Blaine stared coldly at Matthew Anderson, his religion loving father, and Miranda Anderson, his weak, but loving mother. "Hello, Father." He said coolly.

Joey ran down the stairs and stood in front of his big brother. "I called him to see if could come home because I miss him and I'm getting lonely because he's at Dalton all the time. I also wanted to have 'nother Nerf war with him…" He trailed off with his head lowered.

Matthew sighed, "Joey, go and tell your friend to go home. It's getting close to dinnertime. Your mother and I will have conversation with you later about this." He turned to look at Mairead's steely black eyes and ramrod straight posture. She supported Blaine no matter what it cost her, and defended him with her life. So when she knew Blaine was gay and heard how his father reacted, she was in a fit of rage; Mairead wanted rip Matthew's throat out and send him to hell, Blaine barely contained her.

"Get home, Mairead. Your mother might be expecting you." Matthew showed her the door out.

Mairead turned her back to Matthew and quickly grabbed Blaine in one of her famous "choke you to death hugs." "Call me, tonight by eight or I will start throwing rocks at your window" she mumbled into his ear. She then turned so fast around that her long, beautiful jet-black hair nearly slapped him across the face. As she walked out, she caught Matthew's eye and gave him a glare as she nodded respectfully at Miranda.

Matthew slammed the door shut. He turned to look at Blaine, who was starting to carry his backpack up to his room. "You have two days to spend with your brother. Every time you visit Joseph, you will keep the door open and inform me or your mother that you are talking to him. You are free to leave the house at any time." Matthew told Blaine sternly and coldly.

"Fine. As long as Joey stays happy." Blaine spoke to his father with bitterness prominent in his voice. Matthew walked into the kitchen muttering something about a bottle of wine in the fridge. Joey ran up the stairs to his room with tears in his eyes.

Miranda sighed and came to give Blaine a hug. "How have you been, honey? Joey misses you and so does Mairead. You should have seen how many times last month he cried when he missed you so much."

Blaine sighed; he missed his brother as much as Joey did. "I know, but I'm not coming home that often if you and Dad won't accept me for who I am. And I am gay. Nothing can change that mom. It makes me angry and sad that you and Dad won't." Blaine sighed.

"And it makes me think that you're telling us this because you don't want to go to Mass anymore. We can get you help, Blaine. I just think that you're confused and if you talk with Pastor Robbins, he can make you less confused and more confident about yourself! Just listen to me, Blaine!" Miranda said urgently as they could both hear Matthew walking heavily back towards the two of them.

Blaine looked coldly on the man he called his father. "I'm going to talk to Joey and leave the door open." He walked quickly up the stairs to Joey's room before his father could respond. "Hey, Joe-schmoe. How ya doin'?" Blaine grinned as he ruffled Joey's hair.

Joey slapped his hand away. "I'm hanging in there. Dad's getting increasingly difficult. School's going well, can't wait until I go to Dalton next year for freshman year. Speaking of which, how's Dalton doing for you?" he asked.

Blaine walked over Joey's desk and grabbed a pad of paper and a pen before plopping down on the bed with his brother who was three years his junior.

I want to tell you something that I don't want mom and dad to hear right now, so let's just talk about uninteresting things while we write the real conversation down.

"Dalton's going great, Warbler songs are awesome this year. We're singing Raise Your Glass by P!nk for regionals." Blaine said in a falsely cheerful voice while Joey scrawled on the pad.

What is it?

"Sweet, I love P!nk! What other songs are you guys doing this year? I really hope you guys are going to do Green Day. Boulevard of Broken Dreams seems like something you guys could accomplish with and acapella choir." Joey said for as long as possible as Blaine frantically wrote.

I HAVE A BOYFRIEND. His name is Kurt Hummel and I love him so freaking much. He came to Dalton a couple of weeks ago after the bullying threats at McKinley became too much. Kurt was spying on us… badly. We've been good friends and stuff, but until he sung "Blackbird" for Pav's death, did I realize that we were meant for each other, AND WE KISSED.

Joey's eyes were huge, Holy crap, did I really freak him out that much that his eyes are the size of one of Kurt's moisturizing pads for his face? He thought. "Yeah, I'll suggest Green Day to the council when I go back. I don't think Boulevard of Broken Dreams is going to be popular, though… Wes usually shoots downs songs that have electric guitar parts in them." Blaine rambled as Joey wrote furiously across the page. "What other songs do you think we can do? Do you think I should suggest a country song? I personally think we should do Taylor Sw –" Blaine tried to say before the pad was shoved into his face.

WHAT? DO YOU KNOW HOW DAD'S GOING TO REACT? I'M SERIOUSLY HAPPY FOR YOU; BUT DUDE, DAD'S GOING TO GO FREAKING NUTS ON YOU. Mom might be good with it, but I doubt it, she always sides with dad… Have you told Mairead and Lauren?

Blaine sighed, he forgot about his sister who was a year younger and went to The Madeline Thames Academy for Extraordinary Young Women in Clovis, California. She went there to escape the religious tirades of their father and church of how God better than everything and created everything crap. Lauren was agnostic and didn't want to hear of it anymore, so she looked up the academy online and saw how far it was away from Ohio.

Joey hopped off the bed and turned on the music to one of Green Day's songs. He then went right next to Blaine on the bed and whispered to him instead of writing on the pad. "What do you think dad and mom are going to do if you tell them?"

Blaine contemplated all the possibilities. "Probably tell me to get the hell out of this house and never come back. That's the worst that he might do to me… And when that happens, Joey, always know that I love you no matter what." He whispered passionately to him

"Ewwww, Blaine!" Joey grinned while ducking his brother's incoming grab to put him in a headlock. As Blaine started chasing him around the room they both a quiet "eh-hem" and saw their father in the doorway looking suspiciously at Blaine.

"Dinner's ready. Come down in five minutes… when you've dressed appropriately." Matthew looked pointedly at Blaine in his undone Dalton tie and pink neon green socks.

Blaine stiffly got up and was on his way to his room when Matthew stopped him. "I expect you to take part in the pre meal prayer as well." Blaine nodded.

Dressed in a dark red polo shirt and a clean pair of khakis with black dress socks, Blaine knocked on Joey's door. He opened the door and both of them went down for dinner. Joey was silent on the way down to the table. They were both dreading what and how Blaine was going to tell both their parents. Should I do after dinner during desert or right at the beginning after everyone has eaten a little bit first? Blaine thought nervously.

They both sat down right next to each other at the table and said the prayer, or at least Joey, Matthew, and Miranda did. Blaine clasped his hands together, bowed his head, and pretended to pray; instead thinking of song lyrics to give him courage.

"Amen." Matthew said. Blaine looked up and saw that his family was finishing doing the sign of the cross on their body, though Joey did so a little grudgingly. Blaine took in a deep breath and smiled to his mother who was passing him the mashed potatoes.

Miranda initiated the conversation. "So Blaine, how goes Dalton? I expect you've been getting good grades and getting nearly every solo for the Warblers." She smiled at him.

He smiled nervously back. It's now or never. "Things have been going great. There have been a couple of new students trying out for the Warblers, so it's been a pain in the neck to try and sort them out. Some of them are convinced they are the best singers and should take over the solo when they can't even sing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star in tune. I swear, it made half our ears bleed… But there was this one boy who was the best that we've seen. He's a countertenor named Kurt Hummel." Blaine said in a rush.

Miranda handed him the turkey. "Really, what so special about him?" She looked curiously at Blaine.

Joey snuck him a glance as he prepared himself mentally for what he was about to tell his parents. "Mom, Kurt is amazing. He has an amazing range that we really could use in an acapella choir to do more songs. Kurt is also gay. He transferred over from McKinley High School after death threats because of his sexuality. And just last week - " Matthew pounded the table suddenly.

"Are you saying that this Kurt is gay AND in the Warblers?" He looked furious. Blaine could feel the tension in the air.

"Yes, and we kissed, Father. I said right there. WE KISSED." Blaine said defiantly. Both of them were on their feet at this point. Blaine could see the anger building up in Matthew's eyes.

He did not expect the following reaction though, through the plate that was thrown at his face with food on it. Miranda and Joey looked on in horror. The plate broke and Blaine staggered back, blood gushing from his cheek and forehead.

Matthew walked away from the table and stormed out the door. "Joey, go upstairs with you brother and help him clean up. I'll clear the mess down here. You might want to support him, he looks a little unsteady." Miranda said quietly and sadly.

Blaine cleared his eyes of the mashed potatoes and gravy angrily and stomped his way upstairs. He turned the water on and grabbed the wash cloth to wipe the food and blood off while throwing insults at his father under his breath. " –er do this to their own son. He needs mental help as well as a huge wake up call. Not my fault I was born this way. What else do I need invade my freaking life this week? Another plate thrown in my face or what? Gah." He looked down at his hands; they were covered up in blood from his face and small cuts from throwing the broken pieces of the ceramic plate down.

Joey stayed mostly quiet, watching his brother fuming and clean himself up. He wondered why their father would do this.

Blaine looked at his face in the mirror; it was covered in cuts from the fork and knife that was on the plate as well the broken plate. His nose looked crooked as well. It also didn't stop bleeding.

"Dammit. Joey, can you go down and get an ice pack for me? And gauze if we have some in the medicine cabinet?" Blaine said to Joey quietly. Joey nodded and ran quickly down the stairs.

Blaine's cell phone rumbled on the counter next to him. One new message from: KURT HUMMEL. Blaine pressed the button that said read later. Another message popped up; Three missed calls from: KURT HUMMEL. Wonder what it could be, Blaine thought. He was just opening up the messages when Matthew came into his sight.