Kurt reached for his headphones, knowing it was childish way of avoiding the issue but Burt shook his head in a warning and sat across from him.

"I don't want to do this any more than you do but you brought this on yourself. I trusted you Kurt." Burt readjusted his hat on his head, a nervous tick. "Maybe it's on me for thinking you were levelheaded enough to know where to draw the line, I don't know." He ran his hands over his face and avoided Kurt's eyes, "I don't want you boys seeing each other for awhile."

Kurt exploded, "This is ridiculous! You're going to tell me that when you were in high school, my age, you wouldn't have slept with a girl you dated for 5 or 6 months? That's crap. You know that's crap! " He sat back down and closed his eyes, quiet now, "You can't do this. You can say it but unless you plan on locking me up somewhere you can't stop me from seeing him." He opened h is eyes and looked at his father, imploring, "He NEEDS me, Dad. We need each other." He was worried his heart would stop in his chest.

"It's not really about sex, not for me. I still think you're too young, but at least I believe you and Blaine care about each other and this is more than recreational for both of you. Blaine's father feels differently. What worries me most is how much the two of you need each other. Your world has become very small Kurt. You used to spend time with a group of people but now you're with Blaine every day. I know this is a hard time for him and son, I understand his family situation, but you can't take on responsibility for that. It's too much."

"So I don't see him at all? That's punishment, you can call it what you want but its punishment not concern." He was haughty, knowing he had the moral high ground here.

"I know it feels that way, but look, do Carole and I spend every minute of every day together? No. It's not healthy; it's not good for the relationship. You can't bring anything to one another if you're never away from one another."

"Then limit the time we spend together. I'm okay with only seeing him four days a week or only so many hours a day but you can't take away the only person taking care of him right now."

"I'm not. Alistair was adamant that you not come near the house or Blaine again. I think he'll calm down over time, but for now I don't want you over there, he doesn't strike me as entirely reasonable right now. You can call Blaine, send Finn over to check on him if you want, but stay away."

Kurt's eyes were red, "Dad, he's not going to change his mind. You have to talk to him."

"We have to give him time. If things don't change in awhile I'll talk to him, but the situation is" Burt searched for the right words, trying not to envision the scene Alistair had walked in on and insisted on relating in detail, "not ideal."

Kurt's phone vibrated in his hand. A text from Blaine:

Are you okay?

He quickly answered, NO

Burt stood. "We'll talk later, talk to Blaine. I'm sorry your first time ended this way…that was your first time?" "Yeah Dad, thanks." Burt touched his son's shoulder on the way out of the room.

His phone vibrated again, I love you

We'll figure this out, please don't worry

Kurt's fingers were shaking and tears were falling freely now. Can you call me?

His phone rang almost immediately; he didn't even speak, just slid the call open and breathed into the phone.

"Honey," Blaine's voice, controlled as always, concerned, and soft "You're crying. Please don't cry."

"They won't let me see you. At all. It's not fair." He didn't bother to wipe his tears, just left them on his burning cheeks.

"I'm sorry. This is my fault. "

"I wish you could move out of that house. There has to be a way."

"In time. We have our whole lives; this is just a bump on our road. Some day when we're in our apartment, cooking dinner and arguing over whose turn it is to take out the garbage I'm going to make fun of you for being so worried right now."

"Don't do that. Please don't make jokes right now. What did your father do when I left?"

"Can we start with how brave you were when you were still here? I can't believe even with him glaring at you, you stopped and kissed me good bye."

"I had just made love with my boyfriend for the first time, there's no way I'm letting some homophobe chase me away without a goodbye kiss. Even if I'm shaking, even if that homophobe is his father."

"I don't know that I would have been able to do what you did. I was honestly scared he might hit you."

Kurt took a second to process that. "Blaine, has your father ever hit you?"

"No, no, but he's never caught me having sex before either. He's hit my mother, well, not hit, he's manhandled her I guess is the best way to say it. I don't know how he can say he loves her. I'd never hurt you, I hope you know that."

"I know. I'd never worry about that. You avoided the question. What did your dad do when I left?"

"Didn't go well, he was obviously angry and tried to blame you, bad influence blah, blah…he doesn't have any idea about you, or us. He just wants to believe that if you weren't around I'd somehow forget I was gay. I tried to calm him down and talk to him, to tell him that it was our first time, my first time and how great it would be if I could talk about that with my dad. He wasn't interested in that at all. He told me I was a disappointment to him and my mother, that I was lucky he wasn't throwing me out, that if I ever pulled this again he'd cut me out of his life. He let me know in no uncertain terms that when I turn 18 I am expected to get out if I continue choose to be a fag whore. Then he made me some Ovaltine and we watched baseball, y'know, the usual heartwarming father/son stuff. How was your dad, has he said anything yet? I know my dad called him."

Kurt sat on the floor and fingered the picture of himself and Blaine before they left for Prom. Blaine was smiling like a total goof, his arm around Kurt's waist.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he swallowed his tears and his anger, working to control both; "I hate him. I want you away from him so badly. Oh Blaine, I love you so much, you don't deserve the things he says to you. I know you know that, and you can joke but I know it still hurts you. Just please remember there's nothing wrong with you, all of that is his garbage, not yours. You're beautiful, inside and out. My dad was just in here when you texted. He's shaken, but insists that he's less upset about the sex than how dependent we are on each other. Said your Dad won't let me near you and I should comply for now. I told him he'd have to lock me in my room."

"I don't' want to come between you and your dad, he's been so supportive of us."

"I'm not staying away from you. They can't make me. I'm definitely not leaving you alone with that man saying those ugly, hateful things to you."

"Kurt if I were healthy I'd agree, but my Dad can be violent. If I could get up and defend you I'd say screw him we'll do what we want and if he touches you I'll kill him, but if he laid a hand on you and I couldn't help you I'd never forgive myself."

"So you don't want to see me?" his lip started to quiver again.

"I'm not saying that, I'm saying you can't come here. They don't know about my appointments, where or when I have to be places, you did all of that. If we can get Finn or someone to come get me and we can meet somewhere, maybe talk to your dad about whether we can hang out there."

"Maybe we don't tell my dad just yet, he thinks we need a break from each other."

They were quiet a few minutes then Blaine addressed the elephant in the room. "How are you, with…everything, I mean, obviously my dad ruined…but otherwise, are you okay?"

Kurt pictured Blaine's face, wished he could be there to see it. He knew if they were together Blaine would cuddle and kiss him, stroke his hair, his arms and make sure he could feel how much he loved him. "I am, I mean, I wish we had had time after to be close, but I don't regret it if that's what you're asking."

"I can't stand how much I wanted to wrap myself around you after. Thank you, I know you never expected to have to take the lead our first time but I want you to know I couldn't have asked for anything more. You're everything to me."

"I kind of liked being in charge, you should get ready for more of that, even when you're better."

"I like bold Kurt, very sexy."

"No more baby penguin?"

"Baby jaguar more like."

"Raawoar"

They laughed together, both realizing they'd make it through this, and whatever else came their way, because they had each other.