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David and Bryan were joyously dancing around the kitchen, making dinner, when they saw something that both confused them and broke their hearts. They saw their Blaine, being taken into the arms of the blue-eyed, perfectly styled caramel-colored haired Kurt Hummel, Blaine’s best friend since childhood. They’d met at daycare when Blaine was 1 ½ and Kurt was 2. They’d been inseparable ever since.

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Kurt wrapped his arms around his mess of a best friend, and whispered into his thick curls, “It’s ok. It’ll be okay, I promise. I did it, I’m here.” With this, Blaine completely melted into Kurt’s arms, and sobbed into his Marc Jacobs jacket. Kurt didn’t care. He needed to be there for Blaine, just like Blaine was for him, when Kurt was at his absolute worst, worn down from being thrown into dumpsters and being the target of many obscenities yelled down the halls of McKinley High. Now, Blaine was going through the same thing, and Kurt felt absolutely terrible, because there was absolutely nothing he could do about it, other than yell at Karofsky and his pals (which only led to more harassment), and be there for Blaine.

Blaine slid down the polished glass of his front door. “I’m sorry,” was all he said, all he could say. He’d never broken down like that in front of Kurt. He liked to appear the strong one, the tough guy, especially in front of Kurt, who he’d had a raging crush on since middle school.

“Blaine, you don’t have to apologize. I get it. It’s hard, really, really hard,” Kurt replied, trying to find a spot that wasn’t too dirty, so he wouldn’t ruin his matching Marc Jacobs pants, so he could sit next to Blaine.  He decided this wasn’t worth the fuss, so he just sat down, cross-legged, next to him, and Blaine rest his head in the crook of Kurt’s neck. They sat like this for a while, Blaine silently weeping, and after a while, Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaine’s waist, rubbing small circles into his side.

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Bryan and David were extremely bewildered. “We have to go see if he’s okay,” Bryan told David, very concerned.

“Hold on, he’ll come in and tell us when he’s ready. Besides, Kurt seems to be enjoying comforting him,” David replied, smiling. They’d known that Kurt had had a crush on Blaine for years; little did they know the feeling was mutual.

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Kurt’s phone buzzed, with a message from Burt asking where he was, so he told Blaine he had to go but he’d call him later. Blaine stood up hastily, and murmured a small, “thankyousomuchkurt,” smushing the words together, before throwing his arms around Kurt, for a final time.

“Hey, hey, come on, chin up, no more of that,” Kurt said, when a lone tear fell down Blaine’s cheek. He brushed it aside with the top of his index finger. Blaine managed a small smile, before turning the knob on the front door of his house, and a quick, “Bye, Kurt.”

~

Inside, Blaine couldn’t face his two dads. He bounded upstairs, tears still flowing down his already tear-stained cheeks. He made his way into his room, shutting the door behind him. He collapsed onto his bed, and whimpered into his sheets for about five minutes, until Bryan knocked at the door. “Blaine, bud, you ok?” You could hear the concern in his voice.

“Yah, Dad, I’m fine,” Blaine tried to force out as normally as he could, but his voice cracked on the “fine,” so it came out as a whisper.

Bryan slowly turned the knob on Blaine’s door, and ambled in. “Blaine, honey, what’s wrong?” Bryan sat at the end of Blaine’s bed, cross-legged, worry written all over his face.

Blaine sat up, and wiped the tears from his face. “Nothing, Dad, really, I’m fine,” trying to get Bryan to leave, so he wouldn’t see him crying.

“Blaine, I saw you and Kurt outside. If I know anything about my son, that is not fine. Now, tell me what’s wrong,” Bryan countered, moving the curls away from Blaine’s face that had fallen there when he had collapsed onto his bed. “You really did inherit David’s hair, didn’t you? What a shame.”

Blaine cracked a smile. “Dad, can I tell you something?” Blaine asked, nervously, to the point that he was shaking.

“I was kinda planning on that being how this was gonna go,” Bryan said, smiling.

“Dad” Blaine took a deep breath. ‘Last chance to back out,’ he thought. ‘No, you have to do this. Do it for Kurt.’ “Dad, I’m gay,” Blaine stated.

Bryan wrapped Blaine up in his arms. “I know, Blaine, I know. Shh.” Blaine didn’t realize it, but he was crying. Again.

“Why all the tears, Blaine?” David strolled into the room, puzzled when he found the two men hugging.

“Code purple,” Bryan whispered, still embracing Blaine. Blaine laughed, but Bryan’s thick sweater muffled it. David chuckled, and smiled foolishly. “Who else knows, Blaine?” he interrogated.

“Everyone. Except, you know, the family. I didn’t tell you guys because I thought, because Papa wanted a son so badly, that he meant he wanted a straight son,” Blaine said, nervously.

“Now, why on Earth would you think that?” Bryan said, smiling.

“Yah, honey, we love you no matter what,” David said, reassuringly.

“So, why are you crying? This can’t all be because of us, can it?” Bryan questioned.

“No, no, of course not. It’s just these kids at school giving me a rough time about it.”

Bryan nodded understandingly, “Oh yes, the dumpster days. They were all just jealous that I could out dress them all.”

They all laughed, and David said, “Kurt seemed to be enjoying comforting you out there.” Blaine blushed profusely.

“Aw, our little boy has a crush,” Bryan teased.

Blaine laid down and put his pillow over his head. He moaned into the pillow, and Bryan said, “If Kurt could hear that…”

“Bryyyy,” David warned, still smiling, after hearing a muffled, “oh my God, Dad,” from Blaine.

The smoke alarm sounded throughout the house. “Shit, we left the dinner on the stovetop,” Bryan yelled above the screeching alarm. David rushed downstairs, to find the meat they were cooking completely charred and smoking immensely. He turned the sink on and left the pan there to cool it down, and left to turn off the alarm. He successfully turned it off, emptied the pan into the trashcan, and yelled upstairs, “DISASTER AVERTED.”

Bryan turned to Blaine. “Pizza?” He ran the idea by his son. Blaine nodded, wiping the tears from his face. ‘See, that wasn’t that bad,’ Blaine thought, ‘They don’t care…Everything’s normal again.’

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