Kurt sat quietly in the passenger's seat, while Blaine drove him back to his house.
Although Blaine forgave him, he still felt really bad about what he did yesterday.
"I'm sorry," Kurt apologized again, looking at Blaine, breaking the silence.
Blaine turned his head to Kurt, before shaking his head, "You don't have to keep apologizing," And before he could protest Blaine asked, "How's your hangover?"
"Meh," Kurt growled, and looked back out the window, "So, um, me and the girls are going out at Tina's house for a sleepover... and they want you to come with me..." He trailed off.
He raised an eyebrow curiously, "Why do they want me to come?" He asked.
Kurt looked back at Blaine, "Because your my boyfriend," Blaine couldn't help but smile at the endearment in his voice, "And they want to meet you, 'cause they haven't completely gotten to know you, and lastly, to make sure that you will treat me right."
Slowly, he turned his head, "I will always, treat you right," He stated, seriously.
He smiled, sadness in his eyes, "So yes?"
"Yes."
Kurt grinned and his gaze returned to the window, he felt happy and safe, for now, until this all goes crashing down like Kurt knows it will, just like everything else.
"Later, babe," Blaine called out over his shoulder and blew a kiss to Kurt.
Kurt giggled and waved him good-bye before focusing on putting his books in his locker.
"Shouldn't you be spreading your fairy dust somewhere else?"
He quickly turned around and froze at the sight of Karofsky, walking forward to him, and the panic rose up in his body. He swiftly looked to the right, where Blaine had left but he was completely gone.
"W-wh-what do you want?" Kurt asked, trying his best not to show how terrified he really was at the moment.
Karofsky let out a laugh that made Kurt shake, "Just visiting my best buddy."
Every step that he took forward made Kurt even more terrified, and especially when he pinned him up against the locker.
His eyes trailed from Kurt's terrified expression to his lips, then to his eyes, and back to his lips.
"Don't," Kurt whispered quietly, his voice cracking, "Please leave me alone," A tear slipped out of his eye.
Slowly, he lifted his eyes up to meet Karofsky's eyes and got more scared.
He felt a hand wandering down towards his crotch, and he let out a small sob, trying desperately to push him away, and he felt a hint of déjà vu, what he did to Blaine, or more of what he tried to do.
The wandering hand disappeared and Karofsky grinned, before letting Kurt slid to the floor and walking away.
Kurt whimpered while he rested his head in his hands, sobbing.
Rachel, Tina, Blaine and Kurt walked down into Mercedes' room, all greeting each other, Blaine hiding behind Kurt, afraid he would say something stupid and make them not like him.
Mercedes grinned wildly as they walked in, exchanging air kisses with all of them, "Hi Blaine!" She greeted him, and he smiled at her kindly, and walked over to her shaking her hand.
"Kurt told me much about you," Her grin widened, and she looked over at Kurt who blushed and yelled, "Mercedes!"
"So, girls and gays, sit down and we'll have makeovers and share secrets."
She turned to Blaine, "Okay, so, on a level from one to ten, how hot is Kurt?"
"Oh god."
"Sooo, was it fun?" Kurt asked, grasping Blaine's hand like a life line while they walked to the car.
Blaine turned to him, a serious expression on his face, "Kurt," He said sternly, "It was super fun!" He grinned.
Kurt kissed Blaine on the cheek, "And they like you, not that I blame them, who doesn't!"
They walked into the car, and Kurt took rested his head on his knees for a while before his head shot up.
"Thanksgiving is in six days!"
He turned to Kurt and then to the road, "That it is."
His boyfriend started getting excited, "Having Thanksgiving with my family and getting to watch my dad try to help with the food is what I am doing! What about you?"
It got quiet after that and it made Kurt uncomfortable, "Blaine?"
"Nothing."
"Huh?"
"I'm not doing anything," Blaine stated plainly, and it broke Kurt's heart, "Dad is going to his brother's and my own brother can't make it."
Kurt tried to say something but the words caught in his throat, Thanksgiving was about family and Blaine was spending his alone.
"That's horrible," Kurt whispered, "N-No one should spend Thanksgiving alone..."
"I guess no one is thankful for me," Blaine mumbled, with a shrug of his shoulders.
It broke Kurt's heart.
"Spend it with my family," Kurt suggested, "I am thankful for you," He smiled a small fond smile.
"Kurt, I couldn't-"
"I insist. Blaine, you like me and make me feel special, and nobody has ever made me feel the way you do, besides, my dad wants to meet you, be sure to make a good impression," Kurt said with a small blush and smile.
Blaine stopped at Kurt's house, "Are you sure it'll be okay?"
"Yes, Blaine."
He smiled sweetly at him, "I," He whispered, "I really- I'm so thankful to finally have you.
"Me too."
They shared a slow, soft kiss before Kurt went into his house.
"Kurt! Let me help cook!"
"Dad, no offense, but you're not very good at cooking."
"Come on!"
"Just go relax, me and Carole will take care of it."
Blaine sighed, as he heard the voices from inside the house, and suddenly felt nervous, what if his dad didn't like him? What if he banned them from seeing each other?
Before he realized it he rang the doorbell and heard Kurt yelled, "I'll get it!" And some rustling around inside as Kurt ran to the door to open it.
"Hey," Kurt greeted, a light blush appearing on his cheeks, as he gazed into his boyfriends eyes.
"Hey yourself," Blaine murmured and then held out the dozen of roses he bought for Kurt, "These are for you."
He watched as Kurt's face lit up as he happily excepted the roses and sniffed them, "They're beautiful."
"Like you?" Blaine asked, sweetly, he walked inside and gave Kurt a long, soft, kiss.
They stayed like that for a while before they heard a throat clear behind them.
Kurt stood staring at Blaine, who broke their kiss and turned to Kurt's dad.
"I-I-I'm Blaine, nice to meet you, s-sir," Blaine whispered, now nervous once again, as he seemed to shrink under his gaze.
Kurt's dad, nodded, "Hello Blaine," He said, gruffly, before gesturing to the couch, please, have a seat.
Blaine nodded and did as he was told, relived when Kurt sat down next to him, wrapping his arms around him, the roses on his lap.
"So, Blaine, how are your grades?" He asked him.
"Um," Blaine mumbled quietly, "Mostly A's and B's."
"Dreams?"
"To be a professional singer, and married," His eyes trailed to Kurt, who was nuzzling his arm, not looking him in the eyes.
"What do you plan to do to my son?" He asked, his eyes narrowing.
Blaine looked at Kurt and they meet each others eyes this time, "To let him know how special he is."
With a sigh, Mr. Hummel got up and walked over to Blaine, sticking his hand out, "Call me Burt."
He quickly and excitedly shook his hand, looking at Kurt who was smiling warmly at them.
"This is my magazines and my music and..."
Blaine listened to his boyfriend touring his room, and Blaine saw a picture that made him stop.
It had a small, cute, little boy in a young woman's lap, and a tall, balding, man, them all smiling at the camera. The man, Burt, Blaine thought, and the young boy, Kurt who Blaine believed it was, was almost the woman's clone, they both had the same glasz eyes, the same perfect brown hair, and they same beautiful smile, their skin making them both look like a porcelain doll. The woman had to be Kurt's mom.
Kurt caught Blaine starring at the picture and his eyes grew soft, his face saddening, and he crossed his arms, "Nice, isn't it?"
Blaine quickly turned around, startled, and he nodded softly, "This your mom?" He asked, gently.
"It was," Kurt said, "She passed when I was eight," His voice cracked, "She made me feel safe. Taught me everything. And she never criticized me, she just excepted me, even when I didn't even know I was gay," His eyes were swimming with tears, "Flaws and all," Tears finally rolled down his cheeks.
"You have no flaws," He stated and wrapped himself around him, letting him sob and he pulled them to the bed.
"I wish she was here. So she can make me feel safe, loved, special, and make Karofsky stop. So she could make the pain feel worth it."
Blaine petted Kurt's hair, and whispered soothing words to him, as Kurt took a small nap, "It's okay."
Once he was sure he was asleep, he whispered, "You are loved."
A/N: Okaaaaaaaayyyyyyy. The last part was originally longer but I accidentally clicked out of it so it didn't save and I just got so mad and angry and yeah. Also it's Thanksgiving so yeah. I might put Klaine and the girls as a happy flashback but not now because my eyes hurt. And might put more Thanksgiving but it's today so I dunno. BYE!