Hey guys,
Sorry there was a bit of a wait. I'll try to upload the next chapter with less of a gap, it's been hectic at Uni. Thanks again to my wonderful beta kawaii01.

Enjoy.

Kurt sat with Nick and Maria chatting casually, he'd found them right after the announcement. He found his eyes drifting to the therapy room. Just as he looked at it, the door was thrown open and Blaine stormed out. He did not look happy and was heading to a cabin that Kurt knew wasn't his. He had completely not sat looking at the cabins waiting to see him come out of one this morning. If he had he would have known that Blaine was headed to Jeff's cabin. They sure spent a lot of time together; Kurt noted bitterly. Apparently someone else noticed as well.

"I guess it didn't go well." Maria commented nodding at Blaine. Nick growled slightly. "He's heading straight to Jeff's." She noted. Nick growled louder but she didn't seem to be taking the hint.

"You don't think they're…?" She looked at Nick who scowled.

"Jeff's not gay!" He said defensively. "And he'd never go for Blaine anyway." He concluded bitterly.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. Well, that was interesting. One, Nick totally liked Jeff but was hiding it and was probably still in the closet. And two, he had unconsciously and accidently just implied that Blaine was gay. And Maria hadn't contradicted. That was something Kurt was very interested in. Wait, no he shouldn't be feeling this about his new friend's ex-boyfriend. His eyes flicked to Maria, his brain in over-drive. She was kind, sweet and he didn't want to destroy his friendships with these two kids. He didn't have many friends and wanted to keep these ones.

He sighed slightly knowing he would have to let this crush on Blaine go. Typical, the first time he falls for a guy who could actually like him back and he has to let it go.

Maria shrugged.
"I just thought… but you're right. Jeff's not gay… that we know."
She added at the end, earning her a scowl from Nick. Kurt hid a smile realising she was doing it on purpose to annoy her brother.

Kurt realised this was the first time he had heard them talk about sexuality and that there was something about him that they didn't know. For the first time in his life Kurt hesitated before telling them. He really liked these people and hoped they would be accepting of him. He really wanted to have friends during his time here. He decided to kill two birds with one stone by telling them and finding out whether Blaine was in fact gay.

"I'm the only out of the closet gay here that I know of." He said trying to ignore his heart-beat rising and the panic settling in his stomach and chest. They both glanced at him.

"Oh." Maria said breaking the silence. "I guess we didn't want to assume but…"

"Yeah." Nick said awkwardly scratching his head leaving Kurt to assume Blaine wasn't out of the closet fully yet. He sighed. It was hard being one of few people who actually told everyone. At least Nick and Maria didn't seem to have a problem with it. They fell back into casual chatting before Nick and Maria's mother came over to get them. It was there turn for therapy.

Kurt wondered how it would go. They were one of the families that although they had issues, they didn't seem to have issues with each other. Not outright issues anyway. Kurt watched them walk away. They seemed happy not nervous. They didn't appear to have legitimate reasons to be here but they wouldn't have come here for nothing right. Someone sat on the log next to him.

"Hi." The person said smiling at him. Kurt returned the smile.

"Hey, I'm Kurt Hummel." He said. "And you are?"

"Tyler Morgis." The kid said. Kurt glanced at them wondering if they were female or male and deciding it didn't really matter at this point.

"Nice to meet you." Kurt said realising too late he probably should have added something because now they fell into silence.

"So, where are you from?" Tyler asked.

"Lima, Ohio." Kurt answered. "And you?"

"Oh, we don't really have a stable home. We have houses in a few different states but we mostly stay here for rotations of camps. Every now and then we go stay in our New York house but other than that we just stay here." Tyler responded.

"Wow, is your family like really troubled?" Kurt asked in disbelief. Tyler laughed.

"No, Sally's my mum."

"You have a different last name." Kurt noted.

"Yeah, I have my dad's. Mum changed hers back to her maiden name after he died but I kept it."

"Oh." Kurt said slightly awkwardly. Tyler smiled.

"It's fine. You're actually the first person to notice."

"Have you talked to a lot of people?" Kurt asked.

"Most of the teenagers. I was talking to Jeff but he headed back to his cabin to set up his play station for when Blaine finished therapy." Tyler said nonchalantly. Kurt nodded.

"And they didn't notice?" He asked.

"Well when I told them, Jeff, who is apparently not a morning person, was half asleep and Blaine seemed on edge about family therapy so, I don't blame them." Tyler replied. Kurt nodded again thinking about his upcoming therapy session. He wasn't nervous. All he had to do was try, as his father had said, and it would all be over. He couldn't bring himself to feel guilty. His father didn't need Carole; she was just a temporary problem. He smiled at Tyler.

"Oh, well that makes sense I guess." He shrugged. "I'm not really nervous for mine but I guess his family probably has worse issues than mine." Tyler nodded and leaned against the table casually.

"Yeah. His family looks pretty bad but I suppose the fact they are here must mean that they want to get better."

Kurt nodded in response pondering the mystery that was Blaine Anderson, feeling slightly bitter that he would never have a chance to know the whole story. He was glad he'd made friends, he didn't have that many but he still wished he hadn't been pushed to one side of the drama. It was because of his friendship with Nick and Maria that he was seeing a biased view of what had happened; in saying that he didn't know all that much about the whole situation. Most of it was assumptions which might be proved wrong, probably not, he was usually right.

Kurt looked at Tyler.

"So, do your family have to do counselling and crap too?" He asked. Tyler smiled.

"Not really. We have to get checked at the start of every year to make sure we are completely sane and mentally stable to make sure my mum is fit to run the camp but other than that, unless we show signs of a dysfunctional relationship, they leave us alone."

Kurt nodded and glanced around. Nick and Maria still hadn't come back from the counsellor and Kurt didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. He sighed and stood.

"I suppose I better go and see what my dad and Carole are doing." He said disdainfully. He shot Tyler a smile and walked towards his cabin. He walked in and frowned, his father was nowhere to be seen and Carole was in the kitchen cooking. She smiled over at him hopefully.

Kurt rolled his eyes and stormed into his room. He was still angry that he had to share it with a neanderthal. He sat down on his bed feeling grateful that the lump was out somewhere probably hitting on a girl somewhere. Kurt thought about the girls here and shuddered. He was glad he was gay because there was absolutely nothing more terrifying than teenage girls. Some were okay to be friends with, like Mercedes and Maria but others were just plain crazy.

That Rachel girl he had seen across the camp site seemed very scary. He'd seen her around his school but had developed a habit of avoiding her as much as possible. And then there were the Cheerios. Kurt wasn't even going to start thinking about them or he might have nightmares later.

Kurt sighed and flopped back, lying on his bed lazily. He glanced through his window and realised he could see into someone else's room. The cabin next door's smaller bedroom identical to this. He frowned and got up, yanking the curtains shut not wanting anyone looking at him. That was an annoying thought. He'd have to keep the curtains closed most of the time.

He sat back down suddenly realising he actually was a little nervous for family counselling. After all, this could be what freed him from that woman and her son. He could finally get back to life the way it was supposed to be; him and his dad not needing anyone else. Kurt stood and walked out to the kitchen ignoring Carole and opening the fridge to look inside.

"I'm making lunch. It's…" Carole trailed off as he grabbed a bottle of soda from the fridge and walked back into his room slamming the door. Kurt sat down opening his soda and pulling out his cell phone. He sent a quick text to Mercedes asking her how her summer was going so far. When she didn't respond, he tossed his cell phone onto the table next to the bed and grabbed his bag. Opening the side compartment, he pulled out one of his fashion magazines.

Kurt flicked through, glancing at the notations down the side; his critical analysis of the outfits and fashion trends. He pulled out a pen and continued where he had left off, thinking deeply about the contrast levels and what the wearer was trying to achieve with this look and consequently how successful they had been.

He glanced up after was had seemed to be five minutes to realise it had been over an hour. It took him a moment to figure out what had broken his concentration. A knock at the door.

"Yeah?" He called out.

"Lunch." Came his father's gruff reply.

He sighed carefully sliding the magazine back into his bag, being careful not to let it crease, or worse, rip.

Kurt walked out and frowned straight away. They were sitting around the table eating pleasantly, actually looking like a family.

"Can I eat in my room or do I have to play Brady Bunch?" He asked bitterly. His father gave him a hard look, he sighed. "I thought so." He concluded sitting down sullenly.

He helped himself to some of the spaghetti bolognaise Carole had made and tried to tune out the conversation between the three about some stupid festival they were planning to go to when they got home.

"They have fashion stalls, Kurt." Carole said. Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of fashion stalls?" He asked suspiciously.

"Apparently Richard Chai is going to be there." She said with a slight shrug.

"Wait, where is this festival?" He asked, there was no way a designer who won 2010 Council of Fashion Designers of America Designer of the Year would be coming to Lima.

"New York." Finn answered with his mouth full of food.

Kurt took a moment to shudder at the disgusting lump before reacting.

"New York? New York City? We're going to New York City?" He asked in disbelief.

"If things go… well here, I don't see why it would be a problem." His father said before taking another bite.

Kurt ate in silence processing the information he had just been given. New York City. The world of fashion and Broadway would be at his feet. His dreams would be so close. He had to get there but for that to happen… he would have to let his father and Carole stay together. They couldn't do that to him. They couldn't give him that ultimatum; parents are not supposed to bribe their children.

He didn't want Carole and Finn in his life but he wanted New York in his life. Why couldn't it just all work out? Kurt took another bite and bitterly started thinking about how long it would take him to save for tickets to New York without his father.

He stayed silent for the rest of the meal weighing up his options. His father looked at the clock and stood indicating it was time for their therapy session. They all stood and made their way over to the building.

They waited outside until the family before them came out, looking not that happy but not too unhappy either. Kurt sighed and waited for his dad and Carole to walk in before slipping in letting the door shut in Finns face before remembering he was in a family counselling room. He shrugged it off and walked over sitting on the opposite side of his father from Carole as Finn entered and sat next to Carole.

The counsellor watched passively and smiled at them.

"Hello Hudson-Hummels. I'm Maureen and I'm the therapist. First I would love it if you could introduce yourselves. Tell me a little bit about yourselves like where you're from, what you do and why you are here. Try to relax, this is just an introductory session for me to see where you are at and how we can help."

"Okay," Burt cleared his throat and glanced around at all of them. "I guess I'll go first. I'm Burt Hummel and I'm from Lima, Ohio. I'm a mechanic and also a congressman. This is my second marriage, my first wife Lizzy, died when Kurt was about eight years old. Uhm, I guess I'm here to try and convince my son, Kurt, that this marriage is what's best for our family and to try to get him to consider my happiness in the current situation."

'Ouch' thought Kurt bitterly, refusing to look over at his father and increasing his blinking rate, trying to make it look like what his father had just said didn't bother him. Did his father really think Kurt hadn't thought about his happiness? His father didn't understand. His father was not in love with Carole, he just thought he was.

"Okay, I guess I'll go next, uhh, I'm Finn Hudson. I'm a senior at high school this year at McKinley High in Lima. I also work after school and on the weekends at the garage with Burt, saving for college," He admitted somewhat sheepishly. "I guess I'm here because Kurt kind of hates me and my mom. A lot." He said awkwardly glancing at Kurt who gave him a cold look before looking away at the wall sullenly.

"That makes it my turn then." Carole said brightly. Kurt frowned. So, he was automatically last, always second-best, last place Kurt Hummel, that was him.

"My name is Carole Hudson-Hummel. I work as a receptionist at a small law firm in town, part time, and am a wife and mother, fulltime." Kurt rolled his eyes at the complete disgustingly cuteness of it all. It was like they were in a sick psychotic television program or something. "I'm here because as Finn said Kurt has not received the relationship and eventual marriage between me and Burt very well at all and seems to dislike me immensely." She said her voice cracking a little.

Kurt rolled his eyes again. They were acting like he was doing something wrong. He was just protecting his father. He was just being honest, isn't honesty the best policy?

"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel. I'm at McKinley with Finn, unfortunately – the school I mean although being around Finn is unfortunate as well, I hope to move to New York and do a fashion major once I graduate, I live and breathe fashion. I also sing in my spare time. My biggest dream is to perform on a Broadway stage wearing my own designs and get a standing ovation. I cannot wait to get out of Lima; it is a town with no potential full of sad people and homophobes. I am here because my father remarried without being cautious and chose a partner who is not representative of our family and who is not and never will be any kind of mother figure in my life. I think he completely over-looked me in this situation and never considered how it would impact me at all."

Kurt smiled at Maureen watching her passive face as she took notes and processed the information.

"Okay, I guess I'll ask a few questions and then we can wrap up." Maureen said with a smile glancing down at her notes. "Carole, I want you to tell me your true and honest thoughts about Kurt."

Carole sighed obviously expecting a reaction from him. Kurt almost sneered but held back, instead letting out a slight snicker.

"Well, I think he's very talented with his fashion and his singing and he seems like a nice kid, to other people, but to be honest I think he is very spoiled and very rude and I don't understand because Burt is so humble, down to earth and over all, a gentleman. It's like Kurt didn't learn any of those qualities even though he had a strong role-model to look up to. In saying that, I believe Kurt is very brave and I know he endures a lot at school and he is very strong, resilient and persistent."

Kurt stared at the ground sullenly thinking about what she had said. Spoiled. How dare she say he was spoiled? How dare she imply that he was the problem here? She was the problem and she had to know that.

"Okay, and Kurt would you tell me your honest opinion of Carole?" Maureen asked turning her head to him.

Kurt let the cold smile take over his face knowing Carole would cry at what he was about to say.

"I think Carole is the most ridiculous person I have ever met. She's useless, walking around like a princess waiting for someone to save her. Her and that lump over there have absolutely no signs of intelligence and I believe they are pretty much proof that humans are related to apes. She's ugly and has no fashion sense, I've seen pre-schoolers with more class. She's rude and uninformed. She clearly doesn't know anything about me, spoiled? I have not been spoiled. My mother died, my father had to solely raise me, I get hell at school just for being who I am; I am not spoiled. Carole has no special skills or talents, nothing, she's pretty much a tumour on the bane of my father's existence and he would be exponentially better without her." Kurt said coldly not even bothering to look over to where he heard the shallow breathes and sobs from the other side of his father and the glares from the other two males in the room.

"Well, okay then. This has been very informative, just a few questions for Burt and Finn now. Finn, how do you feel about the current living situation?"

"I – I don't like when he makes my mom cry all the time and picks on her just with the purpose of upsetting her. He does it all the time at home especially when me and Burt aren't there and it just makes it worse. And you know we have to share a room and it's pretty sucky having to be around him when he clearly hates me." Finn said.

"Okay, so to you, you feel like Kurt makes you uncomfortable living there? He makes you feel unwelcome?" Maureen responded taking a few notes before looking up and meeting Finn's gaze.

"Yeah, it's like he always takes the time to remind us how we don't belong there and that he doesn't want us there."

"Okay. And Burt how do you feel hearing all of this? How do you feel about the situation?"

"I hate hearing him say things like that about Carole, and what's even worse is that I know he thinks they are true. I really want Kurt to see the good things about Carole and Finn rather than just focussing on the bad. I want him to understand how much this is helping me and it's good for me, being with Carole, and that I really love her. I don't want to lose her and Finn, but I don't want to lose Kurt either."

Maureen nodded and smiled at them, letting a silence fall and just looking at each of them in turn.

"Okay," She said finally breaking the silence. "What we are going to do is I'm going to come up with a plan and next time we will do some activities and fun things and we'll also talk about a few things in more detail. You are all free to go. I look forward to seeing you all again." She concluded with a smile.

Kurt stood and stretching, yawning out loud, before turning and stalking out, walking across the campsite and sitting down next to someone without even looking at them.

"Don't you just hate family therapy? You always come out feeling like the villain even though it's not you." He said bitterly looking up to see who he was talking to.