A/N Looking back at the past two seasons of Glee, there is a lot that I'd like to change but one thing will bug me forever. The lack of Blaine's parents. While the random comment after Shooting Star about crying with his parents was heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time, it did not make up for three years of complete confusion, especially concerning how Blaine's father stands in him being gay.

'Blaine, can you come down for a moment?' Blaine sighed as he heard his father bellowing up the stairs.

'Yeah, sure,' he yelled back before turning back to his laptop screen where he had been Skyping with Kurt. He gave him a sad smile.

'I bet you literally heard what just happened,' he joked. 'So, yeah… I have to go.' Kurt gave him a big smile in return and nodded.

'Good luck,' he whispered, knowing these kind of event usually let to Blaine's father being a jerk and Blaine crying for hours on end. 'Text me as soon as you can, alright? I love you.'

'I love you too,' Blaine beamed. 'I'll talk to you soon, handsome.' Kurt winked at him before the ended call screen appeared. Blaine sighed, closing his laptop and standing up. Before he walked down the stairs he took a deep breath, telling himself not to get angry this time. He's not worth it, Blaine, you know that by now.

Blaine slowly walked downstairs where his dad was already waiting for him in the hall, two fishing rods in his hands and a grin on his face.

'We're going fishing today, kid,' he exclaimed, throwing one of the fishing rods to his son, who only just (with a very awkward movement) caught it. 'I will teach you! It's a real father/son thing, right? Your hand's will get dirty, though but I'm sure you don't mind. I also asked Derek, my colleague, to come along. You know, the guy with the cute daughter… what's her name, Katy?'

'Caitlin,' Blaine hissed through his teeth.

'Right, Caitlin. You like her right? Maybe he'll bring her along and-'

'STOP IT, NOW!' Blaine dropped the fishing rod to the floor with a loud rattle, surprised by his own outburst. His father was staring at him with big eyes. But Blaine wasn't finished. He was done with his father antics. He would no longer let him run right over him. He was going to stand up for himself.

'I am gay, dad. I am super, undeniably, 100% gay. I'm a fucking faggot. And you need to learn to deal with it.'

'B-Blaine…'

'I am not finished! I am sick of you constantly trying to make me straight. I am not straight, dad! I am in love, head over heels, in love with the most beautiful boy I ever laid eyes on and I'm proud to call him my boyfriend. If you don't accept that, fine, than you can keep that opinion and your 'father/son bonding time' to yourself. But I am no longer playing along in your little games-'

'I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE GAY!'

'NO SHIT!' Blaine yelled back, furiously wiped stray tears from his face. Angry tears, he told himself but really, who was he kidding.

'No, you don't get it,' Mr. Anderson tried again. 'I don't want you to be gay because I want you to be save! You're my son and I love you but ever since you came out, only bad things seem to happen to you! You got beat up after that dance you went to with Gillian and just two months ago you took a slushie to the face for Kurt and you nearly got blinded. I just want you to be save, okay?'

'Pretending to be straight isn't going to make me save, dad, it's only going to make me miserable.'

'Then how am I supposed to keep you save? What can I do to protect my little boy from the outside world that seems to do nothing but screw him.'

'You can't do anything, daddy,' Blaine whispered. By now he just let the tears fall. 'You can't do anything and you shouldn't do anything. You can only comfort me when the world has screwed me. That's what I needed all along, dad, but you're so blind to it. And the world has given me Kurt. Don't you think that's a good thing?'

'But what if he breaks your heart?'

'He won't…'

Mr. Anderson woke up when he heard stumbling down the hall. He quietly got out of bed, trying to avoid waking up his wife and noticed there was light burning in Blaine's room. He quickly approached it and ripped open the door, only to find his son sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, looking completely wrecked.

'…Blaine? I thought you weren't supposed to be home for another two days?' Blaine's face scrunched up and he started sobbing.

'K-Kurt and I b-b-broke up.' Mr. Anderson simply opened his arms and Blaine scrambled up, hugging his father.

'It's going to be alright, son,' Mr. Anderson whispered into Blaine's messy curls as he sobbed against his chest. 'I promise.

A/N Yeah, I know it sucks and I know it's late.

BTW, I changed my Tumblr url! I'm puppyeyesandcoffee now! :-)