A.N. Hiya guys! So this is one I wrote that is full of angst and ends kind of abruptly but I leave it up to you to picture what you think happened next. Also, I have no idea what to call this, so I'm going to put up a poll and ask you guys what title it should have. It's rated T for violence. So Kurt goes to meet Blaine's homophobic parents... this should go over well... and don't get me wrong, I like Cooper, but for the purpose of this fic, he and Blaine aren't on the best of terms at the moment. Enjoy! :D
Disclaimer - I don't own Glee
One Hundred Percent In Love
Lima, Ohio is a relatively small town. This is the town with such remarkable characters as Kurt Hummel: the flamboyant and confidant gay, Rachel Berry: the selfish but talented Jewish girl, and Mercedes: the witty and sassy black girl. The town of Lima is also frequently visited by one Blaine Anderson.
Blaine lives in Westerville, Ohio, about two hours away from his boyfriend Kurt. Blaine attends William McKinley High School along with Kurt, Rachel, and Mercedes as well as other colourful characters such as Noah Puckerman: Resident bad ass with a mo hawk, Finn Hudson: Softie super tall quarterback, Santana Lopez: lesbian cheerleader with an attitude, Brittany S. Pierce: unintelligent cheer leading, girlfriend to Santana, and several living so far away, Blaine attends public school with Kurt in favour of his previous boarding school, Dalton Academy, because (simply put) he's in love. That, and he wants to be as far from his family as possible, even if he suffers through dinner every night.
There was his brother, Cooper Anderson, who was always arrogant and self-centered. He always wanted the spotlight and it was always given to him. He thought of himself as some sort of all-knowing God and often gave really bad advice to those who couldn't see how misguided he was. Worst of all, Cooper acted as if his little brother was of no more importance than some fan who wanted his autograph. Cooper was an actor, famous for his commercial and he was letting the fame get to his head. Luckily, he had moved out ages ago, but that didn't mean his parents talked about him any less.
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson would compare their youngest son to their oldest one, bragging about Cooper's successful acting career and belittling every one of Blaine's accomplishments that could never quite live up to their only straight son's.
Alicia and James Anderson are homophobic; they are not accepting of the fact that Blaine likes boys instead of girls and they take every chance that have to try and change his mind. Alicia uses insults and belittling techniques to try and make her son normal again, where as James simply spits out hate with every word he utters. No one knows whether or not they love Blaine, but no matter what, Blaine loves them - if only a little bit. He is often angered by something his parents tend to say, frequently visiting the basement where his punching bag and boxing gear lie. It is there that he releases his anger in a somewhat healthy way.
When boarding at Dalton, Blaine never had to see his parents, but now he eats dinner with them every night and it's non-stop Cooper or non-stop insults.
One day, Blaine started the supper conversation - a rare occurrence. It was a Tuesday evening in Westerville, and the Anderson's residence was abnormally quiet except for the scraping of metal utensils against ceramic plates. Alicia had just scooped a reasonable amount of potatoes into her mouth when Blaine spoke.
"I want you guys to meet my boyfriend." Alicia promptly began choking on her food and James patted her back soothingly. He glared at his son, who sat across the table from him.
"What are you trying to do, kill her?" he asked as his wife calmed down and drank from her glass of water. Blaine ignored him and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"I've already met Kurt's family and I really want him to meet you guys." Though I have no clue why... he added in his mind. "Would it be okay if he came over for dinner tomorrow? You can even pretend he's a girl if you want." He really didn't want to say that last part, but he was desperate for his parents' approval, or at least, something of the like.
Alicia and James shared a look. Nodding at each other, they turned to Blaine. "We'll get back to you tomorrow." Mrs. Anderson announced. Blaine nodded happily and shoved some broccoli into his mouth. This was more than he thought he'd get. A surge of hope swelled in his chest. I can't wait to text Kurt... he thought, chewing his food. He'll be excited.
GLEE
The next day found Kurt at his locker, spraying his hair with hairspray and double-checking that his outfit was perfect in the mirror. He grabbed his textbook and binders just as his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and smiled as he realized that he'd gotten a text from Blaine.
Hey gorgeous, guess what? -B
What? -K
You're coming over for dinner tonight. -B
...-K
I am? -K
Yeah! :D Then you'll finally get to meet my parents -B
I thought that they weren't ok with you being gay -K
They aren't. I'm hoping tonight will change their minds :) -B
(rolls eyes) I doubt it. From what you've told me (which isn't much by the way) it's going to take a lot more than that. -K
But I'll come. -K
:D -B
You're the best Kurt! -B
I know ;) -K
GLEE
Blaine pulled up to his driveway and parked the car. He turned to face his boyfriend in the passenger seat who was trying desperately not to look nervous or scared. Blaine got out of the vehicle and moved to the other side to open the door for Kurt. The countertenor stepped out with his head held high and his back straight. Together, they walked up to the veranda of the Victorian-style house. Blaine unlocked the door and opened it without a sound.
"Mom! Dad! We're home!" shouted the shorter of the two boys. He slipped off his shoes and grabbed his boyfriend's hand. He led them to the dining room where the table was set with four plates. Still no answer from the Anderson parents. Blaine and Kurt wandered into the kitchen with the smells of pad thai swarming their noses. The food was sitting in a pot on the stove cooling. Blaine turned to Kurt.
"Maybe they're not home yet. Come on, let's go upstairs and get started on our homework." He tugged the senior up the stairs to his room, but before they could close the door behind them, Alicia's voice rang out.
"Blaine? Is that you?"
"Yeah mom!"
"Get down here!"
"Yes mom." Klaine went downstairs to greet Alicia. She had long black hair and green eyes. She was about Blaine's height and stood with her hands on her hips. She tapped her foot impatiently.
"When you bring a guest home, it's only polite to introduce them." She scolded as Blaine and Kurt stood before her, hands still clasped. Her gaze never wavered from her son, though she did glance at their linked hands with disgust.
"Well, I called for you, but-" Blaine tried to protest, but his mother interrupted him rather rudely.
"No excuses! Go sit at the table." she ordered, stomping away to find James. Kurt blinked.
"That was... interesting." He commented, trying not to let Blaine know just how intimidated he was. Blaine looked at him apologetically and gave his hand a gently squeeze.
"Don't worry, my parents only care about their appearance, so if you go around telling people they're awful... well, they can't that." he smiled and Kurt's stomach churned.
Then they'll just get rid of me! He thought as they took their seats at the table; they sat across from each other so that the adults could sit at the ends. There they sat for several minutes in complete and utter silence. After several minutes of waiting, Kurt's stomach grumbled. Blaine chuckled.
"I'm sorry they're keeping you waiting." He apologized for what probably wasn't going to be the last time that night.
"It's alright. I'd better go check on the food and make it's not cold though." Kurt stood up and left for the kitchen. Blaine stayed behind for hear of being too clingy. Who follows their boyfriend to the kitchen and back for reason?
Kurt reached the stove and lifted the lid. Sure enough, no steam was coming up. Their dinner was cold. He signed.
"Hey!" Kurt jumped and slammed the lid back on the pat. James stood in the doorway with his wife just behind him and he looked at Kurt with anger and disgust. "I don't need some flaming homosexual breathing in my food and contaminating the rest of my family." He spat. He then proceeded to toss the entire pot (food, lid, EVERYTHING) into the trash can while wearing oven mitts to avoid touching anything Kurt might have touched.
"I'm sorry," Kurt said sincerely. "I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Kurt Hummel and you must be the famed Mr. Anderson." He held out his hand to shake, seeing as how he was still wearing the oven mitts but both spouses cringed away from him. Had they never touched their son before? Like seriously. Dropping his hand, Kurt apologized again and backed into the dining room with Blaine. His relief was short-lived, however, when the Anderson parents followed about three meters behind him.
"Well, now that our food is successfully wasted," she glared at Kurt, whose fists were clenched beneath the table cloth, "we will be forced to order take-out."
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. "Wasn't that pad thai already take-out?" he asked. Alicia gritted her teeth..
"No... it was home-cooked."
"But mom... you can't cook to save your life." Poor, oblivious Blaine.
"Shut up!" James ordered. Blaine clamped his mouth shut and stared at his empty plate. Kurt was practically fuming in his chair, but he managed not to say anything even though it was absolutely killing him not to.
"We'll call for pizza." With that, Alicia left the room to call the pizza place without asking what Kurt or anyone else wanted. James sat down in his chair and pursed his lips.
"So, Blaine tells me you're abandoning him for New York." He randomly states. Kurt splutters on air, completely off guard.
"Um, no sir. I mean, I am going to New York, but Blaine and I will still be together and I wouldn't want to tear him away from his education by dragging him with me." He answered. Blaine smiled encouragingly.
"So his education is the most important thing to you?"
"Well, no of course not. His happiness-"
"It should be his safety tha-"
"I happen to-"
"Don't interrupt me!" James barked and slammed his fist into the table. "You don't really love Blaine, and his little faggot phase was caused by YOU!" he accused, seething. His anger must have been clouding his brain because those two statements (albeit false) were completely unrelated in any way. Blaine stood up, just as angry.
"Dad! I'm gay and I've known since before I even met Kurt, and we are one hundred percent in love."
"Don't sass me boy!" Both Andersons were on their feet now. Feeling the pressure inside of him build, Kurt stood up as well.
"Guys, let's just all settled down." He held up his hands in a cautious gesture, palms facing James. Said adult whirled on him.
"Stay out of this and get out of my house!" He snarled.
"Don't talk to him like that! And he's allowed any time he'd like!" Blaine fought back.
Kurt had had enough. "I don't think I'll be coming back though, seeing as your homophobic."
"What did you call me?" James bellowed, stepping around the table to get in Kurt's face. The countertenor kept up a straight face and didn't back down.
"Homophobic. It means you're scared of gay people."
"If I were scared of you, would you be in my house?"
"I'm here, aren't I? And yet you refuse to touch me or anything I've breathed on or touched."
"Why you little..." James was seeing red as he grabbed Kurt by his collar and shook him violently. Blaine tried to leap over the table but ended up crashing onto the ground, taking quite a few dishes with him.
"Dad, no!" He cried right before his face came into contact with the floor.
"You think you can waltz in here uninvited-"
"I was invited."
"-and spread your gay fairy dust all over us and control our minds even more than you have Blaine's?"
"I-" Kurt started, but was immediately interrupted by James.
"Shut up!" He slammed Kurt against the wall, keeping his grip on the boy's shirt tight.
"DAD!" Blaine screamed. He lunged for his father and yanked him away from the one he loved. James back-handed his son square across the face - and that was when Kurt lost it.
"You bastard!" He tackled Mr. Anderson to the ground (he was stronger than people gave him credit for) and tried to hold him in place; it didn't work. He was thrown off just as Blaine took his place over his father. He threw a swift punch to his father's jaw when-
"BLAINE EVERETT ANDERSON!" Alicia screamed. She marched over to him and managed to pull the teenager off of her husband. She about to yell some more when they were silenced by Kurt's yelp of pain.
"Kurt!" When Blaine had been taken off his dad, James had immediately targeted Kurt. Blaine pulled away from his mother and threw his arms around his boyfriend as he took the next punch - and then the next, and the next, and the next, and the next.
"James, STOP!" The hits ceased as Alicia's voice echoed throughout the room. Kurt was shaking and Blaine fell limp, but he was still conscious. He refused to relinquish his hold on the boy he knew he was destined to be with, lest the attacks start up again.
"What?" James snapped, looking at his wife with rage clear in his brown eyes.
"Look." she nodded her head at their child. Her husband snorted.
"I know. Our son's a faggot." Both teens flinched. Alicia shook her head.
"Not that. Look at how he's holding the other one. This may be some sort of disgusting phase in his life, but it's obvious that he cherishes him. When they break-up and Blaine comes to his senses, we will be there to help him back into the life of normal people, but until then, if he's happy, then we should be happy enough to wait."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that you need to stop beating these kids before they call the cops on us and destroy our business and everything we have worked so hard for."
Chest heaving, James spat at the two cowering boys and stood up. He spoke directly to Blaine, as if Kurt was not even in the room.
"I never want to see his face again." Suddenly, Kurt un-buried his face from Blaine's chest.
"And you probably never will. But you'll never see Blaine's face again because I'm taking him with me."
"You can't just kidnap him! I'll-!"
"Call the cops on us? So we can show them the bruises you gave us?" he was met with silence. "And it's not kidnapping if he goes willingly, right Blaine?" the boy whimpered and nodded. Kurt was trying really hard not to cry, but we wasn't quite succeeding. He had to be strong; for Blaine. He took said boy's hand and dragged him out the front door, not bothering to close it behind them.
End Note: So, yeah. James and Alicia's personalities are kind of all over the place, but as mentioned in the very first chapter of this story, my handwritten fics aren't as good as my typed ones. And the ending his kind of abrupt. You know, if you guys want me to continue any one-shots as sequals or send me prompts for one-shots (and on-shots ONLY) I would be happy to look at them and try to fill them. They would probably not be in this fic though, probably somewhere else on my profile because I'd want to type them and I want to make these good. Hope you enjoyed! :D