Chapter 6
Blaine sleeps at the Hummels' home that night, and the next.
In Kurt's bed. In Kurt's arms.
And it is not to avoid his father, or his mother, it is to get a break, catch a breath and then, on the third day to meet his father on neutral ground, with fresh eyes, and a clearer if not clear head.
It works.
They talk and talk, over coffee, over lunch, into the evening, until Kurt joins them for dinner on both their invitation.
They talk more than they have since Blaine was a boy, eleven years old, and dead scared not of who he discovered he had always been, but by what he began to learn it made him to so many's eyes, in so many minds.
Hating love – Blaine does not think he will ever understand how it ever came about.
Years later he does tell his father as much, still a small, tiny really, part of him surprised by the fierce hug he receives before his father lets go again, steps back, wipes furiously at his stinging eyes before gathering some new composure and saying, "You understand love so much better than I ever have."
The two men are sitting in their armchairs again when Kurt reenters the living room with a tray of still steaming tea mugs. "I'm so glad you could come by while you are in the city, my family stopped by just last week. We are really happy to have you."
"Yeah, Dad. We are really happy," Blaine adds, reaching for Kurt's right hand as Kurt settles on Blaine's armrest.
'And I am so happy for you,' Charles thinks, but what he says is, "And when can I expect the arrival of my first grandchildren?" Which is answered by a spluttering of hot tea from Blaine's mouth and a roaring laughter from his father.
Wiping up the patches of tea here and there on the coffee table Blaine is smiling to himself, as Kurt chats on to Blaine's dad about little Tracy and Hepburn to be, thinking, 'Well, you HAD promised unfaltering support.' Still, to this day, Blaine finds himself utterly flabbergasted some days at how unfaltering the support really has been over all these years. Life has been so much more than he had ever dared dream off as a boy, had ever known how to dream.
