OMG I'm so sorry for the longest no update! But classes were a hassle and and... I just can't apologise enough T_T

I hate Calculus... just saying.

Anyway, I hope you guys are still with me.

I don't own anything blah blah blah

-JC

Sorry it's so short

When Blaine saw the familiar car parked in front of his apartment complex, he couldn't help but hit his head on the airbag container in the passenger side of Kurt's car.

"Blaine, what are you-" Kurt half questioned, only interrupted by Blaine hitting his head on the thing again.

"Blaine are you-"

…and again.

"What the?"

and again.

"Blaine."

and again.

"Blaine!"

He stopped, but his head lay there, his mind filled with not the cleanest of words.

Fuck fuck shit fuck. Fuck fuck shit Oh My fucking God!

Of course he knew that this was coming. It was the reason he stayed behind at Kurt's place anyway. Well, that and the cuddling was an absolute heaven.

He was glad that he actually had a moment's peace with him before he had to face his father's reaction to him coming out.

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Kurt offered him a smile of support, even though he had no idea what was going on in Blaine's head. He did say that he came out to his father, so did Kurt make that assumption as well? Maybe. The look on Blaine's face was proof enough. "Don't worry, you can do this." Kurt said, patting his shoulder.

He didn't know if he could. His father's been such a dick all his life, and of course he would blab about his boyfriend to his mom. Why did he even say it to him? He wasn't ready. No, not at all! Blaine hit his head on the window a couple of times, not hard enough to cause a bruise, but hard enough to calm him down a little.

"Better?" Kurt asked, leaning over and giving him a small kiss.

"Yeah, a little. I just don't know how my mom will react. I mean…"

Kurt instantly cut him off. "Blaine, no matter what happens, I'll be right here to support you."

"I know you will, but…" He looked out, and could barely see a silhouette of two people in his apartment window. They looked like they were talking, but that was all Blaine managed to see. "She's my mother. And I don't want our relationship to go from 'her being there' to 'completely out of my life' in one simple moment."

Kurt knew the feeling Blaine feared. Having lost his birth mother in a car accident, it was easily the most terrifying moment in his life.

"Even though I know she can't control my decisions anymore, I still want her to be there with me every step I take." They both looked at nothing and everything. Their eyes not really focused on one simple object as the car was filled with silence.

Blaine glanced at the complex again, still hesitant about going. But he had to do this. He grabbed the handle and opened the car door, heading into the front door.

There wasn't any yelling, so that was good right? He half expected there to be some sort of shouting considering his father.

"Why can't you just let it go?" Ah there was the yelling. It shouldn't sound so familiar, but his father's yells were kind of familiar to him now. If his father didn't scream at all, his ears wouldn't be handle the change.

"How can I?" And then there was his mother. "I thought his divorce was from Julia's insanity, but this?"

Blaine stopped walking. Kurt peered from the corner, waiting to see what Blaine would do. By now the other tenants were outside their homes, rolling their eyes. After days ago, they half expected it.

He opened the door, the eyes of his parents immediately landing on him.

"Papa!" Alice jumped up and grabbed Blaine's leg, hugging him before he picked her up. "Gramma and grampa are fighting." She pointed over to the two older adults in the room.

"It's fine sweetie, let papa handle this." He kissed he cheek before whispering into her ear. "Go outside and play with Kurt." He let her down and she immediately ran for the door to see her teacher waiting outside in the halls.

There was an awkward silence between the members of the Anderson Family. None of them knew where to start at all!

Maria kept on trying to say something, but her voice failed her multiple times. Cyrus only looked at his wife, completely annoyed that she couldn't find anything to say. Soon enough, they all took a seat, silence still roaring in their ears.

…

…

"Blaine are you really gay?" She said out loud, flinching back into her seat right after saying it.

He gave a meek smile, making his mom take a deep breath. "I just don't get it! you have a daughter! And Julia, you married her!" She was now getting frantic, pacing around the table like nobody's business.

"Mom, please calm down, you're getting too loud." He tried to say, but her voice completely overtook his own.

"And, and, and this is just too much for me to take in." She calmed down… somewhat and sat back down.

"Mom," he placed his hand on her knee, only to have her flinch away. Sure he half expected it, but seeing it happen was another thing. It was a small action, but explained oh so much. Will his mom ever accept this? Maybe, but he still wasn't sure. It may just be out of surprise, she said it was too much for her, so that was it… Right? He lost his thought for a moment, rambling inside his head.

"Julia initiated the divorce. And…" He looked at his father for a moment, silently deciding for himself that he was going to tell her. "He wanted me to marry her. It wasn't my own decision." She looked up at Cyrus, to see a different man. This wasn't the man who yelled at her, but someone else. "It wasn't all their fault though. I-"

"What happened Blaine? Tell me."

"We kind of got distant in the past few years. We were friends, sure, but once Alice was born, she started acting weird, and she said I started acting weird. We weren't the same. Then, we just stopped caring. We got into fights, she went alcoholic, and..." The touch of his mother's embrace cause his to stop talking. "Ma?"

"It's okay Blaine. I." She held him in arm's length. "I may not understand what happened, but know this I'll always be there for you." She glanced over to her husband, expecting him to do something, but he just stood up and headed for the door. Blaine followed.

By the time he got there, he saw his father looking at Kurt and Alice playing rock paper scissors in the hallway. Alice played rock while Kurt played scissors. She then started pelting Kurt's s hand with light punches, smiling in victory.

"So it's him, huh?" Cyrus never batted an eye his way, focused on his granddaughter.

"Yes."

"Well, I guess I can't blame you. The man is dashing. And great with children." Cyrus went back in the apartment before Kurt noticed. The pale skinned man waved at Blaine, which caused Alice to wave at him too. Blaine waved back with a smile and returned with his father.

"We'll be off then, business you know."

"Dad?" The word escaped his mouth before he noticed it. The word didn't really mean much before but now, it felt right just to say it. "I thought…"

"I think we've discussed all that is needed to be discussed." He put on his jacket, and straightened it out. His mother mimicked the action. "Besides, I have a meeting in Chicago with your brother in a couple of hours, and I don't want to be late." He searched his pocket for his phone, and when he found it, he put it back in his pocket. "Maria?" He asked as if asking her permission.

She nodded and trailed behind her husband as they left.

Alice and Kurt went in as soon as the husband and wife entered the elevator. "Papa, is gramma and grampa okay?"

"Blaine's train of thought was shattered. "Of course honey. I told you I'd fix it didn't I?" He ruffled her curly brown her, making her giggle. "Did you eat yet?"

She shook her head no. "Well then, you go and watch TV while papa cooks you up something good okay?" She hurried off to the living room and turned on Disney Channel.

Blaine went to the kitchen, gathering the ingredients needed to make a small dinner for three.