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-JC

Morning... It was like every other morning. Blaine woke up with a yawn. He rubbed his eyes, he put on his slippers, he stretched and then promptly went to the bathroom. After the morning routine, he felt refreshed, relieved in fact. With one more yawn, a tight hug welcomed him. "Good morning Papa!" Blaine looked down and saw that Alice was already dressed. He looked around to see who dressed his daughter when finally, his eyes landed on his mother. That was when it all came back.

His parents were present the night before. They were in his apartment. And he yelled at his father. Blaine rolled his eyes at the thought of the man, before going over to the living room and hugging his mother. "Good morning ma."

"Blaine, are you okay?" She asked

"Yeah, I'm fine!" He answered truthfully, not once has he ever been more honest in his life. It was tiring, sure, but deep inside, he knew he meant what he said. The man just had too many expectations of him, way too many to count, mainly because his Blaine's brother was always the favorite child. Long story short, Blaine was stuck in both their shadows, so when he decided on going back to Ohio and teaching at a public school, the man lost it.

"You are sure?"

"Yes mama, I'm fine." He stood up, leaving the woman to entertain Alice as he got ready for work. It was just a regular day, no worries, but one thought kept on entering his mind. How will I tell them about Kurt? His mother's a Filipina, a full pledged Filipina. Not that there was nothing wrong with Filipinos at all; Blaine was proud of his heritage. There was, however, this one thing that was very common among all Filipinos. Most, if not all of them, were very religious. Blaine himself was taught to love God when he was a child, and considering how wrong it was for a man to love a man according to the bible, he didn't even want to know how his mother was going to react.

Blaine loved his mother more than anything; she was family. He loved her as much as he loved his own daughter. Sue him, he was a mama's boy. Throughout all the times he was tormented as a child, one woman named Maria always seemed to follow through. These thoughts continued to plague him, even as he ate his lunch in the teacher's lounge.

"Yeah, the looks on their faces when I said I wanted them to do a book report over the weekend! Priceless!" Karen laughed to herself, taking in another spoonful of Blaine's pudding. It was quite obvious that Blaine wasn't listening, even Blaine knew that. He just worked everything in his head as Karen kept on going.

Of course none of the kids knew about his predicament. This matter wasn't as serious as before, so he just kept up his act and went on during the day as he would any other normal day.

It wasn't until he picked up Alice from school that everything sort of went down hill. He was already late, traffic had been miserable and it couldn't have been any slower. That and not to mention the person he saw waiting by the playground at Staton.

"Ma? What are you doing here?" Blaine drove up to an empty parking space to see his own mother sitting on a bench by the playground, talking to other women that were probably there to pick up their children as well.

"I was waiting for Alice! Do you think I stay at your house all day?" Blaine sort of understood where she was getting at. There was nothing to do at his apartment, other than clean the whole place out, whic she probably had already done.

"But ma, it's cold out, what about your health?" It wasn't that Maria was prone to sickness, it was just because of her age. At her mid fifties, she was surprisingly doing well, but one could never be too careful.

"Now, come on, the little children are out already." At that, Blaine noticed the multitude of parents that were already walking through the playground, some of them even playing in the cold weather. Blaine groaned, he was already late, and his mother kept him out even more. He ran towards where Kurt usually let his kids out, only to find that neither him nor Alice were present. Feeling worried, he called Kurt to make sure that the girl was with him. He sighed in relief to find out that she was.

"So Kurt is Alice's teacher?" Maria crept up from behind Blaine, walking up beside him.

"Oh... yeah, he is. Uh, ma, I have to go inside to get Alice stay here okay?" Maria rolled her eyes. Of course she would, she had been waiting all day for Alice to get out of school and waiting wasn't really on her to do list right now, but as Blaine hurried off inside, she stayed where she was, answering her phone which just rang.

He couldn't answer Kurt's questions at all, because in fact, he wasn't sure of it himself. Blaine wanted to be there for Kurt and even meet his family, but his own family was present in Ohio. Blaine couldn't just leave her. "Papa? Are you okay? You look weird."

"Yeah, papa's fine." Alice looked at him with a sad frown. She saw right through Blaine's lie. Instead of asking more questions, where Alice knew her father would just use another lie, she just hugged him. One giganticly tight hug that made Blaine stop in his tracks. "Alice?" He asked, putting Alice down. "What's wrong?" She gave him another hug.

"I love you papa." He couldn't help but smile. He knew that Alice loved him, but hearing Alice say it was a different thing. They shared a quick hug before heading out towards the front of the school.

Blaine opened the front door, where his mother was patiently waiting for him.

"Blaine!" Her voice cracked, making her loud shout that much more terrifying. "Your father's coming back. He said he wanted to talk."

Blaine rolled his eyes, he's given all he could to the man, and now he wanted more? Blaine didn't want to do this anymore, but he knew that there was no going back to this. His father wanted answers? Fine, Blaine was going to give him answers.

The car ride back to his apartment was rather noisy. Alice kept on going on about Kurt and what they learned that day, while his mother entertained her. Apparently, she learned how to do ballpark estimates and about the types of bodies of water. Blaine didn't really want Kurt in his mind right now, he was still worried about his parent's, mostly his mother's, reaction to his relationship.

As soon as they entered his apartment, Blaine half expected his dad to be there, but he wasn't. Once the door was opened, Alice immediately went to her room, running wildly, off to play. Blaine looked around to make sure his father wasn't inside, but he was nowhere to be found. "So where's dad?" he asked his mother.

"He's not here yet. He said that he will going to be here tomorrow." Blaine rolled his eyes. Of course, business. He left his wife for money, granted Blaine didn't really give him much of a choice.

Kurt opened the door and saw that everyone had was already there. Calvin immediately sat down on the couch and stared into the television along with Finn and his father. "Hey there kiddo!" Burt welcomed, hugging his son who didn't even flinch at the touch, making Burt a little bit concerned. "What's wrong? Oh! and where's your special guest?" He looked around through the open door and saw that no one was approaching. Before the man could say anything, Rachel grabbed Kurt and dragged him into the kitchen.

"Oh good Kurt, you're here! I need help with the salad. Personally I think it's already good, considering I've been practicing on my cooking, well it's not really cooking, but more like a random combination of random ingredients... whatever. But you know, a second opinion never hurts. Even though I already know that your answer's gonna be, I just want to make sure."

Kurt took a small sample of her fruit salad, and honestly, it wasn't half bad. Kurt's tasted worse, but there was a much more important matter at hand. "It's good Rach, but listen, I need to talk to you." Much like how she dragged him into the kitchen, Kurt led her upstairs where he was set to stay the night, Calvin's old bedroom.

"What seems to be the problem?" Rachel asked, sitting down on the bed.

Kurt didn't know how to approach the conversation really. He hesitated a little bit, dragging "uh's" and "hmm's" which only made Rachel look somewhat annoyed. "Listen Kurt, if you're not gonna tell me anything, I'll just go back downstairs, because I don't think Carole can handle any of the intricacies of my recipes without my help." She made a motion towards the door, only to be stopped by Kurt's voice.

"Rachel please. I don't know what's going on."

"About what?" They sat down on the bed, Kurt trying to comfort himself.

"You know I was supposed to bring someone over, right?"

"Yes?" Her eyes bulged, she jumped up clapping her hands happily for Kurt. "Oh God Where is he? I want to meet him! I bet he's gorgeous! Come on let's go!"

"He's not here."

"What?" Rachel didn't understand what was going on at first, but as she worked it out in her head, she sat down next to Kurt and comforted him. Kurt didn't deserve to be left alone again. He's already experienced this before and she didn't want to see Kurt going through the same experience ever again. She moved her arm around Kurt's shoulders, embracing his bigger form tightly in her arms. "Kurt, it's going to be okay, we're here for you."

As if on cue, Kurt's phone rang, signaling a text message from a certain curly haired man.

B: I'm so sorry Kurt, but something came up. I won't be able to make it.

He stared at the phone, which made Rachel steal the phone from his grip and look at the message herself. She made a huge gasp, placing her hand over her heart in surprise.

Kurt simply made an effort to take the phone back to call Blaine.

Blaine watched his mother pace the floor. The man's flight just landed and soon his father would be arriving at the apartment very soon. Blaine held on to his phone tightly, waiting for a reply as Alice came over and tugged his shirt.

"Papa? When are we going to Kurtie's house?" Maria gave Alice a peculiar look, which landed on Blaine as well. As if on cue, Blaine's phone rang. He ran inside his own room, locking the door. No way was his mother going to hear any part of this conversation. He wasn't ready to tell... Not yet anyway.

"Hey Kurt,"

"Blaine, are you sure you're okay? I can come over." Blaine heard Kurt shush someone in the other line.

"No, no,no Kurt. It's fine, it's just a family emergency."

"Why? What's wrong? Is Alice okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine." Blaine was truly glad that Kurt would care. The truth behind his surprise and concern made Blaine's heart skip. "My parents decided to surprise me that's all, and they kind of wanted to celebrate with me."

"Okay then, I won't keep you..."

"I really am sorry Kurt... Talk to you soon?"

"Sure." Kurt hung up his phone, Rachel immediately holding on to his hands with a slight spark in her eye.

"So? What did he say?"

"He said that there was a family emergency, but I don't know." He looked away. Kurt knew the voice Blaine used. It was his, 'I'm-worried-about-something-so-please-leave-me-alone-to-handle-it' voice. This tone made him worried as well. "It's like there's something else."

"Well, he says everything's fine right?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Don't worry too much Kurt! Let's go, there's still food to be made."