Chapter 2, obviously.
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As they reached the stairs leading them down to floor level, off the stage, the doors towards the back opened again, revealing Mr and Mrs Anderson.
"Blaine Anderson! Get down here now!" Mathew Anderson yelled as he caught sight of his son, who stood with an arm around a tall, pale boy's waist.
Blaine took in a sharp breath as he stepped away from Kurt, and shot a panicked glance his way.
He forced himself to stand straighter, and attempted to calm his erratic breathing.
His tongue darted out to wet his dry lips, "Sir," he said formally; staring at the back was as to not meet the cold eyes of his father.
"Get down here now. We're leaving," Mr Anderson demanded, jaw clenching tightly as his eyes flickered between Blaine, the pale boy, and the rest of the stage's occupants.
To everyone's surprise, Blaine complied without hesitation.
He darted down the stairs and to his father's side in a flash, face void of all emotion and his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Blaine was terrified of his father, terrified of what the man might do to him, terrified of where he might send him.
He was, and always had been, terrified of disobeying him, and didn't want to give the man a reason to say anything degrading to him. Sure, he could handle it in private, but not in front of his friends, not in front of Kurt He didn't want them to know what a horrible home life he had. He didn't want them to know that his own parents were ashamed of him, disgusted by the mere presence of him.
Mr Anderson glanced up at Mr Schuester, who was watching them closely.
"It was," Mr Anderson hesitated, "a pleasure meeting you," he said, before looking his son up and down, scoffing, and turning on his heel, storming towards his wife, who had remained by the door, eyes cast to the floor.
He didn't noticed how Blaine hadn't moved until he reached his wife.
He turned, glancing back at Blaine, who appeared to be talking quietly with the group who'd congregated before him on the stage.
"C'mon boy!" Mr Anderson called, frowning when Blaine didn't move. He turned and strode the short distance, grabbing Blaine by the back of his collar and spinning him round.
Blaine watched his father stride away, before turning back to the stage.
"Kurt I gotta go," Blaine said quietly, keeping his eyes trained anywhere but Kurt's face.
Kurt moved closer, kneeling down at the edge of the stage, as the rest of the group fanned out behind him, all harbouring looks of concern and pity as they watched and listened to the two interact.
Privacy? Pffft.
Kurt nodded slowly, dejectedly. "I understand, but you call me as soon as you get the chance, I don't care what time it is, ok?"
Blaine looked up slowly, meeting the eyes of Kurt, and nodded, "I love you," he muttered, voice full of sincerity.
Kurt leaned back, "Why does that sound like goodbye?" He questioned, worried, "I'll see you tomorrow, here at school?"
"I hope so," Blaine said quietly, ignoring the looks on his friends and teacher's faces.
They all looked up, hearing Mr Anderson call out, "c'mon Boy!"
Except Blaine and Kurt, who were lost in their own little world. A world where it was just the two of them, free from the prejudice and hate of the society in which they lived. A world in which they were free to love each other, without it constantly being judged and called into question.
Neither heard Mr Anderson.
They were ripped back to reality when he grabbed Blaine harshly by his collar, and spun him towards the exit.
Blaine stumbled for a few steps, catching himself on the arm of a chair.
He heard the cries from his friends and boyfriend, but ignored them, turning defiantly towards his father instead.
Blaine stepped closer, straightening his shirt subconsciously. "Nice to see you too, dad," Blaine said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"You watch your tone with me boy!" Mr Anderson threatened, stepping closer to Blaine.
Blaine raised an eyebrow challengingly, reminding his father that they had 14 people watching on with prying eyes.
Mr Anderson stepped back, quietly saying to Blaine, "How dare you disrespect me in front of company."
Blaine threw his amrs into the air, "Oh, right, because you've showed me so much respect over the years."
"This is neither the time, nor the place to discuss you and your… situation."
Blaine scoffed, "Situation? I'm gay dad, that's hardly a situation, it's just a matter of fact."
Mr Anderson's eyes blazed, causing Blaine to shrink away slightly.
"Well we'll just have to fix that wont we. Your mother and I have found a suitable… retreat, for you, where you'll be spending however long it takes to get you fixed," Mr Anderson pointed towards the exit, "now come on, we're leaving!"
New Directions and Mr Schuester gasped as Blaine was yanked backwards by his father. How could someone treat his or her child like that? Especially after being apart for so long. The group was slowly beginning to realise that Blaine's life wasn't so perfect after all.
They watched as he had a hushed argument with his father at the back of the auditorium. They were both gesturing wildly, until Blaine froze, and his face morphed into one of anger.
"Fix me?" He roared incredulously, "There's nothing to fix. I didn't choose to be gay, it's just the way I am," he yelled, shaking with rage.
"I will not tolerate you putting the Anderson name to shame any longer! I've played along with your games for long enough! It's time you got your act together and started taking life seriously. Homosexuality is not a suitable life choice, and I'll be damned if you, my son, choose to go down that disgusting path!" Mr Anderson yelled back, the deep tone of his voice echoing throughout the auditorium.
"I didn't choose to be gay, but I am, and I'm in love with Kurt." Blaine spat in return, and upon realising that the room could hear the yelling match between him and his father, glanced towards the stage.
Mr Anderson's eyes fell on Kurt, disgust and hatred evident even from the distance.
He glared Kurt down.
Kurt met his gaze, glaring just as harshly back, showing no signs of weakness of backing down.
The group, aware that Mr Anderson's anger was focused mainly on Kurt, moved behind him, Finn placing a large hand comfortingly on his shoulder.
Mr Schue looked weary, unsure if he should intervene or let the father and son argue it out.
Blaine glanced back at his father, who was still glaring at his boyfriend.
"We'll talk about this at home," Mr Anderson spat out, finally tearing his gaze back to Blaine, jaw clenched painfully tight as he realised just how close he had come to physically hurting his son, and knew the severe repercussions that would be faced if he hit Blaine in public.
Blaine's eyes narrowed, but he nodded.
He knew that this conversation was inevitable, and would rather it be in the privacy of his house than in front of his boyfriend, friends and teacher.
"I've just got to get my bag," he said stiffly, "I'll meet you at the car," he struggled to keep his voice even as he turned and strode towards the stage, feeling the piercing gaze of his father against the back of his neck.
Blaine father grunted in acknowledgement, but made no move to leave the auditorium.
Kurt broke away from the group, and hesitantly walked towards the side of the stage, not sure what Blaine wanted while his father was watching, but ready to meet his boyfriend as he retrieved his bag nonetheless.
Blaine's pace quickened as he neared Kurt, and pulled him into a tight embrace, hands clenching into the back of Kurt's shirt as he buried his face into his neck
The teens could feel the intensity of the emotions flowing between the two as they clung to the other tightly.
Blaine let out a quiet sigh of contentment, and tightened his hold on Kurt.
"I love you, you know that right?" Kurt said quietly into the Blaine's hair.
Blaine nodded into Kurt's neck.
"Hurry up boy!" Mr Anderson yelled after a few moments.
Blaine pulled away, casting a quick glance towards his friends, resenting the look of pity splashed across their faces.
Puck stepped forward and strode towards him, pulling his hands out of his pockets and holding out a fist.
Blaine bumped it with his free hand, still clinging to Kurt with his other, surprised by the Puck's behaviour.
"If you ever need anything, just say so," Puck said quietly. He glanced back at the rest of the group, gesturing with his hand, "We're all here for you. If you need us."
They murmured in agreement.
Blaine nodded, scooped his bag over his shoulder, and turned back towards Kurt, only to be pulled into another heart filled hug.
They pulled away simultaneously, "Courage," Kurt whispered, with a little smile, brushing his thumb over Blaine's cheek.
Blaine let out a small giggle, "I love you Kurt."
"I love you too, remember, call me later, anytime."
Kurt was surprised when Blaine pulled him in for a kiss. He hadn't expected his boyfriend to show affection like this in front of his clearly homophobic father, and Kurt half wondered if Blaine was doing it to spite him.
Mr Anderson coughed loudly, and the two broke apart, turning towards the man, hands linked.
If looks could kill, Kurt could have been charge with manslaughter.
"Blaine," Mr Anderson, spitting out the name like it burned, "Lets go now," he demanded, shooting a glare at Kurt, and his hand that was linked with Blaine's.
Blaine glanced at his friends, and said quietly, "I'll see you tomorrow," before releasing Kurt's hand a walking towards his father, who had already begun the short walk to the door, where his wife was waiting with emotionless eyes.
As Blaine reached the exit, he shot one last wistful look at the group staring at him with concern, before shutting the door quietly, and turning towards his father.
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