Kurts lashes fluttered and his nose wrinkled at the feeling of warm breath on his cheeks and lips, a tiny smile curving his lips. His blue eyes opened and he stared up at a pair of soft, golden eyes, glowing under the shine streaking across the bed. Blaines brown skin covered him, hard muscle and stroking hands. A corner of a pair of pale lips twisted, and a dark curl swung off his ear and tickled Kurts forehead. "Good morning, beautiful." Blaine rolled away, much to Kurts disappointment, but he kept himself at Kurts side. "Im making breakfast for you. Do you want to stay and eat with me?"

Wriggling under the cool, heavy blankets, still damp from last night, Kurt batted his lashes and clung to Blaine. "Oh, that sounds wonderful." He sniffed when he got a whiff of something, "Mm... I can smell it. Yummy."

"The oatmeals still heating up." Blaine ran his fingers through Kurts messy hair, kissing by his eye, "But I have fruit and milk or juice." Dragging the blankets up to Kurts naked shoulders when he trembled, Blaine stroked his side and shoulder, "I talked to your dad and he said everything is fine."

"Thats good." Kurt rested his hand on Blaines cheek, "I knew he trusted you. Youre good." Closing his eyes, Kurt nipped his bottom lip and breathed in the faint smell of sex and come. He opened his eyes again and looked at Blaines room for the first time in light, and he saw that it was still very gray. The only messy thing was the bed, the sheets tangled around their legs, and a small pile of clothes on the floor.

Blaine shifted beside of Kurt, and he moved a little closer and kissed the top of Kurts head. "Thank you for staying with me last night. Were you comfortable?"

"Mm... yes. Very." Wriggling his toes, Kurt rolled over and nuzzled against Blaines chest. "Your bed is so soft... and you were very nice to me. I feel so comfortable with you. Its like..." he nipped his bottom lip, "Ive always known you. Like youve always been my best friend. But thats silly."

"No." Blaine patted Kurts bottom. "I feel the same way. I feel like I could tell you... show you... anything. I love you." Kissing Kurts lips, he laughed when he heard Kurts belly rumble. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes!" Kurt burst into giggles. "The oatmeal smells delicious."

Swinging his legs off of Kurt, Blaine started to slip off the bed. "Ill see if its ready. You can stay in bed." He bent over Kurt, who was pulling the blankets up to his shoulders and smoothing them. "Ill be back in a minute."

After he kissed Kurts mouth, he turned around, but froze against the bed. He seemed to be stuck there, hearing footsteps coming down the hallway. He didnt know what to do, but when the door opened, he reached for a part of the blanket and covered himself with it. He heard Kurt squeak at the intruder, but his entire focus was on that dark head of hair.

"Blaine-" his dad, who he hadnt expected to be home, looked up from his papers, and then he dropped them to the floor. His dad took a few seconds to recover, his chest lifting and dropping with shaky breaths. "What the fuck is going on?"

Blaine tried to remember what hed been about to do, and then he remembered that he had oatmeal on the oven. Kurt shrilly chirped again, and Blaine glanced back at him. "No, look at me." His dad demanded, "Tell me what the fuck youre doing."

"Dad, dont." Blaine snapped, but his voice shook with nerves. He hadnt been expecting this, and he was terrified of what his dad might say to Kurt. "Give us a minute."

"Have you been fucking him?" His dad cut him off, his voice rising.

His mom could be heard from the hallway, "Richard, whats wrong? Who are you talking to? Is that Blaine?"

His dad turned around and glimpsed through the doorway, and Blaine wanted to push him the rest of the way out. He just wanted a minute to think, to get dressed, to comfort Kurt. As if lost on what he was really dealing with, his dad looked back at Blaine, his sharp eyes flicking between him and Kurt. Blaine took a step to the side and guarded Kurt with his thigh. Tearing his eyes away, his dad made a harsh gesture, "I want to see you in the living room now!"

His dad stormed out and he slammed the door, his footsteps pounding against the floor. After they faded away, everything went quiet, except Kurts soft crying. Blaine continued to stand very still, but he was alerted when Kurt made a soft sound, and he knelt beside of him and gathered him in his strong arms. "Hey," he whispered soothingly, smoothing Kurts hair, "shh... dont cry. Im right here. Ive got you. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. Im so sorry, I had no idea they would be coming home early. Shh... its okay, sweetheart. Im here."

Kurt trembled in Blaines arms, blinking away his tears as he closed his eyes and buried himself in Blaines chest, "This is awful! Your dad will never let you see me again. Nothing will be okay because Im going to lose you-"

"Kurt." Blaine squeezed him tighter, blocking his view of anything except his chest, "Kurt, let me worry about this. My dad cant stop me from seeing you. Were always going to be together. Remember? This is a forever kind of thing. I love you so much and nothing will keep me from you." Tilting his head, Blaine pressed his lips to Kurts salty mouth. "Here, put on one of my sweatshirts. Itll be big enough to hide everything."

Climbing off the bed, Blaine glanced back at Kurt when he anxiously grabbed his wrist to hold him close. He lifted his claimed wrist to his lips and kissed the back of Kurts hand before setting it aside, then he went to his closet and pulled on a wife beater and sweatpants, and returned to Kurt with a baggy, gray sweatshirt. He slid it onto Kurts body and helped Kurt off the bed, watching the sleeves hang off his hands and the bottom of the sweatshirt brush the middle of his thighs. Rolling the sleeves up for Kurt, Blaine slipped an arm around Kurts waist to make it clear to his dad that he couldnt scare him into stopping loving Kurt. He guided Kurt toward the hallway.

They headed for the stairs and Blaine looked down first, finding his dad resting on the couch with his fingers digging into his temple. He could hear his mom and Coop talking softly in the kitchen. Helping Kurt down the stairs, Blaine led him into the living room then pointed out the kitchen to him, where he knew Kurt would be less of a target. Kurt wandered to the kitchen doors, peeking at Blaine before Coop stuck his head out and muttered something about breakfast to him. The door shut behind them, leaving Blaine to his dads brutal hands.

Blaine turned his attention to him and sat down on the arm of the couch opposite of his dads. Scratching his cheek in a way that Blaine did when he was nervous, Richard muttered lowly, "How long has this been going on, Blaine?"

"Since school started." Blaine muttered, aware of his dads wince. "And theres nothing you can say that will change my mind about Kurt."

Richard swallowed thickly, ignoring Coops appreciative laugh from the kitchen as Maddie opened the door and paced into the living room. She quietly settled into the single chair by the window, her eyes darting between Richard and Blaine. "Richie," she murmured, "I got a hold of Burt and told him what happened, and he said that hell just talk to Kurt when he gets home. Blaine, why dont you talk to us? Whats been going on? Are you... gay?"

"No, hes not gay!" Richard shouted, his temper getting the best of him again. "Dammit, he doesnt know what he is! He has no idea what hes doing!"

"Im in love with Kurt!" Blaines own voice got louder, and he could feel his fingers digging into his palms.

"Blaine." His mom muttered, reaching out for him. "You dont understand what youre getting into... or what position youre putting us in. Your principal called us and said you gave your friend, David, a bad bruise. He said hes tired of the fighting and had to kick you off the football team. You lost your scholarship."

"You gave away your entire life for some gay slut." Richard snapped, glaring Blaine down. Blaines mouth fell open and he started to lash out for Kurt, but his dad quickly cut him off. "Blaine, we set your life up perfectly. We were the exact same way with Cooper when he was still living at home, and look where hes at. Hes going to India for three years by this summer on a two million dollar salary for his new movie. If you hadnt fucked this up, you could be on a three million dollar salary in your professional football career. I could call my agents in California and have them clear things up, but, Blaine, you really shitted this up. I dont know if you deserve all the work that goes into getting a scholarship back."

"What if I dont want a football career?" Blaine growled, shocking Richard again, "Dad, I like singing. With your connections to big named agents I could start out as a record producer and maybe perform my own music-"

"No!" Richard screamed, slamming his hands down, "Youre not going into a singing career just because your gay boyfriend wont have sex with you if you leave glee club! Im calling the school and making you quit that damned club immediately. Youre going to be spending your study halls, lunch time, and after school on that field training until you puke just so, if I feel you finally deserve it, you can get your scholarship back. You can start earning your way back to your scholarship by kissing that gay slut goodbye. Hes the one who dragged you down in the first place."

"You cant stop me from seeing Kurt!" Blaine lunged to his feet, making his dad flinch because he knew that Blaine was strong enough to hurt him. "Were in love and theres nothing you can do about that! I dont want a fucking football scholarship! I hate football! Singing is who I am. This is about my life. Ill do what I want with it. Im done being your punching bag! Im going to live my life my way and my life will always include Kurt-"

"Another word and Ill never let you set foot on my property again."

Maddie glanced up at that, and he heard the kitchen door push open, revealing Kurt with Coop standing behind him, his hand at Kurts waist as if to protect him. "Richard. You dont mean that. Blaine is our son!"

"No, he doesnt mean it." Blaine said flatly, "Hes threatened it before. Im not going to cower down to you just because you dont like the person Im in love with. Kurt is my life. Im going to stay in glee club and be with Kurt and theres nothing you can do about that. Im going to Kurts house and I wont be back for a while."

After a few seconds of silence, his foot tapping and his finger scratching his jaw, Richard stood up and approached Blaine, who pushed his shoulders back. "Get your shit," was the only thing he said. "Im throwing whatever isnt out by tonight in the garbage. All the money I gave Cooper at his graduation that you were expecting... that deal is done. Im being serious. If I see your face at my door again, Ill get a restraining order. Youre not my son anymore, and Im not your dad. Find somewhere else to live. Youve embarrassed the fuck out of this family and Im done fighting you. Was losing all of that really worth him?" He gestured indifferently to Kurt, whose cheeks were flushed and streaked with glassy tears.

Completely in control of himself-for once, Blaine spat, "Ive never had a family."

His dads eyes widened, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to scream, but instead he raised his hand and smacked Blaine. Blaine shouted and stumbled at the force of his hit. He heard Kurt cry out.

Blaine lifted his eyes to Richards face, and he shoved him away and went to Kurt. Grabbing Kurts little hand as carefully as he could, he pulled him to the door and ate the ground with his long strides. Kurt skittered to keep up with him, "Blaine, wait! Please! What about your things?"

"Everything can be replaced." Blaine threw open the passenger door, picking Kurt up and putting him on the seat. He was about to shut the door when he remembered that his pictures of Kurt and his boutonniere and Kurts dress and flower couldnt be replaced. "Shit. Stay here. Ill be back in a second. I mean it, Kurt. Dont move."

Running away from the car and around his house, Blaine opened the back door that connected to the laundry room, which had a small staircase up to the second floor. He took the stairs three at a time and was relieved that no one was up there. He found his way to his room and almost shouted at the sight of another body. "Coop!" He barked, furrowing his brows at his brother. "What are you doing?"

Coop ignored him and stuffed a pile of clothes in a bag, then tossed it at Blaine, "Here. I packed you a bunch of your clothes and Kurts dress. Your pictures and phone are in there. I found some flowers, too, and I guessed they were from homecoming." Handing Blaine the bag, he muttered, "Listen... if you need a place to stay, my California home is always open."

Blaine nodded and pulled away from his brother, slinging the bag over his shoulder. He hurried out of his room and went back down the stairs, reaching his backyard in seconds. Walking around his house, he found his car still sitting in his driveway, and Kurt was still there. He opened the drivers door and hesitated to start the car, distracted by Kurts crying. "Sweetheart, itll be okay." He reached over and rubbed his thigh, but that did nothing to calm him.

"This is all my fault." Kurt sniffed, turning bright blue eyes to Blaine. Tears flirted with his blond lashes. "Oh, Blaine, you dont have a home and you lost your scholarship. And you have a cut on your cheek." Reaching over, Kurt touched a sore he hadnt even been aware of.

"Shh..." Blaine was still trying to figure things out, but before he could comfort Kurt or even think about himself and his future, he had to get away from that place. Pulling out of the driveway, he tried to keep his hand on Kurt, gently stroking and soothing him, while he drove away. He stopped a few houses down the road and pulled over to the sidewalk, then he wrapped Kurt in his arms. "Baby, Im here. Shh..." Kissing everywhere on Kurts face, he muttered, "Come here. Ill be fine, sweetheart. Ill get an apartment somewhere... get a job... itll be fine. My brother offered me his house in California-"

That seemed to upset Kurt because he shivered and put distance between them, "California? Oh, Blaine, you cant! I cant be without you."

Blaine pressed more kisses to Kurts tiny, scrunched face, "Okay, okay. Shh... you wont be without me. Youre not going to lose me. If I cant find anything in Lima, Ill look in Westerville. Its a bigger town... it has more jobs and complexes. Baby... its okay. I promise... Ill fix this for us." Rubbing Kurts back as he clung to him, Blaine drove down the street and pulled into Kurts driveway.

After a few seconds, the front door opened and Burt stepped out, rocking back and forth on his heels. He looked at Blaine and saw his grim expression, and his own brows lowered. Taking Kurt against his chest, Blaine opened his door and scooted out of the car. He took Kurt with him, holding him tightly, and he boosted him up on his chest.

Burt frowned at his crying son, and he held one hand out. "Blaine, come on."

Blaine carried Kurt past his dad and into his house, sitting down on one of the couches. He rested Kurt against his chest, hearing his small hiccups and feeling him twitch against his chest, "Shh... its okay, baby. Youre home. Youre safe."

Burt came in a minute later, and he threw himself down in his recliner. Tossing them a box of tissues, Burt muttered, "Want to tell me what happened? I didnt get everything from your mom but she said somethings going on between you two."

Blaine swiped a tissue from the box and wiped Kurts pink face, feeling him go limp against his chest. Smoothing his damp hair off his face, Blaine mumbled, "My parents disowned me." At Burts startled expression, he cleared his throat and continued, "I was the one... who convinced Kurt to sleep with me. Hes been decent."

"I know." Burt nodded, much to Blaines surprise. "Is that why they disowned you? For... being with him?" Blaine said absolutely nothing, his eyes on Kurt, so Burt said, "Im not going to do anything like that, not going to hurt Kurt. You know... I trust you with him. I just want you to take care of him and listen to how he feels... and it seems like youre doing a pretty nice job."

Blaine swallowed thickly, but he decided not to say anything. Gently setting Kurt aside and cupping his cheek when he reached for him, he whispered, "Im going to get my bag then Ill look up some apartments in Westerville, baby."

Burt stopped him when he started heading for the door, "Wait... apartments in Westerville? What are you talking about, kid?"

Blaine glanced over his shoulder as he pushed the front door open, "I dont really have anywhere to stay right now. Ill find something, though."

After Blaine left, Kurt curled himself up into a tiny ball and cried into his hands. He didnt want to feel the pain of Blaine leaving him, or even being an hour away from him. He wanted Blaine so close to him. Feeling someones hand on his shoulder, Kurt looked up and blinked at his dad. "Hey, kid... calm down before you give yourself the hiccups." Burt sat down next to him and put his hand on his small back, "Doesnt Blaine have a family member or friend he could stay with?"

"No." Kurt shook his head, wiping his eyes with his fingers, "Oh, Dad... hes going to go to California. I just know he will. His brother has a house there-"

Burt said nothing about that, and Kurt kept crying. He noticed his dad glance outside, where a closing car door could be heard. He finally pushed his mouth to one side of his face and pressed his lips together, "Is that bruise on his cheek... from his dad?"

Kurt nodded, hiccupping again.

Burt lowered his eyes to his lap, and he rubbed the top of his head, "I cant just leave him out there. Kurt... if I do something for you, youll have to cut back on your shopping. Blaines a big guy... he probably eats a lot. Well need the money if hes going to-"

The door opened and his dad stopped talking, leaving Kurt to wonder what he was going to say. Blaine came back in with his bag under his arm, and Burt stood up and put his hands in his pockets. "Hey... Blaine."

Blaine looked up from his bag that he was going through, and Burt kicked the floor. "Blaine, Kurt and I were just talking." He paused for a moment and cleared his throat, his brows furrowing. "As a dad... Ive experienced a lot of heartache in these past eighteen years. Ive missed seeing Kurt on his birthdays and a lot of opportunities to hold him on my knee and hug him, but the worst pain Ive ever gone through was stepping onto that plane and leaving him in Paris with his aunt. I was proud of Kurt for wanting to take care of his family, but leaving him was... almost unbearable. Kurt, you know this and I know this but disowning you-even when I figured out that you werent straight-was never an option. Ive never raised a wrong finger against you for anything, even when you turned five and annoyed me because for a while we all thought you were hyperactive and never slept." Burt paused to smile at that, and even in the seriousness of the moment, Kurts eyes sparkled with humor and delight. "Blaine, to hear that your dad was able to hit you and disown you... its painful... for me, you know, as a dad. So, if you are willing to change your plans and stay here in Lima, you can stay here."

It took a few seconds for Blaine to realize what Burt was saying, and then his mouth fell open. "You mean... live here?"

Burt hesitantly nodded, "Yeah... you pretty much do already. I think Kurt will like having you here. He likes talking to people."

Blaine stayed where he was, still shocked by the offer, but then he was knocked backwards by a little body jumping onto his. He quickly caught Kurt, who had run up to him, and he held onto him as he decorated him in kisses. "Thank you! Thank you!" Kurt squealed to his dad, happily wiggling against Blaine. He popped off of Blaine and scurried over to his bag, picking it up after a moment of struggle. "Im going to take this downstairs."

Both Blaine and Burt watched Kurt stumble down the stairs, weighed down by the heavy bag. Burt snorted at his excitable son, "Well, I guess that decides it. If you want to stay somewhere else you might want to tell him now. Hell start putting your things all over the place."

"No." Blaine shook his head, staring at his new bedroom. "Im happy to be here." He looked at Burt, "Thank you."

Burt quirked a smile at Blaine, "Go check on your roommate, kid. Hes probably going through your bag."

Blaine didnt know what to do to show how grateful he was, so he just left. Walking down the stairs, he saw Kurt digging through his bag, most of it already in a pile on the bed. He was looking at a picture, one of the two of them kissing in Kurts bedroom.

Wrapping his arms around Kurt from behind, Blaine nibbled his neck, "Thank you." He took the picture from Kurt and threw it to the bed, spinning Kurt around and squeezing his round butt. Kurts cheeks were flushed and his eyes were glittery, his little dimples popped. "Are you happy that Im here?"

Kurt squealed again and hopped onto Blaine, looping his legs around his waist. He kissed Blaines mouth, just a sweet peck, but Blaine deepened it with a nudge and a slide of his tongue. "Very, very happy." Kurt whispered on Blaines lips, then he closed his eyes and went soft in his strong arms.