Scene: Blaine’s house, Thursday evening
Kurt stepped forward and took Blaine’s hand, squeezing gently but reassuringly. “You want to watch Valentine’s Day and laugh at how ridiculous Ashton Kutcher looks?” he murmured, following his boyfriend out of the office. It had been a horrible idea to come. Kurt had wanted to just talk to Robert Anderson, just try to make him understand what a lovely, wonderful human being Blaine was - but obviously, neither of their tempers was conducive to such a discussion. He felt his stomach squirm and wondered if he’d just made things worse. The stiffness in Blaine’s posture worried him - Blaine had been so adamant about not going through with this, and although Kurt knew he’d never say anything as juvenile as ‘I told you so’, it still saddened him. “Or we can just cuddle,” he suggested, interlocking his fingers with Blaine’s and leaning forward to kiss his ear - a little clumsily, as they were still walking.
He shrugged at the movie suggestion and gave a soft little smile as he felt Kurt’s lips flutter over his ear. He couldn’t help but laugh as he squeezed Kurt’s hand and turned his head to kiss his cheek, before he opened the door to his bedroom and pushed himself in. Unlike at the Hummel-Hudsons, he could let the door to his room click and not be disturbed, but he still couldn’t put the envelope, not with both his parents downstairs. “We can do both, pick out the movie you want,” he had a small collection in one of his bookshelves, “and pop it in the tray.” He went to lie down on the bed, watching Kurt move around his bedroom comfortably. He was still a bit phased from the conversation, but all he wanted to do in that moment was relax, and more importantly, forget.
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Scene: Blaine’s house, Thursday evening
Kurt pressed his lips together, shaking a little bit from the enormity of emotion he was feeling. And if he was this shaken up - god, he couldn’t even imagine what Blaine was feeling. Kurt loosened his hold on Blaine’s waist and gently turned one-eighty degrees so that he was next to Blaine instead of in front of him, their hips bumping together. He stared at Robert Anderson blankly, unable to figure out whether his words were something to be happy about or not. On one hand, he’d apologized - but he was also admitting that he couldn’t(or wouldn’t, Kurt thought) accept Blaine’s sexuality and decisions. Kurt still had his arms wound around Blaine’s waist, fingers interlocked and resting on his boyfriend’s hipbone - the one that wasn’t pressed into his. Kurt let out a quiet breath and wondered internally if he should attempt to make a semi-dignified exit. He shot Blaine a questioning look.
Blaine felt his heart clamp in his chest at his father’s words, but it didn’t change the fact that his father would probably never accept him for who he is without condition. Still feeling Kurt’s arms wrapped around his hip, he gave a slow nod and felt exasperated with grief and longing. He’d never measure up. He’d never be Cooper. He’d never be straight. He’d never be a lot of things, and though he generally had a happy and carefree disposition, sometimes all of that just hurt. “Well, thank you for your input, as always.”
He turned his head to look at his boyfriend, taking in an all too sharp breath. “Kurt?” Flicking his head back, he peeled himself away from the boy and started out of his father’s office, his fingers wiggling for Kurt to take. Blaine could still feel his father’s eyes boring into his own, and for a brief moment in passing, he wondered if his dad had any regrets for the choices he was making in life.
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Scene: Blaine’s house, Thursday evening
Kurt ran his hands up and down Blaine’s back, trying to offer him as much comfort as possible. His chest ached as he eventually settled on encircling Blaine’s waist with his arms, pressing soft kisses to his curly hair. Kurt wasn’t fond of PDA - even if they hadn’t been attending an incredibly homophobic school, he highly doubted that he and Blaine would be the type to make out at their lockers or anything like that. But this - this wasn’t something like that, it wasn’t the same thing at all. This was just being here for the boy he loved so much, more than himself sometimes.
He closed his eyes and felt a few tears slip down his cheeks. “I love you,” he whispered, holding Blaine even closer. “I love you, and I’m so sorry, baby. I-” Kurt choked on his own words, because he couldn’t think straight anymore. Blaine was here, in his arms, shaking and needing comfort, and all Kurt wanted to do was give him everything. Did I honestly think I was in love before?
Blaine closed his eyes and wrapped both his arms around Kurt’s waist tightly, feeling the sting of hot tears burning down his cheek as he took in a deep, shuddering breath. He didn’t know what else he could say or do to make his father love and accept him. He’d given up, and the exhaustion of that had tipped him over, because for a brief second, he’d hoped. He’d hoped this would work. He hadn’t even looked up when he heard his father speak, calm and evenly.
“I’m sorry, Blaine.” Sorry for what, Mr. Anderson didn’t quite know yet. Blaine stopped breathing as he tucked his head out from Kurt’s shoulder and looked back at his father.
“Y—” But Blaine couldn’t form words.
“I can’t accept you for what you are yet… or ever,” Robert continued, and despite the presence of “or ever,” the word yet blazed in Blaine’s eyes, because maybe there was a chance he actually would some day. “But you are my son. And I love you, I’ll always love you, no matter what lot you take in life.”
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Scene: Blaine’s house, Thursday evening
“Blaine.” His boyfriend’s appearance had certainly startled him, but Kurt moved towards Blaine instinctively, tears pressing at the corners of his eyes. Because Blaine didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve this man and these pressures and this rigid future planned out for him. Kurt promptly forgot about Robert Anderson’s presence as he cupped Blaine’s face in his hands and used his thumbs to brush Blaine’s cheeks gently. “Blaine, please, baby. You could never be a disappointment… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have come, you were right. This was such a bad idea, I’m sorry.” Kurt knew that he was babbling, but there was something tightly wedged in his throat and his heart and he just wanted to wrap Blaine up, steal him away so that they could just be. Without judging parents or sneering bullies or anything. Just them.
“Blaine,” he murmured, lowering his head to brush his nose against his boyfriend’s. “Hey, Blaine. I…” He bit down on his lower lip, his entire body trembling fiercely. “I want to marry you too,” he whispered, kissing away the tear that had been making its way down Blaine’s face. “I- I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. But you- you shouldn’t have been listening. God, why did you listen?” Kurt raised his head and turned, shooting Robert Anderson a fierce glare. “How dare you call your own son a sinner, when he’s so much more capable of love than you are.” Kurt’s voice broke, anger and sorrow making it sound like shattered glass.
Blaine felt himself huddle in as Kurt began to show obvious physical attention, his arms crossing his chest even as he felt his boyfriend lean in closer. He didn’t feel comfortable with PDA around his dad for obvious reasons, but he couldn’t deny that he was very vulnerable in that moment and susceptible to any comfort. Robert turned his head away, a hand set to his desk as he delved deep into his own reserve of thoughts, because no matter what, he didn’t like to see his boy crying, knowing he was the cause of that.
“It’s okay,” Blaine finally whispered to Kurt once and then over and over, who seemed to smother him up with all the attention he didn’t even know he needed. Finally, Blaine budged, his arm wrapping tightly around Kurt’s waist as he rested his head in the crook of Kurt’s neck, just exhaling and shuddering all at the same time. Robert turned his head as he was addressed, and he had so much he could say, so much he wanted to put across that could possibly be a comfort to Blaine, to prove that he loved him, that he only wanted the best for him in his own image, even if he had trouble accepting his lifestyle. But his jaw locked and he covered his mouth, avoiding a rebuttal.
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Scene: Blaine’s house, Thursday evening
“It’s not a disorder!” Kurt’s voice climbed in volume, and he winced at how raw and desperate it sounded. “There’s nothing wrong with him, Mr Anderson! He loves Glee, he loves to sing, and he’s damn good at it too. Why are you insisting on trying to mold him into your image? Blaine is…” Kurt took a deep, shuddering breath. “He’s such a beautiful human being. And you are just ignoring all of that and I just… I don’t understand. Can’t you see that if you force him to go to Yale, he will hate you for the rest of his life? Does that not matter to you? Does he not matter to you?” He took another breath, clenching his hands into fists until his fingernails dug into the soft skin of his palm. “And I’ll leave. I’ll leave, I’ll never come back if that’s what you really want, but that’s not going to change Blaine. Just like building a car with him didn’t change him, just like you threatening to throw him out of the house didn’t change him.” Kurt raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on the older man, internally kicking himself for losing control so quickly.
“Don’t shout at me in my office! Have some respect, or do they not teach that in Lima Proper?” He barked, proving even at his age that civility was an even harder to grasp on to. And that petty insults come even easier. “I know my son. I raised him, and I admit that perhaps I am at fault for what he’s become. Perhaps he needed a better father figure in his life growing up, hence why he’s turned to sin. At seventeen, however, living under my roof, I can dictate who he sees and where he chooses to spend his time. And tread lightly, boy, because I will not hesitate to transfer my son back to Dalton Academy by the beginning of next week, with no returning contact.”
“No, you wont,” a voice came from the doorway, clearly having listened in on more of the conversation than he should have. Blaine’s voice was racked with emotions as he stepped into his father’s office. “I can make my own decisions. You can’t tell me what to do with my life or tell me who I’m supposed to love.”
“Blaine…” Robert said quietly, glancing from Kurt and back to his son. A tear fell down Blaine’s cheek as he looked at his father, his fists balled as every emotion hit him all at once; anger, relief, utter devastation, embarrassment…
“I know I’m a dis… disappointment to you, because I’m nothing but your gay son,” his voice snarled as he said the words in disdain. “But I’m a good person and I… I love Kurt, dad. I don’t want to date or marry a girl and go to Yale and study law. I want to marry Kurt some day, and maybe try to get into NYADA, or I don’t know, become a teacher. But I don’t want what you want for me, and I never will.”
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Scene: Blaine’s house, Thursday evening
Kurt’s eyes flashed. “My father,” he enunciated the word carefully, “trusts me. He doesn’t need to know every single thing that I’m doing. He has faith that I will make good decisions.” He let out a small, sarcastic laugh. “But I suppose trust doesn’t come into the equation when you can’t even accept your son for who he is.” Kurt caught his breath, cursing internally - he’d promised himself he wouldn’t delve too deeply into this. But just the sight of Robert Anderson, the aura of cold disdain he was giving off - it rubbed Kurt the wrong way. He’d never been volatile, exactly, but he did find himself upset and angry fairly often - yet he was sure he had never felt like this before.
“I don’t understand.” His voice was quiet. “I don’t understand, Mr Anderson, how you can look at your younger son and just see what he’s not, instead of what he is.”
Robert’s brow furrowed in a way all too similar to Blaine’s, his eyes narrowing as this young man dared raise that condescending tone. He bit his tongue, biding his tongue for Kurt to finish, but the boy’s softening tone didn’t appease him. His jaw tightened as he took a few steps toward the young man, intimidating and precise as if he was in the court room.
“I know very well what my son is, boy, and that doesn’t mean I have to accept it or acknowledge it. My son’s disorder is out of my hands, as is his decision to throw away his integrity for mindless frivolities such as show choir, which I can only hope dissolves itself before his Yale acceptance letter arrives in the post. Which it will, young Mr. Hummel, it will. I will not allow my son to throw away his education. Not for an instant, and if you’ve come here to persuade me, it would be in your best interest to leave.”
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