Chapter 4

Kurt insists on being the one to drive.

That alone does not come as any kind of surprise to Blaine, or raise any suspicion with him. Kurt just does that sometimes, ask to be the one in control. And Blaine is totally fine with it, because with Kurt he knows he can lean back and relax. Because with Kurt 'I am safe.' So Blaine spends the whole drive head turned to the side watching Kurt with a smile on his face, one happy thought on his mind, 'Date night!'

That is how Blaine only notices where exactly they are once they stop and he throws a quick glance out the window, before whipping his head back around and starring bluntly outside, "What are we doing at my house?"

Blaine had just left here a short while ago. And he knows who is in there, right now.

"Kurt?" he asks anew with more urgency.

Kurt and Charles Anderson had talked for a long while on that day, about a week ago, about possible scenarios of what was to come. And they had agreed in the end, taking the Hummels' place as a safe space away from Blaine, unthinkable, a public place, equally inconvenient for a talk of the kind Charles was hoping to have with his son today. So one place had remained, a place to make hopefully happier, brighter with the things left to unfold.

"Kurt?" Blaine is beginning to sound desperate now as he watches his boyfriend climb from the vehicle, rounding it and holding the side-door open for Blaine.

"Trust me?" it is meant to be a statement, but it comes out of Kurt's mouth with the soft edges of a question, Kurt asking for permission to be on Blaine's side through this, for this. A spark of betrayal hits Kurt from the inside, 'What if I am SO wrong?' about all of this. After all Blaine knows his own father so much better than he does 'Don't you?'

Blaine slowly emerges from the car, eyes glistening with worry and doubt.

'So much doubt,' Kurt thinks, needing to take some of it away, to at least try to do that. Kurt shuts the car door behind Blaine, locks the car and then wraps Blaine tightly in his arms. "Your dad wants to talk to you."

"My dad? You haven't even ever met ..., did he hares you, did he call you and ... and ...," Blaine is shaking now, "did he tell you to break up with me?"

"Blaine," Kurt breathes out softly, "no one could ever make me break up with you. Like I would let them," tightening his hold on Blaine, and feeling Blaine's hands grasping for a stronger hold on him in return.

"What does he want?" Blaine asks, voice caught in a tremor.

"It's nothing bad. I promise. I ... he needs to tell you himself though, okay?"

"Why didn't you tell me before about tonight?"

"I thought you wouldn't agree ..."

Blaine cuts Kurt off, "I don't want you ..., I don't want us to get hurt again. He ... he ... ."

"He came to see me, a week ago."

"When I was out of town?" And there is a sudden angry surge to Blaine's voice that sounds so unfamiliar to Kurt's ears. He does not know Blaine angry, not like this, not after all they have been through, ... only afraid, which is not one ounce better, only '... different.'

Kurt nods, "He wanted to talk to me to find out how to ... ."

"No no no no no," Blaine shakes his head, "He only wanted to talk to Nathan the night we got attacked at Sadie Hawkins," Blaine breaks off in tears, "and I never got to see him again."

"Hey, shhhhh, shhhhh" Kurt had not known that, stands here, now doubting everything he had thought to be the truth, doubting all over again. "I am here. Aren't I? He asked me to come here with you. He told me he just didn't know what to do anymore to try and reach you," Kurt tries his best to reassure. But now his voice too, his words, are lacking certainty.

"Reach me? I live under one roof with him."

"You really don't though, live together, share your life with him," Kurt says with a slight, unintended edge to his voice that cuts Blaine deep into his chest, making his breaths stutter. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean you are doing something wrong," Kurt adds in a rush, starting to feel at a total loss here.

Blaine just stands there in shocked silence, clinging to Kurt, willing his tears to subside again.

"I am on your side, always on your side, I promise, Bee. I promise."

"Why are you making me do this then, whatever it is?"

"Because I know how much feeling like you cannot talk to or be around someone you love, you want to love ... hurts. Before I came out to my dad ..., I was in so much pain, all the fucking time!"

"I am out to him. That is part of the problem," Blaine murmurs into Kurt's shoulder, face firmly buried there.

"Please let us try and talk to him, Blaine. Please! If he was honest with me last week then he has only the best of intentions."

"And if he wasn't?" Blaine whispers, swallowing past the painfully lodged lump in his throat.

Kurt cups Blaine's cheek tenderly with one hand, waits for him to connect their gazes, "Then we will be out of there, before you can even think homophobic prick." Kurt waits for the flash of the smile to cross Blaine's face then whispers, "Deal?"

"Deal," Blaine whispers back before throwing himself again into a hug that lasts a lot longer than anything they have ever done in even close proximity of this house when they knew the people they are about to sit down with were in there.