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-Jordan

Blaine can't get Kurt out of his head. It's driving him insane. He can't stop thinking about Kurt's hair, Kurt's eyes, the way Kurt's- no! Blaine thinks. Stop it, Kurt is your friend, plus is you date him and break up, it'll be weird around the house, and you don't even know if he likes you back... The list went on and on.
Besides, Blaine had bigger things to worry about- like Kurt's bullying situation. Alright, so it was still about Kurt. But it was important, in his defense! Blaine could tell the bullying was taking its toll on Kurt. Kurt would come home with bruises he didn't know Blaine knew was there, worn down and sore, slushee in his haair most days, sometimes smelling like garbage from being tossed in dumpsters. Blaine felt bad, going to Dalton where there was no bullying whatsoever and everyone accepts him in spite of him being gay and a midtransfer.
Blaine tries to forget about Kurt, he really does. But it's no use. He can't even focus at home- Kurt is there. Blaine sighs. He's exhausted! His nightmares have kept him up all night for the past week. Kurt luckily hadn't noticed. Walking home today, this is finally catching up with him. He drags his feet on the ground, overjoyed when he sees his house in the distance. Taking out his keys, he olpens the door.
"Hey Kurt, I'm home!" He calls. No response. Blaine hears a muffled sniffles and that sounds like sobbing.
"Kurt?" Suddenly he finds himself with an armful of Kurt. Kurt cries uncontrollably, going limp in Blaine's arms.
"My dad came here." Kurt chokes out. Blaine inhales sharply."He said he wanted to talk." Kurt sniffles.

*Flashback*
Kurt had gotten home early. Mr. Shue was busy that day, so Glee was let out early. Kurt happily skipped inside; he'd gotten a 97 On his quiz and he hadn't been slusheed or throw into the dumpsters that day. He started his homework, humming 'Teenage Dream' absentmindedly when he heard a knock on the door.
"Coming!" He called. He opened the door and his face fell. "Dad?" He choked out. "What are you doing here, and how the hell did you find me? If I was in my right mind I'd slam the door in your face." Scowling, Burt crosses his arms over his chest.
"Nice to see you too, Scooter."
"Don't call me that." Kurt spat.
"Look Kurt, I'm not here to fight, I'm here to talk to you." Burt says. " I want to explain."
Kurt lets out a humorless laugh.
"Explain? What could you possibly explain, Dad? i came out, you threw me out, that was that. It's simple. You don't accept me. It's a shame, but if that's how you see it, then so be it." He's started to put up his walls, and they're not coming down anytime soon.
"Kurt, let me talk. Just for a minute."
"Fine, shoot." Burt scowls at Kurt's casual but angry demeanor but continues.
"When you said that you were..." Burt cuts himself off. "When you did what you did, I just... freaked out. I mean, this whole being gay thing, it's so new and I..."
"Gay thing?" Burt huffs.
"Look, Kurt, I had dreams, okay? About my son, with a nice woman, and grandkids, and we could be a family. I never dreamed you'd be a fa-"
"Don't you dare say that!" Kurt screeches. "Don't you dare walk in here and say that goddamn awful word, 'cause it hurts."
"Kurt, I just want you to come home. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it it was just so... sudden and I just couldn't deal with it." Kurt glares at his father.
"Go to hell." He spat. "And get out of my house." Burt walks out and Kurt slams the door behind him. He runs up to his room and breaks down.

"And that's how you found me." Kurt sniffles.
"Shh... it'll be okay." Blaine murmurs. Kurt pulls away and looks down.
"Sorry." He mumbles, and retreats to his room.