Blaine stepped into the living room, surveying the room thoroughly. His eyes landed on a picture that sat on the fireplace mantel. He walked towards it and as the photo came into focus it caused a frog to grow in Blaine's throat. It was his junior prom photograph. McKinley High School, the year that the entire junior class decided to crown Kurt as prom queen as a cruel joke - but Kurt just took it. The prom photo was a classic, Kurt with his crown on proudly and Blaine with the biggest smile on his face. He remembered what Kurt had told him that night before stepping back on the stage to except his crown.

I'm going to show them that it doesn't matter if they are yelling at me or whispering behind my back. They can't touch me. They can't touch us or what we have.

That was when Blaine had realized that Kurt really was one of the bravest men he had ever met. After prom they had spent the rest of evening watching Kurt's favorite reality fashion program; lying in bed together, arms and fingers entwined. Kurt's crown perched next to his vanity.

Blaine was snapped back into reality when Carole walked back into the living room with Burt following behind her. Seeing Burt instantly gave him a sense of calm; Burt always had a way of making him feel that way.

"Blaine." Burt said flatly as he extended his hand and Blaine shook it with a solid squeeze. "It's good to see you, you look well." Burt said as he gave Blaine the once-over.

"Thanks, you too." Blaine said with a shy smile.

"Already problems at the Anderson house?" Burt said as he sat down on the couch and Blaine followed, sitting on the love seat. Carole stepped into the kitchen and grabbed two beers for both of them. When she extended them to both men, they immediately both took long swigs.

"Well, you know my Dad. I can talk about my life as long as it omits anything even remotely gay. My mother asked if I was dating anymore and-"

"Are you?" Burt asked quickly; so quick that Blaine almost didn't hear him.

"What?" He asked.

"Are you dating anyone?" It was an odd question coming from the love of his life's Dad but Blaine appreciated the fact that someone cared enough to ask. He took another long swig of his beer as Carol sat down next to Burt.

"No...uh...no. Not for a long time." Blaine ignored the fact that both Burt and Carole's eyes seemed to light up at bit when they heard that. He thought that they must have been waiting to see if he would ask about Kurt; about his love life. However, he couldn't risk the thought of them saying that he was in a long term, loving relationship so instead he just took another gulp from his beer.

"Well, anyhow, you've got a place to stay tonight if you don't want to go back home." Burt said with a hint of a sad smile. Blaine had to laugh a bit out loud, it struck him how crazy it was that two fathers could be so different. His father was so silent and standoffish, so unsupportive of who Blaine was. Then there was Burt who was so understanding and loving and only wanted the best for his son.

"Uh...no. I couldn't impose myself." He said, setting his beer down on the coffee table, a gulp still sloshing around on the bottom. "Honestly, I've imposed myself too much already." He stood and Burt followed suit. Blaine glanced once again at the prom photo on the mantel once more.

"I mean...Kurt and I broke up eight years ago..." Blaine muttered quietly. Burt closed the distance between them, putting a hand on his shoulder and looking seriously into his eyes.

"It doesn't matter how long it's been. The impact you had on Kurt during those years is invaluable. You gave him the strength he needed back then." Blaine could feel his chest tightening as he listening to everything Burt was telling him. "So it doesn't matter if you're apart eight years or forever...you are always welcome back at this house." Burt finished and Blaine had to physically fight back the tears that stung his eyes. He stepped closer and hugged the older man; it was just a hug but it felt even more powerful than that. He had always felt loved in the home which just made the memories harder to deal with. Carole hugged him as well before Blaine made his way towards the front door.

"Blaine." Burt called out to him, making him turn and look back.

"Don't be a stranger. He wouldn't want that."

Kurt.