Nick Duval was a college sophomore visiting his home for the weekend between quarters before his new classes started up again. He attended school in New York but always came to visit his parents in California when he could. His dad Kurt was waiting at the baggage claim to take him back to their large two story ranch style home.

"Hi dad!" Nick called out when he saw his father's well styled hair from across the room.

Kurt perked up and smiled at his son warmly. "It's about time you got here. How has school been? Has the snow melted? You know if you had gone to school here you wouldn't have to deal with that."

Nick rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag as the carousel started to dispense the luggage. "Yes well I enjoy the craziness of the city. How's Pops been?"

"He's busy, now that everyone is off of school they're all coming in for appointments before they have to head back." Kurt gave his son a knowing look. "But he always has time to see his favorite and only son."

Nick grimaced at that and Kurt saw it. "Tomorrow afternoon he has a spot for you, and you're going."

Nick bit his lip anxiously. His other dad Blaine was a dentist and he absolutely hated going to see him. Well, perhaps hate was the wrong word. He didn't hate his father, he was terrified more so. "Dad, I don't need to go see him. I went to the student clinic at NYU."

"We both know that's a complete lie Nicholas. Tomorrow at 4, then he's going to take you out to dinner. Sound like a plan?" Kurt asked patiently.

Nick nodded his head silently as he followed his dad to the parking garage. "Good, just get this done and over with so you can enjoy your break."

The drive home from the airport was now silent thanks to Kurt. Nick was moping with his arms crossed and a pout on his lips. He didn't want this. He was adult for Christ's sake. He didn't have to do what his parents told him anymore. "I'm not going" he spoke up.

"Pardon me?" Kurt asked in a confused tone.

"I'm not going to dad's office. You can't make me, I'm 20 years old and I make my own decisions."

"Oh is that so? Well then mister 20-year-old. Who is paying your tuition right now? Certainly not your father's doctorate and high salary. No that can't be it." Kurt gave Nick a harsh sass in response. "You are going and I'm taking you myself now."

Nick cursed under his breath and sank lower in his seat. When they got back to the house he quickly took his bags upstairs and locked the door to his room for privacy. Kurt sighed at his son's theatrics and started getting dinner ready for when Blaine came home.

Blaine was packing up his briefcase at the office when he received a text from his husband indicating nick was home and not pleased. He sighed and shook his head as he placed his phone back in his jacket pocket and locked the doors to the building.

Nick was in his room listening to music when he heard a sharp knock on the door and his father Blaine's voice. "Nick, buddy, I'm home. Can I come in and see your face? I haven't seen you in months." He sounded sincere and nick missed his dad so he sat up groggily and stumbled over to unlock the door.

Blaine smiled down at his son when he saw his face. "Hi Nick, I missed you buddy." Blaine pulled him in for a tight hug. Nick hugged his dad back, forgetting for the moment why he was so upset earlier. He loved his dad and was glad to see him.

"You're dad has dinner ready if you want to come down and eat" Blaine spoke happily as he pulled away. He didn't want to push nick into talking about the big issue when they were just seeing each other.

The two made their way downstairs and sat at the table. Kurt had prepared everything already so Blaine started to serve himself and Nick just sort of picked at things here and there. "Is everything okay nick? Are you not hungry or just nervous for tomorrow" Kurt asked. Blaine looked up questioningly from his plate and glanced between the two. Nick just shook his head. He wasn't feeling well and that was definitely the reason. He ate a bit and then excused himself to the living room where he sat to watch the game. Blaine joined him since sports were their thing and eventually Nick became so enthralled with the show he forgot about being upset and relaxed with his father.

Nick and Blaine were smiling and Kurt rolled his eyes, it grew late and he patted Blaine on the back. "I'm going to bed, you can join me if you'd like. Nick will still be here tomorrow." Blaine nodded and ruffled his son's hair as he left to join Kurt for the night.

Nick yawned and headed up to be as well. He was tired from his flight and felt the need to sleep a lot. He crawled into his full sized bed and pulled the duvet over him not bothering to change or brush his teeth.

Nick woke up with his hair in a messy fluff and drool on his cheek. He must have been more tired than he initially thought. He groggily sat up and checked the time. It was 12:30. His dads were already at work and he had the house to himself for a while. He got up and brushed his teeth because he hated the nasty morning breath taste in his mouth. After taking care of business and combing his hair he hopped downstairs and poured himself some cereal and sat to watch some TV for a while.

Nick stretched out on the couch and stuffed a pillow under his head to relax. He got a text from his father Kurt and checked his phone right away.

[Nick, get dressed, we have to leave as soon as I get home]

Nick was confused and texted back to clarify.

[Leave for what?]

His dad responded almost instantly.

[Were going to see your father and then out to dinner. Wear something comfortable but clean.]

Nick read the text and cringed. He had forgotten about that and now he felt sick again. Nick looked up at the clock and saw the time now read 3:30. There was no chance of escape at this point, so he trumped upstairs and pulled on his nice jeans and a button up shirt. Nick made sure to run to the bathroom again and brush his teeth vigorously. He even flossed, though when his gums bled he panicked a bit. He heard Kurt coming in through the front door and started to shake a little in his bathroom.

Kurt came upstairs and found his son in the bathroom having a bit of an anxiety attack. "Nicholas, you know your father won't hurt you. Just take a deep breath and let's get in the car, we have to go now." Kurt rubbed his back and ushered his son down stairs. Nick was turning white at this point and the best thing Kurt could do was get him in the car and lock the door.

They drove to Blaine's office and Nick sat up ridged and straight in the front seat. Kurt wished he would relax but there was nothing he could do. They pulled into the parking lot and Nick started to shake his head automatically. Kurt saw some tears in his eyes start to fall and his heart broke for their son.

"Nick, its okay, don't cry. It's just a cleaning and exam and then well go out to dinner." Nick kept crying and didn't get out of the car. Kurt came around to his side and opened the door. He tried to coax Nick but nothing worked until he mentioned calling Blaine out to the car to retrieve him. Nick scrambled out fairly quickly and shut the door with shaking hands.

They walked into the office and Nick shook more violently as Kurt signed him in. The receptionist didn't make them wait and led them back right away to a small room. Nick refused to sit as she left to get his father.

Kurt came up next to nick as he stared down the chair and crossed his arms stubbornly. "Nick, sit down in the chair please. Your dad needs you to cooperate so he can see." Nick shook his head, then Blaine walked in.

"Hi Nick, how was your day to yourself? Did you sleep in?" Blaine asked casually as he sat on his stool. "Can you sit over here for me and we can just talk for a minute?"

Nick ignored his dad's questions and continued to shake his head. His breath had hitched when Blaine walked in and he was having trouble containing his emotions now.

"Come on Nick, just sit on the chair and were just talking. I'm not even going to lean you back. You can do this" Blaine coaxed.

Nick gulped and reluctantly walked over and sat in the chair. Kurt and Blaine smiled at him which only annoyed him more. He hated being treated like a child even though he was acting like one.

"Perfect Nick, so what's got you so worked up buddy?" Blaine scooted closer to chat with his son who looked utterly terrified.

Nick tried to find his voice as he looked up at his dad. "You're going to scrape at my teeth and it's going to hurt. Or what if you find something. And then you have to use needles and the drill, and you won't let me leave and I'll have to let you drill my teeth!" Nick cried out and he could no longer stop the tears from falling.

Blaine's heart hurt seeing his son this distressed. "Nick it's alright, the scraping won't hurt, it will just be a little uncomfortable. And if I do find anything I won't make you get it fixed today, you still have a say in this okay?" Blaine rubbed Nick's back for a bit and Kurt took his hand. That helped nick relax a little and he stopped crying.

"Can we try this now nick? If you want me to stop or you need a break you know you can just raise your hand remember?" Blaine spoke calmly and leaned the chair back.

Nick nodded shakily and opened his mouth fractionally. Blaine placed a bib on Nick and picked up his tools. He gently pressed down on Nick's jaw to open it a little more and will his way in.

Nick flinched a bit when his dad opened his mouth more. He felt the tools in his mouth and tried to turn his head away in panic. Blaine held him still as he moved. "No Nick, stay still, this will only take a few minutes" Blaine soothed.

"Nuh uh" Nick shook his head as best as he could. He attempted to sit up when His dad kept working but Kurt stopped him.

Nick raised his hand immediately when they wouldn't let him up. Blaine stopped what he was doing and put his tools down. "We stopped, you're alright, see? Everything is fine, you're still in control."

Nick tried to get up again but this time Blaine stopped him. "No Nick, you have a say in how fast we progress but we're still progressing. That's out of your hands" Blaine explained calmly but sternly. "Nothing bad is going to happen and even if there is a problem we won't worry about it today."

Nick clenched his jaw and was breathing quickly through his nose. His eyes darted between his dad's and then He screwed them shut and shook his head.

"No, no, Nick look at me, take some deep breaths. You can take your time and calm down. We're not going to force your mouth open" Blaine explained.

Nick opened his eyes and looked at Blaine pleadingly. He made a small whining sound in the back of his throat and a tear fell from his eyes. Kurt and Blaine sat patiently until Nick was ready again. Blaine turned off the light and moved the tools away so Nick could calm down.

"Honey, the longer you wait the longer were here, you know?" Kurt reasoned. "If you let your dad look and really quickly clean your teeth we can get out of here and go have dinner together."

Nick frowned but nodded fractionally and slowly opened his mouth again. He got skittish when the light was turned back on and Blaine picked up his tools but he forced himself to keep his mouth open.

"Good job Nick, you're doing great so far" Blaine praised. He began cleaning nicks teeth again, this time making slow deliberate movements when he moved so Nick didn't get startled again.

Nick hated the feeling of the tools scraping his teeth and he cringed visibly as his dad worked. A tear or two fell from his eye as he began to freak out again.

"Don't cry Nick it's alright, you're doing just fine and we're almost done" Blaine soothed. "Kurt can you come around to the other side and...er... Hold Nick for a minute. I need to start the polisher and I have a feeling he's not going to let me" he whispered.

Kurt got up and Nick watched with panicked eyes. "It's alright Nick, I'm here, just relax" Kurt cooed. He took nicks wrists and held them gently enough for him to think he was comforting him, but firmly enough to hold him down when he had to.

While Nick was distracted Blaine moved to a drawer and retrieved a mouth prop he rarely had to use except for sedation work. He scooted back over to his son and smiled at him gently. "Can you open nice and wide for me again Nick. I need to check something. We're almost done don't worry." Nick opened his mouth warily but did as his dad asked in hopes of getting out of there as fast as possible. What he wasn't expecting was what Blaine did next.

Nick felt his mouth being pried open wider and he couldn't stop it or close anymore. He made a move to lift his arms up and remove the tool himself but Kurt held his wrist firmly against the chair. That's when he heard the noise of the drill and had a complete meltdown. Nick shook his head from side to side and tears poured from his eyes. He wanted out and he couldn't even raise his hand to get them to stop.

He felt his dad polishing his teeth but he didn't even care anymore. Blaine was holding his head and Kurt his arms and they didn't seem to care how he felt.

The noise stopped and Nick blinked the tears from his eyes to see Blaine picking up his sharp tools again. "Nick, I'm doing the exam now and then we'll go. Hold still and don't move an inch okay. I don't want to hurt you by accident. I'll be very gentle I promise."

Nick made an angry noise of protest and Kurt scolded him for it. Then Blaine's tools were in his mouth and he could feel the scraping and tapping of the metal on his teeth and he hated it. There was a sharp pain in his upper jaw and he flinched out of reflex and tried to turn his head away. Nick whimpered in fear and glanced at his dad in a frightened manner.

"Looks like you have a decent sized cavity there Nick. I won't make you get it filled tonight though. You did well and have been through enough. You'll have to come back in before you head back to school though" Blaine explained as he removed the mouth prop and Kurt released his hands. Before they could say anything else Nick bolted from the room and ran outside to crouch down in the parking lot and sob.

Kurt and Blaine just looked at each other with frowns on their faces with an expression that said "yeah, we fucked up." Blaine cleaned up and put away their sons file while Kurt went out the front door to find Nick.

Kurt crouched down and put a hand on his shoulder when he approached to comfort Nick. The 20 year old flinched away half in anger and half out of reflex over what just happened. He glared at his dad and then started to sob a bit more. When Blaine emerged from the office after locking up nick turned his face away and cried harder. Both parents felt terrible for what they did.

Nick stumbled up onto his feet when Blaine unlocked the car door and crawled into the very back seat of the car. He pulled the jacket he brought over his head like a child and buried his face in his hands.

Two weeks passed and Nick was still avoiding his parents, more so out of fear than anger. The anger had consumed him for the first three days but now he was able to focus on the real problem. His trust for his parents was shattered now, and he was in no way going back to that hell hole to be held down and tortured. When it was three days until Nick flew back to NYC Kurt decided it was time to take care of this.

"Your dad and I have been talking," Kurt started over dinner that evening.

"Oh I'm sure you have, probably planning how to trick me into-"

"Nicholas that's enough," Blaine cut in. "your father and I just want what's best for you, and we're sorry for what we resorted to last time. We won't be making that mistake again," Blaine spoke firmly.

"Mistake?" Nick questioned incredulously. "Mistakes are when you give someone the wrong flavored toothpaste. A mistake would be to have an overbooked schedule. What you did was not a mistake!" nicks voice became more heated as he spoke. "Holding down your son and forcing his mouth open is not a mistake. That's a choice, and it was a terrible one!" he practically screamed.

Kurt looked taken aback at the outburst. "Nick your father didn't hurt you at all and he's not going to when he fills your cavity either.

"I. Don't. Believe you," Nick seethed as he stood up and threw the rest of his untouched food in the garbage.

Kurt sighed, "He's not going to expect us to understand, and he's certainly not going to cooperate."

"Then we tell him he has to or else," Blaine defended.

"That's not going to work either," Kurt huffed.

Little did they know, Nick was listening to their entire conversation while he packed his suitcase for his flight back to the university. He had his phone put and already managed to rearrange his flight arrangements to move ahead of schedule. Nick carefully dropped his bags down to the lawn from his second story bedroom window. He packed his backpack and went downstairs.

"I'm going out, I'll be back later." Before his parents could protest further he was out the door.

Nick had his uber ready to go, but he ended up waiting for a bit anyway as he thought there would be a longer argument over his sudden departure. By the time the texts started he was at the airport. When the calls came pouring in he was boarding the plane. It wasn't until he landed in and retrieved his bags that he called his father, Kurt, back and told him what he had done. There was a heated argument in the taxi back to school. Nick eventually hung up and stepped out into the chilled New York air. He wasn't planning on making amends anytime soon, especially since there were no amends made to him.