"Dad. I am gay." Blaine and I came out to our fathers with the same words and about the same circumstances.

Blaine and I were friends who felt attracted to one another and slow, just really slowly we opened up to our feelings and confessed them. We are gay.

From that time on, Blaine would take in moments when we were alone my hand and squeeze it and I would feel the butterflies go crazy in my stomach. At one point, my heart raced like crazy and I couldn't help myself and kiss him on the cheek but then our eyes would meet and the butterflies inside me began to burn down to anywhere and when we closed our eyes, slowly, I felt his lips on mine in a chaste kiss.

We never did anything more than holding hands, little smooches on the face and then burning carresses from lip to lip.

One day, my father came in. Blaine was about to head home for dinner and he said his last goodbye with glittering hazel eyes and a long kiss that made even my hair-ends shiver and smile stupidly, when my dad came in to tell me something important and froze on his spot.

All our hearts stood still, Blaine broke away from me, losing every bit of contact. My father just stared deeply in thought at us. His mouth was open in a weird angle and his underjaw began to move from right to left, from left to right and back, trying to form his next words.

Before he even could say his first phrase, I began to stutter. "D-D-D-DAD!" I screamed. Oh gosh, why am I screaming, I asked myself in a panic. Then I felt it. Blaine grabbed my hand. Hard. It felt like he would never let me go again. "Dad. I am gay." I outed myself calmer than I ever thought I could. I was over aware of my own breathing, that hurted so bad, that I silently longed for an inhalator.

My dad closed his mouth and stared with an intensity that no other man would ever upbring. We waited, my body began to tremble and wild thoughts made itself place in my mind. He loves me, right? I won't lose him. Oh no, please no, I need my dad.

"I am not sick," I added in a small voice because the thought crossed me, what if dad thinks, I am sick like the doctors and journalists say about gays, that there is a cure for homosexuality and I have to go to a hospital.

That hit a nerve in my father. His eyes became sad, really sad and for a moment I wondered what I did to cause that. He crossed the room, Blaine's grib on my hand was even tighter now and then Burt stopped in front of us. Instead to look at both of us, his eyes stayed at me only now.

"I know," he confirmed in the same small voice I had a moment ago just even thicker. "I know you are not sick. You know, your mom was it and you are not in any way the same as her when she was." I gulped down whatever it was in my throat.

"Dad-" I began, my whole body full of emotion that I needed to suppress.

"No. It's okay. I-I understand you are not sick and I am thankful for that but," he exhaled loudly, "you do understand the meaning of being gay? You live in Ohio, Kurt. If other people find out... I don't know what will happen to you, what will happen to both of you." He glanced then at Blaine, too. "I will always be there for you because I love but I am afraid,Kurt. I can't always protect you. I am really afraid that someone will hurt you or take you away from me. So please."

My dad took me in his arms and squeezed as tight as he could all while Blaine still hold my hand. "Please, don't come out to anyone else. I promise you, I love you and you will always have a place here. I won't abandon you but think of your own security. Not mine but yours."

My father talked on and on this evening about all his feelings and thoughts and he never told me this much before on one day, that he loves me, as at that time. Blaine stayed a bit longer but when my father and I got tired, he said his good night and went home. Still, after Blaine was gone, stayed Dad and I on the couch in the living room and chatted. My dad took hold of the hand that Blaine had to let go at one point. He continued talking about anything and everything. He told me, he knew or guessed, I was gay because I never showed any intereset in girls if not platonic but as long as I didn't find a lover, he thought, I would be safe and never brought the topic up. Then we talked more about mom and when she became sick, what she and we had to suffer through until she was gone and what we had to suffer after. More than once came one of us the tears.

But before going to bed one little surprise he told me, made me really happy for him.

Like I said at the beginning, the same happened to Blaine. I was at his and his parent's place. We were in his room and stayed in the middle of the room just holding each other in an affectionate hug. I kissed his forehead and he smiled at me his mouth moving close to mine. Then the bedroom door opened and Mr. Anderson senior stand with one step in the room.

He looked at us, his face a mix between green and yellowish grey, then the puke like colour vanished from his face and a pink to carmine red colour climbed his face beginning at his neck.

When his face was fully red, Blaine and my hand clasped together, Blaine braced himself for his next words with slowly forming the words, "Dad. I am gay."

Like when it happened with my father eveyrthing went silent. Just the stares alone between father and son could have burned the house down.

Then, "I want him to go. Now." Said Blaine's father.

"No," we answered in unison.

"If he won't go, I'll call the police." He said in a weird, calm voice.

Blaine shook his head and like at my house he tightened his grib around my hand.

"You are not gay," it seemed like his father decided to ignore my presence for further discussion.

"I am gay, dad. I-"

"NO!" His father shouted. "YOU ARE NOT!" He punched the door in his short rage. "FAGS ARE NOT ALLOWED IN MY HOUSE!"

We didn't say anything, just breathing heavily was enough for the time being.

Then he calmed down again. At that point, I noticed, I never called Mr. Anderson something else as him, Blaine's father or Mr. Anderson. I don't know why but I tried to remember his given name but I felt so blank and afraid at that moment, that I was lucky to remember my own name.

"I will send you away. Someone will cure you. I promise." He sounded like my dad when he promised me that he will love me no matter what but the promise Blaine's father gave him was a cruel one. His father just told him he won't accept his son like he is. He promised him to change what he is. "We will move, you want see that boy again-" he began to count his actions with his fingers.

"-DAD!-"

"When you are cured, you will be immediately married to one of the daughters of my business partners and-"

"STOP!" I screamed so loud that my throat hurt. Both Andersons stared at me like they forgot in the moment before, that I was there, too.

"You don't love your son." I concluded finally and now it was my turn to stare at the old Anderson in disgust. "My father told me he loves me no matter what-"

"You father knows-" interrupted Blaine's father, shocked.

"My father knows and loves me and accepts me!" I let go of Blaine's hand and took hold of his hip instead to press him against my side. "Blaine won't go anywhere." I told Mr. Anderson clearly.

"He will or he won't be a part of this family anymore. It was weird everything was weird. When Blaine's father ignored me before, he ignored Blaine after he began to recognize me again. Every word he said, was about Blaine and his future but his eyes remained on me like he wanted to provoke me to break up with his son, at this moment to secure Blaine's family bond, and his wide open future as an Anderson.

I already made my decision when I turned on deaf ears. Even if Blaine's and my relationship was still new and everything was new to us. I already made my decison, I repeated to myself. In the silence that set between the three of us, I let my hand wander to Blaine's shoulder and then turned his pain crossed face to me. Just looking at him so vulnerable made my heart ache.

"I love you," I told him for the first time and kissed his cheek with a spark of hope. I wanted to be Blaine's new family, I wanted to be Blaine's lover and I wanted to be Blaine's everything from that moment on and never ever left me that feeling.

I watched Blaine's sad smile appear and a single tear slipping down his cheek and then I watched his father's face getting green again thanks to me openly affectionate at his only son.

Blaine's face turned back to his father. "Father." Not dad anymore, you must notice. "I won't leave Kurt or go to some doctors and their stupid therapy, that I don't need. I am not sick."

"Is that your last word?" His father asked oddly calm again.

"Yes." Blane's reply was hushed and trembling but he meant it.

"Then pack your things. You've got thirty minutes before I call the police to escort you out of my house. You are a stranger for this family from now on. Not my son but a disgusting fag. Are we clear?"

Blaine exhaled loudly. "Yes, Mr. Anderson, I am a disgusting fag and I will leave your house as soon as I can." Then I saw something like a spark of a fighting spirit in his eyes. "But, so you know, I am also proud of myself to love this wonderful boy." He took a deep breath, "Goodbye." At that moment I was the proudest in the room when Blaine told off his father. The shorter boy was slagged against me. He couldn't even stand alone anymore without my support and man was he heavy but he made the right decision. I swore to myself never to love anyone as much as I love him for the rest of my life. Only him.

His father's eyes burnt through us, his expression unreadable, I couldn't decipher hurt or rage or sadness, nothing. It wasn't like his face was blank or emotionless, it was just, I didn't know what he felt. Maybe I will never know, maybe I have to be a father first for 18 years to know, to understand the meaning of Mr. Anderson's expression.

Mr. Anderson nodded and then left the room. Blaine fell down on the carpet, his fingers crawling through the fabric in his desperation. I let go of him to look for his suitcases and began to pack his things. When I finished with his clothes, I began to look for personal things to take with us for him. I was about to pack in a framed picture of Blaine and his family when Blaine silently approached me from behind and extracted the object from my hands and placed it back. A quiet, "I don't need it," left his mouth. We found some other things to take with us instead and closed the last bag.

We divided the baggage between us and left the house in silence without looking back. Blaine took his car and I took mine. He drove in front of me and I had the perfect sight on his back head for the drive. There was almost no movement for the whole drive, I observed.

When parked in front of my dad's house,we left his bags in the car and made our way in. Dad was already home from the garage and sat in the kitchen peeling off the skin of the potatoes for tonights dinner.

"Dad?" I spoke with a smalltoned quiver. Dad looked up, looking warily aware of my and Blaine's tight clasped hands. He grunted in answer and looked back down at his work. "Can Blaine live here?" That made Burt look up again.

The weeks after flow away so fast. The whole town knew in one day that we were gay and in a relationship to add. It first began with gossip, people stopped talking and when we looked away, hushed words were exchanged. Three weeks after Blaine moved in with us, we saw his mother while we were out groceries shopping. She saw us and froze, we didn't go to greet her and tried to continue what we were doing instead. I felt her watching us every movement until we finally went to the cash point. The worst twenty minutes in my life since Blaine's coming out.

That year should be really big with events and at the same time really exhausting for us. It was firstly our senior year in highschool, then surviving the bullying that increased especially for me, the lost of Blaine's family and many of our friends, too. Quinn and Brittany wouldn't talk to me anymore but what happened with Mercedes hurt me the most. Her father came to school and told me, I was a sinner and Blaine too and I am not welcome in his house anymore and the other girls will tell him if I try to be near his daughter again. Blaine lost his family but Mercedes was part of my family. It felt almost like losing my mother again. I cried for a whole week and collapsed one day because I refused to eat anything for days.

Not everything was bad. First of, Blaine and I were always together and became more of a family from day to day we shared, more as we could have ever dreamed of. And to add the kisses were fabulous. I could hold his hand at home and we could talk, sometimes we hugged each other so tight that I couldn't breathe but to be honest Blaine took my breath away more than just once in a while. Just looking at him was more than enough sometimes.

Remember when I told you that my father was about to tell me something important before he ran in on Blaine and I kissing? Well, our family will grow a bit more than just with Blaine. Apparently, my father's dating a nurse for some while and they decided to betroth. When I first met his fiance, Carole, a really sweet nurse with a son in mine and Blaine's age, I sat down with her and told her about my sexuality. She was surprised and curious because she never met a gay man before, even if she's working in a hospital and meets new people and patients everyday, well we were still in Lima.

The thing is, she accepted me and she accepted my boyfriend. She didn't judge us, the daily life in a hospital teached her that there are worse things than being in love with someone that has the same gender.

She was a good person and a good influence on my father, like he finally began to wash his hands before dinner, so I gave them my blessings. I am one of the last people that would forbid love.

Another thing was when we had our first family dinner as the Anderson-Hudson-Hummels. I met Finn for the first time outside a classroom or let's say not close to the dumpster. My new soon to be brother was the quarterback in our school and the guy who would take my messenger bag and jacket when his friends threw me in the garbage.

We ate in silence, my face paler then normal, Blaine gave Burt, me and Finn looks because he knew who Finn was.

I almost didn't eat anything, Finn for that matter ate the most even if he looked just as uncomfortbale as the rest of us. And Blaine just looked like he wanted to say something but didn't want to break the silence between the noises of forks and knifes on plates, tooken bites and little sips of water.

When everyone finished, my father rested his hands on the table, eyed everyone seperately and then asked his question that burned on his tongue since the Hudsons entered his house. "Okay, what am I missing here?" He scratched his shiny head that almost no hair remained.

His sight fell on me first - No answer.

Then Finn - no answer but I never saw the giant so small before.

Then Blaine - Blaine was thinking hard. Should he tell Burt? He wanted to blurted out what he thought of Finn for the whole early evening but could he do so? He loved me and is afraid of losing his place in this family. But he had to tell the truth, it would help me and that was more important than anything else for him.

"Finn is one of Kurt's bullies." He replied weary.

Carole now in rage, shouted, "FINN!"

I growled angrily, "Blaine."

Blaine's face didn't know how to react, so some parts began to flush red and others began to pale to a yellowish grey.

Dad stayed silent, the only moves he made were from his eyes when he stared at everyone seperately again. Then he locked eyes with Carole. I always wished I could do that too. When I was still a little child and did something bad, my parents would exchange looks that had thousends of words and long dialogues in it and communicate within seconds and not letting me know about what. Even at that day, I noticed that I wanted to be able to read my father and Carole but couldn't do it. Again, I had to experience that you can't know and do some things as long you aren't a father yourself.

Carole collected the dirty dishes and made her way over to the kitchen sink.

My father turned to Blaine, "You are free to go to your room now and do your homework." Blaine didn't leave his chair and just coughed.

"Sir, I would like to stay." He said under his breath.

Burt didn't say anything and just turned to the next person. - I, Kurt.

"Son, why had Blaine to tell me something so important like that your soon to be stepbrother is one of your bullies in school?" He clenched his fists and the small giant to my right let out a choked noise.

I didn't had an answer. I was used to being bullied even if it got worse the last weeks and I got sick because I missed my Mercedes so much. I blanked out. Mercedes. Yesterday in the hallway Merdes walked besides Quinn, when I looked up for a moment I found her sad eyes secretly glancing at me. She was suffering as much in losing me like I was suffering in losing her.

"I am talking to you, boy." Dad clapped his hands in front of my face and shook me out of my daze.

"Sorry," I mumbled, finidng interest in the table cloth.

"It's okay." My father sighed.

I found Blaine's hand on mine and his lips on my cheek, brushing its way to my ear. "Everything is okay," he whispered in my ear and nuzzled his nose in my hair. I felt immediately calmer.

"And you." Now dad went after Finn. "What is your excuse to bully my son?" Blaine and me waited for Finn's reasons. I waited for the explanations, that I am weak, and gay, and that this is highschool and some people are the victims and are some not.

But it never came. Instead he said, "Everyone is doing it." My head turned abruptly up to look at Finn. And then everyone just stared, even Carole who looked at her son in disbelief.

"Do you understand what you just said?" Burt asked weirdly calm just like Blaine's father did.

"I-I-I think so." Finn stuttered. I knew, he didn't.

"This isn't an excuse." Dad said while flexing his hands. Finn glanced down at the thick, from the all his life long hard work fingers when he noticed the movemnet. "There is no excuse to bully someone. You understand, kid?"

Finn's pale head gave a small nod.

"But do you understand why your answer is even worse than giving me a real reason for it?"

Finn shook his head.

"Imagine, all your friends say they will jump off a cliff. Will you follow them just because they do it, too?"

"My friends wouldn't jump from-"

"imagine," continued my dad. "All your friends begin to do drugs-"

"I don't do any drugs! I swear! I will pee in a cup!"

"This isn't the point, Finn!" I snapped.

"Look dude, I am sorry if I hurt you but I won't jump off a cliff or do drugs-"

"Oh Finn, shut up." Carole said from the kitchen sink.

"Finn," Now even Blaine intruded the discussion. "What Burt meant is that what you are doing is wrong. You bully Kurt because your friends do it too. Not because you hate Kurt but because everyone else is doing it. First of, Kurt is a human just like you. If people are mean to you or hurt you, you will be in pain. That is what you are doing to Kurt, you hurt him badly on a daily basis just because. But then you say and this is really interesting , that you wouldn't do drugs or would jump off a cliff because you know that's wrong. Why are these things wrong but hurting Kurt not? Like I explained to you, Kurt is hurt by you. We learn since kindegarten or even before, that hurting people is wrong. Tell me why Kurt is exception from not doing drugs, not jumping off cliffs and not hurting other people."

Finn breathed deeply, closed his eyes and answered honestly after he finaly understood it. "Because Kurt is gay."

Carole finished clearing the plates and sat back down. "So, you think that being gay is wrong?" She asked.

"Yes. No. I don't know. I am not so clever, I can't tell you why it's wrong but people say it is, so it must be." Finn looked so lost in this battle. "Just some minutes ago, I saw Anderson kissing Kurt and I was so disgusted and I felt like to tell him to stop. You can't kiss boys! That's gross!"

"Why is it gross?" Blaine battled him.

"Because boys are suppossed to kiss girls and love them and take care of them!"

Blaine just stood up and left the room. I could feel his rage. No word, no argument would bring Finn at this point to accept us the way we are. Even if he would open up, it would be a long fight.

"Dad," I said in a small voice.

"You can go." My father told me.

I found Blaine in the living room, layed out on the couch with closed eyes. When I closed the distance between us, I saw the tearstreakes on his face and his heavy breath stuttering out of his mouth. Slowly, I sat down on the couch and tried to lay by his side. It was the first time we were lying together. It was such an intimate act we didn't want to cross before. But as soon I was lying next to him, his arms found my body, just holding me while he continued to cry. Finn bullying me wasn't only about Finn and I but about Blaine, too. Blaine was a victim, too, even if he didn't crosses ways with Finn at school and he, we will ever be victims because people think we are wrong, our love is against the nature and God's word. We are sick, like they tell us in school, on our way home, when we take a walk or are shopping for groceries.

Even when I was in the livingroom with Blaine's cryng noises and sobs sounding loud in my neck, I could listen to the heating discussion in the kitchen. Apparently, Carole was louder and angrier than dad it seemed. She even called her own son names like, "YOU GIANT TROLL!" Where I couldn't suppress a little giggle. The sobs in my neck stopped after I could control myself again.

"Kurt?" I heard Blaine's muffled voice saying while his hot breath ghosted over my drying skin.

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too." I told him, our embrace tightend.

"Forever." He promised me. His fingers stroked stoftly over my cheekbone.

"I-"

"I WILL MARRY BURT, NO MATTER WHAT! SO IF I EVER HEAR THAT YOU BULLY YOUR STEPBROTHER OR BROTHER IN LAW AGAIN, I SWEAR TO ASDFGHJKHGFDSDFGHJHGFDS!" I think no one understand really what she said after.

Blaine stopped his carress and turned more to me. "Did she jus called me-"

"Yes, she did."

"Oh," he said. We both blushed and had small smirks playing around our faces.

"Oh." I confirmed.