A/N: Ooo, one day late. It's kind of sad that Season Three of Glee is finished, but that's why we have imaginations, and FanFiction. This chapter, they're back from New York, and Blaine has to deal with some stuff before Nationals, and then it's Graduation and who knows after that... I hope you're enjoying this story, and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also, if you're looking for a Klaine fix, check out my other story Forever Unstoppable. It's a sequel to A Long Time Ago, We Used to be Friends, but if you're bored, check them out... Enjoy, and thanks for the alerts, favourites and reviews. JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.

Chapter Nineteen: Saving Blaine Part One

They'd been back in Westerville for three days, and already, it's like they had no time to just spend together. Warbler practice had been stepped up, and with finals approaching, they really don't have any time to just... be. Santana, Kurt, Brittany and Blaine were currently seated round one of the tables in the main common area of the centre, books spread out around them, music blasting from an iPod in the centre. Kurt was tapping his pen lightly against his open French book, eyebrows furrowed, looking as though he was deep in thought. Blaine would have believed this, if it wasn't for the fact that his boyfriend was fluent in French, and could almost be a native, given the chance. Santana was on edge. She had been watching the two Warblers, making sure everything was still okay between them, but also because Blaine's father is back in town, and he's the president of the Youth Centre, and is coming in to check on everything today... she's not sure if Blaine knows, but by the way Blaine keeps looking around every few minutes, she's guessing he's either nervous about something, or he's waiting for Richard Anderson to arrive, and make his life hell. Blaine's biological parents are rats that Santana, given the opportunity, would squish to the ground. Not that she'd admit that out loud to Blaine, he still, for some fucked up reason has this need to please the man... the man who kicked him out, punished him, and spends half of his life ignoring him... Blaine and his stupid dapperness... I should talk to him about it, but it's been hectic lately... especially with National's, and finals, and all that other shit... Santana thought, lightly kicking Blaine under the table, and mouthing 'are you okay?' at him, just so Kurt couldn't see. The tenor hesitated, and then shook his head once, before excusing himself to get a book from his office, and Santana for the bathroom... obvious... she mentally scolded, but followed Blaine anyway.

She found Blaine sitting behind his desk, twirling a pen around his in hand, mumbling something under his breath that Santana couldn't quite make out. There was no noise between them, but Wes and David could be heard in the hallway, talking loudly over their set-list, which, at any other time, Santana would have paid attention to, but right now, couldn't care about, given that one of her friends is terrified of his own father, and it's their job to protect him. of course, it's easier when they're given warning for Richard's arrival, but in this case, there was no alert, or Wes running up the hall shouting 'battle stations' as loud as possible, just the silent sounds, of Blaine mumbling, and then the appearance of the tall man, who looked over the group, eyes cold, resting on his son, curled up in his chair, eyes wide. Santana moved around to stand beside Blaine, who had also vacated the seat in favour of standing. Wes and David were gaping by the door, but didn't get away in time, and were pulled into the office, and forced to sit down by Richard Anderson. Santana could sense that this wasn't going to end well... especially because Blaine was nervously wringing his hands together, and not making eye-contact with the man... god he just needs to punch him in the face. He doesn't deserve this... Santana thought, looking at Wes, who wasn't making eye contact with her, but had taken up the position of a soldier with the straight back, and stone face.

'I see that you've been busy with clients this year. What are you all planning on doing next year? Staying here, or moving away?'

'David, Blaine and I have applied for colleges in California, New York, and Pennsylvania. We're not sure what's going to happen until we get our acceptances back,' Wes said, chancing a look at Blaine, who was glaring at him

'Blaine won't be leaving Westerville. He's going to...'

'You can't tell him what to do. You have no legal right to that anymore... he's eighteen, and he can go wherever he wants to. you may think that you have it all, and whatnot, but you lost your son the day you didn't save him... he's better off without you, and frankly, so is everyone here... You can't hate on us all you like, but don't you tell him what to do,' Santana said, not breaking eye contact with Richard Anderson, a knock on the door knocking them all out of their stupors

They had spent most of the morning, just sitting around the centre, talking, laughing, being able to be themselves, but nothing had prepared them for the events that would transpire into the afternoon. Kurt was in the middle of a discussion with Brittany about homework, when he was approached by Taylor, who handed him a stack of letters, each with a different college logo on them. Kurt's eyes widened and he immediately shot out of his seat to find Blaine, Wes, David and Santana. He walked down to Blaine's office, and noticed the closed door, but Santana yelling at someone. He knocked, and waited for an answer. Odd, they usually leave the councillors doors open... must be some kind of meeting... Kurt thought, knocked out of his thoughts when the door was practically yanked open, and he was pulled into the room by Santana, and told to sit quietly and not speak. Blaine wasn't looking at him, in fact they were all acting as though they didn't know one another, or that they weren't friends. The Latina turned back to glare at the man sitting behind the desk, and it was only then that Kurt realised what was going on. Taylor had been talking about the 'President of Westerville Youth Centre' and how he was coming to visit today. Kurt, with all the preparation for finals and National's, had completely forgotten, and now he had no idea what he had gotten himself into, especially when Wes started calling the man Mr. Anderson. The room was silent, and the man behind the desk looks as if he was contemplating something. No one had moved, or said anything, except Santana, who had crossed her arms across her chest, and began picking at her nails, hip jutted out to the side. Wes was stock still, and could almost pass for a statue, if he wasn't looking around every five minutes, eyes meeting Kurt's, before darting back to who Kurt presumed was Mr. Anderson... Blaine's biological father is the president of the Youth Centre? Oh, this all makes perfect sense now... Kurt thought to himself, standing and storming out of the office, before any of them could react. It took Blaine a moment, to realise what had happened, but Santana seemed to have things under control so he followed his boyfriend's path from five seconds ago, running into the common room, where he was met with Brittany, Taylor, and staff... but no Kurt... damn it... fuck... fuck... damn...

May 1st 2011

Dalton is a mad rush. People are everywhere, and the library is packed with people. Wes, David, Nick, Elijah, and I have taken up the far back table, books spread out, talking in hushed whispers whilst Nick and Jeff text one another from across the room. It's kind of obvious, I mean, I can see Jeff from where I'm sitting, and he's not exactly being subtle, unlike Blaine... Blaine is anything but obvious... although, it's been a day since Richard showed up, and we still haven't talked about it. All I know is what Santana told me. After I'd left the office, and Blaine had gone after me, Richard had apparently fumed, and as soon as Blaine was back there, he demanded to know what was going on. From the looks on Wes and Nick's faces when they got back that afternoon, it was quite apparent that Blaine had either been fired, or demoted, but he hasn't told me anything. Actually, we've hardly talked in two days, and writing in this journal, that isn't going to talk back, is annoying. I don't know what's going on, and I hate that... I hate not knowing... Blaine put so much effort into saving me, and helping me, but I can't help him if he doesn't let me in... I can't save him, if I don't know how to in the first place... maybe we just need some... and I can't believe I'm thinking, let alone writing this... "Klaine time".

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.

Putting 'Klaine time' into motion was harder than Kurt thought it would be. He and Nick had spent the afternoon preparing everything in the dorm room, but Blaine had been avoiding Kurt, and it was starting to grate on the countertenor's patience. He was about ready to give up, when the door opened, emitting a rather frazzle looking, Blaine. He spotted his boyfriend, standing in the room, which had been darkened, with candles, and a table, reminiscent of one of their dates. Blaine smiled, and accepted the hug from Kurt, who led him over to the couch, ignoring the table completely. They sat down; Blaine curled into Kurt, for what seemed like hours, but was really only minutes, before the tenor pulled his boyfriend into a rather passionate kiss. They had been really careful with their moments of intimacy, not wanting to ruin anything, or move faster than necessary, but Kurt was getting more confident, and in the week they'd been in New York, they'd explored and loved on another at least an extra five times, but none since they'd arrived back at Dalton, so Blaine was kind of... deprived... wanting the comfort he knew only his boyfriend could offer. Kurt didn't object to Blaine's sudden need to make out with him, but they still need to talk, and kissing one another, and wow... let's not go there... talk first sex later Kurt thought, breaking the kiss to see Blaine look at him shyly.

'Talk Anderson, and don't leave anything out,' Kurt said, letting his boyfriend curl back up to him, wrapped in the warm safety net that is Kurt

'He's never been nice to me. He's not really nice to anyone, but he hates me the most. Calls me an 'abomination' that I should be shot... I know, it's terrible. He was the one who put me up for adoption. He didn't even ask my mother, but she never came for me, so I figured she didn't care. Three years ago, he calls me, says he has a summer job for me at the youth centre, and then makes a donation to Dalton to get all the Warblers involved. If I was stupid, and naive and all that, I would have thought it was because he wanted back in my life... the other day, at the centre, he told me that he's ashamed to even have the same last name, and that I need to make a choice, I can go home to them, and forget about everything I love, or I can live my own life, and be cut out of his completely...' Blaine had to take a breath, and Kurt was trying to hold back his anger at his boyfriend's biological father.

'Blaine, you need to stand up to him. You'll feel better for it trust me... look at me... I love you, and so does everyone in the Warblers and the people who raised you... You saved me, now let me save you...' Kurt said, peppering soft kisses all over Blaine's face

'You do save me... everyday...' Blaine replied, as Kurt lay down on his back on the couch, Blaine straddling him, not breaking the kiss.

Blaine shifted so he could pull his own blazer off, Kurt copying his actions, before shirts were unbuttoned and hands were everywhere. Blaine's shirt was the first to go, dropping to the floor, as Kurt pushed it down his shoulders, kissing a line down his boyfriend's tanned chest, taking extra care around the nipples, just teasing Blaine, not giving him what he wants. Two can play at this game Blaine thought to himself, smirking, before moving his hand down to palm Kurt's erection, making the taller boy gasp, and bit down hard on Blaine's neck, bucking his hips up in to the touch. They hadn't done it this way before, teasing, laughing... it was always heated kisses, and moments wherever or whenever they could. Wes had walked in on them in New York twice, which wasn't pretty, and both boys were pretty certain that the head Warbler had been scarred for life, not that it was their fault, it was entirely his for walking in on them... seriously, the door handle had 'DO NOT DISTURB' written on it, and he still walks in...Kind of like now... the two boys here a 'shit not again... don't you do anything else', and immediately shot up off the couch, to see Wes, standing in the middle of the room, hand over his eyes... Kurt sat up, pulling his shirt back on, and walking over to where the head Warbler was standing, peaking though his fingers. Kurt whacked him over the head, before moving back to where Blaine was sitting on the couch, still shirtless, and in what seemed to be, deep concentration. Kurt faltered a little when Blaine flinched away from him taking his hand, but immediately curled into Kurt once more, still in deep thought, but content enough to know that it's Kurt, and no one else. Wes had taken a seat in the arm chair opposite them, small smile on his face as he flipped though his own math text book, glancing up every now and then to check on his best-friend. They were all sitting in silence, until Blaine sat up, taking Kurt's hand, and looking between the two of them...

'I want to talk to Richard... it's time this ends,' Blaine said, smiling softly at Kurt, who was stunned, but happy

'We'll be right there with you,' Wes replied, patting Blaine's knee

A/N: Part Two. Blaine faces up to his biological father... then Nationals (I promise)... Then it's on to Graduation, and the future... Hope you enjoyed, and look forward to everything... JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.