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"Blaine. Get up."

Groaning, Blaine rolled over and squinting as the light entered his bedroom. "Huh?"

"Come on, Blaine. I got some stuff planned for the day and I need your help."

"Dad?" Blaine asked, squinting as he looked up at his father.

"Yeah. Now get out of bed. I want you downstairs and ready to work in 10 minutes," Blaine's father, Michael, said.

"What are we doing?" Blaine asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"I'll explain when you get downstairs. Now hurry up, we've got a big day ahead of us. Oh and make sure to put on some old clothes."

Blaine watched his father walk out of his room and shut the door behind him. What on earth was his dad on about? Ever since he came out, his father had taken to pretending that Blaine didn't exist and now apparently he wanted to spend the entire day doing something with Blaine. Yeah, something was definitely going on and even in his tired state, Blaine could sense it.

Ignoring his suspicions, Blaine got up, went to the bathroom, and brushed his teeth. He walked back to his bedroom and started digging through his closet to find some old clothes. That was the other thing. What were they doing that required Blaine to have old clothes? Again, he ignored his suspicions and dug out a old pair of jeans that had holes in one of the knees and t shirt that had a giant stain on the bottom right of it.

Blaine glanced in the mirror on his way out of his room. He looked a lot different than he did on any other given day, and just one look made Blaine feel repulsed. He looked terrible, but there was nothing he could do about it now. And since he didn't know what his dad had planned, it would probably be best to not wear his good clothes.

Blaine walked downstairs to find his dad sitting at the table, drinking coffee out of a mug. He glanced up from the newspaper he was reading and said, "You ready to go, Blaine?"

"Where are we going?" All Blaine wanted were some answers.

"We're going out to the garage. I just got this old car from my friend and I thought we could spend the summer fixing it up."

"What?" Blaine questioned. Now he was really confused. Blaine didn't like working on cars. His father didn't like working on cars. Why on earth were they going to spend a summer fixing up an old car?

"I thought we could use this as a bonding experience. You know, father and son, just getting our hands dirty?" Michael said enthusiastically.

"Uh yeah. Sounds like fun," Blaine lied.

"Great. Let's go get started."

Michael got up from the table and led the way out to the garage where everything had been moved in order to make room for this broken car. Even though Blaine had a very limited knowledge of how cars work, he could tell that this was going to be a very long project.

Michael and Blaine spent all of the day, as well as all of the next day working on the car. There wasn't much conversation apart from "Can you hand me that tool?" or "Here, hold this for a minute.", but Blaine didn't mind. Sure he would have rather been inside doing something he enjoyed instead of working out in the garage with his father, but at least his father had kept his opinions on Blaine's sexuality to himself. Michael had made it very clear the night that Blaine had come out that he did not approve of his son's sexuality.

The weekend ended and Blaine was lucky enough to get a whole five days off from working on the car. He took that time to relax, as well as think about what his father's angle was. As far as he could tell, there was nothing except maybe trying to get to know his son better. Although, Blaine could easily think of a couple of other ways to do some father son bonding.

Saturday came and Michael was in Blaine's room at the crack of dawn. "Come on. I want to get an early start today."

"What? Yeah, dad. I'll be right there."

Blaine dragged himself out of bed and got ready for what was likely to be another uneventful day of working on a car that neither Blaine nor his father truly cared about.

Blaine and his father worked in relative silence for about an hour. Then, Michael asked, "So, have you seen any cute girls lately?"

Blaine stopped what he was doing to stare confusedly at his father. "Uh, dad. I'm gay."

"What about Jessica? You know Mr. Adams's daughter?" Michael continued, ignoring Blaine's reminder.

That was when it hit Blaine. His father hadn't wanted to bond with him. He wanted to try and convince him to turn straight because for whatever reason Michael didn't grasp that it wasn't a choice. Blaine didn't choose to be gay anymore than he chose to be straight.

"Dad, I'm not interested."

"Just think about it, Blaine. She'd be great for you. And she's really cute as well."

Blaine just shook his head in disgust, tempted to go back inside and get away from his father's judgment. But for some reason, Blaine decided to tough it out. If it was like last weekend where there was not much talking, he could do it, he decided.

Unfortunately, it wasn't like the first weekend. It was never like the first weekend. Each weekend Michael would drop hints about some girl and ask if any girl had caught Blaine's eye. And every time, Blaine would respond by saying he is gay and that he wasn't interested.

He wanted more than anything to just get away from his father during these weekends, but he knew there was nothing he could do. If he went inside, his father would follow him in and insist that he come back out to work. Sometimes his mother came and encouraged him to go outside and get his hands dirty. "It'll make you feel better," she said.

No matter what his parents said nothing made him feel better. Nothing helped to get rid of the thought that the only reason his father was spending time with him in the first place was so that he could maybe turn him straight.