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1. NEW YORK? NEW YORK!

"Son, come in for a moment."

Blaine froze by the door to his father's office. Usually being summoned there meant trouble. It was Carl Anderson's throne room, from which he ruled, commanded and punished. But with the recent changes in his parents' attitude, and especially since the barbecue with the Hummels a week ago, Blaine had learned that there was in fact more than one facet to his father's personality. So he felt more curious than reluctant now, as he entered the sparsely decorated room.

"Sit. I want to talk to you about New York."

"Okay. What about New York?" Blaine smiled as he settled into a leather chair in front of the huge mahogany desk. The trip would start in six days and he could barely contain his excitement. A week in New York with Kurt. It was going to be amazing!

"We had some last minute participants sign up for the conference. Which means…"

Blaine's face crumpled.

"We're not going, are we?" He knew it had been too good to be true. How silly of him to hope and plan.

His father frowned.

"What are you talking about? Of course you are going. I promised you this trip and I'm not one to go back on a promise, am I? Actually, I turned down several people to save you those last two places." Blaine sighed with relief. "No, it just means that we'll have to place you two in one room and I want to know if it's a good idea. It's a double, of course, but still. Maybe we should give the room to Kurt and have you sleep in ours? It would require some adjustments in accommodation plans, but it's doable."

Blaine shook his head, not comprehending.

"Why? I mean, why would it be a bad idea?"

He wasn't sure if he'd ever seen his father flustered before.

"Well, you know, you two are… together, right?"

"Yes?"

"And I guess… it can't be so different from what I recall of being in love as a teenager. Which includes… um… hormones and such…"

Blaine blushed to the tips of his ears, which for him, unlike Kurt, was a feat. Was his father really trying to talk to him about sex? A week ago, he would have said, with utter conviction, that such a thing would never, ever happen.

"So… You're asking if you can trust us to be alone together in a hotel room?"

"Something like that, I guess. I mean, you're young, you um… like each other, and having a chance to spend so much time alone, to sleep in the same room… I just… don't want you to make haste decisions based on circumstances alone. You've been through a lot recently and I don't want you to get worse or something." Mr. Anderson shook his head and reached for a bottle of cognac that he kept on a side table. "Oh god, this is awkward."

Blaine chuckled softly. It was good to know he was not the only one feeling uncomfortable here.

"Dad. You have nothing to worry about. We sleep together all the time when I'm at Kurt's."

"What?"

Okay, so it may only have sounded like a good argument in his head, judging by his dad's shocked expression.

"No, I mean, not like that! We just… share the bed? Okay, that doesn't sound good either."

"And Kurt's parents are fine with this?"

Uh-oh. Blaine knew that if he didn't fix this fast, he may never get to stay over at Kurt's again.

"Okay, it's like this. That first week after… after the rape Kurt slept close to me, because it was the only way I could sleep through the night. He sang to me and helped me when I had nightmares. Then, when I went there for a weekend, we were already together. So Mr. Hummel sat us down and gave us a talk. He said that he trusted us to be good for each other and respect our boundaries and not hurry anywhere. And that's just how we've been. I can't believe I'm telling this to you, but okay, if it convinces you not to worry… Just… neither of us is anywhere near ready for anything much and I don't think this is going to change anytime soon. So…"

His father drank the cognac in one go.

"Okay, I really don't want to know the details of my son's sex life, thank you. I think Burt already told you more or less what I meant. So if you're sure you'll be alright with one room, it's fine by me. Just one more thing. I have to ask you two to be discreet about your relationship when you're around the hotel or conference center."

Blaine tried to hide the hurt in his eyes even as he said "Okay."

"Now, Blaine, don't give me that look. I'd tell you the same if you were there with a girlfriend. It's our work environment, these people know us professionally and I'd rather not give them reasons to pay much attention to you and gossip. I prefer our private and professional lives to stay separate."

"Oh. Okay, I get it."

"Good. Now, go. I have to finish with the budget."

"Thanks, Dad."

Blaine felt dazed as he went back to his room. Did he really just have a sex talk with his father?

Continued in Leave Me Breathless.

The first chapter is up, look in my profile!