Kurt was lying on his back looking up at the sky. Blaine's head rested on his stomach. He was playing with Blaine's curls and Blaine was softly humming 'Teenage Dream'.

They were still outside and just had a delicious meal. He had used Blaine's sweater as some sort of pillow.

"You really should lose the hair gel Blaine, I like your hair better this way." He lifted his head slightly to look at Blaine.

"You know they won't let me. School policy." He turned his head so he was now looking at Kurt.

Kurt gave him an eye roll before letting his head fall back onto the sweater and closed his eyes.

Blaine lifted his head and rolled over so he was now lying onto Kurt. And suddenly their faces were only inches apart.

"Hi there." Kurt said as Blaine moved a little closer.

"Hi" The next thing Kurt felt, was Blaine's lips softly onto his.

Kurt placed his hands on the back of Blaine's neck, pulling him closer. Kurt heard soft footsteps but Blaine didn't seem to notice as he put one hand underneath Kurt's shirt. Kurt pulled away and Blaine groaned a little at the loss of contact.

"What's wrong?" Blaine gave him a worried look.

"You." They both froze when they heard a low man's voice. Blaine sat up and straightened his clothes. Kurt did the same, when he looked up he saw a man who looked like an older version of Blaine.

"You're home." Was all Blaine could declare.

"Yes, and I would appreciate it if you two could not show inappropriate behavior." He curtly responded.

"And what inappropriate behavior are we talking about, father? Do you mean I can't even kiss my boyfriend. If Cooper would bring a girl home, you would encourage him, not break him. When are you finally going to accept that this is what I am." Blaine looked furious.

"You're not normal, Blaine. And this," He pointed to Kurt. "is what satisfies you?"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and hold it up to his father. "This, father, is my boyfriend, and I damn well love him." Kurt squeezed his hand tightly. Mr. Anderson looked at them in disgust.

"You're not my son." Was all he said before turning around and walking back to the house.

When he was out of sight, Blaine collapsed into Kurt's arms.

"I don't know if I can do this anymore, Kurt." He sobbed onto Kurt's shoulder. "He's always like this, and I can't bear it anymore."

Kurt shushed him and pulled him away until there was enough space between them so Kurt could see his face. He lifted Blaine's chin so they were looking into each other's eyes.

"He has no right to say those things to you, but you can't let that bring you down. You still have your mother and Cooper, but most of all, you have me." Kurt pecked him softly on the lips.

"I love you so much, Kurt." He said between two sobs.

"I love you too, Blaine."

He let Blaine cry for several minutes all over his new outfit.

A little bit later they went back inside and headed straight to Blaine's room. Kurt wanted to go changed because his shirt was totally ruined, but apparently Blaine had other plans.

"Come here." He said patting the spot next to him on the bed.

"I have to go change Blaine. If you hadn't noticed, my shirt is covered in your snot and tears." Blaine stood up and started pulling Kurt's shirt over his head.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't wear a shirt at all." Blaine was looking at Kurt's chest.

"Blaine, honey, we're not doing this now. Your parents are in the house too, and we promised your mum we would be ready for dinner, and if I'm not mistaken we have exactly 10 minutes. I still have to change and work a little on my hair. We don't have time for this. Tonight, I promise." Blaine's eyes flickered a little when he heard Kurt mention that.

"Okay, go change, I'll wait here." Blaine walked over to the piano and left Kurt standing there. Kurt started walking towards the bathroom as he heard Blaine play the notes of 'When I Get You Alone'. Kurt saw the irony in it. He really had a crazy boyfriend.

7 t-shirts and 5 pairs of jeans later he was finally dressed. He quickly styled his hair and came out of the bathroom. Blaine had disappeared and Kurt felt left alone. There was no way he could get downstairs on his own, well maybe, but the chance that he would get lost, was really big.

"Blaine?" There was no response, Kurt opened the door to the hallway. He looked around the corner, but Blaine was nowhere to be found. He grabbed his phone and quickly typed in a message to Blaine. With a little luck Blaine would have his phone on him.

Where are you? I'm going to try to get downstairs. Hope I don't get lost. xxx ~Kurt

Kurt was trying to remember how he and Blaine had gotten to the room the past few time, but this house was really big. He first ended at a dead end, so he tried to go another way.

He finally saw the stairs when he heard the same voice as earlier. It was Blaine's father, he was screaming at someone.

Kurt got closer to the door, it wasn't fully closed so Kurt could see the tall man standing at the window with his phone in his hands. Kurt wanted to leave again but when he heard Blaine's name he stopped.

"....about Blaine....it just can't go on anymore....yes, yes I know....that's a good idea....maybe I should sent him, didn't it cure Dave's son?...yes, I see... I'll call them first thing tomorrow..."

Kurt couldn't believe what he just heard. He could make up out of the conversation that Mr. Anderson was thinking about sending Blaine to one of those horrible straight camps.

He ran back the way he came and ended up in Blaine's bed. He grabbed a pillow and cried into it.

Never had he heard such a thing. He knew enough, he was going to take Blaine from him. He couldn't lose Blaine, especially not because of this. It made Kurt sick. This man was not fit to be a father. He needed Blaine right now.

Please come back. I need you. I'm still in your room. xxx ~Kurt

He pressed sent and let his head fall back onto the pillow. Why did life always had to turn on him?