"Baby. You've got to pick up. You need to hear what she has to say," Kurt said softly and closed his hand soothingly around Blaine's wrist.

"I can't. I just -" Blaine stammered out, unaware of what he was trying to say, or even why he was afraid to talk to his mom, but the ringing died out and his brain felt like it was going into cramp.

Suddenly Kurt was on his feet and threw Blaine's underwear at him before starting to drag on his own. He quickly crawled back into the bed and folded Blaine's hand around his underwear to convince him that he should get it on.

As Blaine was struggling to clumsily get his boxers back on Kurt was strolling his fingertips comforting up and down his arm and his back.

"Now we're gonna take it easy, and you're gonna call your mom back to hear what she wants. It doesn't have to be as bad as you fear," Kurt said softly and Blaine let Kurt's voice roll under his skin to ease his nerves and fill his brain.

He didn't get any further though because there was a quiet knock and the door was opened a crack.

"Are you decent?" His mom asked and Blaine hid his face under the covers.

"Yes, Susan. We are," Kurt assured her, and Blaine could hear the door be closed and his mom's footsteps over the floor. He felt the bed dive a little as she sat down and he wondered how long it would take for him to die if he stayed under the sheets.

A hand carefully grabbed around the covers and pulled them away from Blaine's face. He could smell that it was Kurt and the embarrassment washed even harder in over him.

"Blaine. This isn't good. You can't hide here. Your father is bending over backwards downstairs. I suggest you get dressed and Kurt, you better get out of here, and then you and I, Blaine, will go see your father and try getting the situation under control before it goes completely over the edge," his mom said.

She wasn't angry or disappointed. All she wanted to do was help. Blaine wasn't sure whether he appreciated it or wanted to run away and never come back. Suddenly Kurt's idea of kidnapping him didn't seem so scary and stupid anymore.

"And seriously – I know times have changed and everything, but you could at least have waited until you were alone in the house. Now I've had to listen to a very vivid description of the image of your ass and... how close it was to my son's. That's not what a mom wants to hear," she said with a screwed up expression.

Thanks mom. Just what I need right now. Salt to the wound is always great, Blaine thought in shame with his face flaming.

"But really, all I am saying is... I didn't expect you to not have sex. It's only natural that you want each other. You just need to get a little hold of your timing. And I know that you aren't exactly going to get pregnant, but for gods sake, use protection, boys. You never know what other people have dragged with them," she said and everything inside of Blaine curled up.

If I throw up now maybe she'll shut up.

"We were tested. And Blaine never was with anyone but me. We're both clean, so..." Kurt said and Blaine wanted to clasp a hand over his mouth, or pinch him – or knock him out.

Why would he say something like that? That was a little too much information for a conversation that should never have happened in the first place.

"Good. Then – hump all you want, guys. Just make sure you're alone or everyone else is asleep. As much as I like you, Kurt, I am not prepared to see you naked – doing things to my son. Or my son doing things to you – or however you have this arranged," she said and shivered a little.

"Mom, really?! Oh god," Blaine whined and hid his face in his hands. He could not believe this was happening to him, and even less could he believe that Kurt was casually playing along like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Anyway, get dressed so we can get this over with. The sooner the better before the storm turns into a hurricane," she said and got to her feet.

She walked across the room to the door and opened to leave, but right before she did she turned around.

"I hope you at least have good sex. I mean, you must since you're so eager to do it, but..."

"Our sex is amazing, thank you very much," Kurt grinned and Blaine hurried to turn his back on them, not willing to be present anymore than necessary.

"Mom, leave now would you!" Blaine groaned and sunk into the pillow, hoping he could maybe suffocate himself in the sheets.

"Come on, baby. That wasn't so bad," Kurt cooed and slid further down the bed to hold around Blaine and kiss his shoulder as soon as the door clicked behind them.

"We can never have sex again," he said, completely catatonic.

"What?"

"Kurt, you just told my mom everything," Blaine winced, scared that the words even knew how to come from his mouth. His face was on fire and he suddenly felt like the most non-sexual human being on the planet.

"I didn't tell her everything. I was just telling her the truth in an attempt to ease her mind so you wouldn't have to sit alone with her questions later. I just wanted to avoid her being nervous about you getting sick..." Kurt sighed and to Blaine's horror he actually felt like he had a point.

"...or that you don't know how to work a cock," Kurt laughed and kissed Blaine's cheek.

"Kurt, please – are you planning on giving your family the video or what?" Blaine burst out, dissatisfied.

"Since your dad caught the live show it would only be fair," he chuckled and Blaine's face pained from the expression it made by the mention of his dad and what he had seen.

"I'm really sorry, baby. I never, ever wanted to make you uncomfortable – but I just thought that since your mom is being so cool about it and since she wants to help us, the least we can do is be honest with her. And now I just want you to ease up a little so you won't go down there and be all tensed," Kurt sighed and looked sincerely sorry.

Blaine only saw one thing left to do, so he started to pull on his sweatpants and hoodie from the night before, and he could sense that Kurt was following his lead behind his back. His face was still filled with bruises in black and purple shades, but at least his lip didn't look as horrifying anymore.

"Now let's go down there and have me killed. You can just ghost out the door," Blaine said and headed for the door.

"You aren't gonna be killed. It's gonna be fine, trust me. I love you, Blaine -" Kurt assured him and dragged him close to a kiss.

His lip was still warm and swollen against Blaine's, but his kiss was just as safe and good as always despite how much it had to be hurting to move his lip like that.

"I love you too. Thank you. You're the best boyfriend in the world," Blaine smiled and pecked his nose before going for the doorknob.

"I doubt it. All this crap that happens is always my fault. Oh and just a question -"

"What?" Blaine asked confused, feeling like they had been over pretty much everything by now.

"Can I really make a video of us? Cause I'm sure it would help me through some long, lonely nights," Kurt grinned and let his hand grab Blaine's ass playfully.

"Kurt, timing!"

xXx

It was like a thick blanket was covering the house. It felt like in one of those movies Blaine had seen in school about people who lived in Europe during the world wars; it was the same tensed atmosphere that filled up the halls.

"Just... call me later. It'll be fine. I'm sure it will," Kurt said and squeezed his hand before he turned to walk towards the front door.

"You! I want you the hell out of my house now! And if I ever hear about you contacting my son again your ass is gonna be a lot more sore than after regular Saturday night!"

Blaine froze when he heard his dad's voice behind him and he felt all blood leave his face when he saw Kurt go pale from the sight of the man behind his boyfriend. He wanted to tell Kurt to just hurry out before it turned ugly but he knew that it would only make things worse.

"No. You can't tell Kurt to go anywhere. Do you seriously think I'm gonna stop seeing him just because you're a little pissed?" Blaine growled as he turned around to face his dad, unconsciously shielding the way between his dad and Kurt.

He took a step back and grabbed Kurt's hand without his eyes leaving his dad for a second. Without realizing it his mom had joined them in the hall as well.

"Calm down, John. Let's just go to the living room and talk about it without anyone yelling at anyone," she said calmly, eyeing out the situation as good as possible.

"Don't tell me to calm down. I walk into my son's room and find him with a dick up his ass. I want that punk out of here now so we can discuss what's gonna happen to Blaine in the future," his dad said through gritted teeth, eyes like coal.

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean? Kurt is a good kid, and he makes Blaine happy. That's good enough for me, and it should be good enough for you, too -" Blaine's mom said and Blaine could sense that she was reaching the point of having a fit – a point he had only seen her reach when they saw a lady at the supermarket hit her 4 year old daughter.

He strengthened his grip on Kurt's hand and took half a step back so he could feel Kurt against him. He wasn't planning on letting go and he wasn't planning on letting his dad scare Kurt away.

"A good kid? You're trying to tell me that you knew about this all along?" Blaine's dad spat out, his voice like acid and his eyes lightning

"Yes, I did. Blaine and Kurt have been together for some time now. We were going to tell you – we just wanted to avoid this tantrum," his mom said and crossed her arms over her chest, her lips pursed and her eyes threatening.

"Dad, please listen -" Blaine tried carefully but was cut off.

"You mean you've known all along that our son – who's only a kid – have been having sex in our house?" He thundered, Blaine imagining the force of his voice would make the windows stir.

"Yes, John. I have. And they are being safe – I took them to be tested myself. They are both responsible and mature, and Blaine will be an adult in a year. You can't close your eyes to his sexuality anymore," his mom said and walked over to stand by Blaine and Kurt.

"Dad. You've known that for a few years now, this is just who I am," Blaine tried and he felt Kurt caressing his hand down his back, the feeling comforting like a promise that no matter what he wouldn't be alone.

"He's just rebelling. It's just a phase, Susan -"

"No it isn't, John! Your son is gay, and he's happy and in love with this sweet boy who loves him back. You need to accept that," she interrupted him. She wrapped her arm around Blaine and it felt like she was putting her foot down – saying that no matter what she would support Blaine in his choice of being with Kurt.

"I need a drink. I think – we should send Blaine out to be with Cooper for some time. He can do his schoolwork online. It wouldn't be the first time Dalton lets kids do that," his dad said and took his glasses off so he could rub a hand down his face.

"What good would that do? To send him away would only make him miss Kurt. You can't change who he is, or who he loves," his mom said with hopelessness filling her voice.

"For now – I'm gonna take the boys out, and then you can have a little time to calm down," she suddenly declared and grabbed her purse off the secretary.

She turned to Blaine and Kurt to gesture for them to go for the door. She said a heavy goodbye to her husband and followed them down the driveway to her car.

"I'm gonna take you out for breakfast and then we're going to your house, Kurt. Am I making myself clear? I wanna talk to your parents about how they stand. We need to make some sort of sense of this mess," she said when they were sitting in the backseat and she eyed them out in the rearview mirror.

They nodded sheepishly and locked their fingers on the seat between them. No one said anything on the entire drive and when they reached the cafe she always took Blaine to they kept quiet. They stuck to ordering and kept shut while waiting for their orders.

"I've been thinking, and I think maybe it would be a good idea for you to go stay with Cooper for a little while. As long as your dad needs to come to terms with the reality around him," she sighed and Blaine knew her well enough to see that she definitely wasn't saying it because she wanted to.

"This is bullshit!" Kurt groaned and put his juice glass a little harder to the table than he should have, making all the cutlery clink around the table.

"I beg your pardon?" Blaine's mom said shocked.

"Kurt!" Blaine gasped out just as shocked as his mom, anxious that Kurt had chosen such a time to show his mom the guy with the bad boy he was whenever he wasn't around parents. The guy with the bad language and the tattoo, the guy with the cigarettes and motorcycle. He wasn't really supporting his own case.

"Blaine shouldn't have to leave. He should stay here where he belongs. You can't just ship him off somewhere because his old man hasn't updated to 2012 yet," Kurt nearly growled and Blaine could feel him tense in the chair next to him.

"Kurt, calm down. Listen to me – if Blaine goes out to stay with Cooper for a week or something I'll have time to ease Blaine's dad into the thought that he can't change this. He needs some time, and if Blaine is home it will only be like waving a red flag in front of him," Susan said patiently, and Blaine was grateful that she wasn't blowing up the way his dad always did when someone didn't agree with him.

"Mom, I can't just go away. What about Kurt?" Blaine murmured his hand seeking towards Kurt's on the table.

"Really, Blaine? I'm pretty sure he's old enough to take care of himself. It's only a week, it's not like I'm sending you to war," she said with a raised eyebrow.

It sounded stupid, he knew that. A week was nothing compared to people living so far from each other that they only saw each other once a month or even less. Or people actually going to war, having to leave their spouse behind – but he and Kurt hadn't been without each other for more than a day, except for that one time when he thought they were over, and that was something he didn't want to repeat ever again.

"I know that this isn't the ideal way of solving it, but it sure won't solve anything if you stay home and he is constantly angered by... that little incident of yours," she said and took a sip of her coffee.

"Blaine can come stay at my place. I'm sure my dad wouldn't mind," Kurt rushed out, sending Blaine a glance that surely was meant to be hopeful, but it was obvious that he didn't believe it himself.

"No. First of all; I couldn't put that responsibility on your parents. Second of all; it will only make the situation worse when Blaine's finds out, and he will find out. I know it sucks, guys, but this is the reality of relationships – sometimes you have to be apart and do something you don't wanna do, but this is to save your butts," she told them and Blaine felt a knot in his throat.

"Thanks mom. And thank you for... lying for us back home. I never wanted you to lie to dad," Blaine said shyly, now being hit by how much his mom had put at stake to help him and Kurt be together.

"I know, but I know that the more support I show for you the easier it will be for him to get used to the thought that this is how it is. Are you ready to leave?"

xXx

It was weird to be at Kurt's house in his mom's car. Even more weird was it when she entered the house with them. Kurt led them down the hall to the kitchen where his dad, Carole and Finn were sitting by the table. It only took a few seconds before Rachel came tripping through the door.

"Dad, Carole – can I have a word?" Kurt asked with a nervous look around, and Blaine watched the confusion spread on the family's faces when they realized they had brought a woman with them.

"Kurt – what the hell happened to your face?" Burt exclaimed and looked horrified when he saw his son's appearance.

"I'll explain that later. It's nothing critical. Would you just come talk to us for a second?" Kurt hurried out.

Kurt's dad got to his feet and Carole was right behind him. They all went to the living room and Blaine stayed in the background shifting a little anxiously on his feet, but when Kurt grabbed his hand he was ready to run away. He had no idea what his mom wanted with Kurt's parents.

They all introduced themselves. When Susan mentioned that she was Blaine's mother it looked like a few puzzle pieces fell into place and it quickly seemed like they weren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved. Everyone went to sit down and Blaine was happy that he at least was allowed to sit next to Kurt.

"I'm guessing that you've known about the boys' relationship for quite a while now. And I want you to know that they have my full support. Kurt is a sweet and polite boy and I enjoy having him in our home – but since my husband only recently, under very unfortunate circumstances, found out about Blaine having a boyfriend, I supposed it was time for us to acknowledge each other's existence."

Blaine did his best to curl up against Kurt, his face hidden against Kurt's shoulder. Kurt put his arm around Blaine and he snuggled his nose into the crook of Kurt's neck.

And then they had to listen to their parents discuss the nature of their relationship. They talked about how long they had known about it, how long Burt had known about Kurt being gay in context to how long Blaine had been out. They talked over what they had talked to Kurt about sex and whether they knew about them being sexually active – all the things no one wants to witness their parents discuss about themselves.

"I'm pretty sure I'm gonna die now," Blaine mumbled against Kurt's shoulder and was determined to never look his, or Kurt's, parents in the eyes again.

"Get your ass together. We're gonna survive this," Kurt grunted into his hair and clenched a little tighter around his shoulder.

He could hear in his voice that Kurt was just as uneasy himself but was only trying to stay cool for Blaine's sake, which Blaine was happy about because he had no idea how he would even be conscious anymore if Kurt had been freaking just as much out as he was himself.

After what felt like hours suddenly Blaine's mom go to her feet next to them. Burt and Carole stood up themselves and Kurt gestured for Blaine that they should follow. Blaine had done his best to simply ignore what was they were talking about, so now that they were suddenly getting up he had no idea what was going on around them.

They followed their parents to the front door and it wasn't until Blaine realized that Kurt was clinging to his hand like he was afraid they would drift apart permanently. He turned his head and saw Kurt looking pale and worried.

"Kurt, what's going on?" He asked confused, and was struck hard when he saw Kurt's eyes flickering around.

"Blaine, I think we should go home so I can call Cooper and you can pack your stuff. If it works for Coop we'll drive this afternoon. Thank you so much for being so understanding and open," Blaine's mom said and shook hands with Burt and Carole who returned her thanks.

"What? No, mom. I can't just go away like that. I can't... I – I have Kurt and school," Blaine said panicky and took a step backwards.

"Baby, it's okay. I have a plan," Kurt whispered just loud enough for Blaine to hear, but low enough for their parents to not. His eyes were starry and penetrating Blaine's soul with that sharp piercing that only Kurt's eyes could do it, and for a moment Blaine felt like his knees were about to give in.

As much as Blaine knew that this was for his own sake and to help him – to make sure that he and Kurt could be together. But what was Kurt going to do? There was nothing he could do when he was in Lima and Blaine was on his way to New York City.

"Can uhm – can Blaine and I have a moment alone? To, you know, say goodbye," Kurt asked, his eyes only flickering to their parents before they were back to Blaine.

Their parents agreed, and it was like they were just waiting for someone to break down. Kurt smiled comforting at Blaine and led him to the living room they had all just left. He carefully pushed the door closed just enough to be sure that no curious eyes or ears were over them before he turned to throw his arms around Blaine's neck.

"Listen – it will be okay. It's only a week, honey. And if you need anything, if there's anything at all you can just call me. I promise, promise, that for once I will keep my phone close, and I will make sure it doesn't run out of battery. It's gonna be fine. Don't take it so heavy, babe -" Kurt crooned into his hear, his fingers caressing the tips of hair at the nape of his neck.

"No, Kurt – you don't understand. My dad could easily just arrange for me to move out to Cooper's, like, for good. He would do that, Kurt. He's my dad and... I love him, but he would do that, if he thought it would make me straight. He means well, he's just so old-fashioned and he doesn't get it," Blaine tried, slowly growing frustrated with how damn calm Kurt was being about this.

"Blaine! Would you shut the fuck up and get your head out of your ass for a moment?" Kurt snapped and backed away so he could cup around Blaine's face. His eyes very firm and steady, and for a moment Blaine wondered if he was simply going to dump to make everything much easier but quickly pushed the thought away because if there was one thing Kurt didn't do it was to bend down to make something easier – not if it was about them being together.

"Breathe, darling. Breathe – there you go. So your dad might be a jackass who won't let us be together, but you know what; I don't give a fuck. Let's just cooperate and be nice to not make the jerk even more pissed at us right now, but if there's any indication that he's just gonna send you away to never let you come back we'll figure something out. I promise," Kurt said firmly, close to cold.

"Okay. Okay -" Blaine nodded and tried collecting his thoughts.

"You are such a bitch. Did you seriously think I would just let someone take you away from me? I love you, stupid. You're mine – always," Kurt cooed warmly and placed a peck on his lips, his eyes back to soft and starry.

"I'm just scared and confused and this whole day suck. I'm sorry," Blaine said and pulled Kurt closer to press their lips together.

"Indeed it does. But Blaine, baby, just relax. Go have fun with your brother, and don't over-think it. Maybe your mom is right and it will all work out fine in a few days. And it's fucking 10 hours to drive to New York. Maybe he's already changed his mind when your mom comes back and you can just fly straight back home. But no matter what happens I promise that this won't mean anything for us. All this will be is a short vacation. You can go sightseeing or something and then you can tell me all about it over the phone when I call to say goodnight," Kurt grinned and brushed his fingers through Blaine's hair.

"I love you," Blaine smiled and wondered over how he occasionally noticed that Kurt was taller than him. It wasn't much in reality, but sometimes it made him feel so small, but at the same time safe in Kurt's arms, like this little bit of height made him much more able to protect him.

"I love you too. My knight in shining armor," Kurt smiled and kissed him again, but were interrupted by someone loudly clearing their throat behind them.

"Come on. It's time for us to leave before it gets too late," Blaine's mom said, standing in the door and rustling with her keys.

"I'll call you tonight. I promise. Text me all the way if you want," Kurt said and pressed a last peck to Blaine's lips before squeezing his hand so he could disappear out of the door behind his mom.