Another Angle – Born This Way:

            Kurt finished his homework and threw his math book rather harshly on the floor. Blaine just looked at him from behind his History book as he asked:

            “Are you still mad that our duet was cut out from the nursing home presentation?”

            Kurt got up and started pacing around Blaine’s room while trying to avoid his boyfriend’s concerned looks. He knew he was upset for something silly; but Blaine’s worry made Kurt even more ashamed:

            “No; I understood Thad’s reasons.”

            Blaine put his book aside and went to hug Kurt from behind:

            “It’s about us not going to Nationals and you missing your friends, isn’t it?”

            Kurt was even more embarrassed that Blaine knew him so well. He simply sighed and let his head fall and rest on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Blaine began to nuzzle his neck while whispering in his ear:

            “Maybe we should see your friends more often. You know; at least part of it would be solved.”

            “You know I don’t regret any second of transferring to Dalton and meeting you; but if it wasn’t for Karofsky…”

            Blaine interrupted him:

            “That’s exactly the problem! If it wasn’t for Karofsky; I’d be the first one telling you to go back to McKinley.”

            Kurt turned in his embrace quite astonished. However, his expression softened as he saw Blaine’s convinced face. Kurt then ran his fingers through the other’s jaw while teasingly pouting:

            “Wouldn’t you miss me?”

            Blaine chuckled:

            “Like crazy! But your happiness comes in first place.”

            Kurt smiled and glued their lips in a sweet kiss. He was still wondering how he could be so lucky as to have such a wonderful boyfriend.

*

            Walking Kurt to the door was never Blaine’s favorite part of the day, but knowing he had his boyfriend all for himself all day long helped a lot lift Blaine’s spirit. They said their farewells with a hug because his father was reading the paper in the living-room. Kurt waved a “good-bye Mr. Anderson” and Blaine watched him get into the car and drive away.

            With a sigh, Blaine locked the front door and turned around to find his father standing up and looking at him with a serious face:

            “Blaine, could you sit down so we can talk?”

            The boy obeyed and sat on the other sofa. Mr. Anderson liked his attitude and sat down himself:

            “This boy spends an awful lot of time with you, doesn’t him?”

            Blaine swallowed hard; he knew where this conversation would lead to. He had been trying to gather the courage he needed to tell his father about Kurt, but he wasn’t entirely sure he could do it right now:

            “I’ve already introduced him to you, father. His name is Kurt, he transferred to Dalton a few months ago and he’s also a Warbler.”

            “I saw his uniform, Blaine. However, none of your other Dalton friends spent so many times here before. And there’s something about him that doesn’t make me comfortable.”

            Mr. Anderson had always a way to put Blaine down. Usually he would just ignore his father and hide his anger; but he found out that when Kurt was involved he no longer had control over his feelings. Blaine tried to use his most controlled voice:

            “Let’s not pretend anymore, shall we father? Kurt bothers you because he’s gay and he has been around more than the others because he’s actually my boyfriend.”

            Blaine expected that reaction but he never knew his father could turn so red. Mr. Anderson had gotten up in a sudden and was pacing around nervously. He turned to Blaine in anger:

            “How can you do this to me?”

            Blaine’s own rage got out of control too. He stopped digging his nails in his knees and stood up to face his father:

            “I’m not doing anything to you! Can’t you see what you are doing – what you have ever done- to me?”

            “I’ve accepted that you are gay!”

            Blaine sighed ironically:

            “That’s right… You only just expected me never to act on it.”

            His father was staring at him with a blank face:

            “Couldn’t you at least try?”

            “Try what? To be normal? I am normal father. Sorry if I don’t go with your expectations; but there’s nothing I can do. That’s who I am.”

            Blaine stormed out of the room and locked himself in his bedroom. His first thought was to reach for the phone and call Kurt, but he didn’t want him to know the things his father thought about them. He then went to his computer and looked at photos of them together while listening to their recorded duets.

*

            It was a normal dinner at the Hudson-Hummel household. Kurt had just arrived from Blaine’s and joined the others at the table. His happiness maid him hungry and he could tell everyone else was also in a light mood. Finn was the last to join them and he tapped Kurt’s shoulder on his way to his sit:

            “You’ll never believe the latest news of McKinley. It kind of involves you.”

            “By all means then, Finn; tell me all about it.”

            Finn grossly swallowed the rest of pasta in his mouth before answering his brother’s curiosity:

            “Santana is dating Karofsky. They formed a kind of anti-bulling club and he says he’s going to apologize to you.”

            Kurt was shocked, but before he could say anything; Burt intervened in the conversation:

            “So that’s why Figgins called me today. He was asking us on a meeting with the Karofskys.”

            Kurt didn’t know if he was more surprised with Finn’s news or the fact that his father was hiding something so important from him. He decided with the second:

            “Dad! Why didn’t you tell me we were asked at McKinley?”

            “Because I know how desperately you want to go back there and I didn’t want you to take a rushed decision. I was going to talk to you heart-to-heart after dinner.”

            It always made Kurt feel fondly at how his father respected his choices and treated him like an adult. Kurt smiled at his father:

            “Well, thank you for your concern. But may I assume it’s not a rushed decision if I told you I want to go in that meeting?”

            Burt chuckled:

            “I knew you’d want to. Fine; we’ll go. But keep in mind that doesn’t mean anything more than that, okay?”

            “Sure; but we can go back to the subject after the meeting, right?”

            Burt laughed out loud this time:

            “You’re incorrigible, Kurt.”

            Kurt smirked:

            “That’s why you love me.”

*

            Blaine was sitting on the edge of Kurt’s bed looking fidgety at his hands. He hadn’t had the courage to tell Kurt about the conversation with his father yet. He didn’t want to do it over the phone or while they were surrounded by other Dalton students. Kurt had told him at school about the meeting he would have today at McKinley and now Blaine was waiting for him to arrive.

            He heard a car parking on the garage and the door opening. He also heard Carole telling Kurt he was upstairs and the sound of Kurt’s footsteps was soon followed by the vision of the doorknob turning.

            Before either of the two noticed; they were already in each other’s arms holding themselves in a tight embrace. Kurt was the one to break it, taking both of Blaine’s hands instead and guiding them to sit on the bed. Blaine freed one hand and stroked it on his boyfriend soft skinned face:

            “How was it? How are you?”

            Kurt tilted his head to the touch:

            “It was better than I expected. He says he’s been blackmailed by Santana about outing him. Anyway, I don’t think he’ll risk bullying me anymore.”

            Blaine felt an odd lump in his throat: he was too scared about Kurt’s safety to trust this Neanderthal. On the other hand, Kurt was glowing with the possibility of going back to his beloved school. Blaine stuttered:

            “That’s… That’s good, right? This means you’re… you’re going back. All you wanted.”

            Apparently, Kurt could see behind Blaine’s false excitement. He put his hands on both of Blaine’s shoulders and looked straight into his eyes:

            “Honey, I’m also worried about what it’ll mean for us…”

            Blaine let out a breath he didn’t knew he was holding:

            “I don’t want anything to change. We can still see each other after school and on the weekends, right?”

            Kurt smiled relieved:

            “That was what I was thinking. I’m so happy to be with you.”

            Blaine cupped Kurt’s face and kissed him with all his passion. Kurt was eager to respond and his lips were searching for Blaine’s when he broke it. Kurt grinned running a hand through his hair:

            “What do you say about me putting on a movie and we cuddling through it?”

            “I say: only if it is something very romantic.”

            Kurt pecked his lips and went to his musical DVDs shelter. He flashed “Hairspray” to Blaine who nodded and got more comfortable in the bed. Kurt lay down in a way he was facing the TV but his head was rested on Blaine’s shoulder. This moment, Burt passed in the hallway and smiled at them through the door:

            “It’s good to know someone is taking care of my boy.”

            Kurt smiled back at him and turned his attention back to Tracy Turnblad. Blaine, however, fought a tear menacing to drop from his eye and finally decided today was not the day to talk about his father.

*

            Kurt was overwhelmed at how great his first day back at McKinley had been: not only for his friends and the solo he sang at the Glee club, but also for Blaine and the Warbler’s lovely surprise. He was walking in the parking lot and texting his boyfriend when he heard a car horn. A familiar voice came from inside the vehicle:

            “Hey gorgeous, can I have a date with you in about ten minutes at the Lima Bean?”

            Kurt turned to the sound of the voice already smiling:

            “My minstrel can have anything today. Meet you there.”

            Blaine smiled and started the car. He arrived at the coffee shop a couple of minutes later and Kurt was right behind him; parking his car on the spot right next to his. To Kurt’s surprise, Blaine opened the door and climbed inside his car to steal a kiss from him.

            “How can I have the best boyfriend in the world?”

            Blaine smirked:

            “Are you dating yourself now, Mr. Hummel?”

            Kurt playfully slapped him:

            “Stop being silly!”

            Blaine pulled him closer for a second and much longer kiss. Kurt hugged him and whispered in his ear:

            “I missed you so much. How was your day?”

            He could hear Blaine’s laugher as he stroked Kurt’s back:

            “Dalton is weird without you. Wes couldn’t stop making stupid jokes all day long, but in the end; I’m in your arms and I don’t have to get home for a long time.”

            Kurt cut the embrace so he could look Blaine in the eyes:

            “What’s wrong about your house?”

            Blaine shook his head:

            “It’s… it’s really nothing…”

            Kurt grabbed his shoulders:

            “If it was nothing you wouldn’t be so affected by it.”

            Blaine looked at him with moist eyes and took a deep breath before speaking:

            “Remember how I told you my father had issues with my sexuality? I told him about us this week and it seems like he wasn’t even close to be ready for me to have a boyfriend.”

            Kurt felt his heart break on his boyfriend’s behalf. From what he caught of Blaine’s speech, it had been earlier this week and Blaine had been hiding it from him. It didn’t mattered now; Kurt took the boy in his arms and said between kisses on his neck:

            “Why don’t we go to my place and you can tell me all about it while I make us cocoa?”

            Blaine sat up to look on Kurt’s eyes. He cleaned a few tears from his face and smiled at Kurt:

            “At least we still have your place to hang out.”

            “Oh Blaine…”

            The sorrow in Blaine’s voice had made Kurt pull him for a kiss in which he tried to put all his feelings for the boy in. Soon enough, they were at Kurt’s living-room sipping cocoa and talking about Blaine’s father. When Burt got home, he just greeted the boys and went upstairs. Kurt could see Blaine’s sigh and the tear that formed in his eyes.

*

            Wes approached Blaine after they finished their presentation at the nursing home:

            “Hey love-bird, where’s your other half? I thought Kurt would be here to support us.”

            “He wanted to come but a friend needed an intervention and they staged a Barbra-vention for her at the mall. And truth be told; they couldn’t have a Barbra-vention without Kurt on the lead.”

            Wes just nodded:

            “So why the long face? Are you just missing Kurt or is it something else?”

            Blaine sighed:

            “No point trying to hide things from you, right? Well, Mr. Anderson is having a hard time accepting I have a boyfriend. Things aren’t exactly easy at home…”

            Wes held his shoulder:

            “Yeah; from what you told me, Mr. Anderson can be a nasty piece of thing...”

            “Tell me about it…”

            “What Kurt thinks of all this?”

            Blaine was embarrassed scratching his neck:

            “I haven’t told him what my father said about him specifically. I told Kurt how our relationship has always been and how my father changed recently. He was the best boyfriend ever; he’s 100% supportive of me.”

            “It’s good you found each other; I’m here too if you need.”

            “Thanks man. Maybe I’ll drop by your house tonight; I don’t know if Kurt will be with his friends for the rest of the evening.”

            A few minutes later, Blaine tapped Wes’ shoulder:

            “Wes, I won’t bother you tonight; I’m going to Kurt’s.”

            Wes smirked:

            “Can’t keep your hands off him right?”

            “I’ll just ignore your joke. Kurt called me after I texted him; something in the way I wrote told him I needed cherish.”

            “Go get him, tiger.”

            “How can you be, at the same time, the most annoying creature and the best friend on the face of the Earth?”

*

            Kurt opened the door the second Blaine ringed the bell. The next second, he was assaulting Blaine with an eager kiss.

            “I missed you so much today.”

            Blaine rewarded him with his most charming smile:

            “Me too, hon.”

            They climbed the stairs to Kurt’s room and sat on the bed holding hands. After a few moments of just smiling and staring at each other; Kurt took courage and stroked Blaine’s face:

            “How are things with your father?”

            Blaine sighed and rested his head on Kurt’s hand:

            “They are stable; I think… I don’t see things could get much worse, anyway.”

            “There’s something I can do to help?”

            “I don’t want you getting hurt…”

            It broke Kurt’s heart to see Blaine like that and to feel that his boyfriend was trying to spare him by keeping something in secret. Kurt took a deep breath:

            “What did he call me?”

            Blaine was taking by surprise:

            “What?”

            “It will do no good to keep things from me, Blaine. I know your father said nasty things about me and you are afraid to tell me. Was it fag? Or it was something else? You see; I don’t mind. I’ve got worse and I survived. It’s not with me we should be worried; the problem is you. He is your father and what breaks my heart is that he has a hard time accepting who you are. I don’t want to hide in here anymore. I want to go to your place too; I don’t care if he insults me.”

            Blaine looked at him with pleading eyes:

            “I care! I don’t want my father saying nasty things about the person I’m with.”

            Kurt cupped his face:

            “It’s nothing personal; he barely even knows me. Just give him time and while that I’m here for you. We are in this together.”

            “You make me happy like no one ever did.”

            Blaine got closer to Kurt and captured his lips in a kiss. Soon their kisses where becoming sloppier and they end up lying down. To Kurt’s surprise, he was comfortable making out with Blaine in a lying position. Until Blaine’s hands were on his hips and Kurt sat up gasping. Blaine sat up apologizing:

            “I’m sorry Kurt; I’m so sorry. I got carried away. It won’t happen again; not until you’re ready. I’ll wait for as long as you want too.”

            Kurt was searching for the right words:

            “You know it’s not you; it’s just that I…”

            Blaine stopped him and awkwardly touched his face so Kurt would face him:

            “You aren’t comfortable with sex yet. I know; don’t worry. We talked about it; remember who was the one who told you father you needed to have the talk.”

            Blaine leaned in for a kiss but Kurt pushed him away astonished:

            “It was you?”

            Blaine lowered his head:

            “I was worried about you. I wanted you to have all the information possible so you could be protected. I care so much about you, Kurt.”

            They stood a few minutes in silence just studying each other. Kurt finally sighed and cupped Blaine’s face:

            “Promise me never to protect me in that way again?”

            Blaine laughed:

            “I could never promise that.”

            Either way, their lips met on a kiss that became a hug. Kurt was feeling both sorry and thankful for the boy in his arms. He was fully aware of how much they struggled for liking who they liked. Right there he knew what to write in his shirt for the week’s assignment.

*

            Blaine opened his front door to Kurt, curious about what the other wanted so much to show him. His father wasn’t home but having Kurt there was still a big step for both of them. He guided his boyfriend to his room:

            “What is that you want me to see?”

            Kurt smirked at him while unbuttoning his coat:

            “This week’s Glee club assignment was to write something on our shirts that we might don’t like about ourselves but we are proud of either way because we were born this way and I chose that.”

            Blaine’s eyes ran to Kurt’s chest were the big letters appear to shine for him. Kurt’s smile was so proud as he showed him the big “likes boys” that Blaine couldn’t help but grinning back:

            “I wish I could be was brave as you.”

            Kurt walked closer and held him by the waist:

            “But you are, honey. Who do you think taught me to be courageous?  You just have to remember it.”

            Blaine leaned in for a kiss and Kurt was quick to respond. Having Kurt in his arms made him see that he would fight any battle to be with this boy.