Blaine shot up, instantly awake as his father's voice filled his bedroom, staring at his father with wide eyes. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was only wearing boxers and his similarly dressed boyfriend was sat next to him. Michael was turning red, taking in both of their bare chests and their mussed up hair, the hickeys on both their necks and the messed up room.

' WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?' he suddenly exploded, making both boys jump.

' Dad…'

' YOU…BOTH OF YOU! OUT OF THAT BED NOW!' Kurt jumped out as if he had been electrocuted, grabbing his jeans and yanking them on, searching for his shirt, as Blaine approached his father, not bothering to pull on his own clothes. Kurt winced when he realised that his shirt was probably still in the living area.

' Dad, calm down, it's not…'

' DON'T YOU DARE BLAINE! DON'T YOU DARE MAKE EXCUSES! THIS IS WHY YOU DIDN'T COME TO BREAKFAST? YOU WERE FUCKING THAT FAG!' Michael roared, jabbing his finger in Kurt's direction, who froze in his place, eyes wide as he saw anger flash in Blaine's eyes.

' Don't call him that!'

' I WILL CALL HIM WHATEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE! THIS IS MY PALACE! MY HOME AND MY KINGDOM! YOU ARE MY SON AND I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS!'

' Allow what dad? Coz it's already happened before!'

' THAT FAG HAS SEDUCED YOU! MADE YOU THINK YOU'RE GAY! LOOK AT HIM! HE LOOKS LIKE A GIRL ANYWAY! WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HIM AND TIFFANIE!'

' I love him!'

' NO YOU DON'T! THIS IS JUST SOME WEIRD PHASE YOU'RE IN! ONCE YOU'RE MARRIED TO TIFFANIE YOU WILL SEE THAT GIRLS CAN SUCK COCK JUST AS WELL AS THAT FAG CAN!' Michael was going redder and redder in the face, his words echoing around the room and probably down the hallway. Behind him, both the boys could see Philippe and Claudia staring wide eyed at the argument, Isabelle running in with Christian, Sebastian and the twins, the Warblers and New Directions boy following quickly behind.

' I WILL NOT HAVE YOU DEFILE MY SON ANYMORE!' The king screamed, striding over to Kurt and grabbing his arm. ' MY SON DOES NOT LOVE YOU! YOU'RE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIS CONFUSION! I WANT YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE! OUT OF MY COUNTRY! COUNT YOURSELF LUCKY I'M NOT LOCKING YOU UP FOR CORRUPTING THE HEIR TO THE THRONE!'

' Dad! Let go of him!' Blaine exclaimed, dashing over and pulling Kurt from his father's grasp, shielding him with his own, now jean-clad body. ' He had never corrupted me! Never defiled me! We love each other! You just accept that I've found happiness with someone other than the person you picked out for me!'

Michael glared at Kurt over his son's shoulder. ' I warned you when you two apparently got together that you should stay away from my son' he snarled through gritted teeth. ' Now look what you've done! You fag!' In the living area, Kurt could see Puck and Wes holding Finn back, his hands already balled into fists. The rest of the royal family seemed to be frozen in place.

' Stop calling him that!'

' THAT'S WHAT HE IS!'

' And that's what two of your sons are as well then!' Blaine shouted, fists clenched, arms spread to shield Kurt. ' Dad! I'm gay! There's nothing I can do about that!'

' NO SON OF MINE IS A FAG!'

' WELL THEN I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR SON!' Blaine yelled. ' You keep saying you don't want Jack to be king, so I'm your only hope otherwise the Anderson name is taken from the crown! So you had better start accepting the fact that I'm gay dad! That's who I am! And Kurt is the one I am with! Kurt's the one I want to marry and the one I want to grow old with! And if you can't accept that then I'll leave right now!'

' I WILL NOT HAVE ANOTHER ONE OF MY SONS ABANDON WHO THEY ARE! YOU ARE MY SON! YOU WILL DO AS YOU'RE TOLD!'

' The last time I did what you told me to, I went to public school and was almost beaten to death by thugs!'

' FOR BEING A FAG! STOP PRETENDING TO BE ONE AND YOUR LIFE WILL BE EASY!' Michael roared. ' Being a fag won't get you the crown, it won't get you support and certainly won't get you heirs! You are the prince of Cicero and you will do your duty to this country!'

' I don't care about this country!'

' This country is in your blood!'

' I don't want to be part of something that won't allow me to marry the boy I love!'

' I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO ABANDON YOUR OWN FAMILY…YOUR OWN BLOODLINE FOR THIS BOY!'

' I don't care if you won't allow it! I'd abandon a lot more if it meant I could be with Kurt! You just don't want to have another son disrespecting you! You don't want the public to know how much of a failure you are as a father and role model!' Blaine yelled. ' None of your children like you! All four your sons ran away as soon as they had the opportunity, Ella hates you for always pushing those suitors on her and Emilie is afraid of you! All because you can't accept any of us for who we are! You want us to be how you want but we can't! You can't just change who you are dad! I'm gay! Jack's gay! My boyfriend is gay! Our sexualities don't make you a failure dad, they way you treat us does!'

Kurt saw it coming before Blaine did, but it came so fast he couldn't stop it, or move Blaine out of the way. Instead he could only watch as Michael's hand lifted, swinging through the air as if somebody had slowed down the Earth. Blaine barely had time to flinch as his father's hand came flying through the air, slapping him across the face.

And with the impact, the world sped up again. The force of the slap, which felt more like a punch, send Blaine staggering into the wall, holding his cheek and staring at his father in shock. Isabelle screamed. Kurt was at his side in seconds and Sebastian and Christian were at their father's, grabbing his arms.

Michael seemed shocked by his own actions, shaking off his oldest sons and taking a step towards Blaine, stopping when Kurt quickly stood in front of him, shielding him like Blaine had done for him.

' Blaine…I…'

Kurt looked round as Blaine took his hand and suddenly they were marching towards the door, pausing only to pull two shirts out of the draw, pushing past Michael and Blaine's brothers.

' Blaine, where are you…?'

' I'm doing something I should have done a long time ago!' Blaine snapped, stopping in the doorway, letting go of Kurt's hand long enough to pull on the shirt and button it up, Kurt hurrying to do the same. ' We're eloping'

With these words, Blaine strode off down the corridor, dragging Kurt along with him and shouting for the Warblers, Finn and Puck to follow. The prince snapped at a member of staff to order a limo for them and have it waiting by the time they got downstairs, not stopping despite his fathers calls of his name, not even his mothers.

It was like something had snapped in Blaine after his father had hit him; his cheek still shining and stinging bright crimson and his jaw aching already. He was angry. Angrier than he'd ever felt, and he knew that if he stayed he would have hit his father and he couldn't do that. Whatever the man said and did, he was still his father. That could never change, but he could change other things.

Luckily the limo was idling was waiting for them all and without a backwards look to the palace and the rest of the royal family gathered on the front steps, they piled in.

' Airport and step on it' Blaine told the driver. He then turned to Kurt, handing him his phone that he hadn't seen him pick up. ' Call your New Directions friends, tell them to be at the Lima Airport in nine hours, with clothes and stuff. Wes, the same with the Warblers'

' Dude, where are we going?' Finn finally asked.

Blaine grinned, lacing his fingers with Kurt's again. ' We're going to Las Vegas'

' KURT!'

As soon as they had landed in Lima Airport, Kurt had rushed out the doors, standing on the top of steps and waving to the rest of New Directions and the Warblers as they sprinted across the tarmac, their luggage abandoned. Laughing, he ran down the steps, throwing his arms around Mercedes as soon as she reached him first, burying his face in her shoulder and trying not the cry at the familiarity of her smell and the tightness of her hug. He pulled away with wet eyes, smiling as Rachel pulled him into a hug. He let them all pull him into a hug, and by the time they were done, he did have stray tears rolling down his cheeks, smiling at all of the people he'd missed.

' Hi' he sighed. They all laughed, and he laughed too, pulling Mercedes into another hug as the rest of them went to greet Finn and Puck as they jumped down from the plane, Rachel squealing with joy as Finn lifted her up in his arms.

' You okay Kurt?' Mercedes asked, pulling away slightly. He shrugged, resting his forehead against hers, eyes closed.

' I've just missed you all so much' he whispered. ' I know I had Finn and Puck, who have been great, but I still felt so alone out there, surrounded by people looking down on me, or people who didn't know why I was there'

Mercedes rubbed his back. ' It's fine now, you're back, we'll look after you…I'll look after you baby boy'

Kurt smiled, pulling her in for another hug. ' I love you Mercedes'

' I love you too Kurt, but come on, let's get on that plane before your boy toy throws a fit' his best friend laughed, pulling away and nodding to the doorway, where Blaine stood, leant against the wall, a small smile on his lips as he watched the sweet reunion. ' Hey white boy! Where are you taking us?' she demanded, as the staff started loading their luggage and refilling the engines with fuel. The New Directions members and the Warblers all looked up at him at her question, eager to know why they were all there.

Blaine grinned. ' I've decided to elope with Kurt' he explained and was met with confused looks. He sighed, before shouting ' We're going to Vegas baby!'

Santana started the cheering, racing up the steps and kissing the prince on the cheek before shooting into the plane, followed by the rest of the teenagers, all giving Blaine a kiss on the cheek as they passed, even the boys, following the latina's lead. Kurt giggled as he watched, following at the end with Mercedes and pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's lips.

They only had to wait twenty minutes before the flight staff announced that they were about to take off, and Blaine was quickly glad that he'd asked to use this certain jet, which was smaller than the one they used to get to Cicero, but was sectioned off, so they all could sit together, cheering as soon as they were level far off the ground. Trent from the Warblers turned to Blaine, sat with his arm around Kurt in one of the many couches on the plane.

' Why the sudden rebellion Blaine?'

The prince grinned. ' I say if Jack is allowed to go on benders then so am I'

A/N I know it's short! I'M SORRY! But the next one will be longer I promise!

How will they all get on in Las Vegas? Will Kurt and Blaine really get married in a little chapel on the boulevard (sorry, listening to Marry Me ;P)?

VEGAS BABY! :D

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