Fuck. Shit and or both. Blaine's father was here. It was a fully trained and empowered with against a wolf and someone who was for all intents and purposes a mortal. He had to breathe and find out what the nature of his father's visit was.

"D-Dad what are...I mean it's not like I don't want to see you but, what are you doing here?" Constantine studied Blaine for a moment before saying calmly,

"I wondered if you might take a walk with me son...no pets allowed."

Jacob let out a snarl, to which Constantine snapped his fingers. At first Blaine thought it was just posturing, and then he turned to tell Jacob to calm down. He wasn't there though.

"Dad..." Blaine started slowly.

"Relax son, I just put him inside the house." As if to prove his point Jacob stormed out of the house at that moment.

"You fucking asshole. I could kill you!" Jacob shouted as he bounded towards Constantine. He was shaking, he could shift at any moment.

"Jacob, please don't that's my dad." Blaine said, even as he said ti though he knew it was pointless. For one, his father could take care of himself. For another, Jacob wasn't going to listen. Sure enough, Jacob was still charging for Constantine when the latter snapped his fingers again. This time, instead of disappearing, Jacob froze. Not a hair or muscle moved a millimeter. Blaine knew this spell, it didn't harm the person but it paralyzed them. Blaine was shaking, he was still unsure of what his father wanted.

"Now that the dog is on a leash, may I have a word with you son?" Constantine's voice was calm, as though it had taken no energy whatsoever to subdue Jacob. Blaine nodded his assent to the question. Constantine smiled warmly at his son and snapped his fingers again. A small table appeared, though what it lacked in size was made up by it's magnificence. It was rosewood with golden dragons as an inlay. Blaine recognized it as the table that usually sat in the lounge of his home back in Seattle. Another snap of the fingers produced a clay teapot over a charcoal brazier, two cups and a golden box that Blaine knew held tea leaves. The Baca family adored green tea, it wasn't really present in recent weeks, due to his life. However the moment he saw the tea caddy he couldn't help but smile a little.

His father offered him a wood backed chair and sat down himself. Blaine took both cups and poured the boiling water into them. Constantine and Servillia -Blaine's mother, had been raised in very traditional homes. Elders almost never poured tea for anyone younger than them, and parents never did. Opening the tea caddy, Blaine found a very distinct scent. It was Dragon Well Tea, the most famous tea in all of China. Constantine spared no expenses. He slid the brewing tea back to his father who accepted it with a nod of thanks. Blaine tried to ignore the still form of Jacob as Constantine started speaking.

"I confess myself surprised son. I had expected you to be out for maybe three days before you came back. However, it has been a little over a month and here you sit. Alive and well...or as well as playing with fire can leave you." His eyes drifted over Blaine's arm and the slight bruises on his wrists.

"I received a warm welcome here. The people have been very kind."

Constantine laughed. "Yes I know." Blaine raised an eyebrow at this.

"Son, do you really think that your mother and I haven't kept an eye on you? We were pissed, we overreacted, that doesn't mean that we don't love-"

"Don't!" Blaine interrupted. He was unsure from where, but he was filled with rage. This man had abandoned him and then had the nerve to say that he still loved his son? Constantine blanched, but stayed silent allowing his son to rant.

"You kicked me out of your home, disowned me, beat me, and then you have the nerve to come back a month later and act like everything is alright? You call that love? No, love is what I share with Emmett." He paused, he had meant to say Jacob. Regardless of whether or not it was true. Somehow his true feeling leaked out though. He continued with what he needed to say, as though nothing was wrong. "Just say whatever it is that you came to say dad."

Constantine took a sip of his tea and sighed. "Very well son. I came here today, to apologize to you. It was a shock when you came out and your mother and I overreacted. It took only a few days to realize our mistake. Our want to for the bloodline to continue overrode our parenting skills. I was going to come back for you then. However, when we took a peek and saw that the dog had imprinted on you, we decided to see if he could make you happy. Of course that was a mistake, but you did seem happy over something."

All of this penetrated Blaine's consciousness, however it was all second in comparison to the joy he was feeling. Only once in his memory could he recall his father admitting that he was wrong. He had been five and his mother had dropped a plate. Constantine had blamed him until Servillia came back with a broom and admitted it was her. This time though, it was something big and he was admitting his flaw. This was a while new side of his father that he was seeing. As for watching him, Blaine wasn't at all surprised. It was a simple potion to look out for someone. Even underpowered, Blaine could make one in ten minutes. The mention of a name close to his heart snapped Blaine out of his thoughts.

"Emmett is his name I believe." Constantine said with interest, as though the name Emmett was curiously odd. Right, because so many people were called Constantine. Blaine was about to snap again, he never even knew that his father held a prejudice against wolves, he was sure that Constantine was going to forbid any interactions with non-Wiccans.

"A vampire, now that is who should've imprinted on you." Once again with the surprises. As soon as he got his powers back, Blaine was going to find out who decided to give Constantine a soul and thank them.

"Not that vampires imprint of course, but still, it would have been nice. This dog though son, from what I've seen you're not happy with him, he hurts you. I won't pretend we were the best parents on Earth, but we never laid hands on you. Why are you with him?" Constantine gestured towards the still paralyzed Jacob.

Blaine had to consider his response for a moment. "Jacob...is innocent in a way. I tend to think of it in the way that our family would view a love spell. He is blinded by love, not to mention that he has a wolf living inside of him right now. Wolves are terrible vicious creatures, but that is not his fault. It would be akin to someone rejecting me because I have blue eyes. I've decided to stay for the time being, when the time is right I will go back to Emmett."

His father studied him for a moment, sipping his tea. Blaine took the silent moment to drink some too, as well as pull out a cigarette. Constantine leaned over, clicked his fingers again and the cigarette was lit.

"Son, I won't lie, to your mother and I the best possible situation would be for you to marry another witch, however, if that is impossible you should be with Emmett. Jacob," He said the word as though giving a name to a wolf was painful. "Jacob, is dangerous, you don't love him. If you're waiting for the right time, it could be now." He motioned with his hand and a ring of flames surrounded Jacob. Before Blaine could protest though, the flames disappeared just as fast.

"I'm doing it again. Not taking your feelings into effect. Son, I could make it painless for him, if you ask."

"No. As I have said Jacob is innocent, we can't just kill him."

"You are innocent as well."

"Dad, you asked I said no, can you drop it please?"

Constantine nodded and Blaine decided to change the subject.

"How did you come from hating gay people to wanting your son to date a male vampire in just a few weeks?"

"Emmett loves you son, and makes he you happy, which is the highest concern that your mother and I have. It may have seemed like we were harsh while you were growing up, but please believe me when I tell you that we have only been trying to ensure your happiness. We live for a long time, mortals are easy. A mortal woman has a child and she only has to ensure so many years. We live for so much longer, and we need to know that you will be happy. Eighteen years of unhappiness are a small price to pay for a thousand of bliss. With Emmett, you will have that happiness."

"And what about children? I certainly can't have any with Emmett."

Constantine chuckled. "Son, if you don't have children, then you don't have children we can jump that barrier when we get to it. For now, let's focus on your happiness. Now, I know you son. You're smart, and I'm sure you have a plan. If you're willing I'd like to hear it."

Blaine wasn't sure why his father wanted to hear the plan, but he took a drag and started to explain: