Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own it.

Kurt woke up the next morning with Blaine's arms circled around his waist. He sighed contentedly, taking the moment to appreciate how relaxed his boyfriend was when he was asleep. With a smile, he kissed the tip of the other boy's nose, laughing slightly as he did so.

The sound stirred Blaine; he blinked slowly, rousing himself into consciousness. "Mm…" he groaned, pulling Kurt closer to himself, closing his eyes again.

"Blaine!" Kurt felt his face heat up. "Let go!" He attempted to wriggle free, but Blaine just held him even tighter, bringing their bodies flush against each other. Kurt turned a deeper shade of red. "Blaine, wake up!"

Said boy opened his eyes again, looking at Kurt with a sleepy, goofy grin on his face. "Good morning," Blaine murmured, pressing a quick kiss to Kurt's lips.

"Good morning to you too," Kurt giggled, smiling. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm," Blaine replied, his fingers dancing lazily up and down Kurt's spine, enjoying the general feel of lying in bed next to the boy he loved. "What about you?"

"I slept fairly well," Kurt responded, rolling his eyes. "Except for being rudely awoken at an obscene hour of the night by someone laughing his head off."

"Hmm, wonder who that could've been?" Blaine pondered playfully, kissing his boyfriend once more before sliding off of the bed, to stand up. Kurt caught sight of the horrible scars on the other's back. He felt tears sting slightly at his eyes as he watched the older teen pull on a t-shirt. "If you don't want to come downstairs, I'll fix you something before I go."

"What?" Kurt asked, slightly confused.

"I have breakfast with my parents and I really don't want you to be exposed to that level of hate." Blaine turned to look at him, smiling sadly. "I'll fix you something, and then I'll go down."

"No," Kurt said, standing and walking over to his boyfriend. "I'm not letting you go alone." He pulled Blaine into a hug. "You don't have to do everything thing alone."

Blaine chuckled, his eyes full of sentimental tears. "You do realize Hermione said that to Harry in the seventh Harry Potter, right?"

Kurt slapped him lightly, smiling himself. "You nerd."

"But you love me."

"Yes, I do." Kurt's eyes widened as he realized what he had just admitted. He blushed vibrantly, expecting Blaine to jerk away from him.

"Good," Blaine beamed, kissing him one more time. "I love you too." They linked hands before walking out of the bedroom and down the staircase. Blaine led them down a side hallway on the ground floor, steadily becoming paler with each step. Kurt gave his hand a squeeze, kissing him lightly on the cheek as they stopped for a moment outside of a set of French doors. Blaine nodded at him before opening the doors, leading into the dining room.

Kurt felt himself lose his breath almost immediately. The floor was made entirely of stained glass; reds, blues, greens, and oranges winking at him from below as the light bounced off of them. The walls were cream with white trim, making the floor stand out even more. And hanging from the ceiling was a chandelier even more exquisite than the one in the foyer. Kurt sighed, sitting next to Blaine at the table before looking at the two people on the other side of the table.

He recognized the man from the night before, wearing a gray suit, clean-shaven, a Bluetooth hooked around his ear. Next to him was a petite woman with long, curly dark hair and the same complexion as Blaine, wearing a pinstriped skirt suit. "Mom, Dad," Blaine said stiffly, staring at his parents.

"Son," Mr. Anderson answered, his eyes flitting back and forth between his child and his boyfriend, something resembling an amused glint in his eyes. "Care to introduce us?"

"This is my boyfriend, Kurt. Kurt, this is my father, Greg, and my mother, Julia." Kurt nodded as his name was said, smiling at his boyfriend's parents. Julia glowered at him for a moment before pulling out a phone. Greg smiled back, that annoying sparkle still in his eyes.

"That's nice dear," Julia said; her voice empty of any emotion. "We've set up a date for you and Katelyn Stevens for seven tonight. Make sure you're prepared."

Kurt blinked, unsure of how to take what he had just heard. Blaine? Date? Girl? Parents set it up? What the hell?

"Mom, I've told you before, I'm not interested in dating any of the teenage socialites you've tried setting me up with before." Blaine sighed as a maid brought in platters of strawberry crepes, bacon, toast, diced pineapple, grapes, and pitchers of orange, apple, and cranberry juice, setting them on the table. "I'm gay, meaning, I like boys. And as I just said, I have a boyfriend, meaning, I'm not on the market."

Julia waved her hand, as though her son were being difficult. "Blaine, darling," she drawled, still not looking up. "I have nothing against you having a toy, but you need to be seriously considering your future. When you take over this family's corporation, you need to have a wife from a good stock so you have good children."

Kurt gagged on the swallow of juice he had been about to take. So, once again, he was being degraded to below human status?

"Don't talk about Kurt that way," Blaine demanded, his voice pitched dangerously low, a way Kurt had never heard it before. "He's not a toy. He's my boyfriend and I love him."

Mrs. Anderson finally looked up, meeting her son's gaze with an exasperated smile. "You love him? How does that not make him a toy?" She asked; her voice slow and measured, as though she were explaining things to a toddler. "A child can love a teddy bear, but that doesn't make it anything more than a plaything."

Blaine stood up, glaring at both of his parents, before storming out of the room. Kurt, not wanting to be left alone with the two people leering hatefully at him, all but ran out to catch up with Blaine. However, it seemed Blaine moved incredibly fast when upset. The countertenor found his boyfriend curled up in bed, tears of angry sadness trailing down his face. Kurt lied next to him and pulled him into his arms, running his fingers through those messy curls, knowing that noon couldn't get there soon enough.

A/N: There we go. =) I want to take this time for thanking everyone who had read this story up to this point. It really means a lot when I get alerts of people adding this story to their alerts and favorites and when people add me to their alerts and favorites. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Reviews = Love ~C.Y.R.