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Ok guys, I am sooo, sorry about last chapter... I admit it wasn't my best so (I suck at writing fluff)

Here's something to redeem myself

-JC


Kurt left at about quarter to eight, after the food was cooked and perfectly made. Throughout the whole exchange, Alice looked quite content, talking about her favorite TV shows and some of the funny scenes she remembered.

The food was left on the table, looking as if it had been made in a five star restaurant. In fact, everything Kurt made looked like something that came from a palace, and Blaine made a point to say so.

"Oh Blaine stop!" Kurt continued to set the table. Setting down the plates and placing the utensils right by their sides. "I'm sure you can make something like this too."

"No, I'm serious!" He gave Kurt a small kiss, causing his pale skin to blush a light red. "You make everything so fancy."

From the looks of it, the night went by perfectly, and soon, they would spend another night together, with Kurt's family. The food was delicious and Kurt had no trouble entertaining Alice with a few stories of his own as well.

Blaine however, had some trouble eating, not because he had problems, it was far from it. Blaine had trouble because Kurt wouldn't dare let go of his right hand. As soon as Blaine felt the grip loosen slightly, he tried to pull away, only to have Kurt reel it back in tighter.

Every time that happened, Blaine simply smiled at Kurt, while Kurt smiled back, and then went back to eating.

Once the food was done and dishes were washed, it was time for Kurt to go. He put on his jacket and turned around to see a sad little girl sitting on the floor. Kurt came up to her. "Aw, what's wrong honey?"

"I thought you were gonna stay… Like that one time me and papa stayed at your house. " Kurt gave her a tight hug, paying special mind to her arm. It was official, he fell in love with this girl. She was so cute in many ways, she was like the living doll that he wanted when he was a boy. He smiled to himself as he held Alice's shoulder.

"Oh it's okay Alice, you and your papa are gonna have food with me again in two days! Don't worry." A smile formed on her face, realizing what Kurt had said. She replied with a nod before standing up.

The little girl went over to the table as Blaine led Kurt to the door.

"See you later then?" Kurt turned around, the door frame separating them.

They continued walking. "Later…" Blaine replied, leaning in to give Kurt a hug when a small push made him go astray. Both men simply looked at the girl that came running out the door. She held up a small doll, Kurt noticing that it was one of the dolls she was looking for.

"Here you go! It's my papa doll." She held up the toy, waving it around slightly.

"Really Alice?"

"Yes! It's a promise that you'll come back, okay?" Kurt looked at Blaine, mainly because the doll was modeled to look like him. Blaine simply mouthed the words It's okay, take it. At the command, Kurt took hold of the doll and bent down to meet Alice's eye level.

"It's a promise. I will come back." He kissed her forehead, just before Alice bounced back into the apartment.

"Bye-bye Kurtie!" She waved before heading inside.

With one last kiss, they separated, Kurt heading off to the stairs, while Blaine simply watched Kurt leave the hallway. Once Kurt was out of view, he said: "Yes!" moving his arm in such a way that celebrated this moment.


About an hour after Kurt left, Blaine was still working out lesson plans when a knock ruptured his door. It wasn't like a simple knock asking to come in, no. It was a loud and powerful knock that said open up or the person behind this door will break it down! Blaine hurried up, closing the book and went for the front door.

"Ma? Dad?" He said in surprise. His parents never come for a visit, and why now? Of course it was the holidays, but they've never really been that festive ever since his father went to Europe for some kind of business. "What are you doing here?"

"What are WE doing here?" Blaine's father enunciated in a tone that felt annoyed. "What are you doing here? We called your house and there was no answer! What are we supposed to think huh?" His parents were ones of the olden age, God knows how this man kept a business up without ever updating with the times.

"I changed my number, and you never called me on my cell-"

"Not only that, we called Julia and she said you got a divorce?" The man swiftly entered the room, inviting himself in, still showing off his higher stature. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"Dad, Julia was-"

"And another thing, what about Alice, are you giving her a good education? You being a teacher and all, it's not that much of a salary."

"Dad, I-"

"God Blaine, if you'd only been a doctor like I wanted you to be, you wouldn't be in this mess!" Alice peeked her head out of her room, rubbing her eyes, obvious that she had been woken up from her sleep.

"DAD!" Blaine loudly whispered as the door hinge of Alice's room squeaked. "Great... you woke up Alice."

The man looked at his granddaughter, that angry look still present in his face, when he saw Alice's arm. His eyes grew even bigger, but before he could say anything, someone else made an action.

"Oh Alice! Sweetie, what happened to you?" She gently rubbed the little girl's arm, leading her to the bedroom. Mrs. Anderson quickly turned around with a look of worry, locking eyes with her son, expecting an answer to come out of him.

"There was an accident," Blaine started, but was soon interrupted by a scoff from his father. It wasn't like Blaine wasn't the best driver in the world, but Blaine knew his dad never trusted him, not even one bit. As Blaine explained, what had happened: Julia leaving him and initiating the divorce, the kidnapping and the car accident, his parents were somewhat in awe. After all, it was Mr. Anderson who picked Julia to be his wife.

The woman immediately hugged Blaine, her jet black hair flinging around him as they embraced each other. Apologies filled his ears rabging from the usual not being present in his life, to the more recent apology for what he just experienced.

"So, who is this Kurt, and why did you say his name over and over?" His father finally asked. Blaine half hoped that he wouldn't have to explain it to his father.

"While Alice was gone, I kind of lived with him for a while."

Another scoff. "You live with some stranger while your kid's out there in the cold? What kind of father are you?"

I could ask you the same thing. Blaine though to himself, but refused to say. "It's not like I could do anything! How the hell was I supposed to know where they were? What? You want me to go all out and search for a little girl out in the city? I was depressed dad! My daughter was just taken from me! I already called the police, and I trusted their judgement more than mine, they were level headed while I, I was all alone! You weren't there, how dare you question me? When you couldn't even be there for your son?" Flashes of Blaine's childhood entered his mind, but they were soon knocked out of his head when his father slapped him.

"Don't you DARE talk to me that way! I am your father!" The man pointed a finger at Blaine's face. The son only looked at it with fury, shoving it aside and forced himself to move forward.

"True... But I was never your son. I was just Blaine, the disappointment. Blaine the one that came after Andrew. Blaine, the boy you could just give away to another family!" At that, the oldest man left the room.

"Come on Maria, let's go." She refused to move. "MARIA!" She went up to Blaine and comforted him. "LEAVE HIM!" She didn't budge, she continued to rub Blaine's back, attempting to comfort her son as he stood there, glaring at his father. "MARIA!"

"No, Cy, I'm not." He felt his blood pressure increase. Not once has his wife ever stood up to him, and now she starts? He immediately charged, gripping her arm and dragging her out the door despite her numerous struggles to get free.

The sight of his own mother being dragged away caused Blaine's own heart to speed up. He charged as well. "SHE SAID NO!" Blaine took the man's grip and loosened it with his hands. With a sudden turn, he pushed his father out the door with a huff, causing the other man to kick the wall and make way to leave the apartment building. Multiple heads peeked out their appropriate doorways, watching the man leave the building.

Cyrus Anderson could not believe that his son did this to him. He was a proud man, a proud man and he wasn't going to take this lying down.

Like their neighbors, Alice let her head peek out her door as well, looking at her father and grandmother standing in the living room. "Papa?" she slowly walked out her room, her "Kurtie" doll in hand. "Are you okay?" She asked, her grandmother slowly picking her up and placing her on her thighs as they sat down on the couch.

"Papa's okay honey... Papa's just tired." Maria answered, leaving Blaine standing on his own. She sat Alice down on the couch as she stood up. "Stay here okay Alice?" The little girl nodded as Maria led her son to what she assumed to be his bedroom. "Blaine, it's okay, I'm here." They sat at the edge of Blaine's bed, as she embraced him.

"I'm so sorry ma." Blaine teared up.

"It's fine Blaine... It's fine. Just sleep. You're tired, just sleep. Sleep... Everything will going to be fine." Like a little boy, Blaine followed his mother's instructions. He thought to himself how one of the best nights in his life suddenly turned into the worst. He thought of Kurt as he curled up into a ball. How was he going to tell his parents that he was dating Kurt? And with his mother here, he couldn't really make it to Kurt's dinner. Multiple scenarios crept up inside his head, his father's words still managing to taunt him.

"You're a grown man Blaine. You can take care of yourself." He said to himself quietly. "You will tell them about Kurt." But not right now, because right now, he was tired. Too tired to think, too tired to act.