Author's Note: The song in this chapter is Yesterday by the Beatles. Bold is Kurt singing. Also, I'm sorry. So, so sorry. Review please.

"Blaine Samuel Anderson get in here now!" I pushed Kurt up the stairs and set my back pack down in the kitchen door way. Kurt didn't need to see this. My mom and dad were sitting at the kitchen table. My father's face was angry and a piece of paper was clutched in his hand. Mom's face was the opposite. Her eyes were puffy and she had a very sad and worried expression. "Y-yes sir?" I stuttered. "Sit." He said pointing at an empty chair.

"Blaine, I got a very interesting letter in the church mail box this morning."

I nodded

"Maybe you would like to read it?"

I took the paper from his hands and read it.

"Mr. Anderson,

I thought maybe you would like to know a little secret that your son has been keeping from you. I know you're a very understanding man so I don't think Blaine would mind me tell you. Your son's gay sir. I'm sorry to have to be the one to break it to you but I don't think he would tell you on his own."

I dropped the paper and looked up at my dad. "It's there something you wanna tell me Blaine." he asked. I didn't say anything. "I'm going to ask you again Blaine. Is there something you want to tell me?" dad shouted. I didn't say anything again. "It's true isn't it?" dad whispered. I shut my eyes tight and nodded. "Get out."

My eyes shot open and I stared at my dad. "Get out NOW!" he shouted. "Dad." I whispered. "You are not my son. You have 30 minutes to get you and the boy out of here. I don't want to see you again." he said. "Mama."I whispered looking over at her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tears rolled down her cheeks.

I stood up, grabbed my back pack and duffle and ran up the stairs to the last door on the left for the last time. Kurt was sitting on my bed with his knees pulled up to his chest. "We have thirty minutes. Go pack quickly." I said pulling him off the bed. He just nodded and kissed me before he left.

I moved quickly. I set my suit case on the bed and started piling all my stuff into it. Clothes, shoes, pictures, everything. I zipped it closed and moved to my back pack. I shoved my favorite books into it and set it next to the suit case. Duffle bag. It already had my football stuff in it. I shoved my baseball stuff in it. Socks, cleats, pants, I reached into the back of my nearly empty closet and grabbed my U of I uniform and laid it carefully in my bag.

I pulled my back pack on my shoulders and flung my bat bag and duffle over my arms, grabbed my guitar and wheeled my suit case down the stairs. My father was still sitting at the kitchen table but my mother was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

I set my stuff down and stared at her. "Please, mama." I whispered. "We'll get this fixed Blaine, but for now I want you to go somewhere safe. Let me know when you get there." She said pulling me into a hug. I nodded and cried into her shoulder. She kissed the top of my head and let me go. "I love you Blainey Bear. And I'm so sorry this happened." Mama whispered. "It was Clayton, who sent that letter ma. He's the one that been doing this to me." I said picking up my stuff again. I could hear Kurt coming down the stairs. "Be sure you hold onto him Blaine. Kurt's your one." She smiled sadly. "I know he is Mama. I'll call you soon." I said grabbing my jacket off the peg board.

"Good bye Mrs. Anderson." "I'm sorry Kurt. I loved having you here. Take care of him please. Blaine loves you so much Kurt." my mom said hugging him. Kurt nodded.

I turned into the kitchen and looked at my dad. "Your times almost up." he said. "I know, but I have to say something first. And you owe it to me to listen. You're goin' to be sorry one day. I'm gonna do great things and have a great family and you're not going to be part of it. You won't be invited to my wedding, to my kids' baptisms or birthdays. They will have nothing to do with you or this town."

"I feel sorry for those children. Having to grown up with you as their father and that fag with you. And who is going to you into a church let alone your children? You'll go to Hell before any Church will let you in their doors!"

"I'll teach them myself, then. My kids will go to church on way or another. And don't you dare talk about Kurt that way. I love him and I can't wait till I can marry him because either way we're going to be together. Kurt let's go, I'm done with him." I said grabbing Kurt's free hand and pulling him out the door.

The sky was dark with heavy rain clouds looming above us. I threw my stuff in the bed of my truck and helped Kurt with his. I ran into the barn and grabbed a tarp and tied it over the bed in case it rained. I slammed the tuck door and sped off.

I stopped at the intersection and looked at Kurt. "Right takes us south and left takes us north. Where are we goin'?" I asked Kurt. "Left will take us to Chicago." Kurt said grabbing my hand. "Let's go home then." I sighed and turned left toward Chicago.

I pulled into the University of Illinois campus about 1 o'clock and stopped in front of Coach Fletcher's office. "Come with me." I said opening Kurt's door and wrapping my arm around his waist. Please let him be here I thought to myself.

I tapped on Coach's office door. "Come in!" he shouted from inside. I creaked open the door and leaned my head in.

"Coach?"

"Blaine, what are you doing here? Come in, come in." he said standing up and opening the door wider. Kurt and I sat down in the leather chairs and I looked at Coach.

"This is my boyfriend Kurt sir." I said.

"It's nice to meet You Kurt." he said shaking Kurt's hand.

"Will you tell me why you're here Blaine? It's the middle of a school day and you're hours from home. Explain."

"I just need to know that I'll have my scholarship no matter where I play ball at."

"Of course you will Blaine. Why, are you moving?"

"Something like that Coach. Um I've been kicked out of my house." I said. Kurt reached over and rested his hand on my back.

The color from Coach's face drained and he reached for his phone.

"Do you have a place to go?"

"We're going to Chicago sir. That's where my family is and my dad told Blaine he's got a home there."Kurt spoke up.

"Good, here." Coach said handing me a piece of paper. "That's Luke and his husband's home number in case you need somebody who understands. Mine's there too."

"T-thank you sir" I whispered

"Let me know when you're home Blaine. And you'll have your scholarship kid. It's yours no matter where you are."

"Thank you sir. I guess I'll see you in two years." I said starting to stand up.

"You'll be back next summer wont you? For camp again?"

"If I can sir I will be. I'm going to see where this weekend takes me before I plan to far ahead."

"You're going to be okay Blaine." Coach said patting me on the back.

I nodded and grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him out of the building. The rain was coming down hard now. I opened his door for him and ran over to my door. I rested my head on my steering wheel and sighed. "We're soaked." I laughed. I looked over at Kurt and grinned. He burst out laughed and leaned his head on my shoulder.

"I've just been kicked out of my house and I'm laughing." I stated. Kurt just shook his head and kissed my neck. "Let's get home." I said starting the car. I pulled onto the highway and headed north to Chicago.

"What the house number again?" I asked turning into Kurt's neighbor hood. "38." Kurt yawned. I turned into the same drive from a month ago. "Your dad's home." I said observing the red car parked next to mine. "We'll come get the stuff later." Kurt said grabbing me around the waist.

Kurt opened the front door and I closed it behind me. "Finn is that you?" Burt called from the living room. "Um no Dad it's me." Kurt said leading me into the living room. "Kurt, what the hell?" Burt shouted. Kurt and I sat down in the oversized chair and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Would you like to explain why you're here and not in Newton?" Burt said.

"Do you want me to tell him honey?" Kurt asked. I nodded and buried my nose into his shoulder.

"Blaine got kicked out, dad."

"Oh my God." Burt trailed off.

"I'm sorry dad. This was the only place we could think of at a moment's notice." Kurt sighed.

"No, I'm glad you're here Kurt. Blaine you're staying here, that room up there is yours just like I told you. Do you have anything with you?" Burt asked standing up.

"Yeah, our stuff's in my truck." I said moving out of Kurt's grasp. "I'll go clean up your room." Kurt whispered.

Kurt squeezed my hand and let me go outside with Burt.

I took out my pocket knife and cut the rope that held the tarp down. Burt pulled it back and unhooked the tailgate. We made two trips to get everything into the house.

"I'm gonna go lock up the truck." I said and walked out the door. I was folding up the tarp when Burt ran out of the house. "Hey Blaine, wait up."

"Yes sir?"

"Let's talk."

I hopped on the tailgate and looked at Burt.

"Are you okay?"

"I think so. I knew it was coming someday but I kinda hoped Kurt would be gone so he wouldn't have to be shoved around again." I sighed.

Burt nodded. "Why don't you go up to your room?"

"Thank you sir. For letting me stay here ya know?"

"Don't thank me Blaine. Kurt loves you and so do we. Everything's going to be fine." Burt said pulling me into a hug. I let him hug me his time.

"I'm gonna go um unpack I guess." I said walking back into the house.

I sprinted up the stairs with the rest of my bags and down the hall where my room was. I opened the door to find unpacking my stuff. "Hey, let me do that." I said walking over and grabbing at the shirt in his hand. "Let me do this, lay down. You've had a long day." Kurt said kissing me.

I nodded and lay down on the bare mattress. I watched Kurt move around the tiny room folding t-shirts and hanging up cloths in the closet. He set my guitar on its stand in the corner and lined up my shoes in the closet. "You look beautiful." I said. "I've been in a car all day and my hair's got to me a mess." Kurt sighed. "You still look beautiful." I shrugged. "Get up you goof. I need to make the bed." Kurt said pulling me off the bed. I let him put the sheets and blankets on.

"Now you can lay down." he laughed. I grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed with me. He laid on his back and I rested my head against his chest. He pulled me in closer and brushed the hair off my forehead. "I love you." Kurt whispered. "I love you more than you know Kurt." I sighed and wrapped my arm around his stomach.

"Yesterday love was such an easy game to play; now I need a place to hide away. Oh, I believe in yesterday. Why'd she have to go? I don't know, she wouldn't say. I said something wrong now I long for yesterday. Yesterday love was such an easy game to play now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday."

Author's Note: I have nothing to say except I'm sorry. Review please.