(A/N: New update! And I think it's time that Glee introduces Blaine's family, or at least his father, it would be interesting. And the last episode with him and Kurt? Oh klaine lol.)

With a loud bang, the front door was slammed open and Blaine was pitched forward into the house, falling to the floor roughly. Not wasting time to think about the pain in his shoulder he clambered back to his feet as his father stormed into the house.

"Dad, I-"

"Do you care to explain to me who this fag is that thinks he has the right to kiss you?" his father yelled at him as he pushed him into the wall.

"He—he's not a-" Blaine swallowed as he tried to defend Kurt. He was shaking all over.

"Bullshit!" Richard shoved Blaine into the hall table against the wall and the table clattered to the floor.

"He was just saying goodbye, Dad!" Blaine scrambled behind the table and shakily pulled it back up, putting it between his father and himself, "That's just how he is, I didn't ask him to do it! Please just…just calm down, okay?" Blaine's hands gripped the table, his knuckles white as the rest of his body shook uncontrollably. His father stared at him for a long, still moment, his heavy breathing slowly returning to normal as he calmed down.

"Oh God damn it, Blaine." Richard sighed, closing his eyes wearily, scrubbing a hand down his face. He sighed again, "Alright, Blaine, you listen to me now." Blaine's eyes widened as his father addressed him and he backed as far away from him as he could, his back pressing into the opposite wall. Richard let out a long frustrated and impatient breath and he closed the distance Blaine had just created, "Are you listening, Blaine?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Y-yes, I'm listening." Blaine finally said.

"You are to stay away from that boy." Richard said evenly, "If I see you with him ever again, you're going to regret it, understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Blaine said. His father couldn't stop him from seeing Kurt, no matter how much he threatened him. Besides, how would he ever find out? It wasn't like he was ever home long enough to notice who he hung out with.

"Good." Richard said simply, "Now I'm going to go to my study to do some paperwork. When I come back downstairs, I want dinner ready."

"Yes, sir." Blaine nodded. One last calculating stare and Richard left swiftly, leaving Blaine alone finally. Blaine shakily pushed himself off the wall, gripping his arms tightly as he tried to stop the shaking. But as the minutes wore on and the shaking didn't stop, Blaine realized just how much he'd forgotten what it was like, living at home. His father had been gone for a while, but how could he have forgotten what it was like?

"Holy shit…" he murmured as he let go of himself to stare at his quivering hands. He clasped them together tightly, squeezing his eyes shut. His father hadn't even hit him yet, and he was freaking out. This was nothing, a few pushes here and there, but this had been nothing. The thought that his father could and had done so much worse sparked another flame of panic, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…" he could feel his whole body shaking now and he sank to the floor, his legs rendered useless. A soft buzzing alerted him to a text message and he slowly pulled his phone out of his pocket.

From: Kurt

Blaine, are you ok? You seemed really freaked out tonight.

The text sent Blaine's heart racing, just like all of Kurt's texts and slowly, his body stopped shaking. His head cleared and he straightened up before texting a reply.

From: Blaine

Im really sorry about that. Im fine, dont worry

That's right. He was fine. He had to be fine. He'd been fine before. It was easy to be fine. Kurt couldn't be exposed to this kind of thing. He had a great dad, who loved him more than anything. His dad didn't give a shit about his sexual orientation. His dad was supportive. Kurt was lucky. Despite what he'd gone through at school, Kurt was so naïve. He had no idea just how bad gay bashing could get. Kurt didn't have a clue just how screwed up his boyfriend was. Blaine remembered when he'd first met Kurt, how scared he'd been of that dipshit, Karofsky. Blaine had helped him and intentional or not, he'd become Kurt's man, his guy to lean on, the strong one. And damn it, Blaine was the strong one, and he was going to stay that way, for Kurt.

From: Kurt

Blaine, you were acting really strange. Are you sure youre ok?

From: Blaine

Kurt, I promise Im fine. I was just nervous meeting your dad. Did he like family night?

Before Blaine could read the reply, he remembered that he was supposed to be preparing dinner. Cursing, he ran into the kitchen, quickly setting some water on the stove to boil.

Kurt glanced back down at the message Blaine had sent him. Maybe Blaine really was fine and Kurt was just overreacting. Maybe he really had been nervous about meeting his dad. But Blaine wasn't the type to get nervous, about anything.

"Texting Blaine?"

Kurt looked up from his phone at his dad. They were in the car now, heading home.

"Yeah."

"He seems like a really nice kid, a little jumpy though." Burt said, making a left turn.

"He is nice Dad, but he's not jumpy." Kurt said, "He said he was nervous about meeting you. But Blaine doesn't get nervous about anything…" there was a moment of silence as Kurt drifted off, texting something to Blaine. Burt glanced at the cell phone. He cleared his throat.

"So uh…is Blaine's Dad always so…tense?" Burt asked. Kurt shrugged.

"I don't know, I've never met him. I think he was in a hurry, Blaine says he has an important job."

"He the CEO of something?"

"Yeah, something like that…" Kurt murmured, looking out of the car window. A few more moments of silence passed as Kurt alternated between texting and staring out the window. Burt shifted uneasily. Kurt always had something to say.

"Maybe you should invite Blaine over for dinner sometime." he said. Kurt finally turned to look at him and he smiled.

"That's a great idea, Dad!" he said enthusiastically.

"I was just thinking, Finn has Rachel over all the time." Burt said, glad he'd drawn Kurt back into conversation, "I just want you to know that Blaine is always welcome too."

"Thanks Dad," Kurt beamed, "I'm sure he'll love to come over."

Blaine was just turning the stove off when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around.

"Dinner's just about ready."

"It should be on the table by now, Blaine."

"I know, I'm sorry sir." Blaine turned back around and reached into the cupboard, pulling out two bowls. He was just filling the second one with pasta when he heard his father clear his throat loudly behind him. Blaine turned around.

"Do you really think you deserve to eat tonight, Blaine?" Richard asked, crossing his arms. Blaine's jaw slackened and his arms felt like jelly.

"Dad…I—I…"

"Well? Do you think you deserve a meal tonight, Blaine?" Richard prodded, taking a dangerous step closer. Blaine flinched and tried not to back away.

"No, sir." he finally said, "I don't."

"Go to your room, then." Richard brushed past Blaine, knocking into him. Blaine threw his hands out to catch himself, his left hand falling directly on the still searing stove.

"Ah!" Blaine hissed in pain, yanking his hand back. His father paused and turned to look at him.

"Something wrong Blaine?" he asked, his eyes drifting directly to Blaine's burnt hand.

"No, sir." Blaine managed to say as he tried to apply pressure to the burn, "I'll just go to my room." he left and ran up to his room. He shot through to the adjoining bathroom, yanking on the cold water and putting his hand beneath the tap. His hand had started to bleed and he winced as the water stung the wound.

"Fuck." Blaine cursed as he washed off his hand. He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and he fished it out with his dry hand, "Hello?"

"Blaine, it's Kurt."

Blaine swallowed, "Kurt." he stared down at his burned hand, wondering if there was anyway Kurt could tell, if he could see, if he could hear it through his voice.

"Is now a bad time?"

Blaine glanced again at his hand, his eyes flickered to his door. He took the phone from his ear and listened. He could hear his father downstairs eating, watching CNN as he ate. He'd probably be done soon. It was a terrible time.

Blaine put the phone back to his ear, "No, now is fine."

"I just wanted to call you, we didn't really get a proper goodbye at family night tonight."

"Oh Kurt," Blaine sighed, "I'm so sorry about the way I acted tonight. It was terrible. Forgive me?"

"Of course, Blaine. Are you sure nothing was wrong?"

"Nothing was wrong, I was just caught in a bout of inexplicable panic over school stuff." Blaine gently turned off the water and began to wrap his hand, his cell phone balanced between his ear and shoulder.

"Speaking of school, you were great tonight with the Warblers."

"Thank you Kurt. You were great yourself." Blaine smiled.

"Did your dad like it?"

Blaine's smile faded and he remembered he'd forgotten to use disinfectant on the burn that had bled. He unwrapped his hand, "Shit." he threw the wrapping tape across the bathroom in frustration.

"Blaine?"

Blaine dropped the phone on the sink as he yanked open the cabinet and grabbed the disinfectant. He unscrewed the cap before realizing the tube was completely empty. He ran his hand through the bathroom cabinet and found nothing but a bottle of disinfecting alcohol. He remembered the last time he'd let a wound go untreated. He grabbed the bottle and put his hand over the sink. He closed his eyes before pouring the alcohol on the open wound.

"Fuck!" He cursed loudly at the pain. He reached across the room for the wrapping tape he'd thrown and began to hurriedly wrap his hand again, fighting the urge to scream.

He remembered his phone. Scrambling back towards the sink, he grabbed his phone and jammed it to his ear.

"-Blaine, are you still there?"

"Sorry Kurt, I dropped my phone down the stairs, genius, right?"

Kurt laughed, "You're such a dork. So what did your dad think about the Warblers?"

"He," hated it, "loved it."

"Great." he could hear Kurt smiling again, "My dad liked us too. In fact, he was so impressed by you Mr. Blaine Anderson, that he has extended an invitation for you to dine with the Hummel's for dinner!"

"Really? Oh Kurt, there's nothing else I'd rather do than to have dinner with you and your family." Blaine smiled, "Is this going to be a coat and tie event?"

"The Hummel house is actually quite grandiose." Kurt giggled. Blaine grinned.

"I see. Only the best for my Kurt."

"If I'm your Kurt, does that make you my Blaine?"

"I should certainly hope so." Blaine laughed.

"Just when I thought I couldn't get any happier." Kurt sighed happily. Blaine was about to reply when he heard footsteps on the stairs. He quickly placed everything back in the cabinet.

"Happiness is good for the skin, keeps you looking young till you're 57." Blaine said, "However sleep is also part of that youthful glow and if you want to continue having an average looking boyfriend, he needs his sleep."

"Average? Blaine, you know you're gorgeous."

"Just wanted to hear you say it." Blaine grinned, "Goodnight?"

"Goodnight Blaine, sleep tight." Kurt said. Blaine hung up the phone just as his father walked in.

"Who was that?" he asked.

"It was just someone from school." Blaine said.

"I see." his father stared at him a moment, calculatingly. He glanced down at Blaine's bandaged hand, "Well, what happened there Blaine?" Blaine followed his father's gaze.

"I uh…I was fooling around on the stove and burnt myself by accident." Blaine swallowed thickly. Richard nodded.

"I thought so." Richard said, "Before you go to sleep go downstairs and do the dishes."

"Yes sir." Blaine nodded. He watched his dad finally leave his room before trudging downstairs to clean up.