So far, the week for both Kurt and Blaine has gone awry. It wasn’t so much them, rather the people who were around them…

                For Blaine, it was his father. Sure, he loved his parents to death, but he wasn’t feeling incredibly comfortable around them at the moment.

There were a few malls to shop at, so while his parents were out for meeting he would go shopping (as much as he acts like he doesn’t care about fashion, he is gay). At night, he would also sneak in to clubs with his fake ID and get tipsy with people he didn’t know. The best part about being in a town you don’t live in is that you can be crazy and meet new people but never have to see them again. He, of course, didn’t tell Kurt this, considering he probably wouldn’t approve; it’s not safe or smart or something like that. He was glad that even though Kurt could be strict and care about Blaine’s safety, he could at least also sometimes want to have fun. Too bad Kurt wasn’t here with him.

And that was the problem with his father at the moment; there was a business man that Mr. Anderson had to deal with that had a boyfriend. His father doesn’t exactly approve of homosexuals, and his mother stands by him. He wondered what his father would think if he knew Blaine had a boyfriend waiting back home.

“I don’t understand how a man could actually like another man like that,” his father began as Blaine attempted to ignore him, shoving a chunk of lettuce into his mouth. “It’s disturbing to think about; men are supposed to love women, just like I love you, honey.” He said smiling briefly at his wife. Mrs. Anderson just gave him a wary smile.

Blaine knew he shouldn’t breach into this topic, but if he was going to tell his parents about his lifestyle then maybe he could find a way to soften the blow, other than his attempts at breaking the law to piss them off. “I don’t understand how it’s a problem.”

“It most certainly is,” his father defended, “especially for someone in the business industry; he shouldn’t be working there, he’s not a real man.”

“Dad, he’s a man,” Blaine retorted. His mother looked up for a second giving him a sad grin while his father looked at him through squinted eyes. “Just because he likes other guys doesn’t mean he’s girly.”

“Most of them are; I’ve seen one or two around Westerville, it’s annoying.”

“How would you feel if you were gay and someone said that about you?”

“Blaine, I’m not a fag. Anderson’s are not fags.”

“That’s incredibly offensive to say.”

“I know you think that because you go to an all-boys school so there are bound to be a few queers, but I live in the real world where gay people aren’t respected; they don’t deserve to be. When you grow up you’ll get out of that school and realize that being gay is wrong.”

Blaine’s grip was purple on his fork, and when he realized that he relaxed his hand, putting his fork down beside his plate. He didn’t think that the conversation really persuaded his dad to think differently. He wondered what his father was going to think of him; he didn’t even want to know right now. “Fine. There are a lot of close-minded, ignorant people out there.”

“There are a lot of normal people,” his dad corrected. Blaine just sighed and continued eating his food. His mother had not said one thing during this conversation; she just stared at the two of them, sipping on her wine the whole time. The rest of the dinner conversation was short and shallow, talking about other meetings and how school was going. Apparently, once they were done in this state, they were passing by Westerville again to go across the country to another state, so they would drop Blaine off along the way; they didn’t want him to miss too much school. It didn’t really matter to Blaine though; he skipped tones of classes so far and still had A’s. He ate his food quickly, wanting to leave and forget about the previous conversation at the dinner table. Once he was done, he quietly excused himself and went to call Wes; he knew about Blaine’s problems with his parents, and Blaine wanted to vent.

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                Kurt was having different issues at home. One of his regular tormentors, David Karofsky, was being extra snarky on Monday, calling him “homo” once too often and pushing him into the lockers more than usual. He tried to sneak around the school or avoid him, hiding behind the corner when David was spotted. He hoped that it was just his mood of the day.

                On a brighter note, he got the solo for the opening song at sectionals! He’ll be singing ‘Rose’s Turn’. Later on, they’d be doing “Valerie” and “Dogs Days are Over”, also great songs. The whole Karofsky situation was forgotten after that. Another exciting thing was that Blaine would be coming home on Friday. Thank god… he didn’t think he could last on lone times in the shower anymore.

                At lunch, Mercedes and Kurt were sitting with the others from New Directions, having their own private chat.

                “So Kurt,” Mercedes began, “do you want to go to the Lima Bean tonight so you can tell me what happened at that party?”

                Kurt spotted Karofsky then, and was afraid for his safety, keeping a close eye on him. When him and Azimio walked by, he gave Kurt nothing but a dirty look as he passed. Mercedes was still looking at him expectantly, so he responded to her request. “I can’t… I’m grounded.”

                Mercedes gasped playfully. “My sweet, innocent, Kurt getting grounded? For what exactly? Was it Blaine? I told you if that white boy messes with my baby –“

                “No, no ‘Cedes,” Kurt chuckled, interrupting her before she started on her whole protective speech, “well, kind of. I was really drunk, so Blaine drove me home and slept over. My dad saw him in my bed in the morning and freaked out, so now I’m grounded until next Sunday.”

                “Dang, boy, that sucks. I want details though! And now that you’re grounded you have to tell me them pronto! I knew Blaine was turning you into a partying rebel. So spill boy; did you guys actually just sleep?”

                Kurt was held silent, half taken aback by the vast amount of questions and half giddy because of what had happened. He blushed and looked down at his food. Mercedes understood his body language and squealed happily. “Spill, Kurt Hummel!”

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                Blaine was sitting in a hotel room, waiting for his parents to get back from their meeting so they could hit the road and head back to Lima. It was a long drive and they would get back at around 10 in the morning tomorrow. He was thinking that once they got home, he would go see Kurt and see if he wanted to skip; he probably hasn’t ever done that before, but he’s grounded until Sunday and that’s too long for Blaine not to see Kurt. At least, it is in his opinion.

                Speaking of Kurt, Blaine’s phone lit up with an unknown caller ID. He never got caller ID because he didn’t really need it; his parents taught him good phone manners so the greeting was the same for each person, and he’s pretty sure he didn’t have any stalkers. He clicked ‘answer’ and was glad he did;

                “Hello?” Blaine greeted.

                “Hey, it’s Kurt.”

                Blaine smiled. “Sorry, who?”

                “Fuck you!” Kurt said playfully.

                “Please.” Blaine could hear Kurt giggling on the other end.

                “So how was your trip?” Kurt asked.

                Blaine wasn’t too sure how to respond; in all honesty, it was painful and a little bit boring. No matter how many times he got drunk and went shopping, it was still a pain to sit down at whatever fancy restaurant his parents wanted to go to and hear his father criticize all of his other partners. Every time the gay one was brought up, he wanted to say he was gay just so his father would stop bashing him. It wasn’t exactly the best time to tell them though. He would tell them… eventually. He wanted to tell Kurt that he hasn’t come out to his parents yet, but of course, this wasn’t the best time.

                So instead he just said, “It’s been great! A little bit boring, especially without you. I’ll tell you more tomorrow; I’m leaving soon to head home.” He smiled to himself.

                “I should have just hid in your suitcase.”

                “That would have been perfect. Imagine a whole week alone in a hotel room with you.” Blaine knew that Kurt was blushing by now.

                “Yeah,” Kurt said timidly.

                “How’s Lima? Anything exciting going on there?”

                “It’s Lima… of course not.” This time it was Blaine’s turn to laugh.

                He could hear Kurt sighing on the other end and becoming quiet. “What’s going on?”

                “Nothing-“ lies “-it’s just that… well…”

                “Spill Kurt, you know you can tell me anything.”

                Kurt took a big breath in and began speaking. “There’s a boy here, named Karofsky –“

                “That’s an awful name.”

                Kurt laughed, “No no, his name is David. David Karofsky.”

                “Oh… I think I’ve heard of him,” Blaine added in. David’s gone to a few of Mark’s parties; somehow they knew each other. He wasn’t the nicest guy as Blaine could tell. He was very full of himself. “Sorry, continue.”

                “Well, he’s made it is sole goal to make my life a living hell. There have been other bullies in the past, and he was a part of that crowd, but lately and especially this week it’s gotten worse. He’s doubled the times that he pushes me into lockers, and I’ve never heard so many homophobic slurs come out of one man’s mouth.”

                The corners of Blaine’s mouth turned downwards, and he made a ‘hmm’ sound as he thought to himself. He knew that Kurt could take care of his own; as physically challenged that he would be against Karofsky, he could sure quip back a few comebacks. He is also a very reasonable and kind person.

                “I think you should confront him. You should show him that no matter how small and fragile you seem, you’re actually the toughest person in Lima. You’re an amazing person, Kurt. He just needs to give you a chance or back off.”  

                “Maybe,” Kurt mumbled. “And for the record, I am not fragile!”

                “Or small,” Blaine smirked, thinking of Kurt in just his boxers. He couldn’t keep thinking that, though; his parents would be home soon, and they probably wouldn’t appreciate a bulge in his jeans.

                “Oh, Blaine,” Kurt began, “Just wait until you actually see it.” He said teasingly.

                “You kill me Kurt,” Blaine moaned.

                “Well, it’s Friday tomorrow, so in about… two more days you can.”

                “And until then I’ll just have to keep dreaming about it. But just wait until I get a hold of you… literally.”

                “Blaine Anderson!” Kurt scoffed. “You dirty, dirty boy.”

                Just then, his parents walked into the hotel room. As much as he wanted to keep flirting with Kurt, his parents would probably get suspicious, so he had to say goodbye. “Well, I hope everything ends up alright with the Karofsky situation. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

                “Okay, bye Blaine.”

                “Bye Kurt,” he smiled before hanging up.

                “Who was that?” His mother asked, looking over at him and putting her purse down before grabbing the last few items she has hanging around the hotel room. His father gave him a brief nod before doing the same.

                “Kurt.”

                “Who’s Kurt?”

                Oh, just the most amazing guy I have ever met in my whole entire life. “A friend of mine.”

                “Does he go to Dalton?”

                “No he goes to McKinley.” He answered. He wondered if, like Wes, he could bring Kurt over to meet his parents, and say he was a friend. Of course, Wes was a real friend, while Kurt was a little bit more. His parents kept on packing up their belongings as he thought about Kurt some more; his amazing style, his perfect nose, and everything about him. He really hoped that Karofsky would stop bugging him.

                His father asked a few more questions, such as “is he on the football team?” and “does he know any pretty girls for you?” and Blaine gave him some short answers. Soon enough after that, they left for the trip back to Westerville.