Road To Love: Chapter 6

Blaine stayed in Kurt's room for over an hour, although it felt like no more than ten minutes.

They spent the time completely wrapped up in each other, kissing and cuddling and whispering sweet, simple words into each other's ears.

It was heaven.

Blaine was shocked when he looked up at Kurt's bedside clock and saw how much time had passed. He was going to be late for dinner.

He said a hurried goodbye to Kurt, kissing him once more and allowing his lips to linger, before reluctantly pulling away and clambering out of the window, sprinting down the street to his car.

He wasn't running because he was late, but because he felt like he had so much energy. Being with Kurt, kissing him, hearing all those beautiful words and sounds come out of his mouth, gave Blaine a sort of adrenaline rush. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. His body was buzzing with energy and excitement and he just wanted to run and dance and skip and jump all night long, preferably with Kurt by his side.

Once in the car, he drove on autopilot, his thoughts back in Kurt's bedroom. He had a giddy smile on his face the entire drive.

Upon arriving at his house, he was surprised to see his dad's car parked in the driveway, as his dad usually didn't get home for another half an hour.

As soon as he entered the house and closed the door behind him, his dad came charging down the hallway at him, face livid.

"Where the HELL have you been, boy? Your shift finishes at 4:30, it is now after 7! I called you 3 times and you didn't answer your phone!"

Blaine backed into the shadows of the doorway, eyes wide and fearful. He hadn't seen his dad this angry since the day he'd come out.

"I was driving, dad…it was a busy day, Burt asked me to work overtime…" he hoped his dad wouldn't be able to tell that he was lying.

"And you didn't think to CALL? I was…what the hell happened to your face?"

Blaine had forgotten about his black eye, and his dad was now close enough to see it. Before he could respond, his dad stepped forward and grabbed his face roughly, turning it to the side to inspect the damage.

"Did somebody mess with you? Did somebody hurt you, Blaine?" His father's voice was soft now, but dangerously so. Blaine had preferred it when he had been yelling.

"N-no…"

"Blaine Anderson, if somebody hurt you, you had better FUCKING tell me -"

"EDWARD! Language!" Blaine's mom entered the room. Blaine breathed a sigh of relief at her presence.

"Amy, please, LOOK at his face!"

"Maybe if you let him get a word in edgeways, he would be able to tell us what happened!"

Both parents turned to him, his mother's eyes wide and expectant, his father's narrow and glaring. "Well?" He growled.

"I fell!" Blaine explained quickly. "I slipped on a rag, and I hit my face on a rear-view mirror of one of the cars. Really, dad, nobody hurt me. I swear."

Blaine's legs were trembling, and his voice sounded weak. His father didn't get angry very often, but on the few occasions that he had, Blaine had been terrified. It wasn't that he was afraid of being physically harmed, it was just the fact that when his dad got angry, he got very angry. The level of raw emotion that he exuded during his outbursts was very different to his usual stony expression which tended to stay in place regardless of the situation. Blaine's mother was the only one who seemed able to calm his father down when it got to this point.

"Blaine, honey, I think you should go to your room," his mom said, and Blaine willingly took off up the stairs, his heart still racing from the unexpected confrontation. He could hear his mom speaking quietly and soothingly to his dad, and as easy as it would be to eavesdrop, he decided to give them some privacy. He headed to his room and shut the door behind him.

After lying on his bed for about 10 minutes and listening to Katy Perry on his iPod, Blaine was feeling significantly calmer, but increasingly confused. He wasn't sure why his dad had been so upset. He had never really been over-protective of Blaine before. Blaine had never had to fight to get his permission to stay out late with any of his Dalton friends, so why the sudden concern?

He sighed in resignation. He would just have to accept the fact that he would never understand how his father's mind worked.

He jumped slightly when his cellphone vibrated in his pocket. The text was from an unknown number.

I miss you.

Blaine's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly text back.

Kurt? Is that you?

No, it's your other boyfriend ;)

His face split into a wide grin as he saved the contact into his phone.

xD How did you get my number? :):):)

I may or may not have looked through your CV in my dad's desk. Dalton Academy, hmm? Fancy ;)

Stalker ;) lol 'fancy' says the guy who only wears designer clothes. By the way, I miss you too :)

His mom's voice drifted up the stairs, calling him to eat his dinner before it got cold.

Have to go to get dinner. Can't wait to see you again tomorrow. Goodnight beautiful, sweet dreams xox

Blaine blushed as he sent the text, wondering if the 'beautiful' was a bit too much. Was he allowed to say things like that now that they were officially boyfriends? Was it too soon? But then he received a short and simple response that warmed his heart and he decided that, yes, it was definitely alright for him to say that.

Goodnight Blaine. I'll be dreaming of you. xoxox

The next morning, Blaine woke up without the help of his alarm clock. Blinking sleepily, he jolted awake when he realised how light his room was, and glancing at his bedside clock he saw that it read 9:30am.

"SHIT!" He yelled, bolting out of bed and running down the stairs two at a time. His mom was in the living room watching TV and eating a bowl of cereal.

"MOM! It's 9:30! Why didn't you wake me? I was supposed to be at work two hours ago!"

His mom looked up and smiled at him. "It's okay Blaine, I called Burt last night and he said you could have the day off today since you've been so helpful recently."

Blaine glared, frustrated beyond belief. He had been looking forward to seeing Kurt again. He hadn't been able to get to sleep until 3am because of the anticipation.

"Mom, why would you call him? I wanted to go to work. I like it. And I need the money!"

Her face fell at his angry tone. "But Blaine, I thought you'd appreciate a nice sleep in after yesterday…I could hear you tossing and turning in your room really late last night. I know you were upset by what your father said. I wanted a chance to talk to you about that. And, also…I miss you, Blainers. You board at Dalton during the week. You work Saturdays and Sundays. I only ever get to see you in the evenings on the weekend, and during the holidays. I thought we could spend the day together, maybe go down to that lake I always used to take you to when you were little, and we could have a picnic and feed the ducks and just hang out. I'm sorry I didn't ask you first but I just…really miss you."

Blaine felt instantly guilty. He could tell his mom was trying to hold back tears. He missed her too, of course he did. She was one of his best friends. He was being selfish – Kurt wasn't going anywhere.

"I miss you too, mom," he said, smiling. "And I'd love to go to the lake."

Her face lit up, and he walked over to her, leaning down to pull her into a quick hug before heading to the kitchen to put together a picnic basket.

2 hours later and Blaine and his mom were at the beautiful, quiet lake that Blaine had always loved. It was so tranquil and lovely, and because it was a 20 minute walk from the road to get to it, many people didn't know of its location so it was almost always isolated. In summer, Blaine would swim in the clear, fresh water, but it was a little too chilly for that at the moment.

Blaine had checked his phone in the car to tell Kurt that he wouldn't be at work, but apparently Burt had already informed Kurt of this and called upon him to fill in. Kurt was disappointed that he wouldn't get to see him, but understood, and wished him a lovely day, making him promise to call him in the evening. Blaine became even more convinced that his boyfriend was flawless, and then proceeded to grin like an idiot at the memory of, oh yeah, Kurt is my boyfriend. That actually happened.

"So, Blaine," his mom said, as they sat down on the picnic mat and dug into their sandwiches, "How's life treating you at Dalton?"

"Good," he replied. "Classes are challenging but not impossible. My friends are awesome. The Warblers are as ready for sectionals as they'll ever be. The only downside is being so far away from home and hardly ever getting to see you."

She nodded solemnly in agreement. "Yeah, that part sucks. I wish we could find somewhere for you to go to school that's closer to Lima, so you wouldn't have to board. But Dalton is the best, for…you know…the bullying."

He nodded stiffly. His mom, sensing his discomfort, quickly changed the subject.

"So…any boys you got your eye on?"

He choked on his sandwich and blushed furiously.

She smirked at him. "I'll take that as a yes, then."

"Umm…yeah, there might be…someone."

"Well, come on, spill! You can tell me these things, Blaine. I promise I won't tell your father, unless the boy is a gang member or something."

He smiled at her. To be perfectly honest, he had been dying to tell her about Kurt from the moment he laid eyes on him, but he just hadn't really found the right moment to bring it up.

"No, mom, he's definitely not a gang member. But...okay, the reason I was kind of upset today when you told me that you arranged for me to have a day off…it wasn't because I didn't want to spend time with you. It's that I was actually going to see him today."

Her face broke into a huge grin. "Oh my god, that's why you were late home yesterday, isn't it? You were with this boy! Are you two actually dating? What's his name? Does he go to Dalton, too? Does he live near the garage?"

He laughed at his mom's excitement. "Yes, that's why I was late last night. Yes, we are actually dating. His name is Kurt. He doesn't go to Dalton, unfortunately. And he lives right next to the garage – he's actually Burt Hummel's son."

"Burt Hummel…as in YOUR BOSS Burt Hummel?"

"That's the one."

"Oh my god, Blaine!" His mom was staring at him with an incredulous expression on her face. "Does Burt know that you two are an item?"

"No, and I plan on keeping it that way. I don't want to risk getting fired and not having the chance to see Kurt anymore."

"Doesn't he know that Kurt's gay?"

"I'm pretty sure he knows, and he seems fine with it, but it's a different matter when your employee stars dating your son, y'know? I can't be sure that he'll be okay with it."

"Are you sure about this? I'm really happy for you Blaine, but I'd rather you weren't sneaking around behind your boss's back. There's way less chance of you getting fired if you just tell him straight up, rather than him finding out that you lied to him."

"It's not just that, mom…I'm also worried that if Burt finds out it might get back to dad somehow. Dad can't know about Kurt and I. You know he'd make me quit and he'd try to keep us apart and I just really don't want to have to fight him on this right now. I'm really happy, mom. I just want to enjoy it without having to worry about him ruining everything."

She let out a long, sad sigh, before slinging her arm around him and resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry about this, Blainers," she whispered. "You shouldn't have to fight him."

"I don't get it, mom!" He cried, suddenly frustrated. "Why do you always act like you're on my side, but then when I get angry at dad, you defend him?"

"I'm not on anyone's side, Blaine," she said, her voice sounding torn and broken. "I love you both. I've been with your father since I was seventeen years old. We've been through everything together and I know him better than anyone else. He's not a bad person, Blaine. He loves you so much, more than I think you realise. Just give him time to wrap his head around this. He'll come around, I know he will."

"It's been three years since I came out, mom. Three years of having to deal with him distancing himself from me and trying to change me. How much longer could he possibly need?"

"I don't know, Blaine. Just show him that you'll be okay. That's all you can do for now."

Blaine wasn't really sure how he was meant to do that.

His mom squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "Anyway, enough of your father for now," she said, her tone perking up. "Tell me more about this Kurt. Is he a tough mechanic-type that likes classic rock and beer?"

Blaine laughed loudly. "Not exactly," he chuckled, and proceeded to tell his mom all about the magnificent boy that was Kurt Hummel, sparing absolutely no details. Except perhaps the way Kurt's ass looked in his skinny jeans.

Kurt strolled out of French class on Wednesday afternoon in a Blaine-induced daze. Ever since Saturday night, he had been unable to stop thinking about Blaine. Actually, he had been having this problem way before Saturday night, but it had gotten far worse ever since he had actually experienced what it was like to kiss Blaine, to have Blaine's body pressed up against his, to know that Blaine returned his feelings.

When Blaine had told Kurt how much he liked him, he had felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. And then Blaine had said such wonderful things – that he thought Kurt was beautiful, and interesting, and special, and he wanted to be his boyfriend. Kurt had needed to pinch his arm to ensure himself that he wasn't dreaming, because it seemed way too good to be true.

On Sunday night, Blaine had called him and apologised profusely for not being able to come in to work and see him. Kurt had reassured him that it was fine, and asked him how his day with his mom had been. Surprisingly, Blaine had brought up Kurt's dad, inquiring as to how Kurt felt about keeping their relationship a secret for the time being.

He had ensured Blaine that Burt would be okay with their relationship, if they decided to tell him. But Blaine had seemed very keen to keep things under wraps. When Kurt pressed as to why, Blaine had brushed it off, just saying that he "didn't want Burt to know just yet, that's all".

The whole conversation had sparked a little worry for Kurt. He wondered if maybe Blaine was yet to come out to his family and friends. He didn't very much like the idea of being someone's dirty little secret.

He brushed the unpleasant thought off for the meantime, preferring to focus on the positives until he got a chance to talk to Blaine again. He smiled when he thought about the texts they had been exchanging at every given opportunity. They were all cute, light-hearted and flirtatious, and Kurt's face lit up every time he received one, prompting the Glee girls to grin at him knowingly. The unobservant males of the group were still totally oblivious.

As he rounded the corner, heading in the direction of the Choir room for Glee practice, a strong force suddenly slammed into his side, sending him crashing into a row of lockers before falling to the hard floor. He looked up in shock to see Karofsky leering down at him, and before walking off he let out a threatening sound that could be only be described as a snarl. Kurt shuddered, his shoulders throbbing where they had collided with the lockers as he clambered to his feet. That attack had been significantly more forceful than what he was used to. He figured that Karofsky must just be in a particularly bad mood.

Ten minutes later and Kurt was in the choir room with the rest of New Directions. Mr Schuester had just announced the Glee club's competition for sectionals. They were up against two other clubs. One was called The Hipsters, a group composed entirely of senior citizens. They didn't sound at all threatening. The other club was the Dalton Academy Warblers. Kurt had grinned, recognising the name of Blaine's school. Mr Schuester then gave out the assignment for the week, which included splitting the students up into boys and girls teams and having them perform a song usually sung by the opposite sex. Kurt had been excited at first, as singing girl's songs was what he did best. However, he found that the rest of the boys weren't quite so keen to follow his suggestions of singing a Diana Ross song while wearing feather boas. It would have been fabulous, but the boys were far too set in their ways to try something completely new and outrageous. Plus, Artie seemed to think that since the assignment was about doing the opposite of what was expected, Kurt singing Diana Ross in a feather boa wouldn't really fulfil that requirement.

Just as Kurt was attempting to argue this point, Puck interrupted him. "Hey, dude, why don't you make yourself useful and go put some rat poison in those old folks Jell-O? Or better yet, visit the Garglers."

"The Warblers," Kurt corrected, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever. See what they're up to. You can wear all the feathers you want. You'll blend right in."

Kurt's immediate reaction was to take offense at the way Puck had just dismissed his suggestions while at the same time making a crack at his sexuality, but then he remembered.

The Warblers were at Dalton.

Blaine was at Dalton.

If Kurt went to Dalton under the pretence of spying on the Warblers, he could see Blaine.

"Fine," he snapped, feigning anger in order to cover up the excitement he was now feeling. He picked up his display board on which he had pinned pictures of their intricately designed costumes for the planned Dianna Ross number, and stormed out of the room dramatically.