Anderson's Son's Hidden Secret: Is the conservative candidate's son actually gay?

In a shocking twist, Blaine Anderson was spotted at a gay bar just last night. A cab driver, who chooses to remain anonymous, claims to have been the one to drive the eighteen-year-old there, under explicit instructions to take his passenger to "the best gay club in the area".

"It was definitely him," the driver told The Weekend Observer. "He showed me his ID and everything. Funny thing is he wasn't even drunk at the time. Begs the question, doesn't it? It's almost like he wanted people to find out."

The club where it is believed Anderson spent his night is none other than Scandals, a destination popular amongst the LGBT youth of DC. Staff at the club have stated that a man fitting the description of Blaine Anderson was seen at the club, but are unwilling to confirm if it was Blaine himself.

If it was in fact the young Anderson, what exactly does it mean? Is this just a young man curious about a subculture he has no doubt been sheltered from? Or is this Blaine Anderson's not-so-subtle coming out?

Senator Anderson, sitting in the passenger seat beside his driver, is silent on the way home, giving Blaine time to check his phone when it buzzes in his pockets.

Jeff; 10:23am:Front page of the Weekend Observer. You might want to check it

Jeff; 10:24am: Or, y'know, just any news article about you

Nick; 10:25am: Jeff just told me what happened. Is everything ok? Hows your dad dealing with everything? Call if you need to talk

Nick; 10:26am: btw let me know as soon as everythings okay because I need all the details from your night out. Did you find some hot hookup?

Smiling, Blaine texts both his friends back:

Blaine; 10:31am: Everything's fine - promise. I ended up at Kurt's place but I guess the papers didn't pick up on that

Nick; 10:34am: ... yeah I'm going to need to know more than that

Jeff;10:35am: Wow no they didn't.

Nick; 10:35am: Does this mean you're official now?

"I don't know why you're smiling."

Blaine looks up to find his father twisted around in his seat to face him.

"You do realise everyone probably knows now, right?" scolds Senator Anderson.

"You mean that I'm gay?" says Blaine, and he can feel their driver's gaze on him through the rear-view mirror. "Yeah, that was kind of the whole point."

"Blaine," Senator Anderson huffs, but he sounds, for once, more tired than frustrated. Almost as if he has had enough. He turns around to face the front, saying no more for the rest of the ride home. Meanwhile, the driver meets Blaine's gaze in the rear-view mirror and gives him an encouraging wink.

They return home to a full house. Seated around the living room are men and women dressed too business-like for a Saturday morning, and Blaine feels slightly guilty on realising that they're all here because of him. He looks around the room and recognises his father's campaign manager, PR staff, and lawyer.

"Thankyou all for coming," says Senator Anderson, taking one of two empty seats, beside his campaign manager. "I know you all have things you'd rather be doing on your Saturday mornings."

Blaine takes the other available seat, pulled over from the dining table, and settles in beside one of his father's PR staff, who flashes him a friendly-enough smile.

"Senator, I suggest you file straight away for defamation," says the woman who Blaine knows is his father's lawyer. "There may be enough evidence that Blaine was at the club last night, but we may at least be able to stop them from concluding from that that Blaine is gay."

"If I may," says Blaine, polite but confident, "I don't think doing that would work."

"Blaine," warns Senator Anderson tiredly. But Blaine has made up his mind. Last night had gone to plan, and no way is he being forced back into the closet now.

"Why is that, Blaine?" asks one of the PR staff.

"Because I fail to see how people speculating that you're gay is going to ruin your reputation," shrugs Blaine. "And also because I don't think you can win a defamation cases where what the defendant is saying is actually true."

Senator Anderson pinches the bridge of his nose, as if pleading with himself for patience. The room looks towards the Senator, waiting for instruction.

"He has a valid point, sir," says the lawyer quietly.

"Perhaps we should handle the situation with a press conference instead," suggests the PR staffer beside Blaine

"It would be good if Blaine spoke as we-"

"That's enough!" Senator Anderson bellows.

The room falls into silence, the various members of Senator Anderson's staff avoiding each other's gaze.

"My son's activities should not have to face public scrutiny at all," says Senator Anderson. "We're not discussing it in public because it isn't something that has to be public."

Well, Blaine reasons, it's not an outright denial. That's something.

"Are we done here?" asks Blaine. "I'm sorry for being the reason you're all here on your Saturday mornings, but as Dad said, this isn't really something you can deal with with a lawsuit. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Blaine manages to leave without protest, retreating to his room. From the other side of his closed door, he hears the murmurings of his father's team as they talk until noon. But Blaine's too intent on distracting himself with the feeling of being in a new relationship - relationship! - with Kurt to give too much thought to what they could be talking about...

Senator Anderson doesn't inquire as to the nature of Blaine and Kurt's relationship but still, as expected, bans Blaine from seeing Kurt. Still, they call and text every day, and, Kurt reminds Blaine that they couldn't have gone public right away anyway. When you're in the public eye, Kurt explains, there's a certain amount of sneaking around that you need to do at the start of any relationship. In any case, Senator Hummel doesn't suspect that his son's relationship with Blaine is anything more than platonic, and it perhaps isn't the best idea to let him think otherwise when the election is just weeks away (and when Blaine had been found in Kurt's bed the very morning that they had made things official...)

But that doesn't mean it's easy. Blaine and Kurt are finally dating, and yet they aren't even allowed to see each other. All they'd shared together was a kiss after Blaine's drunken night out, and a few dozen calls and text messages. Not exactly the definition of romance. And while it's one thing for Blaine to text Kurt with promises of perfect dates when everything blows over, Blaine really just wants to be able to carry them out. Put shortly, Blaine is getting increasingly romantically frustrated.

Amongst everything else, speculation about Blaine's sexuality is rampant, not only in the media but also amongst the students of Dalton Catholic. The fact that neither Blaine nor Senator Anderson comment on Blaine's night out only serves to add fuel to the fire. While Blaine chooses not to keep up with the media speculation, he is eventually asked upfront about the rumours at one of his choir rehearsals.

"So is it true then? What the papers are saying?" asks Thad, one of the other lead soloists, in one of the few thirty-second breaks their conductor affords them.

"Which part?" Blaine asks back. "The part about me going out to Scandals or the part about me being gay? Because they're both true."

There's only a moment where Thad's eyes widen in surprise, and then he's grinning at Blaine.

"I could tell you weren't like the rest of them," he says. "Wow, tense times at home then, huh?"

"I'll say," murmurs Blaine.

He takes a pride in the confidence with which he had been able to answer the question, and even how he had not lowered his voice, so that anyone listening in could have easily heard them.

Let them overhear, Blaine thinks, I've got nothing to hide. Not anymore.

Ironically enough, despite the fact that Kurt and Blaine can't meet up because of their fathers' positions, it is actually because of their fathers' positions that, in mid-March, they're finally given an opportunity to meet.

It's the last presidential debate left in the campaign trail, held at the University of California, Los Angeles. The Andersons and the Hudson-Hummels both take the weekend away and, as luck would have it, both families are staying at the same hotel. And with Senator and Mrs Anderson out campaigning during the day on Saturday, Blaine decides to take advantage of the fact that he has a luxury suite all to himself.

When the doorbell rings at noon, Blaine checks the peephole. He sees, for the first time in weeks, Kurt, and rushes to open the door so he can see him in normal dimensions.

Blaine doesn't have time to take Kurt in, however, because as soon as he opens the door, Kurt engulfs him, arms wrapping around Blaine as he steps into the suite.

"I've missed you so much," Kurt murmurs against Blaine's neck, before finally pulling away.

"As have I," says Blaine. He closes the door behind Kurt before pressing Kurt against it. "Missed you."

He leans forward, so his lips are millimetres from Kurt's, allowing Kurt to close the distance between them.

"Blaine," Kurt breathes out against Blaine's lips.

"My parents are out campaigning today," says Blaine, pulling away so he can see Kurt's face. He rubs Kurt's cheek with the pad of his thumb. "We have the place to ourselves."

Kurt freezes.

"Blaine..."

"Oh," Blaine steps back to give Kurt space when he realises what he's said. "I didn't mean it like that, Kurt. I just mean, we can, you know, spend some time together. Have a secret date of sorts. And now I've gone and screwed it up already, haven't I?"

"No, no," Kurt steps forward and takes Blaine's hand. "It's...such a perfect idea. Our first date."

Kurt gives Blaine's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Our first date," Blaine echoes back.

They make their way to Blaine's room, where Blaine sets about ordering room service for both of them as Kurt sits on the bed, flicking through the TV channels and finding nothing of interest that isn't in some way related to their fathers' campaigning. When the doorbell rings, Blaine quietens Kurt with a finger to his lips, before going to answer the door. He insists the bellboy leave the food tray in the lounge area, tipping generously to avoid any questions about the meals for two when Blaine is the only one in sight. Then, Blaine wheels the tray into his bedroom to a waiting Kurt.

"Wait there a second," says Blaine.

He goes into the adjoining bathroom and gets an unused towel, and returns to spread it out on the floor in front of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asks, watching Blaine set the two plates down on the towel.

"We are having a picnic," announces Blaine. He heads to the bedside drawer to get the vase of flowers there, and places it in the centre of the towel.

"You're ridiculous, you know that?" says Kurt affectionately, sliding down to sit on one side of the towel.

"Some would say romantic," hints Blaine.

"Mm, and romantic," Kurt agrees. "Thankyou, Blaine."

"I promised you romantic dates, didn't I?" says Blaine, taking up his cutlery.

Kurt laughs merrily, the sound a delight to Blaine's ears.

"I suppose you did," says Kurt thoughtfully. He begins to butter his bread. "But Blaine, I promise, one day, we'll have a repeat of this date, at a park, with a proper picnic rug."

"I'll take you up on that promise," says Blaine softly. "I'll bring the wine, given I probably already have a reputation for underage drinking. But only if you bring one of your delicious desserts."

"Deal."

They share light conversation over their lunch, the both of them grateful for the chance to finally spend some time together. As they finish off their meals, they slowly gravitate towards each other, until they're both sitting with their shins tucked beside them, weight rested on their hands, fingertips lightly touching each other's.

There's a moment, when their conversation fades away.... Blaine looks down to Kurt's lips, before looking back up to Kurt's eyes, only to find that Kurt's gaze has dropped to Blaine's lips. Tentatively, Blaine leans in, Kurt closing the distance. It's soft at first, tender, like their first kiss, until Kurt once again takes control, turning the kiss into one of pure passion, until they're both left a little breathless.

"Wow," gasps Blaine.

"Sorry," says Kurt bashfully. "I just - making up for lost time?"

"Seems as good enough a reason as any," says Blaine with a smile, before he leans in again....

They lose track of time, especially after room service comes and clears away their meal (the plates on the floor gaining a double-take as Kurt hides in the master bedroom). When they're alone again, Kurt guides Blaine over to the bed, and they sit on the edge, holding hands, before Kurt kisses Blaine. And then they're shifting up the bed so they can lay down, Blaine's arm winding around Kurt's waist, conscious of not gravitating too low to forbidden territory. But it's...amazing, laying beside Kurt, kissing him, surrounded by the scent of Kurt's cologne, intoxicated by the feel of Kurt's lips on his, the curves of Kurt's body right under Blaine's fingertips. And Blaine is suddenly thankful he's wearing an untucked shirt for once, because it means Kurt can tuck his fingers under Blaine's shirt with relative ease. His fingertips are like flames against Blaine's bare skin, drawing light circles and leaving a path of heat in their wake.

It's intense and intimate and wonderful, and Blaine doesn't think he can ever stop - until they're interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.

"Crap," says Blaine, forcing himself to pull away from Kurt and check his watch. "Mom and Dad aren't supposed to be back for another hour."

"What should I do?" says Kurt, and Blaine tries not to get too distracted by how breathless he sounds, especially when Kurt himself is looking so serious.

"Um..." Blaine's eyes dart across the room, taking in the limited options, until they land on the closet. "Hide in there?"

"Right," says Kurt, scrambling towards the closet.

Blaine trusts that Kurt manages to hide himself sufficiently, not looking back as he makes his way through the suite to the entranceway. But when he opens the door, it isn't his parents that he finds on the other side.

"Hey little bro," says Cooper, flashing Blaine his bright smile.

Blaine's jaw drops. Sure, Cooper lives in LA, so his visit isn't entirely out of the ordinary. But it isn't that. Cooper is in a suit. And...his tie is the maroon of the party colours. Is Cooper...?

"That's right," says Cooper proudly, answering Blaine's unasked question as he steps into the hotel suite. "First time in years that I show up to one of these things of Dad's. Can't say it's for him, though. I heard there'll be alcohol there and, well, someone has to keep an eye on you, Blainers." He gives Blaine a wink. "Honestly, I think it's time that I start sharing some of my secrets. After all, someone's gotta tell you how to go out without the press finding out. And you know everyone knows you're gay and all that now, right?"

Blaine is only half-listening as he glances past Cooper into the hall, his relief at his guest being Cooper now replaced by an anxiousness to get Kurt out now that he's been granted a little extra time.

"Coop, I know we have a lot to catch each other up on, but I really need-"

"Cooper!"

Senator Anderson's booming voice is unmistakable. Blaine watches as his parents embrace Cooper, mentally cursing at the turn of events.

"So good to see you," says Senator Anderson genuinely. "Finally decided to show, eh?"

"Yeah, well, I haven't seen Blaine since Christmas, so I thought I should," says Cooper.

Senator Anderson's face falls at Cooper's indifference in revealing the true reasons for his presence.

"Well, it's still good to have you," says Senator Anderson. He checks his watch and turns to Blaine. "Blaine, I'm going to need you to start getting dressed. We have to leave the hotel in about an hour."

"Right," says Blaine. He turns to Cooper and speaks as pointedly as he can without giving himself away completely. "Cooper, do you want to come and help me choose my tie?"

"I thought you already picked out your tie," says Mrs Anderson.

"I just...need a second opinion on something," Blaine lies. "Coop?"

Blaine takes Cooper by the elbow, and is glad when his brother follows without resistance.

"Don't worry Mother, I am the authority on things like this after all," Cooper throws over his shoulder, as Blaine drags him into his bedroom.

Blaine shuts the door behind them and turns to look at Cooper.

"Alright, let's see the options," says Cooper, clasping his hands together, "Although I don't see how it could help much either way - the party colours always wash you out, Blainey, I'm sorry to say-"

"Cooper, stop," Blaine interrupts. "I do need help with something you're an expert on...but it isn't ties."

Just as Cooper opens his mouth to ask, Wicked's Defying Gravity sounds from the closet, followed by a "Crap" as the sound cuts off. Cooper's mouth instantly curves into a wide smile as the hushed murmurs of a whispered conversation fill the room.

"I never thought I'd see the day," says Cooper, heading towards the closet. "You snuck someone in, didn't you?"

Cooper slides open the closet door to reveal Kurt, who already has a finger pressed to his mouth requesting silence as he speaks into his phone.

"Dad, I'm fine I swear, I just went down to the Library," Kurt is saying. "I promise, I'll be back at the room in, like, 10 minutes to get ready for the debate. Do you honestly think I'd not give myself enough time to look my best?....Okay, okay, I'll see you soon."

Kurt slides his phone back into his pocket, looking across at Cooper

"Hi," he says, a little breathless. Blaine prefers to think that's because he's just been in a closet for the past five minutes. "You're Cooper Anderson, right?"

"Indeed I am," says Cooper, extending a hand for Kurt to shake. "And you must be Kurt, Blainey's...boyfriend?" Cooper ventures, turning back to Blaine.

Kurt and Blaine's eyes meet across the room, softening at meeting each other's gaze.

"Yeah," they sigh contentedly.

"Alright, enough with the lovesickness," Cooper snaps, and Blaine suspects that at least some (or most) of his irritation stems from how quickly Kurt had lost interest in him. "Blaine, I'm going to go back out there and make sure Dad and Mom are both in their room because I want to see Dad's suit or something. Then I'll call for you to come over and that'll be your sign to sneak Kurt out. Okay?"

"Okay," says Blaine.

Cooper leaves the bedroom and Kurt steps out of the closet, crossing the room to give Blaine one more kiss.

"I have to say, I didn't think the first few weeks of sneaking around would mean literally going back into the closet," murmurs Kurt.

His tone is mostly joking, but Blaine hears the slightest quiver in his voice. Blaine takes Kurt's face in both hands.

"It's just until the election's over, remember?" Blaine murmurs. "I promise."

Before Kurt can reply, Cooper calls out from somewhere on the other side of the door.

"Blaine!" says Cooper. "Come look at Dad's suit!"

"Coming!" Blaine calls back over his shoulder, before turning to Kurt. "Okay, let's go."

Kurt slips his hand into Blaine's as they quietly leave the room. They tiptoe across the lounge area before passing the half-closed door of the master bedroom until they're finally in the entrance hall. Once there, Kurt gives Blaine another quick kiss and a squeeze of his hand, before he disappears into the hallway, Blaine closing the door behind him as quietly as possible.

Blaine pulls off his shirt to make it look like he had at least been in the middle of changing, before joining the rest of his family in the master bedroom. As his father chastises him for walking around without a shirt on ("Really, Blaine, have some decency") and accepts the compliments of Mrs Anderson and Cooper, Blaine is distracted by a vibration in his pocket. When Mrs Anderson is fixing Senator Anderson's tie, Blaine pulls his phone out to check it.

Kurt; 3:42pm: So...I'm sharing a room with Finn and I can more than trust him to keep a secret (especially with my knowledge of his browser history, and connections with his girlfriend). We don't leave till tomorrow afternoon. If you want to come over, let me know. And I hope you do because I really enjoyed today xo

Blaine smiles. With something to look forward to, getting through the debate tonight is going to be just that little bit easier. Or so he thinks.