“Ah, Kurt”
“Blaine” he giggled in return, “Anyone could walk in…Agh”
Blaine. Blaine Anderson. Blaine fucking Anderson.

“They won’t” he growled playfully “You locked the door remember?”
Kurt hesitated; I don’t remember locking the door he thought. “Mhm.”
“Kurt,” Blaine pulled away from their kiss. “You did lock the door, right?”
Both of the boys eyes turned to the door, where Burt Hummel stood, speechless, with fire in his eyes.
“DAD!” Kurt screeched, pushing Blaine off of him. Burt just walked away. Kurt came running up the stairs and out of his bedroom, chasing after his dad. Blaine had sat on Kurt’s bed for a few seconds, absorbing the shock, before he clambered to his feet and chased after Kurt.
The kitchen was silent as Blaine entered, Rachel, Sam and Mercedes had obviously gone home, and Finn was heard playing on the play station in his room upstairs. Carole was obviously not home yet. Burt leaned against the kitchen counter earnestly. Kurt stood in the doorway of the kitchen, his back to Blaine as he walked in to stand beside him.

“Would one of you like to start by telling me what the HELL is going on” Burt shouted at them both, keeping hard eyes on Blaine.
“I-I, Mr Hummel, sir. I didn’t, I mean, we- We’re” Blaine stuttered nervously, glancing at Kurt who looked just as terrified as he did.
“We’re dating, dad” Kurt squeaked out quietly. “I was going to tell you-”
“How long has this been going on?!” Burt boomed out, stepping forward to lean on the table, staring them both in the eyes as they turned to each other helplessly.
“About four weeks” Blaine mumbled, looking to the floor.
“A month! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me Kurt!? We are meant to trust each other!”
“I-I know dad! I know! I do! I was going to tell you I just- I-I was scared how you would react, I know you haven’t really taken a liking to Blaine ever since...” he drifted off, looking towards Blaine who had his hands in his pockets, staring directly at the floor. “That morning when he slept the night after Rachel’s house party, and you found him in my bed the next morning” Kurt looked at the ground, identical to his boyfriend.
“I am ashamed of you Kurt” Burt lowered his voice, only to bring it back up again as he looked towards Blaine, walking right over to him. “And YOU!”
Blaine jumped backwards into the hallway, as Burt moved towards him like a charging bull. Blaine had his back against the wall as Burt lurched forward, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pressing his forearm against his neck.
“YOU FORCED KURT INTO THIS, I KNOW YOU DID!”
“I didn’t! I promise sir I didn’t! I swear to you!” Blaine rushed out in a panic holding his hands up innocently, glancing between a gob-smacked and petrified Kurt and the twisted angry face of his father, who held him by his neck against the wall.
“DAD! What the hell are you doing!?”
“KURT ISN’T READY FOR THAT! AND IF THIS IS TRUE, AND YOU HAVE ONLY BEEN DATING FOR A MONTH, THEN THAT IS WAY TOO SOON!” He pushed his forearm further, pressing into Blaine’s neck and almost choking him.
“I swear to you sir” Blaine spluttered, trying to talk properly with Burt’s arm pressed harder against his neck. “I would never f-force Kurt, into- into anything!”
“DAD STOP! YOU’RE CHOKING HIM!”
When Carole walked through the door singing to herself happily, carrying shopping bags; Burt half-strangling a young Blaine Anderson, who was held to the wall while Kurt screamed and cried, was the last thing she expected to see.
“Burt! What the hell are you doing!?” Carole prised his arm off Blaine’s neck, who sucked in a deep breath, sliding down the wall and falling to his knees. Kurt sat down beside him, cuddling into him and sobbing into his shirt.

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Blackbird singing in the dead of ni-
“Kurt?”
“Hey”
“Why haven’t you been answering my calls? I’ve been worried sick, how did it go? Did he hurt you? What happened?!”
“Blaine, Blaine calm down, stop throwing questions at me”
“I’m sorry, I’m just worried”
“I know” Kurt paused, wondering where to start. “Well, we talked”
“And what was said?”
“He feels awful Blaine… a-and I know, it’s gonna be tough to forgive him, because even I’m still in shock now, I can’t believe he did that.”
“Well so much for making a good first impression on your father” he laughs.
“It doesn’t matter, I think we can all put this behind us after a while anyway, my dad is so sorry he was a blubbering mess of shock as soon as I whisked you out the door and into your car”
“I hope we can, I really want your family to... approve of me”
“Well Carole already adores you, you know that. Finn is pretty laid back anyway and you seem to get along, and with my dad, I guess within time things will get better, he is still mad at us though, because of- you know, what he caught us doing” Kurt felt himself turning redder and he was glad that Blaine couldn’t see his reaction. Somehow he still seemed to notice it.
“It’s so cute how you get embarrassed over sexual things”
“Mhm” Kurt laughs back timidly, still embarrassed.
“We should of locked the door” Blaine lets out a small chuckle.
“Oh, yeah sorry about that, ha ha”
“It’s not your fault; I guess we were both kinda... caught up” Kurt heard Blaine clear his throat and shuffle on the other end of the phone
“Erm, yeah about that”
“I guess we should talk about it, eh?”
“Yeah, we should”
There was a long pause, until Blaine whispered into the phone.
“That was awesome by the way”
“Blaine!” Kurt giggled whilst lying on his bed, staring at his ceiling, “But yeah, it was pretty awesome”

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It had been an emotional few weeks for Kurt and Blaine, first the outburst with Kurt’s father, then the discussion of Kurt moving back to McKinley. Though nothing had been made official, Kurt badly wanted to move back to McKinley, he missed the New Directions, he missed Mercedes, he missed the drama, hell he even missed Rachel Berry and her obsessive reindeer sweaters.

Blaine was fine with Kurt moving back, obviously with the exception of Karofsky.
“We miss you so much”
“Isn’t there any way you could come back to McKinley?”
“I told him I would be all for it if it wasn’t for Karofsky” Blaine explained to Mercedes and Tina. “Kurt needs to be safe”
“Okay can we please change subject?”
“I’m just saying, I know this is something you really want but we are all concerned for your safety Kurt” Blaine looks directly at him, squeezing his hand.
“I know, I know, I just don’t wanna talk about him.” He sighed, glancing over to Santana who was staring into the distance, and then said her goodbyes and stood up to leave.
Weird. Kurt thought.

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Blaine hands shaked as they gripped the wheel, pulling into Kurt’s driveway. He parked, pulled the key out of the ignition and sat silently for a minute.

Okay Blaine, calm. There’s no reason for you to be nervous.
Apart from the fact that the last time you stepped foot into this house you were half strangled to death by your boyfriend’s father...
No, no. Burt has invited me here, he wants to talk. (Blaine denies his inner conscience)
He is obviously sorry; Kurt said so on the phone and he said he seemed genuine. Just act normal, no groping Kurt, although he will probably be wearing those super tight purple jeans that make you drool... and that short sleeved black polo that shows off his toned arms perfectly... and his hair will be flawless as per usual, and his beautiful face will be beautiful and his skin as smooth as porcelain...

Blackbird singing in the dea-
“Hello?”
“Hey”
“Are you gonna spend the next few hours sat in your car on my driveway staring into space and drooling or are you actually going to enter the house anytime soon?”
“W-what?” Blaine looked around to see Kurt sat in the window smiling at him, but then he disappeared from sight. Blaine blushed, had Kurt been watching him fantasize over him that whole time?
“Ha! You are so cute” Kurt giggled.
“No, that’s you”
Blaine turned his attention to the front door of Kurt’s house as it opened, revealing his beautiful boyfriend smiling adorably at him, the phone pressed to his ear. Kurt hung up and watched Blaine climb out of the car.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt in an instant, nuzzling into his neck and tightening his arms protectively whilst Kurt brought his hands around his neck to play with the dark curls on his head.

“I missed you”

“I missed you too, but Blaine, stop worrying”

“What do you mean?” Blaine pulled back to look at Kurt but still held him close.

“I know you’re nervous, there is no reason to be, my dad will not kill you”

Blaine gulped at Kurt’s sarcasm at the end of the sentence. He hesitated; flashbacks of the night they had been caught flickered across his brain. “I know”

Kurt pulled away and took Blaine’s hand, entwining their fingers together as he reached for the door handle.

Kurt glanced back to Blaine with a reassuring smile and Blaine returned an anxious one.
“We’re in this together” Kurt smiled, bringing their hands up to his face to run their knuckles softly over his lips. “Just stay calm, he is probably more scared than us about all of this” Blaine nodded, and seemed to relax a little, taking a step forward and squeezing Kurt’s hand that was tangled in his.

“Ready?” Kurt asked, twisting the doorknob.

“Ready when you are”