"No. No, absolutely not." Mr Anderson paced the living room floor, his hands making slashing movements in front of him. "You're too young, you don't know what you want yet."

"Dad, I do. I know." Blaine said, with growing irritation. He was sat on the couch beside his mom and looked to her, slightly exasperated. "I know you still hope this is just a phase but it's not. Kurt's everything that matters to me."

"No," Mr Anderson said again, firmly, as he turned to face Blaine. "Look. I can't tell you how happy I am that you're clear, and I understand you're feeling the need to grab life by the horns. But there's no way I'm going to let this happen."

"Let this-?"

"Quiet," he snapped, and turned to his wife. "What do you think about this, dear?"

Mrs Anderson's eyebrows rose. Her hands were folded on her lap, her jaw clenched, eyes fixed with a frightening ferocity on her husband. "What do I think?" Her voice was strong and full of daggers, every one of them aimed at Mr Anderson. "Well, I'm glad you asked." She stood up and walked towards her husband, jabbing her finger at him. "I think I'm sick of pretending I don't hear your little remarks. I think it's about time we acknowledged that you're homophobic. And I think Blaine should be allowed - and encouraged - to go after what makes him happy."

For a long, breathless moment Blaine watched his Dad stare, dumbfounded, at his wife. Then it all started again.

"Jen, you're being ridiculous. Of course he should be happy, but this isn't the way to go about it!"

"No?"

"No."

"And what makes you think you know what makes Blaine happy better than he does? When was the last time you had decent, in depth conversation with him?"

"I don't need to talk about it; I'm not standing for this! It's not natural!"

The room was struck by another pause, during which Mrs Anderson's eyes widened and she leant back slightly. Blaine's stomach felt like it was about to fall out of his butt. All was silent for a few breaths.

"Natural?" Mrs Anderson said eventually, like she couldn't believe it. "Natural?" She was speaking in a tone that Blaine had never heard before, but one that was pushing Mr Anderson back, and down. "Get out," she snapped, her hand whipping out to the side, her index finger extended towards the door.

"Jen, don't, you're overreacting. Let's talk about this."

Blaine had never seen his dad beg before.

"There's nothing to talk about. I want you out."

Another terrible silence. Blaine's parents stared at each other, his mom's arm still outstretched, his dad slowly caving until, head bowed, he grabbed his coat and left.

Blaine's mom exhaled deeply, placing her hands on her hips, and turned to face him. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah. Mom, you didn't have to-"

"Oh, shush. It's about time, anyway." She smiled sadly, sitting down and putting an arm around his shoulder. "Things haven't been right for a long time, but that was the last straw." She kissed the top of Blaine's head. It was shaping up to be a fairly eventful day.

Mr Schuester took to the floor and the familiar chatter died down. "Hey guys. I hope you all had a great weekend, but we need to stay focussed. National's is right around the corner and we need to be prepared." He said as he handed out lyric sheets.

"Um… Mr Schue?" Blaine raised his hand. "Before we get started, can I make a quick announcement?"

"Go ahead."

Will took a seat at the side of the room and Blaine stood and faced the others. They watched him with rapt curiosity, the intrigue most evident on Kurt's face than anyone else's. "I'm sure you've all heard by now about my… predicament." There were a few sympathetic nods and averted glances. News had travelled fast, and each person was conscious of the fact they weren't supposed to know. "But I got a call from the hospital this morning and… it's official. I'm clear." He let out a laugh, his face bursting into a grin. A couple of the others gasped, some cheered, some applauded. Blaine watched Kurt as his hand clamped over his mouth. Kurt's eyes widened, then crinkled at the sides when he smiled. He got to his feet and stepped forward to pull Blaine into a tight embrace.

"Are you busy after school?" Blaine asked after a little while. "I want to take you somewhere."