Kurt and Blaine are sitting on Kurt's bed, door open as always, watching a movie that neither of them are really paying attention to. Kurt is wrapped up in Blaine's arms, Blaine's face buried in the side of his neck, and they're not really even doing anything except just enjoying the feel of each other, real and solid and there.
"I told my parents," Blaine says into Kurt's neck.
Blaine never talks about his parents, never even mentions them, so Kurt is confused. "Told them what?"
"About us."
They're silent for a moment; Kurt isn't really sure what to say. He knows that Blaine's family isn't exactly accepting, and he's never blamed Blaine for not telling them about him. And he'd never asked Blaine to tell them, they'd never had a discussion about Blaine telling them, so he's a little surprised that Blaine did it.
"What did they say?"
"My mom didn't say anything."
A few more moments of silence.
"And your dad?"
"... He, uh... he had some things to say about it. He wasn't happy."
"What did he say?"
"He um. He told me that I'm a disappointment. And a disgrace to my family."
"Oh Bee," Kurt says, shifting from Blaine's hold and wrapping his own arms around his boyfriend. "You're none of those things. You're amazing. They should be so proud of you."
"He said, 'I thought you'd grow out of it by now, but it turns out you really are just a fucking faggot after all'," Blaine whispers.
"I'm so sorry, Blaine," Kurt says, squeezing the boy in his arms tighter, because really what else can he say? It baffles him to no end that Blaine's parents see anything other than a beautiful, amazing, talented young man when they look at their son.
"And my mom just sat there and said nothing while my dad yelled at me, and I just; I hate it, so much." Kurt hears the hitch in Blaine's breath, the waver in his words, and he can tell that his boyfriends is crying now.
"Hey, look at me," Kurt says, and he turns Blaine's face up to look at him, wiping a stray tear from Blaine's cheek. "You are none of the things your father said to you. You are the farthest thing from a disappointment or a disgrace, Blaine. You are amazingly talented and you have such a big heart and if your parents can't see that then they're the ones with the issue here, not you."
"Thanks Kurt, I just... it's hard, you know?"
"I know Bee. But soon you'll get your acceptance letter from NYADA, and you'll be off to New York, and you'll never have to see them again if you don't want to."
"I don't want to never seem them again, though, I just want them to accept me," Blaine says, curling further into Kurt.
Kurt doesn't really know what to say to that. He's faced a lot of homophobia in his life, but it's always been from people he doesn't have any attachment to. Knowing that what they thought of him didn't matter helped him deal with it. He has no idea what it was like to deal with that kind of hate from your own family. He knows how lucky he is that his father has accepted him so easily, and of course there have been hiccups here and there, but his father tries, and Kurt will be forever grateful for that.
"I'm sorry," he says simply, and he hopes that's enough.
It's Mother's Day, which is one of Kurt's least favourite days in the entire year, together with August 12th and October 27th. The only thing he's glad for is that at least Mother's Day is always on a Sunday; he doesn't have to go out and see anyone he doesn't want to.
Kurt and his father visit his mother's grave three times a year; on mother's day, on her birthday, and on the anniversary of her death. It's a tradition they've stuck to every year since her death, and while it's always hard, Kurt always feels a little better afterward. Even though he knows, logically, his mother doesn't know he's there, can't hear him talking to her grave, it brings him some peace.
They pull into the graveyard, and silently get out of the car. They've haven't spoken since they left the house, and they both prefer it that way. There are so many things about Kurt that his mother would just get that his father doesn't, but this is one way that he takes after his father. Neither of them like to talk about their feelings, they need to be alone with them, and Kurt is so thankful for that. They walk together through the graveyard, making their way to her grave. They've both been here many times before, and find it easily.
Burt steps forward first, kneeling down beside the dark stone engraved with "Elizabeth Hummel" as Kurt stands back and watches. Burt doesn't speak, he never does, just kneels there with a hand on the gravestone. He stays like that for several minutes before, still silently, standing and walking back toward Kurt.
"I'll be in the car, Kurt," he says as he passes, and then he's gone, leaving Kurt standing alone in front of his mother's grave.
Kurt approaches, and sits on the grass by her headstone. He lays a hand on the cold stone.
"Hi, mom," he says, barely a whisper, "happy mother's day."
He's quiet for a moment, blinking back tears, before he continues.
"I, um, I have a boyfriend now. His name is Blaine... You'd really like him, I think. He's good to me." He pauses, sniffles a bit. "I wish you were here to meet him."
Kurt wipes at a tear that escapes down his cheek.
"I miss you so much, mom," he says, and he doesn't even try to stop the tears now. "I miss you every day."
He leans his head forward, resting it against the headstone. He stays there, unmoving, until finally the tears stop. He takes in a deep breath, and pulls his head back, resting a hand on the stone again.
"I love you, mom," he says, voice shaky.
He sits there quietly for a few more moments before, finally, he stands and makes his way back to the car.