"My...my umm key wouldn't work." Blaine stammered as he shrunk beneath his father's gaze.

"Step inside." Richard said.

Blaine nodded and quickly followed his father into the foyer of the house. He stood awkwardly in the foyer unsure of what to do next.

"Why did you change the locks?" He asked quietly.

"Blaine we have something to discuss." Mr. Anderson replied, ignoring Blaine's question.

Blaine stomach twisted nervously but he nodded. "Ok,I will just take my bag upstairs and…" Blaine started before his father cut him off.

"Blaine, you are 18 and have been for three months. And while you're still in high school we're no longer legally bound as your parents due to your age. As of today you're no longer welcome under our roof."

Blaine couldn't believe his ears. He stood in the foyer and looked dumbly at his father;"You're...you're kicking me out?"

"You are more than welcome to stay if you agree to live by our rules." His father said his voice hard.
Blaine's head was spinning. He couldn't believe this was happening. "You're telling me this now? I start my senior year in like two days. Where am I supposed to go?"

"That is none of our concern, you chose to live a life that we don't approve of and now you are faced with the consequences."
Blaine's heart beat fast in his chest, "I don't understand." Blaine said lamely.

"For goodness sakes Blaine, it's not that hard." Blaine's mother had come into the foyer holding her obligatory glass of chardonnay.

"Mom?" Blaine looked up with tears in his eyes.

Mrs. Anderson didn't react to her son's tears; "Where were you this weekend Blaine?" she asked as she took another sip of wine.

Blaine looked up not understanding where his mother was going with that question; "I was in New York with Kurt."

"And I am more than sure you spent your whole weekend fucking him in the ass." she spat.

Blaine shrunk back from his mother's words.

"Caroline, go fetch me a drink. I'll deal with Blaine." Richard said as he pressed his fingers to his temple.

Caroline mumbled something that sounded a lot like faggot before disappearing into the kitchen.

"As, uncouth, as your mother is she is right; we cannot have you living in our house as long as you continue to chose such an unnatural lifestyle." Richard said with a sneer.

Blaine's blood began to boil beneath his skin and he clenched his fists. "Unnatural lifestyle, since when is love unnatural?" he said through gritted teeth.

"What you two have is not love." Richard retorted.. "What you two have is a sin against nature."

Blaine let out a scoff. "A sin against nature? And I assume that you think that what you and mom have is love? You two can barely stand to be in the same room as each other, and i know for a fact you haven't shown her any type of affection in years!"

"Don't you dare tell me how to love my wife, you sick fag!" Richard spat as Caroline came back into the room and handed him a brandy.

Blaine gritted his teeth as he watched his mother sway on her feet as she took a sip of her fresh glass of wine. "If what you two have is love then why do you both have to be drunk off your asses to touch one another?" Blaine shouted as he glared at his parents.
Richard stepped towards his son and placed a hard slap on his cheek. Blaine let out a yelp and cradled his face. He knew he should just keep his mouth shut and leave while he could but his anger had welled up inside of him and he knew he couldn't contain it. He stood up straighter and stared hard at his father. "I have more love for Kurt than you two have ever known in your entire life. And if you can't accept that then I'm glad to go!" He yelled.

"You ungrateful bastard!" His father roared as he ran towards Blaine and pinned him against the wall. Blaine spurted as the wind blew out of his lungs. "You've got fifteen minutes to get you and your shit out of this house. One minute after that and you will wish you were never born!" His father gave Blaine one last shove before letting Blaine fall into a heap on the floor. Blaine sat there and tried to catch his breath as his parents left the room.

As soon as he could breathe again, Blaine sat up and hurried up to his bedroom.

His eyes were quickly becoming blinded by tears as he threw mismatches of clothes and shoes into a suitcase. He grabbed various bottles of gel and other toiletries and threw them into the bag.

"Five minutes!" Blaine let out a sob as he heard his father yell up the stairs.

He hurried around the room grabbing various books and other necessary items. As he hurried around the room his eyes landed on the picture of him and Kurt. The picture showed them mid-kiss on the swing that the Hummel's had in their backyard. Rachel had snapped the picture right before she left for New York; she used the excuse of making a scrapbook to remember her days before stardom. Blaine smiled as he remembered that day.

Finn and Rachel had spent most of the day arguing over how the car should be packed in order for the vast array of Rachel's suitcases to fit properly. Currently, Blaine was helping Finn with his game of packing tetris when he realized that Kurt wasn't around. Blaine excused himself from the packing and walked toward the backyard. He smiled when he found Kurt sitting on the old swing underneath the lone apple tree in the Hummel's yard.
"What are you doing back here?" Blaine asked as he sat down next to Kurt.
"Thinking about how everything is about to change." Kurt sighed.
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked as he tilted his head down to rest on Kurt's shoulder.
"Rachel is leaving today, I leave for New York in three days. Everyone else is on their way out of this town too." Kurt said.
Blaine nodded; Kurt was right. Mike was off to Juilliard, Santana was off to Kentucky, Mercedes and Puck were off to LA, and Quinn was off to Yale. Everyone was leaving.
"Things change Kurt, but they're changing for the better." Blaine said as he placed a kiss to Kurt's check.
"I know, I am just going to miss this. I'm going to miss being home, I'm going to miss this swing, I'm going to miss you."
"You're going to have to do a lot more than move to New York to get me to leave." Blaine teased as he brought his lips to Kurt's.
CLICK. The camera shutter went off and a perturbed Rachel Berry stomped towards them, "As great as a picture as that is going to make it is not acceptable for you two to be making out when I need help getting my bags to the car!"
Kurt let out laugh as Blaine groaned.
"I thought we already had your bags in the car Rachel?" Kurt asked as he stood up and looped his fingers through Blaine's.
"Those were just my clothes, we still have my shoes and various awards I keep around for motivation. Now come on! We're on a schedule!" Rachel said before turning quickly and heading back into the house.
"Promise me that you will limit my packing for New York to no more than three bags ok?" Kurt said with a smile.
"I promise." Blaine smirked as he made a move to kiss Kurt again.
"KURT! BLAINE!" Rachel's yell interrupted them, Blaine laughed as he quickly pulled Kurt into the house.

"Times up!" Blaine jumped as his father's voice carried up to his room. Blaine quickly grabbed the picture and the Margaret Thatcher dog Kurt had given him a few months ago. He threw them both into his suitcase. He flung his backpack over his shoulder and hurried down the stairs.
His father stood at the bottom of the steps with a sneer on his face. "I hope you have everything because we don't expect you to return."
Blaine just nodded, biting back the insult that he desperately wanted to scream at his father. Blaine kept his head down as he headed towards the door. As he reached the door his mother appeared the hall. Blaine looked up quickly. Tears filled his eyes as his mother took a sip of wine and turned back into the living room.

Blaine quickly closed the door behind him and ran out to his car; he needed to get away from this house. Away from his parents. He started the engine and sped away from the stately mansion. As he raced through the development and onto the main road his fears began to consume him.
Where was he supposed to go, what was he supposed to do?
He had nowhere to go. Blaine was homeless.