Hey! Here is an update! I've made Blaine's dad sort of a jerk...because I can really, enjoy!

Kurt and Blaine made their way hand in hand back to Blaine's parents apartment. It had been a long day and all of their energy had been spent on walking along Broadway and partly jumping up and down in excitement. The two were ready to crash in front of the TV with a movie and just enjoy being with each other. Once they reached the apartment, Blaine opened the door and walked through, dumping himself on the couch, opting to collect their bags from downstairs later. Kurt walked through the hallway mouth agape, taking in the feel of a real, top level New-York apartment. He walked through to the sitting room where Blaine had collapsed and sat next to him, yanking him up by his sleeve until he was sat upright.

'Blaine this apartment is gorgeous! Can I say thank you again?'

'Well, if you must.' Blaine teased, leaning in to receive the kiss Kurt was giving him, Blaine tried to deepen the kiss but Kurt pulled away.

'Oh no you don't, you are going to show me around and then we are going to go and get our bags from Jamie's, then we can do that.' Kurt said laughing at the kicked puppy look his boyfriend was giving him. 'Oh, don't pout dear, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can come back.'

'Fine, okay well this is the sitting room, where we sit.' He said in an overdramatic tone of voice, often found in estate agents. He grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him through to the kitchen. 'This is the kitchen where I microwave left over take out.' Kurt gave him a mock disapproving look but laughed anyway as he allowed himself to be lead into the bathroom. 'This is the bathroom, where...yep.' Blaine trailed off in giggles along side his boyfriend, who was being pulled into a bedroom. 'And this is where...' Blaine went silent. Kurt looked at him in confusion.

'Where we what? Your not shy are you?' Kurt mocked, Blaine just stared into the room, in an attempt to understand what was going on, he popped his head around the door frame to see the room, where he was greeted by the sight of a stern looking middle aged man, who's cat like, green eyes were staring into Blaine's. He wasn't sure what to do, the man had not spoken or moved since the boys had entered the apartment. Did he think it would be funny to just sit there and scare the life out of them? The room was still a moment longer, it was then Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and speed walked towards the door, pulling Kurt along with him.

'Blaine Anderson, stop right there.' A voice boomed behind them. Blaine turned to Kurt quickly.

'Kurt, go down stairs please.' Kurt looked at him like he was crazy.

'I'm not just going to leave you!' he whisper-shouted back. But before Blaine could argue, his father stepped around the corner and looked at their interlinked hands. Mr. Anderson was taller the Blaine, but slightly shorter than Kurt was, but that didn't make him less intimidating, he had a certain look about him, almost cat like and vicious, it lacked the softness and kindness of Blaine's.

'Who is that?' Mr. Anderson enquired, staring at Blaine, not acknowledging Kurt or even looking at him.

'Dad, this is Kurt.' Blaine said meekly. Kurt noticed that Blaine changed around his father, he looked small and vulnerable. Kurt knew nothing that had gone on, but he did know that he wanted to wrap Blaine in his arms and shield him from whatever he was feeling at that present moment.

'Yes, but who is he?' he asked in a sterner tone. Blaine wasn't replying to him, he kept looking down at the floor, biting his bottom lip, which Kurt recognised as a sign of distress. He didn't know what to do, but he decided something had to be done. So he reached his hand out to the man in front of him, who still hadn't looked at him.

'Hello Mr. Anderson, I'm Kurt, a friend of Blaines.' Mr. Anderson looked at his hand, with a look of disgust on his face, and then finally looked up to meet his eyes.

'Why are you here?'

'Errr, I told Blaine I was coming up here for Christmas and he said he was too, so he said I could stay, save paying for a hotel room.' Kurt figured that it would sound better if his father thought Blaine hadn't invited him.

'Do you not have a family Kurt? Someone else you would like to spend Christmas with.' He enquired in a judging manner. Kurt thought a sob story may help the process along, besides the man knew nothing about him.

'No sir, my mum died when I was a child, my father owns a tyre shop back in Lima so he never get's to leave, he told me I could travel here, because I plan to come to New York for college.' He said, trying to keep his calm, he was usually good at lying, but there was something about this man that caused him distress.

'You're the son of a tyre shop owner?' he seemed impressed. 'So you know right from wrong then?' he asked giving a glance Blaine's way. Kurt knew exactly what he was implying, he thought Kurt was straight and thought that being gay was wrong. Kurt wanted to rip the mans head off, lash out, confront him and tell him how perfect his son is and he should like seeing him smile, not cower when approached by his father. But for Blaine's sake, he was trying to get rid of the man.

'Yes sir, I do know what is right and wrong.' It wasn't a lie. Kurt was right, he was wrong. Simple.

'Okay then, I'll leave you boys to it, have fun! Hey Kurt, there are some action movies in the cupboard, don't let Blaine bore you with his musicals. I'm heading home now anyway, bye Kurt!' Then he was gone.

Kurt stood in shock. That did not just happen. A shaky breath escaped from Blaine, bringing Kurt back down to reality. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy who started shaking in his arms. He guided him over to the couch, sitting him down, racking his mind for something to say.

'Blaine, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry he does that to you, I'm sorry your hurt, but I'm mostly sorry I lied. I didn't know what you wanted.' Kurt whispered in his ear, running his hand along Blaine's hunched over spine. Blaine sniffed once, then straightened up and interlaced his and Kurt's fingers together.

'You are the most wonderful person in the world.' He said simply. Kurt looked at him confused. 'Really, you just managed to make him respect you after what he saw and what he thought. It's too late for me, but he respects you and no-one got hurt plus we have been left alone!'

'But Blaine, you shouldn't have to feel like...what do you mean no-one got hurt?' Kurt asked recalling his boyfriends words. Blaine lowered his head down, looking timid again, Kurt wanted to tell him to forget he said anything and carry on, but he felt he needed to know.

'Well, when my dad get stressed, he turns to drink.' Blaine spoke slowly, like he was forcing the words out, Kurt squeezed his hand encouragingly. 'When he has had something to drink, he turns violent.' Kurt was expecting this, but it sounds so awful coming from Blaine's mouth. He looked like he was going to explain further, but Kurt just wrapped him in his arms and nuzzled his neck.

'It's okay Blaine, you don't owe any explanation.' He mumbled into his neck. 'How about we put on a movie? I brought Moulin Rouge with me.' Blaine nodded and pulled back, giving Kurt a sad smile.

'You always know how to make me feel better.'

Kurt ran downstairs, bringing their luggage up and put on the film. That night the two boys fell asleep on the couch, wrapped in each others arms.

Sadness! What do you want to happen to them, something fun now! Some fluff hopefully in the next chapter!