BROKEN HEART SYNDROME
REPORT TWO: ACTING OUT

Blaine considers himself a morning person.

He doesn't wake up at five to clean the house or anything like that, but he is usually up early enough to spend the morning doing something useful. But after sleeping at his best friend's house and having sex with said friend's fifteen years old son, his body has felt the urge of waking him up before everyone else way earlier than usual. He opened his eyes around six o'clock and it took him a few minutes to realize why he was looking at a very fancy glass coffee table instead of the French doors leading to his huge terrace. Then everything else came to him and the moment after he was standing up. The couch was in no condition to face its owners again and a guilty conscience made Blaine sure it bore the sordid story of his and Leo's encounter written all over it.

That's why he has spent the last thirty minutes cleaning up the mess he and the kid did yesterday night.

Now the couch seems itself again – even though Blaine keeps fluffing pillows and moving them around to cover images that are only in his head – and he needs to make himself presentable too. He's usually fine with the stickiness that comes after sex but he starts to be conscious of it, which means it's really time for him to hit the shower and start the morning, possibly maintaining his legendary self-control. With one last hopeful glance at the couch, he leaves the living room.

Kurt shares Blaine's soft spot for well decorated rooms, except that he decorates them himself instead of paying some excessively dramatic interior designer from New York to do the job. His house is a typical terraced house in the suburbs, but it's way bigger than this kind of houses usually are, and Kurt has clearly decorated it as if it were a different kind of mansion. Everywhere you look you can see the compromise between him and Dave's traditional sense of home, making the place a perfect mix between the typical American house and some edgy metropolitan apartment.

The bathroom more than any other room is the perfect example of it. Like Blaine's, it is huge and furnished with black and white Italian marble, and it's provided both with a bathtub and a shower. But unlike Blaine's, this bathroom shows all the signs of being used by a family of three people and despite being indisputably beautiful and tidy, it's far from looking like a pretty picture in a designer magazine.

There are three toothbrushes of three different colors in the glass, and a big, pink bucket in the bathtub filled with bath toys for Santana. Near the toilet there's a pile of sport magazines and one soap dish doesn't match any of the furniture but has some team's crest on it. It's probably the price Kurt had to pay to have two separated sinks with one single big mirror. The bathrobes don't match the rest of the fabrics either. Besides Kurt's, which is white and Armani's, the other two are pretty silly. Dave's is red and blue with the same team's crest on it and Leo's – Blaine suddenly wants to die – is bright red and has the Stark Industries logo on the hood.

That's the last push he needs to enter the shower and bury himself under the jet of water until his memory is erased or his head falls off.

*
Leo is not a morning person. At all.

When he doesn't have to go to school, the earliest he can wake up for decency – or because of his fathers – is eleven in the morning, and he still considers that dawn. So when he opens his eyes, he's very confused by the dim light outside his window, and the green numbers on his Avengers alarm clock don't help him in the slightest.

It takes him almost ten minutes to properly realize that he is in fact in a bed, that he was sleeping and that he is not anymore. And for the most part of these ten minutes, he doesn't even move. Leo is not only an heavy sleeper, but he's slow to wake up too. His brain doesn't turn on until way after breakfast and up to that moment he's barely functional.

But for some reasons, today is worse than usual.
He feels strangely tired, despite the good night sleep. And when he tries to stretch a little bit, he feels a sudden twinge of pain in his lower back that makes him curl again under the covers. Too sleepy and confused to remember what happened last night, the only urge he can recognize and give attention to is the need to go to the bathroom. Problem is, bed is comfy and warm. Outside it's cold. His reasoning can't go further than that.

He lies there, balancing the pros and cons of getting out of bed, and if it's worth crossing the whole house and going downstairs just to pee. Maybe he can wait a little longer. It would be easier if he could use his parents bathroom, but that's not possible anymore. Actually, it has never been possible because Kurt loves that bathroom more than he loves his son and nobody could use it but him and Dave, but now it's been temporarily transformed into baby Santana's changing room, and even if there's a toilet bowl, that is not considered a bathroom anymore.

You ask for a second bathroom for years and they bring you home a little sister. Leo and his parents have some major communication problem, that's for sure.

Waiting has given him a few more moments of warmth, but he can't really stay in bed any longer if he doesn't want to pee himself. He sits up and stares blankly at the room for the longest time ever. Then, as slowly as he woke up, he slips out of the covers and winces at the cold. Going down the stairs makes his soreness suddenly worse and he whines, hating the pee, the house and the world for no apparent reason.

When he enters the bathroom, he doesn't notice the pile of clothes in a corner or the steam clouding up the mirror. He doesn't even notice the general warmth of the room, just taking it like a gift from God and goes straight to the toilet where even peeing becomes an automatic, non-aware action.

Blaine knew he had forgotten something. He finally finds out what that is when he comes out of the shower wearing only a towel around his hips and sees Leo. He is just so used to live alone that locking the door must have not even come to his mind.

“Oh.” It's the most sensible thing he manages to say.

Leo is startled, he wasn't expecting company in the bathroom. He actually jumps, peeing outside the bowl. “What? Shit...” He cries out loud. Suddenly his tiredness, his soreness and the general feeling of sleepiness but vague satisfaction he has been feeling make sense and have a name. One he is not willing to acknowledge, anyway. He blushes a little and tries to look tough and casual as he straightens his clothes. Then, he grabs some toilet paper and starts cleaning the toilet seat because his father Kurt can be really annoying on the matter, despite being a man himself. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

Blaine is still looking at him with his eyes wide open as he instinctively checks to be properly covered by the towel. “I had to take a shower,” he answers. “You left me pretty sticky yesterday.”

Leo gives him the perfect death glare. “Yeah, don't tell me.”

The man better not start talking about stickiness. He can feel his own, now that he's fully awake, and he's not very happy about it. He needs a shower more than Blaine did.

Blaine can easily read Leo's thoughts on his face. The frowns of total disgust the kid is making doesn't leave anything to imagination. “How are you feeling?” He asks, smiling a little.

“What's this?” Leo asks, turning away from him. “The morning after routine check up on your once virgin underage lover?”

Blaine is a little upset by Leo's reaction. He knows Leo is not the easiest kid to be dealing with and that he tends to be offish, especially with him. But he also knows that he attacks when he feels threatened or wronged, even when he absolutely is not. “Hey,” he comes closer enough to make Leo feel his presence a bit more but not to invade his personal space. “I ask because I care. Are you angry with me?”

Le snorts like he doesn't care, but his eyes never meets Blaine's. Every time they happen to make eye contact, he just look away and tries to be cool about it, failing. “You don't need to be like this, okay?” He says, washing his hands and face. “I know what happened yesterday and I'm fine with it. I don't want you to be all loving with me just because I'm fifteen. Believe me, I don't need it.”

Last night, Leo was as smart ass as he has always been, but he was confused and a little vulnerable, and Blaine had forgotten how very irritating he could be. Now it's the morning after and he's standing there, pretending that what happened is no big deal at all for him. Blaine could see that this is a lie even if he didn't know Leo as well as he does. That wall of poorly faked casualness would look more solid if only Leo could look at him in the eyes.

Blaine sighs. “I never thought of you as a naive kid who didn't understand what happened between us,” he says, and this is true. Leo was aware of what they were doing. Blaine made sure of that. “And I’m not being all loving because you're fifteen but because, as I told you, I care.”

Leo makes the same face he would make seeing his parents smooching in front of him. “Okay, stop the sappy confession right there. Another word and I'm gonna barf.”

Blaine ignores him. “I know it hurts,” he insists, making him blush and fidget in embarrassment. “And I know it can sometimes feel like someone stole something from you. I don't want you to feel that way and, really, i just want to know if you feel fine or regret anything.”

He gives him a little smile. He would love to raise a hand and stroke his cheek but he does not dare. He is not really sure how the kid would react.

Leo's reaction is to scoff, but his eyes still never linger on Blaine for too long. “Geez... listen, I regret nothing. I never do things that I don't want. So please, relax,” he says. He raises his right hand, looking amused. “I swear, I won't accuse you of anything. Of course, I'm sore, but... Y'know, I had your cock up my ass longer than I thought I would stand it. So, yes, it hurts a bit but I was kind of expecting that.”

Blaine's a little taken aback. It's not something that happens very often to him but Leo managed to make it happen. He must admit the kid has a talent for taking him by surprise. “Whoa. Yes. Okay.” He laughs a bit raising both his hands as to ask for mercy. “Alright, kiddo. I'm sorry about that. I kind of lost it a little, I believe. You just felt too good.”

The towel almost falls down because Blaine is not holding it anymore, but he manages to catch it before it leaves him completely naked. Leo's eyes drop down immediately, and he blushes.

“Why are you always naked when I see you?” He instantly blurts out in embarrassment and averts his eyes. “Don't you ever wear clothes?”

“I actually was fully clothed when I arrived. It's just that, as i said, I had to take a shower. So I had to undress,” Blaine answers, quite obviously. “My clothes are in the sitting room. I should... probably, well, go and get dressed.”

He hesitates, though. Leo sees that as he watches him with the corner of his eyes. “Yes. You should undr... I mean dress. You should definitely dress.”

Blaine nods and takes a step forward towards the door. He thinks he's gonna walk all the way there but some part of his brain doesn't agree because he just stops when he's in front of Leo and looks at him. It's a mistake, and he realizes that when the words come out of his mouth before he even knows he had thought them. “Can I kiss you?” He asks. It doesn't seem so wrong when he does, though. He realizes that he has been wanting that all along. And he is always okay with asking things he wants.

In a perfect scene of a very romantic movie, Leo would just fall into his arms, pushing his chin up and offering his red cherry perfectly designed lips to him. But the kid just raises an eyebrow and his lips curl into an amused smile. “Do you always ask for such things?” He says, mocking him. “Would you please let me undress you? Excuse me sir, may I take you in my mouth? Or... this one's good. Would you mind if I take you in this very bathroom right here and now?”

Blaine laughs. The kid's sarcasm is usually annoying, but sometimes it does the trick. “I only ask when I'm not sure about the answer I could get. And I'm almost sure that, in this case, I have to ask once more,” he explains calmly. Leo seems almost content with the answer. If anything, he has always liked the way Blaine is always willing to explain everything he does instead of dismissing the questions. The man steps forward and looks straight into Leo' eyes. “We'll talk about the whole take-you-in-this-very-bathroom thing later. For now, can I just kiss you?”

Leo nods briefly. His eyes are already half closed as he gives a longing look at Blaine's lips. He remembers how strange and yet good they have tasted the night before and he wants desperately to taste them again. It's Blaine who closes the distance between them and kisses him hungrily from the very start as he grabs Leo by both his arms to press him against himself. In the movement, he lets the towel fall down, but none of them care enough to stop kissing.

Leo lets out a surprised moan because he wasn't expecting him to be so passionate. “Not bad, Anderson” he says in a rough, half-dreamy voice as he tries to maintain his composure and fails.

“At least you didn't call me Warbler,” Blaine says, smiling against his lips. It's not even a joke. He has spent all his high school years being called like that and Leo had taken on the legacy. Him using his actual surname is a big improvement. No matter how mockingly he's using it.

“I understand this is the situation in which you don't want to be called that,” Leo says, smiling naughtily as Blaine drags him to the sink just to have something to lean him on.

“Oh God, that smile,” Blaine whines in pleasure, kissing him again and again. “It tastes good.”

Part of his brain lets him know that he shouldn't be doing this at all, but it's a small part and shutting it up is pretty easy as he caresses Leo down his spine and finds his way just a couple of inches inside his pants, where the curve of his ass begins.

Somewhere in the past twenty minutes, Leo has just stopped thinking about the current situation. And the funniest part is that he's well aware of that. He's not completely oblivious to the fact that if making out with a man twice his age was a mistake once, it's an even bigger mistake making out with him twice. But right now, there's nothing Leo wants more than Blaine's hands on his body where they were the night before, and whatever reasoning has to be done or whatever stop has to be put to all this, it can wait. He went to bed thinking that what he felt after his sex with Blaine was a very dangerous path to walk and that he should not even start to acknowledge it. When he woke up this morning, the feeling was gone and he was confused but happy. Everything was fine, and he was just incredibly sore.

It took him a glance to the man and his lips on his own to change it all.

Leo can ascribe this lack of self-control to the fact that he's a teen and live happy with that. He runs his fingers through Blaine's wet hair, pulling at it a bit. “You're moving fast this morning,” he says but, unconsciously or not, he sticks his butt out anyway, trying to make Blaine touch it.

Blaine grins a bit at the whole pulling hair thing. The kid is being daring and he deserves a prize. Not to mention the fact that he's inviting him to go on, which means Blaine is not the only one who doesn't want to leave this bathroom right away. So, he suddenly squeezes Leo's little butt with one hand.

“We can't go all the way, though. You do know that, don't you?” He warns him as he kisses him again and presses himself against him. “It could be dangerous.”

The frustrated sound Leo makes is amusing but not enough to break the mood. “Why do you have to say that now?” He asks whining as he rubs himself strongly against Blaine's erection almost pressed against his inner thigh. “Anyway, you can't go out like this, either.”

That's undeniably true. “I know,” he whines in frustration. He moves so he can rub himself better against Leo's crotch and find some relief for both of them. But it's not enough. Not when his brain has already summoned images of sex they cannot have right now. It's time to be creative. “God, you are just... turn around and take off your pants,” he whispers against Leo's ear.

Leo has already reached the point when he doesn't understand anything anymore. The only thing he wants now is to have sex with Blaine again, no matter the consequences, the reasoning of the night forgotten. He turns around and fumbles with the lace of his pajamas pants. But he is too anxious and his fingers just move uselessly around it, so Blaine has to untie the lace for him. He lets the pants fall down Leo's legs and pool on the floor between them. Then, he starts kissing him up his spine, up to his neck, where he sucks and bites at his skin for a little while as he brushes himself over him just from the outside and slips a hand between Leo's thighs to stroke him gently.

The feeling is incredibly strong and Leo needs to hold tight to the sink to bear it. He bends over a little just to feel him better against his skin and butt as he pushes himself slowly in Blaine's hand. The mental image of the fingers he feels around his cock is driving him insane, already.

Blaine moans and breaths heavily against Leo's ear as he starts moving a little faster, both his hips and hand. “This is torture,” he confesses, biting hard on the kid's naked shoulder. He thought he would have handled it better, but he was so very wrong. Leo's body under his own feels too good be content just like this.

“Don't tell me,” Leo says, the words struggle to come out of his mouth. He thrusts his ass back so insistently that it's really hard for Blaine not to please him. “Oh God, can you just make it quick?”

Blaine thinks that this kid has no idea what he's doing to him. And if he does have it, then he's got no mercy whatsoever. Blaine is trying to be responsible at least the morning after, since he wasn't the night before, but Leo is making it hard for him to even think straight, let alone resist to the need of having him again. “I'm trying!” He informs him.

Blaine closes his fist firmly around Leo's cock and strokes him harder as he tries to move his hips even faster, even though he was already moving them as fast as he could. No matter how much he presses against Leo's body, no matter how easily and hard he slips between his buttocks, this is not enough and it looks like it will never be. The pleasure he knows he could feel with him now stays out of reach and this is frustrating.

“God, I'm dying to be inside of you,” he admits, not even caring if this is right or wrong anymore as he kisses him down his neck.

“I don't even understand why you're not.” Leo moans shamelessly. If there was an embarrassed version of himself, he is certainly gone for the time being.

Blaine sucks Leo's earlobe inside his mouth, trying to distract himself by the temptation of Leo's opening. He hesitates just a bit, brushing it lightly with the tip of his cock. The effort of staying out of him makes the muscle of his arm tense. His whole body tenses and shivers.

Leo feels him lingering and whines in frustration. He rests his head against his own arm and sighs. “I bet you wouldn't hurt me that much,” he says, completely oblivious to the weight this invitation has on Blaine.

Being the adult man, Blaine should resist. He should insist on this being a bad idea and explain to him how painful could it be to him, that they can't misuse his body on his second time in just a few hours.

But he doesn't.

“You're crazy,” he breaths out in a long, much louder moan as he pushes inside him for just a couple of inches, holding him firmly by his hips to keep him steady. “And I'm too. God, you're hot as hell.”

Leo finds out that it actually hurts more than he was expecting. Actually, it hurts when he had thought it wouldn't. Some scumbag part of his brain had made him believe the second time couldn't be as bad as the first when he had had the feeling to be torn apart. But it does. He is sore and his soreness makes him more sensitive, which means that Blaine's cock up his ass now feels sensibly more challenging to bear. “Shit...” he hisses breathless through grinding teeth. His grip tightens around the sink.

“I'm sorry,” Blaine says apologetically. He tries not to thrust too much but he's kind of desperate to fuck him already, so he's not being very good at standing still. He's lost in this kid, but not enough to ignore that his desire is not a reason to keep going if he's hurting him. And it looks like he is. “Do I have to come out?” He asks, crying inside. He kisses him tenderly on his shoulder. “Please, tell me I don't.”

“Don't you dare!” Leo's reaction is violent and he would glare at him if turning around wouldn't send him strikes of pain through his spine every time he does. “Just move. It's an agony if you stand fucking still.”

Blaine laughs breathlessly at the anger Leo is able to put in everything he says, even during sex. He does what the kid asks and just moves kind of fast. “God yes,” he repeats over and over as he goes back stroking him right away to help him relax and enjoy this too.

*
Waking up is a slow process for Dave. Even when the sleep is gone, it takes him a few more minutes to really open his eyes. During this time he yawns and stretches out on the bed, not really caring if he ends up hitting Kurt in the process.

Luckily for him, at this time of the day and after an almost sleepless night tending to a crying baby, Kurt is in no mood to pout or go all drama queen on him. He just moans something that might or might not be a bad word and turns on his side, kicking him in the shins.

“I didn't do that on purpose, you know?” Dave snorts, his voice still thick with sleep.

Kurt smiles with his eyes still closed. “Neither did I.”

“You are impossible.”

Dave laughs and finally decides he can take a risk and look at what the new day has brought. It doesn't come much light through the shutters, so it must be early in the morning. He could stay in bed a little more, but he knows from experience that once you go back to sleep, next time you wake up is already afternoon and with a baby in the house you can't afford to oversleep. So, he stretches out a bit more before suddenly jumping out of the bed and making the mattress move awkwardly. “Alright, I gotta pee.”

Kurt is forced to open his eyes and hang on for dear life when the whole bed moves under him. “Hey!”

Dave has no time to listen to his protests, especially since now that he has to go downstairs to use the bathroom. Walking towards the door he passes by Santana's cradle and notices that the baby has got her eyes wide open and she's smiling funnily, looking at the toy bees hovering over her head. “Oh, look who's already awake,” he says softly, catching his daughter's attention. “Kurt, take the baby while I go to the bathroom.”

Kurt groans and rolls on his stomach, hiding his head under his pillow for a moment. “Why did we choose a morning baby? Couldn't she be lazy like me too?”

Kurt is not used to change diapers before ten o'clock in the morning or to stay awake till late at night because Leo was the easiest baby on Earth. When they brought him home he was a newborn and he would sleep already all night through. Actually, he would wake up once or twice to eat but Kurt doesn't know that because he would never hear him crying and Dave would take care of him. But, all in all, Leo was a very quiet baby. At least until he learned to talk.

Tana is another matter. She took everything she could after her biological mother, Santana. She has her black hair, her caramel skin and Dave could swear he can hear the omen of a future screaming diva in the way the baby wiles. When she screams so loud that she could tear your ears off, Kurt almost regrets the surrogate they chose.

Dave had the idea as soon as they decided to have another baby.

Kurt wanted to adopt again, but the procedure was too long and, according to Dave, they had already waited too much. Dave had been working as an high school coach for more than ten years and he could take a paternity leave without any consequences, and Leo was a teen, they could both help with the baby without Kurt having to put his career on hold again. It was the perfect moment. They had just to find the perfect mother.

They had gone through countless file to find her, but Kurt was never happy.

She had to be cute, with a sense of style, young but not too young – he had enough young women for one lifetime after Leo's teen pregnant mother – and possibly with a talent for art and music, all of these things at the same time, which apparently made her impossible to find.

Then, after six months of uselessly going through an infinite number of internet pages on the surrogacy agency's site, Santana literally rang their doorbell and that was when Dave's got the idea. Obviously it took almost another couple of months to figure everything out but, surprisingly enough, Santana was instantly okay with that, more than Kurt was actually.

She loved Dave to the point that she would have killed for him and, in her own words, if there was a chance she was ever going to have a baby, then it was for Dave. Plus, she couldn't wait for the after-pregnancy when she was going to show to her many woman relatives that you could get back into shape right after having a baby and that they were just a bunch of whiny bitches. Kurt was not sure that this “nah nah nah” attitude on her part was the best way to live his second child pregnancy but Dave was on cloud nine and Kurt was really tired to look at photos of stranger women all day.

Besides, he couldn't deny Santana was gorgeous, young enough, stylish and she had a hell of a voice.

The result is the cutest baby girl alive who coos happily when she sees her father. “Hi there, little princess,” Kurt says. “It's early, you know? You could sleep a little longer. You must be so sleepy!”

Tana coos some more and makes bubbles through her little chubby lips, but she doesn't seem sleepy at all. She looks at her newly found hands with round, big brown eyes.

“Don't you wanna try and sleep some more?” Kurt tries again. When she starts giving signs of annoyance, he picks her up, so she won't cry. “Oh, yes. You do. You want to sleep some more with daddy in daddy's bed, don't you? Yes.”

Dave smiles tenderly watching Kurt speak in a silly voice as he brings her to their bed. She seems pretty lively, so good luck with making her sleep again. Dave already knows she will just start crawling around the bed, forcing Kurt to follow her but he doesn't say anything. Kurt will realize that soon enough.
Instead, he leaves the room and goes downstairs, being the general image of happiness.

Actually, he is so happy that he even takes his time to enjoy the beauty of his home, a home where Blaine can't seem to be found anywhere. It's like a dream come true.

He is so happy that he doesn't even wonder where Blaine could be. It doesn't even cross his mind that if Blaine's not in the living room, there's a great chance that he will be in the very bathroom Dave needs. Right now in Dave's mind everything is perfect. His husband with their new baby girl sleeping in one room, his teenage son in the other, the sun outside and no annoying, ridiculously handsome husband's ex-boyfriends anywhere.

He is so happy that when he opens the bathroom's door whistling the same tune Kurt is humming to Tana upstairs, his jaw drops and somewhere the little blue birds that were singing in his perfect world die, leaving him in the darkness of the worst nightmare that he wasn't even aware he could conceive.

For a moment, what Dave is looking at makes no sense at all. His son is grinding the sink and moaning in a way a father should never hear his own son moaning, especially if he's been molested by a man twenty years older than him. The scene is frozen and the air itself stands still , so the sounds coming out of their mouth, louder and clearer than anything else to Dave's sense, just make the scene more surreal.

Then, Dave meets Leo's eyes in the mirror and everything starts moving again twice as faster.

“Shit.” The kid instantly tenses and starts to fidget awkwardly, possibly trying to get Blaine off himself and failing, 'cause the man is still caught in it. “Blaine!”

That's when Blaine notices Dave too and he turns so pale that it's like if all his blood has gone even southern than it was before, sliding out of him through is feet and vanishing into thin air. “Fuck,” he hisses as he instantly pulls away from Leo and searches for a towel to cover himself.

“You... Leo?”

Dave is still too shocked to actually do something. So, he just stands there, looking at his son and waiting for an explanation that it's already late. But his hands are visibly shaking, a clear sign that he's seconds away to just explode.

Leo quickly puts his pants back up, looking positively terrified by his father's sudden presence in the bathroom. “D-dad. Now, calm down. Everything's fine. I...I can explain, I guess.” He keeps blabbering, showing his hands as if Dave were a wild animal and they needed not to frighten him. “Please, don't be mad.”

But Dave is already behind madness. Right now he's in that mental state where his only son has been touched by a man he was already hating with a passion and whom now he feels legitimate to kill. He loses it completely and just launches himself on Blaine.

“You perverted son of a bitch!”

“Oh God.”

The man starts running. Dave can't believe that piece of shit doesn't even have enough honor left to take it like a man and die by the hand of his victim's father as he should. Instead, he runs around the bathroom screaming like a monkey as he tries to avoid Dave's vengeful blows.

“Shit!” Leo tries to grab his father when he passes him by right after Blaine but the fabric of his father's pajamas slips through his fingers. “Dad, stop! What the fuck are you doing?”

The bathroom is big enough to let the two men run easily around in circle but Blaine's flight is so desperate and Dave is such a big man than they keep slam against the furniture and throw things on the ground, both screaming louder and louder by the minute. The result is a mess of shouts and crashing sounds that reaches Kurt upstairs, making him wonder what his husband is doing.

Dave is seriously about to commit a crime. His brain doesn't really process what's happening and what would be the consequences of killing Blaine in cold blood. The only thing he knows is that the man did the worst thing a man can do, and that he did it to his son. Nothing else matters right now.

“Stop, you old pervert!” He screams, trying to grab Blaine, who somehow manages to never get caught. “Just lemme get my hands on you, you coward!”

Blaine runs past Leo again, wearing only a towel that dangerously hangs from his slim hips and doesn't look like it's gonna hold on to them for long. “Stop him, kid!” He begs Leo. “He's fucking going to kill me!”

Leo looks as desperate as Blaine does, except that he's not fearing for his own life, which gives him some sort of advantage. “I'm trying!” He screams hysterically. This time, he manages to grab his father's shirt when he passes him by and he holds on to it, stopping his father from throwing himself at Blaine's throat.

“Dad, calm down! Please, can we just talk for a moment before killing each other?”

Dave tries to get free from his son's grip but Leo grabs his shirt with both hands and he uses all his scarce weight to keep his father from moving. Dave growls like a caged animal, his hands stretched towards Blaine in a feral attempt of clawing his eyes out. “What do you mean talk? There's no need to talk,” he barks, spitting saliva all over Blaine's face, his teeth exposed and snapping just a few inches away from his neck. Blaine crumples in a corner. “This fucking old pervert was-- I can't even say it! God, I'm gonna barf.”

Blaine tries to catch his breath, his heart racing like crazy. He looks terrified but there's still some sort of dignity in the way his eyes look straight at Dave, who keeps hissing and cursing at him. Leo holds him even tighter, afraid that if he lets him go even for a moment, there won't be enough Blaine left to save.

“He is not a pervert, dad.” He says, as if a statement on his part could fix anything. “Really, he did nothing wrong.”

“Nothing wrong?” Dave barks, so loud that both Leo and Blaine cringe. The whole bathroom seems to shake under his roaring. “You don't know what you're talking about!”

Leo knows exactly what is talking about, but he is not allowed to explain it because the situation manages to get even worse when he had thought this wasn't even possible anymore. Kurt has finally sensed that something was wrong and that all that noise coming from downstairs wasn't normal, so he has decided to check.

“Dave?” He calls, showing up on the bathroom's doorway. “Is something wrong? I keep hearing noise.”

Dave instantly turns to him, happy to have both an ally in him and finally a good reason to accuse Blaine of something not even Kurt can't deny. “He!” He shouts, pointing his finger at Blaine. “He had his dick shoved up our son's ass against my sink in my bathroom!”

The harshness in his tone makes suddenly unclear if he's more upset about the act itself or the fact that it took place on his property.

Kurt's eyes widen at the news which doesn't make any sense to him at all. “W-what? Dave, what are you talking about?” He stutters, holding Santana to his chest. Then he bothers to look at what his husband is pointing at him and notices Blaine naked in a corner who tries to cover himself as much as he can. “What... what's happening here?”

“I'll tell you what's happening here!” Dave shouts again. But he lowers his voice when Santana's face crumples in fear, forcing himself to speak in a sort of hushed hiss. “I came in to pee and that asshole was fucking our boy. That's what happened!”

Blaine raises a finger. “Can I--?”

Dave turns on him a couple of red hellish eyes. “You shut the fuck up, you pervert! Or I swear to God I'll kill you!”

Kurt's mind is still processing the information, his eyes watching the scene without really seeing what's in front of him, not believing what Dave is telling him. "He was doing what?" He murmurs. Then, like in a haze, he turns to his son. "Oh my God. Leo, are you okay?" There's so much shock in his voice that even Blaine averts his eyes.

"Finally someone who asks me!" Leo exclaims, raising one arm. He doesn't dare to let go of his father. Dave's fingers are still flexing and his whole body seems ready to jump on Blaine any second. "Yes! Yes, I am fine. Can we stop this madness now?"

Kurt's interest in him stops the moment he's sure his son is not in immediate need of help. He turns to Blaine with the eyes of Death. "You! Blaine, look at me!" He orders.

Blaine sighs, both his hands on his crotch as he tries to stand tall. “I am so sorry you found us like that,” he says, happy at least to be able to talk properly for the first time in the last few minutes. “I never meant for things to go this way. But we weren't doing anything bad, and--”

“Now let me stick my fist up your ass and then we'll talk about how bad was what you were doing to my son!” Dave launches himself on him again and Blaine quickly moves aside. Leo hardly manages to keep his father from reaching out and grab him this time.

Instead, Kurt makes no move to stop Dave. “You weren't... God, are you even listening to yourself?” He hisses, his voice as cold as ice. “He's fifteen, Blaine! How can you even think that putting your hands on him was nothing wrong?”

Blaine sighs again, averting his eyes again. Somehow, Kurt's cold anger is scarier than Dave's threat. “I know I shouldn't have and that all this must be really upsetting for you,” he agrees. “But I swear I didn't force myself on him in any way.”

“Oh, now I feel better! Don't you feel better too, Kurt?” Dave says, sarcastically. He looks at Blaine with utter disgust. “You are scum, Anderson. You always were and you always will be. Leo, walk away from him.”

If Dave was expecting Leo to obey instantly, he was wrong. Instead, his son frowns and looks at him and Kurt with scolding eyes. “I don't walk anywhere until someone listens to me,” he says, speaking right when Blaine wisely decides to keep quiet to not make the situation worse.

Dave lets out a frustrated sound and turns to his son, pulling enough to roughly free himself. “Fine,” he finally says, raising both his hands in surrender. “What could you possibly have to say, Leo? He took advantage of you and your age! I can't even imagine how could he have talked you into this, and maybe now you think God only knows what!”

The patronizing tone in his father's voice makes Leo frown. If he wanted to deal calmly with this whole mess before, now he just wants to scream at his parents. “I don't know what you think I'm thinking, but I'm pretty sure I'm not,” he says annoyed. Then he points at Blaine like everyone else seems to be doing for one reason or another. “He can be an asshole...well, he actually is most of the time, but he didn't...” he makes very dramatic quotation marks with his fingers in the air, “steal anything from me or whatever you say in such cases.”

For the longest moment ever, Dave just stands there. He opens and closes his mouth, not knowing what to say. He doesn't even know if he really heard what he has just heard, or if his worst nightmare is just taking shape in front of his eyes. And then, as if his brain had reached the boiling point, he just explodes. His voice is so loud that Santana hides her face in Kurt's chest again.

“You brainwashed him!” He shouts at Blaine. Then he turns to his husband, still pointing an accusing finger to the naked man in the corner. “He brainwashed our son!”

Kurt's cold anger is quickly turning into desperation, judging by the tears forming in his eyes right now. The way he's looking at Blaine could break hearts. “How could you do this to my son? To me!” He says, his voice breaking as he tries to make the massive weight of their lifelong friendship and old love story fall on Blaine's shoulders.

A few feet away, Leo wonders if anybody in this damn bathroom is even listening to him.

Blaine just sighs. He had somehow forgotten how overly theatrical Kurt could be, especially when it's not appropriate at all., even when it's not at all appropriate to be. “I—Kurt, God, I didn't do anything to you, and I didn't make Leo believe anything,” he says. Now that he doesn't have to run around and he has enough breath to actually speak properly, he seems to have gone back to his usual way of speaking. He doesn't even look so terrified now that Dave is just verbally attacking him. “He believed exactly what he wanted to believe. And no, David, I didn't brainwash him. Actually, I'm serious about him, too.”

“Wait, you're what?” Leo makes a face.

Blaine coughs. He brings one hand to his mouth before he remembers that he needs two to cover himself. “I don't think this is the right time to talk about this, kid.”

“There isn't a right time, goddammit!” Dave explodes again. It seems like there's no end to his rage, right now. He will probably keep on screaming for weeks. He grabs his son by his arm and drags him towards the bathroom door. He even pushes him a little to get him out of the room. “Now, go to your room.”

Leo frowns and stays right where he is, one step out of the bathroom. “What? No! Why?”

“I tell you why. Because you need to be as far away as possible from that monster!” Dave answers, standing right between the two of them, determined to protect his son from Blaine's prowling hands with his huge body. “Actually, it's better if you lock yourself in. Go!”

Leo scoffs in that annoying way that, if his parents had had the habit to hit him when he misbehaved, it would have granted him a great deal of slaps. “Lock myself in?” He asks, sarcastically. “What is he? A vampire? What if he can pass through walls? Will I be truly safe in there?”

Dave might not want to hit him, but he's angry enough to get really mad at him too for his disobedience. "Don't you dare answer me back, Leonard," he says.

“But it's me you're discussing about here,” Leo insists, trying for the last time to be reasonable. “I think it is my right to stay and... and at least—”

Dave doesn't even let him finish. Irritated, angry and way more scared that he cares to admit, he just want to get over with this madness. Possibly reporting Blaine to the authorities. "I'm your father, and I'm telling you to fucking go to your room!” He barks. “You're going to do as I say, are we clear?"

“There's no reason to treat him like that,” Blaine says, bitterly.

Dave just shivers at the surprised but nonetheless grateful look Leo gives the man. This is exactly what shouldn't be happening and it manages to make him even angrier than he already was a moment before. “Leonard, I don't want to repeat myself.”

Leo doesn't move, staring straight into his father's eyes, openly challenging him.

Blaine sighs heavily. Rarely it has happened to him to be caught red-handed but it was never so dramatic. He should have known that everything changes if a teenager is involved. “Kurt?” He calls his friend, searching for his eyes.

“Don't talk to me.” Kurt's order is stern and really cold. He doesn't even turn to speak to him. His eyes are staring at nothing, not even his husband. Suddenly, he looks really tired and really sad. “David, let's move from the bathroom and into the sitting room. We need to talk and this is not the proper place. Leo, you will go to your room like your father said.”

“But dad--”

“You will go to your room until your father and I will have this figured it out with Blaine,” Kurt repeats calmly, holding one hand up to stop him from complaining “Then, you will join us and we will hear your side of the story as well.”

Figuring everything out assumes a new kind of meaning now and Blaine swallows hard, tensing his arms and closing his fists. He has no idea how to explain what happened yet, but he tries not to look too scared when he turns to Leo and sees the kid's searching for his eyes. He smiles at him, reassuringly. “I'll see you in a couple of minutes.”

Leo nods and moves to go upstairs, after one gentle nudge of Kurt's hand.

*
“I hope you have a good explanation, Blaine, because right now I'm more inclined to let Dave beat you up to death than call the police.” Kurt is sitting on the couch. The very same couch that has indirectly brought them all here in the sitting room, and Blaine is struggling not to make any face.

Luckily, they have allowed him to dress up. Actually, when he asked if he could put something on before they pilloried him, Dave told him that he had to and gave him two minutes by the clock to do so.

Left alone in the bathroom, Blaine has quickly dressed up with whatever he had on before entering the shower and started scolding himself because of course he had to have the boy. He couldn't restrain himself for his fucking life. Mad at himself, at the world and partially at teenage boys who look too delicious to be left alone, he has looked himself in the mirror and given himself a very scolding look as he told himself to be sure to pick up a kid whose parent he didn't know next time. Or at least to avoid sleeping under their room at the same time!

“Fuck me,” Blaine thinks as he has just done in front of the bathroom's mirror just a few minutes ago. Then he clears his throat to answer Kurt, who still looks the more reasonable despite his coldness. “Both your options seem a little bit too much to me. Why don't we just talk about it, possibly without your husband threatening my life?”

“We can talk,” Dave growls, coming back after giving baby Santana her morning bottle and putting her in the playpen. “But me stop threatening you? No fucking way. Just to be clear, you're given the chance to explain yourself before we call the police, nothing more. That's a favor Kurt's doing to you in the name of your so called friendship. Don't think, not even for one minute, that we will let you go away with this.”

“That's not very comforting,” Blaine snorts.

“I don't want you comforted,” Dave says, casually. “Now sit the fuck down and awe us with one of your sick explanations. I really wanna see you clutching at straws before I make the call.”

Blaine looks at Kurt for some kind of support – not that he expects any from him, but at least he knows he can reason with him. Unfortunately Kurt is staring so angrily at him that he could set him on fire, which doesn't help him much.

“I feel like I did when I was a little kid and my father was about to scold me,” he says frowning, but he sits down as he's been ordered to. “I must tell you that I do not like this feeling at all, and moreover I don't feel like I deserve this treatment. So, from now on keep in mind that I'm a free man and it's my right to just invite both of you to go fuck yourselves while I go away, if I find it more suitable for me.”

Blaine is aware that this is not exactly true. If Dave really called the police, he would have an hard time explaining everything to them. After all, Leo is still widely underage and no matter how much the kid would swear nobody raped him or whatever – as Blaine is sure Leo would – nobody would believe him completely, and Blaine would be in a lot of troubles. But despite all this, he doesn't want to give Kurt and Dave the impression of being scared because that would mean he is guilty, which he's absolutely not.

They are upset about what happened and rightly so – Blaine doesn't blame them for feeling like this after the shocking discovery that their teenage boy has a sexual drive that he feels the need to satisfy, despite his parents still treating him like a three years old – but he won't play the part of the monster just because he looks so to their eyes and they expect him to break down and confess a terrible crime that he didn't commit at all.

“You were a free man until you put your dirty hands on my son,” Dave points out. “So you keep in mind that when I decide I have heard enough from you, I will call the police because I fucking can and because Leonard is fucking fifteen, which means you are in a lot of fucking trouble.”

Blaine sighs heavily. He feels like that's all he's been doing in the past hour. “I'm telling you once again, I didn't do anything Leo didn't want me to do. We felt good together, and we did nothing wrong,” he repeats, ignoring their cringing faces. “I promise, it wasn't an irrelevant thing, if this is what you're worried about. I give it all the importance it deserves. After all, weren't you minors too when you had sex for the first time?”

“We were both minors when we had sex for the first time, Blaine!” Kurt exclaims, in a high-pitched unbelieving voice. “You're thirty-five!”

“And is that a crime?”

“Yes!” Kurt cries out again. “Yes, Blaine, it is when Leo is just a kid and you took advantage of him.”

Blaine snorts, annoyed. “Oh please, Kurt. I've never took advantage of anybody in my entire life, and you know that. You know how honest I am. I would never...” he sighs, passing both his hands over his face for a moment. “God, do you even know me anymore? I've done everything right. I always asked Leo if what I was doing was alright for him. I didn't force myself on him! Nor I tried to convince him to have sex with me in some wicked way! You have to believe me.”

Dave's face stays the same cold mix of disgust and hate that it has been since he entered the bathroom. “A honest man would never touch a kid Leo's age,” he states, and Kurt painfully nods next to him.

Kurt looks at Blaine with sad-filled eyes, as if hating him like he's doing now pained him as well. Blaine doesn't really know if Kurt feels really sad or he's just playing the part of the betrayed friend which, indeed, would involve some strange kind of sad hate.

“I don't know what came into your mind, but you really can't expect me to believe that when you asked him and he said yes, Leo knew exactly what was happening or that he wasn't feeling your pressure,” Kurt says, resting both his hands on his lap. “Tell me that he just didn't fall, as the fifteen years old he is, for your way of pushing him a bit.” Kurt seems to know exactly how Blaine works. The memories of a time when Blaine would try and try and try to convince him instead of his son didn't get lost.

“I didn't push him like you think I did,” Blaine insists, in a very serious tone. “I may have been a little teasing, but I like Leonard. I really do. He is a smart, beautiful and funny kid, who's not, in any way, as surrendering as you imagine him to be.”

“But he is a kid nonetheless,” Dave cuts in. “And that's the key word, Anderson.”

“Oh, come on” Blaine rolls his eyes. “We're not talking about a six years old or a ten years old child, here. Leonard is fifteen! You're not old enough to have forgotten that you can actually think on your own and take your own decisions when you're that age!”

“This doesn't mean he can decide for the best,” Kurt illustrates. Then he makes that kind of sighs that proceeds a very awkward question. “How did it go, exactly?”

Incredulity doesn't even begin to describe the expression on Blaine's face after that question. How in the world a father could possibly bring himself to ask to his son's lover – especially if allegedly considered some sort of rapist – something like that? “Excuse me?” Blaine mutters. “You don't expect me to tell you how I slept with your son, do you?”

Kurt turns suddenly a bright shade of pink when he understands what his question sounded like. “No, you idiot!” He cries out harshly, more embarrassed with himself than angry at him actually. “I expect you to explain me how you two ended up in my bathroom and how can you possibly say that your encounter is not so disgusting as it actually appears. That's what I expect from you.”

“Oh,” Blaine says in sudden realization. He clears his throat while a metaphoric hell mouth open under his feet, ready to swallow him alive as soon as Kurt and Dave will know the complete truth. “I get it, now. You still don't know that this morning in the bathroom wasn't exactly... a first.”

Kurt doesn't say a word. He doesn't even move. Part of his brain got it already, the rest of it is busy pretending that it didn't. But the void stare in his eyes says that it's failing. Dave, however, is not as quick as his husband.

“What are you talking about?”

Blaine coughs nervously. He has the feeling that whatever he's going to say and no matter how he is going to say it, it will sound suddenly very bad. “We actually... Well, Leo came home late, yesterday night. I happened to be still awake and we kind of talked a lot about how he was feeling about me, and about me and the two of you. He's still pretty angry about the whole wedding thing, you know? Which is quiet silly, if you ask me,” he says, scratching the back of his neck as he tries to act casual and fails. “Then the fact that he sometimes likes male bodies came up so we... we agreed that he could try and kiss a man, just to find out how he felt about it. One thing led to another and...”

“You both agreed or you just decided on your own?” Kurt's voice explodes out of his throat like he was struggling hard to keep it inside and couldn't hold it anymore. His whole body is somehow shaking. “What the hell is in your head, Blaine?”

“I'm gonna kill him,” Dave announces, simply. His is the hard face of a man who understands that, as drastic as it is, there's nothing else to do anymore.

“I don't see why not,” Kurt agrees, looking straight into Blaine's eyes.

“I said we and I mean it, Goddammit! I didn't touch him until he gave me his permission!” Blaine snaps, irritated. If there's something he hates more than being accused of something he didn't do, it's being asked to explain and then not being listened to. “God, right now you seem so deaf to me, I tell you. Now I understand how Leonard feels, and why he felt the need to share his thoughts with me, an almost complete stranger instead of his own parents!”

“Of course he gave you permission!” Dave barks. “You were giving him sex and he's fucking fifteen, for God's sake!”

Kurt looks worried. Just for one moment, he closes his eyes and puts aside what happened between Blaine and his son, and focus on something that Blaine has just said. “What are you talking about, Blaine? Leo knows that he can always talk to us. We've always been ready to listen to him if he had a problem.”

“Well, maybe he didn't feel like that about you,” Blaine replies, sharply. “I'm not going to talk about what he said to me because that's private and confidential, but don't assume you know all about your kid, about how his brain and body work, because you probably don't know.”

For a moment, nobody talks. Kurt is too upset about what Blaine has just said and Dave has never been too good with feelings and all that stuff. He's the dad who teaches Leo how to play football. There was a tacit agreement between him and Kurt that love, romance and sexuality was going to be Kurt's problems.

Clearly Leo was ready to face those issues way before they were.

When the silence becomes too uncomfortable, Blaine takes a deep breath. “Yesterday night happened because Leo wanted it as much as I did,” he explains. “If you don't like that, then it's your problem because we both were nothing but happy and satisfied before you destroyed everything.”

“Oh, I bet you were,” Dave growls as he stands up and starts walking nervously around the room like a caged animal. He really wants to punch that man in the face, and the best he can do to avoid doing so is releasing all his pent up anger with some sort of exercise. No matter how this thing ends, he is going for a two hours work out. “I can't stand it, Kurt. I don't believe him and I don't want him anywhere near Leo or this house anymore.”

Kurt sighs. “Blaine, I really don't know what to do,” he confesses.

Now that the initial anger has somehow subsided, it has left room to sadness and a strong, scaring concern for Leo's well-being that give him mixed feelings about calling the police. He knows he should, but Blaine is not a stranger and you need to be really sure to ruin a man with such an accusation.

“Well, you could start by calling back your son and ask him what he thinks, since that's what really matters anyway,” Blaine suggests with a sigh of his own.

There is no time to decide whether calling Leo is a good idea or not because he's already there, leaning on the door frame. “I'm here,” he says in an undertone, his eyes looking for Kurt's, the most indulgent of his fathers. “Can I speak now?”

Hearing his voice, Blaine immediately looks at Leo as if to remind himself why on Earth he is accepting to tolerate what he had to go through in the last minutes. The kid's sad face and downcast eyes seem two good enough reasons to bear with Kurt and Dave, at least until the problem is solved.

“Didn't I tell you to go to your room?” Dave frowns.

“Yes, I know,” he answers, lifting one hand as to tame his father. “And I'm sorry, but I couldn't stay in my room when you probably were giving him all the fault.”

“Because it is his fault!” Dave thunders, startling him. “Don't you understand? He just used how he looks and how he talks and how experienced he is to take advantage of you! It's so obvious!”

Since nobody really sent him away, Leo dares to take a step inside the room where everyone else is. “But he didn't take advantage of me at all!” He says for the umpteenth time. “He just offered and I wanted to try,” he adds, and then proceeds to blush madly.

“He offered? He offered?!” Dave looks so threatening as he walks towards him that Leo takes a step back and ends up in the hall again. “So he showed himself off!”

“No!” Leo instantly shakes his head. “I mean, maybe a little... but only after I said that I could be interested in guys too. We were talking, and I knew he was gay. So I thought that with him I could at least see what it was like to kiss another guy.”

Dave thinks that if he looks half as shocked as he feels, he must be very funny to look at, which indeed he is. His eyes are too open in astonishment, his face is red because he screamed so much and the vein on his temple is pulsing as if his head was about to explode. “I don't even know what...” he mutters, unbelieving. “Who told you you can just try and kiss a guy to see if you're gay or not? So now you've kissed Blaine, and as far as we know you did even more. Does this make you gay in any way?”

“Nobody told me, dad. It was some kind of test, I guess.” Leo shrugs. There's nothing to say about it, really. But he knows his parents won't get it because none of them has ever had the same problem or the same ways of dealing with it as he does. Kurt has always known he was gay and Dave was so scared that he almost punched Kurt in the face for that. One didn't need to prove to himself that he indeed liked men and the other wasn't even willing to make out with one. How they are supposed to understand that Blaine was a way to play safe while understanding shit? “I just thought that if I liked it then there was a good chance that I might be gay. If I didn't like it at all, then I was probably wrong. Is this so stupid?”

“No, Leo. It's not,” Kurt hurries to say. He casts a worried glance to Dave, who's too focus on the matter at hand to notice, though.

“I don't know what to say, really.” Dave lets his arms fall and shrugs, resigned. “So what, now? You... and him, what...?”

Blaine tenses, his eyes glued to Leo's slim figure. The kid looks even younger in his confusion. “I don't know. That was what it was,” Leo says. He looks over at Blaine for a moment, but he averts his eyes almost instantly when he sees that the man is looking at him. “... I guess.”

Dave's features seems to relax at this. “So you just tried him and you don't plan to see him anymore?” He asks again. “Cos I would agree on that.”

Blaine tenses even more. He can't really say anything at the moment. It's not his place at all. He just thinks it's not fair that this whole argument must take place in front of Leo's parents when he and Leo never had the chance to talk it through. He doesn't know if they are or will ever be an item – God, he didn't even think about it! – yet, he and Leo should be discussing it, not them. No matter how old the kid is.

Then Leo speaks, and Blaine's heart starts beating faster. “I didn't say that.”

It's a sense of relief which doesn't make any sense to him, though.

“Then what are you saying?” Dave snaps, irritated. “Speak loud and clear for once, kid, since it seems your father and I have no idea of what's going on in your mind!”

“Dave...” Kurt sighs, resting a hand on his husband's arm to try and calm him down.

Feeling attacked, Leo predictably clams up. Even his body shows the signs of his closure as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I don't know!” He cries out in frustration. “We had sex? Yes. I wanna have some more? Probably I do. I enjoyed it. But it's not like I love him or anything. I just like the way we...”

He stops right there and blushes so furiously that his cheeks are flushed and they feel hot. He looks away, pretending to be only annoyed by his parents' insistence, but failing epically. He is embarrassed and more confused than Blaine had thought he was. There's no point in keeping this conversation up right now. So he sighs heavily and stands up.

“I don't want to impose my presence on you or Leo any longer. I just need you to understand that if we want to see each other again,” he says calmly as he turns to Leo for a moment “then, nothing is going to stop us.”

“Try me, Anderson,” Dave growls, moving one step closer to his husband and son. The kid looks like he wants to say something, but eventually he doesn't.

“I wouldn't dare, Dave,” Blaine says as he walks to the coat rack at the entrance and retrieves his long black coat. “You're his father and you're worried, I understand. That's your right and duty. But I'm not a bad man and I don't want to hurt your son. If he'll ever give me the chance, I'll love to know him better.”

“You already know him better than you should,” Dave hisses, walking him to the door. “Now, get out of my house.”

“Yes,” Blaine sighs heavily. Talking to Dave it's like talking to a wall. A giant, slightly overweight wall who loathes him and lives in the constant belief that he can only do wrong. Standing by the open door, he hesitates. “Could I have a moment with Leo?”

“Of course not,” Dave answers.

Leo is literally shivering out of tension. “Dad, please?” He asks, a little whiny. He looks like his nerves are ready to snap, so much he's restraining himself from jumping up and down as he waits for an answer.

Dave would say no again, but apparently he doesn't understand what's going on right now and most of all what happened in the past twenty-four hours, so he turns to Kurt, hoping in a suggestion.

Kurt gives the smallest of nods. “Just two minutes, Leonard. And stay where we can hear you.”

Leo nods and follows Blaine outside. They stop on the porch, the farthest they can go to have a little privacy and still be at earshot from Kurt. There's a first moment of awkwardness between them, but it melts right away, like it was just a legacy of the discussion that happened in the living room. Now that they are alone, they both feel like they can breathe again.

“It seems like you made a very big mess.”

Blaine laughs a bit. “So it seems,” he agrees as he tries very hard to stand appropriately far from him. It was way easier with the threat of Leo's Cerberus father. Now that there's nobody around, he's dying to kiss him again. “How are you feeling about all this?

Leo shrugs. “I don't know. I didn't want to make them mad.”

“Neither did I,” Blaine sighs. “I'm sorry they caught us like that. It was my fault.”

Leo smiles a little amused smile, and it's the cutest thing Blaine has ever seen on Leo's lips, except maybe for his own. “As much as I would like to say it was,” he says with a small giggle, “you left the door open but I didn't close it. So we're both to blame. Maybe you can avoid to be naked next time, that should make things easier.”

Blaine give him a little sad look. He knows very well that what lingers on his tongue right now is something that he shouldn't say. Better would be to bury it deep inside himself and forget that the thought was ever there. Whatever is that's pushing him toward this fifteen years old kid is nothing to be encouraged. Surely, if he lets it go, he will forget it as soon as he gets into the car and drives away from Leo and the last twenty-four hours.

He cares for this kid as his father's best friend should. If what happened isn't a complete mistake, it's at least something that should never ever happen again. After all, he has literally seen him grow, and this alone should stop him.

The problem is that Leo is grown so much and so well.

Blaine can't really stop himself. “Since it seems you're only attracted to me when I'm naked, does it mean we will not have the chance to get together anymore?”

“Maybe. If you...” Leo quickly looks behind himself, “If you happen to be in Lima, sometimes.”

Blaine smiles, half relieved and half stupidly happy. “I'll make sure to come to town, sometime soon,” he reassures him, and then he sighs. “I want to kiss you so bad right now.”

Leo looks behind himself again. His parents are both waiting in the sitting room, he can see their shoes from where he is standing. In one quick motion, he pushes Blaine away from the door and kisses him, keeping the door just slightly open with one hand. Blaine wasn't expecting this at all, so he just stands still for a couple of seconds before wrapping his arms around Leo and kiss him hungrily, tilting his head a bit to deepen the kiss.

For a long moment, Leo just loses himself completely. Whatever is happening around him and Blaine loses importance and all he feels and cares for is this kiss which instantly brings him back to the bathroom, against the sink and in Blaine's naked arms from which his father has brutally dragged him away.

It could end badly, considering that he was interrupted in the worst moment ever, but Blaine is sane for both of them and he unwillingly pulls away after another couple of seconds, just before Leo can embarrass himself.

“I've got to go,” he whispers, still brushing his nose and lips against Leo's. “I'll let you know when I'm back in town. I'll get a room somewhere.”

He manages to give him one last kiss, and then Dave's voice roars from inside the house. “Leo! Two minutes are over.”

“Just call,” Leo says as Blaine kisses him on his forehead. “Maybe I'll come.”

“Maybe I will,” Blaine replies with a smile.

Leo watches him as he walks backwards towards his car. He'd rather die than say to this man that he wants him, but Blaine doesn't need to hear those words. They're written clearly on Leo' face, and that's enough for now.

Then, Dave yells again breaking the spell, so Leo turns around and runs back inside.

*
When he shuts the door behind himself, he finds Kurt waiting for him, sitting on the couch. He's got his hands crossed on his knees and a sad look in his eyes. Leo isn't sure what he's supposed to do, now: he had thought to run straight to his room and kind of try and forget this whole thing had ever happened, maybe call Adam and ask if he could stay at his place overnight or something, but now this seems out of question. He knows he should walk over there and sit beside his father and just listen as he scolds him, but he can't bring himself to, so he just stays there, waiting for some sign and secretly hoping none arrives.

"Leo," his father calls him in the end, "Come here, sweetheart."

His voice is all kinds of sad and soft, as he pats on the couch beside himself. Leo can't really resist that voice, he never could. He's not really an attentive son, he knows he's too self-centered to really try and put somebody else's needs before his own, even if it's his parents', but whenever Kurt pulls this voice there's no way Leo could be able to resist the urge to just sit next to him and help him make better whatever's upsetting him.

"Where's dad?" he asks with a sigh, as he sits down, "I thought he would want to be here for the lecture too."

Kurt sighs too, looking away for a moment. "He wasn't feeling really..." he gestures vaguely, trying to find the right words to say it, "...ready. For this. He decided to take a couple of minutes to himself to... calm down."

"Yeah, sure," Leo looks down at his own hands, closed in fists around the fabric of his trousers. "So, what am I?" he asks after a while, "Grounded, or something?"

"No, sweetie, you're not," Kurt hurries to reassure him, "It's just that... what happened came so unexpectedly. You must understand, we, I mean, your father and I, we obviously knew that, sooner or later, you'd have your experiences, but we always took for granted it would have been with kids your age, may them be girls or boys, so this... this was..." he shakes his head, as if just talking about it had brought to his mind pictures he's not sure he can handle right now, and that he'd better get rid of immediately, "This was too much, and then, you know, the whole story this family shares with Blaine is rather complicated, so..." he sighs again, leaning against the back of the couch, his strength all drained by the apparently enormous effort he had to make to spit this all out.

Leo looks at him for a couple of seconds, the grip of his fists tightening around his trousers. Of all that came out during these dreadful last few hours, the only thing Kurt wants to tell him is that everything's fine but it would have been better if it wasn't Blaine the one he had to have sex with?

Sometimes Leo has the feeling that his parents don't get the point of him in any way. Sometimes this feeling gets so strong Leo's barely able to stand it without feeling the need to crush and burn things just to let pain and frustration out.

They really just don't understand him. They don't get him. They're worlds apart, and nothing - now it's almost painfully clear - nothing Leo could do to make them understand would be enough.

"I didn't plan for it to be with him," he answers, frowning, "I thought I didn't even like him. He's not the point."

"Then why?" Kurt insists, "Why him? You seemed to hate him so much..."

"I did," Leo answers, shrugging as if that feeling of anger and hate he used to reserve for Blaine was something so distant and old that's already starting to fade away in a blur. "I just... I came back home and there he was, half naked in the sitting room, and--"

"He was naked?!" Kurt screams bringing both his hands over his mouth in shock.

"Half naked," Leo corrects him, making a face, "And please, don't scream. He'd just got out of the shower, it was just a coincidence that I would find him like that. Call it bad timing, call it all you want, that's still not the point. He started asking questions, you know, about me, how I was feeling... and..." he looks down, his eyes softening as the memories from the night before start to crowd his mind, forcing a smile out of him, "He seemed to get it, you know? He asked all the right questions and gave all the right answers, and that was it," he shrugs, "He's not such a bad guy, after all."

"Oh, please, Leo," Kurt grimaces, shaking his head, "Now, I understand he probably helped you figure out a couple of things you hadn't been able to figure out by yourself, but don't say he's not such a bad guy. Not after he made you find him naked!" he adds with real horror in his voice, "No wonder you immediately fell for him," he sighs, covering his eyes with both his hands.

"He didn't make me find him naked," Leo sighs, rolling his eyes. Sometimes talking with his father is nothing different than try and talk with Tana. He only gets what he wants to and ignores the rest. "I mean, he didn't know I was coming home, how could he? And why the hell are you covering your eyes now? I mean, I understand you must know how he is without clothes on, but..." he stops for a second, reconsidering his last few words, "Actually, it makes sense you want to do that, he is something, after all."

"Leo!" Kurt stops him, horrified, "It's not funny."

"Well, the sex was," Leo shrugs.

"Leo..." Kurt whines in what looks like some sort of physical pain, averting his eyes, "Please, he's more than twice your age. He could be your father."

"But he's not," Leo blinks, "At least, not that I know. He isn't my real father, is he?"

"No way!" Kurt answers, a hand theatrically pressed against his chest, as if the mere insinuation was making him feel sick, "But that doesn't change the fact that you're just a kid, sweetie, and he's a grown up man. I mean, do you really even want him that way? Doesn't it feel weird that it had to be him, couldn't it be anybody else? Because, I'm sure, your dad and me, we both could understand if you just wanted to... to make a little experience, and we would be very understanding, I assure you, if you just could, like... forget him, and go with another boy, you know, somebody your age, maybe some friend of yours."

"Can you stop saying that?" Leo looks away, irritated by how stubbornly his father keeps going his own way, deliberately ignoring the real point of the whole situation, which would be that Leo would have never felt the need to do what he did with Blaine, if his parents had really be there for him, to answer his question and help him figure things out. "Listen, I don't want a relationship with him, if that's what you need to hear to feel better. I'm not, like, in love or anything, he hasn't worked any charm with me and I promise he's never gonna be your son-in-law. I just liked to be with him, okay? And I'd like to do it again. Maybe a couple of times, maybe three, I don't know. Wouldn't be the same with somebody else, you know what I mean?" He waits for his father to nod in agreement, but all he gets from him is another horrified expression, so he adds "But I'll have other guys! Sure, I mean, I'd like that. And girls, as well. I actually think I may be bi."

"Oh, don't be stupid, baby," Kurt scoffs, waving his hand mid-air as if to blow his words away like they were smoke, "All I'm saying is that not only your first time, but all your first sexual experiences are precious, and you shouldn't... I mean, you shouldn't throw it all away with a man you could easily forget after two or maybe three times, just because he's more experienced than a kid your age could ever be."

"I'm not gonna forget him or what we've done," Leo snorts, upset by his father's attitude, especially by the way he keeps taking for granted things that may be obvious to him, but sure as hell aren't for Leo, "I liked what happened, that's the only reason why I want it to happen again. And, for your information, I really like girls too, so don't tell me not to be stupid, 'cause I already am not."

"Please, baby," his father shakes his head, apparently disappointed in him, "You just like boys or girls. Or did Blaine fill your head with something even more stupid than his good looks, while he was having you two times in less than twelve hours breaking every possible sex law in the state of Ohio?"

"He has nothing to do with it, dad, and for the last time, I was consenting," Leo snorted, blushing violently, "Can you please just accept it, as the fact that I know I like both boys and girls? I mean, I've been with girls, I didn't have sex with one yet, but I've been intimate with girls before, and I like it."

"Baby," Kurt sighs like someone who's forced to gather all his patience and strength to deal with a particularly thick head, "Bisexual is a term gay guys use in high school when they wanna hold hands with girls and feel normal. You don't need to, we know you're perfect as you are. If you like boys, we're all right behind you, and we'll support you as much as we can and more, you don't have to pretend you like girls too, we won't stop loving you if you're gay."

"But I'm not pretending!" Leo shouts, feeling the usual wave of rage that always ends up closing whatever conversation he's having with his father in a fight, "Why are you, of all people, talking to me like that? Am I not allowed to feel this way?"

"Oh, baby," Kurt smiles sweetly, gently brushing Leo's shoulder with his hand, "Sure you're allowed to feel confused and don't know exactly what you like, yet. You're so young."

And of course Kurt didn't get a single word right out of Leo's speech. The kid lets the topic fall, knowing that, if he goes down the rage path, he's gonna end up grounded for the rest of his life. "Whatever. I just wanna know if you're mad at me because of Blaine and you wanna ground me."

"No, baby, I told you, I won't ground you," Kurt shakes his head, smiling kindly, "And I'm not mad. Or, better, yes, I am, but it's not because of Blaine himself. I just want you to understand that I'm worried about you. You still don't know anything about how adults behave when they're in love or have an... interest in somebody. I'm just worried he might hurt you."

"He couldn't hurt me, dad, he didn't promise me anything and I expect nothing from him. I'm not in love, I told you. Really, I'm not."

"That's not the point, Leo," Kurt sighs, "He's thirty-five. He acts, thinks and speaks like a grown-up man. Don't you understand? You have nothing in common, and maybe you're not expecting anything from him right now, but eventually, if you keep seeing him that way, the time in which you'll want to expect something from him will come. And maybe he won't even notice, 'cause you two just... just come from two worlds apart."

"Let's say we have just sex in common," Leo insists, stubbornly, "What about that?"

"Honey, that's not a thing," Kurt explains, passing a hand over his face to try and wipe away the weariness that this conversation's pulling over him, "The need to have sex is something we all have in common with billions of people in the world. I'm talking about something deeper, something like... affection, interest, care. The way you care about each other, that's something you should have in common to call it a relationship."

"But I don't want that from him!" Leo almost screams, annoyed and tired, knowing he won't be able to put up with this conversation for much too long, "That's the point! Why do you have to make such a fuss over it? I had sex with him, almost two times, okay?, and that's it. There's nothing more than this between us. Someday I'll fall in love with somebody and everything, like you and dad did with each other, but that's not the case. This is not important."

"Well, then," Kurt says, hanging on to Leo's words for dear life, as he knows his son won't be so distracted as to give him a second chance to use something he said against his own reasoning, "If it's not important, it could have been with anybody else. Then it doesn't have to be with him again, and you won't care if you don't get to see him ever again. Am I right?"

Of course he's not. Of course he's the opposite of right, he's so damn wrong that for a moment Leo wonders if he even heard what he tried to say at all. He's so taken aback by the way his father's deliberately choosing to ignore how he feels, that at first he doesn't even know what to say. "I..." he starts off, but Kurt doesn't let him finish.

"That would make everything right, you know?" he says with an uncertain smile, "'Cause your father and me wouldn't be so stressed about it, if it wasn't him. If it was just anybody else, it would be okay, provided of course he doesn't break the law by getting intimate with you. So, are we set? You're not going to see him again, but you can keep having experiences with whoever kid you like?"

Leo sighs deeply, looking away. This is not going anywhere, and he's had enough. He can't take any of this bullshit anymore. "Yeah, fine," he gives up. Right now, he just wants to go back to his room and finally be alone for a couple of hours without people shouting at him and lecturing him so much he can't even hear the sound of his own thoughts.

He will do whatever the fuck he wants, though, that's for sure. May his parents give him permission or not.

"Great," Kurt smiles sweetly, clearly relieved by Leo's surrender, "And believe me, baby, you can really come to me whenever you want, to talk about whatever you like. I'll listen."

Leo would like to ask him, like you did today? But he doesn't say a word. He doesn't see the point in doing so. They never really listened to him. They clearly won't start now. It's a lost cause, so he just nods, giving his father what he really wants from him to get it over with this whole stupid play.

When Kurt asks for an hug, he complies, but there's no warmth in his embrace. He doubts there will ever be again.