I really don't want to do this. I would give my right arm to be doing anything other than this. But my stupid therapist thinks this is a good idea so here I am. I knock on the front door.

"Blaine."

"Hi mom."

"You didn't have to knock you are always welcome here." My mom told me.

"Am I?"

"Of course."

"Hmmm...is dad here?"

A few minutes later my parents and I were sitting in the living room, my mom had made tea and brought a plate of cookies, like she would for any guest.

"Is there something wrong Blaine?" my dad asked.

"Yes. I have been seeing a therapist."

"Oh." My mom said softly

"Is that why we've been getting bills from a Dr. Lowell?" my dad asked.

"Yes. She thinks we need to talk about our relationship."

"Our relationship is fine." My dad insisted.

"Is that why you've been getting doctor bills for the past couple of months and didn't even bother phoning me to see if I was ok?"

"I figured if something was wrong you'd call."

"I figured you wouldn't care."

"Blaine! How could say such a thing?" my mom asked looking horrified.

"I have no reason to believe otherwise." I told her.

"We are you parents Blaine of course we care!" Mom said.

"I haven't seen any proof of that in a long time. Do you know why I knocked? I don't have a fucking key!"

"Language." Dad scolded.

"You have a key. I remember when we moved here we gave one to Cooper, I kept one and dad the other...you don't have a key." Mom realised.

"Look I know part of the reason you sent me to Dalton was to protect me and I appreciate it but I also know part of the reason is because you didn't know how to handle being my parents."

"I wish I could say that wasn't true but it is. We weren't prepared to have a son who didn't have a soul mate. We didn't know how to handle that how to make it ok." Dad admitted.

"You make it ok by loving me anyway; you make it ok by telling me that I'm not a freak and that I'm not unlovable. You tell me that the fates fucked up and I will find someone. You do the things my friends do for me. And don't bother telling me to watch my language."

My parents looked guilty.

"My friend Wes spent hours researching, trying to find other nameless people, trying to find ways to discover the identity of my soul mate. I bet neither of you even considered doing that. You were so convinced that I wouldn't find any one that the fates had decided I was unworthy of love that you took yours away too."

"We're sorry Blaine." Dad said softly.

"I need to tell you that losing the two was much worse than not having a name, you two made me feel that I wasn't worthy of love not the fates."

"You are worthy of love though." Mom told me.

"I know. It took me a long time to realise it though. I was dating this boy and he loved me so much but I screwed it up. Despite that though he still wants to be around me and I think in time he might love me again." I told them ducking my head a little.

"That's good. Not that you screwed it up but the rest of it." Dad said.

"Yeah. He's....he's my soul mate, I got his name on my wrist about two months ago."

"Oh Blaine! That's wonderful!" Mom gushed.

"We're sorry Blaine; we'll try to be better parents to you. Starting with getting a key to the house." Dad told me.

"We really do love you." Mom added.

"Thank you. My therapist would like you two to join me in a therapy session soon."

"Of course. Just set it up and we'll be there." Dad promised.

I left a few hours later, after my mom made sure I had a good dinner and dad made sure I didn't need any money feeling like I once again had parents.