A/N New Story! I know I probably shouldn't be writing two different stories at one time but it just came to me and I couldn't help myself! And before you ask, no I do not have a "thing" with our boys being hurt. I just love writing angst and them comforting each other because it's just so sweet and Klaine-like! The first chapter will be short but it's just the introductory. Kurt and Blaine are both at McKinley except Blaine is a senior with Kurt, the way it SHOULD be.

Disclaimer! I do not own Glee or its characters. All property goes to Fox, Ryan Murphy, and the rest of its owners.

Getting To Know You

Chapter One: George Anderson

It was 6:30 P.M. on a school night. We were at my house on my bed, with the door slightly cracked of course, and I couldn't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be than to be in his arms. I felt his gentle fingers tighten his grip on me and those familiar lips press to my neck. He hummed in satisfaction, "I love you so much." I smiled at his lovingness.

"I love you too, Blaine." I sighed gently as I lay my head back, enjoying him kiss my sensitive neck. I got so caught up in the moment I couldn't help myself, I let my hand travel to the bottom of his shirt and massage the skin under his navel. He let out a little groan and started to suck on my neck so I took that as a good sign. That's when it happened; I slid my hand under his shirt, working my way up his stomach. My fingers were barely above his belly button and he made a noise like he was trying to strangle a scream.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled it out from under his shirt. Truthfully, his grip shocked and hurt me. "Blaine! What are you doing? Let go of me!" I jerked my wrist away from him. Blaine stood up and walked away from the bed. His eyes grew wide and stared at the bed, it seemed like he was trying to process something. "Blaine, I am so so sorry. I didn't mean to, I just—I just got caught up. I shouldn't have done that if you weren't comfortable. I never want to pressure you into—"

"Stop, Kurt—I should be apologizing." Blaine slowly sat back onto the bed, but instead of sitting beside me against the headboard, he sat towards the foot of my bed.

I shook my head, "No, you did nothing wrong. I mean, you hurt my wrist a little but I shouldn't have done that."

"Kurt, if you want to touch me you should be able to." Blaine shrugged.

I lifted an eyebrow confused, Blaine seemed insecure right now. Is he insecure with his body? He has a fantastic body! I've never seen him so insecure before. "Well not without your consent first, it's your body. Would you touch me in places I wasn't comfortable with?"

"No, of course not, that's different." Blaine shook his head.

"How? It's the same situation."Then Blaine just shrugged, refusing to answer. I knew something was up. Blaine is always confident, respectful, and a gentleman. Why would he put my satisfaction before his? Something just doesn't add up. The rest of that night was spent with me hugging Blaine and trying not to bring it up again.

As much as I wanted to talk to Blaine about his insecurities, I needed to respect his privacy for now. He should tell me when he's comfortable, after all. Although it really did kill me to see Blaine lying in my arms almost tense, as if I would hurt him in anyway.

Next week, Monday, Blaine didn't show up at school, he didn't even let me know he wasn't going to show. I had Mercedes, Rachel, and Finn asking me questions about him the entire day. Blaine is just not the kind of boy to not go to school. Blaine would go to school with an I.V. attached to his arm. Then finally, right before glee club, I get a text from Blaine saying: Not coming to glee today.

Really, Blaine? I haven't heard from you all day, I haven't seen you all day, and you haven't told me anything until this? I guessed that much. I rolled my eyes texting back: Yeah I kind of figured that. Where the hell are you? Why didn't you tell me you're not coming today?

Then he texted back: Something came up. Sorry gtg!

I guess I could understand if something happened all of a sudden but could he not tell me about it throughout the whole day? I know I sound selfish right now but I'm just worried about him. I want to know if everything's okay. I just shrugged it off knowing Blaine would tell me about it later. Then he didn't. He didn't see me after school because that something that came up is still going on obviously, so he called me that night. Then Blaine refused to tell me what came up.

I hate to say this, but my trust in Blaine is starting to decrease. . . Why isn't he telling me anything?

As much as our dates started to decrease and Blaine eventually tensed whenever I would hug him, the one thing that set me off was what happened at one of our Friday night dinners. I've never met Blaine's parents before, for one, he's not that close to them like I am with dad and Carole. Two, I would highly doubt they would want to meet me since I'm Blaine's boyfriend and not girlfriend. So I usually don't talk to Blaine about his parents unless he brings it up. At that particular Friday night dinner, Blaine came, invited of course, and when dad asked Blaine, "So what does your father do?" Blaine choked a little and swallowed it down with water.

"Come again?" Blaine asked dad with big eyes.

"For a living? What's your father do?"

"Oh… um… He's an insurance agent." Blaine shrugged and his voice seemed shaky. Dad just hummed obliviously and continued to eat.

"May I be excused, sir?" Blaine asked. Dad just nodded while Blaine got up, I shot dad a glance and followed Blaine into the end of our hallway. He had his head pushed into the wall and it looked like he was trying to teach himself how to breathe.

"Are you okay?" I asked, walking up to him.

Blaine spun around and swallowed thickly, "Yeah…I—I just gotta pee," he stuttered. God Blaine, stop lying to me.

"No you don't. Your eyebrows usually scrunch up when you have to pee."Blaine frowned and took a deep breath. He should know by now, I knew that about him.

A question that has haunted me for weeks seemed to come out of my mouth uncontrolled, "Are you—Are you hiding something from me?"

"Kurt, no it's not like that." Blaine sighed.

I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. "What's not like that?"

Blaine groaned. "Kurt, please don't worry about me. I'll be fine." His eyes darted to the right side of the hallway, completely avoiding eye-contact.

"Does it concern your dad?" I asked him, although I knew it did.

"Does what concern my dad?" Blaine finally looked at me, with those confused hazel eyes.

"I don't know! Whatever it is your hiding from me."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because I feel like I can't trust you right now. You're acting really weird all of a sudden. Blaine, I love you so much but here lately I've been worried about you. You know you can tell me anything, right?" I saw worry in his hazel eyes and he slowly nodded, looking away from me again. I slowly walked up to him and placed my hands on his shoulders. I felt his muscles tense underneath my fingers. "Blaine, look at me. Relax a little, okay? Your acting like you're scared of me almost like—you think I'm going to hurt you or something." I kissed him shortly. "Just talk to me honey."

His eyes started to water and a tear fell down his cheek. "I can't I—I have to go."

"No you don't. Dinner isn't over yet. Please Blaine, come here, I don't know why you're upset but there's something bothering you. What is it?" I held his hand as he relaxed against the hallway wall. He just sighed and continued to shake, as tears fell down his cheeks.

"Is it me?" his face shot up and looked at me shocked.

"What?"

"Yeah, I notice every time you do something out of ordinary here lately, it involves around me. What did I do that you don't like?"

"No Kurt. It's not you. You're perfect. You're the perfect boyfriend; I love you so much... Whenever you worry, please don't ever think it's about you." I smiled at his loving words but I knew something is still bugging him.

I sighed, "Then what is it?"

"Do I have to tell you now?" he bit his lip.

"No but will you tell me soon? Because you know I won't give up."

Something is wrong with him and I know it involves his dad. I'm so worried about him; I hope it's nothing serious. But if it wasn't serious, then would he be all tense and distant from me? It has to be something serious to him. God, I wish he could tell me.

One afternoon I was taking over the front desk in dad's shop because he was really busy working on numerous cars with Finn. I was so busy writing out updates on vehicles and order forms that I didn't notice someone walk up to the desk and clear their throat. I looked up and saw a man that immediately reminded me of Blaine. His hazel eyes seemed to glare through to my soul and his hair, although was not black, was thick and brushed down. "May I help you?" I asked this man.

"George Anderson. I'm here to pick up my car."

"Oh… Um, alright. Let me just check your file. . . " I had no idea if his car was finished. Dad always told me to check the customer file and I could retrieve the customer their keys and help them find their car if it's ready. I started to look through the A's until he interrupted me.

"No it's fine. I'll just take it now." He said.

"I'm sorry sir it's standard procedure." I shook my head at the man's rudeness.

"Hey I can get you fired you know by complaining to your boss." Seriously? He's going to be this kind of customer giving me crap today?

"My boss is my father. I don't work here I'm just helping him out, and he told me to do this with each customer. Now here's your—"

"Burt Hummel is your father?" he asked. I nodded. "Hummel… Where have I heard that before? Kurt? Kurt Hummel?" I nodded again. "You sing with them Warblers before?" I nodded once more. "Huh…"

"How do you know of them?" I asked him, checking his file.

"My son used to go there." I gasped and my hands shook as I checked his file. This is Blaine's father. He had to be, he looks like him, his last name is Anderson…This douche bag is the man that made my boyfriend almost chokes himself just with the word of him. His father sure is arrogant and cocky… Although he seems a little bit more than that. Dad had completed everything except for a new belt that hasn't arrived yet.

"Oh. I'm sorry your car isn't ready." I told him.

"Is that so?" the man raised his thick eyebrows at me and grabbed the file from me, about to turn on his heel and leave.

"Mr. Anderson! You can't! That's property of Hummel Tires and Lube!" I yelled after him. He laughed and turned around at me and looked at me like he was about to say something nasty about my body. He made me feel insecure.

"Your voice sure does go high when you get nervous huh?" My eyes widened, who does this man think he is? "You gay?" he asked me. I nodded slowly. "Do you have a boyfriend? A boyfriend who plays guitar, has black curly hair, and extremely short?" This man terrified me. He knows me? He knows I'm dating Blaine? How? Blaine never told him about me… I felt like I could faint.

"How do you know about me?" I asked him, shaking.

"Answer the question!"

"Hey! Hey!" I heard Finn yell and he ran over to the front desk. I have never been so happy to see Finn before. "This guy giving you problems, Kurt?" Finn asked me. I looked at Blaine's father, scared to what he would say to me if I said yes. George raised his eyebrows at me and I sunk to the seat at the desk and shook my head. "Sir that's property of Hummel Tires and Lube" Finn said with his hand out.

"Fine." George said, handing his file to Finn. "Just tell me when my car is ready, and I want to hear from your gay employee, or I'm not paying Burt." George said and stormed out. Finn's mouth hung open, I was still shaking.

"Want me to go punch him, Kurt?" I shook my head. "Kurt you're shaking, what did he do? Why are you letting him getting away like this?"

"That's Blaine's dad." I whispered.

"That asshole is Blaine's dad?" Finn asked and looked down at the form. "George Anderson." He read it.

"He knows I'm dating Blaine…he knows I'm Blaine's boyfriend." I breathed out, my heart starting to pound fast.

"Why is that a bad thing?" Finn asked obliviously.

"He's a homophobe, Finn. He's tried numerous times to 'turn Blaine straight'. Now I have to talk to him again."

"No, you don't. Burt can." Finn stood beside me and retrieved the file to its place in alphabetical order.

"He wants to hear from me or dad won't get paid. Dad's spending a lot of time on his car he deserves the money." I felt my hands slowly stop shaking and my heart beat returning to normal.

"You can't let Blaine's dad push you around like that, Kurt. What do you think Blaine would do?" I looked up at Finn. What would Blaine do? Does he ignore his dad completely? Does his dad treat him like this? "Look Kurt, why don't you go inside and relax for a while. I'm caught up with my work and I'll take over these files, alright? You look like you need to talk to Blaine anyways."

I nodded and left the garage. I turned around and saw Finn writing out things on paper and dad underneath a pick-up. I sighed walking outside to our house next door. I went upstairs to my room and lay on the bed. My phone buzzed and Blaine's face popped up. Wow Blaine, nice timing. I picked up, "Hey baby" I breathed out, trying to sound calm.

"Hey I miss you" I heard his smooth voice. I smiled.

"I miss you too. What you doing?"

"Just finished mowing the yard, I reek. I need a shower." I giggled at his cuteness.

"I bet you look all sexy when your hair's wet with sweat though."

"Wow. Kurt Hummel attracted to stench? This is new."

I laughed, "I'm attracted to you, Blaine. I want to see you today. I haven't seen you in two days."

"I know. . . My dad's out right now but he'll be back. Maybe I'll just leave a note and come over?"

I flinched when Blaine mentioned his dad. "Where did your dad go?" I asked him, although I knew the answer.

"Our car's at a shop. He went to go check on it." Huh. More like demand for it.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "Blaine I have to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"I saw your dad today"

Blaine gasped. "…what?"

"My dad is your dad's mechanic. I was working at the garage and he came in and demanded for his car. I was looking through his file and he grabbed it from me and said he knows I'm dating you."

"Oh my god. How?"

"I don't know. Because my last name is Hummel and I'm gay so he knows I'm Kurt Hummel, I used to sing with those Warblers, and he knows I have a boyfriend who plays guitar and has curly hair and who is short…" I answered sarcastically, remembering my conversation earlier with George.

"How does he?—I never even told him that I had a—How does he know about you? I never mentioned your name."

"Blaine he scared me. He yelled at me and now he won't pay dad until I call him. I don't want to talk to him."

"I agree with you." Blaine sighed.

"Does he treat you like that?"

"Um…no, I barely talk to him" Blaine's voices became shaky. Blaine's voice is usually like that when he's lying or upset. I wonder why he's lying to me about his dad. I don't know what the hell is going on with Blaine lately but I know it involves his dad and he keeps lying to me. I swear I'll figure this out before he wants to tell me.

A/N Review! I'm addicted to reviews! So don't shy away! Feed me!(; Chapter two will be up soon as will chapter five for "Finding Courage" If you haven't checked that story out yet, go check it out! Update is coming soon.