AN: This is my first fanfiction, so critism is welcome. Please review and say what you thought. Also I am english, but tried to make this sound american, so correct me if I'm wrong

This chapter is kind of boring, but it should get better.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, wish I did, but I don't.

Chapter One

Are you sure you don't want me to be there?" Kurt asked, biting his lip. "Honestly it's no trouble; I could get there in time, sort of"

This was a lie. There was no chance of Kurt getting to Westerville before lunch break, but he couldn't help it. He was worried.

The rest of New Directions were waiting quietly for before- school glee rehearsals to begin. It was one of Rachel's ideas; she insisted that if they wanted to win nationals, they had to be dedicated, like Vocal Adrenaline.

Same old story.

"Mr Shue, it has come to my attention that we don't have any glee rehearsals in the morning" Rachel boldly stated, standing up to command the attention of the glee club, and their director, who has just walked into the room.

"We are missing a major opportunity to get in some much needed rehearsal, for some of our weaker teammates of course!" she added quickly, as though not to insinuate that her voice was anything less than perfect.

Mr Shue looked around, glancing that the pleading faces of the rest of New Directions, and sighed.

"Fine, Rachel" he mumbled. "We'll add an half an hour rehearsal in the mornings, but ONLY up till Nationals".

Uproar commenced, whilst Rachel turned and smiled smugly at Jesse, who had enter the room during her speech and looked seemingly impressed.

Kurt felt nauseous at the sight. Sure, he agreed that an extra reversal could be beneficial. But the thought that he agreed with Rachel AND Jesse made him feel like tearing off his head and setting fire to it, along with Rachel's awful animal sweaters.

Kurt looked around him, observing his friends as he waited to Blaine to answer him. They all looked relatively care free. Well, good for them, not everyone has that luxury, especially not him. Not today.

Puck, Artie and Mike were in an intense discussion about something, probably the latest video game or horror movie. Kurt didn't particularly care, it sounded like just a lot of explosions and shootings to him.

Rachel and Finn stood at the front of the choir room, while Rachel tried to badger Finn into learning some "easy" dance steps, and Finn looked like he was about to collapse from lack of sleep, when Kurt knew for a fact that he had only got up half an hour earlier, and was shooed out the house by a stressed out Carole.

Never the less, they all seemed pretty absorbed, whilst Sam and the girls gossiped mindlessly, Brittany running her fingers through his obviously dyed hair, commenting on its softness. Kurt shook his head. Sometimes it was hard to believe that Sam wasn't gay.

"No babe, its fine" Blaine reassured him, smiling to himself. It was cute how much Kurt cared about him. It was almost as much as he cared about Kurt.

"It's far too much hassle for a lunch. Besides, you need to practise for Nationals, so you can get up on that New York stage and make me proud" The love was evident in Blaine's voice, but so was the fear. The fear of what his father would say, or do when he told him about the boy he loved.

"It is not just an ordinary lunch, Blaine Anderson and you know that!" Kurt cried desperately, knowing full well that most of New Directions were staring at him in curiosity, but he was too stressed to care. His boyfriend was going to tell his homophobic father that he had been dating Kurt for over four months, and he didn't want Kurt there! Kurt just couldn't understand why.

"Calm down Kurt, please! You're going to stress yourself out! Trust me, everything will be fine" Blaine said determindly, only half believing his own words. Kurt seemed to though, as his voice steadily turned back to normal as he breathed to calm himself.

"Fine, Blaine, but I want updates, every hour, or Gaga help me I will come back to Dalton, find Wes's gavel and knock you over the head with it. Several times!"

Blaine couldn't help but chuckle at that statement. The funniest part was he knew Kurt was deadly serious.

"I better go now babe got to leave soon" said Blaine, careful not to stumble over the words. He didn't want Kurt to know who truly terrified he was. "I Love you, Kurt".

"I Love you too, Blaine".

Kurt clicked the end call button and let out a shaky sigh.

"You okay, Kurt?".

He looked up to see 14 pairs of eyes staring back at him, all looking back at him with concern, even Jesse st James, which he didn't think was possible. He and Mr Shue must have walked in whilst he and Blaine were talking.

Wow, he thought to himself, I must have been distracted!

"…Yeah….I'm fine" he mumbled, a little too late, as now their looks of concern deepened.

"Come on Kurt, we know that's not true" Finn broke the worried silence, staring at his stepbrother.

Kurt smiled. He must have been pretty obvious. As much as he loved his step brother, in a purely platonic way of course, he wasn't the most observant of people. Kurt decided to tell them, they could be trusted.

"It's just… Blaine's going to lunch with his family today. He's going to tell them. About us" Kurt stared into the distance, his mind swimming with possibilities of what could go down. Some were reassuring, some not so much.

A wave of understanding came over the New Directions. They understood as well as they could how hard this would be, on both Kurt and Blaine, as they knew not all parents were as accepting as Burt.

"Don't Blaines' parents know he's a dolphin?" Brittany piped up, causing the rest of the club to look at her in confusion, apart from Santana and Kurt, who knew about her warped theory.

"Yes, but they weren't too happy about it, they decided that it was a phase" Kurt spat out the final word in disgust, he truly hated that phrase. "Could we perhaps rehearse now, Mr Shue" he asked the older man pleadingly, to which he received an understanding nod.

"Of course Kurt. Right guys, let practise. New York, here we come!"

14 sets of applause rippled through the choir room.