Struck By Love

It's Friday, only one day later, and I'm waiting for Kurt in the student's parking lot again. But today it's different. It's Friday and no homework for Saturday, so I can't wait until we're back home and I can snuggle with my boyfriend in his bed.

I smile.

Today Kurt's gonna be a bit late, he has a student council meeting right now. He told me how other kids from the council wanted him to be quiet during the whole next meeting - November fifth, and I have to admit that sometimes, Kurt can just... disappear and the Hulk takes over. That happened last Friday at the meeting in the journalism classroom.

I have nowhere to go and I don't want to go home alone, but it's taking too long. I'm thinking about sitting down on the curb, but I don't sit down yet.

I look at the entrance of the school again and I see one of the kids from Glee walking out of the door. It's Finn. He sees me and waves his hand as he smiles, so I wave at him too and then he turns away and walks away, probably home. But who knows? I heard he was a quarterback.

Another five minutes pass and nothing happens, so I sit down on the curb and start humming my favorite song from Glee. Then I look at my wristwatch. Kurt should walk out of the building in about forty minutes.

"Blaine!" Someone yells my name and in a fraction of a second I know who that person is. I can never forget that voice.

Mom?

I look up and see her walking in a swift pace toward me. I stand up quickly and can't stop looking at her. I know it's been barely two weeks that I haven't seen her, actually now that I think about it, it's been exactly eleven days, but god how I missed her.

In a few seconds she's next to me, and I want to take a step back, I do, but instead I let her hug me because who wouldn't want to hug his mom? She wraps her arms around my back and almost squeezes the life out of me. She keeps saying my name and is sniffling near my ear. I hesitantly return the hug and in a few seconds I feel like everything's okay. We're family and it feels like she loves me and hugs me after my first break-up.

But I know it's not like this.

"Mom?" I say and she slowly lets go of me. "What are you doing here?" Now that I hear my voice, I realize it's trembling. I really did miss her.

"I wanted to see you, everything's alright again, I promise, sweetheart." She says and smiles at me with tears in eyes.

"What do you mean?" I ask her, shaking my head slightly. Suddenly I wish Kurt was here with me and helped me face her.

"I kicked him out, your dad." She explains.

"What?" I ask, looking at her. How did she- how could she-

"I didn't know what he did until yesterday." She says then. "Last Monday, when I returned home and you weren't there, I asked your dad what happened and I feel so incredibly ashamed that I believed him when he said that you decided to go camping with your friend you brought home."

"Wait, dad did this? He told you that crap?" I'm crying all of a sudden.

"Yes." She answers. "And I'm so, so sorry for believing him. He said that you still went to school, but slept with him near Clover in the forest with a bunch of other friends. I wanted to call you that night to ask how your trip was going and if you needed anything, but he said I can't call you." She takes a deep breath. "He told me I can't ever call you or text you that you wanted to be alone, and then, when he stole my phone I knew something was not right."

"H-How did you find out?" I ask her.

"This Wednesday, he came home late and drunk and I told him I found the phone. That's when he hit me."She looks down and then I notice something I didn't notice before. It's hidden beneath make-up, but I can see that she has a bruise on her left cheek.

"No he didn't..." I shake my head. "He hit me too." I admit.

"Oh baby," she sniffles again and looks at me so apologetically. "He got angry and started swearing a lot, he called you a... a faggot and said that you no longer are his son and then... I just kicked him out. I couldn't believe he did that, you know? Hell, I can't even believe I married that man, that I loved him." She is crying too.

"Mom!" That's exactly the moment when I close the distance between us again and throw my arms around her, hugging her as tight as I can. I can't believe this, she came back for me. She saved me, like every mom should.

"Blaine," she whispered after a minute and looked into my eyes. "I want you to know something, I am completely and honestly okay with you being who you are. I don't care that you're gay." She smiles and I feel fresh tears rolling down my cheeks. "All I care about is that you are happy." She continues. "I will never call you names like your father did, you're the way that you are and that's alright, you can only be happy if you're yourself and no one else." She kisses my forehead and I close my eyes.

"Mom," I whisper and look at her. "Thank you."

"There's nothing to be thankful for, honey. Every mom should protect her child at all cost, I'm just sorry that I didn't do that earlier."

"Mom I have to tell you something," I swallow and hope that what she just said is all true. "I have a boyfriend." I say. She laughs.

"I know you have," she puts her hand on my shoulders.

"How?" I ask.

"Blaine, I'm your mom, of course I know." She smiles at me. "Did you really think that I would believe you when you brought him home and said he was there as your Algebra tutor?" We both laugh. "I saw the way you were looking at him. It was like you have never met anyone more beautiful than him, that's when I realized that. You were looking at him as if he was your angel or something."

I smile and hug her again. "I... thank you." I say. "I was so scared that you wouldn't be supportive."

"But I am, and that's what's important." She smiles. "And I have a question for you. Dad is gone and I'm all alone in our house." I look up at her. Is she suggesting what I think she's suggesting? "Do you want to see your room every day again?" She asks. "Do you want to go home?"

Home.

Suddenly the word home feels so different. Always when I thought of home, I thought of my room and my guitar, my piano and my bed, my mom on my bed, reading me a bedtime story.

But since I met Kurt, home doesn't feel the same. Because since I met him and we became boyfriends, home isn't a place. It's a person, it's him. I feel at home when I'm with him, wherever that might be.

But my mom is my mom. And I can't let her there alone with all those horrible memories of a man she used to love. I just can't. I can see Kurt every day at school and on dates, and even at night if our moms allow it.

So that's my answer.

"Yes, I do." I smile at her and brush away my tears. "Mom." she smiles and hugs me again.

It turns out that mom's car's parked near the school, so the first thing we do is that I show her the way to Kurt's house so I can pack my things again. It's incredible how easily we can talk near each other, as if nothing ever happened.

"So..." mom smiles, but doesn't look at me. "This boyfriend of yours, what's his name? I can't remember."

For some reason I blush and start smiling. "Um, he's Kurt. Actually Carson. Carson Phillips. Carson Kurt Phillips." I answer and laugh. "Everyone at school and his mom calls him Carson, but I call him Kurt. He says he likes it better anyway, and I do too."

My mom laughs. "So you get to be the only one who calls him that, hm? So romantic."

I laugh. "Yeah, I guess-"

"I'd love to meet him." She suddenly says. "He should come over for dinner sometime. And his mom should too, I want to get to know them."

My mouth is agape. "Wait, are you serious?" I ask.

"Of course I'm serious, Blaine." She says. She looks so sure about this. "Listen," she smiles at me. "Do you love him?"

I blush again. "Yes." I say. "Yes, I do."

"Then I want to meet him." She says again. "And I'm sure he'd like to meet me too, if you two lovebirds stay together, we all should know each other."

"Okay." I smile. "I'll tell him when I'm back home."

Home.

After we arrive at Kurt's house, to my surprise, Kurt's mom isn't asleep on the couch. She opens the door, greets my mom and then they start talking, probably about the dinner my mom wants to invite them to. I go to Kurt's room and find all my stuff. It's not a lot because I had to pack my things very quickly, but after ten minutes, I go back downstairs and we leave.

When we finally arrive at our house, I ran up the stairs to my room and jump into my soft bed. It feels like ages since I've been here. I start playing the piano and sing a little, and then I lie down, back into my bed. I look at my wristwatch. Kurt should be walking out of school right now, so I take my phone and text him.

My mom came for me. She kicked dad out and I'm back in my room. Call u later.

Sent.

After a few seconds, my phone beeps and I see that Kurt answered my text.

That's great, happy for you. I'm heading home, can't wait to hear your voice.

I smile and that's when my mom opens the door to my room. She's smiling and lets out a happy sigh.

"Hungry?" She asks then.

"Hell yeah."

Today's meeting, ugh. I'm so glad it's over, and I'm so glad for what happened to Blaine, but I miss him already. I got so used to hear his voice every day, every minute after school. I just want him here, next to me, lying on my bed.

I sigh and close my eyes. Everyone at the meeting was so weird. They all agreed on whatever I said, and I never thought it would be so annoying. It was a lot more fun when I got to argue with them, but they thought I'd make them write more if they didn't let me make all the decisions.

My phone suddenly rings.

Blaine!

I didn't know it was possible to become so happy in just a fraction of second, but as soon as I heard the ringing, my heart started beating faster and I started grinning.

I pick up the phone.

"Blaine, hi!" I say, cheerfully. I hear him laugh.

"Kurt," He just says. "I miss you already."

"I miss you too." I admit. "I got so used to you around."

"Same for me, I want to see you now, not only at school when we have to pay attention to whatever the teachers are talking about."

"Well, at least I hear your voice now." I smile. "And we can always see each other on weekends and dates. By the way, how's your mom? Everything good?" I ask then.

"Yeah, yeah, actually, it's amazing." I can hear how happy he is. "She doesn't mind I'm gay at all and she said she loves me already four times today." We both laugh. "I'm in my room right now."

"Did your dad destroy something in there?" I ask him. There is always this possibility.

"Um, no, I don't think so." He answers. "And that's good news because if he did something to my piano, I'd have to find him and punch him or something."

"And I'd help you." I smile. "He deserves it."

"Yes, he does. He even punched my mom." He says.

I sigh. "Two boys with daddy issues found each other and fell in love." I smile. It sounds like a good title for something.

"You should write a book for that." Blaine says. It's as if he just read my mind.

"But I'm not a novelist, I'm a journalist." I answer. "But maybe. Someday."

"I'd write a song for us." Blaine says. "And I'd sing it to you and then we'd sing it together. It would be a duet."

"I'd love that." I smile, sighing dreamily and lying on my belly instead.

"How was your meeting?" He asks.

"Oh, you mean that boring hour I have to spend with the people I hate and who hate me? Well, what do you think? Boring." I answer. "I don't know why they're always so annoyed with me. They should be thankful I'm there to tell them how stupid their ideas are."

He laughs. "They can't appreciate your help."

"No, they can't." I say. "One lunch lady is retiring next month and we were given fifty dollars to get her a retirement gift. And you know what Claire wanted to get her?" I laugh a bit. "Mixing bowls or a toaster oven!"

"That's stupid." Blaine comments.

"Right?" I agree.

"Oh, and by the way... my mom wants to meet you." He says then. "And your mom." He adds.

"... what?" I sit down on my bed.

"Well, she said that she knew we were dating right from the first moment she met you, but she didn't say anything, so now she wants to meet you, get to know you. She already asked your mom."

"Well, and what did she say?" I ask.

"To ask you." he answers. "Please, just come over to dinner."

I laugh. "I wasn't going to say no." I smile.

"I love you so much." He says.

"I love you too." I smile again. "When's the dinner?"

"Saturday, tomorrow."