Oh. My. God. I get to have SO much fun with this chapter! I get to be the supportive parent of a gay son! Honestly, I would love to have a homosexual child JUST so I can be the supportive parent and flip out on all the homophobes who dare talk about my child that way!

Anyways…

Prompted by MissMarauder93 (similar by BakuraFromSchool): The Andersons.

Again, I have edited the prompt because I don't want to give away any of the plot, so I have given you the gist of what will happen. It's not a lot to go on ("That's nothing to go on." Sorry! Like I said, I just had a Harry Potter marathon!), but if you read the chapter you will discover what it's about!

"Uh, Burt?"

Burt looked up to see Blaine standing in the living room doorway, biting his bottom lip.

"Oh Lord, Blaine, what did you do now?" Burt asked, sighing.

Blaine waved his hands in front of him. "Nothing! I didn't do anything this time! It's just…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "My parents want to meet you and Carole."

Burt sighed in relief. "Oh…alright then. Well, you and your parents could come to dinner tomorrow night."

Blaine nodded, but he didn't look happy. "Thanks, Burt."

Burt furrowed his eyebrows. "You okay, Blaine?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah. See you tomorrow."

After Blaine had left, Burt called Carole and told her about the plans for the next night. She actually sounded excited about meeting Blaine's parents, but Burt couldn't share her feelings. Something in Blaine's expression was bothering him, but he supposed he would find out what it was tomorrow.

…

The next night, Burt answered the knock at the door while Carole was finishing dinner and Kurt and Finn were sitting in the living room.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. Blaine," Burt greeted when he opened the door. Blaine gave him a quick hug, surprising Burt, before rushing past him into the house.

"Can I take your coats?" Burt offered the Andersons as they stepped into the house.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Hummel," Mrs. Anderson said, removing her coat.

"Please, call me Burt," Burt said with a smile as he hung up their coats.

"I'm Roger," Mr. Anderson said. "And my wife's name is Arlene."

"My wife's name is Carole; she's in the kitchen finishing up dinner."

The Andersons followed Burt into the living room. Blaine was sitting next to Kurt on the couch, clutching Kurt's hand tightly. With his free hand, Kurt was rubbing Blaine's back and whispering in his ear. As soon as Blaine noticed his parents were in the room, he pulled his hand from Kurt's and moved so there was space between them.

Something Blaine had said to him almost a year ago floated into Burt's mind. Do you think my dad built a car with me because he loves cars? I think he did it because he thought getting my hands dirty might make me straight.

Burt glanced over at Roger, who was eyeing Kurt and Blaine out of the corner of his eye. Occasionally his glance would flicker down to their hands, where their pinkies were linked. A sneer appeared on Roger's face, and Burt instantly disliked the man.

"Hello, Kurt," Arlene said.

"Hello," Kurt said in a soft voice.

"How are you?"

"Fine, thank you." With his free hand, Kurt was playing with the hem of his shirt. Blaine looked like he longed to put his hand over Kurt's to calm him down, but his father's gaze kept him from moving. Burt's heart went out for the boy. He shouldn't have to hide from anyone, least of all his parents.

"Your outfit is very unusual, Kurt," Roger said. "It suits you well."

Blaine's eyes squeezed shut as Kurt answered. "Not exactly what I was going for, Mr. Anderson, but thank you I guess."

Kurt was still calling Blaine's father Mr. Anderson? Blaine had been calling him Burt since the moment the two boys had started dating.

"I like Kurt's outfit," Finn said from where he was sitting in his armchair. "Yeah, it's unusual, but Kurt's an unusual guy. But in the best possible way." Kurt beamed at him, and Blaine was smiling at Finn like he wanted to hug him.

That was another reason Burt loved his step-son. Finn was sticking up for Kurt without even realizing it.

Before anything else could be said, Carole walked into the living room to announce that dinner was ready.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson," she said with a warm smile. "I'm Carole. It's lovely to meet the both of you."

Blaine snorted quietly enough for his parents not to hear, but Burt was right behind him, so he heard it loud and clear. Burt put his hand on the boy's shoulder and gave it a squeeze, reassuring that someone besides Kurt was there for him when his parents weren't. Blaine briefly touched Burt's hand in a silent thanks.

Burt and Carole sat at each end of the table with the Andersons on one side and the three boys on the other. Arlene and Blaine were on opposite sides of Burt, and Kurt sat next to Blaine.

"Help yourselves," Carole said as soon as everyone was situated.

"This smells wonderful, Carole," Arlene said as she spooned mashed potatoes onto her plate then reached for the chicken.

"Tastes even better, Mom," Finn said around a mouthful of food.

"Finn," Burt said in a warning tone as Kurt shot him a glare.

"Thank you, Arlene," Carole said. "Finn, don't talk with food in your mouth."

Roger was looking at Kurt again, but Burt didn't like the way he was looking at Kurt. Burt could see that Kurt's and Blaine's hands were clasped under the table; the absence of their hands was most likely the cause Roger's gaze.

Over the course of dinner, the Andersons asked Burt and Carole questions and returned their answers with questions of their own.

"Have you gone to all of Kurt's performances?" Roger asked Burt.

Burt forced a smile. "Yes, Roger. I've made it my
job not miss any of my son's shows." He hoped the emphasis on the word son didn't go unnoticed.

Roger nodded. "Yes, well, I have more important business to attend to than watching show choir," he said, taking a bite of his dinner.

Blaine's fork froze halfway to his mouth, and he set it back on his plate. He dropped his hand to his lap and just stared at a spot on the table. Burt saw Kurt look up at the Andersons, saw that neither of them were looking, then leaned over to kiss Blaine's shoulder. Blaine looked up at Kurt with a grateful smile and mouthed I love you.

I love you, too, Kurt mouthed back.

Burt smiled at the two boys before turning back to Roger. "You know, Roger, I'm sure you think Blaine is more important than any other…business…you may have."

Roger looked back at him expressionless. "Of course," he said in a bored voice.

"Arlene!" Carole suddenly said, seeing the fire forming in Burt's eyes. "Tell me, where did you get those earrings?"

Talk returned to polite dinner conversation, but Burt noticed that Roger was now looking at Kurt and Blaine, who had both finished their dinners by now. They were having their own quiet conversation, whispering and laughing softly. They were so wrapped up in each other that their linked hands had even moved to resting on the table.

"You know, Blaine," Roger said in a voice that made everyone stop and stare at him. "I think I can learn to be alright with you dating Kurt…dating him is like dating a girl."

Burt nearly jumped as Blaine slammed his fist down on the table and stood up out of his seat. He started shouting at his father. But you could barely understand him, because at the same time, Finn was yelling at Roger, and both boys were being very loud. Kurt was just staring down at his lap.

Burt reached out and grabbed Blaine's wrist, effectively silencing the boy. He turned and looked at Burt, hurt and anger in his eyes. He sat down, looking defeated, as Finn continued to flip out on Roger.

"Finn!" Burt shouted.

"What?" Finn hissed at Burt, not taking his eyes off of Roger.

"Sit down."

Finn did as Burt said. He put his arm around Kurt's shoulder and whispered to him, "Are you okay?" Kurt just nodded, but Burt could see he was fighting back tears.

Burt turned to Roger with narrowed eyes. "Roger-"

"Fuck you."

Everyone turned to Blaine, who was staring at his father through narrowed eyes. Finn's eyes were wide.

"Blaine doesn't swear," he whispered.

"How dare you come into Burt's house and insult his son, the boy-no, the man-that I love. Kurt is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love him, and he loves me. Kurt has been there for me whenever I needed him. He listens when I talk to him, comforts me when you write me off like I'm the scum off the bottom of your shoe.

"So you need to get used to something right now, Dad. I plan on being with Kurt for a very long time. Possibly for the rest of my life, if I have my way. He is the only thing that gives me the motivation to get out of bed and face a new day. He is the light of my life, and I fall in love with him more and more every day. Every day since I have met him has been the best days of my life, the very best being a few weeks ago…when we had sex for the first time."

Roger's and Arlene's eyes widened, but there were smiles on Carole's and Finn's faces, and Burt knew he was probably smiling himself. Kurt was looking at Blaine, tears flowing from his eyes.

Blaine was smiling now, too. "It was wonderful, Dad. I…I got to show Kurt just how much I love him, and he got to show me in return." He looked back up at his father with a pained look in his eyes. "Can't…can't you just accept that I love Kurt?"

As soon as Blaine stopped talking, Kurt threw his arms around Blaine, sobbing onto his shoulder. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and murmured into his hair, "I love you. So much."

"We're leaving, Blaine," Roger said coldly, getting up out of his chair. "And you can end it with Kurt right now because you will never see him again."

Kurt pulled away from Blaine in shock, and everyone but Arlene was looking at Roger with their jaws dropped.

Everyone except Blaine, who was looking at Roger with pure hatred.

"You motherfucking asshole," he spat out. "You honestly think I am going to do that?" He stood up out of his chair and walked over to his father. "Fuck off."

"I will not have a faggot for a son," Roger said coldly.

And that was Blaine's snapping point. He pulled his fist back to slam into Roger's face, but Burt lunged for him, wrapping his arms around the boy to hold him back.

"Get your hands off my son!" Roger yelled. "You made him think that it was okay to like boys! Giving him permission to date your son!"

Burt narrowed his eyes. "I'm not touching your son, Mr. Anderson," he said. Roger went to speak, but Burt interrupted him. "Blaine isn't your son anymore. He's my son."

Everyone in the room froze. Blaine stopped struggling in his arms, so Burt let him go. Burt walked up to Roger and looked him straight in the eyes.

"You lost the privilege of being Blaine's father a long time ago. A real dad would support his son, not push him away or try to change him. Blaine has every right to love whoever he likes."

"Blaine should like girls. It's the normal thing to do," Roger said through gritted teeth.

"Get out of my house," Burt said in response. "And I never want you to come here again."

"Gladly. Arlene, Blaine, let's go."

"Oh, no," Burt said. "Blaine's not going with you. He's staying right here, where he's loved and cared for." Burt looked to Carole for confirmation, who just smiled through her tears. "Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. We'll come for Blaine's things tomorrow."

As Mr. and Mrs. Anderson rushed from the room, Blaine threw his arms around Burt.

"Thank you," he whispered into Burt's shoulder.

"No problem, kid," Burt said, squeezing Blaine once before letting him go. Kurt was standing behind Blaine, so when Burt released Blaine, Kurt pulled him into another hug.

"Come on, sweetie," Kurt said softly, pulling back from the hug but keeping an arm around Blaine's waist. "Let's go upstairs."

Burt didn't bother telling them to keep the door open. They would most likely just hold and comfort each other all night, and Burt trusted them not to do anything with anyone else in the house.

Tonight they just needed the freedom.

I would like to stress something for this chapter: NONE OF THESE CHAPTERS ARE RELATED EXCEPT FOR THE FOLLOW-UPS! SO IN THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS, BLAINE DOES NOT LIVE WITH KURT!

Thank you. ;)