Kurt and Blaine spent their Sunday afternoon watching movies in the living room with Aaron. Sometimes Blaine would rest his head on Kurt's lap, sometimes it was the other way round. One thing for sure was that little Aaron was watching them acting. They hadn't told him they were together. Not that they didn't want to; it just didn't came up. They did not want to scare the kid away. But after the night they had on Saturday, it just didn't matter, they HAD to be in contact, to feel the other closeness.

They were in the middle of Les Choristes, Kurt was keeping saying how he preferred Maunier's voice to Beyoncé's.

"She just can't sing "Vois sur ton chemin" right... "he kept saying "I mean, her accent it horrible! Why did they chose her to sing at the Academy awards, I'll never understand. At least they didn't dub the movie!"

Between two of Kurt's ranting speeches, Aaron spoke:

"I think it's nice..."

"What is nice, chéri?" Kurt asked "Not Beyoncé speaking French, I hope!"

"No... Not that... That you two are together... You both seem happy" Aaron responded, smiling

During the month he lived there, Blaine had never seen Aaron smiling. He knew he was able to, Kurt had told him many stories about him and Aaron talking and joking (apparently, the smaller boy was able to laugh), but he was glad that his happiness was able to reach other people.

"So it doesn't bother you?" Kurt asked

"Why would it bother me?" the younger boy asked, question marks in his eyes

"'Cause we're two boys... and foster brothers" Blaine said, hoping that getting involved in the conversation wouldn't get Aaron to shut down completely

"You're not really brothers...You don't have the same mom and dad. And you're happy together! Kurt is happy! Why would that bother me?" Aaron answered with the honesty only a 7 year old boy could have.

"Because, chéri, there is some people in this world who would think that it's wrong for us to be together" Kurt said, softly.

"People are stupid" Aaron stated, ending the conversation.

They finished watching their movie, Kurt crying softly during the ending, because who wouldn't? At this moment, Burt entered the room. He was coming back from the shop. Very often he had to work on Sundays at this time of the year. Soon, they would be buried in snow and people needed good tires.

"Hey, boys! Come help me out and set everything in the living room!" Burt said "I stopped to grab some fried chicken on my way home. Didn't feel like making dinner"

Kurt rolled his eyes at the mention of said chicken. He guessed that if he didn't eat the fried breading it should be fine.

They all ate without much talking, watching some game on TV. When they were all done eating, Aaron excused himself and went into his room upstairs to finish some school projects.

Blaine and Kurt helped Burt cleaning everything up, mostly putting everything in the trashcan because they haven't used any plates. When both teenagers wanted to excuse themselves too, to get some alone time together before going to sleep, Burt stopped them:

"I need to talk to both of you. Sit down!"

Wondering what could possibly happen, they settled into the couch again, an inch apart. They were all silent, the three of them, for about a minute before Kurt dared to speak

"Is there something wrong, dad?

-Not really... I just wanted to talk to you boys" Burt said "I know you two are together... I just want to make sure you are not, maybe, moving too fast..."

From the corner of his eyes, Kurt saw Blaine turning so red he thought he might explode from the blood pressure inside his brain.

"Wh-why would you ask that?" Kurt risked

"I hea- yesterd- Well... Let's just say I've gathered some... hum... evidence of your late night activities the laundry this morning...

-Oh..." was all Kurt managed to say while Blaine seemed to have lost contact with reality.

"Yeah..." Burt managed to respond.

After a horrible awkward silence, Burt spoke again

"So, my guess is that you're comfortable around each other; even if you haven't been together for more than three weeks now. Just be sure that if – if it moves further-

-Dad, please don't!" Kurt pleaded, not quite ready to have this conversation with his dad yet

"Kurt I think you both need to hear those things..." Burt explained

"Blaine, help me here!" Kurt pleaded

"I think your dad's kind of right, sweetie..." Blaine said vaguely, avoiding Kurt's gaze.

"Do you have anything to do with this painful conversation?" Kurt asked his boyfriend

"Maybe..." Blaine said

"We... Need... To... Talk!" Kurt said, spacing each words in his anger

"Point is, Kurt, wait as long as you want, okay?" Burt said "I know you love each other... It's been showing since you two met! But don't do things only to please the other! You both matter, okay? The pleasure you can get is great... Just don't put feelings aside... Just- just remember that... And both of you, use protection to if- well- if needed... Okay?

-You done?" Kurt asked sharply

"Yes, Kurt, I'm done" Burt said, slowly, sighing in relief. This had been as hard for him as it was for the two lovers.

"Great!" Kurt said his tone still as sharp as a knife. He then looked at his father with ice cold blue eyes. Burt then disappeared saying that he needed to look over Aaron's homework.

"What was that all about?" Kurt said, keeping himself from yelling

"Your father cornered me this morning, before going to the shop... You were in the shower" Blaine explained "He- he asked me if I pushed you into anything... I explained to him that I was afraid I was... He did look angry... But I told him I asked you first!"

Seeing Kurt's face, Blaine added in a hurry:

"He already knew what we did yesterday..."

Kurt couldn't believe his ears. He didn't know if he should just be angry at his father or just glad that Burt didn't kill Blaine even if he had the opportunity. Then something came up to his mind:

"I guess we had it coming... My father's too... I mean... He gave us permission to sleep in the same room on week-ends...

-So you're not angry?" Blaine asked

"Not anymore, honey." Kurt stated "I just can't believe my father didn't speak to me first... And that I just had a sex talk with him... With my boyfriend present in the same room...

-I guess he didn't want to make that twice..." Blaine pointed out

Kurt chuckled and leaned to his boyfriend for a kiss.

"Ewwww! At least get don't do that!" They heard Aaron say a few moments after their lips started to move together "Kissing is gross!"

Both teenagers laughed and stood up to take the kissing session in Kurt's bedroom. Open minded seven years old or not, kissing was still the grossest thing two people could do together.

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When Kurt and Blaine arrived from school on Wednesday, a familiar car was in the driveway. It was Liz, Blaine's social worker and a Hummel family friend since they started this whole Foster Care adventure.

When they entered the house, both boys immediately made their way to the kitchen, where they knew Liz would be, talking with Burt.

"Hey boys! How are you doing?" the kind woman asked

"We're fine, actually" Blaine responded for both of them.

"I heard that you're having fun times!" Liz said, a glimpse of light in her eyes

"Dad!" Kurt said, shocked.

"Well, is it true or not?" Liz replied, instead of Burt.

Neither Blaine nor Kurt responded to that; this was more a rhetorical question anyway.

"My point exactly" the social worker said, laughing. "Just know that it's not illegal! If you two had been in a Reform School or something like that, it would have been considered normal!" she added.

"Why are you here, though? Is everything okay?" Kurt asked, trying to change the subject

"Yeah... Just wanted to see how everything was going here. It's been a month since Blaine arrived. I just wanted to make sure he was okay. Not that I had any worries, knowing you, Hummels, but it is my job"

They then spoke about school and how Blaine was adapting. They recounted their sectionals adventures, including the big outbreak at Mercedes' house.

"Kurt, promise me you'll speak to that Santana girl soon!" Liz said "I can feel your angriness from here

-Well, I am still angry at her!" Kurt simply replied "Okay, I'll speak to her... Eventually" he promised when he saw Burt giving him a pointed look.

"Well! It's almost time for me to go!" the woman said, looking at her watch "But before I do, Blaine, can I speak to you alone, please?

-Hum... Sure!" the curly haired boy said.

Liz and Blaine made their way to Blaine bedroom for more privacy. It wasn't uncommon for a social worker to take a kid to somewhere private, to be sure that everything was alright. Make sure that he was not lying in front of his foster parents saying that everything was fine. Not worrying, Kurt started to make dinner, hushing his father to the living room. He needed the space to take over the kitchen correctly.

About fifteen minutes later, he heard voices rise from Blaine's room. Then he unmistakably heard Blaine voice ringing through the house.

"NO IT'S NOT OF THEIR FUCKING BUSINESS! THEY DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

He then heard a door closing and someone walking down the stairs. A few moments later, Liz arrived in the kitchen to speak to Kurt

"Had Blaine spoke to you about everything that happened to him?" She said, going straight to the point

"No... Not yet" Kurt answered.

"That will make it harder, then..." Liz said "He's not in a very good mood... Sorry about that..."

-Why, what happened?

-Not my place to tell Kurt. If you don't know anything, I can't tell you. I wish I could, but I can't." The woman replied. She then looked at her watch again and went out of the kitchen, saying goodbye in a rush.

Knowing that now would not be the best moment to go up and see Blaine, Kurt finished making dinner. He called Aaron so the boy could set up the table. When dinner was ready, he went upstairs to tell Blaine that if he wanted, he could come downstairs to eat.

"I'm not hungry" the other teenager answered, not even bothering to open the locked door.

"I'll save you some for later, then" Kurt said through the door

"Yeah... you do that!" Blaine said the emotion in his voice undecipherable.

Without answering, Kurt went downstairs reminding himself that Blaine was not angry at him, but to some people, apparently not caring about him.

"His parents, I guess" Kurt muttered, more for himself than for his father.

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Dinner went fine, until dessert.

A light bulb lit up in Kurt's head. Burt knew Blaine's story. Why wasn't he doing anything right now to help one of his foster son? Why Blaine was still in his room, alone, without someone to talk to? He obviously wanted to keep everything for himself, but if Burt knew everything, why should it matter to Blaine, he could speak to Blaine and everything would be okay!

"Dad, you need to speak to Blaine right now! He's not feeling well!" Kurt said, out of the blue "I know it seems to you that he's just going stuff in his room, but he's not in the mood and I think that -

- I know Blaine is not feeling well! I'm not blind you now" Burt responded, patiently

"Why aren't you doing anything then?" Kurt whispered. It always seemed like he was angrier when he was whispering.

"Because when Liz left, she told me one thing...

-And what was it?

-Apparently, Blaine said that he didn't want anyone but you up there tonight. I want to respect that. That's all"

Kurt didn't know what to say. Of course, now that he was thinking about it, his father never let anyone in need without a good reason. He felt bad for being angry for nothing.

"Oh... O-okay... I'll try – I'll try to speak to him then" Kurt stuttered. "Sorry dad..." he added

"It's okay... I know you care about the kid... Next time, just don't get angry this quickly, okay?" the older man said, while Kurt nodded.

He left the kitchen, knowing his father would clean up and he made his way upstairs, again. This time, he knocked and asked his boyfriend if he could come in. He heard some steps from inside the room, then a door unlocking. It didn't open though but Kurt took its unlocking as an invitation to enter the bedroom so he turned the handle as he heard some more steps.

"Blaine" Kurt said softly "you okay, honey?

"I hate them" the hazel eyed boy said, from his spot on his bed

"Who?" Kurt asked

"My parents..." Blaine said

"Why?

-'cause they did this to me" Blaine simply said.

He didn't know why, but Kurt felt like Blaine was ready to tell him everything.