Ooh this came out fast. I hope you like it. It got a bit sapper than I intended but...hope you enjoy please review! I don't own anyone you know from the show.
Kurt made a clear stance that he was not going to leave Blaine's side, even when Cooper asked him if he could help him in the kitchen. Instead Kurt's brother in law got a glare that would have sent an evil dictator running for his life. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson stood in front of them, Blaine grateful that even though Kurt would rather have his husband, that he wasn't leaving Blaine when Blaine needed him. Blaine had claimed he would be fine if Kurt left him, but he was relieved that Kurt shook his head and took his hand. Blaine tried not to make it look obvious that he was clinging to his partner, but after what he'd just been told about not being good enough for Kurt, he didn't need to hear the same thing from his father. Hearing it from Kurt was bad enough, but maybe Kurt didn't resent him quite as much as Blaine thought as Kurt held his hand tightly, almost as if defying the Anderson's. Mr. Anderson glared at them, but Mrs. Anderson just looked at them nervously.
"So how have you been, Dear?" Mrs. Anderson broke the tense silence, Blaine smiled softly, remembering his upper class manners, and nodded.
"I'm fine, Mom, how have you been?" The three Anderson's made small talk, and Kurt sat silently, going over and over in his mind what he had said in anger and frustration to Blaine. It had been building for weeks, he thought he had it under control, but clearly he didn't. Now he had made Blaine believe that he didn't love him, but he did, he was in love with fourteen year old Blaine, as wrong as that might have been, but Blaine was not his husband. He was not the person that could tell when Kurt needed sleep by the mere speed of his blinking. He was not the person that had stayed up with Kurt holding him when he had a nightmare about his father's death. He was not the person that could smile at Kurt and make him believe everything was going to be fine, even when they both knew it wasn't.
"You're being awfully quiet tonight, Kurt, especially considering you are usually the one with the opinion," Mr. Anderson said bitingly.
"Paul," Mrs. Anderson said softly, trying to deter any argument that would be started.
"I just thought I'd let you both catch up with Blaine, I didn't see any need for my input," Kurt said calmly, he wasn't going to be the one to start something, if he could help it.
"That's never stopped you before," Mr. Anderson replied.
"Dad," Blaine said before looking down at the floor, realizing he probably shouldn't have spoken against his father.
"It's okay," Kurt replied, smiling gently at Blaine, "Nothing I haven't handled before." Blaine opened his mouth to ask what he meant but at that moment Cooper came out of the kitchen announcing dinner. He took one look at Blaine and knew something was wrong, well other than the fact that his parents were there. He lingered a moment with Kurt and Blaine, Kurt fully wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist as if Blaine needed more protection from Cooper than he did from his parents. Cooper decided he deserved that.
"Kurt, I-" Cooper began but Kurt scowled at him and he stopped,
"You and I will talk later." Blaine felt that the day that Kurt spoke to him in that tone, he would cry for hours, Cooper looked pretty close. Blaine couldn't decide why Kurt was so mad at Cooper for inviting his parents, maybe it was that he didn't tell him, maybe it was that he knew how much Blaine hated being around his father.
Dinner started out silent, the food wasn't bad, it wasn't anywhere near as good as Kurt's, but it was still good.
"This is good, Coop," Blaine stated, "Kurt's is better but..." he teased, causing Cooper to chuckled softly and even pulling a smirk out of Kurt.
"Why do you think I propose to him all the time, I'd love someone who could cook as well as Kurt to cook for me all the time." Cooper replied and for a moment they forgot the parents were in the room and they were almost comfortable with each other.
"At least Blaine has self control, if it had been you I married you'd weigh 400 pounds," Kurt teased back, his anger waning slightly. Cooper snorted,
"If I lived in Manhattan all the time I'd weigh 400 pounds because I'd be at your house every night." The three laughed softly until they looked up at saw the fury on Mr. Anderson's face and they all instantly became tense and in Kurt's case, pissed.
"So Blaine," Blaine jumped at his father's voice, and Kurt reached out and grabbed his hand, which had gone instinctively to his lap. "When do you think you'll be going back to work?" Kurt and Cooper snapped their faces to Mr. Anderson, not believing that he would ask such a thing.
"Dad, for God's sake, he can't remember being past fourteen, do you really think he'd go back to work before he gets his memory back?" Cooper asked, mildly horrified at his father's behavior, even though he knew Kurt and Blaine was used to it.
"Well a man is supposed to provide for his fam-" Kurt's eyes widened at Mr. Anderson's slip of tongue, he had never called him and Blaine a family.
"We are doing fine, Mr. Anderson, I make enough money for us to live comfortably," Kurt didn't like talking about the kind of money they had in front of Mr. Anderson, as he always thought they should do better, even though they were doing just fine, even without Blaine working.
"You'd never know from that piece of crap of an apartment you two play house in," Mr. Anderson said cruelly. Kurt shut his eyes for a moment and whether it was to calm himself or to hide his hurt, Blaine didn't know, all he knew was that he saw red.
"We aren't 'playing house' Dad!" Blaine practically yelled,
"You watch your mouth, Blaine Anderson!" Mr. Anderson shouted and Blaine lost all of his fight and sank back in his chair, feeling five years old under his father's glare.
"Dad, this is my house, and you will not speak to Blaine that way," Cooper said, his tone holding no command as Kurt's had when Kurt made a similar statement over a month before.
"And he is my son," Mr. Anderson replied.
"Son, not punching bag," Kurt bit, squeezing Blaine's hand, which hadn't detached from Blaine's the entire time. It seemed Mr. Anderson knew for the most part not to take Kurt on in a direct argument. He would throw jabs, but never truly confront Kurt, Blaine wondered why, maybe it was because Kurt refused to be walked on the way everyone else around his father seemed to.
After a moment of silence Mrs. Anderson spoke up,
"So Kurt how is the play going, Cooper was telling me you're the star." Kurt smiled at his mother in law,
"I'm one of them, and it's been going well."
"He's being modest," Blaine claimed, blushing when he saw Kurt look over at him. "He's completely amazing in it, he steals the show."
"Who do you play?" Mrs. Anderson asked, genuinely interested, Blaine could tell that Kurt had been right, his mother liked Kurt.
"I play a functioning drug addict who is married and has an affair on the side," Kurt explained. "And he has to balance his love for his wife and his passion for his male lover, plus whether either are more important than the drugs." Mr. Anderson scoffed,
"You can't even play straight." Blaine didn't remember standing, he didn't remember shoving his chair back, but the next thing he knew he was standing, glaring at his father, his chair on the floor behind him.
"STOP IT! You say whatever you want about me, I know I'm worthless, but don't you dare insult my husband. He is more of a man than you will ever be!" Tears were streaming down his face as he ran out of the apartment hearing Kurt call his name behind him. Blaine ran out of Cooper's apartment, rounded the corner only to collapse, leaning against the wall and sinking to his butt. It was never going to change. He was never going to be good enough for his father, he accepted that, but no one talked down to Kurt, no one.
"What the hell do you think you're going, paraded your disgusting sexuality around my house." His father was in his face but he was holding his ground.
"I wanted you and Mom to meet the boy I am in love with! I LOVE him!" The sting of the slap shocked more than hurt, but suddenly Kurt was beside him, pulling him away from his father.
"Don't you ever touch him again," Kurt's voice was lower than normal in anger, and his eyes flashed with distain.
"You can't tell me how you treat my son, you're probably the faggot that did this to him," Mr. Anderson growled.
"Don't call him that," Blaine said, but Kurt refused to let Blaine get back in front of him and instead stood boldly in front of Mr. Anderson.
"I have been called things worse than that by 17 year old boys, you don't scare me, Mr. Anderson. I am not a fighter, but I will kill for the people I love, and that includes your son. So call me what you want, do what you want to me, but I find out you hit him again, and there won't be a place for you to hide where I won't find you."
"Is that a threat? Are you threatening me?" Mr. Anderson was turning a shade of red that Blaine had never seen before.
"What are you going to do about it? Take a 17 year old to court? What will you tell your lawyer buddies? That you were scared of a teenager?" Blaine had never seen Kurt speak to anyone like that before, not ever.
"Get out of my house," Mr. Anderson demanded. Kurt nodded curtly before turning to Blaine, his cheek was already bruising. "I said 'OUT'" Blaine jumped, but Kurt merely looked at him and said,
"Show me to the door Blaine?" Blaine nodded and lead Kurt away, once they got to the door, they stepped out on the front pouch and Kurt began to hyperventilate. "Oh God, oh God, oh my God, I just threatened your father. He's going to hurt you, you have to come home with me," Kurt begged cupping Blaine's cheek with his hand. Blaine shook his head smiling,
"I pretty sure he was peeing himself, no one has ever stood up to him, and certainly not to defend me." Kurt kissed him deeply,
"I will always defend you, against him, against anyone." Blaine smirked, even though Kurt still looked nervous that Blaine was going to take the brunt of his temper. "I am sorry though,"
"God, don't be sorry, that was the hottest thing I think I've ever seen." Blaine practically moaned, grabbing Kurt's waist and pulling him flush to him. "No one has ever cared that much about me. I love you so much, now and forever. I want to marry you, and have babies with you, and grow old with you. If we could I would marry you right now, I don't care that I'm 16 and we're still in high school. You are my forever."
"For someone who doesn't know anything about romance, you sure do know how to sweet talk a guy," they kissed deeply, deeper than was proper on the street they were currently visible to. Suddenly a fist banged on the door and both boys jumped, knowing it was Mr. Anderson. "Are you sure you're going to be all right?" Kurt said, worriedly, "If anything happens to you because of me..." Blaine smiled,
"Nothing is going to happen to me, because you are the only one who can break me now. You are the only one that has that kind of power." Kurt pecked his lips quickly,
"And I take that power very seriously."
"I know you do, that's why I trust you with my heart. And it's yours Kurt, it has been for a long time."
They went back in for another kiss when the memory ended, leaving Blaine panting for air. Just then he heard Cooper and Kurt the door shutting behind them,
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" Kurt screamed and Blaine hoped no one came out of the other apartments.
"I'm sorry, I know! Mom wanted Dad and Blaine to get together again, and she told me not to tell Dad or you two, because you wouldn't come if I told you."
"Damn right we wouldn't! GOD DAMN IT COOPER! In what universe was that a good idea? You know better! You know how Blaine gets around him! I only hope I can fucking find him, and that if he's physically okay that he is mentally okay too!" Blaine heard Kurt start to walk towards the corner but apparently Cooper stopped him, because the footsteps paused.
"I knew with you here Dad wouldn't get that bad," Kurt scoffed, "I was wrong okay, and I'm sorry." Cooper pleaded, Blaine suddenly got the feeling that Kurt was about to strike.
"If you ever pull shit like this again, Cooper Anderson, you and Blaine will have to sneak around to see each other because you will never again be welcome in our home and I will NEVER speak to you again. Do I make myself clear?"
"Kurt, I never meant to-"
"To what? Hurt us? Well guess what? You did! You are one of my best friend's Coop, but you put my husband in danger tonight, maybe not physically danger, but you PURPOSELY brought him together with a man whose mission is to make Blaine feel as small as possible. Well mission fucking accomplished." Blaine heard three steps and then they once again stopped suddenly, this time though he looked up to see Kurt kneeling beside him.
"BB, are you okay?" Blaine couldn't help himself and he leaned into Kurt's arms, relishing the feeling when Kurt held him tighter and kissed his hair several times. "It's okay, Honey, I'm right here, I'm not going let him hurt you."
"I know," Blaine whispered, "I got another memory." Kurt pulled away just enough to look down at Blaine who looked back, smiling softly. "It was of the first time you ever met Dad, and you threatened to kill him," Kurt groaned softly.
"I wish you would have gotten another one," he claimed.
"Why? I had never felt more loved, or safe than when you did that. You made me feel like I was worth protecting."
"You are, B. You always have been and you always will be. GOD I'm going to fucking punch that man in the face one day!" Kurt growled, Blaine chuckled lightly,
"You mean you haven't already?" Kurt laughed softly and placed quiet gentle kisses on Blaine face and neck.
"Not yet," he admitted. Blaine inhaled shakily and continued to hold on to Kurt like the life raft he was. "We need to talk though, I need to explain myself," Blaine looked at him confused, "For what I said to you before your parents got here." And then Blaine remembered but it almost didn't matter as much anymore, because he knew no matter what, Kurt was always on his side. "Come on, let's go home. You can call Cooper later and tell him goodbye," Kurt said as he got them to their feet.
"I heard you yelling at him," Blaine reported, "Poor Coop." He smirked playfully, Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled too,
"He needed to hear that."
"Oh I agree, but can I ask you something and you answer me honestly?" Kurt nodded and Blaine continued, "Have you ever yelled at me like that and if you have, how am I not still sobbing a your feet." Kurt laughed, and shook his head,
"Because the last time I yelled at you like that we were 20 and I was stressed out about college finals and I asked your forgiveness, which you only granted if you had mine, which you did." Blaine smiled and nodded,
"What was it about?" Kurt pressed his lips together and sighed softly,
"You were hanging out with this guy named Aaron a lot, and I got... jealous, possessive, I don't know I just felt like he was better than me and that the second you realized that, I'd lose you, so I freaked out and we screamed at each other for an hour, then we ended up having awesome make up sex, but you were pretty upset after, but we fixed it." Blaine smiled again,
"I want us to always fix it, okay?" Kurt grinned and nodded,
"Always."
Sooo much sap and cheese! Please review! much love to my readers! xoxo