Bruce sniffed in disdain. "Is that all you have to say? God Blaine… look at you, look at what this hussy here has turned you into…" he said, shaking his head slowly.

"I said, get away from him!" Blaine growled as he pounced forward and forcefully shoved his father away from his boyfriend.

"Blaine, NO!" his mother shrieked, reaching out to her husband, who was now staring at Blaine with an incredulous expression on his face.

"What are you two even doing here?" Blaine snarled. "I don't want you coming near me or Kurt, and I sure as hell don't want you in my home!" He was shaking with rage now.

"You can't stop us from seeing our granddaughter…" Bruce said, still taken aback by his son's outburst, as his wife let out a loud sob. "We are her grandparents. We have a right to see her…"

"Lily's asleep." Blaine snapped. " And even if she wasn't, I don't want you near her either. If you can't accept me for who I am, you are not welcome here."

"Let me get this straight…" his father narrowed his eyes. "You are willing to betray your family, and throw everything away… for that?" He pointed at Kurt.

"Don't talk about him like that!" Blaine shouted. "His name is Kurt, he's my boyfriend and I love him. And Lily loves him too! You know why? Because in the few days that she's known him, he's already been a better father figure to her than you have EVER been to me! But hey, what do you even know about love, right? Your whole life revolves around power, manipulation, lies, and always trying to get what YOU want! Well, guess what, daddy dear, I'm through with that. I don't give a fuck about what you want, this is about what I want, and I want Kurt. You won't interfere into my life anymore, and I definitely won't let you interfere in the lives of the people I love."

Bruce's expression had grown darker as Blaine was spouting his words. He took a deep breath and said: "I can't believe this, Blaine… if you want to ruin your life by acting like a fag… it hurts me, because you are my son and I love you. However… you obviously don't want to listen to reason right now, so there's not much I can do, can I? But to know, that you have exposed your own child – our grandchild – to your depraved, perverted lifestyle… it's sickening, Blaine. And you call me a bad father?"

Kurt quickly clutched Blaine's arm, seeing that his boyfriend was about to attack and severely hurt his own father. "Don't Blaine…" He pleaded. "He's not worth it."

Laughing mirthlessly, Bruce turned his gaze to Kurt. "Listen to him, Blaine. He even sounds like a girl. Maybe you should reconsider this bisexuality crap, and realize that you are straight after all. I bet if you close your eyes, you can fool yourself into believing you're fucking a woman."

This time there was no stopping Blaine. He ripped his arm free from Kurt's grasp, and in a flash of movement he had grabbed his father by the collar, and was pinning him against a nearby wall.

A malicious grin appeared on Blaine's face, as he leaned in and breathed harshly. "Funny you should say that, dad... ", he spat out the last word, "because he sure doesn't feel like a girl when I'm sucking him off, or when his huge dick is up my ass, and he's fucking my brains out…" He chuckled darkly as his father scrunched his eyebrows in disgust. "Yeah, that's right, Kurt is one hundred percent man. You however, don't even know what it takes to be one. You are just a sad, poor excuse for a human being. Now get out of my sight!" He grunted, letting go off Bruce's collar with a violent yank.

Bruce straightened his lapels, trying to act all cool, calm and collected, but his trembling hands and the red spots on his cheeks betrayed how shocked he actually was. "Blaine… I'm going to say it again… this isn't over." He glanced over at his wife, who had been observing the entire scene with a blank-faced demeanor. "Let's get out of here, Rebecca." He said in a clipped tone, as he drew himself up to his full height and stormed towards the front door.

Blinking furiously, Rebecca opened her mouth to speak. "Blaine-"

"NOW, Rebecca!"

"I'm sorry." She choked, before scampering out of the room.

The door slammed shut with a thunderous bang. Seconds later a loud wail sounded from Lily's room.

"Shit." Kurt cringed. "The sound of the door has woken her up."

"I… I'm going to check on her." Blaine stammered, avoiding Kurt's gaze as he hurried away.

Left behind all alone, Kurt sauntered towards the couch, picked up a throw pillow, took a deep breath, buried his face into the pillow, and let out a piercing, frustrated scream.

Blaine didn't return to the living room after tucking Lily in. Instead, he fled to the bedroom, where he crawled into bed, knees drawn up and facing away from the door. As much as he needed Kurt right now, he just couldn't face him. He felt like hiding from the entire world. Again, his father had succeeded in humiliating him beyond belief. Even worse, he had insulted and attacked Kurt. His sweet Kurt, who already had been through enough aggression and abuse to last a lifetime. And now it had happened at the hand of his own father, in his own home. The guilt weighed so heavily upon his chest that he was finding it hard to breathe. He tensed as he heard the bedroom door open and close.

"Blaine?" Kurt's kind, beautiful voice was like a candlelight in the pitch-black darkness. Blaine heaved a pained sigh, too numb to even speak. He felt the mattress dip as Kurt joined him on the bed and spooned up against Blaine's back.

"Do you want dinner baby?" Kurt murmured into his curls.

Blaine shook his head softly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He pressed a small kiss against his neck.

Blaine shook his head again. "I can't." He rasped.

"I know baby." Kurt sighed, caressing Blaine's upper arm. "Tell me what you want me to do…"

Blaine turned on his back and gave Kurt a confused look. "I…" He swallowed and shook his head again.

Leaning his head on his elbow, Kurt simply smiled down at Blaine and reached out to trace a finger along his jaw. "I love you. Nobody can change that, you know?" He said, as he cupped Blaine's cheek and closed the small gap between them, kissing him with overflowing tenderness.

With a broken moan, Blaine grabbed the back of Kurt's head and fisted his hand in his hair. "Mark me…" he growled, turning his face away and exposing his neck.

"What?" Kurt wasn't sure if he'd heard him right.

"Mark me." Blaine repeated, using his grip on Kurt's head to guide him towards his throat. "I want you to put your mark on me." He gasped as Kurt nuzzled the delicate skin below his jaw. "I want to look at it in the mirror and know I'm yours… that I belong to you. Please…" He begged, sensing Kurt's hesitation.

Swayed by Blaine's pleas, Kurt parted his lips and latched his mouth onto the juncture between his neck and shoulder. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard. Really hard.

Blaine hissed softly and arched into Kurt. "God yes… harder…" He groaned.

Kurt increased the suction even more, as he threw his leg over Blaine's hip and moved to straddle him.

A pained whimper fell from Blaine's lips, causing Kurt to snap his head up.

"Why… why did you stop?" Blaine turned to look at Kurt, frowning dazedly at his horrified eyes.

Kurt blinked in bewilderment. "Please be honest with me, baby. You don't really want me to mark you, do you?"

"What?"

"You want me to hurt you…" Kurt searched Blaine's eyes and found a flicker of guilt in them, confirming his suspicions. "Oh baby… why?"

Blaine closed his eyes in shame. "I'm so fucking sorry, Kurt." He said, his voice strangled. "I'm sorry that I allowed that bastard to harass you in our- I mean, my own home. I promised you I would never allow anyone to hurt you like that again, and yet that's exactly what I did."

"Don't you dare say that, Blaine." Kurt said heatedly. "You did nothing wrong. It was him, you hear me? I hate that son of a bitch…" He huffed in exasperation. "I hate him, not because he affronted me, but because he made you feel like crap. You deserve so much better." Kurt ran his hand lovingly through Blaine's curls.

"So do you." Blaine opened his eyes again. "You deserve better than to be torn down by my father."

Kurt shook his head vehemently. " I couldn't care less about the insults. It's nothing I haven't heard before."

Blaine sighed deeply. "You've had it much harder than me, huh? I've never gotten taunted about my relationships with boys in high school. Dalton had a zero-tolerance policy against bullying. And my parents never said much about it either." Blaine's face twisted into a grimace. "They just went behind my back to sabotage everything."

"Well, no more, baby. They can't touch us, or what we have. We'll fight them if we need to, and other than that they can just go to hell." Kurt sneered.

Blaine nodded silently. He let out a long, ragged breath. "I wish we didn't have to fight though. It's only love. It's only us, wanting to be together. We're not doing anything wrong… it shouldn't be this difficult."

"I know…" Kurt breathed. It was heartbreaking for him to witness Blaine coming to the exact same realizations he had come to many years ago. "It's not easy. But you know… all over the world, and all through history, people have had to fight for their right to love who they want. Not only gays. Just think about Romeo and Juliet." Kurt smirked.

"But that story didn't end well." Blaine muttered.

"No, it didn't, and it was their own stupid fault." Kurt scoffed. "They were so blinded by their passion that they allowed it to cloud their judgment. True, their families may have pushed them towards the edge, but they were the ones who jumped over it."

Blaine snorted. "That's a blunt analysis…"

"That's what my English Lit teacher said in high school. I got a D-Minus for it. A freaking D-Minus! She told me I didn't understand a thing about romance. I told her she underestimated the sheer stupidity of two teenagers in love!" Kurt sulked, while his boyfriend was shaking with laughter beneath him.

"Oh my God, stop it." Blaine wheezed, trying to catch his breath.

Kurt grinned, glad that he'd been able to pull him out of his funk. "Look, honey, my point is that we aren't Romeo and Juliet. We are going to do so much better than them. No one is going to bring us down. We won't let them… and you know why?" He raised his eyebrows in question.

"Because we are worth it." Blaine answered, without missing a beat.

"A+ for you, Mr. Anderson. And a kiss from the teacher." Kurt smirked, lowering his face until his lips touched Blaine's.

Melting into the sweet embrace, Blaine brushed his tongue teasingly against Kurt's mouth, eliciting a gasp from him.

Soon enough they were making out hungrily, almost devouring each other. It was Kurt who tore himself away from his boyfriend's heated kisses. Pressing his forehead against Blaine's, he breathed heavily. "We need to keep quiet…" He whispered, not wanting to disturb Lily's sleep any further.

"Okay…" Blaine nodded curtly. Their eyes met in understanding, and Kurt drew himself up on his knees, frantically undoing his fly and yanking his pants and boxer briefs down to mid thigh. Blaine mimicked his actions. Not even bothering to remove the rest of their clothes, Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrists and pulled him forward, making him land on top of him. Kurt's surprised yelp was quickly replaced by a groan of pleasure as their bodies touched in the most luscious way.

"God you feel so good…" Blaine moaned, rocking his hips slowly back and forth. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he ran his tongue along its palm and brought it down to slicken both of them.

Kurt let out a soft, low whine as he buried his face against Blaine's neck and hooked his arms under his boyfriend's shoulders, pulling him even closer, wanting to drown into the warmth, smoothness and intoxicating scent of Blaine's skin. His hips jerked forward as he felt one of Blaine's hands coming up to cradle the back of his head, and the other one cupping his ass. "Please…" he moaned, as both men fell into a slow but steady rhythm of grinding, luxuriating in the feeling of their hips and erections sliding against each other. It was too much, yet at the same time not enough.

Raising his head, Kurt covered Blaine's lips again, his tongue immediately searching for access. The low, weak whimper that Blaine let out as he gave in and opened his mouth, travelled straight to Kurt's groin, causing another powerful thrust of his hips.

Urged on by the desire coursing through their veins, they sped up their movements, while panting and whining into each other's mouths. Blaine lowered the hand he'd been holding against Kurt's head, and ran it along his spine, to stay at Kurt's hip, where he dug his fingers tightly into the skin, secretly thrilled by the thought that he would be leaving a bruise there.

With a lewd grunt, Kurt tore away from the kiss. "Blaine…" he struggled for breath. "Fuck… I'm so close." He scrunched his eyes shut and gave a few more thrusts, and then with a sharp intake of air, he came, biting his lip to stifle the loud wail that threatened to escape him.

Seeing and feeling his boyfriend fall apart, Blaine lost it completely. He threw his arms around Kurt and rutted harshly against him until the first waves of hot, all-consuming pleasure crashed over him. It made him want to howl, sob and scream, but knowing he had to be silent, Blaine threw his head back and let out a deep, shuddering gasp, while his body shook in ecstasy.

It took them a couple of minutes to drift back to reality. Blaine's eyes fluttered open as he felt a finger softly stroking his cheek.

Kurt was looking at him with a pensive smile. "I love watching you come… You look so beautiful, and so incredibly sexy…"

"Not as beautiful and sexy as you, my love." Blaine said, returning the smile and sighing contentedly. "I will never get tired of this. You're all I want, for the rest of my life. They are so stupid, you know…", he shook his head, "They think that if they just fight me hard enough, I will give in. But they don't realize that it only fuels my love for you, and that I'll never, ever give you up."

Nodding silently, Kurt blinked against the tears welling up in his eyes. "Me neither baby… I'll never say goodbye to you."