AN- You guys have NO idea how much your reviews for the last chapter made me smile. I'm so glad everyone loved Blaine's coming out scene and the entire chapter and just, thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed. You guys rock!

Without further ado: Dream On.

Blaine meets Kurt at his locker like he does every day.

"Hey," he greets with a smile.

Kurt's eyes soften when he sees him. "Hey. Are you-"

Blaine holds up a hand. "Don't. You of all people- do not be like that. Please. Just talk normal."

Kurt nods. "Okay. You want to do something after school? We could do what we always do."

"Movies and food? I'm always down. Thank you, Kurt."

They walk to glee together and are introduced to some school board guy, Brian Ryan, and told to write down their biggest dreams on a piece of paper.

Blaine only has to think for a minute before he writes I dream for my parents to accept me no matter what.

And then Brian Ryan tears up Artie's paper and tells them all their dreams will never come true.

Well. That kind of sucks.

Blaine tunes out for the rest of this guy's speech. He thinks back to a couple days ago, when he finally admitted that he was gay to himself and to Kurt.

He glances over at the boy in question, who's looking at Brian Ryan with one eyebrow raised and a no nonsense expression on his face. He obviously doesn't like the guy.

It felt good, to have this load off his shoulders. He's out; maybe not officially like Kurt but he doesn't have to deny it anymore.

He kind of wants to tell someone else. Not his parents, not yet. Maybe his brother? But that could possibly lead to his parents finding out.

His eyes wander to Rachel. He blinks: Rachel. His best female friend who has two gay dads. If anyone else would be supportive, wouldn't it be her?

He nods, his decision made: he's going to come out to Rachel.

He can totally do that.

Kurt catches up with Blaine after school.

"Okay, we could stop and get food on the way to my house or I can make us something. We could also try to watch a newer movie so we could swing by the video store, if you want."

Blaine smiles. "That sounds awesome. Believe me. But I kind of need to cancel plans tonight."

"Any particular reason?" Kurt asks with a raised brow.

Blaine pauses. "I-I'm going to tell Rachel. What I told you."

And Kurt's eyes widen. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"It felt amazing, telling you and finally admitting it out loud. And I need to tell someone else. And Rachel is my best friend, other than you of course so…"

The taller boy nods. "I understand. Call me after, if you want."

"I'll call," Blaine assures. "Wish me luck?"

"You won't need it," Kurt tells him. Then smiles. "Luck."

Rachel has him meet her in the ballet room.

She's doing pilates or whatever (Blaine doesn't really follow ballet) and she smiles as she sees him.

"Hi Blaine! To what do I owe the honor of this after school hang out?"

"I have something to tell you. Something really important, actually."

Rachel must hear something in his voice because she stops and looks at him, her eyes all worried.

"Are you okay?"

Blaine gripes the pole in the room and kind of sinks down next to it. She kneels down by him, places a hand on his shoulder

"Blaine?"

"I-" he takes a deep breath. "I'm gay, Rachel."

He closes his eyes, suddenly worried about her reaction because what if she for some reason hates him or she thinks he's lying or maybe she's mad at him for leading her on all that long ago and-

"Yes."

He blinks. "What?"

"Yes, you're gay. What did you want to tell me?"

And she honestly looks like she doesn't get it; that being gay is his big secret and she was expecting something else.

"You knew? How-how did you know? I didn't even know, how did you?"

"Well, Blaine, you like RENT and Moulin Rouge! And you didn't want to date me. And I've seen the way you look at Kurt-"

"I don't look at Kurt."

"And, I don't know, I guess I just figured. That's why I'm so comfortable around you, I guess."

Blaine chuckles softly. "So, all this time I've been terrified and everyone knows."

"Not everyone," she assures him. "The school doesn't. And I bet your parents don't."

"No! No, they don't. I don't know when I'm going to tell them. That was my dream you know. Telling them and it actually turning out okay."

She squeezes his hand. "It could happen that way."

"You saw their reaction when you mentioned your dads, Rachel. There is no way in hell."

"You're their son. And they love you. You won't know until you tell them."

He leans his forehead against hers, just reveling in the fact that he has someone else on his side.

"Thank you."

She smiles. "You're welcome."

Jesse walks in then, glancing between the two of them with raised eyebrows. Blaine quickly stands up and shakes his head because, yeah he doesn't like St. James and he's really happy he kind of disappeared for a while but he knows Rachel is crazy about him and right now he hardcore owes her.

"I'll see you later, Rach."

"Bye, Blaine," she says, "Oh, and Blaine?"

He stops glances over his shoulder.

"I'm here for you."

He's never been more thankful to have Rachel in his life.

"So it went well?" Kurt asks.

Blaine nods as he chops up a cucumber. "Very."

They're making dinner for Kurt and his dad (and Blaine if he wants to join them but he still hasn't decided).

"She said she already knew."

Kurt chuckles. "Well, to be fair, I knew a long time ago."

And Blaine flushes because, yeah, Kurt would know. "You never told your dad about that, did you?"

"Are you kidding? I like having you around. And alive."

And Blaine's heart kind of soars because Kurt "likes having him around."

"Thanks. I appreciate that."

"Plus, you're not that little asshole anymore. No offense."

"None taken."

"And it wouldn't be fair for my dad to judge the past you."

They work in comfortable silence for a while, as Blaine moves his knife onto the tomatoes

"What was your dream?" Blaine asks suddenly.

Kurt shrugs. "Nothing important."

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," Blaine says and wow, that sounds kind of suggestive doesn't it?

Kurt eyes him. "Spill."

"For my parents to accept me. Wholeheartedly."

Kurt looks like he wants to hug him but Blaine moves out of the way under the guise of getting a pop and cocks his head towards Kurt.

"Your turn."

"To be a famous fashion designer in New York," Kurt says softly.

"Why New York?"

"Because that's where I plan on going after high school. Somewhere where people won't call me names when I walk by and I can just be happy. Far away from this stupid town."

"Can I go too?"

There's a pause; Kurt is frozen over the salad bowl and Blaine wants to take the last five seconds back so badly.

"Sure. If-if you want."

Kurt glances over his shoulder. Eyes meet. Blaine smiles.

"Definitely."

Because, honestly, he'd follow Kurt anywhere.

"I think Patti LuPone is my mom."

Blaine pulls the phone away from his ear and stares at it. When he brings it back, Rachel is still going, some theory about a hotel room nine months before she was born and she's kind of freaking Blaine out.

"Rachel. What are you talking about?"

"Remember when we talked about dreams? And you mentioned yours? Well, mine was to find my mom. And Jesse encouraged me and I think it's Patti LuPone."

"Rachel- don't you think that would have been like discovered. And released. And newsworthy?"

Rachel flounders for a moment. "Well, obviously the paparazzi were more respectful of stars' private business, Blaine."

"I-"

"I'm going through my old things that my fathers kept. And when I find proof that I am the biological daughter of Patti LuPone, you'll feel foolish."

"Rachel," he tries.

But she's already hung up.

She invites him to her house a couple days later.

She's fretting around her room, which now has boxes cluttered around every corner. She smiles at him but it's forced and she can't stop pacing.

"Are you okay?"

"Jesse found a tape. A tape my mother made me, Blaine," she says.

Then she breaks into tears. Bewildered, Blaine takes her in his arms and gently soothes her.

"I-I feel so guilty. My fathers love me more than anything. And they've raised me to be this wonderful, strong person and I shouldn't care about a woman who made me. Who's only my mother through DNA. But, but I found this tape and I need to hear her, Blaine. I need to know."

"Oh, Rach," he whispers quietly. "This doesn't mean you love them any less. You're curious and it's natural."

"I'm a terrible daughter," she whimpers in the smallest voice he's ever heard her use.

"No," he says firmly. "No you're not. You haven't listened to the tape. If you really didn't care about your dads, you would have popped it in the cassette player the second you found it. You love them so much that you don't want to find your mother."

She sniffles. "But, I do."

Blaine holds her closer and kisses the top of her head. "Look, whatever you choose: you love your dads. And they know that, okay?"

He feels her nod.

"Good."

She calls him a couple days later.

"I listened to the tape," she confesses quietly.

"And?" Blaine asks, sprawled out on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

"She sounds amazing. I obviously got my voice from her. The second I heard the tape, I needed to find her. Immediately."

"And?" he prompts.

"And then I told my dads," she whispers.

That's news to Blaine. "Oh? What happened there?"

"They didn't care. They were a little surprised because they don't remember the tape at all. But, they understood. They got that I needed to hear and needed to know and they don't hate me, Blaine. And, that's when I realized: I don't need her. I have them and that's all I need."

Blaine smiles. "I'm happy for you, Rach. Are you going to be okay?"

She takes a deep breath. "Yes. Thank you, for dealing with me through all this."

"Hey, it's what best friends are for."

She pauses. "'Best'? Oh, Blaine."

And then she's sobbing for the third time in three days.

Maybe it's the talk about parents.

That's the only thing Blaine can use to explain what he does next.

After he manages to calm Rachel down, he hangs up the phone and pushes himself off the bed. His parents are downstairs, probably pretending to do something couple-y like they always do on the few nights they have both come home early.

He walks in the kitchen and finds his dad at the table and his mom standing at the counter. He clears his throat and they both looked up.

His mom smiles. "Hello, Blaine. What are you still doing up?"

"It's only eight, mom," he replies dryly.

"No need to get sarcastic, Blaine," William interjects.

"I'm not, I-," Blaine takes a deep breath, "I actually wanted to talk to you guys. It's really important."

They exchange a look and Vanessa walks to the table and his father actually closes the file he has open and Blaine sinks down in the chair across from them.

"This year," he begins slowly, "has been really hard for me."

They say nothing; just stare.

"I've been dealing with a lot of things-"

"You mean glee and football?" his mom frowns. "I told your father all that pressure wouldn't be good for you. Sweetheart, you can quit whichever one you want. But don't forget: football brings scholarship chances."

"We can afford to send him to school, honey," William says dryly.

"No!" Blaine says as his mom opens her mouth to argue. "It's not because of school. It's because of me," he takes a deep breath. "I've been struggling with some personal things."

"Such as?" his mom prompts after a moment.

And, he thinks back to Rachel's dream and that fact that she's managed to achieve it. And he thinks back to Kurt and Kurt's arms and Kurt's acceptance and that paper he wrote on what seems like forever ago.

I dream for my parents to accept me no matter what.

"I'm gay."

It slips out, almost on accident but more in hope. Because everything's been going so well and Rachel's dads love her and Kurt's dad loves him and maybe, maybe, maybe his parents will love him.

After a few seconds of silence, the doubt settles in. And he suddenly realizes his mother isn't looking at him. At all. His father is but not in a warm, loving way; too distant and too cold.

"Guys? Could-could you say something. Please?"

His mom laughs. "Honey, you're not gay."

His heart clenches. "Yeah, mom. I am."

"No. No, you're a teenager and you're confused, sweetheart. That's all."

"Mom, this is something I've been struggling with all year. I-I know I'm gay."

She shakes her head, a smile still lodged on her face. "This is just a phase."

And Blaine just wants that smile gone.

"No it's not! Goddamnit, mom, it's not a phase, I'm not confused. I'm gay. I like guys more than I like girls. In fact I-"

"Stop!" And as he wished, the smile is gone, "Just-stop. I can't…I can't."

He watches her walk out of the kitchen and turns to his father, hoping, praying for anything. Any sort of reaction.

"Dad?"

William says nothing. Glances down at the table and opens up his file; it's a dismissal.

Blaine chokes down a sob. He bolts from the room and grabs his car key off the hook next to the door.

Blaine holds it together long enough to drive to Kurt's house. He stumbles up the sidewalk and to the front door. He knocks once and rings the doorbell twice.

"Hold your horses," a familiar voice calls from inside and then Blaine is face-to-face with Burt Hummel.

"Blaine," Burt blinks. "What are you doing here so late?"

"Is Kurt home?" Blaine asks.

"No, he's at a basketball game with those Cheerios. Is everything okay?"

Blaine opens his mouth to say something but swallows instead because talking will lead to crying and he can't break down in front of Kurt's dad.

Burt notices; he sees something in Blaine's face because he suddenly steps back and opens the door wider.

"You can come in and wait for him, if you want."

Blaine nods and slips inside. He hangs in the hallway as Burt closes the door and jumps when the older man lays a hand on his shoulder.

"T-thank you," Blaine manages to get out.

"No sweat. You're always welcome here, Blaine."

And that breaks him.

Suddenly, Blaine is in Burt's arms, unsure of how he got there but sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. Burt's arm awkwardly comes around to pat Blaine's back but after a moment seems to forgo that and just holds Blaine tightly.

"It's okay," he says. "It's okay."

When Blaine finally calms down, Burt leads him into the living room and sits him down on the couch.

"What happened, son?"

"I came out to my parents," Blaine says. "And they didn't take it too well."

Burt nods. "You can stay here tonight. I'll make the couch up for you."

"I don't want to be a burden," Blaine whispers but only out of politeness because he cannot go home tonight.

"Nonsense. You're staying here. I'll go get you a couple blankets and pillows," Burt stands and goes to leave but stops in the doorway and glances back over at the young boy on his couch.

"The offer still stands you know," Blaine looks up. "You're always welcome here, Blaine."

For the first time all night, the younger boy manages a smile, albeit a small one.

"Thank you, Mr. Hummel."

Kurt rolls his eyes as he walks up his front door and sees the television flickering through the window. He slips the key in the door and lets himself in.

"Dad, you don't have to wait up for me every Friday night," Kurt calls as he walks towards the living room. He stops when he realizes the person sitting on the couch is about thirty years younger and has a full head of hair.

"Blaine. What are you doing here?"

The shorter boy forces a smile. "Just stopped in for a visit."

Kurt shoots him a look as he sinks down next to him.

"I came out to my parents. And they reacted just as I hoped they wouldn't."

Kurt gasps. "Blaine, oh my God, why didn't you tell me you were going to tell them tonight? I would have been here or there or something."

"Wasn't planning on it. It just slipped out and I couldn't take it back. Your dad is letting me crash here for the night."

Kurt hugs him. Takes a deep breath and just holds him.

"I'm here. You know that right? I said it before and I mean it. I'm here."

Blaine lets out a shaky breath. "Thank you. That's all I need."

When Kurt pulls away, he wipes at his eyes. "Dust."

"Right," Blaine agrees, wiping at his own. "Pesky dust."

"I am going to go grab my stack of Disney movies. Then I'm going to pop popcorn and we're going to sit here all night and turn into little kids again."

Blaine's smile is slightly bigger the second time around. "That sounds great, Kurt."

As the taller boy goes to stand, Blaine's hand shoots out and grabs his. Their eyes meet.

"Thank you."

Kurt squeezes his hand.

"You never have to thank me."

Blaine squeezes back.

AN- Burt, I love you. You are the coolest dad on TV. Ever.