Burt couldn't believe what he was about to do.

But, he felt he had no choice.

As Blaine had predicted, things got out of control. Burt and Carol were practically prisoners in their own home. Finn was staying with Puck. In addition to the media, pro-gay supporters and anti-gay protesters had set up camp outside the house, yelling and clashing with each other. The police had finally cleared everyone out and blocked off the street to everyone except those who lived there. Carol called all the neighbors to apologize for the mess. Burt went out Saturday morning and made a terse statement before reporters. Kurt wasn't there. They had no comment. Now, please leave.

Saturday night, someone threw a brick through the front window with a note attached. God hates fags.

Burt and Carol sat at the dining room table. Holding hands. Carol was beyond worried about Burt's health. He was tired and worn out from worry and stress.

"Should we leave?"

Burt shook his head. "No. I refuse to be driven from my own home. Plus, we need to be here in case..." He trailed off but she knew what he was thinking. In case the rock through the window was just the beginning. Carol wasn't sure if it made sense to be home in case someone started a fire or to be as far away as possible.

She looked at her husband. She knew what he was thinking.

"Burt," she said quietly, "I know you want him home but, he can't come back to this."

"I know."

Burt rubbed his forehead. He had talked to Kurt everyday since Thursday. He had sounded fine. Both his and Blaine's facebook and email accounts had been hacked, so they had shut down their laptops. They had avoided the news. As promised, they were planning to head back to Lima on Sunday.

Burt called Kurt.

"Hi Dad."

"Hey buddy. How are you?"

"I'm fine. How are you and Carol?"

Burt hadn't told Kurt about the protesters and he certainly didn't plan to tell him about the brick.

"We're fine. Listen...maybe you and Blaine should stay where you are. Things are still...noisy around here. Maybe, if we give this thing a week to run its course, something else more interesting will happen to knock it out of the news and you can come home on Friday."

Kurt was suspicious. His father, telling him to stay away for a week? With Blaine?

"Dad, what's going on there? Have things gotten worse?"

"No...I just think you're safer staying away for a few more days. Let things blow over."

Kurt was quiet.

"Dad...did something happen?"

"Just the usual crazies trying to get their five minutes in the spotlight. Nothing for you to worry about. After all that begging you did to leave, you telling me you want to come home?" Then Burt had a thought. "Wait, is everything okay there? How's Blaine?"

"Things are fine. Blaine's fine. I just...I'm worried about you and Carol."

"Trust me. We are fine. You boys stay there and plan to come home on Friday. Things should be calm by Friday."

"Okay."

Blaine checked with the owner and made arrangements for them to stay the week.

He watched Kurt, in an apron, preparing dinner.

Blaine willed his body to heal faster. He might never get an opportunity like this again.