I was shaking. My lips were already turning purple, my face was freezing and I was now regretting my choice on not taking my gloves and my hat. I guess this was natural, regarding the fact that I was and had been standing outside in the middle of January for over 30 minutes without the proper attire to withstand the frost.
The past half an hour had been me sitting on a bench outside of my fathers law firm, leading a heated self argument inside my head, wether I should go inside and do what I had traveled 600 miles for or let my fear shoo me away from delivering the envelope secured in my coat pocket. I had to do this. Kurt would never forgive me if I didnt try to overcome my fear of speaking to my father, and I wouldnt either. The thing that was keeping me from doing this was obvious to most anyone who had heard atleast something about my father.
Jack Anderson had never been a particually accepting kind of guy, especially when it came to his family. He always had to have things go his way and threaten you if they didn�t. So when I had come out to him and my mother Emely, things went very wrong. Jack just couldnt believe he had raised me for the past 14 years, to one day be just like him, and I was suddenly rebelling against his will by telling him I was different. By telling him I would never marry a girl. And he couldnt handle that. He had started shouting at me. Telling me and the entire neighbourhood that I was a worthless fag who didnt deserve to be his son.
By the time my mother had dragged him away from me, I was slumped against the wall, my left eye was beaten black and my mouth was filled with blood when his fist had collided with my lower lip. He had also kicked me in the groin, while shouting about getting me sent to rehab. I was shaking and sobbing, having lost all belief in humanity. The next three years had consisted of me going to school and avoiding my father completely, hiding away from the public and burrying myself within my schoolwork.
Transferring to Dalton had been a large improvement in my life, gardually lifting my spirits. Performing with the Warblers uncovered a side of me that had been hidden for the past three years and I made some of my best friends there. But the day I met Kurt everything changed and the skies suddenly cleared. Just like that, there was still proof of perfection, standing infront of me, smiling like an angel. I fell fast and hard and I was still falling more and more every minute I spent with my one true love and soon to be husband. He had helped me escape out of my bubble. He had helped me get over the tormentors of my past and leave them behind. He was also the reason I was where I was right now.
Contained in the envelope was a wedding invatation adressed to my parents. It wasnt just any invatation, it was our invitation. After two years of being engaged we were finally getting married on Febuary 14th (and yes I realize how cliche it is to get hitched on valentines day ) At first I didnt want to invite my parents. Ofcourse it would be sad not to have my mom walk me down the isle, but I couldnt risk my father messing mine and Kurt�s wedding up, especially with there being an open bar in the planning. But Kurt noticed I felt down about it and made me take the risk after all of inviting them. But I had to do it personally.
Two days ago, we had flown out from New York to stay with Burt and Carole for a week or so. Kurt had also wanted to hand over the invite personally and he did that night. Carole had been as enthusiastic as always, immediately engulfing us into a large hug and shedding a tear or two. Burt, even though he�ll refuse to admit it to you if you were to ask him, may have also gotten red eyed. Me and Kurt had spent yesterday visiting Mr.Shue and Emma at McKinley, also greeting the occasional teachers that recognized us, and secretely making out behind the bleachers. It was wonderful, as was the night that followed if you get what I mean.

It had been an hour since I had arrived in Westerville at my fathers law firm, and I was to much of a chicken to go inside and face him. I took out my phone and saw I had one text message from Kurt. I checked it and my heart started to swell up. It was simply one word followed by a little heart.

My Love: Courage
A tear rolled down my cheek. God, we were sappy. But in the best way possible. The text gave me the last bit of actual courage I needed to do this, even if it was a bit pathetic.

I pushed myself up of the bench and proceeded to walk towards the steps that led into the building. I jogged up the stairs, but hesitating to open the door. I took a deep breath, and started repeatedly whispering "Have courage" under my breath. I pushed the door open, feeling the cold of the frozen handle on my freezing fingers. I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me as quietly as I could. The shaking from earlier had dissapeared a few minutes ago, only to start again now.

Since I was familiar with my sorroundings, I avoided the secretary, since she wasn�t paying any attention anyway and headed up to the second floor where my fathers office was located. My hands were full on shivering as i aproached the door to the office. I couldn�t back down now. Not when I had come some far. I laughed at last that thought, it was so ridiculous. Then the shock came back to me. I was about to face my father. My abusive father. I tried to shake the thoughts away but I couldnt stop. I took a deep breath and thought about the thing that made tis moment that was about to happen worthwhile. I owed this to Kurt. I owed this to us.


My hand was raised and my fingers were folded into a fist. I tried to knock once, but hesitated. My hand was shaking like crazy, but I tried to ignore it. Suddenly the door infront of me opened. I was staring right into my fathers eyes.

"Blaine ?" he asked, his voice a slight bit strained but not at all caring. I couldnt speak. I simply nodded, humming. The thing that was to happen next infuriated me. "My god Blaine I�ve been so worried about you recently. How dare you not visit or atleast call for 2 years ?!". He tried hugging me, but I stepped backwards.

I was boiling with rage. Thats when I burst. " You were worried ?! You�re actually telling me that you were somewhat concerned of where I was or what I was doing ? Frankly Jack, thats absolut fucking bullshit ! When I needed you the most, you and Emely turned on me. You abused me because I didnt fit into your ideals by being who I was. "

For a second my father�s emotions were unreadable. Then his face dropped into a frown. "Blaine, please stop being irrational. Me and your mother have both changed. We realized what we did wrong and we�re sorry. Please come inside and we can talk"

"You�re sorry ?!" I raged " You think that emotionally and physically abusing a 14 year old boy is something you can just say "Sorry" about to apoligize. " I thought my ears had been deceiving me when he had said that, but he actually had. That bastard.

"Blaine, son, please lower your voice and step inside I can explain." he stepped back through the doorframe, motioning me to a chair positioned infront of his desk. I took of my anorak, placing it over the back of the chair and sat down. I cleared my throat and proceeded to say what I had come here to say " Jack, before you try and explain anything, please just listen to me. I came to give you something. Even though I am dissapointed and mad at you, to say the least, I dont want you to be missing when I have the best day of my life."

I reached behind my back, locating the pocket that contained the envelope. My hand was shaking again as I reached into it and tugged at the white paper. Up until now I hadn�t shown how much all this was affecting me, besides my rage. I pulled my hand, which was now holding the invitation up to the level of the table. I stretched my arm out towards my father. He took it and immediately began to study it.

"You�re getting married Blaine. You actually are. God damn, I didnt even know you were engaged. What kind of father am I ? God Blaine, Im so fucking sorry." and then he started crying. In the 20 years I had known my father, I had never seen or hear him cry. He had never shown much emotion around me or Cooper. It made me believe that he actually meant what he had said. And then I also started crying. I didnt know why I was crying but I was.
I was crying because I believed him.
I believed he was sorry.
And I believed his support.
And for the first time in 5 years I smiled at my father.

The end.