Question 33: If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven't you told them yet?
Kurt's phone flashed with a new call. It was from Pam, Blaine's mother. Something told him to answer it alone. He untangled himself from his fiancé where they were watching TV on the couch and went for his bedroom:
"Hello?"
"Kurt? It's Pam."
"I saw it was you. Is everything alright?"
"Is Blaine next to you?"
"No, he's watching TV in the living room. What about you? Are you alone?"
"Yes. I want to have a heart to heart with you. I can be honest with you, can't I? I'm worried about Robert. And Blaine, of course."
Kurt took a deep breath:
"Look, Pam, I want to be honest too. I was, better yet, we were pretty offended by what Mr. Anderson said to us."
He could hear Pam sighing on the other end of the line:
"I figured. I know Robert can be a piece of work. However – uh, Kurt – I saw him crying like a baby. The last time he cried like that was when Blaine came out to him."
"I think he hasn't come to terms with that yet."
Pam sounded exasperated:
"Kurt, my dear, Robert may look though on the outside, but he has a soft side, the side I fell in love with. When Blaine came out, Robert was scared. He cried telling me he felt unable to protect Blaine. I shouldn't even have told you all of that; not even Blaine knows."
"Well, if we are sharing confidences; I've been worried about Blaine too. He says he wasn't affected by his talk to his dad, but he's closed himself. He's like when I first met him and I'm pretty sure he been crying when I'm not home."
"My son is very lucky to have you."
Kurt smiled sensing Pam's smile in her voice:
"And I'm very happy to have found him too. I'm the lucky one. But I think I know why you called, and I don't think I can help you."
"I figured; I know my son too – he won't give in that easily. Thank you anyway, dear. I'll try to convince Robert to give Blaine a proper apology. Our son isn't even answering his calls."
"In know, but I don't see that changing anytime soon."
Kurt reentered the living room to find Blaine looking at him intrigued. He gestured for Kurt to join him on the couch again. Kurt got settled in his fiancé's embrace and Blaine immediately kissed that spot behind his ear.
"Who was it on the phone?"
"Your mother."
Blaine stopped his kissing flabbergasted:
"So now you have secrets with my mom?"
"She's worried about you. And your dad."
"I know that kind of worry. Like when I was left alone with no place to live in New York and all she did was tell me to 'hang on'."
Kurt turned to face him:
"They sent you money to stay at a hotel and you met me soon after that. I bet that if the situation lasted any longer, she'd fly here to help you."
Blaine had a frown on his face. Kurt approached to kiss it out of him, and he allowed.
"What my mother wanted with you anyway?"
"She wanted to see if I could convince you to talk to your father."
"Fat chance."
Kurt started caressing his face:
"You want to talk to him."
"Did you change your major to psychology now?"
It was Kurt's turn to frown:
"I could do without the sarcasm."
"Sorry about that; but seriously, I don't want to see my father, I don't want to talk about him, and I don't want him at the wedding. I thought you were mad at him too."
"But he's your father. You know how much I'd give to have my mother at the wedding?"
"That was a dirty trick, Kurt. Besides, your mother wasn't a misogynistic transphobe."
Kurt knew how hard it would be but living through it was testing his patience.
"Blee, please, I know he said some nasty things, but you'll regret this later. You will only get married once."
Blaine sulked. Kurt tried another strategy:
"You are only getting married once, right?"
"One more reason to punish my father, he'll have missed my only wedding and will be reminded of it during our silver anniversary."
"You only intend to be married to me twenty-five years?"
"No! That's when I'll forgive him."
"If you will forgive him someday; why not do it sooner rather than later?"
Blaine sat up:
"I don't want him at the wedding. And I'll get mad at you if you invite him behind my back."
"I'd never do anything behind your back."
"Not even if I asked you - you know – in bed?"
"I'm being serious here."
"And who says I'm not?"
Kurt sighed and said after a beat:
"Do you know what's in our bed?"
"The last of the wedding invitations?"
"Yes, your father's one included."
Blaine pouted for a second:
"Why don't we kick all those to the floor and make love in the bed?"
"Stop trying to avoid the subject, honey."
Blaine hid his face in his hands:
"Why did my mother had to meddle right now? It's our night off; the night we spend together. I want to spend time with you, quality time."
"Then stop to grumble and treat the subject like a grown up."
"Are we fighting now?"
Kurt threw his head back groaning:
"No. I don't want to fight you. I just want you to be happy."
"Then stop nagging me about my father."
"You'll regret this in the future, Blee."
Blaine took Kurt's hands in his and looked straight into his eyes:
"You can't know that; we can't know the future."
"Okay, I'll be quiet about it. I'll just say one last thing – I'm worried about you, and I'll bring it back with full strength if I caught you crying again."
"You never caught me crying about this."
Blaine was smirking mischievously while he said the last phrase. Kurt rested his hands on his fiancé's shoulder, deciding to play along:
"It doesn't mean I don't know you were crying."
Blaine was speechless and Kurt took the opportunity to glue his lips to Blaine's. Kurt sneered at him:
"And even though this, this wasn't a fight, just, you know, a grown up, adult conversation, you know, we are now going to have the hottest make up sex ever."