Silence.

Awkward silence.

One side of the table hosts Blaine and Kurt with Burt and Carole either side of them. Across from them sits Pamela Anderson.

Blaine clutches Kurt's hand tightly in his dreading this conversation. His eyes are glued to the table top not daring to look into his mother's eyes. He can feel her gaze, worried and unwavering. Kurt squeezes his hand, unsure of what else to do in this situation.

It's Pamela that breaks the ice, "Blaine...please look at me..."

Blaine finally raises his eyes to his mother and he can see she's struggling just as much as he is with this. He lets out a shaky breath.

Pamela looks at her son closely, notices his red rimmed eyes and unruly hair. He looks tired, no exhausted, his clothes sleep rumpled and informal. "Blaine please let me explain...your father..."

Blaine snaps. "Don't. If you're coming here to tell me to forgive him and move on then you're wasting your time and breath. You should kick his sorry ass out the door because he doesn't deserve jack shit!"

All of them were stunned into disbelief. Never have they heard Blaine swear (only in the bedroom for Kurt). They know he hates swearing, he finds it disorderly and rambunctious.

"Blaine don't curse..." Pamela starts but is interrupted quickly by Blaine as he stands from the stable towering over her.

"No! Don't tell me what I do! You have no right! Where were you when I was having the shit beaten out of me and was in hospital? Where were you when I had my first boyfriend? Where were you when I won Nationals? Where were you when I was depressed because I fucked up my relationship? And where the FUCK were you when I came out of a school shooting?!"

Blaine breathes heavily as he feels his rage bubbling out of him. "You don't want me depressed? Suicidal?! Well I'm past that now. No more tears or heartache. I'm mad. Mad at you, at dad, at this whole shitty situation I find myself in. I DON'T want to be scared for my life whenever I open my mouth. I DON'T want to go home to that cowardly man. And I DON'T want Michael Anderson as a father!"

Blaine sits back down hard onto the seat, leaning his head onto his hands as the initial fury leaks out of him leaving him feeling guilty. Guilty for shouting at his mom, guilty for shouting in another person's home.

"Are you done...?" Pamela asks tentatively, not wanting to aggravate him any further.

"Yes..." He mutters quietly into his hands. His shoulders tense, awaiting his mother's reaction.

"I kicked him out."

The sentence hangs heavily in the air as Blaine lifts his head and stares at his mother with a confused and dumbfounded expression.

"You wha...?"

"I kicked him out. He's gone." She shrugs willing the ache in her heart to go away. She thinks back to the night before, she can still hear the screams echo in her mind...

Last Night

"How DARE you lay a finger on our son!" Pamela Anderson hurls every object she can find in the office at Michael. Angry tears roll down her face as she continues to screech at her husband.

What has he EVER done beside be himself?! You had no RIGHT!" By this point she stops throwing things at him and is slowly sliding down the wall, sobbing loudly at the thought of her sons damaged back.

Michael, who's managed to dodge the flying objects, sighs heavily feeling resigned and guilty. His life is over. Blaine doesn't love him, Pamela doesn't either. He is nothing but a man and suit with a bit of money. But what's the point in that? What's going to happen when he retires? No wife to share the rest of his life with and no grand kids to spoil and love. He knows by the time Cooper hears he'll hate him too. Even Michael hates himself.

"Pam..."

"No. Fuck you Michael. Fuck you and your credit cards and fake smiles. I don't want to live like that anymore. I want to live my life surrounded by my family who loves me and I love them in return. My legacy will be my children not some hefty bank account and expensive suits."

He can feel the hate rolling off her in waves. He feels it in his heart as her words stab and twist painfully. He knows it's true and he hates it. That's what he's done with his life.

That's it.

"Get out." She whispers into the silence that has fallen over them.

"Pamela you don't mean that..." He tries desperately.

"I do. I want you and your designer watches out of this house.

Today. I want my son to come home to a place where he isn't afraid of your shadow."

"Pam..."

"GET. OUT."

Michael knows when he's beaten and silently leaves his office to make his way to his bedroom to collect his things. Years and years' worth of memories stuffed into a suitcase, he doesn't even think about grabbing his work stuff. He checks his watch for the time seeing its 10:31pm knowing he can't stay at a friend's house because of the late hour. He doesn't want to impose, so he tries to think of the closest hotel to check in for the night. He does a double take at his watch and remembers.

This watch was given to him by his father and his father before that. It's a family gift given to the eldest son of the family, and after Cooper rejected it because of Michael's lack of support for his career and dreams, he decided to give it to Blaine. It's a gift for his 18th birthday which is only a few months away now.

God. He's missed out on so much already, but what about what's to come for Blaine. Graduation, marriage, kids. And Michael's going to miss it all because he was too ignorant and too violent.

He unbuckles the watch, he can feel the softness of the old leather, and strokes the face of it with his thumb. He doesn't even realise he's crying until a single tear drop falls onto the watch, blurring out the small numbers. He stuffs it into his pocket and sniffles loudly to push back his tears, hoping he can leave here with some form of dignity.

He trails down the stairs, feeling the heaviness of his footsteps as the echo loudly in the long hallways. At the base of the stairs, near the door, is Pamela holding it open for Michael to make his final exit.

He stops by his wife pleading with his eyes.

"Please don't make me do this..."

Pamela looks away from him, scared she'll cave at his sorrowful expression. "You're doing this to yourself Michael. You're doing this to me and our son."

Michael sighs once more and grabs the watch from his pocket presenting it to her. "Could you give this to him please? That's all I ask. Just this one thing."

Pamela contemplates taking the old and worn watch. She knows how special this watch is to Michael, to his family. But...he doesn't deserve it, he doesn't deserve anything. Although she supposes that after being married for this long she could do one last thing as his wife before she closes the door on him for good. She sighs and takes the watch from his open palm, silently tucking it away for later thought.

She comes to the door once more and holds it expectantly for him to leave. He looks at her one last time before nodding sombrely, admitting his final defeat.

The sound of door shutting behind him echoes in his ear. It's the sound of his life ending.

Pamela feels the watch in her pants pocket, sitting there heavily as she considers what to do with it. She looks at Blaine who is stunned into silence, along with Kurt and his family.

"He's gone Blaine. You'll never have to even see him again if you don't want to, but I would like you to come home with me. We only have so long left before you go away for college and I want to make up for lost time. Please." Pamela is desperate to just hold her son, in her home, with no one to stop her or tell her otherwise. She wants to get to know the son she's ignored, what he likes and what his passions are. It breaks her heart a little at the thought of her son practically being a stranger to her.

Blaine looks at his mother as if he's never seen her before. She's so different from the women he saw a few days ago, running behind his father and disregarding him as if he didn't matter to her. Now she is a new person, independent and loving. She shows her true emotions instead of holding her facade that only shows politeness and fake happiness.

He sees her desperation too. He knows how much she regrets treating him the way she did, anyone can see that and Blaine forgives her. He did so yesterday, but he doesn't thinks he's ready for the full on loving relationship his mother is willing to give him. He craves it, yes. But it makes him very apprehensive and guarded, not wanting his heart to be ripped to shreds when his mother realises he's a waste of her time and effort.

He can do all that with Carole because she's always made him feel welcome and loved, never making him doubt himself or his actions, she earned his trust. He's just not ready to fully commit himself to this after everything that's happened.

But that doesn't mean he won't be.

After taking a few shaky breaths and having Kurt rub soothing circles across his knuckles, Blaine finally says what he wants, "I uhhhhh...I want to stay here for a few days before I uhh...come home. If that's alright obviously...?" He looks to Burt for conformation and receives a playful eye roll and a gruff nod in return. "I just need time...time to recollect myself a little and I really want to spend as much time with Kurt before he leaves again. I'm not doing this because I don't love you, because I do, but I need...time."

He says all of this to the table top not wanting to see the hurt in his mother's eyes, knowing it will be too painful to watch. Right now all he needs to do is breathe and he's starting to feel the heaviness of the situation fall down on him, causing him to breathe a little heavier.

Kurt notices the rapid rise and fall of his chest immediately worrying, "B, are you okay? Do you need a minute...?"

Blaine, thankful for his boyfriend at that moment, nods and stands up from the table leaning most of his weight against Kurt as a support. Kurt guides him to the door on the room but doesn't make it out as Blaine starts to fall into the wall sliding down till he reaches the floor.

"Woah..."

Carole is on her feet quickly, bending down to help him stay upright and trying to grab his attention. "Honey, what's wrong? What are you feeling?"

"'M dizzy..." Blaine mutters as his head lolls around a little, feeling like it's too heavy to keep up.

Kurt is by his side pushing his face up with his hand that cups his jaw gently. "Okay honey B, why don't we just sit here for a minute?"

"M'kay...Kurt I want cuddles..." Blaine whines, his hands making weak grabby hands towards Kurt.

Kurt flushes a little but complies as he sits behind the little space Blaine has made behind him, wrapping his pale arms around his waist, burying his face into his curls.

He knows Blaine's feeling a little loopy from being tired and faint, his body is starting to crash from all of the emotions.

Carole looks over him one last time making sure he really is okay, and nods to herself as she thinks of what she needs to do. "Kurt hold him up okay? I'm just going to get a glass of water for him and maybe we should put him to bed for the day, make him relax with some movies."

Kurt nods from his spot in Blaine's hair to see Pamela looking at Blaine with a mix of concern and awe at his adorableness. He kisses just below Blaine's ear making him giggle a little.

"Kurt you're making me smile..." Blaine has his beautiful smile filling his face, giggling to himself.

"I didn't know that was a bad thing..." Kurt teases as he breathes in the heavenly scent of Blaine that lies within his curls.

"No no no no...That's not what I meant. You always make me smile but whenever you kiss right here..." Blaine points to the soft spot behind his ear, which is Kurt's favourite place to kiss him, next to his lips. "And and and and...I don't know why but it never fails to make me smile real big."

Blaine punctuates all of this with the biggest smile on his face, still giggling a little at his silly notions. Kurt just hides in his curls smiling against his scalp, knowing he can feel it. He's been caught but he doesn't mind, he just squeezes Blaine a little tighter against him.

Burt watches the whole thing smiling to himself but he's used to this, used to seeing them having cute little moments together where they forget the world is watching around them.

Pamela however can't take her eyes away as she watches her youngest son be a part of a very loving relationship, one where their so comfortable with each other and aren't afraid of showing it. She feels a little envious, especially after her inevitable divorce that's going to happen but that quickly dissipates as she sees how happy he is.

Carole rushes back in with the glass of water and hands it to Blaine but he struggles to hold it for himself. Kurt take over for Carole and takes the glass in hand alongside Blaine's, and slowly raises it to his lips. Blaine starts to take small measured sips, before he puts it down next to him on the ground, finished for the moment. He's starting to feel himself come back a little bit, but still feels unsteady.

Pamela itches to comfort her son and kneels down beside the pair, reaching her hand out and starts to push some of his curls from his face. As soon as her hand makes contact however, Blaine flinches violently and tries to back away from her touch. "No..." He whines.

Pamela steps back, hurt that Kurt can touch him but she can't. She guesses she'll just have to earn that place in Blaine's life.

Kurt starts to calm him down with shushing notices and small rocking moments. Blaine immediately starts to relax, humming a little at the sound of his boyfriend's voice.

"I think we should take him to bed now..." Carole says looking to Burt for how they do that exactly.

He stands up and goes over to the pair, scooping Blaine up easily, bridal style, into his arms. Blaine doesn't protest knowing Kurt is right behind them as they make their way up the stairs into Kurt's bedroom.

Blaine is safely put onto his side of the bed, shifting restlessly without his boyfriend's arms around him. Burt passes the two women who followed him up here, and leaves the room.

Kurt know Blaine needs to sleep to give his body a rest and knows he won't do that without Kurt being there, sleeping with him. He gently lays on his side of the bed pulling Blaine into his chest, wrapping his arms around his waist, nosing his way into the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

Carole looks over the pair once more and leave the room after her husband, leaving behind Pamela to watch her son peacefully sleep with his boyfriend.

She takes the watch from her pocket and puts on the nightstand for Blaine to find when he wakes up. He can decide what to do with it because it's his now, and if he doesn't want it then so be it.

She sighs heavily at the sight of them cuddled together on the bed knowing, this is where he belongs.