Chapter Three
They spent the rest of the day in Kurt's car, just driving around. When they knew that school had finally let out, Kurt decided to bring Blaine home.
"Hey, Blaine? Do you want to come over? To my house? I-I mean… you don't have to, b-but you can if- if you want…" Kurt blushed. He was really going to have to stop doing that, it's not attractive at all. Luckily for Kurt, Blaine just chuckled.
"You're adorable, you know that?" Blaine said, kissing Kurt's rosy cheek. "But, sure. I'd love to come over, baby." Kurt smiled, putting his car in reverse, and drove to his house. Burt was home from the shop, so Blaine would have to be introduced today. Kurt opened the door, ushered Blaine inside.
"Wow, nice place." Blaine commented. Kurt smiled softly, and held out his hand for Blaine to take. Kurt and Blaine walked into the living room, only to find Burt watching some football game.
"Hey, dad. I have someone for you to meet." Kurt said hesitantly. He didn't know how Burt would react to Kurt having a boyfriend. Wait, were they even boyfriends? Kurt didn't know. He would have to ask Blaine later. Burt turned around and noticed a boy about Kurt's age, yet a few inches shorter, holding hands with his son.
"Uh… Kurt, who's this? And why is he holding your hand?" Burt asked, narrowing his eyes. Blaine noticed the hostility and wrapped his arm tightly around Kurt's waist.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Blaine snapped. And the asshole was back. Kurt slapped Blaine's arm half-heartedly.
"Blaine! That's my dad, what's wrong with you?" Kurt hissed. Burt did not look happy. Who the hell is this kid? Please don't say he's your boyfriend, Kurt. PLEASE! Burt thought to himself.
"Kurt, who the hell is this?" Burt asked, losing his patience. One of the few ways that Kurt and Burt were alike, were that they both had short tempers.
"Dad, this is Blaine, my…." Kurt trailed off. He didn't just want to assume.
"The guy whose name your son is going to be screaming later tonight." Blaine winked. Kurt's jaw dropped. What happened to the guy that was holding him and letting him cry on his shoulder? Where's the guy that Kurt was beginning to fall in love with? The guy that was being a complete dick to Kurt's father definitely wasn't that guy.
"Blaine. You need to stop! We need to talk. Dad, we'll be right back." Kurt said sternly, dragging Blaine down to his room.
"Door stays wide open!" Burt called after him. He could hear Blaine scoff from Kurt's room.
"Blaine! Why would you say that? Is that all you see me for? Some fuck buddy? I thought you cared about me!" Kurt could feel angry tears stinging his eyes. How could someone be so heartless. Was Blaine just playing him after all those things he said? Kurt had never felt more used in his life.
"Baby, come on you know I didn't mean that." Blaine pleaded softly. Kurt narrowed his icy blue eyes at Blaine.
"Are you fucking serious right now? Did you not hear what you said to my father? Because I sure did. How dare you say something so vulgar! Did you not mean anything we said to each other? Because I meant every word, and if you didn't, you should just leave now." His tears were flowing freely now. He couldn't help it. He had been played. By someone who had meant so much to him in such a short amount of time.
"No, baby! Of course I meant everything I said! I'm sorry I said that shit to your dad, its just that… I get really hostile around other people; especially parents. Please. Please, stop crying. I didn't mean it. Please, Kurt." Blaine pleaded, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist. He relaxed when he felt Kurt wrap his arms around his neck.
"Why would you say something like that, Blaine? If I didn't stop you, my dad would never let us be boyfriends. I-I mean… you do want to be my boyfriend, right?" Kurt whispered in a small voice. He felt so vulnerable. Why did Blaine have the power to do that to him?
"Of course I do, baby. I'd be honored to be your boyfriend." Kurt pulled his head back and kissed Blaine sweetly.
"I don't hear talking!" Burt called from upstairs. Kurt pulled away and rolled his eyes.
"Come on, honey, let's re-introduce you to my dad." Kurt said sweetly. Blaine smiled softly.
"Honey? I really like that." Kurt blushed, making Blaine chuckle softly and kiss his light pink cheek.
They climbed up the stairs holding hands and headed towards the living room, where Kurt's dad was waiting. They both moved to sit on the couch, when the door flew open, revealing a very sweaty, out of breath Finn.
"Dude! Did you hear what happened to Karofsky? Apparently someone beat the shit out of him! Coach Bieste found him lying on the floor in the locker room. I think he was unconscious or something like that. He's in the hospital right now." Finn said all in one breath. Both Kurt and Blaine stiffened. They both knew the details, though neither boy knew how bad the damage actually was.
"Serves him right. After threatening my son's life, he's lucky I didn't do it myself." Burt commented. Kurt could feel Blaine relax. Was he going to-
"I did it, sir." Blaine confessed. Shit Kurt thought. Now Dad is going to ask why, and then I'll have to explain, and then he'll feel bad for not sending me to Dalton like he had originally planned. Shit, shit, shit!
"And why is that?" Burt asked curiously. Burt didn't know everything about the bullying. Especially about the kiss. Blaine was the only person that Kurt had ever told, but Blaine didn't know that. This was going to end very, very badly.
"Karofsky prank called him earlier today. They called him a… fag." Blaine winced at the word. "And I couldn't just sit there and watch Kurt cry; especially after Karofsky kissed him and then threatened his life, so I ran into the locker room and beat his ass." Blaine explained proudly. Kurt threw his head in his hands in exasperation. This is not supposed to be happening! Dad is NOT supposed to be finding out about this!
"Wait, what kiss? You didn't tell me he kissed you. Kurt why would you keep this from me?" Burt bellowed. Blaine's eyes widened.
"Baby, you didn't tell him? How could you not tell him something so important? Are you crazy? What if it had been worse? I am so sorry Mr. Hummel, I thought he told you…" Blaine trailed off. Kurt lifted his head, his eyes misty.
"Dad, I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry about me. You had just gotten out of the hospital, and I didn't want you to be back in there all because of my silly high school drama." He sniffed. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, letting the boy nuzzle his face into his neck. Burt took of his baseball cap, and scratched his bald head. How had it come to this? Why didn't Kurt tell me something so important. Karofsky could have been out of that stupid school for sexual harassment by now!
"Listen, son. I'm not mad that you didn't tell me, I'm just a little frustrated. That Karofsky kid would have been out of that school by now for sexually harassing you! It didn't have to come to this." Burt sighed.
"I'm sorry, Daddy." Kurt sobbed. Blaine tightened his hold on the taller boy, hating how this evening was going. This was supposed to be fun. They should be making out on Kurt's bed right now, ignoring Burt's "demand" to keep the door open. But no. That isn't happening. Right now, his boyfriend was breaking down because of some stupid, hypocritical, homophobic asshole that threatened his life.
"Son, can we please, please go to Figgins and tell him what happened. That school isn't safe with Karofsky around, and I need you to be safe." Burt pleaded. He'd had enough of this. Karofsky had to go, and if he didn't, Kurt would.
"But Dad, I don't want to out him. It's not right." Kurt protested weakly.
"Baby, please. I need you to be safe. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he stood in that school after what he did to you. He forced himself on you, baby, and that's not okay. I don't want to sound selfish or anything, but I really wish that I could have been your first kiss instead of him. He's a closeted jerk that needs to be expelled from McKinley. Please tell me you'll go to Figgins tomorrow. Please." Blaine begged. He didn't like seeing his boyfriend living in constant fear. It just wasn't healthy.
"Fine. I promise. Thank you, Blaine." Kurt said kissing him softly. Burt, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, cleared his throat, making the two boys jump apart.
"So… what exactly are you guys?" Burt asked awkwardly. Blaine stood up and stuck out his hand.
"Blaine Anderson, sir. Nice to meet you. I'm your son's boyfriend." Blaine smiled.