When Blaine got home, he noticed his mom wasn't in the kitchen or the living room.

'She must be taking a nap,' he thought to himself as he walked up the stairs.

When he arrived at his room, he found his mother sitting on the edge of the bed. She had something in her hands and when Blaine saw what it was, his blood turned cold. His mom looked up, holding every drawing he'd ever made of Kurt and asked quietly.

"Blaine, what are these?"

His eyes started to fill with tears and he knew his voice would crack if he attempted to speak. So he didn't say anything.

"Blaine, are you gay?"

Fear flooded through Blaine's body. He was paralyzed as his mother waited for his answer. His heart was beating impossibly fast. He knew there was no way he could deny it; there was no turning back.

He sighed and when he closed his eyes, a small tear escaped them. After a few seconds, he opened them and met his mother's eyes.

"Yes."

His mom took a deep breath and gently nodded as she lowered her head to see the drawings once more.

"How long have you known?" she asked and her voice was barely above a whisper. She placed the drawings on the side of the bed.

"I-I… since freshman year," Blaine was also whispering. He didn't trust his voice for he knew if he were to speak louder he'd break down.

His mom nodded once more and licked her lips hesitantly before speaking again.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Be-because I… I'm…" He cleared his throat, trying to find the words to answer.

"Because I was scared you wouldn't love me anymore," his voice cracked at that last part as more tears fell.

He saw his mother standing up and walking towards him. He raised his head in time for her to grab it between her hands, forcing him to meet her eyes.

"Blaine Anderson, nothing, listen to me, nothing is ever going to make me stop loving you."

Blaine closed his eyes and sobbed, relief flooding through him as he heard his mom's words. He placed his hands above hers.

"Being gay doesn't matter, honey. It doesn't change the wonderful person that you are. And there's nothing wrong with it. I just wish you would have told me sooner. And I feel like I've failed you."

When she said that, Blaine's eyes darted upward as he shook his head frantically.

"Wh-what? No! Why would you say that?"

"Because you seemed to think that I'd stop loving you for being who you are. That means I did something wrong. Because if there is one thing you should always, always know Blaine, is that I love you, no matter what."

He lunged forward and hugged his mom tightly as more tears came down his face. She held him and gently stroked his hair, soothing him. They stayed like that for a while and, when Blaine had calmed down, they pulled apart and his mom wiped away his tears with her thumbs. He smiled briefly at her and felt infinitely lighter. This had been a burden he'd had to carry ever since he had come to terms with his sexuality. The possibility of losing his mom's love was devastating but having her react this way and accept him was a blessing.

She turned around and grabbed the drawings from the bed. As she handed them over to Blaine, she said:

"These are amazing, Blaine. He's beautiful."

Blaine took them and blushed slightly. A small smile tugged at his lips.

"Thank you, mom. Just… thank you," he said as his mom placed a soft and caring hand on his cheek. He leaned into the touch and closed his eyes.

"Don't thank me, honey. I just need you to promise me that you'll come to me whenever you want to talk. About anything, okay? Anything at all."

"I will, I promise."

She turned to leave the room and Blaine focused his attention at the drawings in his hands. He frowned and thought about Kurt. He wanted to let his mother know about him, or at least the basics. He'd been dying to gush about him and hear whatever tips his mom could give him. He just thought he'd never get to do that, since he didn't intend on coming out for fear of rejection.

Now that it was all water under the bridge and he could now be himself around her, he decided he wanted to tell her all his worries and fears.

Just as his mom was stepping outside of his room, he spoke up again.

"Mom…"

She turned around to look at him.

"Yes?"

"Could I take up that offer for a talk?"

Her eyes widened as she smiled broadly. Suddenly, she flew back and hopped into his bed, resembling a five year old. He laughed and stared at her, completely baffled. She noticed his confused expression and explained.

"I planned to give you some time before bombarding you with questions but since you want to talk…" She shifted on the bed until she was comfortable, "Tell me, who's that boy? Come, sit! Tell me everything."

Blaine laughed again and went to lay down with his mom. They began talking and Blaine decided to leave the specifics aside. His mom didn't have to know that Kurt was, well, not into relationships, to put it lightly. Nor did she have to know that he had lost his virginity to him. She could live without those details. So he just told her how they met, how Kurt was a bit (a lot, actually) skeptical to love and how Blaine was falling in love with him but decided to just be friends.

They talked for a long time and his mom advised him while he listened intently. They laughed until their stomachs hurt and when everything was said, his mom walked out of his room. She gave him an affectionate smile and bid him goodnight. As he got ready to get to bed, he smiled, satisfied. He felt so much better now that his mom knew about Kurt.

But he was not completely carefree for another problem kept invading his thoughts.

'How am I going to tell my dad?'

It had been a few weeks since Kurt and Blaine had settled for being friends and Blaine had come out to his mom. Kurt had truly meant it when he said he wanted to get to know Blaine. The boy was intriguing and always reacted differently to what Kurt expected.

So, the boys kept in touch. It had been difficult at first, since they didn't have each other's number. Kurt had embarrassed himself by asking Puck to make Quinn send him Blaine's number. It had been pathetic but Kurt refused to look for Blaine in case the younger boy took it the wrong way. But at the end, he got what he wanted and the boys started texting each other.

It had started out as a few texts during the week -mostly to catch up- but it had soon escalated into long conversations throughout the day.

They were currently talking about their plans for Thanksgiving, when Kurt's dad interrupted him.

"Hey, kiddo."

"Unbelievable," said Kurt, his eyes never leaving the phone screen, "24 years old and you still call me 'kiddo'."

"Old habits die hard. Now listen, Carole wants me to go buy some things for tomorrow's dinner. Care to join me?"

Kurt shrugged and got up. He glanced down quickly to send his last text and put away his phone.

"Still talking to that Blaine kid?" asked his father as they headed for the door.

"Yeah," Kurt responded indifferently. His dad gave him a lopsided smile but didn't say anything.

Burt Hummel was a realistic man. He wasn't the type of person that held onto silly dreams and hopes. That was why he had lost hope of getting his old Kurt back. When Finn had come to him, saying that a boy -a boy- was what would make Kurt change, he had brushed it off.

But after these past weeks, he couldn't help but think that maybe his stepson had nailed it this time. Every time Kurt's phone rang, his face would brighten. Nobody commented on it, for all of them knew how delicate the situation was. One poorly worded comment and Kurt would most assuredly push Blaine away.

Still, Burt wanted to bring up the subject. So, as they walked to the grocery store, he glanced at Kurt and asked casually.

"So, what were you two talking about?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing important. Just our plans for Thanksgiving."

"Oh, he's spending it with his family, I take it."

Kurt hummed and nodded in response. Just as they stepped into the grocery store, Burt had an amazing idea.

"Hey, why don't you invite him over tonight?"

Kurt turned to look at him with a confused expression on his face.

"Why?" he asked warily.

"Well, he's your friend and I'd like to meet him. I'd say invite him over tomorrow but you just said he'll be with his folks."

Kurt pondered on the proposal. It wouldn't hurt to see the curly haired boy, would it? He got his phone out of his coat and began writing the message.

"Okay, I'll ask him."

Burt's eyes widened and he nodded in agreement. He'd finally meet the Wonder Boy and judge for himself if he really could make Kurt see the light.

This was going to be interesting.

Blaine's phone rang, snapping him out of his drawing trance. He grabbed it and couldn't suppress the smile that appeared on his face as he saw who the sender was. He pressed the button that revealed the message and his heart skipped a beat when he read the content.

Got any plans for tonight? Wanna come over? We're having a little feast at the diner. You know, early Thanksgiving dinner ;)

-K

Kurt wanted him to have dinner with his family? He suddenly felt incredibly nervous. He knew he shouldn't make much of it but it still seemed an important thing. Just as he was starting to panic, his phone rang again.

You can bring Quinn with you, if you want. Don't bring Santana, she scares me.

-K

He sighed, both in relief and disappointment. That meant it really wasn't a big deal. Still, he really wanted to see Kurt, so he decided to take the offer.

Sure, I'd love to. I'll ask Quinn and let you know :)

-B

Then, he texted Quinn and asked her to go with him. She agreed and he told her he'd pick her up at her place in a few hours. When they hanged up, he rubbed his face in his hands and got out of his chair. He went downstairs, looking for his mom. He found her leaning on the kitchen counter and scribbling in a piece of paper what she was missing for tomorrow's dinner.

"Mom?"

She glanced up to look at him. "Yes?"

"Eh… Can I go out tonight? I promise I'll be home early."

"Where are you going?" she asked as she returned her attention to the list of things she was writing.

"I.. I'm going to see Kurt. B-but I'm going with Quinn too, so it isn't that big of a deal. It's just dinner and he just texted me and well I-"

His mom's laughter interrupted his rambling. He looked down sheepishly as his mom walked towards him.

"I want you home by 11. And I expect a full account tomorrow on everything that went down tonight or I will be forced to tickle you to death. You've been warned."

Blaine laughed and promised to let her know everything when he returned. He went upstairs to change his clothes. He didn't want to look too formal so he settled for a long sleeved white shirt with a brown vest on top of it and worn out jeans. He combed his hair in his usual gelled style and looked at himself in the mirror. Once he approved his own outfit, he went to grab his coat and got out of the house.

Twenty minutes later, he was in front of Quinn's house. She got out and made her way to his car. She looked incredibly beautiful, her white skin contrasting with the black coat she was wearing. He stepped out of his car to open up her door. Once they were both inside the car, they started talking and mentally preparing themselves, for Quinn was sure Puck would also be at the reunion.

She still wasn't giving in but Blaine was certain she also had a thing for the boy with the Mohawk. He smiled to himself. Today was going to be a good night, he could feel it.

Kurt was helping Carole in the kitchen when they heard the door bells, indicating that someone had entered the diner.

"HOLY SHIT!" they heard Puck scream and Kurt understood that it meant that Blaine and Quinn had arrived.

He felt his stomach drop but brushed it off. Finn walked into the kitchen with a small smile on his lips.

"Hey, dude, Blaine's here."

Kurt got out after Finn and saw that Puck was attempting to talk to Quinn who was suppressing her laughter as she saw the bowy in front of her struggle for words. Blaine was looking at them with a smirk and when he sensed their presence, he turned to look at Kurt and Finn.

He smiled at Kurt and waved at him.

"Hi!" he said cheerfully. Kurt smiled back and went to greet him properly. All of a sudden, his parents were near him expecting to be introduced. He rolled his eyes and turned to look at Blaine.

"Blaine, you know my mom. This is my dad, Burt Hummel. Dad, this is Blaine."

"Nice to meet you, sir. Thank you for having us." Blaine gave a dashing smile and Burt couldn't help but like the kid.

"Not a problem, kid. We're glad you're here and we finally get to meet you," answered Burt as they shook hands.

After a while, everyone was chatting pleasantly, creating a wonderful atmosphere. Kurt's dad was incredible and caring. His stepmom was incredibly sweet and reminded him of his own mother. He could tell Quinn was also having a good time talking to Puck, who looked completely mesmerized. Finn and Rachel were setting everything on the joined tables in the middle of the diner and he and Kurt were sitting on a booth, talking about random stuff.

Kurt kept laughing at Blaine's comments. He had rested his elbow on the seat and his hand was gently stroking the curls on Blaine's head, freeing them from their gelled prison. Blaine tried very hard not to pay attention to the gesture but he was feeling flustered. Kurt wasn't really making a move r one could even say he was doing unconsciously r but that didn't stop Blaine's heart from speeding up.

Once dinner was ready, they all took seats and dove into the delicious meal. They all laughed and talked at the same time and Blaine suddenly was hit with a feeling of belonging. It felt like he had known these people all his life. He turned to look at Kurt who was seating beside him and was admonishing his father for eating more calories than he should. Burt was just laughing at Kurt's annoyed expression. Blaine smiled fondly and realized he truly loved Kurt. Even if the older boy didn't feel the same way for him, he was glad to be a part of his life. It had allowed him to be there tonight, surrounded by such wonderful people.

Blaine had had a feeling it would be a great evening.

He was right.

The next day, Blaine woke up early and decided to go to the park. Every now and then, he'd like to go sit on a bench and draw whatever scene was unfolding before him. Today just felt like the type of day to do exactly that. He left a note to his parents and left the house.

He found an empty bench and sat but instead of setting up his sketchbook, he began reminiscing on the events of the night before. He had spent a wonderful time with Kurt's family and friends. He had been blown away by the warmth and love that enveloped the boy he was in love with. That just made him even more curious. What could have possibly happened to Kurt to make him like this if he was surrounded by such loving parents, a supportive brother and amazing friends? Something didn't add up and he was more determined than ever to find out the truth.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, thinking of ways to bring up the subject to Kurt, but when he snapped out of his train of thought, he realized that the park was filling with people. It was getting too noisy, so he decided to return home.

When he got inside the house, his parents were in the kitchen beginning the preparations for Thanksgiving. His mom met his eyes and winked at him as a mischievous smile appeared on her face. He remembered his promise of telling her everything but he couldn't do it with his father in the room. He still hadn't figured out how he was going to tell him. Besides, they still weren't on the best terms after their last fight.

He went up to his room and got into the shower. After that, he started getting ready. He got some homework done and when he caught a glimpse of the clock, he realized it was almost six o'clock. Time had flown that day and just as he was about to get out of his room, his mom opened the door.

"I put your dad in charge of the turkey so I could come up. Hurry up and tell me all about last night."

Blaine's dad stood in the kitchen, waiting for the turkey to be ready when he started thinking about the last few weeks. He and Blaine had had a tough time. They used to get along just fine but lately, all they ever did was fight.

He made up his mind and went upstairs to apologize to his son. But when he got to the door, he heard him and his mom talking and froze on the spot.

"… he was awesome. We talked all evening. God, mom… I really am in love with him."

His hand shook as he reached for the knob. He pushed the door open and entered.

"What?"

Both of them jumped in surprise with startled looks on their faces. Blaine looked absolutely terrified.

"What did you say?"

"Dad… I…"

"What. did. you. say?"

"Harold, please… listen…"

"Are you gay, Blaine?"

Blaine was hit by the feeling of d�j� vu and he didn't like it. He suspected this time it wouldn't run as smoothly. His heartbeat was erratic and he felt panic creeping in. He couldn't even answer the question.

"Are you? HUH? Are you a fag?" his father's voice kept rising.

"Harold, don't you dare call him that!"

"ANSWER ME, BLAINE!"

"Yes, dad… b-but wait! Let me explain!"

His dad's face appeared to have turned into stone.

"You have nothing to explain, I won't waste my time listening to you."

"Harold!"

"I-I… Dad…"

"I did not spend my life raising you to become a queer!"

Blaine didn't know what to do. He couldn't believe his own father would say those things to him. He tried to say something, but his throat was dry and his eyes were watering.

"DON'T CALL HIM THAT!"

"SHUT UP, KATE!"

His father turned to look at him.

"Get out."

Blaine's eyes widened.

"What?"

"You heard me. No son of mine will turn into a queer."

Before his mom could come to his defense again, Blaine spoke up.

"I am gay but I'm not going to let you insult me for it."

"Shut up and get out."

His mother stepped between them.

"He is not going anywhere. He's your son, Harold!"

"There's no way he is my son if he decides to choose that disgusting lifestyle."

Anger crept into Blaine's body at that phrase and he fired back.

"You think I chose this? You think I woke up one day and said 'Hey, you know what? I should be gay!'? Are you that stupid?"

"Do not push me. And to think I had come here to make peace with you." His father laughed bitterly.

"But this I won't accept…" he shook his head, "I'm disappointed in you."

Blaine felt like he had just been stabbed. He turned to grab a bag and stuffed some clothes and his drawings in it.

"Blaine, stop. You are not going anywhere!" His mom said frantically, her eyes darting between him and her husband.

"It's okay, mom. I have somewhere to go."

"But this is your house! You are not leaving!" she turned to look at her husband, "Harold, stop this nonsense right now! He is your son, dammit!"

"He is no longer my son."

Blaine shook his head in disbelief as he zipped his bag. He made his way to the door and turned to look at his father.

"You're the disgusting one."

Suddenly, his father slapped him. His mom gasped loudly and went to Blaine's side. His father stood still with an icy look.

"I never want to see you again."

Tears of anger and disbelief came down Blaine's face as he replied.

"Don't worry, you won't."

He turned to look at his mom who was also crying.

"I'll call you, mom. I'm sorry for ruining Thanksgiving."

"Blaine… No, wait…" his mom sobbed, trying to stop him.

He went down the stairs, ignoring the frantic calls from his mother and ran out of the house and into the night.

Kurt parked his car in his usual spot and got out. He still felt completely full from the incredible amount of food he had eaten. Even if he was always aware of the calorie count and tried to remain healthy, he made an exception for the holidays. Besides, Carole always made absolutely exquisite meals. He couldn't help himself.

Just as he was reminiscing on his family dinner, he noticed a silhouette on the sidewalk. He squinted his eyes as he approached his building, trying to make out who the person was. All of a sudden, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Blaine? What are you doing here?"