“Hey, you two, can I get you anything?” she asked coming up behind them quietly.

“Maybe some water?” Kurt asked jumping slightly as she spoke.

“Yeah, water would be great thanks.” Santana said turning to face Cristina too before she turned and walked out the room to get their water.

“Here you go.” She said once she’s returned passing Kurt and Santana chilled bottles of water. “I’m guessing he told you what happened at his old school then?” She asked looking at her sleeping son.

“Yeah, he never told me it was ever that bad.” Kurt said looking at her. “I mean, he told me he was bullied for being gay, and that he got taunted at his old school. I never knew how bad it had gotten for him, I-I should have asked!” Kurt said his lip beginning to tremble.

“Kurt, he told you in his own time.” Cristina said taking Kurt’s hand in hers and patting it. “It’s something he’s only talked to us about a few times.” She said looking slightly sad. “I think he’s ashamed of himself. That he left, but after what happened there was no way we were letting him go back there.” She said looking back at her son.

“He never even told us he was being bullied. We found out after the dance everything that had been happening.” She sighed sadly. “I just wish we’d noticed before it got that bad.”

Kurt nodded “I didn’t think it was possible love him even more than I do. He’s so brave and he doesn’t even realise it.” He said looking up from Blaine’s face to Cristina’s to Santana’s who both nodded.

“He’s the reason I left the cheerios, I was never really that big of a bitch before I joined, and Coach Sylvester turned me into someone I didn’t want to be anymore. Blaine helped me see that there’s more in life than just being popular.” She said a small smile appearing on her lips.

“I came out to my parents last night.” She said blushing slightly. “After I got home, I realised I wasn’t being true to anyone, Blaine knew though. He helped.” She said quietly, not looking up.

“Oh, Santana.” Kurt said getting up and pulling her into a hug. “How did they take it?” He asked slightly cautiously, his concern mirrored on Cristina Anderson’s face.

“If it didn’t go well sweetie, you’re more than welcome to stay here.” Cristina piped in, taking Santana’s hand in hers.

“Thanks Cristina, but I went really well.” She said returning Kurt’s hug and squeezing Cristina’s hand. “They said it didn’t change anything and that they still love me just as much. It feels like such a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders.” She said looking up at Kurt. “But, can you not tell anyone, I’m not ready for everyone at school to know yet.”

“Of course, I know what it’s like, but we’ll both be here when you are ready.” He said smiling at her.

“Thank you.” She said pulling Kurt back into a hug.

“Ok, I’d better be starting dinner, are you two staying for it?” Cristina asked standing up.

“Yes please, if that’s ok?” Kurt replied for the both of them.

“Of course it is darling. The more the merrier. I was thinking lasagne and cheesecake for dessert, its Blaine’s favourite.” She answered.

“That sounds delicious.” Santana said smiling at Cristina as she left the room.

“Thanks for telling me Santana.” Kurt said looking at her once more.

“It was Blaine’s idea, he knew you’d understand.” She said in a small voice. “I’m scared Kurt. I see what happens to you at school, and look at what’s just happened to Blaine. Love is love, but not everyone understands that or accepts it.” she said her voice shaking slightly.

“I know, but you’ve got me, and Blaine, not to mention my parents as well as yours and Blaine’s, and the whole of the New Directions. We’ve got each other Santana, we’ll be fine.” Kurt said in an attempt to comfort her, sweeping her hair off her face and tucking it gently behind her ear smiling.

“Thanks.” She said sitting back, pulling Kurt with her and leaning on his shoulder while she flicked the television on quiet.

...

An hour and a half later, Richard Anderson arrived home and looked into the front room to find his son, asleep of the sofa and his two friends’ asleep leaning on each other.
“Hey darling,” He said walking into the kitchen and kissing his wife. “Did Blaine tell them then?” He asked looking concerned.

“Yeah, and Santana came out to her parents last night.” She replied as she checked on the lasagne in the oven.

“Is she ok?” He asked. “Does she need a place to stay?” He asked his wife.

“I already offered but she said they took it really well.” She replied looking at her husband. “Are they still asleep?” She asked.

“Yeah I looked in on them when I came in. Do you want me to go and wake them up?” he asked.

“Yes please, dinner’s ready. I’ll just go and lay the table.” She said gathering cutlery from the draw and heading into the dining room.

Richard stood there for a moment before walking back into the front room to wake the three teens sleeping there.

“Blaine.” Richard said lightly shaking his son’s shoulder; Blaine flinched slightly at the touch.

“Hey, it’s just me. You need to wake up kiddo dinner’s ready.” He said soothing his son who blinked groggily, before moving over to wake Kurt and Santana.

“Hey you two, dinner’s ready.” He said as they woke up, Santana stretching and brushing back a piece of Kurt’s hair that had fallen down onto his face only to have her handed batted away by him.

“Come on Blaine” Kurt said brushing Blaine’s hair off of his forehead. “Don’t go back to sleep again.” He said softly to the boy who was asleep once again. “Wake up, or Santana and I will eat all the lasagne, I know it’s your favourite.” Kurt tried, continuing to run his finger through Blaine’s hair who merely grumbled at him.

Laughing Kurt waited a moment before leaning down and pressing his lips against Blaine’s, before pulling away smirking as Blaine’s eyes opened and he leant forward searching for Kurt’s lips.

“Not nice. Come back.” Blaine mumbled in his sleep addled state.

“Nope. Maybe later but it’s time to get up now.” Kurt said laughing at the slightly dejected look on Blaine’s face and helped him get up as Blaine winced slightly at the pain on his ribs.

“Oh my god! I didn’t hurt you did I?” Kurt asked as Blaine winced.

“No, they’re just still pretty sore. It’s only been a week.” Blaine reassured Kurt, taking his hand and slowly starting to make his way through to the dining room. “Come on Santana.” Blaine said looking back to see Santana hadn’t moved from where she was stood by the sofa.

“Right, sorry.” She said shaking her head slightly, following them out of the room.

...

An hour later Kurt received a phone call from his dad asking him to get home soon, so after a quick goodbye and promises to call later that night, Blaine and Santana were left alone in Blaine’s room.

“You’ve been quiet all day,” Blaine said looking at Santana intently. “Are you ok?” He asked, his soft hazel eyes looking into hers.

“Yeah, I told my parents last night.” She told him. “They took it really well. You were right; I had nothing to worry about.” She said plastering a smile on her face.

Blaine didn’t seem convinced. “What aren’t you telling me Santana? I know there’s something.” He asked shifting slightly next to her on the bed so he could see her face better.

“It’s stupid Blaine, really it’s nothing.” She replied shifting under his gaze.

“Santana.” Blaine said quirking an eyebrow at her. “You’re my best friend, I don’t care if it’s stupid, just spill!” He said resting his head on her shoulder and taking her hand.

“I-I, this really is stupid.” She said blushing. “But, I want what you have. What you and Kurt have. You’re both so brave; I’m scared of what people will say when they find out. I don’t want to hear what people whisper behind my back about me.” She admitted tears beginning to for in her eyes as her voice broke.

“Hey, it’s ok. You have me, and Kurt and all of the New Directions. And let’s face it no one at McKinley is going to have the balls to insult Santana Lopez. If they did they clearly would not have a high value for their life.” Blaine said kissing the palm of Santana’s hand. “And you do have what Kurt and I have, Brittany loves you Santana, and you’d do pretty much anything to keep her happy.” Blaine said squeezing Santana’s hand.

“You’re the best Blaine, you know that? So much crap happens to you, and none of it gets to you. How is that possible?” Santana said with a watery chuckle wiping away the tear that rolled down her cheek.

“It does get to me, I just have people here who care for me and love me. You have that too Santana.” Blaine replied tucking Santana’s hair back behind her ear.

“I told Kurt too today.” Santana said looking at Blaine.

“I’m really proud of you Santana. I’m sorry I slept through it.” Blaine said blushing slightly.

“I know I’m not ready to yet, but will you help me tell the rest of the New Directions?” Santana asked in a small voice.

“I’d love to Santana; just tell me when you’re ready.” He replied smiling. “Now, I think we both need distracting, how about I ask mom to make us ice cream Sundays and we pop in a Disney movie?” Blaine asked.

“That sounds like an awesome plan Blaine.” Santana replied, hugging Blaine carefully before getting up and walking over to Blaine’s television.

“So, Beauty and the Beast or 101 Dalmatians?” Santana asked holding up the two DVDs.