Hello! Hope everyone having/had a great weekend!

Thank you so much for reading this story and even spreading it to the others! I really appreciate it!

And thank you so much my sis and beta, Tianay, for your help. I couldn't continue this story without you. You have no idea how much I appreciate your work!

Okay, here's chapter 14. Hope you enjoy! :) xxx

Chapter 14

The next day, Blane and Burt flew to New York. Even though Blaine now had Burt on his side, he was still unsettled and wary the entire plane ride. It was visible enough for Burt to notice that. Once they got to LaGuardia airport and went through the custom, he pulled him to the side to avoid people rushing to the exit.

"Hey, are you okay, Kiddo?" Burt asked Blaine, looking into his eyes.

"I…," Blaine looked stammered. "I don't know. I'm nervous."

"I know," Burt offered a soft smile. "But it'll be okay. Kurt is gonna be okay. We'll get him by the end of the day."

"I hope so."

"We will," Burt assured him although he didn't know how things would go either.

"I'll ask my friend at the restaurant to see if Frank has come in," Blaine took out his phone from his back pocket of his jeans and started texting Jeff. He was relieved that Burt was with him.

I need to know if Frank is at work. – Blaine

Well, hello to you too. You haven't talked to me since you burst out to the airport yesterday! How did it go? Where are you? Are you with Kurt's dad? Did you talk to Kurt? – Jeff

Sorry I didn't contact you earlier. Yes, I'm with Kurt's dad at the LaGuardia airport now. We've just arrived. I need to know when Frank comes in, so then we can go to his house to talk to Kurt. — Blaine

That's good. He's not here yet. That's why I'm texting you right now. – Jeff

Okay. Let me know when he comes in. – Blaine

Will do. — Jeff

Thanks. – Blaine

Shortly after that, Blaine got a text from Jeff that said Frank came in. It was time to move. He and Burt took a taxi to Kurt's and Frank's house. Burt gave the driver the address and they got to the destination within an hour and a half.

The house was in a quiet residential area. Nice houses were lined on a street. Kurt's and Frank's house was a small corner house with a mahogany-colored brick wall.

"This is my first time coming here," Burt admitted as they got out of the taxi and stood in front of the house. "I've never been invited."

"I'm sorry," Blaine said giving Burt a sympathetic look.

"Nah, it's okay," Burt shrugged. "I don't like Frank, and I know he doesn't like me either."

They climbed up a few stone steps and Blaine took a deep breath before he reached to ring the doorbell.

A few moments later, they heard someone unlock the door and they both swallowed hard.

The door was open and there was Kurt looking at Blaine with wide eyes. "Blaine… How did you…"

"I led us here," Burt emerged from behind Blaine into Kurt's view. "Is it a bad time, Son?"

"Dad," Kurt gasped and his eyes went even wider in surprise. He didn't expect to see both of them anymore in his life and there they were, standing next to each other. What was going on?

"Kurt, I'm sorry we had to come without notice," Blaine apologized. "But you wouldn't talk to anyone and we had no choice."

"You shouldn't be here," Kurt said weakly, looking at Burt and then at Blaine.

"Oh but we're here now," Burt insisted. "Let us in. I think we need to catch up a little."

Kurt thought for a moment whether or not he should slam the door shut and ignore them, but he couldn't do that to the two men he loved. Obviously they were here for him. Even though he knew nothing would change his mind, he decided to hear what they had to say. That was at least he could do. "Come in."

The house was small but very stylish. However, Blaine didn't feel the warmth that houses usually held and only felt coldness, like Frank's personality. He couldn't believe this was his and Kurt's house. Kurt was such a sweet and warm person, and Blaine believed if he decorated the house and most importantly, if he loved being here, it wouldn't feel like this. If Kurt called this home, it would be warm and welcoming atmosphere, like Parkside Grill & Bar, which Kurt was in charge of the design and he loved working there. So it was easy to guess everything in this house was Frank's taste, and he also could tell Kurt didn't like being here.

There was few furniture and they were all black or white. Not one family picture was seen – even a single picture of Frank and Kurt. But there were some landscape paintings hanging on the walls instead. The house felt… nothing.

"You grew a beard," Kurt said to Blaine, who snapped back to reality, with a small smile on his lips as he ushered him and his father to the living room. He fought back the urge to touch it. "It's different, but I like it."

"Oh… I didn't mean to grow it," Blaine denied, rubbing it with his fingers. He didn't even realize how long it had become. He didn't remember the last time he saw himself in a mirror either. "I'm not working now, so my beard is less of a concern."

As Kurt nodded, Blaine recognized what he was wearing. It looked familiar. "Is that my shirt?"

Kurt was wearing a white shirt with a blue anchor stitch on its left hem. It was the one Blaine bought when they went out together after Kurt decided to stay at Blaine's and Jeff's apartment. It was the one Kurt chose for him. The one he took from Blaine's apartment as a reminiscence of him when he left.

"Oh… Is it?" Kurt asked lamely. "I must've taken this by accident. I'm sorry. I'll wash and…"

"You can keep it," Blaine told Kurt. "I want you to keep it."

"Okay… Thank you," Kurt said sheepishly, opening the door to the living room. "Please sit down. Do you guys want something to drink?"

Blaine and Burt both said no. They sat down on the couch side by side and Kurt took a seat the other side of the coffee table.

"Kurt, I'm here to help you get out of your marriage," Burt talked first. "Blaine told me about Frank. You shouldn't be near him. We're worried about you."

"Kurt, please leave him," Blaine begged. "I'm not asking for you leaving him and be with me. All I want is your safety. You know how dangerous he is. Whatever he told you, you can't trust him."

"Thanks, but this is my marriage," Kurt said defensively. "I appreciate your concern, but I'm not going to change my mind. I'm not a child any more, I can take care of myself. Please leave me alone."

"No, Kurt," Burt protested. "I've done this before. And that left us what? Nothing but a disconnection of our family bond. I'm sorry, Son. I can't let the same thing happen all over again. I shouldn't have let you marry that monster. I should've…"

"If you think that much," Kurt was now screaming. He didn't mean to yell at his father, but his emotions that were bottled up for years were spilling over in front of him and he couldn't stop himself. "Why didn't you tell me the reason I shouldn't have married him earlier? And told me not to marry him, not the night before the wedding? Why did you chose that timing anyway? I thought you didn't care about my happiness and that hurt me like hell!"

"Do you think I wanted that?" Burt asked his son desperately. "Do you think I deliberately chose that moment to tell you not to marry, not to accomplish your lifetime dream to be someone's husband? Because I didn't! Not in a billion years! You'll never know how much that hurt me too, being rejected by you. Trust me, I've regretted my action big time, Kurt."

"I don't know, Dad," tears were filling up in Kurt's eyes. This was not what he had imagined it would be when he amended the relationship with his father. He was thinking he would apologize right away and they would be all fine again. He definitely didn't expect to dredge up bad memories and argue with him over something that happened in the past.

"Don't do this, Kurt. Just hear me out, okay?" Burt sighed. "After the wedding, I promised myself that I wouldn't back off ever again when it was necessary. I'll stand up for you until the day I die. Because that's my damn job to be your father. I protested your marriage, but I had a reason to do so."

"Because you didn't like Frank. I know," Kurt stated dryly.

"No. I mean, yeah, that too. But the thing is," Burt posed before he opened his mouth again. "He was cheating on you, Kurt."

"What!?" Kurt and Blaine cried at the same time.

"What do you mean, Dad?" Kurt asked incredulously. He tried to understand what he heard but it seemed rather difficult for him. "He was cheating on me, before our wedding?"

Even though it had been over a year, it didn't get any easier for Burt to tell his son about this; to tell him what he knew. "Kurt, do you remember what happened at the hotel we all stayed the night before the wedding? About your tie?"

"Um… Yeah," Kurt recalled that night and remembered what his father was talking about. "We ordered brand ties for the wedding but something went wrong and they weren't delivered. So Frank had to go to the shop to pick them up two days before the wedding."

"Yes. And you forgot to get yours from him before going to the hotel and asked me to go to his room to get it, so you wouldn't have to see him before the big day. Because you believed it was bad luck."

"It is bad luck," Kurt frowned.

"Okay, okay," Burt quieted him with his hand. "Anyway, I went to his room to get your tie."

… … …

It was the night before the wedding. Everyone including all the guests for the wedding stayed at the hotel where Kurt and Frank worked. Frank and Kurt decided to stay in a different rooms because Kurt was superstitious and he thought seeing his fiancé before the wedding was bad luck. Frank didn't complain about it. Kurt spent the night with his father and his friends for his bachelor party, going out to a gay bar, then a karaoke bar. It was almost midnight when he decided to call it a day. He didn't want to have a hangover next day at his own wedding.

As soon as Kurt stepped one foot in the room, he realized what he forgot. "Oh my God."

Burt almost walked into Kurt's back but stopped right behind and asked. "What is it? Were you supposed to walk in the room with your right foot first or something?"

"My tie," Kurt wasn't in a state where he noticed his father's sarcasm. "Frank has my tie. I forgot to get it. Dad, I need my tie for tomorrow." He panicked. He thought he prepared everything but obviously he didn't.

"Fine, I'll go," Burt mumbled. "What room number?"

"9010. Thank you so much, Dad. You're my savior, literally!" Kurt said in relief, clapping his hands.

Burt chuckled and went to Frank's room right away which was one level below Kurt's floor. When he approached a few doors away from his room, he saw a guy who he had never seen around before coming out from his son's fiancé's room, followed by Frank.

"I'll call you when I come back from the honeymoon, sexy," Frank told the guy and leaned to kiss him passionately on his lips.

"l miss you already," the guy whispered with a smile as they pulled apart.

"Me too." Frank said, then they kissed once again before the guy walked off to the opposite direction of Burt.

Frank was going inside, but Burt stopped him. "What the hell was that, Frank?" He asked angrily. He didn't need to ask, because it was obvious that he walked in on his son's fiancé having an affair.

"Burt," Frank said surprisingly. He didn't expect to see Burt here but by Burt's glare, he knew he got caught. But he decided to act normal. "What are you doing here? Is Kurt okay?"

"Shut up, Frank," Burt snarled. "I came here only to grab Kurt's tie, and what did I just see? What are you doing? You're supposed to get married tomorrow, with my son," He reminded Frank. "Unless that guy fell right into your mouth, explain what it was."

"It was only a kiss," Frank scoffed and turned his back to Burt.

"It was still cheating," Burt spat, knowing it wasn't only a kiss, judging from the way they kissed. He was feeling sick. "I'll tell my son. You can't marry him now."

"Burt, calm down," Frank turned around to see him. "We are getting married tomorrow. Kurt loves me like crazy. Don't you see it? He trusts me more than anyone else. You have no proof. He won't believe you but hate you for lying such things the rest of his life. If you tell him, it'll break your little boy's precious heart into million pieces and he won't get over it. Do you really want that?

"You little…" Burt clenched his fists so hard. He couldn't remember if he had ever experienced anger this much before. "He's stronger than you think. He'll be fine."

"Oh I will make sure he won't be," Frank told Burt with a vicious smirk. "Seriously, Burt. Don't tell him and it'll be all good. Believe it or not, I love him. I can assure you that he has a bright future with everything he wants if he stays with me. He can have a secure job, money, nice house, family and love. But if you tell him, I can't promise you all that. He'll end up having nothing and only being miserable."

"You want a second chance? Fine," Burt gritted his teeth. "But promise me you'll never cheat on him again and make him happy," he managed to say it, still glaring at Frank.

"I'll try," was all Frank said. "You made the right decision, my father-in-law-to-be," he smiled maliciously at Burt before disappearing into his room, leaving him boiled with rage right outside of the door. But the door soon reopened. He handed a small brand bag to Burt. "Almost forgot. Here. This is Kurt's tie. Tell my fiancé that I can't wait to see him tomorrow at our wedding."

… … …

Kurt and Blaine gasped and both didn't know what to say. Frank had been cheating on Kurt even before he was married to him.

Kurt felt nothing but hurt. The man he once loved was a complete douche and he didn't sense it one bit. How did that happen? Was he that much in love with him to be that blind? He felt ashamed for allowing himself to trust him, to let him control him. He was sure if he had been wiser and experienced in a relationship, this could have been avoided.

Burt sighed heavily, feeling a pain in his heart. He knew it would be difficult when he told his son the truth, but it was harder than he expected. "I knew I couldn't trust him when he just shrugged off the fact that he cheated on you and basically told me it was nothing. But I was too scared that your heart was going to break. I really hated it but Frank was right. You really loved him back then and as far as I'm concerned, you were blind. I didn't know how to tell you the night before the wedding that you chose the wrong guy. Like Frank told me, I believed you wouldn't believe me if I told you what I saw. So since I couldn't say anything, I just said you shouldn't have married him, but I didn't give you a reasonable reason. That was the biggest mistake I've made in my life. You deserved to know the truth, even if it was ugly. You didn't understand why I said that and I just only gave you a reason to hate me."

"I didn't hate you," Kurt said softly. All that anger towards his father that came back to him once again earlier utterly vanished in him. "I was sad and angry, but I've never hated you, Dad."

Burt smiled him back before he went on. "I was so stupid to let Frank's words affect me like that. And it was such a selfish idea to keep the truth from you, so then I wouldn't be the one who broke your heart. I should've gathered the courage and told you the truth. And told you that even if you were broken, you would find a true love one day. And he would fix your heart and even make it stronger. Frank was not the one for you. That's all." Then he eyed Blaine and said with a soft smile. "And it looks like you might have found one."

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other and looked away quickly, both blushing hard.

"I was such an idiot," Kurt spoke, pretending not to notice his stomach doing cartwheels at his father's words. "I didn't notice Frank was cheating on me since before the wedding. Heck, I don't even know if he was with the same guy all this time."

"You weren't an idiot," Blaine told Kurt, looking into his eyes. "You just didn't know."

"I should have though," Kurt retorted. "I married him. I should've noticed it all and called it off." He looked at his father. "Dad. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Son. I'm sorry, too," Burt said sadly. "I failed to protect you. I let the bastard fool you and hurt you, and I even let you down by making you feel like I wasn't supporting your happiness. I can't ever forgive myself for that. But I do wish for your happiness."

"I know, Dad," Kurt reassured him. "That's my fault too. I should've trusted you and listened to you. I should've known there must've been a reason why you disagreed on our wedding. Because you've always known everything. But instead, I was being a hardhead and wouldn't even let you explain. I've been acting like such a brat."

"Well… What can I say? You got that stubbornness from your old man. You might be a stubborn young man, but I'm a stubborn old man. I'm worse than you. So," Burt teased and opens his arms for Kurt who dived himself into his embrace.

"I thought I'd lost you," Kurt whispered in his father's arms, his voice trembling with tears. "And my friends too because I married Frank. I was afraid that I would be all alone, I couldn't leave him, even though I've noticed Frank was cheating on me and abused me. But I didn't lose you. I've missed you so much."

"Don't be silly. You never lost me, and you never will," Burt pulled his son even closer and almost crushed him as he tightened his arms. "I've missed you too, Kiddo."

Kurt caught Blaine giving them a smile. "Blaine," he pulled away from his father, wiping at the corner of his eyes and said to him bashfully. "Thank you so much for bringing him here."

"No problem, Kurt," Blaine said, smiling. "I'm glad you mended your relationship with him. I'm so happy for you."

"Now you have no reason to stay with him," Burt told his son. "Just come home with me."

"I… I can't," Kurt tensed and looked down at the floor.

"Why?" Blaine asked in confusion. "I know you lied to me about your feelings for Frank. But I don't understand why you did that."

Kurt hesitated for a moment but decided to tell him the truth. "If I leave him, he's going to ruin your dream."

"My dream?" Blaine asked, looked more puzzled. He couldn't think of the connection between his dream and Kurt to hold back from leaving his husband.

"What do you mean, Kurt?" Burt demanded his son an explanation.

"My dream is opening a restaurant in New York…" Blaine told Burt and then it hit him. "Wait… He knows my dream. And he noticed there was something going on between us, didn't he? Then he threatened you not to leave him, otherwise he would stop me from opening a restaurant? And you decided to stay?"

There was no answer from Kurt and that was enough said.

"Kurt… You were going to sacrifice your life for me…?" Blaine asked in disbelief. Kurt lied about everything for himto live his dream.

"I want you to make your dream come true," Kurt said, almost whispering. "You deserve that so much, Blaine."

"No, I don't," Blaine said directly in Kurt's blue eyes as he looked up. "There's no dream if you aren't by my side. Do you still want to be with me? Cause I fucking do. I want to be with you, Kurt. It doesn't have to be in New York. There're tons of places to open a restaurant out there. I don't care where, and I don't even care if I can't open a restaurant at all. As long as I'm with you, my life is complete and I don't want anything else to come between us."

"I want to be with you too," Kurt said desperately. His voice cracking because of tears threatening. "Like I said a couple days ago, I really do, Blaine."

"Then, what are we doing here?" Blaine offered a hand to Kurt and smiled sweetly. "Let's go."

Kurt smiled at Blaine too with watery eyes as he took it.

Blaine started walking with Kurt in tow but Kurt pulled his hand. "Blaine… I'm really sorry I said horrible things to you. I didn't mean…"

"I know, Kurt. It's okay," Blaine smiled reassuringly. "I didn't believe any of it. You were only trying to save my dream. I really appreciate that. But it was silly. For the next time, please remember that you're irreplaceable. I would give up anything for you and I mean it."

"Okay," Kurt smiled affectionately, feeling his heart soar. He wondered what he did to deserve him? He would never know.

"Go ahead and kiss, jeez," Burt spoke, rolling his eyes on purpose.

Kurt's face immediately went deep red. "We're not kissing in front of you! It's just…mmph." He was cut off by Blaine's lips pressing his. He got caught off balance but opened his mouth quickly and responded anyway. Their mouths moved slowly and happily together for a few seconds until Blaine pulled back.

"Sorry, your dad said it was okay," Blaine said playfully.

"You don't have to listen to him," Kurt said, his face still flushed.

"No, listen to him!" Burt shouted, laughing from behind them.

The boys reached for one another and leaned in again with sweet smiles.