Chapter 19

Sunday.

Time to go home.

Blaine was nervous. About many things.

First, there was the fact that he had no idea what to expect when he got home. His memory was still fuzzy but, he was pretty sure he had tried to choke his father to death. He couldn't imagine him welcoming him home with open arms, despite his mother's claims. Plus, he no longer had the threat of coming out or causing a scandal to use for blackmail. His father had suddenly gained some power in their relationship. Blaine would have to tread carefully.

Then there was Kurt.

He wasn't sure what to expect from his parents so, he didn't know if he would be able to come and go as he had always done. Would he still get to see Kurt? On top of that, he wasn't sure how Burt felt about things. It didn't matter if this mess was Blaine's fault or not. Kurt's relationship with Blaine was what got him mixed up in everything. Burt might decide that enough was enough and forbid Kurt to see him. Blaine was sure he would die if that happened. He would really, truly die. Or commit a kidnapping.

Last, there was the darkness.

It was very calm. Still. Quiet.

And it didn't feel strong.

Blaine was worried. Yes, he had wanted the darkness to lessen but now, as he prepared to head home to who knows what, he wanted it at full strength. He needed the protection. He wanted to be able to take care of himself and Kurt. He hoped the feeling was temporary and due to the fact that he and Kurt had been together 24-7 for an entire week. Heaven calming the hell.

After they packed the car and took one last look around the house, they were ready to go.

"I hate to leave this place. This has been the best week of my life." Kurt sighed sadly.

Blaine looked at him. He reached down and took both of Kurt's hands in his. "We will come back again. I promise."

The enormity of what was about to happen suddenly dawned on Kurt. He threw his arms tightly around Blaine.

"What's going to happen when we get back?"

"I don't know beautiful. I don't know."

As they passed the welcome to Lima sign, Blaine glanced over at Kurt. For the first time in a week, his expression was very serious. And sad. Blaine reached over and took his hand. Kurt gripped his tightly.

When they turned on to Kurt's street, all was quiet and calm. Blaine pulled into the drive and cut the engine. They looked at each other. Kurt started crying.

"Don't go home. Stay here. Carol loves you. She will let you move in."

"And your dad? I don't think he would be down with that."

They climbed out of the car as the front door opened and Burt and Carol came out.

"Kurt!" Blaine watched as Burt and Carol smothered Kurt in hugs and kisses. What a different reception from the one that awaited him.

Burt came over to him and held out his hand. "Thank you Blaine. For taking care of him and for bringing him back safely."

Blaine shook his hand. "Not a problem. I love your son."

Kurt walked over and wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine. He kissed him passionately, not caring that his family was standing there. Burt and Carol quietly went back into the house.

Kurt held him tight. He was crying again. "Oh, Blaine."

"I'll be fine beautiful. I'll call you later."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"You belong to me."

"And only you. Master."

Blaine was sitting in the driveway, looking at the house. He'd been sitting there for 10 minutes. He sighed and opened the car door.

He walked to the front door, leaving his bags in the car.

"Blaine?"

He started towards the kitchen and ran smack into his mother.

"Oh, Blaine!" She threw her arms around him. He stood there. Shocked.

"Hi."

"I'm so glad you're home!"

She led him to the kitchen. "Are you hungry dear? Can I fix you something?"

"No. I'm fine."

James was sitting at the table. Blaine stopped when he saw him.

"Hello son."

"Hi."

"Blaine, darling, why don't you sit down?" His mother sat down at the table.

Blaine looked at the two of them. Something was up. He was too tired to deal with it now.

"Actually, I'm tired from driving. I'd like to get my stuff from the car and take a shower."

"Of course, dear. You go on up to your room. Your father will bring your things up."

James looked at his wife as if she had just said he was about to jump off of bridge.

"That's okay. I can do it."

He saw his mother shoot his father a dirty look. James jumped up.

"No. Your mother's right. You must be tired. I'll take care of it." He practically ran out of the kitchen.

What was going on?

X-X-X-X-X

Blaine locked himself in his room for the rest of the day. He called his Warbler friends and let them know that he was home and okay. They let him know about all the craziness that had taken place while he and Kurt were gone. Several of them had been contacted by reporters, asking for interviews and details about Blaine. He was pleased to hear that his friends were loyal. None of them had granted an interview or answered questions.

He called Kurt.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He didn't share his suspicions about his parents. He didn't want Kurt to worry.

"I miss you."

"I miss you too."

"I'm going to take a nap. Everyone from glee club is supposed to come over tonight to welcome me home and fill me in on what went on while we were gone. Apparently my dad left lots of details out. "

"Yeah. He just didn't want you to worry."

"Do you want to come over?"

"No. Have fun with your friends. You guys need some time together. I'm tired. I'm going to just relax."

Blaine really wanted to take a nap but, he was nervous. The last time he was asleep in this house, he had woken up in the middle of getting his ass beat. But finally, his body gave in and he fell asleep.

When he woke up it was evening. He could smell dinner cooking and he was hungry. He headed downstairs.

His mother smiled but looked anxious. "Did you have a good rest dear?"

"Yes."

"Dinner will be ready in a moment."

"Okay."

James came into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He stared at Blaine. Blaine stared back, forcing his father to look away.

Dinner was silent. Blaine kept catching his father staring at him. He couldn't read his expression. His mother kept looking nervously between her son and her husband.

When he finished dinner, Blaine stood up. "I'm still tired. I'm going to turn in."

His mother looked like she was about to protest but, his father cut her off.

"That's fine. Goodnight."

X-X-X-X-X

The next morning, as Blaine started down the stairs to the kitchen, he overheard his parents talking.

"Honestly James. He is your son. This shouldn't be so damn hard."

"Are you kidding me? Have you forgotten the circus that has gone on this past week? My career is on life-support and all because of..."

Blaine came down the stairs.

"Good morning Blaine. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes"

He sat down at the table and looked at his dad. James looked annoyed and irritated. His mom put a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of him. Blaine started eating. He smiled. His mom was a good cook but, Kurt was better.

When he was done, his mother decided to push things along since her husband was clearly incapable.

"Blaine, we need to talk to you."

Finally.

Elaine glared at James.

James cleared his throat.

"Um, yes. We need to have a family meeting."

Blaine remained quiet. This should be interesting.

"First of all Blaine, I'm...um...sorry for what happened last week. I had no right to hit you. I'm sorry."

Blaine looked at his mom. It was obvious she had put him up to this. His father never apologized for anything and he certainly didn't look the least bit sorry.

"However,"James continued, sounding more confident, "we need to discuss your...behavior. I don't appreciate you attacking me. I am your father."

What? Was he kidding?"

"And I am your son. I think we're even. Besides, you started it."

"Actually Blaine, you started it with your...homosexual activities. Activities you were clearly told to refrain from."

"James..." Elaine looked pissed. This was not how the conversation was supposed to go.

"Fine." James held up his hands. "What's done is done and what's...out is...out." He was clearly disturbed by his choice of words. "Let's just move on." James cleared his throat. "I...we, need you to do something."

Ah ha. Knew something was up.

"While you were gone, the press had a field day with that damn article. Things have calmed down thanks to that congressman in Iowa who got caught with two prostitutes. However, I still need to make a public statement addressing this...thing."

Blaine said nothing. They must be crazy if they were headed where he thought they were headed.

"I need you to appear beside me and make a statement. You need to set the record straight."

"I didn't know the record was crooked."

James narrowed his eyes. "Please don't be an ass Blaine. You know we never abused you."

"You're right. Mom never touched me."

"I am not a child abuser!"

"Funny. I recall getting my ass beat by you twice."

Elaine's eyes widened and she looked at Blaine in confusion. "Twice? What do you mean twice?"

Blaine saw a flash of fear and then anger in his father's eyes. His mother didn't know about the attack when he was 14. The attack that had left him a nervous wreck, crying every night for a month.

"Why don't you explain it to her, dad?"

"Enough. We need to focus on the future. My political future. You are going to make a statement, which Megan will write for you. We will have a press conference and you and I will appear together. I will talk about my struggles to accept your chosen lifestyle and you will state that, while we have struggled like any family dealing with this issue, your mother and father have been loving and supportive. You will also denounce that little redheaded twerp who calls himself a journalist, as being a liar."

Blaine was quiet. He needed to think. He had no intentions of agreeing to his father's plan but, what would be the consequences of his refusal? He had to be careful and think of Kurt.

"Can I think about it?"

James was annoyed. "What's to think about?"

"You are asking me to lie. I'm not sure I want to do that."

"Blaine, you will do as you are told."

"No, I won't."

James stood up and started fixing himself a drink. Elaine reached over and took Blaine's hand.

"Sweetie, I know this sounds distasteful to you but, we must think about your father's future. This thing has been quite damaging. It was a nightmare while you were gone. Doing this will put the story to bed and we can get back on track with the re-election campaign."

Blaine looked at her in disappointment. He knew her pleas for him to come home and her I love yous were bullshit. Still, a little piece of him had hoped to get back the mother he had as a child. The one who loved him and adored him and made him feel special. Thank God he had Kurt.

As if on cue, James started talking.

"I'm surprised at you Blaine. I thought Kurt meant so much to you."

"What?"

"That is his name, isn't it? Kurt Hummel? Your boyfriend." James sneered the word boyfriend.

"Kurt has nothing to do with this."

"And if you don't do what you are told, you won't have anything to do with Kurt."

Blaine stared at him with hatred. Shit. He was scared that something like this might happen.

His father looked smug. "It will be awfully hard to get to Lima with no car."

His car? His father was threatening to take away his car? Before Kurt, Blaine's car had been the love of his life. It was top-of-the-line. All upgrades and enhanced features had been installed plus, custom specifications demanded by Blaine. That car was his own, personal piece of work. And his way to see his boyfriend. He couldn't lose his car.

He needed time to think this through. To figure out the best move.

"I just want time to think about it."

"No."

His mother came to his rescue.

"James, I see no reason why he can't have a day to think about things. I'm sure he will reach the right decision."

Blaine looked at her. The mixed signals had him completely confused. Was she on his side or not?

James looked as though he were about to argue but then, thought better of it.

"Fine. You take an hour to think. You can agree later."

Blaine went to his room and laid down on the bed.

Shit.

He had no idea what to do. He started to call Kurt but decided against it. He didn't want to freak him out about the possibility of not seeing each other. Sure, Kurt could drive to Westerville but, he couldn't come to the house. They would have to have sex in the park. Talk about a gay stereotype.

There was something else plaguing Blaine.

Where was the darkness? The moment his father started talking about his not seeing Kurt, he expected the darkness to start stirring. Instead, it had remained quiet. This wasn't good. Not good at all. Blaine had wanted the darkness to calm down but, not go dormant. What was going on?

Blaine lay on his bed in a state of worry and stress. It wore his mind out and fell asleep.

X-X-X-X-X

When Blaine woke up, he decided he would go see Kurt. He'd better get a trip in before things turned bad. He called him.

"Blaine...you can't come."

"What? Why?"

"My dad has declared this week, Hummel-Hudson Family Week. Neither Finn or I are allowed to have company or hang with our friends. He wants us to spend time together...as a family. Oh, Blaine! I'm sorry!" Kurt started crying. "I want to see you! I know it's only been like, a day but, I need to see you!"

"Kurt, please stop crying. It's okay. Your dad is right. You've been gone for a week. Finn was gone. He missed you guys. I get it. It sounds like a great idea."

Kurt was sobbing. "But, I miss you so bad. Soooo bad. I need you."

"I miss you too, beautiful. It's only for a week." Blaine sounded reassuring but inside, he was full of panic. A week? A fucking week? He was going to go insane without Kurt for a week.

"Listen to me Kurt. I want you to have a wonderful time with your family, okay. It's not like you can't call me or text me or whatever. We just won't see each other."

Kurt sniffed. "On Friday we are going to Cleveland to see Carol's sister. We wont' be back until Monday. What if my cell phone doesn't work?"

Blaine laughed. "Kurt, it's only Cleveland, not Antarctica. Besides, I bought you that cell phone. It would probably work in Antarctica. You know I only buy the best."

Kurt sighed. "I miss you Blaine." His voice got lower and sexier. "I really need to be fucked by my master."

Blaine stopped himself from falling out of the chair by grabbing the desk. He groaned.

"Holy shit Kurt. You can't say stuff like that."

"Well, its true."

When they finally got off the phone, Blaine took a shower and jerked off. He came twice.

Great. Now what? No Kurt for a week, no idea what to do about his dad and, the darkness was apparently on vacation. Blaine felt depressed and on edge. And he had only been home for 24 hours.

By Friday, Blaine was sure he was losing his mind.

He had refused to give his father an answer regarding the press appearance, insisting he was still thinking about it. Meghan had emailed him a copy of what they wanted him to say. Blaine had laughed out loud. Even if he did decide to go along with their plan, there was no way he was reading what Meghan had written. It was practically a nomination speech for James Anderson as Father of the Year. No way he was reading that shit.

He talked to Kurt everyday. Kurt was actually having fun with his family and Blaine was glad. He was glad Kurt had such loving and supportive people around him. He sounded happy and that made Blaine happy although, he missed him terribly. He missed fucking him and Kurt let him know just how much he missed being fucked. Their phone conversations always ended with Blaine needing a shower.

Friday morning, Elaine announced that she was going to her sister's to help with set up for a birthday party on Saturday. Blaine headed to the country club to play racquet ball. He had found it was a good way to eat up some of his sexual tension and improve his tennis game.

When he arrived home, he took a shower and headed downstairs to find something to eat. As he rummaged around in the refrigerator, he heard the front door open and close.

Phil.

James came out of his office and into the kitchen.

"Hi ya Phil."

"James."

James lounged against the door frame, his eyes watching Blaine with smug amusement. Phil leaned on the island in the middle of the kitchen. His eyes were filled with lust.

"So, Blaine. How was your little vacation?"

Blaine glared at him. He didn't like this. When was his mother supposed to get back?

"It was fine."

James nodded. "Uh huh. And did you have fun fucking your little butt buddy, Kurt?"

Blaine looked at his father and then back at Phil. They were up to something. This was dangerous. This was trouble. He had to get out. Where the hell was the darkness?

Phil licked his lips. "I don't know James. Does he look weak to you?"

James smiled smugly. "Oh, yeah. He's weak. Just like my father used to get after his little reconnection trips with my mom." He paused and looked at Blaine hard.

"Sex takes it out of 'em every time."

Phil stood up. "Well then. I guess Blaine and I will have a little...chat."

James turned to leave. "Be my guest."

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