The next morning, Blaine was woken up by the sunlight gently caressing his face. He rolled around, tangling his legs on the sheets as he stretched his arms. He rubbed his eyes and opened them slowly. They still felt a bit puffy from all the crying he'd done last night. He sighed as he recalled everything. It had been quite an eventful night. The fight with his father, being kicked out, breaking down on Kurt's arms, Kurt's secret… too much stuff for one night.

And of course, there was also Kurt's offer to give this thing between them a try. Blaine still doubted that had happened and it still worried him that Kurt couldn't promise him anything.

Was Kurt even capable of going through with this offer? Blaine knew Kurt was a nice person underneath the fa�ade of the asshole but still… Old habits die hard, don't they?

Just as he was analyzing their talk, Kurt pushed open the bedroom door. He was only wearing his boxers and he was holding a tray in his hands. Blaine turned to look at him and they smiled at each other.

"Hi."

Kurt lifted the tray a little bit, "Breakfast in bed."

Blaine laughed lightly, grateful for that little, romantic gesture. He shifted in bed and leaned against the headboard while Kurt placed the tray on his lap. Then, he sat next to him and grabbed a toast.

"This looks delicious, Kurt." Blaine said as he eyed his breakfast. He turned to look at Kurt and smiled at him. Kurt smiled back and leaned in to peck him on the lips before taking a bite from the toast on his hand.

They spent the following hour feeding each other in between kisses and sweet talk. When they finished eating, Kurt suggested they'd visit Carole at the diner, since he had told her and his father what had happened and they were worried about Blaine.

He blushed at that, feeling grateful that they cared for him. His bashful reaction granted him another round of kisses from Kurt, who thought it to be adorable. After a while of kissing and rolling playfully around the bed, Blaine remembered had promised to call his mom.

He sat on the edge of the bed and called her. Kurt sat behind him, one arm wrapped across his chest. With his free arm, he reached down and wordlessly took Blaine's hand. Blaine turned to see him while he waited for his mom to pick up but Kurt pretended to be examining something on his hand. He smiled to himself. That was so like Kurt – doing something to comfort people but pretending it wasn't a big deal.

His mom picked up the phone after the third ring. She sounded extremely relieved and immediately asked him where and how he was. He told her and talked to her for a while. His heart broke as he noticed that her voice sounded raspy and she sometimes choked on her words. She kept asking him to come back, that it was his house and she'd make her father see reason. But he knew it was useless.

His father wasn't coming around any time soon.

He hung up and left the phone on the mattress. Kurt placed a kiss on his shoulder and tightened his grip. Blaine sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned back into Kurt's chest.

"It's okay," Kurt whispered in his ear.

And in that moment, wrapped in Kurt's arms, Blaine truly believed that.

Burt whistled as he saw the grand houses that led to the Anderson home. He parked his truck in front of the house and got out. As he made his way to the door he was able to hear some screaming going down where he supposed was the living room. Not a good sign.

He sighed and rang the bell. The screaming subsided and then the door was partially opened by Kate Anderson. When he saw her face, Burt was surprised by the uncanny resemblance between Blaine and his mother. They even had the same breathtakingly beautiful hazel eyes. She looked tired, though, and her cheeks were wet with shed tears.

She graciously tried to wipe them off and looked at the visitor on her doorstep.

"Yes?"

"Mrs. Anderson, I'm Burt Hummel. I – "

"I'm terribly sorry Mr. Hummel. I don't know who you are or what your visit is about, but this is truly a bad time and I can't – "

"I know your son," said Burt simply as he shoved his hands inside his pockets.

She looked surprised for a moment before asking quietly, "You know my Blaine?"

Burt nodded. "Yes. He's fine, don't worry. He stayed with my son last night. I was just wondering if I could maybe have a quick word with you and your husband."

"Your son? Wait… Are you Kurt's father?"

Burt raised his eyebrows at the mention of his son. He had originally thought that it had been both of Blaine's parents that disagreed with their son's sexuality, but upon seeing her face, hearing the screaming before he'd knocked and realizing that she was aware of Blaine's affairs; it was now obvious that the only problem truly was the father.

"Yes, that's me."

She suddenly seemed to understand why he was there because her eyes widened slightly and she nodded, ushering him inside the house.

They stepped into the living room where Blaine's dad was standing. He seemed upset and frowned when he saw Burt.

"Who's this?" he asked his wife.

"I'm Burt Hummel. I come here to talk about your son."

"What do you mean?" He faced his wife, who refused to look at him. She was standing between the two men, her arms crossed and her stare fixed on Burt.

"I know you kicked Blaine out of here yesterday," Burt started, "because he told you he's gay."

"And you know this because…"

'Man, what a jerk,' Burt thought as he replied calmly, "He came to my son's apartment in the middle of the night. See, I know how confused you must feel. I went through the same thing with my kid a couple of years back and I want to offer my help."

"Well, that's very kind of you but I don't need your help."

"Seeing that you kicked your own son out of his home, I say you do need some help." Burt countered. He could feel his blood boiling.

How in the world were Blaine – sweet, caring, loving Blaine – and this man related?

"What happens between me and my son is none of your goddamn business!"

"Dammit Harold! Why – "Kate started loudly but Burt interrupted her.

"It is my business when your son has to walk the streets of this city alone after being kicked out of his home on freaking Thanksgiving Day and has to end up on my son's doorstep." He yelled. "It is my business because you are his father! Your job is to love and accept him but what do you do instead? You shut the door in his face!"

"And it is my business because that is one heck of a kid and you seemed to have forgotten that simply because he was born to love a certain way!"

"He wasn't born like that! He chose it!"

Kate groaned in frustration and started crying again, silently. She bit her lip and turned to see a picture of the three of them in happier times. She closed her eyes tightly as even more tears came down her face.

Burt saw this out of the corner of his eye and shook his head sadly. He turned to face Harold and huffed.

"Oh this is just great. So you're just one of those guys that go around telling people being gay is a choice? Okay, I'll play. Say he did choose it. Why should that affect the way you see him? Why should that affect the way you love him?"

Harold seemed taken aback for the slightest instant.

"I didn't raise him up to end up being a fag."

Burt was about to answer but Kate beat him to it.

"That's it Harold! You don't get to call my boy that word ever again! You won't give in, fine. I'm done with this and I'm done with you."

"Kate?"

She stepped out of the living room and opened the door of the small closet where they kept their coats and jackets. She grabbed hers and took out one heavy looking bag. She returned to the living room and dropped the bag on the floor.

"What's that?" Harold said, his eyes on the bag.

"Blaine's things," she responded, her head held high. "I tried reasoning with you Harold, because I know you love Blaine. But you're being so stupid and close minded that you can't see that. Well, that's your problem now. I love my son for everything he is and I'm proud to be his mother. And I refuse to be in this house next a person who can't feel that way about him. You leave me no choice."

She disappeared once again. Burt stood there, unsure of what to say. It was now obvious that Blaine's father wasn't going to change his mind anytime soon so he got out of the living room, only to find her gathering some bags by the door.

Harold stepped out as well. "Kate, wait."

She ignored him.

"Mr. Hummel, could you take me to Blaine?"

"Of course. And please, call me Burt."

"Burt," she nodded and smiled, handing him one of the bags.

"Kate…" her husband said again with a warning tone.

"There's nothing you can say that would change my mind, Harold."

She opened the door and Burt took her bags, carrying them to the car. She watched him for a moment before grabbing Blaine's bag and stepping out of the house as well. Just as she came down the last step of the porch, she turned around.

"Oh, and Harold? I want a divorce."

And with that, she walked to Burt's truck, leaving her husband speechless by the door.

When she hopped inside the passenger's seat, Burt turned to look at her, smiling.

"Kate, I think you and I are going to get along great."

Later that day, Quinn and Santana barged into Carole's diner. The customers turned to look at them but they didn't even notice. Their eyes darted everywhere until they located the booth on the far end. Blaine was sitting next to Kurt and Puck sat across from them. Blaine saw his friends and stood up, waving slowly and looking guilty.

Quinn practically ran towards him. She didn't even notice Puck who attempted to greet her but his words got caught up in his mouth as she ran pass him and straight into Blaine. She hugged Blaine tightly and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"There you are! Why didn't you call me sooner? I was so freaking scared!" She said stepping back. "Your mom called me last night and I thought you'd come over but you didn't and then I tried calling you but you didn't answer! Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

Blaine looked seriously ashamed and sorry as Quinn continued her rant.

"I even cursed… me! That's how scared I was! And then today, the only thing I get is a text telling me to come to the diner? Are you for real? You just – don't give me that kicked puppy look! You know I can't stand it! And don't smile either – hey! Don't laugh, Blaine Anderson! This isn't funny!"

But Blaine couldn't stop laughing as he hugged his best friend again.

"Ugh, I want to punch that annoyingly handsome face!" Quinn said, trying to keep her disapproving tone but a smile was tugging at her lips.

They held each other and she whispered into his ear, "Are you okay?"

He took in the scent of her hair, snuggling on the crook of her neck and he nodded. They broke apart and smiled at each other. As he turned to look at Santana, he was greeted with a punch in his arm.

"Ow!"

"Quinn warns but never hits. I do the opposite." She said as she also hugged him, smiling in relief.

"I'm really sorry, guys."

"What matters now is that you're okay," Santana responded. She ruffled his hair and smiled at him.

Once the three friends had finished their little conversation, Puck cleared his throat. Quinn turned around and blushed. Santana rolled her eyes and nudged her to sit next to him. Quinn glared at her but took the seat anyway with Santana sitting on her other side. Just as Blaine was about to take a seat as well, the door opened again and in came Burt and his mother.

The moment she saw him; his mom dropped the bags and bolted to his arms. They hugged tightly and she kept murmuring in his ear things like "I'm sorry, Blaine" and "I love you" and "We'll be okay". Burt approached them, with Carole right next to him.

Kate pulled away from her son and caressed his face. She looked at him intently and then kissed his forehead.

"Mom, uh, did Dad – did he say anything… Was – was he mad at you? I-I mean…" Blaine stuttered.

She looked at him and smiled fondly.

"Don't worry about him. It's you and me now, okay?"

He breathed deeply and nodded.

"What are we going to do now?"

"Well… I have some money saved but I'll still have to get a job and look for a place for us. It'll be tough for a while." She explained.

Burt cut in. "Don't worry. You can stay here with us while you find something."

Both of them turned around to face him.

"Oh, no! We don't want to bother you any more than we already have."

"Please, we insist. It's not a bother at all. We love Blaine." Carole answered.

Kate seemed to think it over and then she responded.

"Okay, thank you very, very much. I promise we'll be out of your way as soon as we can."

Kurt stood up at that moment and approached them silently.

"Don't you worry about it," Burt said and he seemed to remember, "Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot my manners. This is my wife, Carole. And this one right here is my son, Kurt. Guys, this is Blaine's mom, Kate Anderson."

Kate and Carole shook hands and then she turned to face Kurt. She smiled at him and took his hand, happy to finally meet the boy that his son had gushed so much about.

"Hi, Kurt. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," she said knowingly. Blaine groaned and blushed deeply. Kurt just crooked an eyebrow in his direction and turned to face Kate.

"The pleasure is entirely mine." He responded smiling charmingly.

Burt spoke up after the time for introductions was over.

"We have one guestroom. It's a bit small so you may be a little cramped."

"It's okay, we'll manage."

But Kurt had a better idea.

"Maybe it'd be best if Blaine stayed with me for the time being. My apartment is rather big and I have a spare room. I can even drive him to school."

Blaine's eyes widened at the proposal and he chanced a glance at his mom. She wasn't buying it.

"I don't know…" she said hesitantly.

"It would be just while we find something, mom. A-and Kurt's house is closer to school so…" Blaine said. He looked at his mom for a moment before turning his head down, blushing slightly.

His mom turned to look at Kurt and then at Blaine. She trusted her son completely but even if Kurt seemed like a lovely guy, she wasn't so sure if she could trust him.

"I – I … okay. But the minute I find a place you're coming with me."

Blaine nodded vehemently. "Thanks, mom," he replied excitedly, "And I'll help you out with that! I'll get a job. I'll look for something!"

"No, Blaine. That's something I need to worry about. Your only concern is to focus on school and getting into Parsons."

Blaine gasped. He had forgotten about college applications and fees. It would be terribly hard on his mom.

"But… Parsons – I… It's expensive, mom. Maybe I could look for another option or –"

"No. You want to go to Parsons; you are going to Parsons, Blaine. Don't worry about it, we'll manage."

"Well," Carole said, looking at Blaine, "how about a part time job here? I could always use some extra help at the diner. I'll make sure he gets his homework done, so don't worry about that. "

"Great! Yes!" Blaine exclaimed.

Kate turned to look at Carole. "That would be great. Really, I don't know how to thank you. I-I…" Her eyes swelled up with tears and she hugged Carole who looked surprised for a second before hugging her back.

Throughout the entire exchange, Kurt was lost in his thoughts. Blaine noticed and grabbed his arm.

"What's wrong?"

Kurt smiled at him and shook his head.

"Nothing."

Blaine shrugged and smiled back. He went with his mom who was still crying and thanking Burt and Carole. Quinn, Puck and Santana had also gathered around. Quinn and Santana took turns hugging Kate and Puck started talking to Blaine. Those two seemed to have bonded when Blaine had been over for dinner a couple of nights ago. The topic of their conversation was pretty obvious, since both of them kept chancing glances at Quinn and talking quietly to one another.

Kurt stood there watching the scene before him, his eyes fixed on Blaine. He kept remembering Blaine's face when he said he'd look for cheaper college options. He remembered finding the application on his folder. He remembered seeing Blaine draw and the incredible talent he possessed. It shouldn't be wasted.

He decided he needed to make an important call later that night.

Blaine and Kurt arrived at the apartment after eating at Carole's diner. They had spent hours there, so by the time they got home, the only thing Blaine wanted to do was sleep.

Kurt wasn't lying to Blaine's mom when he said he had a spare room. He just never actually said her son would be sleeping there. So Blaine got out of his clothes and made his way to Kurt's bed.

Kurt joined him and Blaine snuggled closer to him, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder. They stayed like that until Kurt was certain Blaine had fallen completely asleep. He reached for the night table and grabbed his phone.

His assistant picked up after a few rings.

"Linda? Yes. Sorry to bother you so late but I need you to do something for me. Make the appointment. Yes, that one. Tell them I'm interested in the offer for the clothing line. Yes, I'm sure. Well, they are offering a lot of money for it. Yes, I know it's in New York. Yes, Linda, I know that means I'd have to move there."

He turned to look at Blaine's sleeping face.

"I was counting on that."