Kurt stood in front of Blaine, adjusting his bow tie for him before they left. "You look great."

Blaine smiled at the compliment, leaning forward to capture Kurt's lips in a soft, slow kiss. "Thank you beautiful, so do you." He said just above a whisper, their mouths inches apart as he spoke. Blaine was stalling and Kurt knew it.

"Come on, lets get going." They laced their fingers together and left the bedroom, ready to face the Anderson's at their home. Blaine didn't know if he could handle this. "Listen, B, the faster we get there, the faster we come back here."

Before the couple escaped the house without notice, Burt called after them, making Kurt shut the front door, his hold still on the knob. "Listen boys... If anything happens don't hesitate to just walk out and come home, okay?" He told them, placing a hand on both of their shoulders. "We'll be here."

Blaine smiled with sad eyes and gave Burt a hug, patting his back gently. "Thank you so much, Burt, that means so much to me."

"You're like a son to me kid, now hold your head up and don't let them get away with anything, promise me." Burt addressed both of them, not wanting to single Blaine out too much.

Kurt nodded and placed a firm hand on his dad's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We promise." He answered for the two of them, wanting to get out of here so the night will be over faster.

As much as Kurt played it off, he was honestly just as scared as Blaine was. The Anderson's never really approved of him dating his son because they didn't approve of their own son being gay. It was always stressful being around them, their hate was so silent and blunt at the same time.

"Blaine darling!" Mrs. Anderson greeted as she opened the door, the smile instantly fading once her eyes set on Kurt. It was pretty disheartening to both boys. "What is he doing here?"

Biting his lip Kurt looked down to the floor, taking a few deep breaths.

"He has a name, its Kurt, you know that. He's here because he's my boyfriend and its the holidays. Couples normally spend them together mother." Blaine informed harshly, stepping into the house with Kurt by his side, their hands still locked together tightly.

Mrs. Anderson tried her best to smile politely but it obviously fell short. "Lovely, your father should be out soon, dinner will be ready in ten minutes."

Blaine nodded and led Kurt to the living room, everything feeling tense and awkward, he felt as though the walls were closing in and he couldn't breathe.

"Hey.. Blaine. Baby, look at me. You can do this. Do you realize what you did back there? You stood up to your mother for me. That takes a lot of guts to do what you just did and I am just... So proud of you." Kurt told his boyfriend, trying to pep him up a little bit.

They were going to fight through this dinner with all they had. They can't let them win.

Blaine's eyes scanned Kurt for a second, wondering how he was so lucky. He doesn't believe that anyone else would survive two years of his parents the way Kurt has. "I want you to be." He whispered, smiling sadly. "I won't let them hurt you, they can pick on me all they want, but not you Kurt, I won't let them."

"Good evening Blaine.. Didn't know you were bringing him. I thought we invited you for dinner." Mr. Anderson sure did know how to strike a conversation. Kurt wondered how Blaine turned out to be such a wonderful man.

Blaine sighed heavily and stood, his hand on the small of Kurt's back. "You did invite me dad, but you had to know that Kurt was coming, we're a couple." He said, frustrated at the hidden insults toward Kurt. His parents were being such snobs.

"Well you could have let us know that your friend was coming." Blaine glared hard at his father, he was close to cracking, dangerously close.

"You mean my boyfriend?" Blaine asked rhetorically, going on before his father could put in his two cents. "You know he comes everywhere with me, we live together, we've been dating for two years. It should be common sense by now that Kurt will obviously be with me if I'm invited somewhere."

His father pursed his lips and turned on the heel of his shoe, walking toward the kitchen without another word. If that wasn't a slap in the face, Blaine didn't know what was.

Dinner was silent. The only noise being heard was the clinking of forks and scraping of knives. It was better than talking, that was all Blaine was thinking. Of course he thought too soon.

"So I heard from someone at NYU that you changed your major." Mr. Anderson began, taking a sip of his drink. "Changed from law to music."

Blaine nodded, setting his fork down to wipe at his mouth with a napkin. "I did, yes." He said simply, not going into much detail. There wasn't much to elaborate on.

"Why is that? Its not like you can have a future in music or anything, at least with law you can support yourself." His father added, his voice rising slightly, making Kurt glance up from his plate.

Kurt's hand instinctively reached for Blaine's, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Because I'm not interested in law dad, I don't want to study it, I want to do something that makes me happy."

"Happy doesn't pay the bills son!"

"Mr. Anderson, Blaine is very talented and you should support him in what he wants to do, that's all he really needs from you two, support." Kurt said softly, running his thumb along Blaine's knuckles.

He was hesitant on interjecting but didn't want Blaine to get walked on. There was no way Kurt was going to sit back and let Blaine get talked down to like that about his education.

Blaine's father looked at Kurt with a stone cold face. "Don't tell me what my son needs. You have no idea how this is going to affect his future." Mr. Anderson took a long swig of his drink. "Letting him transfer to your school is where we went wrong."

"I may not know what his future will be now but I will know when its time because I'll be with him every step of the way, sir." Kurt shot back without missing a beat, ignoring the dig at his school. He wasn't going to let this man tear down his boyfriend's dreams.

"Now you listen here, Blaine is going to realize what he wants sooner or later, and that's not going to be you, so I suggest you stop talking before you make a fool of yourself dreaming about this future you think you have with my son." Mr. Anderson said coldly.

Suddenly Blaine's head shot up, adrenaline rushing through his body. "Don't you dare, ever speak to him like that, ever again!" He yelled, standing up, both hands flat on the table. "I'm sick and tired of you disrespecting Kurt! Leave him alone! He has been nothing but nice and polite to you yet you still treat him like shit!"

Blaine had finally cracked, all his pent up anger coming up like word vomit.

"We've been dating for two years and you still can't accept the fact that he's my boyfriend, and I love him, and that he's going to be around for a long, long time! I'm so done with all of your bullshit that you've been putting me through! The only thing you care about is my schooling and future yet you never see, or speak to me. You don't even give two shits about how I am at the rare chances I do get to spend time with you. I'm your son for fuck sake!"

"Don't curse at me under my roof!" Mr. Anderson yelled back, standing up to claim his ground. "You have no right to disrespect me!"

Blaine took a deep breath before going on, no where near done with his rant.

"You think this is some kind of phase still, but I've been gay since I was thirteen years old, now I'm almost nineteen and I'm still fucking gay whet-"

Before Blaine could finish his sentence he felt the hard sting of his father's hand clear across his face.

When they entered the house Blaine walked straight upstairs without a word, everyone looking at Kurt as he shut the front door behind him, just standing there.

"What happened kiddo?" Burt asked, sitting up in his chair. He was glad the boys were home early, but then again that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Kurt looked up to the ceiling and wiped under his eyes. He was overwhelmed by everything that just happened. It was scary and intense the way that they yelled at each other, and how angry Blaine was. Kurt's never seen him like that before.

"His dad slapped him. Blaine was yelling at them because his dad was being rude and he just slapped him right across the face in front of Blaine's mom and I. He told us to get out and said that Blaine's lucky if he ever hears from them again." Kurt explained, not making eye contact with anyone but the floor. He was still in shock.

The room was silent, tears falling freely down Kurt's cheeks. There were so many emotions going through him at the moment, he couldn't move or think straight. He was hurt for Blaine, angry at the Anderson's, angry at himself for budding in, upset that this had to happen on tonight of all nights, and so many other things that were just beyond his control. Blaine wouldn't even speak to him the whole two hour car ride, he was just slumped in his seat, staring out the window, the only sound being a sniffle here and there.

"Why don't you go talk to him?" Finn asked, breaking the silence, making Kurt glance up at him. He felt like a helpless child, standing there crying with this family just staring at him, no words to stay because nothing was going to make this any better.

All Kurt did was pathetically shrug his shoulder, wrapping his arms around his middle. That was Finn's cue. He stood and took a few steps across the room, engulfing his brother in a tight hug, sobs racking Kurt's thin body. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen, I was just sticking up for him!"

Rachel bit her lip as she tried to hold back tears herself. They were such beautiful, sweet people, and it saddened her that someone could be so mean to them.

"None of this is your fault, kid." Burt pulled Kurt away from Finn and hugged him tightly, rubbing his back to calm him down.

Of all nights, tonight, Christmas Eve had be sad. The kids were only here for two more days, Burt didn't want to see them crying, this was supposed to be a happy time.

"I'm going to go check on Blaine and get some sleep." Kurt muttered miserably, pulling away from his dad's embrace, trudging up the stairs slowly.

Blaine didn't know what to do with himself once he was in the room. His mind was everywhere and his emotions were haywire, he didn't know if he was angry, sad, or happy that his parents are finally going to leave him alone.

He thought Kurt was going to follow him upstairs, that's what he was hoping, but he was wrong. He figured he was getting space, space that he didn't want right now. All Blaine really wanted was for Kurt to be in this room with him, cuddled up in bed silently, just holding each other for dear life. Kurt was all that Blaine had now.

Taking a seat on the bed Blaine pulled his knees to his chest, resiting his forehead on them, just thinking. There were so many thoughts going through his head that he wanted an aspirin due to the headache he was feeling, his temples pulsating.

It was silence all around him until he heard sobbing, Kurt's sobbing. His heart felt like someone was squeezing it, waiting for him to yell mercy. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as he listened to Kurt blame himself because none of it was his fault. It was all on Blaine and his father, not Kurt, he was perfect, he did nothing wrong at all.

Blaine lied down, curling into himself since there wasn't anyone to hold. He needed Kurt so badly right now. They needed each other. His eyes fell close slowly, his mind relaxing as he drifted off into a much needed sleep. Everything was silent and all was finally was well.

Kurt opened the door cautiously, peeking his head in to see his boyfriend sound asleep, tear stains on his cheeks. He instantly felt bad for not coming straight upstairs with him, but Kurt needed his family, and he needed to give Blaine his space, he didn't want to overwhelm him more than he already was.

Without changing out of his clothes Kurt crawled into bed behind Blaine, holding his body against his tightly, lacing their fingers together over Blaine's chest. His heartbeat was calming to Kurt, and he just lie awake, feeling it thump underneath his hand, not really ready to sleep yet, he wanted to continue enjoying this moment, holding Blaine.

"You're always the little spoon though." Kurt smirked at Blaine's comment, his nose nuzzling his wild curls. He preferred them over the gelled down look his boyfriend always sported. Kurt noted that he should throw away all gel left at the apartment so he could play with Blaine's hair more.

His hand squeezed gently, Blaine looking back to Kurt, a sleepy smile on his face. "Sometimes you need a turn to be held honey." The term of endearment warmed Blaine's heart, making him snuggle back more into Kurt's warm body, enjoying the closeness. "You can't always be strong for the two of us."

Blaine gave a shrug, his thumb running over Kurt's knuckles slowly. "No, I can't.. But I still try my best."

"Yes, you do." Kurt whispered, his eyes drooping close. "All I can ever ask is that you try Blaine... that's all I ask from you."

So I hope you all are liking this story. Things are now starting to unravel a little more! Don't give up on me guys, this is my first fic and I'm finally starting to get used to it! Haha! Thank you for reading! :)