"Yes, you can." Kurt took one hand off the steering wheel and used it to grip Blaine's thigh, making eye contact for a moment before returning to look at the road. He had decided to drive when it became apparent that Blaine couldn't sit still long enough to start the car, let alone drive it to his house.

Kurt sighed as he pulled into Blaine's driveway, watching his boyfriend twist his fingers together out the corner of his eye. Of course he was nervous too, but right now Blaine needed him so his insecurities could wait. Kurt put the car into park and twisted in his seat to face Blaine.

"Blaine, look at me." He took Blaine's hands to stop their movement, a serious tone in his voice. "Everything will be fine. No matter how he reacts we will still have each other, and if he can't accept you then he doesn't deserve to have someone as amazing as you as a son. Just remember that I'm here, I always will be." Placing his hand on the back of Blaine's neck, he pulled him close and kissed his forehead.

"Let's do this." There was a slight tremor in Blaine's voice but the resolve in his eyes was solid. He clenched his jaw and they both got out the car.

Kurt waited at the bottom of the garden path, grasping Blaine's hand as they walked side-by-side. His palms were clammy and Kurt could feel that he was practically trembling, but he knew Blaine had made up his mind about this.

After they had entered the house, Kurt taking the key from Blaine's shaking fingers, they headed straight for the study, knowing they would find Mr Anderson there. Stopping just inside the door, Kurt took a moment to whisper 'courage' in Blaine's ear before they turned to face his dad.

"Erm, Dad, I need to talk to you" The nerves were clear in Blaine's voice and Kurt wished he could just whisk his boyfriend away and protect him from the world. "It's really important so..." Blaine trailed off when his father didn't look up, or even acknowledge his presence at all.

"Mm, that's lovely Blaine. Why don't you tell me about it later." Kurt frowned at his absolute indifference. It really pissed him off how Mr Anderson didn't know a single thing about his son, and didn't care to know either.

"Mr Anderson, Blaine is trying to tell you something important. The least you could do is listen." Kurt had spoken out of term but he didn't regret it. He knew how amazing Blaine was, and he was determined to make Mr Anderson understand as well.

"Excuse me?" Mr Anderson finally looked up, glaring at Kurt. "Who do you think you are to tell me what to do in my own house?"

"Look Dad, now we've got your attention, there's something I need to tell you." Blaine seemed to be summoning every ounce of courage he had, twisting his fingers and biting his lip, something he never usually did.

"Well?" Mr Anderson asked impatiently, his fingers trailing across the desk behind him slowly, heading for his phone. Blaine was positively grey but he sucked in a breath and spoke in a weak voice.

"Dad, I lied to you earlier. Kurt isn't just my friend; he's my b-boyfriend. Dad, I'm gay."

There was complete silence as Mr Anderson stared between them, his eyes lighting upon their linked hands.

"What?" His lip curled and he turned to face them fully, clenching his fists on his knees. "I know you're always craving attention Blaine but this isn't funny."

"I-I'm serious dad. I lov-"

"Don't you dare!" Mr Anderson hissed, glaring at his son as if he had just announced that he was a serial killer.

"But Dad-"

"Shut up! I always knew you were a disappointment but this is ridiculous! No son of mine will ever be a faggot. You sicken me, you're just a worthless piece of-"

"Excuse me!" Kurt cut across, he was livid, his anger more than matching that of Mr Anderson. "I've known Blaine for a mere few months. You've known him his whole life, and yet I already know so much more about him than you will ever take the time to find out. He is an amazing person. He's kind and generous and caring and all he ever tries to do is impress you. To show you that you can be proud of him. And every time he tries, you shoot him down and ignore him. And now he's trying to tell you something important, and you can either push him aside again and destroy his confidence, or you can accept him, and have a relationship with your son. It's up to you, but so far you are doing a shit job and I can't believe how insensitive and hard-headed you're being!" Kurt stood there panting, having released all his anger.

Mr Anderson was stunned for a second before his hand shot out and he slapped Kurt across the face. The pale boy clasped his hands to his cheeks as it turned red, staring with wide-eyed shock at the furious man before him.

"Don't you dare tell me how to raise my son! You don't know anything about our personal lives. Being gay is wrong and I have the right to teach my son right from wrong."

Blaine stepped forward; wrapping his arms around Kurt's shoulders and pulling him slightly back away from his father, fear in his eyes.

The contact between the two boys only enraged Mr Anderson further, and he glowered at his son.

"You're a disgrace. Get out of my house; I don't ever want to see you again. And take that faggot with you." He gestured at Kurt, his face almost purple with rage.

Blaine sucked in a deep breath, before turning to face his father.

"You know, I really hate that word." He growled. "Kurt isn't a faggot, and neither am I. Just because you're being a homophobic asshole doesn't mean being gay is wrong. Come on Kurt, we're leaving."

Twining his fingers in Kurt's, Blaine led them out the room, hesitating briefly before pulling Kurt into the kitchen. The study door slammed shut behind them and they heard Mr Anderson roar loudly from within.

"What are we doing in here? I thought we were leaving." Kurt sounded on the verge of tears so Blaine pulled him into his arms, whispering in his ear.

"Thank you for standing up for me love. You're amazing. But we need to get some ice on your cheek. I know you don't want it to bruise." He made Kurt sit on one of the kitchen stools before rummaging around in the freezer, gathering some ice and wrapping it in a tea towel before pressing it to Kurt's cheek and telling him to hold it there. He sat down on the stool next to his boyfriend and ran his hands through his hair.

"What am I gonna do now? It's lucky I'm boarding at Dalton cos I'm pretty sure I'm not welcome here anymore."

"You'll stay with me." Kurt used his free hand to grip Blaine's knee comfortingly. "Whenever you're not at Dalton, or if you just want to be somewhere more like home you can come to my house. I'm sure Carole and my dad won't mind."

"Really? That would be amazing, thank you." He leaned forward and kissed Kurt's cheek that wasn't covered by ice, before pulling him to his feet. "Let me just grab some stuff and we'll get out of here."

Once they reached Blaine's room again, Kurt sat on the bed and watched his boyfriend gather essential clothes and other things as the ice slowly numbed his face. Blaine shoved them all into a large rucksack he had from when he had gone camping years ago with his youth group and they left the room.

"Hang on a sec." Blaine paused at the top of the stairs before turning and striding into his parents bedroom. Rifling through the various drawers he found what he had been looking for and stuffed the large wad of cash into his pocket. He didn't endorse stealing, but right now he just wanted to get back at his dad, and he would need the money. Reaching Kurt again, he pulled his bag onto his shoulder and clasped his hand as they descended the stairs and left the house.