Welcome To My Life – Chapter 5

The car ride was silent except the radio playing only
about five different songs. Seriously Radio, there are more than five songs in
the world. Blaine pulled up unto his driveway, parking beside a green Subaru.

Both boys got out, slowly making their way up the
Anderson porch. "My mom is here so you can meet her. You can say she's pretty
cool," Blaine joked. He grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him inside. "Mom?"

A short Filipino women entered from the hallway. She wore
a brown business dress. Her hair was a curly, dark brown that was tied into a
neat bun. "Kurt, my mom," motioning to the small women. "Mom, my boyfriend
Kurt."

The other boy's
mom scurried over Kurt's side. "Aww aren't you adorable and so cute." Kurt
started to show a slight blush. "Thanks Mrs. Anderson." The younger women
playfully slapped the tallest boy's arm. "Call me Julia."

Julia grabbed her hand purse and started toward the door.
"I have to go meet Mrs. Daize today to settle dispute on her new contract with us.
Kurt, would you like to stay for dinner?"

Kurt smiled, "If my dad agrees, I would love to." Blaine
and Kurt glance. "Honey, I haven't cook for a family bigger than Blaine and I.
You should invite your family over for dinner for around 6:30. I make an amazing
pasta. Healthy and fresh from the garden."

Kurt smile grew and he exactly said, "Oh, I would love
that. I'll just go call my dad." Kurt trotted into another the kitchen to go
make a call. He came back with a smile on his face.

"My dad said he would love to." Blaine's mom said her
good byes and walked out the door. Blaine turned to Kurt with a goofy smile.
"Aww Kurt, she loves you."

A comfortable silenced placed over the two. The shorter
boy took the taller boy's hand. He tugged towards the upstairs. "I said I was
going to show you my room."

-~-~-~-~

Blaine's room was spectacularly clean. His walls were a
soft grey that complemented the red and beige sheets. He had a red leather seat
in the corner of his room, next to his dresser. There was a longer couch opposite
of everything else. Kurt and Blaine sat down on the bed.

Both boys felt naked and raw. Blaine knew that Kurt would
always care about him, scars or none. "Do you promise?" Blaine asked the other
boy timidly.

Kurt looked into his eyes, pouring out all the trust and strength
he could give him. "What do you want me to promise?" The older boy showed a
worried look. "Do you promise to not to leave after I let you in? Promise to
never hurt me?"

Kurt scooted closer to Blaine, grabbing his hands. He pressed
a kiss apon his lips. The kiss represented hope, and love, and trust. "I
promise."

Blaine withdrew his hands from Kurt's. He stood up as if
to present himself to Kurt. He grabbed the jacket's zipper with his trembling
fingers. He slowly dragged it down, then shedding the layer.

After the jacket fell to the ground, a long sleeved still
stayed. Blaine took the bottom of the shirt and began to take it over his head.
He stopped momentarily before lifting it over his head.

When the shirt hit the floor, the only thing Blaine wore was
an under tank. Kurt's eyes rested apon the cuts on Blaine's arms. They ranged
from the bottom of his shoulders to the top of his wrists.

Kurt's face filled with pain. Why would Blaine, the boy who
was perfect, cut himself? Blaine's eyes filled with tears threaten to fall, "I
know, I'm broken. Useless. Ugly. I would understand if you wanted to break up
with me." Blaine's tears made silent tracks of remorse. Kurt jumped to his feet
and forced the shorter boy to look at him. "No, you are NOT broken or ugly or
useless. You are beautiful, useFUL, and perfect. Never forget that."

With that, Blaine drew Kurt closer by the hips. Kurt took
his right hand and cupped his cheek. They slowly moved their heads together so
their lips met. The kiss was sweet and sensual. There was so no fireworks or
sparks. There was just, full. Blaine felt full and complete for the first time.
Like he found his missing puzzle piece.

Kurt slipped his tongue to Blaine's lips asking for
permission. Blaine allowed Kurt tongue in and his tongue out. This was new
territory for both boys, but they knew they could trust one another.

The boys continued until they lost their breath. Blaine's
hands were still around Kurt's waist like Kurt's hands were around Blaine's
neck. Blaine had a smitten look on his face. "I think I kind of really like
you."

Kurt's smile grew as he spoke, "I think I kind of really
like you too." Kurt pecked the shorter boy on the lips then walked over to his
dresser. He pulled out a new long sleeved shirt.

Blaine gave Kurt a guessable look when Kurt motioned to
him to put it on. Kurt pulled the shirt over Blaine's head. "I know it will
take a long to work through this but I want you to know I will always be there.
No matter what."

Blaine and Kurt made their way down stairs to watch a
movie before they had to prepare for Kurt's family. When they were looking
through Blaine's movie cabinet, Kurt pulled a particular movie.

The Notebook

Kurt threw Blaine a knowing look. Blaine acted offended. "That
is an amazing movie." Kurt put the movie back laughing. "It is, I was just
messing with you. We should watch it soon. Warning, I might cry."

"I'll let you cry if I can cry too." Kurt and Blaine
agreed they were just going to watch old reruns of Project Runway. They both bickered
and agreed on clothes, this was interrupted with Julia sauntering in the front
doors.

"Hey boys, how'd it go will I was gone." You heard
footsteps leave into the kitchen then return a few seconds later. "Great mom,
we just hung around watching TV." Blaine took Kurt's hand and stroke it with
his thumb.

"Would you boys mind helping me?" Kurt got up pulling
Blaine with him. "We would love to Julia." Blaine's face lit up with embarrassment.
He followed Kurt and his mother into the kitchen.

"I will just set the table. I'm not the best cook."
Blaine reached into the cupboard to grab plates. Kurt took out the spices while
telling the Blaine, "You can't be that bad."

Blaine blushed as Julia laughed to herself. Kurt looked
around in curiosity, "What?" Julia's laugh rung out through the kitchen, "Last
time Blaine cook, he caught the eggs on fire. How do you even do that?"

Kurt joined in with the women's humor as Blaine tried to
defend his pride. "Hey, it wasn't that bad. Maybe a little dry." This made the
two laugh even harder. Blaine gathered silverware and napkins. As he was
leaving, he shouted, "You don't have to hate on me."

-~-~-~-~-~

The Hudmel family (deprived of one) was in front of the
Anderson home. Carol lectured Finn on proper etiquette through the whole drive.
Burt did receive some of Carol's words because he did not carry the best manors
on most occasions.

Burt rang the doorbell of the house. He stepped back a
few moments, waiting for an answer. There at the recently open door stood a
small women. "Welcome, welcome. Why don't you come in," Julia urged them
inside.

Carol entered the house in awe. Her d�cor of the house
was spectacular. It was a light blue with accents of grey. Her couch was
leather as well as the multiple armchairs. The carpet was crystal white,
contrasting the back tile that lead to the kitchen.

The three took of their jackets and shoes while Julia introduce
herself. "Hello, I'm Julia Anderson and I'm Blaine's mom. You must be Kurt's
parents." She extended her hand as she shook each one.

"Actually," Finn countered, "This is my mom, and that is
Kurt's dad," motioning to each adult. "I'm Kurt's step brother." Julia nodded
as Kurt step into the room, Blaine following. "Yes Finn, it's kind of obvious.
How could you be possibly be related to this?" Ranking his hand up and down his
body.

"Now Kurt," Blaine stepped in, "No need to be mean,"
Blaine laughed. "We have some delicious pasta we don't want to go to waste, now
do we?"

-~-~-~-~-~

"This dinner is really good Mrs. Anderson," Finn mumbled with
a mouth full of pasta. Kurt elbowed Finn in the side who slightly choked on his
food. "Call me Julia Finn. Thank you though. The paste was shipped to me by
some close friends in Italy. The rest of the spices are from my garden that I
have collected from over the years."

Carol and Julia discussed gardening while Blaine, Burt
and Finn discussed football. Kurt just sat observing the interaction between
the Hudmels and Andersons. The Hudmelsons. Ha.

He was glad both families bonded with each other so
easily that it whipped all fear from Kurt's mind. The atmosphere was happy and
cheery. Well until Finn intervenes. "So Blaine, where's your dad?" Blaine and
Julia were caught off guard by the question. "My father travel a lot. Usually,
he leaves for periods of a week. But sometimes he leaves for weeks at a time."

"Aww you must really miss him," Carol insisted. Blaine
exchanged glances that went missed by the others. "Well, it's a lot different
when he is here, because we don't see him a lot," Mrs. Anderson cut in, saving
Blaine.

Burt remembered the conversation with Blaine when he
mentioned his dad. He changed the subject, talking about school and glee club.
Blaine sent Burt a thankful look. Burt accepted it with a nod.

The evening when well and the Hudmels started to leave. "Burt,"
the older man turned to face a shorter boy, "May Kurt stay the night tonight,
maybe? I have a couch in my room that I can sleep in." Blaine's eyes pleaded at
Burt while he weighted options.

"Only tonight, I want him back by noon tomorrow, ok?"
Blaine jumped up and down. "Thank you, thank you." Blaine ran off to go tell
Kurt at the same time Julia entered. "You okay with this Julia?"

The mother smiled to herself. "I trust Blaine to do the
right thing and to date the right people. If Blaine trusts Kurt then I can
trust Kurt. I have to have faith in him. Whatever happens with them will be a
learning experience. He needs freedom."

Burt chuckled. "You know exactly what to say. I have to
say thank you for the dinner and having Kurt over."

"No problem Burt."

-~-~-~-~-

"Kurt, your dad said yes!"

Kurt eyes grew white with excitement. "Really, that was
unexpected." He walked with Blaine to the living room. "What about your
clothes? I didn't think about that." Blaine walked around thinking of a
solution.

Kurt then thought of a solution. "I always keep back up
clothes in my car in case of mishaps." Blaine's eyes cluttered with confusion.
Kurt quickly reassured Blaine and made his way outside to his car. He grabbed a
duffle bag of clothes, hairspray, some moisturizing creams, ex.

Kurt ran up to Blaine's room noticing that he wasn't there.
Kurt made his way back downstairs to realize he was in the kitchen. Blaine
heard the tapping of Kurt's feet against the tile floor. "The only things I can
make are popcorn," grabbing the popcorn out of the microwave, "And water," he
said with a wink.

The shorter boy poured the hot popcorn into a huge
plastic, pink bowl. Kurt nodded, "Nice color choice Anderson," voiced sarcastically.
Blaine laughed as he and Kurt made their way up the stairs. The two boyfriends
watch one of their favorite musical (Rent).

Blaine did sleep on the couch like he told Burt. Kurt and
Blaine both felt that they weren't ready to sleep together. Just sleep, keep
your mind out of the gutter.

Blaine and Kurt woke up the next day and went shopping. They
didn't show much affection toward another for fear of homophobia. All they didn't
know what there also was group of McKinley jackets watching them.