Okay well GleeFangurl721 and several others (you know who you are) requested a sequel to Blaine's Turn which I hadn't thought of doing so here is! Enjoy!
Also there is another bit after this I couldn't wrap it up in one go so it's split, sorry to leave you hanging again...
Blaine's Turn
Chapter 2
Kurt walked out of Blaine's room, armed looped through his, head held high. Their positions had been reversed. Kurt now was the mentor who whispered and texted "Courage" and Blaine was now the one who needed it.
Kurt didn't notice the tasteful high-arched ceiling, or the fact he had no idea where he was going. He was just following the shouting.
Kurt felt his boyfriend jump as glass shattered. The younger boy squeezed his hand. 'Courage.' Blaine gave a wry smile.
They descended down a spiralling staircase, as if they were going to a ballroom not a battlefield. Kurt felt Blaine pause at the base of the stairs, looking hesitant. 'What if you get-' Kurt cut him off with a kiss.
'It will be okay. It has to be.' Kurt smiled and led him to what he would later realize was the dining room.
Lexie looked furious. There was a cut across her cheek, and her fists were clenched. Now I see what she meant about fixing things by beating the shit out of someone. Kurt realized silently. Her friend ran past Kurt, bolting out the door.
The guy Lexie was facing was scary as hell. He was tall, muscled and waving a broken beer bottle around. He lunged towards Lexie, but dancing away as he saw Blaine and Kurt. 'Courage' Kurt whispered as Blaine squeezed his hand tighter.
The man bore no resemblance to Blaine, which was good because Kurt couldn't think of Blaine being related to someone like that. His nose was bleeding profusely.
'What are you doing fag? You get out of my house!' He screamed, pointing a finger at the door. Blaine didn't move an inch.
Blaine was shaking badly. He was scared, with good reason. 'Can we talk about this without being violent?'
The man laughed. 'Fine, ya wuss, whaddaya wanna talk bout?' Kurt could smell alcohol on his breath.
Kurt decided to take the lead, like Blaine had with Karofsky. 'Hi, my name is Kurt, and I'd like to talk to you about something.'
The man looked him up and down. 'Another fag in my house. Great.' He smashed his bottle against the wall.
Kurt took a deep breath and continued. 'Look, this is hard for parents to come to terms with. It took my father years to come to turns with it. He wanted me to be normal, but he loved me too much to change who I am. And even if he'd tried, it wouldn't have worked. Because we are born this way, and it's who we are.'
The guy stared at him for a moment. 'There's nothing a good beating can't change.' He stepped forward, his hand clenched.
Kurt stepped in his way. 'Beating him will only make him hide the gay so you don't hurt him anymore. It doesn't change who he is. Nothing can. He could pretend to be straight, even date girls but eventually he wouldn't be able to play the façade anymore and he'd convert back. That's what happens, with all gays who try to be straight. Believe me, I've tried, and I've known others who have. We are who we are.' The boy finished boldly, his voice squeaking embarrassingly.
The man looked down at him, eyebrows raised. After a tense moment, he stepped back, fist still clenched. 'You can both go to a special camp. Hell I'll even pay for the both of you to go, because you probably can't afford to be fixed.' He added, glancing at Kurt.
Blaine, infuriated, stepped forward. 'Don't you dare speak to my boyfriend like that!'
Kurt looked at him, wanting to kiss him but worried at the same time about the increasing rage building up in his father's face.
The man lunged forward with a snarl, pinning Kurt to the wall. 'You're making him gay you little shit!'
Kurt was shaking. 'He was born like this.' He whispered into the man's face, causing him to-if possible-go an even deeper shade of red rage.
'Get off him!' Blaine hissed, pushing him off Kurt with strength he didn't know he had. He too was shaking.
The man whirled to face them again, about to charge as a small, but pissed off Lexie tackling him.
Blaine leapt forward, dragging Lexie away and holding her close so she wouldn't attack him again. The man angrily got to his feet, straightening out his clothing.
'Leave my brother alone!' Lexie hissed as Blaine struggled to restrain her.
Kurt stepped forward, holding out his hands. 'I thought we were trying to solve this without violence. Now-'
Kurt never saw the fist coming. He stumbled back and slid to the ground, dazed.
'You bastard!' Blaine leapt forward, shoving his father back and giving him a good hook. The man shoved Blaine down, spitting out blood. He stepped forward-
-Right into Lexie high kick to his head. His head flew back but somehow he stayed on his feet. 'Bitch!' He growled, jumping forward and engaging Lexie in a fight.
Blaine was clutching his hair and crawled over to Kurt. 'Shit, I'm so sorry...'
'I'm okay.' Kurt couldn't feel his right cheek, but he sat up anyway. 'You're bleeding again.' He touched a hand to the older boys' face. His eyes closed and he pulled Kurt's face towards him.
Kurt gave him a peck on the cheek. 'It's going to be okay.' He slowly got to his feet, still dizzy. He noticed Lexie backing away, her knuckles bleeding. The guy seemed unbeatable. Then again, he was under the influence of god knows how much alcohol.
Speaking of alcohol, the man was swigging some scotch from another bottle. Kurt looked around, and noticed two women standing in the doorway. One looked around 16, and the other looked in her late 30's. They were staring at the scene in horror, shopping bags dropped at their feet.
'Mum. Lucy.' Blaine whispered, paling. The older woman looked a lot like Blaine, but the girl was a typical ditzy looking blonde with zero resemblance to Blaine and his sister.
'WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?' Blaine's mother screamed. Lexie and her father broke apart, cursing.
'Uh-oh.' Lexie murmured.
Yup, I left you hanging. Don't worry, Part 3 is almost complete. I was writing them as one until I decided to split them so expect it soon!
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