PoV Blaine:

"Why did you never think about having children yourself... and, why did you come back to me?"

I gasped lightly. I had expected questions like, personal questions to get to know each other better, but this... He really caught me there.

"Um..." I didnt really know how to explain any of this. Sure, I could just tell him the truth and mention my abusive father and my mother who barely spoke since she was afraid to get hit by him. But actually I never wanted to talk about that ever again. I had left my family behind me the moment they threw me out of the house.

"Im sorry. I didnt mean to make it come out so blunt and... harsh." Kurt apologized right away, sighing quietly.

"Its a long story and I don-"

"Ive got time." Kurt cut me off, kissing Elijahs head and rocking him lightly. "Look, I just want to understand whats been going on in your head that day when you practically threw me out of here the moment I mentioned the word baby. Because now youre letting me stay with you so you can take care of the baby and me and to be honest..its confusing. Not that Im not happy that youve changed your mind about being a father." Kurt said softly, shifting to get in a more comfortable position.

And again. I was kind of speechless and didnt know what to say. I guess this was the point where I just had to explain myself to not get anything more confusing.

"Look, Kurt..." I hesitated, taking a deep breath as I ducked my head a little. "Before I met you I was a complete different person. I was pretty much married to my work, which I kind of still am, I only slept with men to forget about the stress I had at work and to have fun, and I never ever even considered having a family." I started off. "I didnt want a boyfriend back then, and even if I did, I never had the time to go on dates." I explained with a small shrug, glancing back up at Kurt.

"Why did you never consider a family? Is it just because of your work?" Kurt asked, frowning a little.

"No, god no. It has other reasons." I shook my head, scratching my neck lightly. "When I was younger, I used to want to make my father proud, yknow? I had good grades in school, I was good at singing, I could play piano and I had the perfect look to get every girls attention...but I knew with fourteen that I wasnt into girls and that I felt rather attracted to guys my age and older. But of course I hadnt told my dad then." I sighed, thinking back. "On my sixteenth birthday I invited the guy I was crushing on and I knew that he liked me back, secretly. We had a lot of fun goofing around and all that stuff but when the others were busy eating cake, and my parents were talking to others, I sneaked out of the out of the room with him and we went to my bedroom. He made me a lot of compliments and told me how pretty I looked today... and asked me if he could kiss me. Of course I said yes and thats when my parents walked in and caught us kissing." I swallowed thickly, running a hand through my hair before I continued. "My mom was pretty much speechless and nicely asked Tyler, my crush, to leave. I was blushing like crazy because whod want to be caught during your first kiss, right?"

Kurt nodded quickly.

"Right. Well, unfortunately my dad ended my birthday party, telling everyone that I wasnt feeling good, and thats when I realized what was going on. The moment the last of my guests left, my father turned around and hit me, asking me what the fuck I was doing with that guy. I started crying because I didnt understand why he got so angry at me. I told him that Tyler and I liked each other and that we just kissed and nothing more happened. He freaked out even more and when he was about to walk to his room I just said Dad, Im gay." Tears were welling up in my eyes now, but I wanted to finish this - now or never. "T-Then he walked back over to me, asking me to repeat. I did. I said it clear and loud and even asked why he got so pissed because of that. He just laughed, saying I was confused and it was some phase and that I was too young to understand a single thing about love." I laughed sarcastically, shaking my head lightly. "But I told him I wasnt confused and it was real. I begged my mom to say something, begging her to tell him he was wrong...but she kept quiet. She didnt even look at me and..thats- thats when he said exactly those words: As long as you keep saying youre gay, you are no longer my son." At this point I was crying, still trying to hold back and not let Kurt see me like this. I stood up from the couch, walking over to the huge glass wall and leaning against it with my back turned to him.

I didnt notice when he stood up and brought Elijah into the guest room, carefully closing the door, before he walked over to me. He placed a hand on my arm, turning me around to face him. He didnt say a word, he just stood there and looked at me, telling me with his eyes that he understood - that he was there for me.

I let myself fall into his arms, sobbing quietly. Even though I told myself to be strong for Kurt and Elijah, it was hard to keep my feelings inside for now. Telling Kurt about my father was hard and it made me realize that even though I pretended to not care, that I did. I did care all those fifteen years I didnt hear from my family.

"Im so sorry," Kurt whispered and pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, his arms tightly wrapped around me. It felt good to have someone that actually cared around. He was the first person to tell this story that sadly was real, even if it seemed like some nightmare.

"D-Dont be," I shook my head and pulled back, realizing that I was still only in my underwear but was too caught up in crying that I couldnt care less. "Its not your fault."

"It is...I brought up old memories and I didnt want that." He said, following me into the bedroom where I grabbed pants and a hoodie to get dressed up. I wiped off my tears and took a deep breath, trying to not let this get to me any further than it already had.

When I got dressed I walked over to my bed, sitting down, Kurt doing the same. I put my head in my hands. "I never saw him again after that..."

Slowly leaning into Kurt as he pulled me into a hug, I smiled sadly. "But lets- *sniff* lets talk about something else." I said finally, pulling back to sit upright again. "Maybe, um... well, you wanted to talk about us, right?"

"Blaine...we dont need to do that now," Kurt said, reaching out to take my hand, gently squeezing it. I smiled and squeezed it back, shaking my head.

"But I want to." I shrugged.

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PoV Kurt:

"But I want to." He said, causing me to sigh lightly.

"Okay, well..I dont quite know where to start." I admitted, looking down at our hands and smiling as I noticed just how perfectly they fit together.

"Well, okay...um, how about you just tell me about yourself? And then Ill tell you about me?" Blaine suggested, pulling his legs up on his bed and giving me his full attention.

"Fine. Ill give it a try," I nodded and looked up at him, "Im Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, Elizabeth because I was named after my mother. Im 20 years old, but I think you already knew that. Im working at Vogue, which you also already knew because you seem to be quite close with Isabelle...but continuing. My hobbies are singing, sometimes dancing and since I gave cooking a try I seem to be very good at it." I chuckled, shrugging lightly.

"Well, what can I say. Isabelle and I almost like brother and sister." He smiled. "But what about your family? Well, I met your brother but what about parents?"

"Oh, right. My mother died when I was younger but my dad re-married my now step-mom Carole. Shes a nurse and like a real mom to me. My father has his own shop, I think I mentioned that once or twice, but what I didnt mention is that he can be really... well, protective. And he actually wants to meet you sometime."

I saw him smiling and nodding, feeling the nervousness in the air. I gave his hand a squeeze again. "Look, Im not saying it has to be in the next few days, weeks or anything alright? Im just saying that my dad wants to meet the father of my baby, and most likely my baby. Hell be here next Friday on Christmas, but you dont have to be-"

"Its okay Kurt. I understand." He nodded and sighed softly. "I want to meet him too, but when you say protective..." he trailed off, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, he just wants whats best for me and wants me to be happy. Itll be fine I promise." I nodded and stroked the back of his hands with my thumb.

"But Im not whats best for you." Blaine said quietly, biting his bottom lip lightly. "Im a mess. Im sure your father doesnt want you to be with such a mess like me."

"Blaine..." I shook my head and shifted closer to him. "We may not know each other that well just yet, but what I know is that you made me happy already. You let me move in with you and decided to take care of Elijah and me; you made me so happy with that." I explained and looked back down at our hands.

"Really?" Blaine sighed, and I knew that he wasnt really believing what I said yet.

"Really." I confirmed, moving in closer and tilting his head up by his chin, pressing a soft and yet small kiss to his lips. "I mean every word I say."

His face light up with a small grin, nodding his head as he looked up at me. I could see the blush that was forming on his cheeks. "But I want us, whatever we are, to take things slow. Maybe... maybe go on dates to get to know each other better, alright?"

He nodded and reached out to pull me in for a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and sighed contently. This was a start of something new.