Author's Note: Once again, I do not own Glee. I hope you like this chapter, it was hard for me to write. Please read and review!

For the first time since they had arrived, it was raining. Water poured from the sky in sheets, forcing them to stay inside. Kurt groaned, dreading a day spent with Blaine's parents. Mrs Anderson was kind, but it would be awkward with Blaine's dad there.

He got out of bed reluctantly, knowing he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep.

Blaine was already up, and he smiled at Kurt apologetically when the other boy appeared in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Morning," Kurt said.

"Good morning!" Blaine's mother said brightly. "I've had a wonderful idea."

"What is it?" Kurt asked. He didn't know Mrs Anderson well enough to judge whether her sense of a 'wonderful idea' was as skewed as her son's.

"I thought that John and I could go to one of the old plantations around here. The have some lovely historical sites in this area. You can come if you want," she offered. "But it's fine if you'd like to stay at home."

The latter option was sounding pretty good to Kurt. He glanced at Blaine and could tell that his boyfriend agreed.

"I think we'll stay here," Blaine answered.

"Are you sure you want to go in the rain though?" Kurt asked. He ignored Blaine's warning look.

"I'm sure it'll be fine. There should be plenty to do inside."

"What time will be you be back?"

"Around ten maybe? We might go out for dinner."

"Sounds good." Kurt said.

Blaine's parents left about half an hour later.

As soon as his parents pulled out of the driveway, Blaine turned to Kurt excitedly. "This is going to be awesome."

The two boys put on music and turned it up so that it blasted loudly from the speakers. The house had a nice sound system and two flat screen televisions, one upstairs and one in the living room. Kurt and Blaine weren't really interested in watching television though. They were too absorbed in each other.

They quickly got to the point they'd been at a few nights ago right before Blaine's dad came in. Both boys were panting, thrilled to be completely alone.

Kurt gazed at Blaine, enraptured. His boyfriend's eyes were a dark brown, the way they got when he was feeling particularly into their make out sessions. "You're amazing," Kurt whispered.

"Not as amazing as you," Blaine said.

They continued like that until about lunchtime, when both of them got hungry.

"Want a sandwich?" Blaine asked.

"Sure."

He fixed them the two of them lunch, and Kurt watched him adoringly. It was so cute to see Blaine being domestic. He knew it was unrealistic, but he found himself picturing them living together, maybe in an apartment in New York.

They spent the rest of the day doing whatever they felt like, which usually meant kissing on the couch.

It began to get dark, and it was raining just as hard as it had been when they woke up. The music was still loud, loud enough that they couldn't even hear the rain pounding outside the house. That was the reason they didn't notice anything until the front door slammed open.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mr Anderson yelled.

"Language, dad," Blaine said sarcastically.

Mrs Anderson put a hand on her husband's shoulder consolingly. "John, calm down."

"Calm? You want me to be calm, when I come home to find my only son eating this fag's face?" He sent a hateful look at Kurt.

Kurt shrank back against Blaine.

"Don't call him that," Blaine said.

"I'll call him whatever I want." He turned to look at Kurt. "I welcome you into my home, let my son invite you to the beach, and you repay me like this? I should have known that my son wouldn't want to hang out with a normal kid," he said, shaking his head in disgust.

Kurt felt anger boiling in his stomach. "How dare you? In case you've forgotten, your son is gay too."

"He only thinks he is because fags like you corrupted him!" Mr Anderson screamed. His grey eyes had darkened with hatred. It was terrifying, but the two boys stood their ground.

"Dad," Blaine said. "Dad, I love him." He was sobbing now. "I love him! Why can't you accept that?"

Mr Anderson took a deep breath, appearing to try to calm himself down. "I can't listen to this anymore." He seemed to make up his mind. "I want you out."

"What?" Blaine gasped.

"You heard me."

"John! Please reconsider," Blaine's mother said. "You can't turn them out."

"I can and I will. I won't have two fags under my roof."

"This is your son!" Mrs Anderson shouted. "And clearly, he loves Kurt! Don't you understand that?"

Mr Anderson looked too angry to respond.

She turned to Blaine and Kurt. "Let me talk to him. I'm sure he'll change his mind."

The two boys left the living room and went upstairs.

Blaine collapsed on his bed, crying.

Kurt hugged him, wishing there was something he could do.

"What are we going to do?" Blaine whispered.

"I don't know," Kurt said. "But I'll be there with you no matter what, I promise."

They sat like that until Blaine's mom called to them from downstairs. "You can come down now!"

They walked downstairs hand in hand.

Blaine's dad seemed to have calmed down. "You can stay," he told them.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand reassuringly. They wouldn't have to leave.

"But," his father said. "I won't have you… doing anything... while you're under my roof. I can't tolerate that."

Blaine stood up straight and glared at his father. "I can't believe you! You're supposed to be a good person! You're always talking about love and acceptance, but you can't accept anything but a perfect, straight, boy as your son." He took a breath to keep himself from screaming. "I can't take it anymore. I'm leaving."

Blaine's mother put her hands to her mouth. "Blaine, you can't leave!" She seemed near to tears.

Blaine almost changed his mind. He didn't want to hurt his mother. But he couldn't stay here. "I'm sorry Mom. I can't live in the same house with him." He smiled sadly. "I love you."

"I'll miss you," she said softly.

The two boys went upstairs for their suitcases. "I'm sorry," Blaine told Kurt. "I shouldn't have said that without asking you."

"I'm here with you whatever happens, remember?" He hugged Blaine. "I'm proud of you."

As they left the house, Kurt turned back to look at Blaine's mother, sad for the pain they were causing her. "I'm sorry," he said. Then they closed the door and headed out into the rain.