"It's going to be fine, Blainers."

He nodded, but bit his lip. Behind him, Jesse sighed and rolled his eyes, earning himself a bitch glare from Kurt.

Layla slowly pushed open the front door to the Anderson house. She lead everyone through it, stopping beside a door and poking her head through.

"Mom? Dad?"

"Layla! What're you doing here?" A woman's voice sounded through the door. Layla then opened it fully, showing Blaine, Kurt and Jesse. "… Who are these?"

Kurt realized this was Blaine's mother, and she was staring at him more than Jesse. Her gaze seemed scrutinizing. He bit his lip, growing nervous and tried to hide behind Blaine a little.

"I came to Ohio with Jesse to see Blaine perform at his Regionals competition."

"That was today?"

Blaine rolled his eyes, knowing they wouldn't have come had they known or not. She probably didn't even know The Warblers had gotten to Regionals.

"Yeah… I had solos. Again. But... Kurt sang with me..."

Kurt shifted even more behind Blaine, looking at his feet.

There were a few more awkward seconds where they just stood silently, before Layla pulled them all through and sat them down. Kurt sat in between Blaine and Layla. Jesse was on one of the armchairs, Blaine's dad on the other, who had so far not said a word. Blaine's mom, who, now Kurt could see her properly, had a small bump, clearly pregnant.

Layla's eyes trained onto the bump, glaring slightly as she talked.

"So… how far along are you... exactly?"

Her mom beamed and dropped her hands to her stomach. "Five months."

"FIVE!" Layla said, shocked. Her mother just batted a hand, not really bothered.

"You need to get used to it. He or she is going to be out in four months." She smiled to herself. "Now, what're all doing here then? Surely Blaine and his friend should be heading back to Dalton?"

"His name is Kurt. You know it. You could at least address him by his name." Blaine said bitterly, clearly changing subject. He was terrified to tell them, but he knew he had too, but it didn't hurt to delay it.

His mother scowled for a second, her eyes scanning Kurt up and down. "…Is he the one you sneaked out to see during the Christmas holidays?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

She said nothing and just glared a little more at Kurt. Blaine's dad leaned forwards a little, intrigued by what was going on. Kurt could sense he was not a man of many words.

"And well… the reason why we came here instead of heading to Dalton was because… I-I wanted to tell you something… And that was… urm…" Blaine's hand was shaking, and Layla reached across Kurt to hold it, trying to comfort him, calm him. It was enough. Blaine looked at his lap, his eyes closed. Kurt frowned and leaned in to whisper into his ear.

"It'll be okay, Blaine. You're going to be fine. You don't have to tell them, you know?"

Blaine breathed in slowly, shaking his head before looking up.

"I… We came here because… I wanted to tell you that… That I'm gay."

The room was deadly silent. Blaine sat, watching his parents faces go into shock, his hands shaking more. Layla and Kurt both bit their lips, while Jesse simply watched the scene play out emotionlessly.

Then, after a few minutes, Blaine's mother finally spoke.

"This… this is all his fault." Her voice was barely a whisper, but it seemed to echo through the silent room.

"Wh-what? Who?" Blaine stuttered out, unsure whether this was good or bad.

"Him. He's converted you. He's made you into some fucking creature. It's sick."

Blaine's jaw fell open, still a little confused, but his mind worked out that his mom was calling him these names. Her own son. Just because he liked guys instead of girls. But Layla caught onto the other part.

She stood up angrily, letting go of Blaine's hand.

"Don't you dare!" She shrieked. "Don't you fucking dare blame him for this! I've known Blaine was gay since he was fourteen! Even when he didn't know himself! I swear to god if you blame this on him I will not hesitate to punch you!"

The look on her mother's face was incredulous. She moved away from the chair. "How dare you talk to me like that! Your own brother has just told us that he is a sick minded thing that's destined to burn in hell! It's clearly that boys fault! He's converted my baby into a monster!"

"Don't you fucking dare say another word against either of them!" Kurt shrunk back into the seat a little, feeling a little scared of Layla himself, and she was sticking up for him!

"I would like a word with you in private, Layla!" The woman stalks off to the kitchen, as Layla shot a comforting glance at the two on the couch before stomping off after her.

Blaine was shaking in his seat, tears pouring down his face, Kurt simply sitting shocked beside him. Neither had noticed that Blaine's dad was still in the room until he stood to walk over, and Jesse stood in front of them protectively.

"Don't you dare hurt them or I'll-"

"Whoa, urm, Jesse? Right? It's okay. I just want to talk to them." Jesse scowls a little but allows him to pass, standing far too close as a warning. The older man ignored him and knelt in front of Blaine.

"Blaine… I'm going to be brutally honest when I say this, okay? I may not be completely comfortable with the fact that my possibly only son is gay." Blaine looked into his lap again, more tears falling, but Kurt sensed a 'but' coming into it. "It seems sort of surreal. But I'm willing to try and look past that. You're still my son. And I should love you no matter who you are. No matter who you love. Your mother is… I'll talk to her. But I can't guarantee anything. But I'm still going to be here for you."

Blaine looked up into his dads eyes, completely shocked and overwhelmed. And then he was slipping off the couch and falling into his father's arms, sobbing silently into his shoulder.

Jesse relaxed and sat beside Kurt, patting his knee a little. It felt weird to Kurt, but it was nice to know that at least Jesse cared somewhat.

They stayed like this for a while in the silence, not hearing a word from the other room. Until Layla was storming back through looking furious. Her face softened a little when she saw Blaine and their dad.

"We're going. Jesse is it okay if we stay with your parents instead? And Blaine can you take us? Well… I can drive, drop you off, and bring your car back to Dalton in the morning."

Not much was said in reply to this. It's just what happened. Blaine's dad was sure to whisper a few words to him before sending him to the car.

He was asleep within a few minutes, snoring lightly on Kurt's shoulder, his hand gripping the other boys. They had both needed the comfort. Blaine for obvious reasons, Kurt because he'd been absolutely terrified throughout the whole ordeal.

Upon arriving at Dalton, Jesse carried Blaine up to their dorm, placing him Kurt's bed like Kurt had told him to. Layla kissed Kurt on the forehead before they left.

Kurt sighed and sat down on the bed beside Blaine, running a hand through his hair, breaking the perfect mould. He looked down at the boy beside him and wondered how their roles had swapped. How he suddenly felt liked the one who had to do the comforting.

He wasn't complaining though. It was nice to feel like he could actually do something worthwhile. But it was bittersweet. The circumstances were terrible. But it was his turn to cuddle Blaine through the night. His turn to be comforter instead of the comfortee.

And this was the moment he realized he would do anything for this boy. This boy who had help him. Saved him.

This was the moment he realized that he'd never loved Blaine more.