Go Your Own Way

by
zavocado

Badboy!Blaine AU || NC-17
Kurt Hummel just wants to get through his Junior Year at McKinley in one piece. But when the new guy from
Dalton Academy Reform School for Boys takes an alarming interest in him, he's certain he's going to be in for
a wild ride.



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Contents
Chapter One - 4 -
Chapter Two - 10 -
Chapter Three - 18 -
Chapter Four - 21 -
Chapter Five - 29 -
Chapter Six - 35 -
Chapter Seven - 43 -
Chapter Eight - 51 -
Chapter Nine - 60 -
Chapter Ten - 74 -
Chapter Eleven - 87 -
Chapter Twelve - 99 -
Chapter Thirteen - 119 -
Chapter Fourteen - 130 -
Chapter Fifteen - 156 -
Chapter Sixteen - 170 -
Chapter Seventeen - 190 -
Chapter Eighteen - 210 -
Chapter Nineteen - 224 -
Chapter Twenty - 239 -
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Chapter Twenty-One - 258 -
Chapter Twenty-Two - 281 -
Chapter Twenty-Three - 309 -
Chapter Twenty-Four - 345 -
Chapter Twenty-Five - 360 -
Chapter Twenty-Six - 392 -
Chapter Twenty-Seven - 419 -
Epilogue - 450 -












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Chapter One
Kurt slid into the empty desk between Mercedes and Tina as the bell rang.
"Remind me again why I let you two talk me into taking AP English?" Mercedes said, eyeing Mr. Robertson
with distaste as he slammed the door shut and dropped his briefcase on the teacher's desk.
"Because it's better than suffering through the normal English class with Puckerman and Santana," Kurt
reminded her quietly.
"Or the advanced one with Rachel," Tina added.
Kurt nodded as he pulled a notebook out of his backpack. "Glee Club alone is too much time spent in her
presence."
Mercedes seemed satisfied with their words and nodded. A huge, mischievous grin split her face the next
second she see turned to whisper excitedly to them. "So did you see the new guy?"
Up front Mr. Robertson called for silence, glaring at the three of them in particular since they were the
only students actually bold enough to talk in his class. He began the roll-call in his droning tone and the
three of them exchanged an eye roll and began doodling notes to each other in the margins of Kurt's
notebook.
What new guy? Kurt scribbled out. On his right hand side Tina leaned forward to read Mercedes' response,
looking just as curious as him.
Some transfer from that reform school over in Westerville. Dayton or Dullson or whatever it's called.
Kurt and Tina glanced at each other, wondering why this was of any interest to them. Middle- of- nowhere
Ohio or not, it wasn't that unusual for there to be a few new kids at the start of every year. It didn't make
an ounce of sense to Kurt why anyone would want to move to this hick town when he only wanted to
survive it long enough to escape, but most people didn't have his intelligence either.
Tina reached across Kurt for the notebook. And this interests us why?
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Mercedes raised her eyebrows and shot them a look of pure attitude that clearly said the answer should
be obvious. Because a) he's absolutely gorgeous. b)he kicked Karofsky's ass when he tried to slushie him
before first period and c)did I mention he's gorgeous?
Tina giggled, covering her mouth when Mr. Robertson glared at them again. Kurt quirked his lips a bit but
didn't write any response. What did it matter to him if another gorgeous straight boy was walking the
halls of McKinley? The bit about Karofsky was certainly intriguing, but if this guy came from a reform
school he couldn't honestly say he was surprised.
Kurt glanced back down at the notebook where Mercedes had given a better account of the incident she
had witnessed in the hallway that morning. His eyes scanned over it briefly, taking in enough to get the
gist of what seemed to have been a very short fight because Karofsky had been caught off guard by
someone actually punching him.
"Now, class, welcome to AP English Language and Composition. Here's the syllabus for "
The door was flung open so hard it bounced back off the filing cabinet behind it. Startled, everyone turned
to eye the newcomer. Beside him, Kurt heard Mercedes gasp and whisper to them, "That's him."
One thing was certain about Mercedes description, Kurt thought as he felt part of his brain short-circuit,
he was gorgeous. Breathtakingly handsome, really, Kurt decided, as he stared at the boy in his tight, dark
jeans, white V- neck shirt, and black leather jacket. Dark, short curls hung around his ears. His skin was
lightly tanned and he had smoldering hazel- green eyes. Eyes that were staring right at Kurt. Blushing
furiously, Kurt jerked his gaze away and stared instead at the notebook on his desk. He missed the cocky
smirk that tugged at the boy's mouth as he strutted up to Mr. Robertson and tossed a note on his desk.
Without a word, the new boy walked to the back of the room, everyone watching him and whispering
about the fight from earlier, and took the vacant seat right behind Kurt.
"Yes "Mr. Robertson said eyeing the note through his glasses, "everyone we have a new student. Blaine
Anderson. Right, let's pass out the syllabus."
With a few glances behind them, Tina grabbed the notebook again and scribbled out, Oh my god. He is so
hot.
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Mercedes practically squealed and they both dissolved into silent giggles. The boy in front of Kurt passed
him the syllabus and Kurt sorted out three for them before turning to hand it back
Only to come face to face with Blaine. And not the usual face to face these desks allowed, but literally his
face was six inches away from Kurt's. He was so close Kurt could smell his spicy, masculine scent, mixed
with peppermint and a hint of cigarette smoke; could see the four piercings in his right ear, the industrial
one in his left, and the small silver hoop looped through the edge of his left eyebrow. He gulped audibly,
hating himself and this boy for being so irresistibly attractive. Blaine smirked broadly as he took the last
syllabus from his trembling fingers, his hazel-green eyes staring at him hungrily.
"Thanks, babe."
This time Mercedes really did squeal. Tina did, too. Because, holy hell, even this guy's voice was sexy. Kurt
cleared his throat and tried to respond with a friendly "you're welcome" but he just ended up staring and
mouthing wordlessly. If he didn't know any better he would swear this guy was flirting with him.
Kurt turned back towards the front, attempting to re- focus on what Mr. Robertson was saying. It was
incredibly difficult with Mercedes and Tina giggling and writing furious notes to each other on his
notebook, eventually deciding amongst a fresh wave of giggles that Blaine's voice was "like sex". Especially
when neither of them even knew what sex was like, at least Kurt didn't think they did. He didn't want to
know if they did.
The battle for Kurt's attention was completely screwed when something heavy drop onto the bookrack
under his chair. He stiffened, but tried vainly to at least appear focused on whatever it was he was
supposed to be listening to.
And then the boot clad foot slid over to the side and started rubbing up and down his calf. Kurt gasped
loudly and jumped slightly at the unexpected touch. Several people around him turned to look, and
Mercedes and Tina both started. He couldn't stop himself from glancing down this time. A large black
leather boot was resting against the inside of his ankle and was that an ankle monitor? He knew he was
blushing furiously as he turned around and put on the best bitch- face he could muster.
"What the hell is your problem?" he hissed angrily, though his voice cracked slightly on the last word and
as soon as he saw those hazel- green eyes he blushed even harder.
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Blaine leaned forward again, lightly running his fingers over the hand Kurt was gripping the back of his
seat with. Kurt jerked it away at once, glaring hard and trying to ignore the way his stomach swooped
under the callused fingertips.
"You look tense, baby," Blaine whispered huskily. "Maybe a good fuck will loosen you up."
Kurt was definitely gaping now. Not to mention absolutely speechless at the arrogance and nerve of
this lewd, cocky, gorgeous stop it, Kurt scolded himself. What was wrong with him?
"Something you boys would like to share with the class?" Mr. Robertson's annoyed voice called from the
front.
For the first time, Kurt was glad for his presence. Teachers had never come to his aid in the past with
bullies, but at least the interruption saved him the trouble of trying to come up with a reply when he was
so shocked. Not to mention he was incredibly embarrassed that he couldn't just snap out a witty remark
like he did with everyone else. Being propositioned like this wasn't something that happened to him every
day, or ever, actually. Bullies he could handle without a second thought, but this was something entirely
new. Something that he hated for exciting him so much.
"Share?" Blaine echoed, eyes still fixed firmly on Kurt. His lips quirked again in a way that made Kurt's
heart flutter. "I'm not much for sharing, but you're more than welcome to get your voyeurism on. We'll
never say no to audience, will we, babe?"
The whole class was gaping at the pair of them. Even Mr. Robertson was speechless at that
pronouncement. The only person who moved was Kurt and he had never been more furious. He'd been
called countless names over the years, but nobody had ever been so bold as to imply that he was some
type of promiscuous wretch. Whether it the actual implications put out into the air for everyone to latch
onto and tease him about, or the gorgeous, vulgar asshole himself that was making him furious, he wasn't
sure, but he did the only thing his rage- addled brain sure could come up with.
Smack.
His hand across Blaine's cheek echoed in the deafening silence of the classroom.
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"How dare you " Kurt started. His usually pale face was flushed as he glared at Blaine, who hadn't moved
since Kurt had slapped him. "Like I would ever give you the time of day."
Blaine rotated his head slowly back towards Kurt, his cheek red and stinging. Ice- cold venom was blazing
in his eyes as he rose slowly from his seat. The look was enough to stop Kurt mid- rant. He froze as Blaine
towered over him in his seat.
"You're going to make this an interesting year, aren't you, little virgin queen?" Blaine growled, leaning
down until he was inches away again. The comment seemed to finally snap Mr. Robertson from his Blaine-
induced daze.
"Principal's office, both of you," Mr. Robertson ordered. "Now."
Those words zapped away any of Kurt's remaining anger. Any color in his cheeks drained away as he
turned his shocked gaze onto Mr. Robertson.
"But what this is his fault " Kurt exclaimed indignantly.
"Regardless of Mr. Anderson's inappropriate comments, I will not have one student slap another in my
classroom," Mr. Robertson said firmly, gesturing towards the door. "Principal's office. I will be there once
class is over."
Blaine's face morphed back into that perfectly cocky smirk again as he grabbed his bag and headed
towards the door. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob and turned back to flash Kurt a dazzling,
lustful grin. "Are you going to walk yourself or would you prefer if I carry you there bridal style?"
Next to him, Mercedes spat, "Oh hell to the no, he did not."
But Kurt shushed her as Mr. Robertson glared at him and ordered, "Principal's office, Mr. Hummel. I will
not tell you again."
Feeling numb, Kurt shoved his notebook into his own bag and stood, avoiding eye contact with his
classmates as they broke out into whispers that rung in his ears like radio static.
"I will call ahead to let them know to expect you," Mr. Robertson added, looking pointedly at Blaine.
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With a highly amused grin, Blaine saluted him and pulled the door open. With a ridiculous, yet impeccable
bow, he motioned Kurt through the doorway. Kurt schooled his face into his bitchiest look and started up
a brisk pace towards the front office with his head held high, hoping Blaine would disregard the warning
and just leave. Or stop smelling so damn good.
Because it was impossible to not inhale his scent when the other boy's face was inches away from his
own. Again. Blaine chuckled, his hot breath ghosting over Kurt's neck and making him repress a shiver.
"We make quite a good team, Hummel. I almost thought I'd have to sit through the entire class."
"We make nothing together." Kurt snapped. Then he realized how open-ended he'd left that statement and
cursed himself. Blaine had already shown himself to be of quicker wit than Azimio and Karofsky.
Blaine grinned slyly up at him, stepping in front of him and making him come to a halt. "We could make
something." His eyes darkened as he continued, his voice dropping to a rough growl. "I could think of a
very specific something I'd love to make with you."
Kurt glared down at him, relishing in the fact that he was a few inches taller than the dark- haired boy. "I
highly doubt we could do anything of the sort until you get your head out of your ass," Kurt shot back as
he side stepped Blaine and continued down the hallway. The vindictive part of him couldn't resist calling
over his shoulder, "Maybe once your head's been retrieved you'll actually be the height of a normal human
being. "
Kurt heard Blaine laugh quietly as he followed after him. Just as they entered the front office, Blaine
leaned up to whisper in his ear. With Blaine's damn breath ticking his earlobe, Kurt almost didn't register
what he said. "You virgins are always such teases until you're on your knees."
Kurt clenched his jaw, fighting down the urge to smack the boy again as the receptionist waved them
towards Principal Figgins' office.
This was not how Kurt had planned for his first day of Junior year to go.


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Chapter Two
The rhythmic clink of metal against teeth and the hum of the computer were the only sounds in Figgins'
office. Kurt grinded his teeth together (something he never, ever did) and re-crossed his legs for the
hundredth time, doing nothing to hide the full-force glare he was giving Blaine. For his part, Blaine was
slouched down in the chair next to him, any semblance of grace or poise absent. His head was resting
against the top of the back of his chair, eyes drooping closed as he flicked his damn tongue piercing against
his teeth to some mysterious beat. A huge, huffy sigh escaped past his lips before he could catch himself
and Blaine stopped long enough to laugh quietly.
And then he continued his previous rhythm and Kurt almost gave into the urge to start ripping his beloved
hair out. The sound made Kurt's teeth ache as if it was his teeth the metal was smacking again. He cursed
himself for even thinking that thought, shifting in his seat at how uncomfortable his pants were destined
to become if that noise didn't stop immediately. God, how he wished he hadn't worn skintight jeans today.
"Would you cut it out?" he demanded sharply, uncrossing his legs and leaning towards Blaine in what he
hoped was a threatening manner. Or at least extremely annoyed or offended. Anything that would get him
to stop flicking his tongue piercing around because hearing it made Kurt think about it. And thinking
about Blaine with a fucking tongue piercing was not something that he should be doing. Thinking about
Blaine wasn't something he should be doing at all.
"Cut what out, babe?" Blaine asked innocently. He looked anything but as he turned to Kurt, lips quirked
into a devilish smirk, eyes glinting in the artificial lights. It was a look Kurt couldn't name, but one he knew
he should hate himself for liking. Nobody had ever looked at him that way before; like they actually
thought he was attractive.
Then he remembered where he was, and more importantly how he'd gotten there, and he caught himself
before what he was thinking became too obvious.
"You know exactly what," Kurt snapped, folding his arms and re-crossing his legs in an attempt to hide his
growing arousal. He shifted his gaze to the painting on the far wall, intent on ignoring Blaine, which once
again became impossible as he heard Blaine's chair scrap across the hardwood.
"Oh, I know," Blaine whispered softly, his warm, smoke-laced breath tickled the hairs on the back of Kurt's
neck, "I just want to hear you say it."
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He really wished he'd picked different pants this morning. Luckily the door to the office opened at that
moment and Principal's Figgins and Mr. Robertson entered, preventing Blaine from doing anything else.
Kurt was momentarily taken by surprise at their appearance. He hadn't even heard the bell ring, but
before the door snapped shut he could hear the crowd of students slugging their way through the halls to
their second block class.
Figgins took a seat in the worn leather chair facing them, looking uncharacteristically stern. Mr.
Robertson, a packet of papers in hand, stood off to the side.
"Back again, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt was confused for a second, but then he realized Blaine had to have a last
name. He glanced over at Blainewhen had he shifted his seat back over there?and watched the mocking
smile form on his lips as Figgins continued. "This is the second time in two hours."
"I should probably slow down on that a bit," Blaine intoned cheekily, folding his arms, "Wouldn't want to
make it too obvious how irresistible I find you."
Everyone in the office visibly blanched. If Kurt didn't hate the boy so much at the moment he would have
had to stop to admire his sarcasm.
"Mr. Anderson"
Blaine held his hands up defensively, "Alright, alright. Dish out the punishment and get on with it then. I'm
already bored with you."
Kurt felt his jaw sag slightly. He'd thought that Blaine was audacious in Mr. Robertson's class, but he
hadn't dreamed he'd talk to the Principal like he was a misbehaving toddler who he had just sent to his
room.
The muscles in Figgins jaw worked furiously as he glared at Blaine, who looked completely unfazed.
"Mr. Robertson had already worked out a punishment for you boys, but obviously I will need to add onto
yours, Mr. Anderson." Figgins turned as Mr. Robertson stepped forward.
"You will both serve a week of detention with me starting tomorrow." his dark eyes flashed to Kurt, who
had opened his mouth to protest but then thought better of it, "Since you were both absence from the
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remainder of class you missed partner assignments for the novel analysis. Therefore I have partnered you
together"
"What?" Kurt squawked, eyes widening. A week of detention was going to be bad enough. Now he had to
do a project with this asshole?
"It's all explained in the assignment packet," he held out the packets as he spoke and Kurt snatched it out
of his hand, "You would have known this if you hadn't been disruptive."
But Kurt wasn't listening. He was scanning the outline on the first page
For every novel we will be reading, you and your assigned partner will be designated a portion of the text to
critically analyze and present to the class during discussion
"Wait," Kurt said faintly, his heart sinking, "You mean I'm stuck with him all year?"
"I do not change partners unless given very good reason, Mr. Hummel," Mr. Robertson said sharply,
"Unless it becomes incredibly obvious that you two are not both pulling your weight in the assignments
then I see no reason to change this arrangement."
Figgins cleared his throat and added, "Given Mr. Anderson's glowing academic reputation from Dalton I
see no reason for you to be concerned, Mr. Hummel. Learn to work past your differences and these
problems you two seem to be having."
Glowing academic reputation? Kurt wondered in disbelief, glancing at Blaine, who still looked unfazed at
the conversation around them. In fact, he'd gone right back to clicking his tongue piercing, ignoring the
assignment sheet in his lap.
"Mr. Anderson you will serve an extra week of detention for you insolence," Figgins continued, as Mr.
Robertson left the office with a small farewell, "I will write you both notes to excuse your tardiness to
second block. What classes should you be in?"
"French IV with Madame Bellemont," Kurt muttered, carefully tucking the packet into his bag.
"AP Calc." Blaine added, unceremoniously stuffing his own paper into his ratty bag.
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Figgins handed Kurt a short note, and looked at Blaine, "AB with Ms. Gates?"
"BC with Jenkins." Blaine corrected, throwing Kurt a roguish wink.
Lips twisted in a snarl, Kurt stalked out of the office and headed upstairs, trying to ignore how flushed his
face was and hoping Blaine hadn't seen it before he'd left. No, he thought, this year isn't going to go well at
all.
Kurt spent what was left of his French class insulting Azimio in a dozen different ways. Even after three
years in the same French class as the jock he still didn't understand exactly how Azimio had managed to
pass the first section of the subject. Still, after an hour of dishing out rapid-fire French and saying things to
one of his chief tormentors that he would never dare say in English, he felt slightly better about the
morning he'd had so far.
A quick stop by his locker to drop off his books led him back downstairs to his Home Economics class. He
was one of the last to enter, but thrilled to see some familiar faces present. Brittany and Tina had snatched
a table in the front and Mercedes had saved him a spot in the back row that he gladly sunk into.
"Boy, you have a lot of explaining to do," Mercedes said at once.
Tina appeared at his shoulder, "I cannot believe you slapped him!"
"He deserved it." Kurt retorted, anger flaring up at once as Brittany joined them, "He's a vile prick who
needs a hair transplant."
"I tried to give my brother's Legomen hair transplants once with my leg hairs." Brittany whispered to
Tina, who just looked confused.
Okay, maybe he was lying about that last part. He loved curly hair and Blaine's was curly to the point of
being completely unruly. Thick, dark curls that he just wanted to run his hands through and...the girls
were looking at him expectantly and he realized he had no idea what they'd asked him.
"Sorry, what?"
"What happened in Figgins office?" Tina reiterated, exchanging a furtive glance with Mercedes.
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The look didn't escape Kurt's notice. He eyed the pair warily, "What's that look for?"
"What look?" Mercedes said, plastering on an insanely bright smile and pretending whatever that look
was, hadn't happened, "How much trouble did you get into?"
"Week of detention with Mr. Robertson." he paused as the girl's looked aghast, "With him."
Tina covered her mouth as she started coughing but he could see the huge grin behind her hand.
Mercedes, however, did nothing to hide hers.
"What?" he finally snapped when neither of them seemed to want to explain just what the hell was so
great about this news.
The bell rang as he glared at the pair of them. Mrs. Olsen appeared at the front as Tina and Brittany
wandered back to their table.
"What are you two going on about?" Kurt hissed at Mercedes as roll call started.
"Oh come on, boo. You can't be that oblivious."
Kurt stared at her blankly, and when he didn't reply she rolled her eyes and whispered back, "He's totally
into you."
"He's an asshole." Kurt shot back, a bit louder than he'd meant to. The girls in front of them glanced back
curiously as Mercedes cut him off.
"He's hot and gay, Kurt. Or bisexual or something." Mercedes waved her hand around in exasperation,
"The point is, how many more gay guys do you think you're going to meet in high school?"
"So I should just throw myself at him because he's gay?" Kurt said somewhere between disbelief and
anger, "He's not even my type"
"Oh, please. I saw the way you were looking at him, boy. And since I don't stand a chance, you should take
one during your detentions."
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"No. Just no. He's already been enough trouble for me. I don't care if he's gorgeous, he's the absolute last
thing I need in my life."
He glared furiously at her and turned back towards the front. Privately, he knew Mercedes was at least
partly right. Someone would undoubtedly be trying to make a move during their detentions, and Kurt
honestly didn't know if he was looking forward to it or not.
They didn't take about Blaine at all while they were baking, nor during their lunch break and the half an
hour of class after. Kurt was grateful for it, and even more grateful that Blaine didn't seem to have lunch or
any of his other classes today. He only hoped the same would happen tomorrow. He left Mercedes, Tina
and Brittany at the stairwell for his last class up on the second floor.
The moment he walked through the doorway to the chemistry lab he almost turned around and skipped
the stupid class because there was Blaine. His boot-clad feet were propped up on the table in front of him
and a giant pair of headphones were sealed over his ears. Kurt could hear the buzz of the music from
across the room and silently took the seat farthest away from the delinquent. He had the sudden feeling
that Blaine was going to be in all of his AP classes. Figgins comment about the "glowing academic
reputation" rung in his ears as he pulled out his supplies, ignoring the sound of Blaine's fingers drumming
on the table.
A glint of metal on Blaine's ankle caught his eye as more students began filing in. The ankle monitor. He'd
forgotten about it in all the drama of the morning. Now that he remembered he couldn't help but wonder
just what Blaine had done to get it slapped on. But his eyes had lingered too long. Blaine's feet dropped off
the table as he turned to Kurt, pulling off his headphones.
"See something you like, Hummel?"
He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, but he wasn't going to let Blaine keep getting the better of him.
Several of their classmates had turned to watch. Judging by the whispers, Kurt knew the incident from
English class had already spread like wild fire.
"Just admiring your gaudy jewelry, Anderson." Kurt snapped, glaring at every one of those pearly white
teeth, "It's reassuring to see someone's keeping you on a short leash."
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The smile on Blaine's face had to be frozen. It didn't widen or shrink or flicker in any way. It was
unnerving to Kurt. Everything about Blaine was unnerving. He managed to get under Kurt's skin in a way
nobody else had ever done.
Mrs. Mentore entered with the bell, and only when she called for everyone's attention did Blaine finally
look away, his smile still lingering on his handsome face. A thrill that Kurt had been trying to suppress
shot down his spine and he squirmed in his plastic seat. Why couldn't it have been someone anyone else
that had decided to be the asshole to pursue him with those damn lustful eyes? He could have denied them
easily with a witty remark and a snarky look but for some reason he couldn't fathom he couldn't do that
with Blaine. It was starting to piss him off more than the actual boy was.
There was a call to partner up for a lab and fortunately the girl next to him agreed to work with him. It
was only when everyone had shuffled off to the lab stations that Kurt realized there was an odd number,
and more importantly that Blaine was the odd man out. He hadn't budged from his seat and Mrs. Mentore
noticed as she headed towards the back where the stations were set up.
"Oh, we seem to have an odd number, guys! Who wants to be a trio?"
Nobody spoke. It was like the silence that had followed his slap this morning, only for some reason it made
him feel a lot worse. Blaine rose from his desk and everyone shrunk back in obvious alarm, clearly
expecting some form of aggression for the snub. The reaction would have made Kurt flinch at the very
least, but Blaine's expression was impassive.
"I prefer to work alone actually." Blaine intoned lightly, snatching a lab sheet from her shocked hands and
settling in at the only empty lab station.
"Are you su" she stopped at the dark look he shot her, looking as flustered as Kurt usually felt under his
gaze, "Right. Um...class! Welcome to AP Chemistry II! I had most of you for the first section of Chemistry so
you know the drill for labs. Wear your goggles for this one and answer the questions in your lab
notebooks. Here are the directions..."
As she went up and down to each group handing out the sheets Kurt saw that Blaine was already way
ahead of the rest of them and not wearing the protective goggles like they'd been told. Mrs. Mentore
seemed hesitant to approach him again and instead called, "Everyone make sure your goggles are on!"
before making her rounds to help them with the lab. Blaine ignored her.
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Kurt knew he should be focused on his own lab, but he couldn't help but watch the delinquent. Blaine was
flying through this like he'd done it a million times before. At least the glowing academic reputation made
sense to him now even if the obnoxious attitude didn't. After half an hour of progress Kurt was glad to see
that they were half way through the lab and ahead of everyone else. Except Blaine who was finished and
pulling a cigarette out of his back pocket. With a swift movement he stuck the tip into the still lit Bunsen
burner and brought it to his lips
"Mr. Anderson! Put that out at once!"
The entire class spun around to watch as Mrs. Mentore snatched the smoking cigarette from his hands and
put it out in the sink.
"There is no smoking on school grounds and especially not inside a classroom! Principal's office, right
now!"
With a roll of his eyes and an accompanying sigh, Blaine shouldered his bag, thrust his finished lab report
at her and walked out. Somehow, Kurt seriously doubted Blaine would actually end up where he had been
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Chapter Three
Kurt made a beeline for his locker the following morning. After the hell Santana and Puck had given him in
Glee Club yesterday he was avoiding them at all costs. It wasn't his fault that Blaine was gay and therefore
pursued him instead of Santana. And what did he care if the slapping incident had escalated Blaine above
Puck's badass status? That was the absolute least of his concerns. No, the biggest of his concerns was the
dark head of curls that had stalked him around in his dreams last night. There was nothing remotely good
that would come from a continuation of that, but he had no sure way of avoiding the prick either.
He slunk over to the next hallway to meet Mercedes and Tina at their lockers. He'd lucked out this year
and gotten one next to nobody he knew (and hopefully not Blaine he added silently). He'd barely turned
the corner when he was shoved face first into the lockers lining the wall. It was only very quick reflexes
that saved him from a bloody nose. His arm and shoulder took most of the impact but his cheek still
caught on one of the locker's air vents. Part of him expected his tormentor to be Blaine, who had realized
he wasn't going to get what he wanted and had decided on a new tack: aggression. But as he turned
around he spotted two hulking lettermen jackets high five each other as they continued down the hallway.
With an irritated sigh he readjusted the shoulder strap on his bag and dug into one of the smaller pockets
for some tissues to wipe his cut. His search was ended abruptly when a callused thumb swept across his
cheek, pressing lightly into the cut and taking the blood off. On instinct he slapped the hand away and took
a defensive step back to center his balance, prepared for anything.
A cocky smirk and brilliant hazel-green eyes stared back at him. Blaine eyed the streak of blood on his
thumb and said offhandedly, "You should really learn to control that hand. You'll land yourself in more
detention."
Kurt's eyes narrowed as the shorter boy leaned against the lockers in front of him. Over his leather clad
shoulder, Kurt could see Tina and Mercedes pulling books out of their lockers, but Blaine was effectively
blocking his route.
"I'm surprised they let you back in today. Aren't you a fire hazard?" Kurt asked snidely. Blaine was still
eyeing the pad of his thumb and didn't comment. He was just calculating the easier way to dodge around
Blaine to get to his friends when Blaine did something that made his mental processes implode. He sucked
his thumb into his mouth, slowly pulling it out as his tongue twisted around it, licking the coppery liquid
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off his skin. It was a slow, deliberate movement on Blaine's part. The small part of Kurt's brain that hadn't
completely shut down realized it immediately as those smoldering hazel-green eyes locked onto his.
He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and way too much heat migrating south. His mouth was
suddenly very dry and he couldn't summon the will to move away as Blaine inched forward, eyes raking
over his body. Kurt held his ground, his wit taking charge before he could really gain control of himself.
"Please tell me you aren't going to start sparkling." Kurt deadpanned, causing Blaine to stop a good foot
away from him.
The smile from yesterday afternoon had returned. Kurt felt the heat rising up his neck, which he was
almost thankful for. At least it meant it wasn't flooding south anymore.
"Rest assured, Hummel. My tastes in literature are quite fantastic." The smile widened as he leaned against
the lockers again, his arms folded across his chest, today covered by a tight army green shirt.
The fashionista part of Kurt recognized it as an excellent color choice: it made the green in his eyes stand
out a mile off. For the same reason his rational side hated it. The pants on the other hand...
"Whereas your taste in fashion likes to recycle itself." Kurt eyed the same tight, dark jeans from yesterday
with a look of deep disdain. He regretted it almost instantly because he couldn't stop staring at how the
dark material hugged his thighs or the way it stretched over his
Kurt gulped, his face heating up as he looked away. He didn't dare look at Blaine's face. Not that he was
given much of a choice a moment later. With a swift lunge Blaine was on him like a tiger, one arm blocking
his escape route towards Tina and Mercedes, the other ghosting over the sleeve of his sweater. Kurt
hugged his books to his chest tightly, sucking in a lungful of air as Blaine pressed closer, his chest inches
away from Kurt's. He wasn't actually touching him but his entire body was tingling somewhere between
fear and excitement.
"I think my tastes in other areas more than make up for that, Kurt."
It was the first time Blaine had used his first name. He shuddered at the way it fell off his lips; at the sharp
inflection on the "T" and the way Blaine's voice deepened slightly. Kurt's eyes flickered up from the fingers
tracing over his sleeve and he looked into those damn eyes. Blaine's face drifted closer until his eyes filled
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Kurt's entire line of vision. He didn't know where he was or what he was doing. He couldn't remember
much of anything. He wasn't even sure if he liked where this was headed. All he knew was that he didn't
want this to stop. There was barely a whisper off space between their lips when Blaine stopped.
Peppermint and cigarettes swirled together as Kurt's chest heaved air into his lungs, anticipation flooding
his veins. Long, dark lashes fluttered closed for a moment and Kurt shuddered again.
"You're not the only one who can tease." The words were whispered against his lips, the hot breath
brushing over his lips and making him bite back a gasp. And then the heat that had encircled his entire
body was gone. Blaine's hand was still resting against the locker next to his head, but the almost-contact
had disappeared. He felt numb as Blaine mumbled a husky, "See you in class, babe." and strutted off.
"Damn, boy. Just damn."
Mercedes and Tina had finally noticed his presence in the hall and made their way over. Kurt still couldn't
form a complete thought. His eyes were glazed over as he stared at the spot where Blaine had been.
"You seriously need to tap that." Santana had appeared too. Kurt groaned. The last thing he wanted right
now was an earful of why Blaine should want her and not him.
"I bet he'd love to hear you make that noise again," Santana persisted. She looked thoughtful for a moment
and then added in her sly, conniving tone, "Actually, I bet he'd love to make you scream for him.
You've totally got screaming bottom tattooed on your forehead."
He chose to ignore her for the sake of his own sanity. "Heading to class now."
"Get busy, Hummel!" Santana's voice echoed after him, "Before I gets up on dat ass."
He was blushing furiously when he half-ran into Mr. Robertson's room, Mercedes and Tina arriving not
long after. Blaine was already reclined in his desk at the back, smirking broadly as they approached. God,
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Chapter Four
Kurt's day was once again not going as planned. There'd been no impromptu trips to the principal's office
at least not yet. He'd had a number of moments where he'd almost slapped Blaine again. It'd been hard not
to really. After being given his detention schedule with Mr. Robertson, which meant not only missing Glee
Club but having to explain to his dad why he would be late to Friday Night Dinner, Blaine had
been everywhere.
First, he was blowing on the back of Kurt's neck all throughout English. It was so distracting Kurt didn't
remember anything from that hour except walking in and sitting down. A quick trip to the bathroom
between classes had brought him face to face with Blaine, who'd asked if he needed any assistance. He'd
been at his locker between every class as well with his locker already opened. Mr. Ferguson, the cranky
old history teacher, insisted on alphabetical seating arrangements which landed them in two front row
desks next to each other. A certain booted foot took every opportunity to shuffle over and tangle itself
around Kurt's ankle. When the bell rang to signal the change to fifth block Kurt had hoped to get rid of
him. No such luck. Blaine had pressed their sides together as they walked to AP Environmental Science,
his wandering hands doing their damnedest to slip into the back pocket of Kurt's jeans.
Kurt was a ridiculous mixture of annoyed, starving, and horny by the time lunch arrived. He'd spent the
better part of Environmental Science half-hard because Blaine had been sucking on his pen in an
incredibly suggestive manner from across the room. As soon as the bell sounded he took off, darting away
from Blaine in the madness of the hallway crowd and grabbing his lunch, a small salad, quickly before
getting a table around in the corner where he'd hopefully go unnoticed. The only person he knew, once
again, was Blaine. And he did not want to be stuck with that arrogant, lewd, sexy asshole for an entire half
an hour.
"Trying to make the chase more difficult, baby?"
His forkful of greens paused on its way to his mouth, his lips pursing in aggravation. A plastic tray
clattered onto the tabletop next to his own as a warm body pressed into his side on the bench.
"What do you want, Blaine?" he demanded, swatting away the muscular arm that was attempting to wrap
around his waist.
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Blaine only chuckled in response, slinging his tattered bag onto the table and taking a bite of greasy pizza.
Blaine's backpack looked like it had been through a shredder. It was patched and frayed and held together
with what looked like several pounds of hot pink duct tape. Kurt couldn't understand how it didn't
disintegrate at the slightest touch, or why Blaine kept the ratty thing. Disgusted, Kurt crinkled his nose
and slide down the bench towards the wall.
He made a noise of irritation when Blaine followed, sliding down so that he was trapped between the wall
and his body. Kurt glared at him, and then flinched away when Blaine's hand pressed into his thigh. He
jolted up out of his seat and Blaine chuckled again, eyeing him with curiosity, "You really don't like being
touched, do you?"
"You have no concept of personal space." Kurt shot back, making a grab for his bag and almost head
butting Blaine, who snatched it up and tucked it between his feet.
He nearly stamped his foot in frustration. His hands curled into fists and it was taking all of his willpower
to not slap Blaine again as he commanded, "Give me my bag, Anderson."
"Just sit down and eat, babe." The tone was gentle; the gentlest he'd ever heard from Blaine. He was so
surprised he just gapped at the other boy. He expected the hazel-green eyes to be boring into him, pupils
blow with lust, but they weren't. They were narrowed and focused on a table not far from their own. Kurt
looked too. Several of the jocks on the football were watching them closely as though waiting for him to
make a dramatic exit. Among them he saw Azimio and Karofsky, whose face was littered with several dark
bruises, evidence of his fight with Blaine the previous day. Their glares were trained on him, or maybe
Blaine. He couldn't be sure, but he didn't like it.
Slowly, he dropped onto the bench across from Blaine, who had gone back to eating his pizza in silence. He
felt something brush against his leg and glanced down expecting the now familiar boot clad foot. He was
once again surprisedhis backpack was now at his feet. A quick glance at the jocks showed they had
turned back to their own meals in disappointment. What was going on? Kurt wondered in amazement,
pulling his tray over to his new spot. Was Blaine trying to protect him? That didn't make any sense at all.
"I don't need your protection if that's what you're thinking," he said icily, leaning forward and glaring at
Blaine again.
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"Why would I ever think that, babe?" Blaine retorted, not even glancing up from his food, "The hard-on
you had all morning is more than enough proof for me that you're a big boy. You can handle yourself just
fine, I'm sure."
The suggestive tone had returned and with it came Kurt's annoyance. It was really starting to get old, even
if it still make him blush to the roots of his hair.
"Justgodjustshut up." Kurt fumbled over his words angrily, digging in his bag for his latest copy of
Vogue. He flipped to the page he had dog-eared and promptly ignored Blaine's presence in favor of an
article about Patti LuPone's upcoming book.
"Supposed to be an interesting read, I've heard."
Kurt rolled his eyes and didn't bother looking up. "Oh please. Like you even know who Patti LuPone is."
"Of course I do. Same way I know that outfit is Alexander McQueen."
Kurt's head shot up of its own accord. He could not believe what he had just heard. It was Blaine's turn to
roll his eyes and look annoyed.
"Well, I am gay, Hummel. Did you expect me to not be any part of that stereotype?"
The bell signaling the end of their lunch period echoed down the halls. Blaine stood up quickly, stuffing his
uneaten apple into his jacket pocket and slinging the remains of a once decent backpack over his shoulder.
"I'll see you in detention, babe." Blaine gave him a flirtatious wink and a cocky half-smirk before heading
out into the flock of students crowding the hallway, leaving Kurt far more curious now than he'd ever
wanted to be.

For being the shortest part of his day, his unwanted lunch with Blaine had given him a lot to think about
during his final class, Pre Calculus. Mrs. Krauss, who he'd had the previous year, was a nice, middle-aged
woman who adored him. It made replaying the last half an hour in his head a thousand times easier
because she already knew he was a good kid and focused on rooting out troublemakers elsewhere.
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Had Blaine been trying to protect him?
Or was he using Kurt as a shield?
Neither option made any sense to Kurt. Even his friends rarely stuck up for him or tried to stop Azimio
and Karofsky. In fact, the only time they'd ever really come to his aid was when they'd had that Glee lesson
on theatricality at the end of last year. There was no reason for Blaine to do it if his own friends didn't. And
as for him being a shield for Blaine, the thought was ridiculous. The bruises on Karofsky's face were more
than enough evidence of that.
But what really confused him was the Alexander McQueen comment. The fact that Blaine had known his
outfit's designer and might even know about Patti LuPone bugged him a lot more than the jock issue. He
knew it should be the other way around but Blaine hadn't shown any indication of having any of his
interests. The only interests of his that Kurt was even aware of was cigarettes, trouble, and himself. He
didn't like those options either.
He started in his seat as the afternoon announcements chimed in. The dismissal bell followed and he
shuffled out with the rest of his class, stopping by his locker to grab the books he needed for his
homework and then trekking to Mr. Robertson's classroom for his detention. He was still dreading it, but
he couldn't help but hope he might get some answers to the questions he now had. Mr. Robertson was
seated at his desk, pouring over papers when he knocked.
"Ah, Mr. Hummel. Grab a seat up front." Mr. Robertson put down his pen and pulled open one of his desk
drawers. He pulled out a worn paperback book and handed it to Kurt. "Here, you missed these being
handed out yesterday."
Kurt glanced down at the cover. The Count of Monte Cristo. This must be the first novel for the semester.
He was disappointed that it wasn't something he'd already read. He dropped his bag next to the seat by
the wall, eyeing the vocabulary list written on the chalkboard next to him.
"I suggest you spend the next few hours reading what has been assigned for tomorrow." Mr. Robertson
had settled back into his desk chair. With a glance at his wristwatch he added, whether out loud to himself
or to Kurt was anyone's guess, "Why do I get the feeling that Mr. Anderson will not be joining us?"
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Kurt looked at the clock on the far wall. Their detention was set to start at half past two. It was a quarter
until three. He hated that he wasn't relieved at the thought that Blaine was skipping. He wanted answers.
And when Kurt Hummel wanted something he did everything in his power to get it. After another five
minutes of watching the door and the clock, he decided to take Mr. Robertson's advice and settled in to
read until five o'clock.
Loud footsteps he connected with the heavy boots that spent more time rubbing against his calves than
walking echoed in from the hallway. Blaine appeared around the doorway, jacket slung over his shoulder
and a few books carried at his side. Somewhere in the region of his throat, Kurt's heart twanged like a
rubber band. Blaine's dark curls were soaked with what Kurt could only assume was water. The beads
were slowly dripping down onto his shirt leaving dark spots in the green fabric. He dropped into the desk
next to Kurt with a crooked smile and Kurt suddenly had an eyeful of the toned muscles of Blaine's left
arm. He sucked in a sharp breath and looked back at his book.
"How kind of you to join us, Mr. Anderson." Mr. Robertson was bearing down on them, and he was
suddenly much less kind than he had been with Kurt. He thrust Blaine a copy of the assigned book and
said in clipped tones, "You'll stay an extra half an hour to make up for your tardiness."
Blaine just grinned mockingly at him and gave a cheekily little salute. The next hour passed in silence.
Even though Kurt had his face buried in his book his eyes kept drifting to Blaine. Every time he'd seen him
today he ended up with more questions. Blaine, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice his inattention.
Much to Kurt's surprise his eyes were glued to the textbook on his desk, pencil tapping furiously against
the pages while his tongue piercing clicked in time against his teeth. It was a good thing he was already
unfocused because the fast-paced beat would have made it impossible.
He really needed to stop staring and read. But the more Kurt looked the harder it was to turn away.
Fantasies were chasing each other around in his head, getting progressively more provocative and
salacious. Soft, pink lips traced a wet path up the column of his neck. Rough, callused hands were gripping his
hips hard enough to bruise as their bodies rutted against each other. Teeth were scraping and nipping,
moving up to bite roughly on his earlobe. A warm tongue flicked out to sooth the bitten skin... His own teeth
pierced his lip as he fought down a broken moan. He shifted around in his chair, discreetly trying to
rearrange himself in his pants.
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The movement caught Blaine's eye. Suddenly very aware of himself, he sat up ramrod straight trying to
look as dignified as possible when his cock was throbbing painfully in his tight jeans. Thank god he'd worn
a knee-length sweater todayat least it covered up the straining bulge.
He risked a glance at Blaine and felt his breath stutter in his chest. As inexperienced in sex as he may be he
wasn't completely obtuse. Those dam hazel-green eyes were darker than he'd ever seen them. His skin
prickled as if it was blistering under Blaine's hot gaze, another shot of arousal curled in his stomach.
Blaine was giving him bedroom eyes.
Fuck.
He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and glared hard at his book willing it to transport him to the
safety of his bedroom where he could finish his fantasizing without an audience. Another painful throb
made him shift in discomfort. God, he hated that boy.
His brain was becoming so fuzzy he barely heard the scrap of a desk chair as Mr. Robertson stood up and
stretched. Some coherent part of his brain registered his teacher saying he was heading out for a quick
bathroom break and that they had both better be in same spot when he returned.
Clearly, Blaine hadn't heard the last part. As soon as he was out the door, Blaine was out of his desk,
and oh god, there was no mistaking the bulge now at his eye level. And then he was yanked out of his seat,
strong hands grabbing fistfuls of his sweater and pressing him backwards against the chalkboard. He
almost squawked out a protest about ruining his brand-new Alexander McQueen but then Blaine's hard
body was sealed against his own, crushing him against the chalkboard. A hot, needy mouth found his and
this time he did nothing to stop the broken moan that came rushing out of him.
Blaine took the opportunity, thrusting his tongue between Kurt's parted lips and forcing Kurt's legs apart
with his knee. Kurt's head was spinning. The chalk tray was digging sharply into his ass but god, he didn't
care. There were teeth and tongues and hot breath everywherenothing of the sweet innocence he'd
imagined in his first real kiss. Strong hands were tracing the sides of his body finally settling on his ass as
their tongues dueled for dominance. His hips jerked forward on impulse when Blaine drew his bottom lip
between his teeth, biting down harder than was probably necessary. Blaine groaned throatily in response
and sucked harder on his lip. The vibrations sent shockwaves of heat straight to his cock and his hips
jerked wildly again. But this time Blaine's hips surged forward, thrusting down hard against Kurt.
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He felt like he was shattering into a million pieces. He couldn't believe anything that was happening as he
torn his lips away from Blaine's and sucked down a gallon of air. But Blaine didn't stop. His hungry mouth
attached itself to Kurt's jaw and neck, his teeth scraping against the alabaster skin. He was relieved when
he was easily hoisted up and pressed more firmly against the chalkboard, his legs wrapping tightly around
Blaine's waist. The ache from the chalk tray digging into his ass was eased and he no longer had to worry
about his legs collapsing beneath him.
Blaine's mouth sought out his again, his hips rolling slowing against Kurt's as he held him up against the
wall. The fact that he was strong enough to support all of Kurt's weight just turned him on even more.
Quick, panting breaths seared over his lips as Blaine pulled away just enough to whisper against his
mouth, "Fuck, I want you so much."
Kurt whimpered and did the only think that made any sense in his hormone-addled brain. His hand
tangled into the dark curls at the base of Blaine's neck and yanked his mouth forward, crushing it against
his own. Blaine hummed against his lips, increasing the tempo of his hips, and digging his fingers into the
skin stretched over Kurt's hipbones.
If they kept this up he knew he'd have bruises in the morning, and his favorite pair of jeans would be
absolutely ruined. He still couldn't find the willpower to care. His hand traced down the defined muscles
off Blaine's broad back, down to the dip of his spine where his fingers pressed into warm, slightly damp
flesh. A deep moan vibrated against his lips as his fingertips dipped under the waistband of Blaine's jeans
Something outside in the hallway shattered. With a gasp, Kurt torn his lips away from Blaine, his feet
falling back to the tile floor as he shoved the other boy off of him. It was like somebody had flipped a
switch to his memory. Blaine. The boy who'd landed him in detention and been borderline sexually
harassing him since the moment they'd met. And he, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, had just spent the better
part of the last fifteen minutes having clothed sex against a chalkboard with the same boy. No. Just no. How
could he let that happen? Why the hell did it have to feel so unbelievably good?
Mr. Robertson appeared in the doorway, his hands full of the shattered remains of what had been a
ceramic coffee mug. His shirt and tie we're splattered a rusty brown and he was cursing under his breath.
Kurt slide back into his seat unnoticed, ignoring Blaine, who was still standing in the same spot, breathing
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"Ah, Mr. Hummel. You are" Mr. Robertson dug through his desk drawer for a small pile of napkins and
proceeded to started patting down the coffee stains, "free to go. Mr. Anderson return to your seat. Now."
Kurt unceremoniously stuffed the paperback novel he'd made no progress on into his bag and darted from
the room. Once he was in the empty corridor he broke out into a ran or as much of a ran as he could
manage when he was still half-hard in his jeans.
There was no way, absolutely no way, that what he had just done with Blaine Anderson could ever happen
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Chapter Five
Kurt couldn't look at a chalkboard without blushing the next morning.
He'd never had more trouble trying to follow a lesson than he did in English. Because the chalkboard
where it had happened was right there judging him for the numerous sinful things they'd done against it
yesterday. The whole room was just an enormous reminder of how stupid he'd been. Mercedes and Tina
kept nudging him and passing him notes asking if he was all right but he just shrugged them off. There was
no way he could tell them about that. They'd only encourage him to let it happen again. Or worsethey'd
demand he push the already shattered boundaries farther.
Behind him Blaine was uncharacteristically quiet and well, not annoying. He hadn't made a move towards
Kurt at all or even searched him out before class. It put Kurt more on edge than when he wouldn't leave
him alone.
As Mr. Robertson droned on about what they had read for today's class, Kurt's eyes again drifted to the
chalkboard. Heat flared up his neck and crept across his cheeks like hot lava. He still couldn't wrap his
mind around what had happened. His first kiss. His first real kiss. And it had been with a complete swine,
who had only two talents: a knack for trouble and an incredible tongue. He couldn't believe any of this had
happened. If he spend the rest of his life kicking himself in the balls for it he wouldn't be surprised. Never
had he imagined that he would cave to Blaine Anderson so easily. Or ever for that matter.
Even if Blaine's lips were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. And the metal bead of his tongue ring
had felt amazing sliding roughly against his own...
He smacked his hand resting on the desktop to stop his thoughts from spiraling. It was this exact train of
thought that had gotten him into this mess.
The people around him were staring at him. Oops.
God, he was losing his mind.
At the bell he scooped up his things and left before Tina or Mercedes could start questioning him about
how weird he had been acting. He knew them well enough to know they'd try to follow him though. So he
went into the one place they wouldn't dare followthe boys' bathroom.
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It really was a last resort for him. The last time he'd been in a boys' bathroom, besides the one in the
locker rooms, had been at the beginning of the previous year when Puck had tried to give him a swirly.
Needless to say he'd been far from eager to return. He slipped inside quickly, keep his eyes downcast and
praying that he was alone. A fast scan of the gap under the stall doors and the urinals made him breathe a
little easier. He was alone. For now at least.
Kurt dropped his bag under the closest sink and turned the faucet on full blast. He caught a glimpse of
himself in the mirror and winced. Even with the extra twenty minutes of skin care this morning the cut on
his cheek was impossible to miss against his pale skin. Cursing under his breath he pulled a small bottle of
facial cream from his back pocket, set it on the edge of the sink and bent down to splash his face
He gasped loudly, swallowing a mouthful of water.
As quick as lightning a pair of hands had grabbed his hips, fingers squeezing tightlypossessively into his
flesh, and a warm, hard body had pressed him forward into the sink. He gripped the rim of the sink hard
as he straightened back up, rapidly blinking the water out of his eyes as he tried to see who the hell had
cornered him.
In the back of his head he already knew the answer. Blaine. It thrilled and terrified him to no end. Every
inch of him was already tingling with want. Then he remembered his promise to himselfhe would not let
this happen again. He made a move to twist away from Blaine but he was suddenly prevented by a strong
arm curling around his waist. The other hand remained on his hip, rubbing slow circles into the fabric of
his jeans.
"Relax, baby." Blaine's lips lightly skimmed over the curve where his neck and shoulder met. Kurt's breath
caught in his throat. He could feel the prickly stubble on Blaine's chin as his lips traced over his neck.
"Nobody's going to bother us. I locked the door."
Oh Jesus Fuck.
The arm around his waist tightened possessively as Blaine's lips firmly attached themselves to his neck,
nipping and sucking hard. A shuddering breath fell from Kurt's lips and his head dropped back onto
Blaine's shoulder before he could stop it. God, the things this boy made him feel.
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He moaned softly as Blaine shifted behind him until they were flush together, the other boy's hard cock
pressed firmly against his ass. The contact made him whimper, with longing or disbelief, he didn't know.
Blaine was hard already. Hard for him. The thought still didn't completely register in his head. And god, if
he didn't feel big as he pushed against him again. He felt more than heard Blaine groan as he ground back
against his hard-on, the rumble deep in Blaine's chest vibrating across his back.
Smooth lips were still firmly glued to his neck, lips parted and tongue lapping gently against the swollen
skin, leaving no doubt that there would be a mark in their place later. Deft fingers were yanking at the hem
of his shirt, desperately pulling it from the waistband of his pants as he clutched onto the sink to stop
himself from collapsing to the floor. As soon as his shirt was loose Blaine's callused hands were rubbing
every part of his stomach he could reach. Kurt gasped sharply at the sudden and entirely new contact. His
right hand shot up, gripping hard onto the curls on the back of Blaine's head.
His eyes drifted shut as he tangled his fingers into the soft curls. Blaine's rough hands traced over the
toned muscles of his stomach heading higher to his chest as he grinded against him. He'd never been
touched in such a way before. He'd never had anybody make him feel so incredible before. How had he
ever gone without this? How the hell was he supposed to have a defense against something he wanted so
desperately?
It would be so easy to just let goto let Blaine completely ravage him senseless. Blaine's hips bucked
against him again, pushing his own hard-on against the porcelain sink.
"Stop."
From a great distance he heard his own voice tremble out the word again, but he really didn't expect it to
be obeyed. Suddenly, the fingers that had been tangled into Blaine's hair was grasping at air. Cold air
brushed over the skin on the back of his neck. The water in the sink was still running full blast, some of it
rebounding against his exposed navel.
He shivered, glancing into the mirror. His face was flushed a rosy pink, his hair slightly tousled. The skin
where Blaine's mouth had been attached was discolored and turning a dull red. behind his own reflection
stood Blaine, still extremely close to him but no longer touched. Kurt turned the water off and stepped
away from him, making sure to put several feet of distance there.
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"I don't want you touching me anymore. This stops now." Kurt said in his most authoritative tone. He was
still surprised that Blaine had stopped at his commandhe'd half expected he'd have to physically fight
him off.
Blaine's expression was unfathomable. He blinked slowly and something dark flickered in his eyes. Kurt
shivered. He was making the right decision, he told himself as he grabbed his bag and left. There were so
many things he didn't know about Blaine and so many reasons for him to want nothing to do with the
delinquent.
So why did it hurt him so much to say that?

His friends were on his case the moment he stepped into Mrs. Olsen's classroom for fourth block. To make
matters worse, Brittany kept playing with the scarf he had grabbed from his locker to hide his hickey. The
snappy demands for her to stop may have slipped over Mercedes and Tina's heads but when they finally
settled down together at lunch, Santana joined them. Needless to say, she caught on to his scarf's real
purpose fairly quick.
"I see you took my advice, Hummel."
Kurt choked on his mouthful of chicken.
"W-What?" he gasped, trying his best to sound innocent. If there was anybody he wouldn't be able to foul
it was Santana.
"Don't play stupid," Santana said snidely, "You've been getting your wank on with that hot delinquent."
She looked thoughtful as Mercedes and Tina looked completely baffled. "Such a shame. I really wanted a
piece of that..."
"Seriously?" Mercedes said in disbelief, "Are you sure they didn't use part of your brain when they did
your boob job? Kurt won't let that guy near him, right?"
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"Kurt?"
Santana reached across the table and snatched the scarf from around his neck. He made a dive for it, but it
was too late. His hickey was in plain view from the girls. He heard Tina gasp in amazement on the other
side of Mercedes.
"Oh my god, Kurt! Tell us! Tell us everything!"
The girls, minus Santana, were squealing in delight. Mercedes had even grabbed his arm and was
bouncing them both up and down in her excitement.
Kurt buried his face in his hands as they continued to pester him. He knew it was no use. He'd have to tell
them something.
"Boy, give us all the details." Mercedes said with an enormous grin, "All the dirty details."
Kurt just shook his head in disbelief and said matter-of-factly, "There isn't much to tell."
Liar, he scolded himself. There was so much more than he could form into words.
"Come on, Kurt. Or are we going to have to let that hickey speak for itself?"
"Fine." He thought for a moment, trying to find the best way to not tell them everything, but to tell them
enough to make them stop. "Mr. Robertson left us alone for like ten minutes during our detention and
well... you know how he is."
When the girls still looked expectant, he sighed heavily and added, "And he kissed me, okay?"
That was what they'd been waiting for. People at the surrounding tables looked over in alarm as the girls
exploded into squeals and laughter.
"I'm so happy for you!" Tina cried, getting up and hugging him tightly. "So are you two, you know, like a
thing now?"
"No. Absolutely not." Kurt answered sharply. "He forced that kiss on me. And ruined my sweater."
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"He ruined yourwhat?" Santana was staring at him, intrigued.
Oh crap. Why did he have to let that slip?
"Ihe" He was getting flustered and the girls looked thrilled at the fact. They just kept smiling in a
knowing way as his face burned under their looks.
"He shoved me up against the chalkboard, okay?" he hissed across the table at them.
Their jaws dropped, and they shared another excited glance. Before they could question him further the
bell ending lunch rang. He breathed a sigh of relief as they headed back to their class. Now all he had to do
was hope none of them let any of their conversation slip to Finn. Because if Finn found out it was only a
matter of time before his father did.
Then he remembered he wouldn't be at Glee Club this afternoon to do damage control. He groaned as he
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Chapter Six
When Kurt finally saw Blaine again in Chemistry he was surprised. No comments or devastating looks
were cast his way, not even the briefest of eye contact was made. If he'd known it would be that easy to
get Blaine to stop he would have said it the moment they'd met. He still didn't really understand why
he had stopped though.
Since when had Blaine ever respected anyone's requests of him?
He couldn't get the look that had shot through Blaine's eyes out of his head either. The first thought he'd
had was that his rejection had actually hurt Blaine, but really they'd been playing cat and mouse since
Tuesday. If anything the more difficult Kurt made things the more obsessively Blaine pursued him. He
honestly didn't know what to make of that look, but he was certain he may have been given his first tiny
glimpse into the enigma that was Blaine Anderson.
Half way through the class Blaine was once again finished with the assigned lab. Without a word, he
dropped his lab report onto Mrs. Mentore's lap, ignored her demands for him to return to his seat, and
walked out.
That afternoon' detention progressed in a similar fashion. Blaine was on time but incredibly belligerent,
tapping his pencil, clicking his tongue ring and smacking his ankle monitor against the leg of his desk until
Mr. Robertson threatened to keep him there until the janitors kicked them out. After that he'd slouched
down, dropped his head onto the desk behind him and fallen asleep until five o'clock.
Kurt didn't understand the sudden lack of interest, or more importantly why Blaine not taking an interest
in him was so annoying. He hated Blaine and everything he did and said, so why wasn't he overjoyed that
he was finally leaving him alone?
Why did watching Blaine stare at another guyan impossibly straight guy in English the next morning
make him hate the boy even more but at the same time want to pin him against the chalkboard? It
happened again in their history class. Even though they were seated right next to each other, Blaine's eyes
were focused instead on the Cheerio girl on his other side, pointedly ignoring Kurt's existence.
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It wasn't until he dropped down at his usual table for lunch, spotting Blaine practically eye-fucking the
same Cheerio across the room, that he realized what the hot sensation that had been bubbling in his chest
all day was.
He was jealous. Dear god, he was jealous because Blaine didn't have eyes for only him anymoreor at all it
seemed.
The Cheerio girl was practically in Blaine's lap now and tugging playfully at a stray curl on his forehead.
Kurt glowered at his food, moodily stabbing at the lettuce. Suddenly, he didn't have much of an appetite
anymore.
There was no way he was jealous. Jealousy was only a possibility if he liked Blaine, and there was no way
he could possibly have feelings for him. The boy had been driving him absolutely insane for almost four
days. There was nothing he liked about him at all.
And so what if they'd made out against a chalkboard? Or done whatever that had been in the bathroom.
That didn't mean he liked him. They were hormonal teenage boys and Blaine was the first attractive guy to
ever take an interest in him. He'd just taken an opportunity to gain some experience. Yes, he decided,
that's all it had been. There was no way he could be developing anything except loathing for Blaine
Anderson.
By the time he arrived for detention that afternoon, he had completely settled that his jealousy wasn't
actual jealousy. It was just...he didn't know what to call it. But it wasn't jealousy. It wasn't.
Mr. Robertson was at his desk grading their in-class writing assignments from yesterday and simply
waved his hand towards the front row of desks. The gesture was rather pointless. Kurt knew the drill by
now. He dropped into his desk and dug out his history homework. Two and a half more hours and he
would be free from detentions and Blaine for an entire weekend. He couldn't believe his first week had
dragged by so slowly. His only hope was that it wasn't foreshadowing what the rest of the year would be
like.
At least he had Friday Night Dinner to look forward too. After explaining to his father that he had to stay
after for a "French Club meeting" they'd arranged instead to go out with the Hudsons to some new Italian
restaurant across town. They were even picking him and Finn up from school. Finn was staying after for
football practice.
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Like on Wednesday Blaine arrived a good twenty minutes late, hair dripping wet, trails of water trekking
down the stubble on his cheeks and neck. Kurt glared furiously at the intrusion on his concentration,
trying to ignore one particular bead of water sliding down along Blaine's jaw line. He just wanted to catch
the drop on his tongue and suck the slick trail off Blaine's face. Wanted to feel the sharp little hairs against
his lips, and scrap his teeth against them...
He tensed as Blaine took the seat next to him, burying his mind back in his history textbook as Mr.
Robertson told Blaine he was staying late again. Kurt gritted his teeth as the smell of peppermint wafted
over from Blaine's desk. Just two more hours and he'd be free of him for two whole days. Unlike the day
before, Blaine was silent. Only the scratching of his pencil could be heard as Kurt continued to read. At half
past four something started buzzing on Mr. Robertson's desk.
They both looked up to watch him grab the cell phone vibrating across the desk. With a quick look at the
screen Mr. Robertson stood up and said, "Sorry, boys. Have to take this call. I'll be in the hall."
He left, shutting the door behind himself as he picked up the call. His muffled voice faded away as Blaine
stood up, stretching his arms high over his head. Kurt stared openly as his shirt was pulled up revealing a
dark trail of hair and an exceptionally defined stomach, the v-shaped muscles tapering off down below his
waistband.
Blaine saw where he was staring and just smiled in amusement, walking away from him to stretch his legs
around the front of the room.
Kurt shifted his gaze away and regretted it at once. The chalkboard was right next to him. Instead, he
cleared his throat as Blaine paced. But the silence was too awkward for him. There was never silence
between them. Blaine was always making some ludicrous noise or they were bantering or they were
were moaning...
He gulped, cursing his brain for being allowed to remember things. Disgusted with how easily Blaine had
corrupted him and turned him into a gooey puddle of sexual frustration. Yes, he definitely hated him, and
not liked him. No doubt about it.
His eyes slowly trailed up Blaine's body, taking in the same tight jeans from the day before, but a different
pair from Tuesday and Wednesday, and the tight white shirt. His usual leather jacket was absent and so
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was his eyebrow piercing. Kurt didn't know how he'd miss it before, maybe it was because he was too
busy starting at Blaine's ass
Get a grip, Hummel, he scolded himself. The newly awakened part of his brain added, Get a nice grip on
that ass.
It took every ounce of his willpower not to smack his head into his desk. All of these thoughts and urges
and ideas were all Blaine's fault. He couldn't stand how much control Blaine had over him without even
trying.
Parts of Blaine's shirt were still damp around the collar. Kurt eyed it for a moment, and decided he might
as well ask. He wanted to know and it would stop the tense silence between them.
"Why are you always wet when you're late?"
Blaine had stopped his pacing and leaned against the chalkboard next to Kurt's desk. He eyed Kurt for a
long moment and seemed to decide the answer was harmless because he supplied, "I've got weight
training seventh block so I take a shower after."
Kurt had a sudden vision of Blaine, naked and standing under a steaming hot spray of water. His entire
torso stiffened at the mental image, and he sucked in a sharp breath. He would not fall apart and let things
get out of hand again.
Blaine leaned down, palms flat on his desk, face so close his breath was tickling his ear. "Why do you want
to know so badly?" he whispered, his voice low and gruff, "Planning on surprising me sometime, baby?"
Kurt needed to get away from him. To put some sort of distance there. He shoved Blaine away and started
pacing the same path Blaine had been pacing moments before. He was just pivoting around from his
second route when Blaine was unexpectedly right in front of him. Startled he backed away, finding himself
once again with his back to a chalkboard. Arousal pulsed through him as Blaine moved forward, hands
resting on the chalk tray on either side of his hips.
Hazel-green eyes were locked firmly on his trembling lips, looking at them like they were some wondrous
exotic creature he'd never encountered before. But one he couldn't wait to claim as his own. Kurt shuffled
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his feet helplessly as another shot of arousal set his nerves on fire. God, no, he'd sworn he wasn't going to
let this keep happening.
"I told you not to touch me, Anderson." His voice sounded breathless even to his own ears. Why did he
even bothering saying anything? Now Blaine knew that he was already getting to him.
An insanely hot chuckle echoed in his ears as Blaine retorted teasingly, "I'm not touching you, Kurt." he
paused and blew his hot breath into Kurt's face. The scent of peppermint and cigarettes made Kurt's knees
weak as he continued, "But we both know damn well that you want me to."
So that's what this was, Kurt realized. Blaine knew just how irresistible he was to Kurt and he was toying
with him. Not that Kurt had done anything to exactly hide the way Blaine made him feel. It still didn't
explain why he'd stopped when asked. He didn't know. It was extremely difficult to think when Blaine so
close.
Maybe that was all part of enticing him; luring him in for the kill by taking away what Kurt wanted most of
all. Because god, he wanted Blaine. More than winning Regionals or living in New York or starring in a
Broadway musical. He wanted those strong arms wrapped around him as they kissed fiercely, holding him
together while his entire consciousness collapsed because of how complete he felt in Blaine's arms.
The image of the Cheerio girl tangling her fingers in Blaine's hair flashed across his mind. And then he did
something he knew he was going to regret no matter how much he wanted it right now. He dug his
fingernails into Blaine's scalp smashing their lips together in a heated kiss. His lips were already parted as
he pressed at Blaine's shoulders, his tongue demanding entry into the heat of Blaine's mouth.
He was pleased to find that he'd taken Blaine by surprise and this time it was Blaine gasping against his
lips. The hesitation only lasted for a fraction of a second. Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt's hard, letting
Kurt's tongue slip inside his mouth to tangle itself around his own. They both moaned, fumbling for a hold
on each other's hips and slamming against the chalkboard. Kurt shoved back from where he was once
again pinned against it, forcing Blaine roughly against the chalkboard. Blaine groaned in ecstasy letting
Kurt grind against him. A hum of victory rumbled in Kurt's throat at the shift in power but it didn't last.
Both of their tongues were forced into his mouth instead, Blaine's thrusting tantalizing against his own,
the smooth metal of his tongue piercing making him hard as a stone. Kurt growled in frustration as Blaine
pushed him back, flipping him over and back to their original positions.
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"God, I hate you." Kurt snarled, his voice raspy and deeper than Blaine had ever heard it as they pushed
against each other, tongues clashing.
"What in the world"
They broke apart gasping. The door had opened without them noticing. Mr. Robertson was gaping at
them, his face red, completely speechless. Kurt moved away from the chalkboard immediately, the wheels
in his head turning rapidly as he tried to think up some story that could possibly prevent him from getting
more detention. But Mr. Robertson was only staring at them, somewhere between amazed and disgusted.
"BoysIjust"
He stuttered helplessly, more embarrassed than either of his students. "Justerg-go. Now."
They didn't need telling twice. Blaine hitched up his bag and led the way out of the room. Kurt caught a
glimpse of the clock before he left. Five minutes until five. He would be just on time to meet his dad and
Carole in the parking lot.
Blaine turned off at the first hallway and Kurt kept going. What had he been thinking? Why did he even
bother telling himself not to let it happen? Everything indicated that it was going to continue whether he
thought it should or not. He burst out into the bright September sunlight, scanning the parking lot for his
dad's old Mustang. He always drove that when he went out with Carole.
He spotted Finn before he saw the ruby red car. Behind him the door slammed open and Blaine appeared
at his shoulder. Kurt ignored him and started across the parking lot to where his dad was waving him
over. Something whacked against the pavement behind him and he couldn't resist looking only to have
Blaine roll up next to him on a beat up looking skateboard.
Well, he definitely wasn't expecting that. For some reason his mind had created the image of Blaine's
transportation as a rumbling motorcycle. Then he spotted the ankle monitor he still had no answer for,
and made a guess. He probably wasn't allowed to have a vehicle or a license. From the little Kurt knew of
ankle monitors, Blaine was only allowed a certain distance from his house. Since he was going to school he
either lived right around the corner or the radius on it was several miles.
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The red Mustang had pulled to a stop in front of them, the convertible roof was lowered and they were all
smiling at him.
"Ready to go, buddy?" his dad called from the driver's seat.
Blaine's board squealed to a stop next to them. A cocky grin had taken over his features.
"Is this a friend of yours, Kurt?" Carole asked politely, smiling up at Blaine.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure friendship's the last thing on either of our minds." Blaine said training his lustful gaze
on Kurt.
"Excuse me?" Burt growled, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He killed the engine on the car.
Kurt tried to do damage control quickly. Why did Blaine have to be such an ass?
"Dad, it's nothing. He's nothing." he turned to Blaine, "Get lost, Anderson."
"But Santana said you two made o"
"Finn!" Kurt screeched, his deadly glare trained on the quarterback, who was looking both alarmed and
sheepish.
"You what?"
Burt had stepped out of the car, and Carole quickly followed, blocking his path to Blaine, who just stood
his ground completely unfazed at the angry father ready to strangle him.
"Santana was totally wrong," Blaine said, eyes locked on Burt's, "I pretty much fucked him up against a
chalkboard"
Burt lunged and it took both Carole and Kurt to hold him back. Finn hopped out to help pull him back, and
Kurt pulled away as Finn got a good grip.
"You stay the hell away from my son, you punk ass little"
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"Burt, please." Carole pleaded, yanking his arm in the direction of the car, "Let's just go. I'm sure Kurt can
explain things better at dinner."
His dad was breathing like a winded rhinoceros, glaring at Blaine with more hatred than he'd seen on that
face in his sixteen years of life.
Cocky smile still stretched across his handsome face, Blaine popped his skateboard down and pushed off,
calling over his shoulder, "Make sure to mention how much you moaned like a whore, Hummel!"
His father lunged again, bellowing some nonsense that wasn't really words, as Finn pinned his arms
behind him. Carole was looking horrified as her eyes followed Blaine out of the parking lot. Kurt watched
him disappear around the corner as well. He suddenly remembered why he'd made that promise to stop
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Chapter Seven
"Alright, spill it. Now."
Burt was glaring daggers at his son across the table. Kurt huffed in annoyance. He did not want to have
this conversation. They'd barely sat down and he was already under interrogation.
"Burt, can it please wait until we get our drinks at the very least," Carole sighed, rubbing soothing circles
into his shoulder. Kurt shot her a grateful look, but Burt refused to yield from his chosen path. Hummel
men were nothing if not stubborn.
"No. Not after what that bastard"
"Burt!" Carole scolded, looking shocked, "He's just a boy even if he is a little...crude."
Burt clinched his teeth, his eyes narrowing at the memory of the cocky teenager. Kurt stared fixedly at the
menu in front of him. Next to him, Finn fidgeted in his seat. Kurt didn't dare look up. He didn't have to. He
could feel his father's eyes drilling holes into his skull as he made his demands.
"I want answers and I want them now, Kurt."
When Kurt remained mute, resolutely staring at the table, he turned instead to Finn, who looked like he'd
just walked out into oncoming traffic.
"And you, Finn? You got anything you want to tell me about all of this?"
Finn opened his mouth, eyes wide, "Iuhwell"
Kurt kicked the taller boy sharply in the shin under the table. Finn yelped at the unexpected harassment,
and thankfully forgot about Burt's question in favor of the pain flaring up his leg, "What was that for?"
"What was what for?" Kurt asked, pulling his face into a bewildered expression that fooled none of them.
"Kurt, don't try and distract him unless you'd rather tell me yourself"
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"There's nothing to tell!"
"It sure as hell didn't sound like nothing!"
"Boys! Can we please save the arguments until we've have something to eat?" Carole interrupted
smoothly.
Kurt had never been more grateful to have a woman around. Finn quickly agreed as his stomach rumbled.
The Hummels glared at each other across the table, and Kurt turned away fuming silently. Burt sighed in
frustration, and slide out of the booth.
"I need a drink," he decided, heading over to the bar up front.
An awkward silence fell in his absence and Finn quickly made a rush for the salad bar to get away, leaving
him and Carole alone. A ruddy-faced man with a terrible attempt at an Italian accent arrived and took
their drink orders, two waters and a root beer for Finn. Kurt went back to perusing his menu, holding it up
to block the rest of the table from view for when his father inevitably returned.
"So what's his name?"
He lowered his menu a fraction and found Carole looking at him expectantly. Her tone wasn't demanding,
just gentle and curious. It was really just the thing he needed right now: an objective outsider, someone
who wasn't going to try and lock him away and protect him until he was thirty or squeal and pester him
for details and muddle his confused feelings even more.
Still he hesitated. This was his father's girlfriend. Wouldn't she feel obligated to tell Burt what she knew
when he asked? Because Kurt knew if his father didn't get the answers he was looking for tonight, he
would go to any source who might be able to give them to him.
She seemed to pick up on his uncertainty as she laid her menu flat and smiled at him kindly. Her tone was
reassuring as she added, "Unless you're doing something that would harm someone, you know I won't tell
your father if you don't want me too, sweetheart. This is strictly one of our lady chats."
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Kurt smiled slightly at the term. As much as he was adamant of his masculinity he would always be fond of
having lady chats. They were just so much deeper and more sensible than how guys tried to talk with each
other.
"His...his name's Blaine." he mumbled. God, why was he blushing?
Carole's smile brightened and she leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially, "I take it what Finn heard
from Santana is true?"
"No!" he said immediately.
"Honey, I think the sudden addition of scarves to every outfit speaks for itself."
So Carole had noticed. Heat was spreading over his cheeks like a wildfire as his humiliation mounted. He
corrected himself quietly, "Yes. Maybe. God, I don't know. He justand his lips wereand my favorite
Alexander McQueen is permanently coated in chalk dustand-and-I just hate him."
He knew he was rambling mindlessly. But he just had to get it all out and tell someone. A warm hand
closed over his and he looked up to meet her light green eyes. There was no judgment in her gaze, just
something he couldn't namesomething in the way she was looking at him, almost as if she knew
something he didn't. Before he could process it, the look flickered out and a warm smile was directed his
way again. Things may not have turned out like he'd originally planned, but he would never regret giving
this woman the chance to love his father and indirectly himself.
"It's okay to like how he makes you feel. To like him, Kurt. Even if he's very..." she trailed away, obviously
unsure of just how to sum Blaine up in one word. He'd certainly make quite an impression.
"Dangerous? Obnoxious? Hopelessly gorgeous?"
Wait, what? He had definitely not meant to say the last one out loud. But Carole smiled and laughed,
rubbing his knuckles affectionately.
"I think everyone goes for a bad boy at some point in their lives." Carole said gently, "I first met Finn's
father when he was barreling along on a Harley Davidson. He grew up into a very respectable and
responsible man." she paused as some of her worry crept over her features, "Just please, Kurt. Be careful if
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things get serious. Chris was just full of himself and trying to be cool. I don't know what kind of trouble
this boy is or has been in but I do know how exciting and completely terrifying it can be all at once. He's
the first openly gay boy you've met that's your age and I know how lonely you've been when everyone
else has someone."
He knew she knew that. Carole was well aware of his pursuit of Finn the previous year, not all the details
but enough to know how much he craved what everyone else. Blaine presented something he'd never had
a real chance at before, but at the same time Kurt knew he didn't. A serious, committed relationship
without all the drama like his friends suffered through was what he wanted, whereas Blaine was clearly
just searching for a quick fuck.
"Things won't go any further than they have," Kurt informed her, "He's nothing but trouble and the last
thing I need is his murder on my conscious because Dad can't control himself."
"He might end up on trial for that regardless of what happens beyond this point."
Kurt nodded in agreement as Finn and Burt returned. Two plates, one piled high with a mountain of salad
and enough ranch dressing to drown a cat in and a second completely devoted to bacon bits and croutons,
clattered onto the table top next to him. His father had a tall glass of beer that was already half gone.
Without a word, Finn grabbed his spoon and hefted a spoonful of bacon bits into his mouth.
Kurt grimaced, "Ugh. Finn that is disgusting."
" 'hut? Erm hugray." Finn protested, spraying the table with little red dots.
Their waiter returned with their drinks and took the rest of their orders. Burt continued to nursed his
drink, watching Kurt carefully. He felt like he was being x-rayed under his father's gaze. It was like Burt
could see into his head and pull out the memories that would forever be burned into his mind of the things
he'd done against that chalkboard. The things he really wanted to do again but knew he shouldn't.
Finn was wolfing down his salad when Burt finally spoke again.
"Kurt, I'm still waiting for answers." The authoritative tone was not lost on Kurt. A quick glance at Carole
offered him a encouraging nod.
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"What do you want to know exactly?" Kurt said, trying to come off indifferent to the renewed
interrogation. If his father wanted answers he wasn't going to make it easy. Or make it obvious that he
was lying.
"What's thatthat kid's" Burt spat the word out as if it was a terrible swear "name? Why's he just now
realizing that he...plays for your team?"
"His name's Blaine and he just transferred here." Kurt answered, swirling his straw around in his drink,
trying to be as nonchalant as possible. As an afterthought he added, "He's probably been out longer than I
have to be honest."
"And he's"Burt cleared his throat awkwardly staring hard at the wall behind his son's head"interested in
you?"
"He's a moron." Kurt said, tiredly. He knew his father was fishing instead of getting straight to the point. It
was an unusual tactic for Burt Hummel, but Kurt knew how uncomfortable this conversation had to be for
him. The thought of Kurt growing up and pursuing a relationship with someone like Blaine undoubtedly
terrified him.
"And you two arehave beenis he taking advantageor" Kurt took a vindictive joy in watching his father
stumble over his words. At the same time, he had no doubt how much his father loved him and that he
only wanted what was best for him. How worried he was that Blaine might try to harm him was one of the
most touching things he'd ever said.
"No, Dad. He just"It was Kurt's turn to clear his throat and shift around uncomfortably, "He kissed me. I
told him to stop. That's it."
"But Santana said you two like, made out or something," Finn couldn't stop himself from mentioning the
rumors.
"Since when has Santana ever been truthful?" Kurt snapped, though he couldn't stop the pink tint that
appeared on his cheeks. It didn't help that Carole was grinning like an idiot at him.
"Yeah, I guess." Finn decided, "She's pretty mean about that kind of stuff."
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"So what he said in the parking lot..." Burt trailed off, but Kurt could hear the hope in his voice. When had
his father gotten so adorable? He was so worried about him it was almost sickening.
"He's just trying to get a rise out of us, Dad." Kurt lied, keeping his tone light and disinterested, "My virtue
is still safe. You can relax now."
Well, most of it was safe, he amended quietly to himself. But his father didn't need to know that.
"I don't care what he's trying to do. I see him anywhere near him and he's a dead man. I don't want you
anywhere near someone like him, you got that?"
Kurt nodded vaguely as their appetizers arrived. It's not like he actively sought Blaine out or something.
He really had no control over Blaine pushing his way into his life.

By Sunday evening Kurt honestly couldn't remember why he'd been looking forward to the weekend. All
weekend his father continued to side eye him as though he knew there was more than Kurt had told him.
He felt like he was under surveillance when he was anywhere expect hidden away in his basement
bedroom and Burt sprung prying questions on him whenever Kurt least expected them.
Saturday presented him with a tower of homework. Later that night Rachel had appeared on his doorstep,
shrilly demanding to know when his detentions were over, what she was supposed to do about sunshine
(he had no idea what on earth that was all about), and when he would be returning to Glee Club
rehearsals. He'd slammed the door in her face, hoping his father hadn't heard from his place in the living
room, but no such luck. After another conversation he didn't want to have, he'd been grounded for the
following week even though his father had been proud of him for slapping Blaine.
On Sunday, he awoke late to an empty house under the impression his father was working at the shop. The
sound of the front door opening around four o'clock ricocheted down his staircase, much too early for a
shift at the shop to end.
"Hey Kurt! Can you come up here for a minute? I've brought some of that veggie pizza you like for dinner!"
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The thought of another interrogation when he was distracted but one of his favorites didn't appeal to him
but he was hungry. He took his time climbing the stairs and heading into the kitchen where the pizza box
was flopped open on the counter. A plate was presented to him as his father leaned over the counter
eating his own slice.
There was nothing about this situation he liked. Burt was so nervous it was oozing out of his pores. Kurt
took a cautious bite of pizza, waiting for the bomb to drop and then
A stack of pamphlets were dropped down in front of him. For a moment he thought they were some of the
ridiculous ones Ms. Pillsbury kept in her office but then he read one of the titles
Oh good god. His father had found him pamphlets on gay sex. This was not happening. He had to be having
a nightmare because this was not happening. The next half an hour had been a blur of things he'd never
expected a sex talk to involve. It'd been awkward and painful, but it was a heartfelt gesture he was
incredibly grateful for.
Don't throw yourself around like you don't matter.
And he wouldn't. Because Blaine wasn't worth that to him. He'd never been more reassured about his
choice to cut Blaine out of his life than he was after that conversation. And he was insanely proud of
himself as Monday and Tuesday flew by and there were no more incidences between them. Of course, Mr.
Robertson was now going out of his way to assure they were never left alone in detentions but still,
progress was progress.
On Wednesday he finally had a tiny ray of hope to brighten his week. He no longer had detention with
Blaine and as long as he continued to ignore the delinquent in their shared classes he might finally be in
the clear once and for all until Blaine found somebody else to stalk.
His day was instantly ruined when Mr. Robertson made an announcement at the beginning of class.
"Already everyone, settle down! I've got your assignments for the first novel analysis made up. Break off
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Mercedes and Tina shuffled away to their respective partners and Kurt mentally prepared himself for a
class spent with nobody but Blaine to talk to. A chin was suddenly resting on his shoulder and Blaine's
voice was right next to his ear.
"Mmm, I've been waiting for this project, baby. We'll finally get some real alone time."
"No we won't." Kurt scoffed, jerking away from the other boy, "We'll do it in the library or not at all."
"The library huh?" Blaine echoed as Mr. Robertson handed them their assigned section with the due date
and guidelines, "I've always wanted to fuck someone bent over a table."
His words went straight to Kurt's cock.
"I loathe you." Kurt hissed in aggravation, turning away to read the sheet of paper. At the bottom there
was a small calendar that had the scheduled due dates. He scanned it for his own name, finally spotted it
listed on Friday the twenty-fourth. They had a little more than a week at least but god he was dreading it.
Behind him Blaine was grinning lecherously, "Loathe me, huh? I bet you'll change your mind when I'm
blowing you under a library desk."
Kurt gritted his teeth, cursing the images popping into his head as another jolt of arousal tingled down his
spine. Just when he'd thought things were going to start going his way he was now going to be stuck alone
with Blaine for at least several hours at the very least. And regardless of whether or not they did work on
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Chapter Eight
Kurt was going to fail English. By the end of class on Wednesday the only thing he'd managed to
accomplish was splitting the list of themes they were meant to discuss into two parts.
Thursday morning was a borderline disaster when Mr. Robertson gave them ten minutes at the start of
class to discuss things more thoroughly with their partners. Blaine had made one of his typical vulgar
comments, Kurt had glared at him and demanded to know when he was available to work on the project.
The only response he'd gotten was Blaine pulling a small pocketknife from his pocket and proceeding to
start carving into his desk. Kurt's jaw had dropped as the students around them fell silent and turned to
watch. The sudden hush alarmed Mr. Robertson at once. After another tense silence in which Mr.
Robertson, looking completely terrified, had watched Blaine continue to vandalize his desk, Principal
Figgins had been called and Blaine had been escorted out of the room.
He didn't see Blaine again for the rest of the week, but everywhere he turned people were talking about
him. Glee Club on Thursday had been divided between discussing the insanity of Blaine and verbally
smacking Rachel down for running off some girl called Sunshine, who apparently had an incredible voice,
but was now in the clutches of Vocal Adrenaline. Kurt hated that he'd missed so much already. He'd only
missed two rehearsals but it seemed things were already out of control.
By Monday Kurt was getting anxious. Blaine had still not appeared and part of him wondered if they'd
expelled him for bringing a knife to school and vandalizing school property. Surely Mr. Robertson would
have told him and arranged for him to join another group. The other part of himand he hated admitting
itactually missed the stupid asshole.
When the bell for lunch rang later that afternoon, Kurt took his time heading downstairs to the cafeteria.
Today he had nobody to eat lunch with, and since Blaine seemed to have disappeared for good he didn't
even have anybody to annoy him.
Much to his surprise as he headed around the corner to his usual table he found it already occupied
Blaine.
No matter what, he knew he had to do this. He needed a plan for their project because he didn't want to
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He approached cautiously, hating how his heart fluttered just at the sight of the dark curls. Blaine was
straddling the bench, feet flat on the ground, back pressed against the wall, his eyes closed. Kurt paused
before he reached the table just watching him. His brow was furrowed and there were dark bags under his
eyes, the stubble on his face was thicker and darker than he'd seen it in the previous weeks. The softness
in his face was what really made Kurt pause. He'd only seen it once before and it had been in the same
room barely two weeks ago.
"If you want to jump my bones I won't object as long as you don't hold me responsible for the bruises
you'll have when we're finished."
Kurt just rolled his eyes at the implication and set his tray down. Blaine drove him mad but he was
starting to just accept that this was how he always talked. The boy just had no filter and was constantly
tried to make everything said between them sexual. Even the whore comment had only stung for a few
hourstaking anything Blaine said seriously was only going to make things more difficult. Blaine wasn't
worth getting himself all riled up over.
But back to the matter at handtheir novel analysis that was due on Friday.
"And where have you been?" Kurt couldn't help but ask, folding his arms over his chest and trying to look
annoyed. Not that it really mattered; Blaine's eyes were still shut.
"Having marvelous adventures in in-school suspension."
At least that explained some things.
"Right. So when are you"
"Why don't you ladies get a room so we don't have to watch this again?"
Startled Kurt twisted around and came face to face with a trio of lettermen jackets. One person in
particular stuck out in his mindKarofsky. His entire body stiffened. On instinct he took a step backwards
and right into Blaine's chest. There wasn't even a second for him to process this bit of information before a
pair of arms had encircled his waist and Blaine's cheek was nuzzling against his neck.
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"I thought you liked watching, Karofsky. Since you never get any action of your own." Blaine replied
smoothly, his voice even and calm. It unbalanced Kurt that he could be so relaxed with three jocks bearing
down on them. And then Blaine's lips were softly brushing over the skin above his shirt collar, his eyes
still trained on Karofsky. Kurt nearly squirmed away from Blaine but he knew if given the choice he'd
rather deal with Blaine than them.
Azimio rocked on the balls of his feet, pounding his fist into his palm. "Man, let's just hit them or
something. I don't want a couple of faggots hanging around here."
But Karofsky looked more uncomfortable and uncertain than Kurt had ever seen him. His eyes were
following one of Blaine's hands that was skimming over Kurt's hip and he bit his lip. They were the same
hands that had been responsible for the bruises that had finally faded from his cheeks.
"Let's go, guys. They aren't worth getting detention over."
"Oh, man. Who cares. Let's just hit"
"No. Let's go." Karofsky ordered, and Azimio snapped his mouth shut.
"Run along, "Blaine waved his hand at them in a dismissal and Kurt felt himself being dragged backwards
and pulled down to straddle the bench as Blaine did the same behind him.
"Lean back," Blaine's voice was soft in his ear, but the hand on his stomach was strong and sure, forcing
his torso backwards until his back was pressed into Blaine's chest. The three jocks eyed them in disgust as
Blaine's hands slid up his thighs and his tongue flicked out against the sensitive skin behind his earlobe.
Kurt gasped at the rush in his head, barely noticing as the boys wandered back over to their own table. It
was only as one of Blaine's rough hands cupped him through his jeans that he realized how fast things
were spiraling out of control...and just how insanely much he had missed being touched like this.
"Break it up, boys!"
Mr. Robertson apparently had the same lunch shift as them. Kurt jerked away at once and made a dash to
the bench of the other side of their table, cheeks burning. Blaine grinned lewdly at Mr. Robertson as he
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continued past them issuing a warning about inappropriate touching before moving off to stop the
beginnings of a food fight across the room.
Kurt fiddled with a stray hair dangling down his forehead for a moment as Blaine leaned back into the wall
again, eyes drifting shut, and looking as though he'd never left his spot. He still didn't understand why
Blaine seemed to be protecting him. Or what he just trying to be possessive and "stake his claim" or
something else as ridiculous and macho? Why would he even feel the need to do that with a bunch of
dumb jocks?
Mr. Robertson's suddenly appearance had done one good thing at leastit had reminded him of why he
had even approached Blaine in the first place.
"I need to know when you're free to work on our analysis." Kurt said, keeping his tone business-like and
trying his best to block out the fact that Blaine's hands had just been all over him a few minutes ago.
"Got detention until Wednesday. So Thursday afternoon unless they lock me away for something else."
Blaine didn't even open his eyes as he muttered the answer. Kurt sighed in annoyance. Thursday he had
Glee rehearsals and he'd already missed enough of those because of Blaine. And this week in particular he
did not want to miss: him and Mercedes had begun a Britney Spears campaign on facebook and he was
determined to get it on the option list for the Homecoming assembly. At the same time, the school library
closed at five o'clock and Glee didn't end until four-thirty. Even with Blaine and himself both being rather
smart that didn't leave nearly enough time to work on it.
"I have Glee rehearsal on Thursdays until four thirty." Kurt told him in irritation. There was absolutely no
way he was inviting Blaine over to his house; his father would castrate Blaine on sight and Kurt really
didn't want someone who could break into his locker to know where he lived. And then he had a sudden
idea.
"What if we meet at the public library across town at five?"
His hopes were instantly dashed as Blaine's foot, today covered by a beaten up converse high top, crashed
down onto the table. The ankle monitor shined dully in the artificial lights. At this range Kurt could see the
little lights blinking out a steady rhythm that was almost in time with his heart beat.
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"I can't even make it past the grocery store down by Blockbuster." Blaine's said and for the first time Kurt
detected something like frustration there. He'd rarely heard anything but sexual innuendo and arrogance
spewed out of Blaine's mouth.
Kurt thought hard for several more moments. What the hell were they going to do? There was no way he
could have Blaine over, but what other options did he really have?
Instead of saying what he was preparing himself to be doomed to, he said rhetorically, "You aren't going to
make this easy, are you?"
"We could always do it at my place, Hummel." The suggestive tone made Kurt frown in disdain. He glanced
up to find Blaine leaning towards him wiggling his eyebrows. The idea was terrible but he really couldn't
think of any other solution right now. And, he reminded himself, at least Blaine's parents should be home.
At his house his father wouldn't be home until at least six, which would mean an hour alone in a house
with Blaine. That was nothing if not a terrible idea.
"Fine." he conceded scathingly, "What's the address?"
Blaine just smirked at him, "Don't worry about it. You said something about Glee, right? I'll just stay after
with you and we can head over together."
"You in Glee Club?" Kurt laughed contemptuously, "Please, Anderson. You need actual talent to join us."
The bell rang and Blaine's smirk just widened as he left without a word.

Blaine was once again missing from classes on Tuesday and Wednesday. Kurt could only assume he was
still under lockdown in in-school suspension. This was fine with him; it gave him time to reassess himself
and get his head on straight again. After nearly a week without any physical contact he'd thought he was
safe.
But he'd been wrong. So very wrong.
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He spent half the day on Tuesday berating himself for letting Blaine touch him again the previous
afternoon. Because now he couldn't stop thinkingor dreaming about it. He'd awoken drenched in sweat
at four o'clock Wednesday morning with a throbbing erection and the memory of Blaine's hand pressed
firmly against it still whispering across his skin. Every time his mind wandered in class it fell right back in
where his dreams had been cut off. He was completely on edge and it wasn't until he was awoken by
another vivid dream on Thursday morning that he realized why.
The week away from Blaine hadn't made things betterit had only made the slightest touch ten times
more powerful. He'd never known such potent emotions like these could exist but he was starting to
realize exactly why his classmates were all obsessed with anything related to sex. Combining the rush of
all these new experiences with the hormones running rampant in his veins was bound to barrel over any
sort of logic a sixteen-year-old boy possessed.
Thursday dragged on but with one key difference. Blaine had returned to classes, still cocky and vulgar
and as sexy as ever. It did nothing to help Kurt focus on his lessons. But at least it had been on a day with
even block classes; he'd have a substantial break between his doses of Blaine and it would be a good basis
to prepare him for their project tonight. He didn't even want to think about how long that was going to
take them to get through.
Blaine actually stayed throughout their chemistry lesson that afternoon, fiddling with the different
instruments when he once again finished early, much to Mrs. Mentore's displeasure. Eventually she
ordered him to return to his desk up front since he was done and Kurt was certain everyone in the class
gapped in shock when he did just that. After the stir Blaine usually caused, it was strangely bizarre to
witness.
Kurt only remembered the motives behind Blaine's behavior when they were finally dismissed for the day
and he was happily heading to Glee rehearsal. A large hand traced over one of his ass cheeks as he turned
the corner to where their rehearsal room was. He didn't even jump at the touch, though he still batted the
hand away as Blaine asked, "So this Glee thing, you guys just dance around and sing or something right?"
Kurt just grunted in reply. The hand of his ass had had way too much of an effect on him. It brought back
hazy memories from his dream last night. Only the hands had been much rougher. He shook himself as he
led the way into the room, half believing he was dreaming as Blaine followed him. As cocky as Blaine was
Kurt had no doubt that when Mr. Schuester prompted him, he would get up and sing. Or try to sing, Kurt
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corrected himself. There was no way, on top of everything else that made Blaine irresistible, that he could
sing. His voice was sexually charged enough without that added component.
Kurt settled down into his seat next to Mercedes, who was staring right through him in astonishment.
Blaine had pulled another chair over until its legs were tangled with Kurt's chair. Kurt usually sat with
impeccable posture, but he suddenly wished he wasn't so careful about that. It gave Blaine the chance and
enough space to slide his arm around his waist. Even through the double layers of fabric Kurt could feel
his skin burning under Blaine's grip. Because it wasn't just a light touch. It was tight and possessive and he
hated and loved it all at once.
Everyone else in the room had suddenly gone quiet too. Until Santana sidled up and gave Blaine a
seductive look.
"If you're not getting what you want from Hummel then I am totally yours."
She dragged a well-manicured finger along Blaine's jaw line and Kurt swore he heard Blaine hum quietly
next to him. Kurt suddenly had the urge to pounce on her and start yanking on her hair. But then Blaine
laughed, soft and deep, and his nose crinkled upgod, it had to be illegal to be that adorable and hot all at
onceas he said, "Not your team, Lopez."
Blaine's hand had moved up his back and he hadn't realized how tense her presence had made him until
Blaine's thumb was rubbing along his spine. "Relax, baby. There's no need to get so jealous."
Kurt spluttered indignantly at that comment. He was not jealous. He was absolutely not jealous.
Santana flashed Blaine a flirtatious wink and said sultrily, "If you ever change your mind, you can totally
tap this." The way Blaine's eyes followed the sway of her hips as she returned to her seat made something
hot coil tightly in his chest.
He gritted his teeth, not sure if he was more annoyed with Blaine, Santana, or himself. Okay, so maybe
he was a little jealous.
Mr. Schuester finally appeared at the front and announced something about discussing young adult
contemporary for their next few lessons. Then he spotted Blaine and looked surprised and thrilled all at
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"It looks like we've got a new potential member, guys!" his eyes fell on the arm wrapped tightly around
Kurt's waist, "Kurt, you-uh, wanna introduce your-er friend?"
"Name's Blaine." Blaine said simply.
"Well, welcome to the Glee Club! Everyone is welcome here, though we prefer to have singers. I know you
probably don't have anything prepared but"
Blaine cut him off, "You want me to put on a show?"
"Uh, well. You don't have to today if you don't want to," Mr. Schuester said, trying to be reassuring, "But
whenever you feel comfortable enough to give it a go"
Blaine's arm slipped away from his side as he shrugged and stood up, "I'll go now."
Mr. Schuester looked startled at his willingness. He dropped onto his stool behind the podium up front as
Blaine tugged his leather jacket off and, much to Kurt's surprise, grabbed an acoustic guitar instead of
employing the band's help. He's been imagining some lewd, fast-paced sexually charge song as Blaine's
choice. Something acoustic just seemed too...soft for him.
"You guys can sit this one out." he said to the band guys. His tone was more cocky and confident than Kurt
had ever heard. Oh, he was going to enjoy watching Blaine fall flat on his face.
And then Blaine was counting off with a few guitar strums and Kurt was floored. The thought that Blaine
might actually be good hadn't even crossed his mind.
"Is it still me that makes you sweat
am I who you think about in bed?"
Blaine would pick an entire song that was devoted to sex and somehow may it even sexier with an
acoustic version. Because Kurt knew this song; Puck had spent the better part of last semester singing it
under his breath in his classes. It was one of the main reasons Kurt had opted for so many AP courses.
"I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
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than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me"
His eyes were boring into Kurt's and as much as he wanted to, he couldn't look away. He was stunned.
Sweet God, could he sing. His voice was growly and low and was sending shivers pulsing down Kurt's
spine every time their eyes met. There was no way that Blaine Anderson was real. It just could not be
possible to be this attractive. Kurt finally gained enough control to look away only to see Santana fanning
herself. The other girls weren't fairing much better and both Finn and Puck were looking irritated at how
easily Blaine had stolen their girlfriends' attention.
As Blaine hit the chorus, Kurt felt his heart leap into his throat to pound out a tattoo against his Adam's
apple.
"So testosterone boys and harlequin girls"
If he'd been standing he would of had to sit down at that falsetto note. Every part of him swooned as that
note washed over him. His mouth was dry and licked his lips subconsciously not realizing that Blaine was
still watching him. Mr. Schuester was looking amazed at Blaine's talent but obviously unease at the song
choice and the fact that his eyes were focused on nobody but Kurt.
Kurt stared at a spot on the wall behind Blaine's head as the song continued, focusing all of his willpower
of controlling the arousal swirling through him. The last thing he needed was to get a boner in front of the
entire Glee Club. His seemingly inattentive state only drove Blaine on, until he was literally growling out
part of the words in the final chorus.
"Testosterone boys and harrrlequin girls"
Kurt's eyes snapped up and he shuddered at the look Blaine was directing his way. Bedroom eyes. The
same thing that had been his undoing in their first detention. And he was supposed to go spend however
many hours after this alone with Blaine to work on that stupid project.
God, who was he kidding?
Whether he liked it or not, Blaine Anderson was going to have his way with him. Only there was really no
debate necessary to tell him what he knew he wanted.
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Chapter Nine
The girls all jumped up and clapped enthusiastically as Blaine returned the guitar to its stand and shot a
superior look Puck's direction. It was only Mike's firm hand pushing him back into his seat that stopped
what Kurt knew would have been an interesting and nasty fight. Blaine had shown up and without much
effort promptly stolen the title of McKinley Badass from Puck's grasp. Or at least Kurt didn't see it as much
effortit just seemed to come naturally to him.
Mr. Schuester roughly cleared his throat as he walked back to the front. "You've got quite an impressive
voice, Blaine, but next time censor the language please. And try to pick more school appropriate material."
The arm returned to his waist and Kurt did his best to twist away. He was turned on enough without
Blaine's touch.
"Oh, I will. As soon as Hummel stops being so gorgeous." He moved in to nip at Kurt's ear but Mr.
Schuester firmly pulled him back, alarmed by the lack of boundaries Blaine had.
"None of that during rehearsal." he told Blaine sharply.
To which Blaine said slyly, yet loud enough for the entire room to hear, "There'll be plenty of that after this
at my place."
Most of his friends were gaping at Blaine and himself in astonishment. Mr. Schuester cleared his throat
again and chose to ignore that comment.
"Alright, guys! Time to work on some choreography for the pep assembly next week."
The next hour was a daze of new steps, twists, kicks, and turns for Kurt. Blaine didn't join in for this part.
He'd taken a seat off to the side, following Kurt with his eyes. Even when Finn had the steps down an hour
later Kurt was still fumbling around. Blaine's eyes were slowly dragging up and down his body and Kurt
could feel the heat of his gaze even from across the room. When it was finally four o'clock Kurt was almost
relieved and then he rememberedproject alone with Blaine.
Brittany and Santana had lingered back and were both standing right up against Blaine where he was
waiting by the door. As Kurt approached he heard something that made him snort.
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"So you're a dolphin with Kurt? Is it fun being a dolphin? Because I've never been a gay shark." Brittany
asked, her voice coming out sounding slightly dazed and confused. Blaine's eyebrows shot up at the
questions, but before he could reply Brittany's gaze shifted to Santana, "Can only boys be dolphins? Or are
we dolphins when we have our lady time?"
Kurt had never seen Blaine looked so confused. It was definitely a nice change of pace. Santana was
muttering her own reply as Blaine interrupted, finally getting over his apparent amazement.
"Are you high or something?" Blaine asked incredulously as Kurt stopped next to him. He was so focused
on Brittany's nonsense that he didn't even attempt to touch Kurt. Perhaps he should start paying Brittany
to follow him around, Kurt thought.
"No. She's quite sane when she is actually." Santana answered. She seemed to debate with herself for a
moment as she eyed Blaine up and down. "I know where you can score some good stuff if you wanna
watch us get our lady kisses on. Most guys are pretty into that."
"Yeah? Who's your"
"Okay. Let's go." Kurt grabbed Blaine by the forearm and directed him out into the hallway. They had a
project to do. He couldn't afford to waste any time while Blaine got high off of whatever. And he didn't
want to think about Blaine enjoying watching those two doing whatever it was they called it.
"You've got quite a grip there, Hummel. Bet it'd feel hot as fuck around my cock."
He dropped his hand at once, his face burning in embarrassment. The last thing he needed was that
mental imagine. It was bad enough dreaming about it and then jerking himself off to it when he woke up.
Blaine took one look at his face and caught on to his thoughts.
A sly, dirty grin stretched across his face as they finally reached the exit to the parking lot. "Been
practicing on yourself a lot lately, have you?"
His blush crept down his neck and collarbones. If Jesse St. James had shown up to make breakfast on his
head he was pretty sure the egg would have been fried within seconds. And somehow, Blaine just knew he
had beenor maybe he was guessing. Kurt hoped he was guessing. There was no way he was that
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"It's none of your business." he spat, digging in his bag for his car keys as he stops next to his Navigator.
Blaine whistled softly, eyeing the car, as Kurt unlocked the doors before hopping in on the passenger side.
His hand immediately drifted over to Kurt's thigh, rubbing slowly along the inside, creeping higher as they
pulled out of the parking lot. The drive over was mostly silent except for Blaine's directions to his house
and the smack of Kurt's hand against Blaine's as he tried to bat it away so he could focus on the road. His
touch was starting to make Kurt feel dizzy and with every inch it moved towards his zipper his cock
twitched in his pants.
"It's over there on the left." Blaine said, leaning over much too far in order to point out the stop. Kurt
nearly swerved as he turned into a small parking lot. The sign at the entryForestwood Apartments
flickered across his mind before he slammed on the breaks, gasping. There was enough coherence left in
his brain to put on the parking brake before he was gone. He didn't care that he was taking up half of the
parking spaces at once. Or that the supposed apartment complex looked more like a rundown motel.
Blaine's hand had finally reached its destination and was now slowly palming over his stiff cock.
"Shit." he choked out, panting slightly as Blaine crawled over the gear shiftwhen had their seatbelts been
unbuckled? and onto his seat. Hot breath tickled his cheek as Blaine nipped along his jaw line from chin
to ear, his voice low and demanding as he whispered, "Feels good doesn't it, baby?"
Kurt's moan caught in his throat as Blaine pressed himself into his side until he was jammed hard again
the door. Blaine's hand was insistent and firm as it slowly palmed over the length of him through his
pants. The door handle was digging sharply into his hipbone as another hand slid up the back of his
sweater. He trembled under the touch as Blaine's fingers dug roughly into the small of his back, the nails
stinging where they bit into his flesh.
This was what he'd been craving. The one thing he hated himself for wanting more of because he just
couldn't get enough. An open mouth sucked at his jaw again, teeth scraping sharply over the soft skin.
"When I ask you a question, Hummel, I expect an answer." The hand against his cock started to ease away
and Kurt whimpered, arching himself up to follow the wonderful heat.
"Does it feel good, Hummel?"
The raw growl in Blaine's voice made his stomach twist up as a hand slipped down the back of his pants
and into his briefs. His hips bucked at the unfamiliar, yet welcomed sensation as Blaine's hand ran over his
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ass, a finger dipping down between his cheeks. His breath caught as the hand on his ass jolted his hips
forward, slamming his cock against the hand still palming over him.
"Does it?"
The commanding tone sent another wave of arousal to the pit of his stomach. He loved how controlling
Blaine was and when he finally looked over at Blaine he knew he was done for. His resolve had pretty
much crumbled before he'd started the engine. He needed this. Needed to feel the heat of Blaine's body
against his own like he'd been dreaming about. Needed to finally have that sweet release that he'd been
imagining since they'd first kissed.
Suddenly he was lifted up until he was sitting sideways in Blaine's lap with a rigid cock pressed against
where his ass and thigh met and warm lips mouthing over his neck.
"Do I make you feel good, baby?"
The soft words were whispered against the corner of his mouth as Blaine's hands slowly rocked Kurt's
hips in his lap, grinding him against Blaine's cock. Kurt's eyes flickered to Blaine's again. His pupils were
so blown with lust Kurt couldn't even see the hazel-green of his irises.
"Yes." His voice came out breathier than he'd expect, but as soon as the word fell from his lips Blaine
sucked his earlobe between his teeth and Kurt shuddered, rocking himself down against Blaine's cock,
"God, yes."
His mouth fell open as he rolled his hips hard against Blaine's hand. Underneath him Blaine's hips
snapped up to meet his when he pressed down against his lap. And then Blaine was kissing him, rough and
needy and wet.
"Fuck, you're so hot." he groaned as his hand down the back of Kurt's pants tightened its grip on his ass.
Something slammed hard against Kurt's window and he jerked away his hands reaching for the first stable
object he could findwhich just happened to be the middle of his steering wheel. His horn blasted off and
Blaine's hands pulled him off it as a shrill voice shouted from outside, slightly muffled by the window.
"Hey faggots, get the hell out of my parking space!"
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A heavy set woman with wild hair was leering at them through the window. She pounded her fist against
the window again and Kurt jumped.
"Fuck off, Belinda!" Blaine hollered back, and the woman sneered, "You don't even own a fucking car."
"It's still my damn space and I don't want you in it, Anderson." Her voice was so high-pitched it made
Kurt's eardrums throb. "Move it now before I get Milton out here!"
Blaine growled darkly, flipped her off and without even asking, took the car out of park and pulled them
off into a spot in the far corner marked visitor. Kurt was speechless as Blaine killed the engine and flung
the driver side door open. It was only on auto-pilot that Kurt grabbed his schoolbag and followed. Belinda
was still standing guard at her parking space, glaring at them as they headed across the lot to the long, low
building.
There was only one story with a crackled and crumbling awning hanging about three feet off in front and
supported by several cracked wooden poles. As they passed down to the far side, Kurt took in the cracked
glass panes on most of the porch lights, one door didn't even have a light. There was a lighter area of
siding where it should be but it had obviously been torn off; chunks of the wall had been pulled away from
where it should be screwed it. Another room's window looked like it was about to crumble to dust. The
glass was completely shattered yet somehow still in its frame. Kurt gulped nervously and moved closer to
Blaine as they stopped at the second to last door. Half of the little bronze number was missing, but the
faded paint let him now this was apartment 5C. To his surprise, Blaine didn't dig into his pocket for a set of
keys, he gave the knob a funny twist and the door popped open.
"You-you don't lock your door?" Kurt said in amazement. If he'd lived in a place like this he'd have enough
locks on his door to lock every room in McKinley twice. And a guard dog. And possibly a taser in case the
dog was a coward.
"Lock's never worked, babe." Blaine grunted. Without a glance at Kurt to assess his reaction to all of this,
Blaine walked inside. Not wanting to be left outside with Belinda, Kurt hurried in. The door snapped shut
behind him and then Blaine shoved a heavy trunk over to barricade them inside.
Kurt felt sick as he watched Blaine put the makeshift "lock" into place between the door and the busted up
dresser. He tested the door, giving it a good tug to make sure it held, seemed satisfied and turned to Kurt.
His face was stony as he took in Kurt horrified expression.
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"How are your parents going to get in?"
"Don't have to worry about that." Blaine said simply. Kurt didn't understand what that meant at all. Did
they work at night or something? Would they not get home until after Blaine left for school in the
morning? Or maybe they were on a business trip?
He'd never seen Blaine look so awkward or just human as he cleared his throat and gestured towards the
double wide mattress and box spring on the floor opposite of them.
"I don't have any chairs but we'll have plenty of fun on the bed."
Kurt just stared at him and then looked around the tiny room as Blaine shuffled over to the little mini-
fridge on the other side of the bed. Along the left on the same wall as the door was a large window, with
dusty, well-worn curtains pulled shut. The head of the bed was against the adjacent wall along with a tiny
wooden night table with a shade-less lamp. The far wall was home to an acoustic guitar on its stand and
the mini-fridge Blaine was digging through. The wall opened up on the other side of the fridge. From
where he stood Kurt could just see a mirror and a sink around the corner. As he took it all in he couldn't
begin to understand how both Blaine and his parents could all live in the tiny space, but then he realized
the most obvious thing about the place.
Everything screamed teenage boy. The old guitar, the pile of chip bags and crumpled up taco wrappers
that littered the dresser; the busted up CD player on top of the fridge; the textbooks piled hap-hazardously
at the foot of the bed; the small heap of dirty clothes in the corner by the window; the tangled blanket and
lumpy pillows on the bed. There was nothing present that would belong to an adult. Something tight
clinched around his heart as he watched Blaine plop down on the bed with a can of root beer, staring at
him expectantly.
"Let's get this over with then, Hummel. Or should we just get straight to the fucking?"
Kurt ignored the comment, but god, the ridiculously cocky persona was starting to make so much more
sense to him now. But really it was the only thing that did anymore.
"Do you" he hesitated, twisting his hands behind his back and biting his lip as he took a few steps
forward, "Don't you live with your parents?"
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The question sounded stupid even to his own ears. Blaine was, what? Sixteen? Seventeen? Of course he
lived with one of his parents. He wasn't legally allowed to rent an apartment or live on his own. And yet...
A derisive snort was the immediate response to his question.
"No."
Kurt just kept staring at the other boy. He didn't even know how to begin to form a response to that. The
way he'd said that simple word made it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world or was as
natural as exhaling. But Kurt knew it wasn't. Calling a place like this home wasn't even something he could
imagine, let alone being on his own. His father had always been such a vital part of his life.
"Buthow?"
He couldn't even get his mouth to form the question his head needed to be answered. But Blaine had
always been quick to catch on to things.
"My grandfather."It was said in the same elusive tone as his last response and Kurt still wasn't sure he
understood.
"So you and your grandfather live here?"
Blaine actually laughed at that question, but it was humorless and dark.
"No." he said again, and this time there was an edge in his voice that Kurt didn't like. None of this made
any sense to him at all. The only thing he was really positive about was that Blaine lived here alone.
Something sharp prickled in his chest, and for the first time since they'd met he actually felt bad for Blaine.
He was a troublesome asshole with too much attitude but he was still just a kid.
"Get out."
Kurt nearly jumped at the sharp tone. Blaine was glaring at him and he looked angry. Angrier than Kurt
had ever seen himeven more than when Kurt had hauled off and slapped him. He took a step back as
Blaine sat up, but he caught the briefest flash of panic in Blaine's eyes before it disappeared.
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There it was. Another glimpse into something more. The reason Kurt still couldn't completely shake
himself of Blaine Anderson. Because regardless of the asinine things he said he left Kurt hopelessly
intrigued. He'd clawed his way under Kurt's thick skin like nobody ever had before and he knew that no
matter how many cuts he opened up Blaine wouldn't leave until he was good and ready.
"W-what?" He hated that he stuttered over the word as Blaine stood up and moved towards him.
"If you're going to look at me like that, then get the hell out." Blaine snarled and Kurt actually flinched at
how furious he sounded.
He'd said too much was all Kurt could think. Blaine had given him more information about himself than
he'd ever planned on and he was trying to back track. They stood several feet apart, Blaine glaring at him
as Kurt tried to figure out something to do or say. From outside he heard Belinda's shrill voice yelling at
someone else in her parking space.
"Soeris Belinda one of your neighbors?"
It sounded even stupider than his earlier question but some of the tension in Blaine's shoulders seemed to
relax. He eyed Kurt for a moment, and for some reason the lack of lust in his gaze made Kurt more
uncomfortable than when it was present.
A small nod was Blaine's only response as he dropped back down onto the bed, and yanked open the
drawer on the night stand. He pulled out a pair of headphones as Kurt took a cautious step forward. When
Blaine continued clicking buttons on the portable CD player and didn't start growling angrily at him he sat
on the edge of the bed, and dug out his notebook, the assignment sheet, and his copy of The Count of Monte
Cristo.
"Alright, I split the list for the themes we're supposed to discuss. So you can do this half"he gestured to
the bottom four "And I'll do these four."
He heard the heavy hum of music start up behind him and sighed. He really didn't want to have to hound
Blaine just to get him to do his half of their project. He also didn't want to get any closer to him than he
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He really should have expected what happened next. Because every time he didn't want to get any closer
or have Blaine near him that's exactly what happened. Strong arms circled under his arms and around his
chest, the dull thump of the music was suddenly right next to his ears and even if he hadn't been able to
make out the words at this range he could of once Blaine started singing them.
" I'm so good that I'm so bad
I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had
cause you ain't never met nobody like me
and you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again"
Kurt's eyes fluttered closed as Blaine's lips attached themselves to his neck. He could feel Blaine grinding
himself against his lower back and he marveled at the fact that Blaine was already hard. Of course, he was
already half-hard himself, but he really didn't need to let Blaine know that. They needed to focus on their
project.
"B -Blaine," he gasped as the hands on his chest pulled the top of his dress shirt open. He heard one of the
buttons pop and patter away across the stained carpet. "We have totoour project"
His words faded into an incoherent string of delighted noises as Blaine pushed his shirt off his shoulders
and dragged his teeth over his collarbone, sucking roughly at his skin.
"Relax, babe. I already did all of it."
God, he would have. He'd just gone along with Kurt's idea to get him aloneand naked if things kept
progressing in the same direction.
His shirt was pushed farther down until it was a puddle around his navel. Kurt shivered at the rush of cold
air across his bare skin until warm hands pressed themselves against his hipbones. Blaine's lips sucked
hungrily up the column of his neck as his hands skimmed slowly up and down his sides. And then he
gasped loudly as a callused thumb brushed over one of his nipples. He arched his chest into Blaine's palm
and his ass curved back more, pressing hard against Blaine's cock. A deep groan vibrated against his neck
as Blaine's hips bucked against him. And then the warmth against his back disappeared. On instinct he
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reached backwards to pull Blaine back towards him, or tried tohis forearms were still caught in the
sleeves of his shirt. The next second, his arms were yanked free and pulled up and back as Blaine's bare
chest cemented itself against his back.
He moaned faintly at the contact. Fuck, he'd never imagined it was feel this good to be skin to skin against
someone. Blaine's hands directed his own to hook around his neck and then returned to his chest. He
tangled his fingers into the thick curls as Blaine's mouth reattached to his the curve of his collarbone. They
were both breathing heavily as Kurt tipped his face to nuzzle against the side of Blaine's head. Anything
that brought him closer to this boy and sealed more of their flesh against each other.
Blaine's earlobe was against his cheek and then he did something that even surprised himself. He curled
his tongue around the shell of Blaine's ear, using the hands cupping the back of his head to pull him closer
to his mouth. Blaine's hips rock forward against his lower back at the unexpected move and his teeth bit
down hard on Kurt's collarbone as he groaned loudly. And god, if it wasn't the sexiest thing Kurt had ever
heard.
He twisted his ear away from the reach of Kurt's tongue and smashed their lips together, sucking Kurt's
bottom lip into his mouth. The hands that had been tracing over the soft skin of his chest slipped down,
rubbing over his toned stomach and then fumbling with the button on his pants. He hummed against
Blaine's lips as the pressure against his cock lessened and then Blaine's tongue was thrusting into his
mouth, licking against his teeth, tongue and the roof of his mouth. And then he yanked his mouth away as
Blaine's hand slipped under the waistband of his briefs and pulled his straining erection free.
He cried out as stars exploded behind his eyes, his head falling back onto Blaine's shoulder as his hips
thrust up into the fist wrapped around his cock. God, he was already so ridiculously close. Blaine's hand
squeezes hard under the head of his cock and Kurt rocks his hips into the touch, craving the rough friction.
And then the warmth of Blaine's body disappeared again and he couldn't decide if this is a sign that they
should stop or if he just wanted to scream in aggravation.
Just when he had had enough time to realize how absurd he looked sitting there with his throbbing cock
bouncing slightly against the shirt still tangled around his waist, Blaine slid off the bed beside him and
dropped to his knees, taking his cock into his hand and stroking him firmly.
He meant to moan some word or Blaine's name or something but all that came out was "mmmph". Blaine
Anderson was on his knees in front of him, pushing his own apart and sliding a hand around to his lower
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back to pull him towards the edge of the bed. A firm hand was still lazily pumping his cock, giving it a little
twist every now and then that made the heat pooling in Kurt's stomach coil tightly.
Soft lips were pressing into the skin between his cock and his navel and his arms were shaking too
support his upright position any longer. He fell back onto his elbows, trying to stop himself from throwing
his head back in ecstasy and just moaning until he came. Because he wanted to watch this. Wanted to see
Blaine's hand moving over him; wanted to see the dark head of curls sucking hard on the skin of his hip.
And then Blaine's mouth trailed down to mouth over the base of his cock and Kurt didn't even try to stop
himself this time. His head snapped backwards, his mouth falling open as he moaned brokenly.
"Oh fuck, Blaine." He could feel the sweat on his neck and face dripping down to mix with the sheen of
sweat on his torso. He rocked his hips up into Blaine's hand as Blaine mouth over the side of his cock. The
stubble on Blaine's cheeks scratched against his cock and the heat in his stomach churned as his balls
tightened.
Kurt whimpered as his stomach and balls tightened and his elbows gave out. He knew he should warn
Blaine but god, he couldn't even think anymore. His hips jerked up as Blaine's other hand reached into his
briefs and cupped his balls.
"You've got such a pretty cock, baby." Blaine whispered against him, dragging his tongue along the
underside and pressing lightly against the ridge under the head of his cock as his fingers gave his balls a
light squeeze.
"Shit, Blaine!"
Kurt screwed his eyes shut tight as the heat in his stomach exploded up the length of his cock. He was
cumming harder than he could ever remember, panting and gasping so loud it almost blocked out the way
his heartbeat was pounding in his ears.
His cock twitched as his cum spilled over Blaine's fist that was still slowly jerking him through his orgasm.
He laid there panting, his face and chest flushed and his cock dripping. He hissed slightly as Blaine
hummed against his oversensitive flesh, catching the drip of cum dangling off the head of his cock and
licking up the rest from his stomach. And then Blaine climbed on top of him, pressing their mouths
together and forcing his tongue been Kurt's lips. His limbs felt too heavy to move, his brain was like a wire
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with a short in it, but through his haze he realized that Blaine was letting himwanted him to taste
himself.
Still stupid with his orgasm Kurt could only whimper at the thought as Blaine straddled his hips and
rocked hard against him, groaning into his mouth. He could feel Blaine's cock jutting against his hipbone,
still painfully hard.
"Fuck, you're so hot when you cum." Blaine breathed, licking his way down Kurt's neck, nipping and
sucking hard and Kurt knew he would gladly wear scarves for the rest of his life if it meant that Blaine
never stopped doing that. He felt Blaine shift on top of him, and vaguely heard the sound of a zipper being
pulled down as Blaine's mouth settled on the collarbone he hadn't yet adorn with hickeys.
To say he was surprised when Blaine's hand roughly grabbed his wrist and pushed it into his boxers was
an understatement. He'd barely gotten over the surprise of Blaine forcing his hand into a tight fist around
his heavy cock before he was thrusting into it hard. Once, twice, and then a third and final time before he
felt warm, sticky cum dripping over the top of his fist, as Blaine let out a loud gravelly moan and collapsed
on top of him.
They both lay there panting, their sweaty chests sliding against one another as they came down. From the
head of the bed Kurt could hear the music from Blaine's headphones still pounding away to some fast
punk song. He stared up at the cracked ceiling, his heart still pounding, his cock now soft and wet between
him and Blaine. Blaine rolled off of him after a few minutes and sat up, grabbing his discarded tee shirt
and wiping the cum off of himself before tossing it into the corner. Kurt watched him stand up and stretch,
his unbuttoned jeans riding low on his hips as he stuffed himself back into them and zipped up.
He turned his gaze to where Kurt was still sprawled out on the bed in a daze and said nonchalantly, "Not
bad for a virgin, Hummel. Next time I think you'll be ready for a nice cock in your ass."
"Who says there will be a next time?" Kurt spat, suddenly completely embarrassed and offended. The off-
handed comment set him off like nothing else could. God, he felt so stupid. He quickly tucked himself back
into his pants and stood up, trying to find his shirt.
"Looking for this?" He turned to see Blaine holding up his shirt. Kurt reached out to grab it but Blaine
jerked it back with a teasing grin.
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"Give it to me, Anderson. " Kurt snarled angrily, "Or you know what? Fine. Keep it. You probably like
souvenirs from all your whores."
Why was he just realizing that's all he was to Blaine? A stupid, cheap thrill to get off to and then dump. He
would not cry. God, he would not let the tears fall in front of Blaine. He'd been so stupid.
The smile faded from Blaine's face as he watched Kurt's face screw up as he tried to hold it all in. But Kurt
couldn't stop himself from talking now.
"That's all I am to you. Just like what you said to my father in that damn parking lot! I'm just some stupid,
inexperienced idiot who you knew you could take advantage of"
"I don't think you're a whore."
It was said so softly Kurt almost missed it. But the awkward look on Blaine's face told him he'd heard
right. Blaine looked distinctly uncomfortable and completely out of his element and Kurt paused because
really, Blaine had given him every indication that he thought the exact opposite. It was really the only nice,
sincere or honest thing Kurt could ever recall him saying to anyone. As suddenly as it had happened, the
usually cocky look took over his features as the mask snapped back into place.
"I've met quite a few whores and trust me. You've got a long way to go if you ever want to compete with
them, babe."
He didn't know why that comment didn't upset him like the first one had. Maybe it was because of the slip
up Blaine had just had, or that brief flicker of something more that Kurt kept catching sight of, or maybe it
was the dank and dingy little studio apartment that Blaine seemed to call home.
He didn't know. But he yanked his shirt out of Blaine's grasp and pulled it on as Blaine dug out a notebook
from the small pile at the foot of his bed. He riffled through it, finally stopping on a page covered in untidy
scribbles.
"That's what I got for all those shit themes Robertson wanted. You can add your own notes or whatever,
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He moved the heavy trunk from behind the door and pulled it open. Kurt wordlessly grabbed up his bag
and walked out, squawking indignantly when a strong hand grabbed his ass and a husky voice whispered,
"See you tomorrow, baby. Maybe we can sneak off to an empty classroom and have some real fun."
The hand vanished and the door slammed shut. He stood there, listening to the scraping of the trunk being
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Chapter Ten
Kurt cried himself to sleep that night. He couldn't remember ever feeling as worthless and dispensable as
Blaine had made him feel. Blaine didn't care about him beyond getting a quick fix to alleviate his sexual
urges and Kurt, as the only other gay guy at McKinley, was his only outlet.
He hated how fast he'd gotten in over his head against both his father's and Carole's warnings. He hated
himself for enjoying what had happened and more importantly he hated Blaine. He hated the finger-
shaped bruises on his hips and the hickeys all over his collarbone and neck, and especially the one on his
hipbone. Blaine had strung him along fully knowing how inexperienced he was and how awkward he was
with anything of a physical nature and he hadn't cared. He'd gotten himself off and then basically tossed
him out like he was garbage.
God, he hated Blaine more than he ever had before. His first time being in any way imitate with another
boy had been completely ruined. Even the thought of his first kiss made his chest ache. None of it meant
anything to Blaine because all Blaine cared about was his dick.
So he avoided him like the plague once their novel analysis was finished. He made sure there was always
somebody else with him wherever he went and when that wasn't possible he got from point A to point B
as quickly as possible. Because this time he wasn't going to break his promise to himself: he was done
with Blaine Anderson and nothing was going to make him change his mind. That asshole had already
ruined enough of his first experiences and he wasn't going to let him ruin anymore.
By the following Tuesday Blaine was trying his damnedest to get him on his own. He made a habit of
following after Kurt and whichever friend he was walking with, shoving his way into their group and
breaking up the conversation. Every time Kurt made a stop at his locker Blaine was waiting with the books
he needed for his next class. By their afternoon Chemistry lesson he seemed almost desperate, forcing his
way between Kurt and his lab partner and trying to touch every bit of him that he could. In an almost
panic Kurt asked to use the restroom just to escape for a few minutes to get his head together. Even
though he'd made the decision he still couldn't control his body's responses to Blaine's proximity. It was
the worst part about it all really. He hated everything Blaine had done but he still thrilled at the tremor of
pleasure the slightest touch gave him.
But Blaine hadn't given up when he'd left for the bathroom. As Kurt came out of his stall he ran right into
Blaine, who had a self-satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.
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"You know there's really no need for you to play so hard to get anymore, baby."
"I'm not playing anything." Kurt replied scornfully, quickly getting over his alarm at being followed and
quirking his lips into his patent snark, "I am done with you."
A quick side step towards the sink to wash his hands did nothing to deter Blaine.
A deep chuckle sounded in his ear as Blaine grabbed his hips, his fingers pressing into the little bruises
that hadn't completely faded yet, "I think you and I both know that's a lie."
Kurt knew it was going to be next to impossible to get rid of him. He'd given Blaine a taste of the one thing
he was after. It was like he'd waved an entire bag of candy in some toddler's face but only let him have a
little piece of it while he sat there and ate the rest. That simple taste had only turned Blaine's want into a
full-blown obsessive desire and Kurt had to somehow find a way to stop it without giving in to everything
his own body still wanted. Because an excited shiver still shot down his spine at the touch, and he'd never
been more confused inside his own head when half of him wanted this and half of him didn't. He silently
cursed his hormones for completely destroying what had been a competent and intelligent brain three
weeks ago.
Still, he'd let things go even farther than far enough and this time he had to be firm until he figured out his
own head. Or until Blaine gave him something more than testosterone-induced lust. There'd already been
too much of that.
Kurt turned the faucet off and shoved Blaine away, hard. Even though he knew Blaine was stronger, the
other boy stumbled back a few steps as Kurt glared at him, "Do not touch me, Anderson. I said I'm done
with you and I meant it."
He turned to walk out of the bathroom but was stopped by a firm grip on his forearm. There was no
denying his surprise when Blaine spun him around and backed him up to the wall. The last time he'd told
Blaine to stop he'd backed off immediately, not pressed for more. Kurt could feel the desperation in
Blaine's touch as he pushed himself against Kurt, feel his short, panting breaths brushing over his neck.
And for the first time he was scared, so scared he actually froze.
"Fuck, I justI want you so much, Kurt." Blaine rested his forehead against his, eyes fluttering closed but
not before Kurt saw the briefest flash of panic. "I need this. IIfuck, I need you."
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A knot twisted in his stomach that had nothing to do with the fact that Blaine's body was sealed against
his. He couldn't do this. He'd sworn he wouldn't do this again. Not until he figured all of this out. Maybe
not ever. In that moment, he didn't care that Blaine was almost vulnerable and open to him, or that maybe
Blaine did feel something more than just a sexual attraction to him. The rational part of his brain had
already made its decision. Blaine was just on edge because it'd been almost five days since they'd gotten
off and this was all an act to relieve his tension.
"No." He was amazed he managed to keep his voice so steady as he spoke. "I said no and I meant it. I'm not
your whore, Anderson. I'm not letting you climb on top of me every time you need to get off."
He made to shove Blaine away again so that he could escape to the safety of the hallway but Blaine's hands
caught his wrists and shoved them down between their bodies. His heart was thundering in his throat as
he looked Blaine in the eyes. There was just the smallest flash of something painful before the anger
flickered to life, and with the anger came the cockiness.
"Oh, come on!" Blaine growled in exasperation, "I already told you I don't think you're a whore, babe."
His own anger boiled to the surface at the remark. Blaine really didn't understand his perspective on this
at all.
"I don't care if you don't think I'm one." Kurt spat, trying to shoulder Blaine off of him. He knew he was
about to really lose it if Blaine didn't back off and he really didn't want to know what would happen to
either of them if he did. "You made me feel like one. You used me, Blaine." He looked away as he trailed off,
feeling the sharp sting behind his eyes. God, why did he have to be so emotional?
"Don't worry about that." Blaine said quickly, a little lewd smirk tugging his lips, "I can make you feel so
much better, baby."
He ground his hips against Kurt's and Kurt finally just snapped. The leg that had been pinned between
Blaine's jerked up hard, slamming right into Blaine's balls. He saw the absolute shock morph across
Blaine's features as his eyes shot open wide and his eyebrows scrunched up in pain. It only took a small
push to get Blaine off of him this time. The other boy stumbled a few steps before crumbling to the ground
with a sharp, high-pitched whine.
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"That's for using me to get off, Anderson." Kurt said savagely. "I bet it hurts a lot more with a hard-on,
doesn't it?"
The door banged shut behind him as he fasted as walk as possible without running back to the chemistry
classroom. He didn't want to think about what he'd just done or Blaine or anything that had happened
since they'd met. As he re-entered the classroom and passed by Mrs. Mentore at her desk he overheard the
conversation she was having on the phone.
"Yes, Blaine Anderson walked out of class again. I don't know if he's still in the building..."
He kept walking and re-joined his lab partner, trying to bury himself in their work and to just once forget
about Blaine.
At Glee rehearsal that afternoon he half expected Blaine to come swaggering through the door, but he
didn't. Ms. Pillsbury's boyfriend, or he thought he was her boyfriend he honestly was never sure with her,
stopped by to lecture them about dental hygiene and to make an obviously jealous Mr. Schuester even
more jealous. Aft that, Kurt sent the majority of class dodging Santana's prying questions and Puck's
obscene gestures whenever someone mentioned him and Blaine. Because no matter how many times he
insisted that they weren't "together" nobody really believed him.
It was just another good reason to hate Blaine. He'd turned them into an "item" or as Puck and Santana
kept saying "fuck buddies"(he literally cringed at that phrase) without even trying.
Wednesday morning he'd expected a renewed attempt at a make out session or just even a few touches.
But he was quickly finding that Blaine was full of surprises and never did what Kurt expected him to do.
He taken his usual seats in all of their classes and if it hadn't been for Kurt being so hyper-aware of his
presence he wouldn't have even know he was there.
He didn't stare at him, or try to tangle their legs together. There were no shoulder brushes or grabs for his
ass. Not even a few inappropriate remarks or actions to keep his detention streak going. Their teachers at
least seemed relieved at making it through a lesson without him interrupting in some way or another, but
it just unnerved Kurt even more. sure Blaine had ignored him before, but then he'd been flirting with some
random girl and trying to piss him off to draw him back in. Now he was just keeping his head down, like
every second of his time was being spent reconstructing himself.
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He was never going to understand Blaine at all, was he? Why did he even want to? He was supposed to be
done with him.
So he followed Blaine's lead and ignored him too. Or at least he looked like he was. The uncharacteristic
silence drew his attention like opposite poles of a magnet. Had he really hurt Blaine with what he'd said?
Or was it just because he'd crushed his balls to mush on Tuesday? He had been the kicker on the football
team after all so he knew it had probably hurt a lot more than it should have. Maybe he'd heard something
from his parents or his grandfather that seemed to be helping him out. Why had his parents even
disappeared in the first place? Was it because of how much trouble he was or, and he really didn't want to
think it was true, was it because they'd fought out he was gay? He didn't even know how long Blaine had
been out or how long he'd been on his own. Or why he couldn't stop mulling over all of this in his head
when he should be focusing on what Mr. Ferguson was saying.
Thursday afternoon he was finally given something to take his mind off of Blaine. Mr. Schuester had caved
in and was letting them doing a Britney Spears number at the pep rally the following afternoon. The only
problem was Mr. Schuester's sudden desire to take part in their performance. He didn't even want to think
about the why behind that one. An extra hour of rehearsal spent learning some vigorous choreography
and working out the vocals sent him almost straight to sleep after a quick dinner with his father.
He was extremely offended after their pep rally fiasco by the time school let out on Friday. Everything had
been going spectacularly until Coach Sylvester had feared the worst and pulled the fire alarm. Mr.
Schuester had sworn them off doing anymore Britney numbers and instead went back to his boring,
repetitive lesson plans.
Then the thing he was dreading happened the first Wednesday in October. Mr. Robertson handed out their
assignment plans for their second novel analysis and returned their grades and notes for the first. He
wasn't surprised by the ninety-eight scribbled in red at the top of their returned one, Blaine's notes had
been incredibly detailed and in-depth. It was the thought of having to spend time, potentially alone with
Blaine again, that worried him. Blaine, much to his surprise didn't appear keen on the idea either. He made
a few half-assed remarks when Kurt tried to work out a time and place for their project and eventually
just gave up. The other boy had never been so uncooperative, but at least they were one of the last groups
again. It was only the sixth and the eighteenth was a long way off. He had more important things to focus
on this weekend than a stupid project with Blaine.
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The annual Sound of Music sing-along was this Friday and even if his dad was upset that he was ditching
on Friday Night dinner again, he'd only sort of cared. They had those dinners every single week, it wasn't
the end of the world if he missed a couple so he could hang out with Mercedes and have a fabulous night.
Nothing was doing to ruin his day, not Blaine, or their project, or even being partnered with Azimio in
French class. He'd make it up to his father over the weekend somehow, maybe by hanging out at the shop
and helping or going to see some stupid action movie he'd fall asleep during.
He was halfway through a French rant insulting Azimio and telling him how much fun he was going to
have tonight when the classroom door creaked open. Azimio glanced over him as the people who had
entered started whispering urgently behind him to Madame Bellefort.
"Kurt?"
Confused by Mr. Schuester's voice being in his French classroom, he spun around lightly in his chair, still
smirking at how clueless Azimio was to his insults.
"Can you come outside with us?"
Ms. Pillsbury was with him. His face fell at the looks on their faces and his heart sped up. Whatever they
were about to tell him wasn't anything he wanted to hear.
The next three hours were a muddled blur. He'd been ushered out into the hall only to be told his father
had just been rushed to the hospital. Mr. Schuester drove the three of them over, explaining what little he
knew from the brief phone call the hospital had made to the front office. He barely heard any of it over his
father's voice from that morning.
I'm disappointed in you, Kurt.
Breakfast of champions...
God, he just wanted to curl up in the backseat and sob until someone woke him up and told him he was
dreaming. But he knew he didn't have that option as Ms. Pillsbury opened his door and helped him out the
car. He paced the waiting room for nearly an hour before the doctors came to speak with him and even
then they didn't give him anything to go on.
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His father had had a heart attack and was in a coma. They didn't know when or even if he was going to
wake up. After nearly an hour of sitting beside his bed, holding his limp hand just like he'd held Kurt's so
many times before, Mr. Schuester persisted that they head back to McKinley. He almost refused, but
another glance at his father, who was usually full of life and smiles and jokes and laughter, lying there
more lifeless than a sack of potatoes changed his mind.
He had to get away, to forget. This couldn't be real. It just couldn't.
He made it back to school just in time for the last hour of his final class. He was even almost glad to see
Blaine just for the distraction, even if the boy seemed to want nothing to do with him anymore. Everyone
was already settled into their lab stations; Blaine was flicking his fingers in and out of the little fire of the
Bunsen burner which the group next to him tried to get as part away as possible.
Mrs. Mentore looked surprised to see him wandering into her classroom. She jumped and ushered him
over to his seat.
"Kurt, I wasn't expecting you after your father's"
"I can't miss classes. They'll be too much to make up." Kurt said quickly, flinching slightly at the mere
mention of his father. He didn't want to think about it now or ever.
"Okay. You can skip today's lab if you want to, Kurt."
"No, no. I'll do it. It's fine." His mouth was moving of its own accord, trying to find something, anything to
take his mind off of the reality closing in from all sides.
"Well Emily's out sick today so you can work alone"
"You can always work with me, babe." Blaine's voice called from across the room. "We make a pretty hot
team."
He was so out of it he barely registered the return of Blaine's cockiness, or the fact that he seemed to be
talking to him. He barely even thought about what he was doing as he reassured Mrs. Mentore that he was
fine working with Blaine. Every pair of eyes in the room followed him, a lot of people were whispering, as
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he dropped down next to Blaine, the biggest and most welcome distraction he could have asked for at that
moment.
By some miracle Blaine hadn't even started their assigned lab yet even though he was usually nearly done
at this point.
"You haven't even started?"
Blaine shrugged, eyes fixated on his lips as he shuffled closer. "Been distracted by more important things,
baby."
Kurt stiffened slightly as Blaine's warmth pressed into his side, and a booted foot tangled around his
ankle. Yes, this was definitely a big distraction.
He glanced down at the assignment sheet to see what they were supposed to be doing: Chemical reaction
strip tests. Something easy but that they'd have to wait for. And waiting meant his mind would be free to
wander. He ignored the increasingly bold touches as he set about starting up the lab and dipping each test
strip into the assigned chemicals. Once everything was set up, he clicked the little stop watch they'd been
given and pulled up his stool, sitting in to wait and take notes on whatever they were supposed to be
seeing.
He mind instantly circled back around to the hospital until a strong hand clamped around his hip. His
stomach clenched up, both at the thrill and the way the touch reminded him of his promise.
"Blaine, please stop touching me."
The hand froze but didn't move. "Why, baby? I know you like it. Besides, you could use a good distraction."
So Blaine knew then. Perfect. Now he was back to thinking about his father again. The moisture behind his
eyes started building up again at the thought of his father, usually strong and brave, looking like a tiny
premature infant wrapped up in a jungle of wires and tubes.
Blaine's hip bumped his as he sniffled and the hand on his hip tightened again. He didn't offer anything
more, though Kurt didn't really expect him to. Blaine didn't care, and he was terrible at being nice or
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saying anything that wasn't offensive. He was probably just hoping that Kurt would before his standards
and morals in his hysterical state and throw himself at him.
The stopwatch went off and he buried himself into finishing their lab report while everyone else was
starting to pack up. Blaine just sat there and watched him work, not saying anything but not helping
either, as the afternoon announcements started over the sound system. He tossed things back into their
places and went to rinse out the cups from the chemical dips as the bell rang.
Much to his surprise Blaine didn't leave with the rest of the class. He slid his arm around Kurt's waist
again and pressed himself close, whispering so that Mrs. Mentore couldn't hear from her desk, "I can help
you forget it you want, baby."
His breath caught and his chest gave a funny jolt at his words. But he wasn't doing this again. Even if it
would help him forget everything for just a few hours. As much as he wanted to pretend it wasn't
happening, that wasn't going to stop it from continuing.
"No, Blaine." He said tiredly, drying the cups off and putting them in their cabinet. "If the only help you can
offer is an orgasm then I don't want any part of it. Why don't you get that?"
"Oh, come on. Just imagine how much harder you'll come when I'm blowing you, babe."
Not if, when. Kurt shuddered at how sure Blaine was again. And really he just hated it. Hated how his
father was in the hospital, and everything had changed in only a few hours, and how he may very well end
up an orphan, and how the only thing Blaine got from all of that was a renewed opportunity for sex.
"God, just fuck off, Anderson." Kurt shrieked. He didn't care that Mrs. Mentore was sitting ten feet away or
that he'd probably end up in detention again. He just couldn't handle Blaine's advances on top of
everything that had just been thrown at him. "I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want you near me.
My father iscould be d"
He couldn't say it. Saying it made it real. The tears that had been threatening to fall all afternoon started
leaking out of his eyes before he could stop them. And he ran, he didn't even grab his things or look to see
either of their reactions to his explosion. He didn't pay attention to where he was going until he found
himself inside an empty classroom and even then he could barely see through his tears. He slid down to
the ground next to the closed door hugging his knees to his chest.
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Now that'd he'd started crying it was hard to stop. But he knew he had to. Carole and Finn were supposed
to be meeting him so they could all go over to the hospital together and he didn't want them to worry
about him on top of all of this. He wiped furiously at his eyes as he tried to pull it together, and then the
door opened and he froze, expecting the room's teacher to have returned for something.
But it wasn't a teacherit was Blaine.
He almost screamed. Why did he have to follow him and just not give up?
Blaine leaned back against the door, pressing it closed as he folded his arms across his chest. Kurt stood
quickly and tried to shove him off the door so he could get out and away from him. But Blaine barely
budged at his half-blind shovetears were still pooling in his eyes even though he was trying to stop them.
"God, would you just leave me alone!" Kurt yelledor tried to, his throat was too scratchy and hoarse from
crying.
"HummelKurtIfuck." Blaine ran a hand through his curls, looking more awkward and confused than
ever. Kurt could tell by the look on his face that even he didn't know why the hell he'd followed Kurt when
he was so upset. But he just didn't care what the reason was more Blaine's presence in the empty
classroom. He wanted to be left alone.
Kurt charged towards the door again, grabbing Blaine's shoulders roughly and trying to push him away
from his escape. But Blaine shoved back, locking his biceps in a death grip as he pulled Kurt off of him.
"Just let me go, damn it." Kurt nearly sobbed, fighting against the hold and the scream threatening to climb
out of his throat.
"No." Blaine said firmly, backing them away from the door.
He couldn't see anymore, the tears were completely glossing over his eyes and dripping down his cheeks
as he slammed his fists against Blaine's muscled chest, yelling, "God, why? Why do you even care?"
He pounded his fists against Blaine repeatedly twisting and pulling with all of his might to get loose. He
was half-yelling, half-crying as Blaine tightened his hold even more.
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"Because I know how this feels!"
It was the first time Blaine had ever shouted in his presence, the most emotional Kurt had ever heard his
voice. He froze at the admission that had just echoed off the walls of the empty classroom, staring at
Blaine. Blaine's hands fell away and clenched into his fists that he pressed against his eyes as though he
was furious with himself for what he'd just said.
But Kurt was to upset, to furious and blinded by his own pain to care if Blaine was being truthful and open
with him.
"Bullshit." Kurt snapped, shouldering past Blaine towards the door, "You have no idea how this feels." His
hand was on the knob when Blaine spoke. His was soft and hollow and it made Kurt's body freeze up
again.
"My father died when I was fourteen. My mother when I was six."
Kurt stared at the wooden door, the hand on the doorknob sweaty and cold. For a few seconds the only
sound was the clap of Blaine's heavy Doc Martens fading away from the door and Kurt's shaking, snuffling
breaths. He slowly turned back towards Blaine, disbelief clawing at his insides. The dark-haired boy
wasn't looking at him. His arms were wrapped tightly around his chest, his eyes focused on his foot toeing
at the a scuff on the tiled floor.
"Blaine II'mI'm sorry." Kurt stuttered.
Blaine's head shot up at his words, looking startled, as if nobody had ever felt bad for him before.
"No, don't be. I mean,I justI should..."Blaine shuffled his feet and dropped down onto the teacher's desk,
twisting his forearms around where they crossed over his chest.
Kurt took a hesitant step forward as Blaine cleared his throat loudly.
"I should be the one who's," Blaine cleared his throat again, and mumbled the last word, "sorry."
He'd wanted an apology but he hadn't expected to ever get one. He wiped his cheeks and asked, "Why?"
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"Because...god, do I really have to say it? Isn't it enough that I am?" Blaine was suddenly angry, taking to
pacing in front of him. Kurt stopped him with a hand of his arm, turning him until their eyes met.
"Yes, you do because I need to hear it."
Blaine stared at him for so long Kurt almost thought he'd forgotten they were talking or even why they
were standing there. The hazel-green eyes flickered to the closed door, almost hoping someone would
come in and rescue him and then they were back on Kurt's face. It took a moment for Kurt to realize that
hadn't glanced at his lips or anywhere else like they always did when Blaine looked at him. There was no
lust or cockiness either, just a lot of uncertainty and unease.
"Forfor last week atat my place..."
He trailed away but Kurt could tell by the look in his eyes that there was so much more he was trying to
say only he didn't know how to say it. He bit his lip and shuffled his feet as Kurt waited and then
"I wasn't likeusing youwell I was I guessbut justshitI just..." he stopped again, and sucked in a huge
breath of air, "I want to keep youkeep you close...I just like kissing you, okay?"
He tossed his hands in exasperation and turned away and really, Kurt thought, it was nowhere near a
perfect or amazing apology. But from Blaine it was a thousand times more than he'd ever expected. And he
knew, even if Blaine would never admit it, that he did care. He couldn't bring himself to call him on it
though. Just by watching Blaine struggle through those honest words he knew anything he said could send
Blaine right back into hiding.
So he nodded into the silence, even though Blaine was turned away and couldn't see it. The clink of metal
against teeth started up as Blaine turned around, some of his cockiness starting to seep back into his
expression. For some reason he didn't quite mind the sound so much anymore. They stared awkwardly at
each other as Blaine clicked his tongue ring some more.
"So how about that blowjob, babe?"
Kurt rolled his eyes and turned towards the door, "No, just no."
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Blaine chuckled behind him, but it didn't have its usually tone of arrogance and superiority. He turned
back for a final looka small glimpse of the understanding that was still shining there.
"Not even in your dreams, Anderson." He tossed over his shoulder as he wrenched the door open, wiping
his nose and cheeks with his sleeve.
"Actually we do a lot more than that in my dreams, baby. I bet we do a lot more in yours too."
Kurt just slammed the door closed and headed back up to grab his bag before meeting Carole and Finn. He
didn't understand why his heart felt a little lighter all of a sudden. The daunting visit to the hospital with a
father that might never wake up was now looming before him, but Blaine... Blaine Anderson might not
being as much of a lost cause as he'd originally thought.











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Chapter Eleven
Kurt curled himself into a tight ball in the armchair in the corner. His pre-calculus homework was spread
out on the little table set up in front of him but he hadn't even glanced at it in over an hour. Not since Finn
had left to go get something to eat in the cafeteria. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only
comfort his father had to offer to him now. He'd never hated and treasured a noise quite like he did with
that artificial blip.
It was a grimy Sunday afternoon. Through the window next to the mini-cot him and Finn had set up he
could see the steely gray sky and the rivers of rain beading down the glass. Carole had been partially
absent all morning. As a nurse in the hospital she still managed to sneak down between her patients and
rounds and emergency calls, but she was always disappointed to find them barricaded in their makeshift
lounge in the corner with Burt still comatose. At least her expectations were reasonable; every time Finn
hadn't looked at Burt for five minutes he'd jerk his head around and stare at bed as if he was expecting to
see Burt tap-dancing across it. To Kurt it was endearing and annoying all at once. He just couldn't keep up
that bright optimism and childish hope the same way Finn could.
He was terrified at the lack of change in his father's condition and rightly so. One thing he was certain of
was that the longer his father stayed unconscious the more likely it was he would always be that way. He
didn't know what to do or how to help or if there even was anything he could do to help. He just wanted to
do something that made him useful and helped his father regain consciousness. He didn't want to lose the
most important person in his life and become an orphan. The Hudsons were there for him, he knew. And
he wouldn't have been surprised if Carole and his father got married at some point. But right now he just
really wanted his father there to pull him into his arms and tell him everything was going to be okay.
The heavy, white door creaked open and Finn appeared, a white coffee cup in hand. His dark eyes were
bright with hope as he looked at the bed, but the sparkle fizzled out at once. He dropped into the seat next
to Kurt and handed off the hot cup.
Kurt stared down into the muddy brown liquid, his stiff fingers tingling at the warmth now spreading
through them.
"I know you said you didn't want anything but I know how much you like coffee so..." Finn trailed off with
a little shrug.
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"Thanks." Kurt muttered weakly. And really he meant it even if he hated his coffee black. He took a
hesitant sniff. At least it wasn't decaf.
Finn juggled a paperback book between his hands for a few minutes, eyeing the lengthy calculations Kurt
had spread out across the little table. "I'm glad I'm not in pre-calculus. That looks like a ton of problems
for one day."
Kurt scowled at the offending papers, "That's only the first problem and I'm pretty sure I'm still wrong."
"Oh...wow." Finn tossed his book aside and picked up one of the pages, twisting it around to view it from
different angles. "This just looks like a bunch of purple gibberish."
Kurt smiled weakly. He knew Finn was trying in his own way to cheer him up and take his mind off of
things. It probably would have worked if they hadn't been in his father's hospital room.
Finn shuffled in his chair awkwardly, glancing around the room and trying to not look obvious that he was
staring at Kurt.
"What?"
His snappy demand came out a lot meaner sounding than he'd meant. The guilty, sad look that twisted
across Finn's face made him feelif possibleworse.
"Sorry." he mumbled quickly, "I'm just...this math is really driving me up the wall."
It was a lame excuse and he knew Finn knew it too. But he didn't call him on it because Finn just got that it
wasn't important. That's one of the things Kurt liked best about him. He could be unbelievable stupid, but
when it counted he just got it.
"Yeah, sorry, man. I, well..." His dark eyes drifted across the room to the bed. Kurt followed his gaze, his
stomach clenching painfully. He looked away quickly, ripping off his latest failed attempt at problem forty-
seven and starting anew. And Finn got that tooeven if he wasn't going to shut up.
"So what's up with you and that Blaine guy?"
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His hand stuttered for a split second as he started the problem over again, but his voice was as
unconcerned as possible, "I don't know what you mean."
"He's kind of been all over you, dude." Finn said, looking uncomfortable as he pressed for answers, "And I
hear Mercedes and Tina talking about you..." he shot the bed a nervous look as though Burt could hear
them, and dropped his voice to a whisper, "having hickeys."
Finn's eyes darted over to the bed again, apparently under the impression that Kurt's love life would be
the catalyst to his father's awakening. Still, Kurt said nothing. He already knew Finn wouldn't believe him
if he said they were lying too. Mercedes and Tina were two of his closest friends so if they'd said it was
true, then Finn could be certain it was.
The dirty sneakers shuffled about on the floor as Finn shifted in his seat. And then he gave Kurt the most
serious look Kurt had ever seen grace his face.
"Look, I know we're not like aa normal family or whatever. But I think of us all as one. You're kinda like
my kid brother"
"I'm four months older than you, Finn." Kurt argued, flicking through his textbook harder than was really
necessary.
"Just, like...be careful, man. Cause if he gets you pregnant"
The pencil in his hand clattered to the sterile, white floor.
"Oh my god. Are you seriously that stupid?" Kurt cut him off loudly, the disbelief clear in his tone.
"What? Or" Finn looked completely freaked out at whatever he was thinking, "or would you be the one
doing thecause I just thought"
"Stop. Now."It was Kurt's turn to glance over at the bed. Unconscious or not, he really did not like having
this conversation with his father in the room. "Guys can't get pregnant, Finn. Didn't you research anything
after what happened last year?"
"Yes!" Finn said indignantly, "Just not thethe gay sestuff."
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"Just...god." Kurt buried his face in his hands, "Me and Blaine aren't"
He couldn't even say it. That may have just been because he was now thinking about it.
"Why are we even talking about this?" he demanded sharply, glaring at Finn. At least he was good and
distracted now. He had to give Finn credit for that.
Finn shrugged, still looking horrified at his own daring for entering into this conversation. "I dunno. I
guess you just look..." he paused, searching for the right word, "like happier when he's around you. Even if
you're super annoyed too."
Kurt stared at him for a long moment, trying to judge how sincere the other boy was being. He kind of
hated that Finn was right. Because since Friday afternoon he'd started to realize just how much of his life
Blaine was a part of. And the fact that Blaine actually cared about him was finally sinking in deep. It made
everything that had happened between them seem more real somehow, more solid. It had given him hope
of something more than just meaningless make outs against chalkboards and bathroom sinks. That
moment in the classroom had finally convinced him of one thing: he liked Blaine. Even if he hated him half
of the time. He wanted to be around him and to touch him and kiss him and have his arms wrapped
around his chest again.
"I" he hesitated to tell Finn any of these things. He was just coming to terms with it all himself. And even
then, he still barely knew anything about Blaine or what kind of trouble he could really be. "I don't know,
Finn." he sighed tiredly and retrieved his pencil from the floor, "He's an a" he paused. For some reason he
couldn't bring himself to call Blaine that anymore because he knew now that it wasn't completely true.
"We'd all be really happy for you, y'know." Finn said quietly, staring down at his hands twisted together
on his lap. "Eveneven Burt will be once he"
Finn stopped again and they both looked over at the jungle of wires around his father's form.
A sudden inspiration seemed to take over Finn and he gave Kurt this ridiculous little half-smile.
"I think I know how to get him to wake up."
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Kurt raised an elegant eyebrow, not quite believing Finn of all people would have an answer even a doctor
wouldn't.
"I'll pray to Grilled Cheesus for him"
He must of heard that wrong. "You'll pray to what?"
Finn looked sheepish. "Well, I made a grilled cheese and it had Jesus on it"
Kurt snorted and actually laugheda real, loud laugh. "Just...Finn."
"It got me to second base with Rachel!"
He only laughed louder at that, forgetting for just a moment where they were and why.
"Oh my god, Finn. Just." he shook his head, wiping a small tear from the corner of his eye, "You
a sandwich"
Finn looked terribly affronted, "I just thought it might help!"
"No. Thanks for the um...offer, but I'll stick to the acupuncture." He patted Finn on the shoulder gently as
the larger boy pouted.

Once he returned to school on Monday he'd almost felt like he hadn't left. Things pick right back up where
they'd left off and he wasn't nearly as prepared as he normally was. First thing after the morning
announcements, Mr. Robertson gave out a pop quiz on their reading for the weekend. Kurt had barely
even started it. He had a bit of a break in French even though had a dialogue to present to the class. It was
easily his best subject so he knew without a doubt he'd aced that. In Home Economics they were supposed
to be baking a cake. By the time he left the room for lunch he was covered in flour and sugar and was
pointedly ignoring Mercedes would had cause the mini-food fight with Tina from across the room.
When he finally strolled into the chemistry lab he noticed one the immediately: Blaine wasn't there. The
delinquent was always there before him without fail. He'd even seen Blaine just this morning in English.
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He took his usual seat and waited for him to make an appearance as the other kids wandered inside in
pairs and trios. As the bell rang, he felt his heart sink slightly. After their encounter on Friday he really
wanted to see Blaine though he had no idea what he would do once he did.
After another miserable afternoon at the hospital and then a sleepless night at the Hudson's house, Kurt
greeted his classes of Tuesday with a dazed expression and a ton of inattention. Blaine was present but
silent until they settled down at their usual table together for lunch. His food cluttered tray clattered down
onto the table top next to Kurt's and he slid onto the bench and pressed their sides together, his hand
neatly tucking around Kurt's waist to stroke his side.
Kurt really wasn't in the mood to get touchy-feely right now. He was still trying to figure out how to do
those damn calculus problems without an ounce of success. A leg tangled around his calf as Blaine's hand
slid down to his thigh his fingers brushing over the soft material of his dark pants.
"Blaine, stop."
The order was ignored and he wasn't the least bit surprised. Mountain of food forgotten, Blaine pressed
his lips to the soft skin behind Kurt's earlobe. Kurt shuddered against his own will, trying vainly to focus
on what the derivative of cosine was.
Blaine hummed against his skin, breathing on the wet spot where his lips had just been.
"I'll stop if you let me blow you right now."
"Which means you wouldn't be stopping at all"
"Sure it does, Kurt. It means this" he sucked hard on the same spot again and Kurt felt his chest tighten,
"won't be happening because my mouth will be much too busy with this." A firm hand pressed against his
zipper.
"Excuse me, boys. Hands to yourselves."
Mr. Robertson stopped long enough to make sure Blaine pulled himself away from Kurt. The moment he
was gone Blaine was right back where he'd been, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like,
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"Cockblock." under his breath as he dropped his chin onto Kurt's shoulder and lazily darted his tongue out
against his pulse point.
Kurt re-focused on his homework that was due in fifteen minutes. He was completely doomed. There was
no way he was ever going to get this done right
"Arc tangent x plus the square root of x over the inverse of cosine."
He froze turning his amazed gaze onto Blaine. The only thing he really succeeded in was pressing their
cheeks together and having Blaine's eyestoday a beautiful, bright greenfill his line of sight.
"You're just guessing." Kurt decided instantly, shrugging out of Blaine's hold and flipping back a few pages
to look up something.
Blaine looked slightly annoyed. "You don't believe me then look it up in the back. All the odd answers are
in the back of those stupid books."
Kurt shot him a withering look and paused in his flipping. His curiosity got the better of him though.
Blaine was probably the only junior in Calculus BC; not even a fourth of the seniors made it up to Calculus
AB. So he grabbed a wad of the pages and flipped to the answers until he found the right section and
number. A planet could have fit inside his mouth in that moment as his jaw sagged to the floor.
The same answer Blaine had just rattled off was staring up at him from the stained page. He turned his
gaze to Blaine, still utterly speechless.
A cocky smirk pulled at Blaine's lips as he swallowed a mouthful of spaghetti. "Told you, Hummel."
"How did you do that in your head?"
Blaine shrugged and shoveled more food into his mouth, eerily reminding Kurt of how Finn ate. Teenage
boys were such pigs.
But he still couldn't believe it. So he took a glance at another answer in a different section and flipped to
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"Answer that one then."
Blaine glanced over, his eyes rolled up a bit as he thought and not even twenty seconds later
"X sin x cubed in parentheses times x minus a eighth in parentheses."
He was right again. Kurt just gaped at him at least until Blaine took advantage of his open mouth. Quick as
lightning his lips sealed themselves over Kurt's and his tongue darted in for a quick taste
Kurt shoved him off. He might have admitted he liked Blaine and he might even understand the boy a little
better now but he was still not okay with that. Especially in the McKinley High lunch room.
"Teach me how to do these problems right." Kurt demanded, pointing at his book, "We've got fifteen
minutes."
"Mmm I can think of much better things to teach you in fifteen"
Kurt slammed the heel of his boot into Blaine's toes. He jerked his foot back with a hiss of pain, glaring at
Kurt.
"First thing, you've got remember to separate these before you start on the derivatives..."
He was amazed at how much he learned by the time the bell rang. He'd managed to get eighty percent of
the assigned problems correct with a few quick guidelines from Blaine on how to work them out. As usual
Blaine stuffed his apple into the pocket of his jacket, but today he followed Kurt down the hall instead of
turning off towards to gym. Blaine's arm tangled around his waist possessively making it awkward to walk
as their hips kept bumping against each others.
"What do you say to having some more fun at my place after school? Work on that...project and what not?"
Blaine's voice was smoother than glass. They stopped outside of Kurt's classroom.
"Not if its anything like our last project." Kurt replied darkly, very aware of the curious students eyeing
them as they passed, "I have Glee and my father..."
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He trailed away. As much as he loved his father he really didn't want to spend all night sitting in a lonely
hospital room trying to do his homework and glancing up hopefully every so often to see if his father had
moved at all.
Some of Blaine's cockiness seemed to melt away as he pulled his arm away from Kurt.
"I've got detention until half past four. I'll meet you after and help you..." his eyes tracked down Kurt's
body resting on his crotch for a moment before flickering back up to meet Kurt's gaze, "forget for a little
while. Ease some of that tension."
Before Kurt could formulate an answer Blaine had disappeared into the crowd. Once he was in class his
mind went straight back to where it always was these days: his father. He suddenly really missed Blaine's
presence because the other boy somehow managed to distract him from everything without Kurt even
noticing until he was gone.
His mood only deteriorated further as the class drew to a close. Another lesson he hadn't understood a
word of and more homework he was going to struggle through until he got Blaine to help him. He sped off
to Glee Club, silently taking his usual seat and not talking to anyone. Everyone seemed to feel bad for him
and they were all trying to cheer him up. But he didn't want to hear about God and religion even if
Mercedes had sung beautifully to try and help him have faith.
If anything it only irritated him and made him feel worse. He didn't want to hear any of it. He was so tired
he knew he shouldn't be driving himself anywhere after this. His chest had a constant ache from thinking
about his father lying in a hospital bed for the past three hours. So he sang his own song that meant more
to him and his father than anything about God ever could. Because there was only one thing Kurt had faith
in and that was the love he and his father shared.

Blaine dug into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a safety pin, inserting it into the keyhole of his
locker. With a few twists it popped open and he stuffed his books inside, grabbed the beaten up
skateboard and slammed it shut again. He'd never bothered learning the combination. He didn't really see
the point in it since he could just pick the damn thing twice as fast.
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He silently congratulated himself on getting out of detention early as he rolled off down the hallway. Even
though he kept getting detention on purpose it did get old after a while. Especially without Hummel to
help occupy his thoughtsor his hands and lips. God, he wanted to go down at that boy so badly. And then
fuck him until they both had bruises. Ever since he'd gotten that taste at his apartment a few weeks ago it
was almost all he could think about. It also made him question the whole thing.
If this had been anyone else he'd have already fucked him stupid until he couldn't walk for a week and
then moved on. But he hadn't and after six weeks of pursing Hummel he tried not to think about why. He
knew the guys at Dalton would have taunted him endlessly about it, at least until he beat their asses to
shut them up. His stomach twisted at the thought of them. He really missed hanging out with those
morons even if they only wanted to bang chicks and drink. With his ankle monitor he had no chance of
making it to Westerville and back. Not if he ever wanted to get the fucking thing off. And he couldn't afford
a cell phone. They couldn't come visit him either. Dalton had a strict lockdown policy. Or they thought it
was strict at least. He'd broken it more times than he'd been expelled from school.
He popped his skateboard up as he approached the Glee classroom, ready to fling the door open and do
the first impulsive thing that came to mind, but the sound of Kurt's voice stopped him outside of the
slightly open door.
"the day of my mom's funeral, when they were lowering her body into the ground..."
Something tight tensed in his chest as Kurt continued talking. Memories of a bright, sunny morning in May
as if the weather ,too, had been in denial of what had been happening. How gruff and stoic his father had
been as he'd completely ignored his tiny son; had refused to even acknowledge him standing right beside
him... He flinched and shook himself as music began playing from inside the little room.
"Can I tell you something, I think you'll understand..."
The Beatles. Blaine knew this song, though he'd only ever heard it in a romantic context. But he'd never
heard it sung by a voice quite as stunning as the one coming from inside the room. He pressed himself
against the door a little, wedging it open another inch so he could see.
Kurt stood front and center, his bright red jacket impossible to miss as he sung his heart out. And Blaine
knew that expression had never been truer than it was in that moment. Everything Kurt had left was going
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into his words, hoping that somehow someone or something or anything would hear his pain and bring
his father back to him.
"I wanna hold your hand..."
The music died. Kurt sniffled and wiped a few tears out of his eyes. God, he was terrified of the things this
beautiful boy made him feel. He didn't even understand if any of it was real, or how any of this was
supposed to work, he just wanted him. He really couldn't explain it any better than that.
Kurt was the first one out the door and before Blaine could stop himself he'd pulled him off around the
corner before the others could see. There was so much he meant to say, but he'd never been good with
words or feelings if that's even what these were. He was probably just super horny.
Kurt was staring at him curiously, tears still shining in his eyes. Blaine had to look away. He just couldn't
handle the way that look seemed to sear right into his flesh. God, he didn't know what the hell he was
doing. He'd just wanted a good fuck and Kurt had shown he was an incredible challenge from day one. And
he still wanted that, he told himself, but...
"You have a beautiful voice."
He nearly bit his tongue off after those words fell out of his mouth. Maybe he'd skip on the water bill this
month and buy himself filter to go between his brain and his mouth. Because he couldn't say things like
that to Kurt. He shouldn't want to say things like that.
He crossed his arms over his chest tightly, wishing for the first time in a long time that he could just
disappear.
Kurt hiccupped a little and gave him a watery smile. "Most people just tell me I sing like a g-girl."
He was way better than any girl Blaine could ever dream up. What was his brain thinking? He couldn't
afford to think like that. He just wanted to get his cock in Hummel's ass. And then find another ass that
wasn't so difficult to claim.
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Tears had started to pouring silently down Kurt's cheeks and Blaine just stood there helplessly. He had no
idea what he was supposed to do when someone started crying. Especially when it was someone he had to
keep reminding himself that he just hung around so he could get laid.
He racked his brain for some answer outside of his grasp and finally remembered the real reason he'd met
Kurt after his rehearsal in the first place.
"We're still getting busy at my place, then?"
There. Something a bit more cocky and self-assured would easily get him back on the right brain track and
away from whatever the hell happened whenever Kurt was around. The tears kept falling as Kurt gave a
funny nod. Blaine took it as a yes, though he really didn't understand the look directed at him as he took
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Chapter Twelve
Somewhere in the back of Kurt's mind he knew he shouldn't be letting Blaine drive his Navigator. He
didn't even know if Blaine had a license, but he wasmuch to Kurt's surprisedoing the speed limit and
obeying all the traffic laws Kurt could think of so he didn't protest. It wasn't a fight he could win when he
was this tired and tearful.
Blaine pulled into the same visitor's spot and got out, shouldering both of their bags. Kurt looked around
to see if Belinda was acting as guard dog over her parking space again but the lot was empty. As Blaine
rounded the front of the car and made to pass by his door he paused. After a moment he pulled Kurt's
door open, and grunted, "Come on, Hummel."
Kurt wiped at his still streaming eyes and slid out, letting Blaine close the door behind him. Some part of
him was surprised at the gesture, but he was also realizing how vital these little things were to Blaine.
He'd heard the other boy's intense struggle for words just to say he was sorry and he knew how
uncomfortable his crying had made him. The easiest way for Blaine to communicate was through physical
actions and part of him knew its why he'd come on so strong when they'd met. He didn't know how to just
tell Kurt he liked him because when it came to Blaine, that was the only thing Kurt was sure about.
Blaine shouldered the door to his room open and waved Kurt inside. His stomach gave a funny jerk as he
remembered what they'd done the last time they'd been here. Behind him, he heard the heavy trunk
dragging across the floor as Blaine wedged it between the door and the dresser. His own clean and well-
cared for bag was dropped onto the bed with Blaine's half-shredded one. If it had been anyone else he
would have felt awkward just standing there with tears still pooling in his eyes. But for some reason he
didn't quite understand, with Blaine of all people, he didn't feel embarrassed or stupid or like he was
making things more difficult.
One of the dresser drawers being yanked open drew his attention. The apple from lunch was dropped
inside and the leather jacket was peeled off and draped over the little fridge. Blaine glanced at him almost
nervously and then shuffled backwards towards the opening in the wall where the bathroom was hidden.
Blaine cleared his throat roughly, and flipped a thumb over his shoulder, "I'm just gonna..."
He trailed off as he slipped behind the wall. A door creaked closed and Kurt was alone. Well, as alone as he
could get in the tiny apartment with paper-thin walls. Through the far wall he heard the sounds of a
television blaring some talk show and the cling of a toilet lid through the back wall were Blaine was. His
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eyes drifted to the bed again. After last time he didn't feel right sitting on it. But he couldn't just stand here
and let his mind wander back to
No. He didn't want to think about it.
The drawer that Blaine had opened was still slightly cracked. He hesitated for a moment, knowing Blaine
could very well get upset at him for going through his stuff, but he needed something to distract him
without Blaine in the room.
It rattled slightly as he pulled it open. Apples, oranges and a couple of bananas. Nothing particularly
exciting. So he opened the one next to it, and then the two on the row below. Every single one was full of
some type of foodhalf a dozen boxes of cereal; bags of cookies and chips; boxes of fruit snacks and
granola bars and just anything that didn't have to be cooked or kept cold. It was all tossed inside without a
thought to organization which was exactly what he'd expected. After a few minutes of rummaging
everything was stacked and ordered neatly. He felt a little more relaxed as he stood back up; organizing
things always help him calm down.
Blaine was still doing whatever in the bathroom. Part of him thought he knew the answer but really he
definitely didn't need to think about Blaine getting off ten feet away from where he stood. He looked
around for something else to organize, taking in the thick, copper pipes running parallel to the wall on the
far side of the dresser and the empty space next to the little counter in the corner beyond.
Something loud banged out in the parking lot and he whipped around. A car engine roared to life and
faded away as he stood staring at the door. And then his eyes dropped down to the heavy, well-worn
trunk.
He shouldn'the absolutely should not. But his mind wasn't in the mood to listen to him. He kneeled down
in front of it and glanced over towards the bathroom guiltily before lifting the lid. The hinges creaked a
little as the lid swung back against the wall.
The trunk was just as messy as the drawers had been. But the contents couldn't have been more different.
The top was layered with a tangled heap of clothes. He pulled them out with a frownhe hated seeing
people treat their clothes badly. A few hard tugs pulled them apart and he folded them into a little pile in
front of the dresser. A handful of mix-matched socks; a few pairs of boxer-briefs and boxers; half a dozen
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plain v-neck shirts; two pairs of jeans and a well-worn pair of Batman pajama pants. He looked at the sad
little pile when he'd finished. It wasn't even a tenth of his own closet.
Scattered around under the clothes were a dozen or so books, both paperback and hardcover, but all well-
worn with cracked spines. He pulled them out with interest, wondering just what Blaine read. For some
reason he'd pegged Blaine as the porn magazine type. The books surprised him quite a bit as he sorted
through them: Treasure Island, Fahrenheit 451, Lord of the Flies, The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Hobbit, the
entire Harry Potter series, several half-torn Goosebumps paperbacks...
And buried under those was a thick stack of comic books in the upper right corner. He thumbed through
them briefly. Comic books and superheroes had never really been his style though he had bought into the
Power Ranger craze when he was in first grade. The rest of the bottom was littered with a handful of polo
shirts and a dozen notebooks.
"If you're looking for lube and condoms they're in the nightstand."
Kurt startled and twisted around to find Blaine standing next to him. Blaine's eyes were focused on the
neat stacks surrounding Kurt as he continued speaking into the silence.
"I didn't realize you were so eager, Hummel. But really I don't mind prepping you up myself"
He'd never heard Blaine ramble but he was pretty sure that's what was happening. His tone was as cocky
as ever but his expression was just slightly flustered. And Kurt was certain it had everything to do with
him going through Blaine's stuff.
"unless you're into fingering yourself, but still I'd rather get to enjoy the show"
"Blaine..."
He was blushing now. For the first time in weeks Blaine was making him blush with the thoughts he was
putting into Kurt's head.
"and once you're all stretched and wet and moaning I bet I could just slide right in"
"Blaine!"
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Blaine's mouth snapped shut, but his eyes were a little dazed. He meant to apologize for going through
Blaine's things or just to say something but he didn't. Blaine eyed his belongings all neatly ordered for a
moment and then circled around Kurt, pressing his back to the wall between the door and window and
sliding down onto the floor next to him.
"I suppose for now I could settle for you organizing all this junk." Blaine said lightly, waving a hand at the
little bit of clutter still left in the trunk. The veins in his arms popped out as he rested his forearms on his
propped up knees. Warily, Kurt eyed him expecting for him to explode and throw him out in a split second.
When Blaine lazily raised his eyebrows and shot him a bored expression, Kurt reached back into the trunk
and pulled out the shirts. One red, another navy blue and a third white. He'd never seen Blaine wear any of
them in over six weeks of knowing each other.
"Dalton uniform." Blaine supplied, reaching forward and twisting the red polo around until Kurt could see
the white emblem denoting a capital D over the right breast. The navy polo had the same design but it was
red; the white one had a navy D. He folded them up and placed them with the other clothes.
"Why do you still have them?" Kurt couldn't help but ask. He didn't know anything about Blaine's time at
Dalton, or really anything about him beyond the here and now.
Blaine shrugged and said roughly, "They're good to sleep in once it gets colder and they still fit."
Kurt's eyes shifted to the tiny pile of clothes again. It made sense when he had so little to wear. His hand
started digging back through the trunk again, but he couldn't help but watch Blaine out of the corner of his
eye. There were so many questions he had. He didn't know where to begin or if he even should.
"Why did you leave Dalton?" He'd said it before he'd realized it. He almost expected the same reaction he'd
gotten when he'd asked about Blaine's parents but he was surprised. An equally curious expression was
directed at him, as if Blaine found his interest in him just as much of a mystery as Kurt found his past.
"I got kicked out...or expelled I guess." Blaine amended looking thoughtful, "They didn't call it expulsion
since it's a reform school and all that shit but that's basically what it amounted to."
"Oh..."Kurt said softly, slowly pulling out a few notebooks and setting them on his lap. He was surprised at
how forthright Blaine was being with all these answers. Maybe somehow he knew Kurt understood the
same way he understood with Kurt's father. "How...how long were you there?"
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But Blaine was now busy digging through his pocket and pulling out a carton of cigarettes and a purple
lighter. He shoved the moldy curtains aside and cracked the window, lighting up as Kurt watched in
disdain. The slightly smoky smell on his clothes and breath had given him away but somehow Kurt had
hoped it wasn't true.
"About a year or so."
Kurt had completely forgotten his question at the sight of Blaine smoking and the courtesy he was doing
by blowing the smoke out of the window and hanging the cigarette out of it.
"Sorry?"
Blaine raised an eyebrow and took another drag, turning back to the cracked window and exhaling the
smoke slowly, eyes drifting shut. He' never seen Blaine more at ease and calm than he was right now.
"I was at Dalton for a little over a year. I went there after juvie."
Kurt's stomach jolted at that word. A juvenile detention center. Even Puckerman hadn't managed to get
sent to one of those. Not yet at least. A place like that was either a last resort for kids who were extremely
troublesome or a home to law breakers. The thought had never even crossed his mind that Blaine would
have been in juvie. He twisted nervously now. Blaine was much more dangerous than he'd realized, wasn't
he?
"I didn't kill or rape anyone if that's what you're thinking."
Blaine was scowling darkly at him.
"What? NoI didn't think"
"You did." Blaine said tonelessly, "Everybody does when they find out."
The fact that Blaine expected that type of reaction was a painful pill to swallow. It reminded him of when
everyone had shied away in fear during their first chemistry lesson. Did everyone really treat him like that
where ever he went? Or when they saw the ankle monitor? How could he just accept that type of isolation
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and rejection? He wasn't sure if Blaine was mad at him or not, and he knew he shouldn't push his luck,
but...
"Then why were you...there?"
His lips didn't want to form the word. Blaine in juvie. He'd barely wrapped his mind around it. Blaine
looked surprised and Kurt knew nobody had ever probably bothered to ask for the truth. They'd just
made assumptions and ignored him.
"Bunch of reasons."
The vague reply was followed by a long drag on the cigarette.
"Like?" Kurt persisted. There was no way he was stopping until Blaine kicked him out or told him. With
everything that might be happening between them he had to know this before he did anything else. He
had to know just what exactly his heart was getting itself into.
"Theft, vandalism, assault and battery..."
Kurt's spine went rigid. The hand pulling out the last few notebooks lost all feeling and the notebooks
flapped back down uselessly.
"You-you" He was stuttering terribly. Judging by the look on Blaine's face his eyes were the size of a stop
sign.
"They knocked the shit out of me," Blaine snarled darkly, "So I just returned the favor. Unlike them I didn't
have a fancy lawyer for a father to get me off the hook."
There was so much anger and bitterness in those words. Kurt could only stare at him, suddenly realizing
how Blaine must have felt when he was crying earlier. He didn't know how to respond to something like
that; had never encountered anything quite as gut-wrenching and terrifying.
He watched Blaine take another drag on his cigarette.
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"Those things are so bad for you, Blaine." His voice wasn't as steady and exasperated as he would have
liked, but it was good enough.
A humorless chuckled echoed around him as Blaine mumbled, "I'm a hazard to myself regardless."
It was the most self-deprecating thing he'd ever heard Blaine say. A dull ache throbbed in his chest as he
watched Blaine stub out the cigarette on the window sill and then flick it out the window. He couldn't
believe the pieces of Blaine's life that were slowly forming together in front of him. He dug the dropped
notebooks back out of the trunk and something fluttered out of one of them.
Curious, he moved the notebooks to the pile he'd created for them and looked back inside. It was a
photograph. An old Polaroid but compared to the rest of the things Blaine owned it was meticulously
cared for. He glanced over at Blaine before he reached for it. The other boy was busy flicking his lighter
and clicking his tongue ring. He snatched the photograph up to take a better look.
A cheerful looking woman was seated at a piano facing away from it and towards the camera. Her hair was
dark and probably would have been wildly curly had it not been styled and pulled back. She reminded him
of someone though he couldn't place who it was until his eyes drifted to the little boy, no older than four
or five, sitting in her lap.
It was Blaine.
There was no doubt in his mind that it was Blaine.
He was practically a clone of the woman, who Kurt realized had to be his mother. He ran a finger over
their faces slowly, taking in the untamable curls that framed his face, the less defined but no less pointy
eyebrows. The only difference between them was the eyes; the woman's were a deep blue while his were
a warm hazel-green. Warm and not lustful or angry or cocky. And his smile...god, his smile could have put
the sun and the stars and the moon to shame. It looked so strange to him and it also made him realize
something that made his heart stop.
He'd never seen Blaine smile like that. Or even seen him happy. Not like he was in his mother's arms, his
face bright with laughter and his smile wide and open and so carefree...
"What's that?"
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Blaine was watching him, eyeing the picture in his hand. Heart hammering against his ribs, Kurt showed
him the picture. He had no idea how Blaine would react to him seeing something like this or even seeing
the picture himself. The picture was tugged gently out of his grasp and Kurt sat back on his heels,
watching Blaine's eyes roam over the image.
Sadness flickered in his eyes as he stared at his younger self. A sad yet fond smile pulled at the corner of
his mouth as he passed the photograph back to Kurt, "Just junk. Toss it back into one of those notebooks
or something. I don't care, Hummel."
He busied himself with stuffing his cigarettes and lighter back into his pocket. But Kurt couldn't take his
eyes off of him.
"Blaine," he began without any real idea of what he wanted to say. What could he say? Blaine was more
than ready to just brush this picture off like it was nothing...but Kurt couldn't just let this go.
Blaine glanced up from shifting the lighter in his pocket for the third time and met his eyes. His stomach
knotted up as he met that gaze but he needed to know. He wanted to know Blaine. He wanted Blaine to
know him.
"Is this your mother?" he asked softly, tracing a finger over the beautiful woman's frozen, smiling face.
"It was." Blaine said gruffly.
Kurt's finger paused at the tense change. Was. Was because she was dead nowhad been dead for ten
years. Ten years he'd grown and changed and learned without her. Changed into someone completely
unrecognizable as the little boy in the photograph he held.
"She"
Kurt startled at the hoarse sound of Blaine's voice interrupting his thoughts. He hadn't expected any more
information without questioning the other boy. But maybe, just maybe Blaine wanted to let him in and
help him understand his life. Or maybe he wanted to relate to him with their mothers. He didn't know, but
he hoped it was something good.
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Blaine's eyes were unfocused as they stared at the photograph still in Kurt's hands. His arms had looped
around his knees, drawing them closer to his chest. If he'd thought Blaine had looked vulnerable in that
empty classroom it was nothing compared to this. It was almost like a shadow of the little boy in the photo
had draped himself over Blaine. Blaine cleared his throat a little, and spoke softly, almost wistfully, "She
was a concert pianist. That's one of the only memories I have of her."
When Kurt looked confused at his vagueness, Blaine elaborated, "She started teaching me how to play
when I was about four I guess. I think I was five in that picture." he shrugged, looking horribly
uncomfortable with everything that had come spilling out of his mouth in the last few minutes.
"Her name was Lyra." he added lamely, running his hands through his curls and looking at anything but
Kurt's face.
That last statement would have been enough for Kurt to know the truthhis mother had been his entire
world. Between the photograph and the most personal information Blaine had ever given him being about
her he knew it was true.
And he understood it more than he wanted to. Even though his father had and always would play a huge
role in his life, his mother had understood him in ways that Burt couldn't. She'd helped him with fashion
and let him play with her makeup and shoes. She'd shown him how to bake his first cake and braid her
hair. Burt had tried to fill the gaping hole by playing tea party and buying him the clothes and toys he
wanted and not what he'd thought his son should have, but the ache was still there.
It was just the same with Blaine he knew. The wound had scabbed over but every now and again
something would pick that scab off and open it all up again.
Now Blaine had nobody. At sixteen he lived alone, with some help from his grandfather from what Kurt
had deduced. He was an orphan and already in all kinds of trouble. The eyebrow ring glinted in the dull
light from the single lamp in the room. Kurt took it all in. The ear piercings, the eyebrow piercing, the
slightly scruffy jaw and upper lip, the rebellious, dead, I-don't-give-a-fuck glow lingering in his eyes.
Was this a glimpse into his own future?
At six Blaine had last his mother. Kurt had lost his own at eight.
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Blaine's father had died when he was fourteen. Kurt was probably going to lose his at sixteen.
His life was spiraling into a sad imitation of Blaine's. Everything he was feeling now, Blaine had already
felthad already dealt with. He understood the fear crawling at Kurt's insides in a way that Finn, Carole,
and Mercedes never could.
A hand caught his wrist. He'd started trembling without even realizing it.
"Hey..."Blaine's smooth, soft voice felt like it was light years away and right in his ear at the same time.
His vision was blurring as a hesitant arm circled his waist.
The touch was the last chip in his resolve.
He buried his face into the crook of Blaine's neck as the tears fell fast, clutching desperately at the other
boy. He felt Blaine stiffen in alarm as he wrapped himself around him but he didn't care. He knew Blaine
understood even if he didn't know how to show it. The fact that he hadn't pushed him away was enough
for him right now.
He didn't expect anything else from himuntil he felt the uncertain hand still pressed against his side
tighten its hold.
Before he'd realized what was happening, Blaine had pulled him into his lap, back resting against the wall,
and stiffly wrapped his arms around him in an attempt to comfort.
The movement only made the tears fall faster because it said so much. Blaine was trying to make the effort
even if he didn't know how. And for the first time he wasn't doing it for his own pleasure or gainhe was
doing it for Kurt.
He didn't know how long they stayed like that. Hiccups racked his body as the tears finally stopped. A car
door slammed outside of the room followed by the creek of the end apartment's front door. It slammed
shut a moment later. Kurt could hear the occupant shuffling around inside as Blaine's shoulder shifted
against his cheek.
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After Blaine started shifting beneath him more restlessly, he pulled back and dabbed at his eyes and
cheeks with his sleeve. The warm hand still tangled around his waist moved to the top of his thigh,
rubbing gently.
"You know that blowjob offer still stands, babe."
Kurt hiccupped out a little laugh even though he knew Blaine was probably serious about the offer. The
familiarity of the comment eased the ache in his chest just a bit.
He twisted out of Blaine's lap, and crawled over to where he'd dropped his bag earlier.
"Are we still working on that analysis?" Kurt asked, ignoring the offer. He pulled out his pre-calculus
textbook and his chemistry notebook, searching for the little paperback novel.
A hand pulled the math book out of the pile.
"I'd rather help you with this, Hummel. It's much easier." Blaine said, shaking the book in his face, "If you
get this done now then we'll have all weekend for some fun."
Kurt froze at the emphasis Blaine had placed on the last word. He knew Blaine cared about him in some
way now. And he wanted to be close with him and do things. But not more than they'd already done. He
wasn't sure if he was ready for thator if Blaine would drop him once he got laid.
"I hardly think doing schoolwork all weekend is going to be fun." Kurt replied calmly, letting Blaine take
his book and notebook and settle on the bed. Suddenly nervous, Kurt turned back to the piles he'd created
and placed them inside of the trunk wedged between the door and dresser.
"What section did you do today?"
Kurt paused at the question. He honestly had no idea. The last thing he'd been was focused during his
math class earlier.
"II don't know. I wasn't really paying attention..."
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"No wonder you don't understand this shit." Blaine said dryly, rolling his eyes and flipping to the front of
Kurt's notebook for the syllabus. "Did you get a homework schedule or anything?"
Kurt sunk onto the bed next to him, no answering as Blaine flipped through the pages next to him. The
curtains were drawn shut like last time but he could already tell it was dark. He fought down a yawn as
Blaine's voice rattled off the assignment behind him, his eyes fluttering shut at the soothing voice.
"Problems thirty-five through fifty-one, odd only...Hummel? Kurt!"
His shoulder was shaken roughly and he shook himself.
Blaine was giving him a funny look when he stood up.
"I should go. It's g-g-getting late," Kurt yawned, putting his things back in his bag as Blaine circled around
to the door.
He'd expected Blaine to be moving the trunk when he spun around to leave, not physically blocking him
from the door. A moment later he thought he understood the reason, but how Blaine had known didn't
make any sense to him.
Something glass had shattered against the pavement outside. Loud, drunken laughter echoed through the
thin wall. The sound of another bottle shattering closer to the room made Blaine glance over at the
window, his eyes narrowed shrewdly.
Kurt stifled a third yawn as Blaine looked back at him.
"No. You're" he looked agitated as another bottle shattered, followed by catcalls and rowdy shouts of
laughter. "You shouldn't be driving. It's late...you're tired."
Kurt was still staring transfixed at the door when a fourth bottle slammed into it, popping the door up just
a crack and shattering as another chorus of laughter surrounded them. He jumped back towards the bed
as Blaine toed the door shut again and took his bag from him.
"Just...fuck...you can stay here tonight, okay babe?"
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He wasn't sure he liked that idea at all. Alone in the same room with Blaine for a whole night. He didn't
trust either of them to not touch each other. But the drunken laughter was still loud outside of the door
and he really didn't want to see what that was all about. Especially not when it seemed to make Blaine
nervous.
"I don't have my facial creams oror pajamas or a toothbrush or" he protested pointlessly as several
vulgar swears ruptured the silence inside the room.
Without a word, Blaine pushed his trunk open and tossed him the Batman pajama pants.
"There. Go change or whatever in the bathroom. I'll change here."
"But my teeth and face"
"I've got a new toothbrush on the sink I haven't used yet. And I'm sure your face will survive one night."
Blaine hadn't met his eyes the entire time he'd been talking, almost as if he was ashamed of the
disturbance still taking place outside of his apartment. He kicked his boots off and into the corner,
completely relaxed as he stripped his shirt off with Kurt still standing there staring at him.
"Staying for the show, baby?"
Blushing, Kurt hurried back to the little bathroom. It took him a good minute to figure out how to flip the
light bulb on where it was sticking perpendicularly out of the wall above the medicine cabinet. Another
five minutes were wasted on convincing himself to actually put on Blaine's pajama pants.
He stared at himself in the little, cracked mirror as he brushed his teeth. God, he looked like a train wreck.
His eyes were still puffy from crying. The end of his nose was slightly red. His lips were dry and chapped.
He rinsed his mouth out and left the toothbrush on the sink next to Blaine's, feeling incredibly weird as he
looked at the pair. He pulled his jacket and tie off but hesitated when it came to his shirt. A dress shirt was
really not an ideal shirt to sleep in, but he felt too embarrassed to take it offeven if Blaine had seen him
shirtless. He was too shy and modest about his appearance, and he didn't think he could trust Blaine to
keep his hands to himself if he walked out there half naked.
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Feeling slightly foolish as he went back into the main room, he tugged at the bottom of his shirt, staring
hard at the floor as he put his folded up clothes next to the mini-fridge.
"Hummel, I've seen your dick. There's really no reason for the shirt to stay on unless you want it ruined."
He hated that Blaine knew him well enough now to call him on that. He was just formulating a snappy
comeback as he spun around but it died in his mouth. Blaine was standing on the far side of the bed, arms
folded across his bare, toned chest, smirking broadly at him, clad only in a pair of black boxer-briefs.
Kurt gulped instead and looked away as Blaine laughed at him. He heard the bed creak as Blaine hopped
under the blankets.
"Well come on. Strip for me and get over here."
His neck and face were burning as he unbuttoned the shirt and folded it up, placing it on the pile. He really
didn't want to ruin it and it wasn't like he had anything to hide. His hands still twisted nervously as he
turned around, eyes still downcast. The blush was spreading to his clavicles as he dropped on to the edge
of the bed.
This was such a bad idea. He should just wait until whatever was going on in the parking lot stopped and
then leave. Another yawn expanded like a bubble inside of his chest as a hand pressed him into a laying
position. Still, he made sure he was facing away from Blaine in the hopes that things wouldn't get carried
away.
Blaine's chest brushed the back of his shoulder as he reached over Kurt to turn off the light. He shivered
slightly at the warm skin, curling the blankets up around his chest, and trying to act like it hadn't
happened. There was no way he was ready for what Blaine was probably hoping for right now.
Part of him wanted the arm to retreat back to Blaine's side of the bed. Another part wanted it wrapped
around him as he fell asleep. He knew he liked Blaine and wanted to get to know him but god, he was still
so unsure when it came to all of this physical intimacy. A second later, Blaine didn't give him much of a
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He meshed his chest into the curve of Kurt's back, sliding an arm around his waist, fingers rubbing into his
hipbone. For once he didn't even startle at the touch or Blaine's eager lips pressing against his neck. A
dreamy sigh slipped past his lips. He'd missed this; had missed Blaine touching him and just being close.
"Blaine..." he said resignedly, as the other boy ground his half-hard cock against his ass. "We've got school
in the morning. We should sleep..."
But Blaine just hummed against his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the back of his neck and
down his back. He felt his skin contract at the new sensation, his breathes shortening. His stomach
fluttered as Blaine's lips moved lower and then up towards his ribs, ghosting over the soft skin as he
pushed Kurt's arm out of his way.
"Blaine." he said more firmly as his lips moved down his side, slowly edging towards the elastic of his
pajama pants. He got no response except a palm rubbing over his cock. A sharp gasp was torn from his
throat as Blaine sucked the skin over his hipbone between his teeth and cupped his balls, rolling them
gently in his hand.
Blaine was completely hard against his ass now and it was taking every ounce of his considerable
willpower to not grind back against him.
"Blaine," he said again, his voice cracking and breathless as he rolled over to try and convince Blaine to
stop, "We can't do this"
Immediately he knew this was a mistake.
The hand on his hip pulled them together, bare chest to bare chest making Kurt's breath stutter. Blaine's
other hand grabbed the cheek resting on the pillow and smashed their lips together.
And then Blaine was kissing him senseless and in a way he'd never kissed him before. It was still heavy
and fast, but there wasn't the usual underlying sense of urgency and hormone driven need. There was a
passion to it that literally stole the air from Kurt's lungs. He was dizzy as he pulled away from Blaine's lips,
allowing himself to be rolled onto his back. Blaine's warm weight settled between his thighs, his lips
nipping down his chin to his throat.
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"You taste so good." Blaine whispered against his Adam's apple. Kurt moaned softly as he licked at the
exposed flesh, pressing his head back into the pillow farther to give Blaine more access. Slowly, Blaine's
tongue dragged down his neck to where his clavicles met. On instinct, Kurt dug his fingers into Blaine's
curls, trying to press his mouth closer to his skin, to have more of the contrast between the hard bead of
his tongue ring and his soft wet tongue.
"You're so hot for this, aren't you?" Blaine said softly, grabbing his hips and thrusting slowly against him.
A flash of pleasure shot down his spine as his hips snapped up to meet Blaine's. The hands fisted in
Blaine's curls yanked his face back up to his swollen lips, clinking their teeth together loudly as he pulled
Blaine down for a fierce kiss.
Blaine's groan rumbled against his chest as he thrust down against Kurt again. Fuck, it felt incredible.
Through the thin fabrics he could actually feel Blaine's cock pressed against his own. Why had they done
this with jeans before? This was a million times better than just a vaguely hard bulge sliding roughly
against him through a thick pair of jeans. Anda shot of scalding hot arousal pulsed through himit would
probably feel indescribable once they were skin to skin.
Suddenly he needed more; needed Blaine pressed so tightly to him that the heat from their bodies would
melt them together until they were one. He wrapped his ankles over the back of Blaine's thigh, the coarse
hairs rubbing against the heel of his feet, as he pulled him closer.
"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine whispered against his lips, rolling his hips down harder. And then his lips left Kurt's
again. With a growl of frustration Kurt made a move to yank him back up. He never wanted Blaine to stop
kissing him. The things that boy did with his tongue should be something he never had to stop enjoying.
He propped himself up on his elbows when Blaine resisted his yank, wondering just what the hell Blaine
had in mind that could possibly be better than kissing each other breathless, when a jolt shot through his
left nipple.
"Oh, fucking hell." he breathed out as Blaine's lips sucked roughly at his nipple. His elbows gave out under
him as he fell back into the mattress with a loud, throaty moan. Scratchy stubble was tickling against his
ribs as hot air ghosted across his flesh from where Blaine's nose was pressed against his chest.
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With a faint pop Blaine gave his now taut nipple a last lingering suck. Above him Kurt whimpered, hands
gripping hard into the sheets, his toes curling as his raised his hips seeking some sort of friction for his
aching cock.
Soft kisses trailed across his sternum and he knew what was coming nextor he'd thought he had. He cried
out a string of incoherence as Blaine pressed him down harder into the mattress. This time teeth had
latched onto his right nipple, biting gently and sucking hard as Blaine pushed his hips down, pinning his
own to the bed. He was breathing hard when Blaine finally released his nipple, his lips tracking back up
his chest to his ear lobe, which he flicked his tongue against.
Kurt whined loudly, not caring if Blaine's neighbors or all of Lima heard him at this point. Every touch of
Blaine's fingers against his hips, every swipe of his tongue against his skin was making him throb
painfully. His balls were tingling, and the head of his cock was begging for some sort of friction to appease
the ripples of pleasure prickling through it.
"Still against that blowjob?"
Blaine's hot breath tickled his ear as he spoke. Kurt froze at the suggestion, panting as Blaine nuzzled his
nose against the curve of his jaw. God, this boy...
"Please..." he begged, his voice faint as he sucked in another huge breath. He was ready. "Please, Blaine."
Blaine hummed against his cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth, "Please, what, baby?"
He knew what Blaine wanted him to say. And he also knew Blaine didn't actually expect him to say it
because he was so shy about this type of thing.
"I want my cock in your throat, damnit."
Blaine's lips froze against his cheek. He could feel Blaine's stomach moving against his own as he breathed
heavily; could feel his heart pounding against his own.
"God, finally." Blaine moaned, swiftly pushing himself down Kurt's body.
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A few sloppy kisses across his stomach were all Kurt was aware of before Blaine was pulling his pants and
boxer-briefs down his legs until they were a puddle somewhere under the blanket. He barely had any time
to prepare himself before Blaine's tongue was pressed against the underside of his cock and his hands was
kneading his balls. His hips jolted up at the touch until a firm hand held them down. Whimpering he
shifted around, trying to seek out the warm breath he could feel expelling from Blaine's mouth.
And then Blaine's tongue was licking up the pre-cum leaking down his head, before he parted his lips and
slide through hard him, sinking down onto Kurt's cock. The only thing that prevented him from slamming
his himself down Blaine's throat was the hand still holding him down by the hip. He thought he was going
to explode before Blaine had even started. His mouth was so warm and wet and then he hollowed out his
lips and pulled back up, sucking hard.
"Oh my god, Blaine."
He knew he was shouting now. But fuck he didn't care. Blaine's perfect mouth was sliding back down his
cock until he felt his head hit the back of his throat. The only thing he could do was tangle his hand in
Blaine's hair again and moan. Blaine's head start bobbing up and down under his hand, each suck making
it harder for Kurt to breathe. His hips were jerking slightly even with Blaine's hands holding him down, he
could feel the heat building in his lower stomach and knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
The warm, steady pressure was tingling through his balls as Blaine twisted his tongue around the head of
his cock as he sucked him hard.
"Fuck." he whimpered, yanking hard on Blaine's curls to try and pull him up, "Blaine-I-I'm going to"
A deep groan quivered around his cock when he yanked on Blaine's head again. He didn't back off though,
he just moved his mouth faster, sucking more firmly. God, Blaine wanted him towanted to swallow
He couldn't even finished the thought as Blaine sunk all the way down on his cock, nose pressed into his
navel, hand squeezing his balls as the heat curling in his stomach snapped.
"Blaine!" he shouted, "Oh god, Blaine!"
His cock was twitching in Blaine's throat as he came, digging his fingernails into Blaine's scalp hard
enough to draw blood. He collapsed into the mattress, winded, his body shivering with pleasure. A soft
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hum around his cock, followed by a faint pop as Blaine pulled off, made him wince slightly. He was
softening quickly and already getting extremely sensitive.
Blaine hovered over him, bowing his head to capture his mouth is a soft kiss. It was salty and warmer than
it had been before and Kurt would have groaned if he'd had any energy left in him. Blaine was letting him
taste himself again.
They kissed slowly for a few minutes before Kurt became aware that something hard was still jutting
against his hip. Slowly, he pressed his thigh against Blaine's hardness, eliciting a whimper from the other
boy. He could feel Blaine's arms shaking where they were supporting him above him. The difference
between last time and now was startling. He was holding himself back and not demanding to get off. The
realization hit Kurt hard as Blaine pulled his hips back: he'd done this to make him, Kurt, feel good and not
himself. Without a thought, he locked his leg around Blaine's thigh, looped his arms around his neck and
rolled them over. It surprised him slightly when Blaine didn't fight him to be on top. Of course it had also
surprised him with how gentle their last kiss had been.
Blaine's hands traced over his ass and he adjusted until his thigh was rubbing against Blaine. Blaine sighed
softly, letting Kurt press a few gentle kisses to his neck, as he thrust back again Kurt's thigh.
"Fuck, I'm so close, baby." Blaine groaned, pulling Kurt down to kiss him hard. Kurt let his hands wander
across Blaine's arms and chest, feeling Blaine's stomach contract when he lightly ran his fingers over the
sides of his rib cage. A loud gasp echoed into Kurt's mouth and his hips jerked hard against Kurt's thigh.
Kurt pressed down harder, dragging himself over Blaine faster, knowing he was teetering right on the
edge of his orgasm.
"Shit!"Blaine broke his lips away, turning his head to the side as he frantically thrust up against Kurt. Kurt
watched his eyes slide closed and his lips part as the rush hit him. God, he'd never seen anything more
beautiful.
When Blaine's hips stopped jerking up he let himself collapse onto Blaine's chest. The dampness from
Blaine's boxer-briefs was pressing against him but he didn't really care. Everything about this had been
unbelievable. He placed a soft kiss on Blaine's cheek, wrapping himself tightly around the other boy as his
eye lids began to droop. Blaine's strong arms secured themselves around him as his breathing evened out.
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He'd been wrong, he decided as he pulled the blanket up over them and snuggled more into Blaine's
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Chapter Thirteen
There was something heavy pressing down on his lungs. Something warm and soft and comforting, but it
was also attempting to suffocate him. Blaine blinked his eyes open, squinting in the morning sunlight
trickling through a part in the curtains, with every intention of shoving whatever was trying to smother
him off. There was a load of stringy brown stuff tickling his face as the warm something shifted around on
top of him. Odd.
The small part of his brain that was coherent enough to form a logical response to his situation supplied
the answer for him: hair. The brown string was hair that smelt vaguely like vanilla and jasmine. The
warmth shifted some more, sliding down off his chest and burrowing itself against his side.
Kurt.
Soft, even breaths tickled across his chest as Kurt nuzzled his cheek into the crook between Blaine's neck
and shoulder. A pale arm tangled itself around him, fingers grazing over the skin on the side of his ribcage.
He shuddered a bit at the touch, Adam's apple bobbing. In the two years since he'd started physically
fooling around with other guys he'd never known how sensitive his sides were. It was nice really, he
decided as he felt Kurt sigh against him, everything about Kurt was nice.
And that was what worried him so much. All of this was new, so completely new. It was a wasteland of
uncharted territory. The thoughts that ran through his mind, the way his heart raced when he was around
Kurtthere was no way this was normal. He didn't understand what all of this met, or why he was feeling
these things. But he knew he was feeling something and the very thought terrified him. He'd swore off that
kind of shit years ago, back when he'd been taunted and had the crap knocked out of him two or three
times a week. When he'd come home to find his father passed out drunk on the couch, his step-mother
pretending everything was perfectly normal, and his little sister's eyes full of innocence and wonder,
completely oblivious to anything out of the ordinary in their house.
Hell, he'd cut himself of from feeling anything after his mother had died and his father couldn't look at him
anymore. Because he reminded him of her with his smile and his thick, dark curls, and his love for playing
the piano that she'd cherished.
Frowning, he shook himself a bit. God, he hadn't thought about those things in years. He'd been trying to
forget it all since he'd been dropped off at this shithole apartment in May. They weren't his family
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anymorenot even Lily. He'd done his best to forget he had a baby sister he was forbidden from ever
seeing again.
Kurt shifted against him again, then rolled to face away from him and the window, pulling the pillow lying
there into a tight hug. It was Kurt that was doing all of this to him. Making him feel things and remember
things. He was like some sort of weird electrical shockwave coursing across his skin and through his veins.
Only he didn't fade away, he pulsed stronger with every second, awakening parts of him that even Blaine
hadn't known existed.
A shiver ran its way down his spine at the loss of Kurt's warm embrace. But he didn't miss it. No, he
couldn't afford to miss something as trivial as that. It was a sinful pleasure he enjoyed because it got him
off and then he was done until he needed another fix. And it was that simple, he thought himself, it
couldn't be anything else. He shook himself again and ignored the urge to curl up behind the other boy.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he grimaced as he caught sight of his now ruined boxer-briefs.
He couldn't afford that either.
He stripped them off and cast them into the little waste basket in the corner. It was the newest addition to
his roomhe gotten bored over the weekend and gone dumpster diving behind the Wal-Mart. He'd found a
little phone with an answering machine as well, but he hadn't bothered setting it up yet. A quick glance at
the clock told him they still had two hours before school started. He shuffled around the cold room,
slammed his heel into the heater unit to get it running again and grabbed some random clothes from his
weirdly organized trunk. An almost fond smile tugged at his lips before he stopped himself.
He couldn't get attached. Feeling things for others only got you hurt. But that didn't change one important
thing: Kurt was his. Nobody else was going to have him if he had anything to say about it. He'd marked
that beautiful boy and nobody was going to take him away from him.
The bathroom door thumped closed behind him a few moments later.

Kurt woke up with a crick in his neck and a cold draft breezing over his body. It took him a moment to
realize he was lying in a bed that wasn't his own and that he was very, unbelievably naked. The sheets
were twisted around his shins and he felt embarrassed and shy as he bolted into a sitting position,
fumbling for the sheets as a shield from any prying eyes. But the roomBlaine's roomwas empty. He
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glanced at the little clock on the nightstand. An hour and a half until they had to be at school. God, his hair
was going to be a mess, and his face was going to freckle and break out and get all puffy because he hadn't
done anything to it.
Something clattered to the ground on the other side of the wall. It took him a moment to register the
sound of rushing water. Blaine must be in the shower. The mental image that accompanied that thought
really did nothing to stop him from blushing at the empty room.
After a few more moments of sitting there awkwardly he clamped the sheets around his waist and
scooped up his clothes, grimacing at the thought of wearing them over. If he hurried he'd still have time
for a quick shower at home and a new, fresh outfit. Because there was no way he could show up to school
in the same outfit two days in row. His friends would notice, though he could probably get away with it
given everything going on in his life.
He dug through the rumpled blanket on the bed, pulling out the Batman pajama pants and his boxer-
briefs. Just the thought of his underwear in Blaine's pants kept his blush burning. A few fumbling minutes
later he'd pulled his clothes on as the shower stopped behind him. He almost caved to the sudden urge to
just grab his bag and leave, but he couldn't seem to move his feet. Why was he so embarrassed? God, he'd
loved everything about last night. It had still been Blaine's fast and slightly rough pace, but the undertones
of sweetness were still making his stomach swoop.
Out of sight, the bathroom door creaked open and Blaine shuffled around the wall with a toothbrush
dangling out of his mouth. His hair was dripping wet, leaving trails of water coasting down his neck and
bare chest to the patch of dark hair on his lower stomach. Kurt had never really thought he'd have a thing
for stomach or chest hair, but he really couldn't stop staring at where the dark trail dipped below the
elastic band of Blaine's boxers. Briefly he wondered if the trail would continue its trek north over the next
couple of years. He certainly hoped it wouldand that'd be still have the chance to touch and taste it.
It was an awkward moment when they finally met each other's eyes. Half of him wanted to pull Blaine into
his arms and kiss him and say good morning and just pretend everything was simple and perfect. But he
knew things were far from that between them. They liked each otherdid things together that Kurt had
only thought he'd do in a committed relationshipbut neither of them seemed to be able to admit to
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"Bathrooms open." Blaine grumbled around his toothbrush, dribbling toothpaste down his chin in the
process.
Despite himself, Kurt smiled a little at the sight. The Blaine he was hopelessly falling for was there for only
him to see, and opening up like a flower did in the early dawn hours. Because he was falling; tumbling,
spiraling, diving head first into the deep end and probably going to crash into a wall and shatter his heart
into a million pieces. God, this was all going to hurt so much if everything he thought was real to him
wasn't real to Blaineif he was just making everything up in his head.
He reached up and wiped the toothpaste off Blaine's scratchy chin, unable to stop the smile from widening
across his face. Blaine flushed at the gesture, eyes flickering away almost bashfully, and really it was the
most adorable thing Kurt could have dreamed up. And Kurt knew there was more than just steel and ice in
Blaine's heart as the briefest little glimmer of happiness sparkled in those hazel-green eyes. There was
something amazing in there waiting to show itself to him; he would just have to be patient.
"I'm just gonna brush my teeth and then head home and shower and change." he said quietly, walking
around Blaine towards the bathroom, "Do...do you want to go with me?"
"Depends on how far it is." Blaine answered, shaking his leg out like a dog. The ankle monitor clinked
gently as Kurt's eyes follow Blaine's line of sight. He wanted so desperately to ask, but they really didn't
have the time. He didn't think Blaine would give him a lot of answers right now anyway. There had already
been so much he'd learned just from last night.
After a quick brush and a slight hesitation of whether or not he should keep his toothbrush here for the
future, he left the bathroom empty handed. Blaine was fully dressed now, his bag slung over his shoulder
as he tugged his trunk back under the window. They left quickly, hopping into his Navigator and pulling
out onto Thomas Street, back tracking past McKinley's still empty lots, and north towards the better
neighborhoods.
Blaine's eyes were trained on his mileage tracker and Kurt knew he was just waiting for it to hit close to
whatever his radius of life was. But he didn't stop him as he turned down Landing Drive and pulled into
the left side of his driveway. Swallowing the lump in his throat at the sight of his father's Mustang he killed
the engine and got out. Silently, Blaine followed him, taking in their new surrounding as Kurt unlocked the
door and set his bag down.
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Blaine kicked the door closed behind them and Kurt almost snapped at him not to because he didn't want
to get yelled at for leaving dirty footprints on the door. He couldn't bring himself to do it though. Now that
he was in his house, could see and smell his father's presence all around him, his didn't trust himself to
speak. Five days. It was the first time he'd been home in the five days since his father's heart attack. His
father would probably never get the chance to yell at him for such a trivial thing againor for bring Blaine
home, or befriending him or just anything.
He pulled the door to his basement bedroom open and clomped down the staircase with Blaine trotting
behind him. Blaine plopped down on his bed as Kurt rummaged for a simple outfit to wear. He almost
started striping off his dirty clothes but the way Blaine's dark eyes were trained on him from where he
was reclined on the bed stopped him.
"No need to be so shy, baby. I've had your damn cock down my throat, don't you remember?"
Of course he remembered. The memory of it still set his skin on fire and made his toes curl in his shoes. He
shucked his shirt and jacket into his laundry basket, kicked his shoes off and tossed his socks in as well.
Then he headed into his private bathroom with Blaine's amused voice echoing after him.
"Tease!"
Kurt showered quickly, did a fast run through on his facial moisturizing routine, and then spent another
fifteen minutes coiffing his hair just right. It was only when he had finished everything that he stopped
long enough to see the new little bite marks all over his neck. There was no way a scarf would be able to
cover all of that. He dug through his cabinet for his concealing lotion and smeared it all over his neck
before rushing back into his room.
Or at least he tried toBlaine was leaning against the wall next to the doorway and blocked his exit when
he appeared.
"Blaine, move. We're going to be late"
Blaine's eyes were spanning the column of his neck, and there was a hint of disapproval and anger there
that Kurt didn't quite understand. He grabbed Kurt by the hips, pinning them together. His eyes were dark
with a dozen different emotions that Kurt could barely grasp before they settled on possessionhe wasn't
happy with Kurt's cover up.
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"I marked you up for a reason, Hummel." he dragged a finger through the make-up, smudging it and
uncovering part of the biggest hickey, "And it wasn't so you could test out your make-up."
"Then w-w-why did you?" Kurt gasped as Blaine sucked at the newly revealed mark and pressed him back
into the wall. God, he hoped that concealing lotion wasn't toxic.
"I want everyone to know. To see you wear these proudly, shamelessly." he whispered against Kurt's skin,
scraping his teeth over the marks and quickly soothing his tongue over the sharp prick of pain, "I want
them to see and know that it was my lips that put that there." He kissed the spot softly and traced his hand
down to Kurt's hip, pressing into the bruise he'd left there, "And this one is for you. So you remember that
you're mine and nobody else's. And when you touch yourself and think about me at night, you'll run your
fingers over it and remember how good it felt to have my tongue there"Kurt whimpered as Blaine's lips
cupped his chin. "How much you want my mouth to explore every part of you."
He shuddered as Blaine's thumb pressed hard into the bruise and came to a quick decision. They were
going to be so very late todayif they even made it to school at all.
He pulled Blaine's lips up to his in a hard, searing kiss. As Blaine's hands reached up and grabbed his face
he sighed against his lips, letting Blaine's tongue slip into his mouth. He was so content in Blaine's arms no
matter what was going on around himincluding the soft footsteps echoing down the stairs.
"Kurt, are you here?...Kurt! Oh thank god! I've been so"
Him and Blaine broke apart and away from the wall, but Blaine's hands slid down to his back, keeping him
firmly pressed against him as he rubbed soft circles into his lower back. Carole had stopped on the last
step, her jaw dangling around her knees as she stared at them.
"...um, worried." she finished lamely, stepping fully into the room, her cheeks tinged pink. She was staring
at where their bodies were pressed together still looking thoroughly surprised by Blaine's presence.
Embarrassed Kurt pulled out of Blaine's embrace and hugged himself. He'd completely forgotten to call
Carole and tell her he wasn't staying at her house last night. Or that he wasn't going to the hospital or just
to tell her anything.
"Carole, I'm so sorry. I just...last night I couldn't stand to go back and sit there and I justwe were working
on our project at Blaine's and just"
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Carole was at his side in a second, taking him gently by the shoulders and making him look at her, "It's
okay, sweetheart. I know how hard all of this is on you. Just, please call me next time you aren't coming to
my house. Tell me where you are and who you're with."
Her eyes fell on a spot behind his shoulderBlaine. For just having his tongue down the boy's throat he'd
completely forgotten he was still in the room. Carole looked at him expectantly, and just by the little smile
he saw in her eyes he relaxed. He turned around and tugged a very resistant Blaine forward by the arm.
"Carole, this is Blaine. He's" he paused, not entirely sure where they stood anymore. Blaine wanted to
claim him as his alone it seemed but he couldn't even admit to liking him. God, he didn't know anymore.
"We're"
"We're fuck buddies."
"Oh my god. We are not." Kurt insisted crossly, face burning at the way Carole was mouthing at them
wordlessly.
"Really?" Blaine said slyly, nudging him with his shoulder, "Do you have a better explanation for why my
stomach's still digesting your semen?"
The asshole was back. Kurt glared at him furiously, but couldn't bring himself to refute that statement
because it was fucking true. He missed the simplicity of Blaine's moments of sweetness already. But there
was still a comforting reassurance in knowing that Blaine was still Blaine. He hadn't completely changed,
or maybe changed at all. Perhaps the softness had always been there and it had taken Kurt's presence to
unbury it. At least until they weren't alone.
"Blaine, that's a very rude thing to say." Carole told him, falling into mom mode, and shooting Kurt a
questioning look.
The cocky grin was almost wolf-like as he traced his eyes over Kurt. "We did a lot of rude things last night
that had him screaming."
He was so infuriating. It's was like he couldn't make up his mind if he wanted to hold onto Kurt or shove
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hope he choked on himself. But it was way too early for him to try and figure out the physics behind such a
feat, so he settled for angrily stalking off up the stairs, ignoring Carole's plea for him to stop.
His feet had barely reached the landing when a hand slide into his, spinning him around and pressing him
close to a warm, hard body.
"Get off, Blaine." he snarled.
As usual Blaine didn't listen. He held him close, tilting their foreheads together, his hands resting on Kurt's
hips. His breath was shaky as if he'd just vaulted up the stairs after Kurt. His anger flickered away just a
little bit at the thought.
"I'mshit, look II'm sorry, all right?" Blaine's hands slid up his sides and neck, cupping his jaw as his
thumbs brushed against Kurt's cheeks. The gesture was incredibly intimate for Blaine and he really
wished it would happen more. It also didn't escape his notice how much easier that apology had beenor
that it had only happened when they were alone.
"Why do you have to say such stupid things?" Kurt said in frustration, "Don't you know how that...how it
makes me feel?"
"I...fuck, I don't know. I just do." Blaine grumbled, stroking his fingers through the hair at the base of Kurt's
neck. But Kurt knew he was lying, could feel it in the way he shifted against him restlessly. Blaine knew
exactly why he said such crude things. Only he didn't trust Kurt enough to tell himhe didn't seem to trust
anyone completely. Kurt couldn't really blame him from the little he did know about Blaine. Why was it
every time he learned more about Blaine he felt like he'd never learned anything at all? He'd uncover one
secret and realize there were a hundred more attached to it.
"I wish you wouldn't do that just because we aren't alone." Kurt said quietly.
He hated how easily Blaine had gotten to him with one simple, idiotic comment. God, he was going to
drown in this boy if he kept this going. He was already raising his chin up towards the sky to put it off just
a little bit longer; to feel that golden sunlight warm his face for another moment before he sunk beneath
the surface. He'd told himself he'd need patience to get through all the barriers and shields Blaine had
erected, but whether or not he had the strength to survive it was something he wasn't ready to find out.
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"I'd say I won't, but I don't think that's a promise I can keep." Blaine whispered against his lips and Kurt
melted against them despite his reservations. His lips moved softly against his own, just a light, moist
pressure as if a butterfly's wing was fluttering against them. And he knew. Blaine was so worth the effort
and the pain as long as he always felt this way when they were together.
A throat was cleared sharply behind them and Kurt jumped away from Blaine, spinning around to find
Carole watching them again.
"You boys are going to be late for school if you don't hurry." she said simply, and there was a smile in her
eyes as she watched them interact. Kurt found himself smiling as well as Blaine brushed a stray hair off of
his forehead. He shuffled off towards the hall and scooped up his bag, Blaine and Carole following behind
him.
They'd almost made it out the door when Carole stopped them.
"One more thing," she said catching Blaine by the elbow. He jerked away from her grasp looking
astonished that she actually touched him.
"Blaine I want your address and phone number for whenever Kurt's at your house again."
Blaine simply raised his eyebrows, still looking shocked at the gentle hand that was back on his elbow.
When he didn't answer, Kurt spoke up.
"317 Thomas Street, apartment 5C." But he stopped after that. He didn't think Blaine had a phone or any
other way to get in contact with him than to physically go to his place.
Carole typed it into her phone and said, "And the phone number?"
"Don't have one." Blaine told her simply. Shifting his bag around on his shoulder and pulling the front door
open.
Carole looked both confused and amazement at his words. "You don'tbut surely your parents need one"
She'd said the magic word, Kurt knew. Blaine flinched at his side and when he spoke his voice could have
cut a diamond.
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"I don't have those either."
Kurt shot her an apologetic look as Blaine strutted out of the house, and promised to explain
just everything better later.
The ride to McKinley was silent. Part of him was surprised that Blaine had actually admitted such a thing
to Carole. He'd didn't entirely understand why he'd done that. He probably never would have told Kurt if
he hadn't asked him directly. Was he trying to scare Carole off? Because Kurt knew how Carole was, and
once they sat down at the hospital this afternoon and he explained everything she'd probably be over at
Blaine's apartment everyday with a pot of stew, a bag of Finn's old clothes and try to squeeze him to death.
He really couldn't see Blaine just doing a roundabout and falling into her arms weeping. There was even a
plausible scenario of that happening with him, and he was almost one hundred percent positive that if
anyone would get pass all of Blaine's barriers it was going to be him.
School went by almost too fast for him that day. He barely remembered sitting down in English before he
was speeding through a French lecture and dodging sticky spitballs from Azimio. Time whipped ahead of
him again and he was tinkering through a chemistry lab assignment while across the room Blaine
"accidentally" set some jock's lab coat on fire. It was one of Karofsky's group Kurt knew and just the fact
that Blaine was giving them a taste of their own shit brightened his day just a bit.
He didn't hang around to see anyone after the final bell. As much as he'd dreaded going to the hospital
yesterday he hated that he'd been apart from his father for so long. It was one of the most bizarre feelings
he'd ever had. As soon as he pulled into the visitor's lot he just wanted to pull right now out on to the
highway and leave. Carole was just finishing her shift when he got there and they spent the better part of
the next three hours curled up on the little cot that was now a permanent fixture in his father's room.
And he just unloaded everything on her. He told her that Blaine lived alone and that his parents were
dead. That he thought Blaine's grandfather was helping pay for the little apartment that was more like a
motel room and that even if he wanted to he didn't think he could stop hanging around Blaine. There was
a sweet, caring boy tucked away under all the heartless words and callus, crude suggestions. A boy nobody
else had stuck around long enough to see that was in desperate need of someone to just be there.
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And Kurt was more determined than ever to be there for as long as Blaine wanted or needed him. Until
he'd unraveled all of the mysteries and had Blaine laid bare before him, with his heart finally opened and
ready to accept his own.
He would stick it out and wait even if it meant waiting forever. Because forever with Blaine still wouldn't
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Chapter Fourteen
Thursday was the day Kurt was dreading for one very specific reasonGlee Club. When Finn had finally
arrived at the hospital the previous night, dripping mud and muck all over the pristine floor from his
football cleats, he plopped down and told him he might have, maybe, just possibly let it slip to Puck, Mike,
and Artie at practice that he hadn't spent the night at the Hudson's house. It had taken Puck only two
seconds to immediately jump to conclusions. Unfortunately for Kurt those conclusions turned out to be
catastrophically accurate.
In the morning, he hadn't even made it into the building before he was bombarded by Santana and curious
looking Brittany.
"Heard you lost your V card, Hummel." She eyed him closely as he flushed and walked faster. He was
almost thankful when the girls stopped walking until
"Oh my god. Did you top him?"
He froze as the realization of why they'd stopped hit him right between the eyes . They wanted to see if he
was walking awkwardly or limping or whatever his walk was supposed to be doing after he'd been fucked.
How the hell was he supposed to know which of those it was going to be until Blaine actually
Judging by the look Santana was giving him she was taking the flaming glow on his face as a sign that what
she'd said was true. She dragged her eyes up his body slowly, almost critically, then cocked her head and
gave a little shrug.
"Never would have called that. I guess you are taller than him and that's how it works, right?"
Rubber wheels screeched to a holt behind her and Brittany looked around on the ground, saying, "Lord
Tubbington, why are you hissing? Are you still mad I took away your cigarettes?"
When she didn't spot the feline, she wandered away into the parking lot in search.
Blaine popped his skateboard up and swung it by the trunk. His eyes followed Brittany's progress for a
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"Not the brightest, is she? Hell of an imagination." He turned back to them. Kurt almost missed the way his
eyes softened just a bit as they met his and then Blaine turned to Santana, who was eyeing his stance for
any irregularities.
"It definitely doesn't work like that. The only way he's getting on top is when he's riding me." A lecherous
smirk tugged at his lips, but there was a teasing light in his eyes that Kurt had never seen before. Or maybe
he'd just always been to furious and flustered by those comments to notice.
"You better get used to being ridden into a mattress then, Anderson. I don't like lying there like a sack of
potatoes."
Santana's jaw, much to his surprise, fell open just a bit at their flirting. Were they flirting? It certainly felt
like it, or at least sharing some private, dirty joke. Blaine looked just a little surprised at his bold words
too.
"Come on, babe. Let's get to class so we don't upset the cockblock."
A hand slide around his waist and before he knew it every eye was on them as they walked into the
building and down the halls to their first block class. He knew this was only going to add more fuel to the
fire he was going to be burning in during Glee this afternoon, but he honestly couldn't find it within
himself to care. Blaine was pressing their sides close, his thumb caressing his hipbone through the thin
material of his shirt, and he was talkingjust talkingabout whatever they were supposed to have read for
today. And god, it just felt so natural, so normal, he could almost forget how not normal their relationship
was.
Were they boyfriends? Or exclusive? He didn't know. The thought of Blaine being with anyone else
bothered him immensely, but he had to remind himself. Patience. Don't push Blaine or you'll lose what
little you've got left. Because he didn't thinkno, he knew if Blaine disappeared from his life now when
everything else was going to hell he'd crumble too.
"sound good to you, babe?...Kurt...Kurt!"
He slammed right into Blaine's chest. He hadn't even noticed that Blaine had moved in front of him. Hot
breath, tickled his face as Blaine laughed and slipped his arms around his waist, tugging him close and
preventing him from bouncing backwards onto his ass.
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Flushing at the stares they were now attracting as the crowd parted around them, he tried to find
something to do with his pinned arms, settling on placing his palms on the other boy's chest. There really
wasn't anything else he could do with them. He stared into Blaine's beautiful, tired looking eyes, feeling
the warmth of Blaine's skin seeping into his fingers even through the dark shirt he was wearing. It made
his breath catch in his throat at just how right and safe he felt in that moment even with the entire
McKinley population sneering at them as the crowd parted around them.
"What were you saying?"
"Do you want to finish that project at my place tonight? After your rehearsal or whatever?"
He was still distracted. Horribly, beautifully, mesmerized really. Blaine's eyes were sparkling with
something he couldn't quite place, but it was a look that somehow brightened his entire face and he
looked almost happy. His heart thumped painfully in his chest at the thought because he knew if Blaine
had realized it, it wouldn't be staring him in the face right then. If Blaine had known he was falling in love
he'd run like hell and forget anything had ever happened.
"Yeah, I've got Glee until the usual time. Do you want...do you want to go with me?"
Blaine's gaze lingered on his hopeful expression for a moment and the sparkle shrunk slightly at his
suggestion.
"I can't. I've got"
"Detention." Kurt finished softly for him. He couldn't help but he disappointed. For a moment he'd gotten
his hopes up that he might not have to face their questions alone this afternoon. If there was one thing he
could count on with Blaine at his side it was a lot more reluctance for people to question them.
"Job interview actually." Blaine grunted, suddenly pulling away, subconsciously curling his arms around
himself. A few straggling students filtered off into their classrooms and suddenly they were alone. The
answer shocked Kurt a bit, but not more than the reaction that accompanied it. Why was he embarrassed
by something like that?
"That's great." he said, as the hazel-green eyes flickered back up to his.
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Blaine shrugged a little and said darkly, "It's a waste of time. As soon as they see this" he shook his ankle
monitor"I'll be out the door. "
"You don't know that"
"It's happened seventeen times since May. I damn well do know it." Blaine sneered angrily. And all of his
shields were suddenly slamming up so hard, Kurt actually took a step back. Before he could say anything
else, Blaine has turned and breezed through the doorway to their English classroom, leaving Kurt alone in
the empty hallway.
He left Blaine to cool off or stew or just whatever it was he was straightening out in his head. But the thing
he hated most was that whenever he saw Blaine get angry like that, it was directed at himself and not the
morons judging him before they knew him. At the end of class, Blaine asked again if their project was still
set and then he didn't speak to him again until lunch. In both history and Environmental Science he
dropped his head onto his desk and passed out until the bell. Neither of their teachers seemed to care in
the least when they saw that the person snoring lightly was Blaine. Yet, when the girl next to him did the
same, she was woken up abruptly by a sharp slap on her desktop.
Kurt didn't like that at all but he knew it was how Blaine wanted it, how he'd made it. He didn't want
people to care about him, he wanted them to expect absolutely nothing from him so that he could never
disappoint themso that nobody would ever get close.
Lunch was the first time Blaine didn't fall asleep, but he still looked tired and Kurt couldn't stop himself
from asking as they dropped onto the same bench.
"Are you...you look tired." He settled on a comment instead. Questions, especially in the middle of a
crowded lunchroom, probably wouldn't get a positive response.
He watched as Blaine speared his grilled chicken breast onto his fork and lifted it to his mouth, tearing a
big chunk off. His jaw worked slowly as he debated how he wanted to answer him. When he finally
swallowed, he pulled a nonchalant expression onto his face.
"Bunch of drunks outside until dawn. Kept me up."
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And Kurt knew there was more to the story. He knew Blaine was lying to him and still trying to keep him
at arm's length. No, he was going to have to find a way to get Blaine's trust without actually saying
anything. Instead, he bit his tongue to stop himself from demanding the truth or more or just something
that wedged the door into Blaine's world open another inch.
So he did what Blaine was always doing to himhe opted for a physical manifestation of what he felt.
Slowly, he was beginning to realize if he ever going to reach Blaine he was going to have to do in a way
that Blaine understood and was comfortable with, physicalitysomething he was still entirely new to. He
slid his hand off of his lap, and after a brief hesitation at how Blaine would react he curled it around the
other boy's side, keeping his touch light and skittish. He felt Blaine's body stiffen and his spoonful of peas
froze as he twisted to look at him.
"Trying to come on to me, Hummel?" he said after a moment. The briefest flicker of wonder he saw in
Blaine's eyes made his heart coil strangely. Blaine's spoon clattered to his tray as he wrapped his arm
around Kurt's body, tugging him close.
"It works better with more force." Kurt felt himself slid another few inches, until their hips were sealed
against one another. A soft nip brushed over the shell of his ear and Blaine's laughter echoed loudly in it
when he jumped slightly, "You've still got a long way to go on seduction, baby."
He expected the arm around his waist to disappear, but it didn't. After a quick debate, he snuggled himself
closer to Blaine's side and dropped his head onto the other boy's shoulder.
His heart swelled when Blaine's cheek dipped and pressed against his hair.
Glee Club was as much of a nightmare as he'd predicted. The incident from the parking lot that morning
had been spread around to the rest of the club. Glaring furiously at Santana, Kurt ignored all of their
questions and ridiculous ideas and fumed in silence until Mr. Schuester showed up and got them to shut
up. The solo drive over to Blaine's gave him a chance to get over some of his frustration with the Glee
Club's newfound interest in his supposedly "raging hot sex life". Sometimes, he just really hated all of them
and their gossip.
The lot was completely empty except for Blaine when he pulled to a stop in his usual spot. Through his
rearview mirror he watched Blaine hop around on his skateboard for a minute before getting out. Blaine
rolled over to him and jumped off, letting the board bounce into his tire.
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"How'd your job"
He was cut off sharply as Blaine shoved him roughly against the side of his Navigator and grabbed him by
the face, sealing his eager mouth over his own. Kurt choked down the breath he'd been breathing out as
Blaine pressed him harder against the car, dropping a hand to caress the curve of his ass as Kurt parted
his lips and kissed him back. They kissed feverishly for a few minutes, until Kurt's brain was sloshing
around in his skull and he couldn't see straight. Blaine pulled away just as quickly as he'd descended on
him. He popped up his skateboard and started towards the closest end of the complex, now fiddling with
something in his hand.
"Hello to you, too." Kurt mumbled sarcastically, readjusting his bag from where it had slid down to his
elbow and following after Blaine. He caught up as Blaine stopped in front of a little dingy, opening at the
end of the building. He was just starting to feel nervous at the dark enclosure when Blaine pulled a key out
of his pocket and twisted it into the wall. A little mailbox door sprung open and he dug out a few
envelopes, tucked them into his armpit and locked it back up without a word to Kurt.
The fact that Blaine was completely ignoring him ticked him off way more than it should have. They
shuffled down under the overhang towards Blaine's door as Blaine went back to fiddling with the object in
his hands. Kurt caught a glimpse of a little screen reflecting in the sunlight and a very familiar cell phone
cover
"How the hell did you get my phone?"
He ran a hand over his back pocket were he kept it just to be sure it was actually his. The pocket was
empty but the touch of his fingers made him remember where Blaine's hand had just been.
"Did you seriously just pick-pocket me?"
"Mhmm." Blaine said, shouldering his door open and dropping his skateboard and mail onto the bed.
In disbelief, Kurt watched Blaine swing back around to the dresser and pick up the receiver on the slightly
scuffed looking phone sitting there.
"Since when do you have a phone? Why do you need mine if you've got that?"
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He wasn't sure why he even bothered asking any more questions when he knew Blaine wasn't going to
answer him. Silently, Blaine dialed out a number and then stared at the cell phone in his hand expectantly.
Annoyed, Kurt yanked his phone out of the other boy's grasp and demanded, "You can't just take my"
His phone started vibrating in his fist. He stared down at the unfamiliar number flashing across the touch
screen for a moment and then he realizedBlaine had just given him his phone number. Whether on
purpose or not, he didn't know but it almost felt like he made some huge leap in trust with those ten little
digits. And then his phone was twisted out of his grip as Blaine hung up the other phone. He jotted down
the phone number on a little slip of paper and tucked it into his pocket, discarding Kurt's phone onto the
dresser top.
Kurt really didn't know what to say. He knew Blaine had probably only used him to get his own phone
number, but the fact still remained that if he wanted to he could call Blaine and talk to him or see if he
wanted to get together andhe gulped and flushed a bitdo things. If he couldn't even think the words to
himself, he didn't know how he'd ever manage to make such a suggestion over the phone.
The door was slammed closed behind him and the trunk dragged to its usual place. Strong arms looped
around his chest as a warm nose nuzzled against his neck. For a few moments he just let Blaine hold him
and start sucking a rough bruise on his pulse point, his shoulder blades relaxing against Blaine's chest. But
they really didn't have the time for this today. He'd promised to be at the hospital by half past seven and
they hadn't even started on any part of their project.
"Blaine, we can't. I've got to be at the-the hospital in a-a few..." he trailed off, his head falling back as he
panted out a breathless moan. Two days, he reminded himself, it had only been two days. There was no
way he was already this desperate and needy for Blaine's touch. His body seemed to have a polar opposite
view if the way it was responding to the drag of Blaine's hands was an indication.
The hem of his shirt was jerked roughly out of his pants only to be replaced by Blaine's callused fingers a
moment later. He'd never been more glad that he hadn't worn tight pants. Blaine's heart was thumping
hard against his back as he wiggled in his grasp, Blaine's fingers teasing over his hardening erection
through his boxer-briefs. Fuck, why did it have to feel so mind-blowingly fantastic? The last thing he ever
wanted to do was say no to Blaine Anderson when his hand was down his pants and his thumb was
brushing lightly over his cock and making him absolutely ache for more friction. He arched into the touch,
feeling Blaine's mouth pull away from his neck.
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"I've missed touching you so much..." The words skimmed over his cheek as Blaine pressed down on him,
pushing him back until he felt the hard bulge in Blaine's jeans against his ass.
"Blaine...we can'tgod," he broke off to moan loudly and grinded against the hard cock jutting against him.
"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine groaned, biting down hard onto his shoulder to stifle a deep moan at the sudden
friction rubbing against him.
It took all of his willpower to take a tiny step forward. The arms around him tightened and tried to pull
him backwards but he tugged away.
"We-we can't." he panted, chest heaving. "We've got to finish our project. It's due Monday and I'm going to
be at the hospital and busy with two papers all weekend."
Blaine stared at him lustfully, eyes hooded and dark. Slowly, he nodded even though his gaze was now
trained on the obvious bulge in Kurt's pants. Kurt slid his bag off his shoulder and set it on the bed, digging
out his notes and the assigned paperback. Blaine shuffled over and dug out a notebook and his own copy
from the little pile of books at the end of the bed.
They spent the next two hours working steadily through their assignment only getting distracted a
handful of times when their legs or hands brushed. Kurt even managed to ignore the way Blaine pressed
his still obvious hard-on against his thigh for the first fifteen minutes of work. By the time the sun was
setting around seven o'clock, Kurt was quite impressed with the report they'd created in the presence of
all the sexual tension. He'd only hoped that they could have finished a bit earlier so they could return
to other things. He felt himself go pink at the thought.
Blaine noticed immediately and latched onto his side quickly, hooking his leg over Kurt's and trying to
trap him to the bed.
"I'm sure they won't mind if you're a little late..." he mumbled against Kurt's ear, flicking his tongue out
and curling it around the shell. And Kurt almost caved. His hand shot out and caressed Blaine's thigh both
pushing and pulling at it as he struggled to make a decision. It wasn't easy when he was half hard in his
pants; had been since the door had closed almost two hours ago.
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"Blaine," he sighed, trying to push the boy's leg off unsuccessfully as he accepted a soft kiss against his lips,
" I have to go to the hospital. Carole and Finn are waiting for me."
Stiffness trickled down Blaine's body at his words. It was with incredible ease that his slid out from under
Blaine's leg and stood.
"Don't...come on, Kurt." Blaine scooted across the bed after him and pulled him back, wrapping an arm
around Kurt's thighs and lifting his still un-tucked shirt so that he could press his mouth against the
smooth, toned skin. "Please...please stay."
His voice was so quiet, almost pleading that Kurt paused. Blaine took his lack of motion as a sign to
continue. The lower buttons on his shirt were undone before he had time to think about pulling away. Soft
lips kissed a slow, wet trail up his stomach as more skin was exposed.
"Stay with me, baby." Blaine breathed against his skin, chilling the wet patches from his lips.
"Blaine, I can't." he whimpered pitifully, running his hands into Blaine's hair and pulling Blaine's face away
from where he wanted to keep it. "I have to be there in twenty minutes." He dropped his hands and tugged
himself away from Blaine, "I'm sorry. I have to go now."
He re-buttoned his shirt as heard the bed creak behind him. Blaine seemed almost desperate, but in a
different way than he'd ever been before. It was like he was begging and that didn't make sense to Kurt.
Never had Blaine begged. He'd been forceful and persistent certainly, but there was something so different
in what had just happened that it unnerved him and made his heart flutter at the same time. He wanted
Kurt around.
As the trunk was shifted away from the door, he heard the distant sound of loud voices approaching the
building. Blaine froze, listening hard as the voices slowly got louder. Kurt grabbed his bag and opened the
door taking a nervous glance outside. A group of four men were walking through the parking lot from the
street, all of them with brown bags in their fists. He didn't have to be an alcoholic to know what was
hidden in those. These must be the same men from Tuesday; the same ones that had kept Blaine awake
last night.
"I'll walk you out."
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Blaine's voice surprised him. So did the offer, even though it was more of an order. A hand hooked around
his elbow and guided him out of the room, the door closing so quietly Kurt barely heard it. They were
halfway across the parking lot when one of the men shouted after them.
"Found yourself a little faggot ass to fuck, did you Anderson?"
He was slurring terribly and Kurt knew he was well on his way to drunk. The other men turned to follow
his gaze and two of them chuckled appreciatively at the drunken shout. The grip on his arm tightened as a
knot of fear twisted in his stomach.
"Don't stop walking. Get in your car and go."
The order was firm and Kurt's steps only faltered for a moment before he obeyed. By the time he reached
his Navigator the men were face to face with Blaine. his hand paused on the door handle. He couldn't bring
himself to just leave Blaine to deal with this alone. They were still close enough that he could hear what
they were saying.
"Ah, look, guys. Faggot's trying to protect his little cum bucket." It was a different man speaking this time.
He was the only one who seemed like he was sober. "We just wanna meet your little friend"
Something flashed as Blaine's hand reached around and dug into his pocket. A cry broke the air and the
men staggered backwards in alarm, the one who had been talking was now clutching at his cheek.
"How many times do I have to tell you to back the fuck off." Blaine snarled, advancing a step and holding
up what he'd taken from his pocket. It was a little pocket knife, the same one he'd used to carve into his
desk in English. The blade was now stained red in the fading sunlight. The man dabbed at the blood from
the gash on his cheek, his dark eyes glinting angrily.
"You stupid little sh"
The blip of a siren and the flash of blue and red lights entered the parking lot. Kurt rushed over to Blaine
forcing the bloody knife into his pocket as the cops got out of their car.
"What's going on here?"
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If he'd believed in God, he would be on his knees right now thanking him. He knew that voice. Jim
Ferguson, one of his father's friends and a frequent visitor to the garage.
The group of men shuffled off quickly, with a few quick grumbles of "Nothing." and "Just saying hi." and
"Have a good night, officers." Jim and his partner still approach the boys.
"Kurt?" the thinner of the two called, squinting to get a good look at the teenagers.
"Yeah, it's me, Jim."
"What the hell are you doing here?" Jim stopped in front of him, taking a good look at his scared face and
the way his was clutching Blaine's arm in a vice-like grip.
"With a friend working on a school project." he said quickly, tugging Blaine's arm slightly to get him to
speak or react or do something. Blaine turned his icy gaze away from the men's' retreating backs and over
to the cops. If anything his expression only turned nastier.
"See you later, Hummel." he grunted, yanking himself from Kurt's grasp and heading back into his room.
Jim watched him go for a moment, before he turned back to Kurt.
"You look a bit shaken up. Are you sure you're okay?"
Kurt nodded silently, watching Blaine's door snap shut across the lot.
"How's your father doing? I heard he was in the hospital."
"I'm heading there now. He's still in a coma." As he said it he felt his heart sink. Tomorrow it would be a
week since his heart attack.
"I'm sorry to hear that, buddy. You go on then. Want us to follow you out of here?" Jim asked, clapping him
on the shoulder gently.
"No, no. I'll be fine." Kurt said numbly, heading back to his Navigator and starting it up. He pulled out of
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too long. Once he was several streets away he pulled over and put on the brakes. His hands were shaking
where they were gripping the steering wheel. He heaved in a few gasps of air, feeling tears prick his eyes.
Why did people have to be so stupid and hateful? They probably taunted Blaine like that every day. Every
single damn day. He was terrified from just a minute's glance at it. Last night they'd done god only knows
what that kept Blaine awake all night. Awake all night in fear. He remembered the shatter of a bottle
against the door the night he'd stayed. Had they tried to break in and hurt him? Or simply stayed outside
of his door all night, shouting at him and shattering their empty bottles against his door?
He shuddered and pulled his knees up to his chest, hiccupping slightly, taking a few steadying breaths to
regain a little control over himself.
It was almost eight when he finally entered his father's hospital room. Carole and Finn had pulled up
chairs tonight and were sitting at his bedside. He let Carole's soothing voice wash over him as he told his
father about her day.
"About time, dude!" Finn said when he caught sight of him. "I texted you like three times. Why didn't you
answer?"
"No you didn't I would have felt" But as he ran his hand over his back pocket he realized he didn't have
his phone. It was still on the top of Blaine's dresser.
"Oh, crap. I took it out of my pocket." he said quietly, closing his eyes as nerves hit him. He didn't know if
he wanted to go back there if those guys had come back. He also couldn't stand the thought of Blaine
having to deal with them alone again. "I left it on Blaine's dresser."
"On his dresser? You were in his room? Like alone?" Finn looked both shocked and angry.
"God, I don't need you to protect me, Finn." Kurt snapped, and then added just to piss him off more, "And
yes. I was in his room. And we were alone for hours."
Finn looked highly affronted at his words and was just opening his mouth to reply when Carole raised a
hand. He snapped his jaw shut.
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"Maybe." Kurt said rather skeptically. Knowing Blaine he'd use it as an excuse to make Kurt come overnot
that Kurt minded in the least. "I can just stop by after I leave here. It's on the way back."
"That's going to be really late, sweetheart. I don't know if that's a good idea." Carole fretted.
"It's a quick stop. It'll take two minutes." he reassured her, pulling over a chair and slipping his hand into
his father's limp one. After another half an hour Finn left for home to shower and get some homework
done before bed. Carole left not long after to swing by the chain restaurant to grab them some take-out.
But Kurt stayed, clamping his hands around his father's unresponsive fingers and rubbing little circles into
the dry skin. It was only when Nurse Nancy came in at almost eleven and told him visiting hours were
ending that he pecked his father on the cheek and shuffled miserably out to his car. He almost didn't turn
off onto Blaine's street, but he had to know that Blaine was still okay. That tonight he might actually get
some sleep. Steeling his nerves he pulled slowly into the dark parking lot. By some miracle it was empty.
He took another moment to be sure as he killed the engine and his lights before he darted quickly across
the lot and banged his hand on Blaine's door.
"Blaine! It's Kurt! Let me"
The heavy scrap of a trunk echoed from inside and the door was flung open. A hand grabbed his shirt front
and yanked him inside. The door snapped closed and he half expected Blaine to pin him against it and kiss
him breathless. But he didn't. On the contrary, he looked furious.
"What the hell are you doing here? Do you have shit for brains?"
"What? I-I left my phone..." Kurt said in confusion, feeling his own anger prickle under the surface at
Blaine's words.
"After what almost happened earlier? Are you seriously that naive?" Blaine demanded. His face was
flushed with his disbelief and anger. As Kurt stared guilty at him taking in his bare torso, he couldn't bring
himself to admit the real reason he'd wanted to stop by. But still, Blaine was worried about
him, cared about him.
"Here. Take your damn phone." Blaine picked it up off the desk and chunked it at him. He almost didn't
catch it because when Blaine had moved he caught sight of something that made his heart stop. There was
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a single-serving packaged piece of pie sitting on top of the mini-fridge. But that wasn't necessarily what
had caught his attentionit was the little flickering candle poking out of it. There was only one occasion
that he could think of that needed that.
"Blaine, why do youis that" he gestured vaguely towards the dessert and Blaine froze, his jaw clinching
and his eyes widening in panic.
"It's nothing." Blaine said quickly, as he rushed to blow it out and stuff it into the mini-fridge, "Just some
pie"
"It's your birthday." Kurt said slowly, quietly, latching his hand around Blaine's wrist to stop him from
putting it away. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Itit doesn'tit's not important." Blaine grumbled, looking completely horrified and embarrassed at what
Kurt had walked in on. The fact that he was letting Kurt see anything of what he was feeling made Kurt
hold on even tighter. He wasn't going anywhere tonight.
Gently, Kurt took the pie out of his hand and pushed him over to the bed. It broke his heart to hear Blaine
say that; for him to think he wasn't even important enough for a birthday celebration even if it was just
the two of them.
He snatched Blaine's lighter and the plastic fork off of the fridge as well and dropped down next to him,
placing the little pie in his hands as he flicked the lighter a couple of times trying to get it to light.
Frustrated when he couldn't get it to catch, Blaine chuckled softly and took it from his fist. With a deft flick
he had it lit and pressed it against the candle's wick.
He tossed it onto the nightstand once it was flickering again and Kurt looped his arms around Blaine's,
resting his cheek on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine's body was still slightly rigid at how unexpected this
situation was for him, but he slowly began to relax as Kurt started singing softly.
"Happy Birthday to you..."
The pie was trembling slightly in Blaine's grasp when he was finished and he pressed a sweet kiss to
Blaine's cheek, and whispered softly, "Make a wish, Blaine."
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There was a moment's pause before Blaine leaned down a little and blew the candle out. He handed the
fork to Blaine as he nuzzled his nose against the boy's cheek. He was surprised when the first bite was
offered to him, but he accepted, letting Blaine feed him. He smiled and snuggled closer as they ate in
silence for several minutes, alternating forkfuls between themselves.
"My mom used to do this with me." Blaine's soft voice broke through the comfortable silence as he feed
Kurt another bite of pie, "It's one of the only things I remember. Every birthday, she'd wake me up right
before midnight with pie or cake or whatever so she could be the first to wish me happy birthday."
He felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs at Blaine's words. Because he could just imagine the
little boy from the picture, curled up asleep in his Batman pajamas hugging a little teddy bear to his chest,
being woken up gently by the bright smile of an adoring mother. He'd rub his eyes, his curls tangled and
sleep-tousled as she placed the plate on his lap, smiling even wider at the excitement that would stretch
across his face.
He blinked a few times, trying to shoved back the heat pressing against his eyes as they finished off the
pie. Blaine tossed the empty container into the trash bin and kept his gaze fixed on some spot on the wall.
He knew Blaine was incredibly unnerved by all of this, that he couldn't wrap his mind around why Kurt
had stayed and celebrated his mother's old tradition with him.
With a sure hand, Kurt reached up and cupped his cheek, turning him to face him. He moved in slowly,
giving Blaine a chance to pull back.
"Do you um, want your birthday present now?" Kurt mumbled, trying to sound seductive or sexy but
really, he'd never felt more ridiculous. He was blushing hard as he pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's lips. God,
he was terrible at this.
"Bullshit. You didn't get me anything." Blaine said, calling his bluff. Kurt couldn't deny it but he wanted to
give him something else. Something they'd both been desperate for earlier though he didn't know just
how far he was willing to go. He only knew he didn't want to leave.
"That doesn't mean I don't have something to give you." Kurt hinted, pushing at Blaine's shoulder to get
him to slide back on the bed. Eyebrows raised, eyes alight with a sudden enthusiastic excitement, Blaine
slide back until his back was pressed against the wall and flicked the lamp off. Even in the sudden
darkness Kurt could see the hand held out to him, eager to pull him closer and accept his offer.
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Kurt readily slid his hand into Blaine's, and unlike earlier this hand clamped tightly around his own and
pulled him forward. Slightly surprised at the tug, he overbalanced and fumbled as he fell into Blaine's
chest, giggling giddily. He pushed himself off of Blaine's chest that was vibrating with soft laughter and
swung his leg over Blaine, his knees pressing it the mattress as he trapped him to the bed.
He brushed a hand through the thick, messy curls on Blaine's forehead, pushing them back and pressing a
little kiss against his skin. Blaine sighed softly, his hands running along Kurt's thighs to pull him closer and
press him down harder. As Blaine's hips bucked up under him, his cock already hard and desperate for
friction, Kurt raised himself up.
"Kurt." Blaine growled in exasperation, grabbing onto Kurt's ass and trying to rub them together again,
"Come on."
"No. I want to try something." he said softly, pressing a firm hand down on Blaine's arching hips. "Please,
baby. Just relax andjust relax."
He'd almost said trust me. And he knew if he said it, Blaine wouldn't. As Blaine's hips dropped back down,
Kurt settled back into his lap, massaging his thumbs against Blaine's temple and brushing his lips lightly
over his eyebrow ring. On a sudden inspiration, he popped the little metal loop between his lips and
tugged at it gently, twisting his tongue around it and against Blaine's skin. A shaky groan washed against
his neck as Blaine shifted below him. He pulled back enough for their eyes to meet, seeing the hesitation
and wonder in Blaine's gaze. Kurt knew he'd never experienced anything like this, had always been rough
and quick in his sexual encounters. There was so much more he wanted than just that with Blaine; so
much more he wanted to share. He only hoped Blaine felt the same.
"Please." he said again, trailing his fingers tenderly over Blaine's face and neck. "I want to make you feel
good."
Kurt held his unsure gaze for a few long moments, feeling his skin burning under the hands caressing over
his thighs. And Kurt knew if Blaine couldn't bring himself to let go and trust him in this kind of setting then
he never would. When Blaine's head bobbed up and down just a few inches he almost squealed in joy.
"Just close your eyes." he whispered breathlessly, pressing his lips against Blaine's cheekbone so lightly it
was more like a tickle. A shiver coursed through Blaine, strong enough that Kurt could feel the body below
him tremble as Blaine's eyes drifted closed. His hands and lips moved slowly, not even really touching, just
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ghosting over Blaine's face and neck. He placed a few fluttering kisses on his eyelids, his cheeks, his jaw
and chin, purposely avoiding Blaine's parted lips. If he kissed Blaine's lips he knew he'd never want to
stop and right now all he wanted to do was explore and taste all of Blaine that he could.
The look of utter fascination on Blaine's face as his eyes fluttered open mesmerized him and made his
heart swell to twice its normal size as he pulled away for a moment. Cheeks flushed faintly and breathing
in sharply, Blaine pressed his hands hard into his back trying to bring him back down to kiss him. Kurt
resisted though, and Blaine whined faintly as Kurt trailed his hands down to Blaine's chest. A few little
hairs tickled against his fingertips and his own stomach clinched, his shirt rustling scratchily against his
skin. He quivered at the heat shooting down his spine and coiling in his lower stomach.
"It feels nice, doesn't it?"
A soft hum of agreement rumbled along Blaine's neck as Kurt re-attached his lips more firmly, sucking
gently and dragging his tongue out to taste the salty skin. His own heart rate was starting to race and as
much as he wanted to keep this slow pace and tease Blaine, he didn't think he could manage it. As Blaine's
hips rolled up against him Kurt squirmed in his lap, gasping at the throbbing erection he could feel
pressing insistently against him.
God, he needed more. Now. He dropped his lips to Blaine chest, feeling the few little dark hairs prickle
against his lips as he slid his hands over Blaine's ribs. A loud moan rent the air as Blaine's hips snapped up
against him, raising him several inches off of the bed. He could feel Blaine's stomach muscle contracting
against him as he moaned too.
"God, Kurt. Justfuck, let me kiss you." Blaine groaned, rolling his hips up again as Kurt pressed his lips
back to his chest.
"Not yet." Kurt said shakily, tracing his fingers over Blaine's ribs again making the boy buck up under him
again. This time he couldn't stop his hips from jerking down, his own cock rubbing roughly against his
jeans. He hissed at the drag over the zipper but let it go. There was just one more thing he wanted to try
before he completely lost control of what they were doing. The hands on his thighs were forcing him to
move with Blaine's jerky thrusts up against him. Sweat was beading across his forehead, and it was really
way to hot with all of these clothes on but he slid down Blaine's body anyway, pressing his tongue into
Blaine's side and dragging it up his ribs.
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"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." Blaine shouted, hand fisting into Kurt's hair as he thrust hard up against him. Kurt let
out a shaky laugh as Blaine arched his hips as high as he could, pressing his throbbing cock against Kurt's
shirt and rubbing hard as he searched for friction.
With one last ounce of control, he slid his fingers under the waistband of Blaine's pants and boxers and
jerked them down his hips. He moved down dragging them the rest of the way off of Blaine's legs with a
few helpful kicks from Blaine that finally freed him. Growling Blaine pushed himself forward and pulled
Kurt's mouth down to his hard.
Whimpering, Kurt kissed him back hard and ground his hips down as he slid back into Blaine's lap. Teeth
scraped over his bottom lip, tugging it roughly and making Kurt gasp. Blaine's tongue was suddenly licking
across his teeth, tangling inside around his own and thrusting hard against it. A thrill of ecstasy coursed
through him, his nerve endings tingling at what Blaine's tongue was mimicking.
God, he wanted it. He wanted this boy so much. Wanted to love him and be loved and just share everything
about himself with him.
He broke his mouth away from Blaine's after a particularly delicious slid against his cock, throwing his
head back and choking out a low, growly moan.
"Fuck, why aren't you naked?" Blaine panted against his neck, not even waiting for an answer as he jerked
Kurt's rumpled shirt out of his pants and starts fumbling with the buttons. The rush of cool air over his
pale, scorching skin made him moan faintly as the sweat chilled. And then Blaine curled his spine just
enough to drag his tongue from his stomach up his chest, lapping up the beads of sweat on his newly
exposed skin.
"Oh, god." he cried out. "More, Blaine, please."
His whole body was trembling and aching, every pore and nerve desperate for stimulation yet already it
felt like too much. Blaine pushed his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it somewhere behind him as he
rolled them over. He didn't even care where it landed or if it ripped or stayed in a tangled heap all night
and was completely ruined. None of it matter because their sweaty chests were flushed together, his taut
nipples rubbing against Blaine's.
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Two hands pulled at his belt, fumbling with the strap and clinking the buckle apart before yanking it out of
his belt loops. His hips raised of the bed slightly at the tug but then Blaine's surged forward slamming
them back down thrusting his bare cock against the scratchy fabric of Kurt's jeans. Kurt whined as the
force of Blaine's rocking hips pushed him up the bed a few inches. Really, Blaine did have an excellent
point. Why the hell wasn't he naked? He'd been dreaming about rutting naked against each other for way
too long.
He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans as Blaine kept rolling his hips down hard against him. His
hands were shaking and every bit of pressure against his aching cock elicited a soft moan. The sound of his
zipper being pulled down made Blaine pause, his breathing shaky. And then his hands were pushing
hastily at his waistband too, tugging his pants and boxer-briefs down as Kurt shimmed his hips to wiggle
out of them.
When Blaine leaned back down to capture his mouth in a hungry kiss, his knee pressing between Kurt's
legs to spread them apart, Kurt arched up, breathless with anticipation. Something heavy, hard, and
throbbing slid against his cock and he moaned long and loud, feeling his balls tug up as Blaine thrust up
sliding them together. The pre-cum was making them both slick as they rocked together and hazily Kurt
decided that he had been right. So very right. Nothing would ever be able to compare to the feeling of
Blaine pulsing and sliding against him between the heat of their sweaty bodies.
"Fuck, Blaine." he whimpered, swinging his legs around Blaine's thighs and planting his feet firmly into the
bed. As Blaine thrust his hips down again, harder and more urgently, Kurt braced himself with his feet and
raised his hips up to meet him.
A bead of sweat dripped off of Blaine's neck and onto his stomach as they both moaned desperately and
arched into each other again, their erections twitching at the friction. Kurt's legs were shaking too much
for him to hold himself up much longer and he dropped his hips back down, his muscles burning, his torso
covered in a sheen of sweat.
Blaine dropped down with him, using his elbows to support his weight as he slowed the pace of his hips
and sucked on Kurt's bottom lip between his teeth.
"Kurt, Igod, can I finger you?" Blaine asked desperately against his mouth. His lips froze against Blaine's,
his brain slightly numb at the words, and he felt Blaine stiffen and pull away quickly. Just the slightest
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hesitation had Blaine closing in on himself. And god, it wasn't even that he didn't want to. The suggestion
if anything had shocked him and then made him ache even more.
Blaine had rolled over and sat up next to him, and he could tell just from the set of his jaw that he was
throwing all of his barriers up. Without a thought, Kurt rolled over and into his lap pushing Blaine's hand
away when he tried to shove him off.
"No, no, Blaine. Please just..." he pressed a soft kiss to his lips, feeling like a bunch of wriggling snakes were
slithering around in his stomach. His cock bounced slightly as he shifted, tapping against the wet head of
Blaine's. He bit his lip and tried to stop the moan and the feeling from distracting him from what he
needed to say. "I want you to, I do." And god, he did. His whole body was aching with a desire he couldn't
ignore.
Blaine's hands traced over his hips at his words, his eyes becoming less guarded as his fingers pressing in
lightly as he looked up at Kurt. "Then what?"
"I've nevernot even by myself" he mumbled nervously as Blaine's hands skimmed around the curve of
his ass and squeezed his cheeks. His head fell forward onto Blaine's shoulder and he panted out a broken
moan arching back into the tight grip.
"Don't worry, baby." Blaine whispered, nibbling on his ear. "I do it to myself all the time."
Kurt moan again at the thought and bit down on Blaine's shoulder as a finger slid down between the
halves of his ass and rubbed slowly up and down. He could feel himself pulsing as Blaine's finger trailed
down to his hole. The brush of his fingertip across the sensitive opening made his hips buck. Wow, that felt
amazing.
"Lay on your stomach."
Kurt hurried to do so, getting off of Blaine's lap and laying himself face first onto the mattress next to
Blaine, giddy with nerves. The sheets afford him some friction and he couldn't stop himself from thrusting
against them at the wonderful feeling.
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"Go, you're so gorgeous like this." Blaine's voice was soft as he leaned across him and pulled the drawer on
the nightstand open. Kurt turned his head to watch his hand shift around inside for a moment before
pulling out a half-empty bottle of lube. He hadn't been lying about doing it to himself all the time.
He turned to face the other way, watching as Blaine laid on his side and pressed against him as he traced
his finger tips down Kurt's spine and down to his ass. He arched up into the touch, feeling Blaine's hips
jerk against his side. The pop of the plastic lid made him tense a little under Blaine's hand.
"Shhh." Blaine's mouth dipped and kissed at a spot on his lower back, "Just relax."
The warmth of Blaine's hands disappeared as he coated his fingers in lube and Kurt arched up helplessly
desperate for Blaine's touch beyond his hard cock jutting against his hip. And then something cold was
dribbled down his ass crack and he gasped loudly because it was so cold it almost stung against his
overheated flesh. But Blaine's finger returned, slippery and warm, spreading it out and circling lower until
it was rubbing over his hole, applying more pressure with every slick swipe.
The soft lips pressed against his warm, sweaty skin again, trailing up from the base of his spine to his neck
and then around to his face as Blaine's finger pressed more firmly against him. His breath hitched and he
arched back and trying to get the digit to slip inside of him. He needed more.
Blaine chuckled against his lips, "You're so fucking horny."
Before Kurt could come back with a scathing reply Blaine's thick finger slipped inside of him, stretching
the ring of muscles as he buried himself up to the knuckle. He cried out, arching back against Blaine's palm
at the way it burned and stretched and still managed to feel so good.
Blaine kissed his shoulder softly and kept his finger still, letting Kurt adjust to the sensation.
"Move. Now," he demanded, rocking his hips a little so that Blaine's finger slid out a few centimeters.
Blaine followed his movement, sliding his finger all the way out. The aching emptiness was worse than the
slight burn from the initial stretch and he arched himself back to get Blaine's finger back inside of him. He
slowly pushed back in and Kurt groaned turning his face into the sheets as his toes curled. Blaine's lips
returned to his back, sucking and licking as he started to thrust his finger in and out, burying it all the way
to the knuckle before drawing it back out at a torturously slow pace.
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Every press into him was at a slightly different angle and Kurt knew what Blaine was doing and knew
what he was searching for and god, he couldn't wait until Blaine found it. Blaine's finger curved back on
the next thrust pressing down inside of him and against the bundle of nerves he'd been searching for.
"Sweet fucking hell." he yelled, thrusting himself back onto Blaine's hand and moaning louder than he
thought was even possible.
He heard Blaine groan against his back and as he stilled his finger inside of him, pressing down against the
spot and making Kurt's hips buck against the mattress. As Blaine's finger slid out he whined and jerked his
hips back to try and keep it inside. A moment later two fingers worked their way in, not even pausing for
him to adjust. But he didn't even care, they had brushed against his prostate again and even though it
burned a bit as he was stretched wider he could barely feel it over the exquisite pleasure that was
coursing through him.
He rocked his hips back spreading his legs wider apart and pressing his knees into the mattress to raise
his ass up a few inches so that he could fuck back onto Blaine's fingers. The sheets were cool against the
side of his face as Blaine leaned down and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Kurt panted against Blaine's
mouth as he rocked himself onto his fingers, feeling his cock drag against the sheets.
"Another." he begged, and Blaine obeyed immediately not even stopping his thrusts this time when he
added another finger. This time the burn really did hurt and he cried out sharply at the flare of pain.
Blaine's fingers slowed their pace again at his distress but after a moment, even though the stretch still
burned, Kurt rocked forward until just Blaine's fingertips were pressed inside of him.
"Don't stop. God, don't stop." he whimpered, sliding back onto the slipper digits, and digging his fingers
into the sheets as Blaine started fucking his fingers into him again. He moaned against Blaine's lips as they
pressed against his, tongues thrusting lazily together. After a few minutes the burning ache disappeared
and he started rocking back harder. Fuck, he still wanted more.
" More. Fuck, give me more, Blaine." And Kurt knew there was only one option for "more", and he knew
Blaine knew that, too. The thrusts slowed and became shallower and Kurt growled in frustration and
fucked himself back onto Blaine's still hand.
"You're sure?"
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Blaine's tone was so concerned, so gentle and patient that if Kurt had truly still had any doubts left they
would have been washed them like the ocean tide rolling over something written into the sand.
"Yes, god, please." Kurt panted breathlessly, pushing himself back harder and arching up to get that
incredible brush over his prostate, "I need more. I need you."
To emphasize his point, he shifted a bit as Blaine's fingers started to thrust lazily into him again and
fumbled with the drawer handle on the nightstand. He moaned as Blaine's fingers brushed his prostate
and his hips twitched causing the fingers to crook more against it. Blindly, he dug his hand into the drawer
until he found the little box. He grabbed the bottle of lube off of the nightstand where Blaine had left it and
slid them across the bed under him, turning his torso just enough to face Blaine better. He pulled one of
the condoms out and tried to tear it open but his fingers were shaking too much between his nerves and
the ecstasy shooting up his spine and down to his toes as Blaine's fingers moved inside of him.
After a steadying breath he managed to rip the wrapper open under Blaine's dark, hungry gaze. With
trembling fingers he rolled it down onto Blaine's thick cock making the other boy moan and buck into his
hand. As Blaine pulled his fingers out, Kurt gasped longingly as the empty ache filled him, his muscles
clenching around air in their need to be keep being stretched. He pulled the bottle of lube from Kurt's
hands and squirted some onto his palm before stroking over his erection and shifting down the bed
behind Kurt.
Kurt pulled his lower body up another few inches, keeping his legs spread wide as Blaine rubbed more
lube over him. Arching back against the touch he was craving he felt some of it drip down onto his balls
and thighs. Then the hard, blunt tip of Blaine's cock slipped over his stretched hole and he rocked back
begging Blaine to just fuck him already; to fill him and stretch him and make him scream.
His tip nudged against Kurt's entrance and pressed gently against it for a moment before Blaine sunk in
slowly until he was completely buried in Kurt's tight, wet heat. Kurt cried out at the fullness of him, at the
burn that was settling around his ass as he tightened his muscles around Blaine's girth.
Above him, Blaine gave a moan of appreciation at the squeeze, his hands rubbing over the curve of his ass
as he adjusted to the painful stretch. His chest was heaving as some of the burn started to fade into his
haze of pleasure.
"Move," he whispered against the sheets, pressing his forehead against them, "Please, move."
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He still wasn't sure if he'd adjusted completely to having Blaine inside of him, but god, he just needed him
to move, to press against all the right places inside of him and make the pain fade away as the pleasure
rushed through him. Blaine pulled back slowly, his hands gripping tightly onto Kurt's hips, until only the
head of his cock was still pressed inside. Kurt whimpered as the terrible empty ache started again but
then Blaine snapped his hips forward and buried himself even deeper than before. He could feel Blaine's
balls pressing against him as Blaine grinded into him while he was still buried inside of him.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Kurt." he groaned, gasping sharply and shifting his hips just a bit to change the
angle.
Kurt moaned deeply at the sudden pressure on his prostate and rocked back against Blaine, urging him to
keep going. Blaine took the hint and started thrusting into him, slow but hard enough to jar him up the bed
a few more inches. A deep moan was torn from his throat as Blaine's hips started snapping into him, his
hip bones slamming against his ass hard enough to bruise as the wet sound of their flesh slapping together
echoed around the room. Every thrust knocked the breath out of him as Blaine's cock slide over his
prostate. He was gasping and moaning and rocking his hips back hard to meet Blaine's deep thrusts as
Blaine slammed forward into him, adding his own loud moans to the symphony.
He knew he wasn't going to last, between the friction of the bed against his cock, the way Blaine's cock
was gliding into him so perfectly and his hands were digging into his ass cheeks as he arched up towards
Blaine.
"God, you love this, don't you, baby?" Blaine groaned, curling himself over Kurt, who was crying out with
the ferocity of Blaine's hips slapping against his ass. He could feel his ass shake as Blaine's hips pounded
against him; could feel Blaine's heavy ball sack knock against his own. He could only moan brokenly in
response. It felt beyond amazing or incredible or anything Kurt had ever imagined and he just wanted
Blaine to keep jerking his hips forward at his fast pace and slamming into his prostate until he was
literally howling.
But that wasn't the answer Blaine wanted. One of the hands tugging on his ass cheek, pulled away and
then came back down hard as Blaine paused in his thrusts. The sharp sting of the slap made Kurt yelp and
arch his ass up as his muscles clenched around Blaine. Holy fuck, why did that feel so good? The sting had
sent a ripple of pleasure straight to his hole and around to the length his cock still pinned against the bed.
He could already feel the familiar heat coiling through his balls and into the rest of his body.
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Blaine moaned loudly, and thrust into him shallowly at the sudden contraction around himself. "Fuck, you
like that, too?"
"Yes." Kurt whined, arching himself up, "Don't stop. Just...harder. Fuck me harder. Spank me harder."
The other hand slapped down against his ass as Blaine renewed his thrusts, pressing his palms into the
mattress around Kurt's chest for better leverage and pounding down into him as he tightened up from the
stinging slap and arched his ass higher against Blaine. He wasn't even rocking back into Blaine's thrusts
anymore, just letting Blaine thrust down into his heat as another hand smacked across his cheeks.
This time he yelled in euphoria, Blaine's cock pressing into his prostate as he tightened again and his toes
curled. Pleasure was rushing through his limbs, making his fingers dig into the sheets and his spine arch,
raising his ass even higher. Every slap and hot drag against his prostate was shooting through him,
tangling itself around his cock and coiling in the pulsing heat in his stomach.
"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine moaned, pressing his sweaty forehead against Kurt's back, "I'm closeso close..."
His thrusts quicken as another hand descended against Kurt's ass.
"Blaine!" he shouted, the familiar tightening in his balls and stomach starting, "Fuck, harder!"
Another slap stung against his ass and his whole body tightened, all of his muscles seizing up as the heat
snapped and spiraled through him as he came, crying out and tightening around Blaine's cock. He could
feel his cock twitching against the bed, feel the wet, sticky heat of his come shooting up over his
contracting stomach muscles and dripping onto the sheets below him. The orgasm kept rushing over him,
waves of heat growing stronger, making his muscles contract tighter and tighter around Blaine and the
edges of his vision fuzzy. With a final hard thrust, Blaine's body tense up as he buries himself fully, his
arms giving out as he moaned Kurt's name over and over, his cock throbbing inside of him as he came.
Panting and breathless, Kurt sunk into the creaky mattress as Blaine's sweaty body pressed down on him.
They laid like that for a few moments, catching their breath from the incredible rush they'd just shared.
Chest still heaving, Blaine raising himself up a bit and pulled his hips back enough to slip out of Kurt. The
burning ache from earlier returned as Blaine rolled off of him and he hissed at the uncomfortable swollen
feeling between his ass cheeks. Something wet slapped against the trash binthe condom, he thought and
then Blaine's hand is forcing him to roll on to his back. As his ass took on some of his weight he whined
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loudly, because even his ass cheeks hurt though he knew that was from the spanking. Jesus fuck, he'd
enjoyed those slaps even if his ass was going to throb and twinge for days.
A soft kiss swept across his lips and then Blaine nuzzled his nose against Kurt's, caressing a callused hand
soothing along Kurt's side.
"Are you okay?"
The concern more than anything made Kurt's heart start pounding a little faster again. How sweet Blaine
was in that moment was something Kurt knew he would never, ever forget. Not even when he was a
humpbacked, liver-spotted ninety year old man with the worse case of Alzheimer's would he ever forget
the happy sparkle in those hazel-green eyes, or the love swelling in his own heart.
"I'm a thousand light years beyond okay." he said softly, brushing a stray curl off of Blaine's sweaty
forehead. And he wanted nothing more than to tell Blaine that he loved him; was completely, irrevocably
head over heels in love with him. But he knew he couldn't. He'd rather pretend there was nothing there
and still have Blaine than admit what he knew they both felt and risk losing Blaine forever.
He yawned as his eyes lids began to droop, and curled onto his side, feeling Blaine curl up behind him,
pressing close as his arm twisted around him. A soft nuzzle against his hair made him hum softly and close
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Chapter Fifteen
They were wound tightly around each other when Blaine woke up the next morning. It was a bizarre
feeling for him, finding himself in a tangle of soft limbs, exchanging body heat where their skin was sealed
together alongside his entire front body and he could feel every inch pressed flush against Kurt's back
from tip to toe. Kurt had rolled into him in the night, snuggling deeper into his arms, his shoulder blades
pressed against Blaine's chest and his head tilted to the side to brush against Blaine's curls. Sighing softly,
Blaine tucked his chin deeper into Kurt's shoulder and nuzzled against his neck. His eyes drifted to where
their fingers were laced together and pressed against Kurt's chest. He wasn't sure when that had
happened or even when they'd curled the blankets around themselves last night, but he tightened his grip
and brushed his thumb over the back of Kurt's, feeling the other boy's pulsing, steady heart beat against
his wrist. Quite honestly, he'd never been more relaxed or at peace or justand it felt odd to even think it
happy.
Happiness was something he wasn't accustomed to anymore, at least not to this degree. Not when it made
his breath catch, and his heart flutter and his whole chest just ache because of the things that wanted to
burst out of him. Even last night was unprecedented for him. Every other sexual encounter for him had
always been impersonal and rushed. "Get naked, get off, get the hell out" had become a mantra dictating
his actions from the depths of his subconscious during his time at Dalton. But this... this was something
entirely new. Something he'd never expected to want to happen every night and morning for the rest of
his life. And the most surprising aspect of this was the fact that he didn't even mind feeling this way.
He swallowed hard and closed his eyes again, breathing in Kurt's scent. Vanilla and jasmine and sex. A
small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he pressed his lips against the soft skin of Kurt's neck.
The boy shifted in his arms and mumbled incoherently, shrugging up his shoulders at the tickling brush of
Blaine's lips. Kurt wiggled against him and Blaine tightened his arm, holding him close as a little joyful
laugh bubbled up out of Kurt.
"Good morning," he mumbled against Kurt's neck, planting another soft kiss on it.
Kurt sighed contentedly and turned his head to look at Blaine with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face.
"Hi" Kurt said softly, his eyes sleepy but bright. Kurt rolled over to face Blaine fully and brought their
linked hands up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss onto the knuckles of Blaine's index finger.
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Something tight and hot constricted in Blaine's throat as Kurt's gaze settled on him. There was a wonder
and warmth there that Blaine could not remember ever having had directed at him before. He felt like his
ribcage was trying and failing at containing a nuclear explosion. He'd never seen anyone as beautiful as
the boy nestled in his arms. All he wanted to do was kiss him and hold him and touch him and pleasure
him until they could both no longer move with exhaustion. To spend every waking moment ensuring that
that blissful smile never flickered from Kurt's face and
And, god, this was love, wasn't it?
Love that was the jubilant crescendo resting in his chest, tugging at his lips, turning his stomach into an
Olympic gymnast and making his touches, which he knew were usually rough, gentle and caring. A hand
brushed at his curls and what seemed to be from a great distance he heard Kurt's voice penetrate his
thoughts.
"Blaine? Why are you- is there- is there something on my face?"
Kurt's warm hand slipped out of his and reached up to self-consciously touch his cheek. He caught it and
pulled it back into his own, watching their fingers lace together.
"No," he breathed, "there's nothing wrong with your face. Can't I just stare at the beautiful boy in my
arms?" Blaine lamented whilst continuing to smile at Kurt and never taking his eyes off him.
Kurt's eyes fell to their interlocked hands and somehow his smile got even bigger.
"Yes. Yes, you can."
His stomach swooped as Kurt leaned into him and kissed him softly.
Fuck, he was in love. He was in love and didn't want it to end; didn't want to ever leave his place in Kurt's
strong arms.
But fuck, what the hell was he going to do?
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He'd loved his mother more than anything else in the world and look where that had gotten him. She'd
gone off and killed herself when all of those medications had driven her mad, leaving him to find her
broken body when he got home from school.
He'd loved his father, too. At least until he'd shut himself down, remarried barely three months later, and
refused to look at him or his face for years.
The nagging made itself known again. He couldn't let this happen; couldn't let himself continue to
encourage the wonderful, giddy feeling tickling his insides. It was nice, but it wouldn't last. It never did.
But maybe... maybe he could just let himself enjoy it for a little while longer. He deserved that. He did!
It was insanely cold in his room after all, and Kurt was so soft and warm and real in his arms. Was it so
wrong to feel reluctant to pull himself away from that?
His hand trailed down to the base of Kurt's spine as their kisses grew more intense, finally settling on
Kurt's ass. A rush of air hissed past Kurt's lips at the touch.
"Shit, sorry" Blaine apologized, pulling away to see the grimace on Kurt's face. God, hed been way too
rough last night. The fact that he was even thinking this was really saying something, since last night was
probably the gentlest he'd ever been. Even when he'd topped virgins he'd never really cared once his cock
was in the other guy's ass. He'd always been merciless with the spanking as well because it only made
them clamp even tighter around him. The last glimpse he'd had of his last fuck had been a swollen ass
covered in angry purple blotches in the exact shape of his hands. It had never mattered to him if they'd
had to limp or even crawl from his dormitory room. But with Kurt...
With Kurt everything was different.
"I- I was too rough," he stuttered rolling on to his back as the guilt clawed at his insides. "I shouldn't have
spanked you like that or or "
His babbling was cut off with a searing kiss. He moaned against Kurt's mouth, because fuck, even those
few moments of kissing had turned him on and sent a fair percentage of his blood rushing south. Kurt
pressed down on top of him, his legs tangling together with Blaine's.
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"I liked it, Blaine," he said shyly, pressing his lips to Blaine's jaw, the top of his cheeks turning pink, "I
mean it- it wasn't at all I imagined my first time to be like and if you'd asked before you before you did
that..." Kurt trailed off and looked away, biting his lower lip.
Blaine knew what it was that Kurt hadn't finished saying. If he'd asked to spank him, Kurt would have said
no. Guilt twisted in his gut again.
"It felt incredible, though," Kurt whispered, and when Blaine turned his eyes back to Kurt, he found
himself under a trusting gaze. "I don't think I'd want it to happen every time-" Blaine's heart leapt at his
words. He didn't want to just leave it as a onetime thing either. "call me k- kinky, but I loved it."
Nodding, Blaine pulled him down for another kiss, and Kurt melted against him. Kurt only parted their lips
for a few shaky words.
"I want to can we not the spanking but... can we do it again?"
Blaine groaned when Kurt slanted his lips over his without waiting for an answer. He was already
ridiculously half- hard and horny. He blamed his sixteen no, seventeen year-old, he corrected
hormone- driven brain for the almost constant hard- on he had around Kurt. One that was getting rapidly
harder as Kurt's legs slid around him, knees pushing into the mattress until he was spread wide in Blaine's
lap. As he felt Kurt's cock lengthening and jutting into his stomach he trailed a probing hand down to the
crease of Kurt's ass. Just a little brush over the slightly wet, raw and swollen puckered hole had Kurt
jolting away from Blaine's lips until he was sitting up in his lap. The added pressure against his cock did
nothing to help him as he tried to rein in his desire.
"You're too sore, baby," he told him, sitting up and brushing back the hairs dangling into Kurt's face. He
was both impressed and astonished at his own words. He'd never turned down an offer for sex before.
In response Kurt ground down against him and wrapped his arms around his neck. Blaine's breath hitched
as Kurt's lips dragged over his.
"No, I can- I can take it. I want you inside me, Blaine." He rolled his ass down against Blaine's throbbing
cock and they both moaned loudly.
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There was really no way he could say no to that. Not when Kurt was looking at him with those passionate
eyes, and rolling his ass against Blaine's erection and consequently rubbing his own hard- on against
Blaine's stomach.
As Blaine fumbled for the condoms and lube still on the night-stand, Kurt attached his mouth to his neck,
biting and sucking wetly. He pressed his hips up as much as he could with all of Kurt's weight on them,
knocking a small gasp from Kurt's mouth.
"If it's too much just tell me... " he whispered as he popped the lid on the lube and started to coat his
fingers.
Kurt's chest rumbled against him as he slid his slick fingers down to Kurt's swollen hole. A breathless
moan tickled his ear as Kurt arched back against his touch and slid onto two of his fingers. His own breath
caught at how easily they slipped in and out as Kurt started raising his hips to ride them. His cock twitched
painfully at the sight of Kurt rising and falling at a steady pace in his lap; at the way his mouth was parted
slightly and his head was thrown back in rapture. In a few minutes Kurt would be riding him like that.
Jesus, fuck.
"More, Blaine," Kurt panted, pushing himself back harder onto Blaine's fingers. As he lowered himself back
down Blaine added a third and crooked his fingers against his prostate. Kurt cried out, whether at the
slightly painfully stretch or at the pleasure, Blaine didn't know. He couldn't really think of anything except
how gorgeous Kurt was when his pupils were lust-blown and there was a light sheen of sweat starting to
pop up over his skin. A moment later, Kurt was fucking himself back even harder onto his fingers and god,
he didn't think he could wait any longer. He needed that tight squeeze around himself; the delicious drag
of increasing and decreasing pressure as he slid in and out.
After a few more thrusts Kurt stilled on his fingers, breathing heavy and squirming a bit. Unlike last night
he didn't fumble as he tore the condom wrapper open and rolled it down Blaine's cock. He didn't let Blaine
remove his fingers to lube himself up either. A loud whine gasped out of Kurt's throat when he started to
pull his fingers out. Surprised, Blaine stopped as Kurt's hand latched onto his arm and held it steady as he
pushed himself back down until his fingers were buried to the knuckle again.
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Groaning, Blaine dropped his forehead to Kurt's shoulder and watched the pale hands disappear from
between their bodies. He was just getting control of his breathing when the hands reappeared, slick and
shiny with lube. They grasped him firmly, twisting and stroking as he moaned and thrust up into the fists.
"Now, baby. Please," Kurt pleaded, raising himself off of Blaine's fingers and wrapping his arms around
Blaine's neck.
Blaine didn't need to be told twice as he sucked roughly at Kurt's neck. Hand still slick with lube, he lined
himself up against Kurt's entrance, the blunt tip rubbing over his slick hole. Before he could even thrust
up, Kurt sunk down onto him, biting down on his shoulder, his moan vibrating through Blaine's flesh. He
moaned, too, because, god, Kurt was still so fucking tight.
He grabbed Kurt's hips hard as the boy started to rock slowly in his lap and tugged him down a few more
inches to completely bury himself in his wet heat. Kurt gasped as his ass settled against the top of Blaine's
thighs and the way he clenched around his cock told Blaine he'd just brushed against the other boy's
prostate.
"You're so gorgeous," he whispered breathlessly against Kurt's lips before he captured them with his own.
His tongue darted out and traced over Kurt's lips as Kurt started rocking in his lap again, rising and falling
on his cock.
Tilting his hips up more he thrust up to match Kurt's movements and hit home. Kurt screamed and started
moving faster in his lap.
"Blaine, oh god. Right there- right there!" Kurt begged as Blaine's hands clutched onto his ass cheeks and
started helping Kurt ride him harder. Kurt's head snapped back as he sunk down onto him and yelled
again.
God, he never wanted Kurt to stop making that sound. Or to stop gliding up and down his cock. Kurt's back
arched until his chest was pressed flush against his own, his head thrown back and a cry clawed out of his
throat every time Blaine's cock filled him up. Sweat was beading across the column of Kurt's neck and
Blaine tilted his head forward, to press his tongue against it and mouth over his throat. A sharp, breathless
gasp vibrated against his tongue and Kurt's arms clung tighter around his neck as Kurt shifted his thighs a
bit to get better leverage. He could only imagine how much Kurt's toned thighs were burning but he could
see Kurt didn't want to stop couldn't stop even if it hurt.
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A deep moan broke past his lips as Kurt started gyrating his hips faster, rolling them as his ass smacked
down against Blaine's lap. He could feel Kurt's cock, slick with pre-cum, pressing against his stomach, feel
his nails cutting into his shoulders as they thrust against each other, their moans increasing in volume as
the heat started to electrocute the nerve endings all over his body.
"Fuck, Kurt," he moaned desperately. He was going to come so hard from this. He'd never been more
turned on than he was right now; had never felt this kind of incredible, intimate pleasure except with Kurt.
"Blaine... Blaine, god, you- you feel so good" Kurt panted, pressing his face against Blaine's cheek and
sucking onto his earlobe.
A whimper broke through his lips and he jerked his hips up harder against Kurt's riding gallop. Blaine
could feel the way Kurt's muscles were starting to tremble and clench around his cock that was so hard it
actually hurt, the way Kurt was starting to shudder against him. He could tell Kurt was just as close as him.
He wound his arms tightly around Kurt's waist as they slapped wetly together, panting and moaning and
dipped his head to capture a taut, rosy nipple between his teeth
"Blaine! Holy fuck!"
His own mind went numb and his balls tightened as Kurt's muscles clamped around him. Warm come was
splattering onto his stomach as the euphoria wound up in him. Kurt thrashed against him, lost in his own
cries of pleasure as the heat coiling up in his stomach shattered.
"Kurt... Kurt!" he gasped against the boy's heaving chest, his eyes rolling back into his head as his toes
curled and he stopped breathing. Kurt had stopped moving in his lap while he was coming. Trembling,
Blaine sunk back into his pillows, arms still wrapped tightly around Kurt, pulling him down on top of him.
He traced his hand up Kurt's sweaty back to his hair, brushing his hands through it slowly and pressing a
soft kiss to his forehead. Kurt slunk up his chest, slipping off of his cock and breathing heavily against his
neck. He tugged the condom off of himself, tied it off, and slung it in the direction of the trash bin.
Whether or not it actually made it that distance was of little concern to him at the moment.
"I'm not going to be able to walk for a week!" Kurt mumbled absentmindedly, dragging his fingertips
across the planes of Blaine's chest.
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Blaine laughed softly, still slightly breathless, his lips still pressed against Kurt's forehead as he replied
"This was your idea, Hummel. It's your own fault you let me fuck you raw."
Kurt hummed against his pectoral and slid to the side to tuck himself against Blaine's side. Blaine's arm
tightened around Kurt's chest as he sighed dreamily and let his eyes drift shut. He was always so sleepy
after an orgasm. The only thing he wanted right now was to stay in this moment. To never let Kurt go... to
let himself love Kurt.
If this was love... if he was actually falling in love... he might just be able to get used to this feeling; the
warmth that spread through him and the way his heart swelled when Kurt was smiling at him like he was
right now. He didn't need to feel this way... but he wanted to.
"Oh, no. No sleeping, Anderson. We've got school, remember?"
"We've got time" Blaine grumbled sleepily, cracking an eyelid and glancing at his alarm clock. The screen
was dark. He reached up and fumbled with the lamp switch for a moment but nothing happened.
"Shit. The power shorted again last night."
"Oh my god. We're probably already late and going to be in so much trouble"
Kurt was already sitting up, wincing as the shift made him ache more, but with a swift grab Blaine tugged
him back down into his arms.
"Shut up, Hummel. It doesn't even look that bright out yet. We've got time," he reiterated, snuggling
against Kurt as dim, gray light filtered through around the edges of the curtains.
He watched Kurt's eyes drift over to the window as well and felt him relax back down into his arms.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
A bony chin dug into his chest and he glanced down to find Kurt staring directly at him, a bright smile
stretched across his face. Despite everything he'd promised himself years ago, he smiled back and brushed
the hairs off of Kurt's forehead again. They fell back into his eyes and Kurt giggled, his breath ghosting
over his chest.
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"You never did tell me how your job interview went yesterday."
The happiness inside of him burst like a soap bubble at Kurt's words.
Laughing derisively, he arched his back and stretched a little bit as he avoided making eye contact.
"It went exactly as I told you it would."
Kurt shifted up his chest, smile faltering at the dark look creeping back over his features.
"You- you didn't get it?" Kurt mumbled softly against Blaine's skin, tracing a random pattern across his
chest with his fingertips.
"Didn't even get the interview" Blaine clarified, staring fixedly at the ceiling. This was the part he hated
most about being around Kurt. The terrible need Kurt had to talk about everything and how Kurt wanted
to know all these things about him and how thrown off balance he was when none of it even fazed Kurt.
He just accepted all there was too him and then some and it just blew his mind.
"But weren't you there for an interview?"
Blaine chuckled darkly as he nodded in agreement and untangled his foot from the blankets, shaking his
ankle monitor so that the cold metal slid up and down his calf a few inches.
"As soon as they caught sight of this" he rattled the ankle monitor again, then tucked it back under the
blanket with Kurt's feet, "it was, 'We'll call you, Mr. Anderson'. Same thing I always hear," he grumbled.
"Never call back for shit, of course."
"But that's just so- so- so-"
"Typical? Predictable?" Blaine supplied dryly. He could feel Kurt's sad gaze lingering on him, but he
ignored it. That was another thing he hated about being around Kurt: how bad his life made Kurt feel and
how bad Kurt's sadness made him feel as a result.
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Before Kurt could reply, Blaine's mouth was jabbering away on its own accord with thoughts that he'd
never voiced to anyone before. He'd never had anyone to share them with, though. It was another strange
feeling for Blaine and it just made him more nervous about what Kurt really meant to him.
"As soon as they see it or check my records, every hope, every expectation they have gets flushed down
the drain," Blaine said quietly, "They know I'm just a fuck up. Why should I waste my time and energy
proving them wrong, when it's so easy to show them that they're right?"
For a moment it was silent and he hoped maybe, just maybe, Kurt would leave it at that. But whenever
they got onto topics like this, Blaine knew that hope was just wishful thinking.
"Because you aren't a fuck up. You're so much... so much better than that than them."
"My criminal record would slaughter you in court over that," Blaine said snidely as he shifted away from
Kurt's warmth.
But Kurt's grip tightened and against his better judgement he allowed himself to be pulled back into his
embrace.
"You are, Blaine. Even if you don't realize it yet."
The soft certainty in Kurt's words brought that ache back to Blaine's chest. He couldn't remember anyone
having ever had any faith in him. His mother perhaps, but the only memories he had with her were his fifth
and sixth birthdays, a vaguely hazy piano lesson, and walking into his parents' room after getting off the
bus to find her dead on the floor.
It felt like something liquid hot was trickling down Blaine's throat as Kurt snuggled deeper into his side.
There was so much Kurt didn't know so much nobody knew about him. He hated himself for wanting to
tell Kurt. Blaine noticed that he seemed to hate a lot that he was actually grateful for, as little as he liked to
admit it to himself. But Kurt gave him a little nudge with his next question and Blaine knew it was the best
opener he was going to get.
"Why are you even looking for a job?" Kurt asked hesitantly, "It just seems so... responsible for you."
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"I- " he stuttered to a halt for a moment, trying to decide if this was a good idea and if so, where to even
begin. There was no turning back after this...
Kurt was gazing up at Blaine hopefully as he traced his fingers over the little dark hairs starting to grow on
Blaine's chest. He deserved to know, Blaine told himself. He was giving Blaine so much trust and support,
and was actually believing in him. Kurt deserved to know him, Blaine decided. Even if it was only a
glimpse into Blaine's past.
"I was in juvie when my father died," Blaine started. He fixed his eyes on a crack in the ceiling and focused
his hearing on the rain he could hear pattering against the window. The more he could distance himself
from the story he was telling, the easier it would be to tell it. "It was a month before I turned fifteen; about
three after I got locked up, I think. He- " Blaine paused again. Kurt's grip had tightened around him in a
way he figured should have been comforting. The added pressure only pulled him back into the reality of
his own words and it was the last place Blaine wanted his head to be in right now. "He liked to drink a lot
after- after my mother died. Forced my stepmother to go driving with him one night. Wrapped his fucking
car around a tree and killed them both. His father, my grandfather, got custody of me after that."
Kurt had stiffened in his arms as he talked, but remained silent. A warm palm caressed Blaine's side,
rubbing soothingly against his ribs. Blaine swallowed thickly and blinked a few times, trying to ignore the
way those hands made the hot pressure build behind his eyes.
"He's the reason I got out of juvie and went to Dalton. Dalton's, like, the prep school for delinquents. If
you've caused a shit load of trouble and you've got rich parents, that's where you go instead of juvie," he
explained, following the pattern of cracks on the ceiling as he talked and tried his best to zone out. "My
dad sort of lost his mind not long after my mom died. Started drinking, got remarried to some stupid bitch
he knocked up while he was drunk, lost his job. My grandfather cut him off after that. He didn't want
anything to do with a son who was a failure. He was never good enough for him, always a huge
disappointment to the great Cameron Anderson. Wasn't smart or ambitious enough. Couldn't live up to my
grandfather's expectations. At least until he got married and had me.
"I had the potential to be what he always wanted my father to be. Once my parents died and he had
custody..." Blaine shrugged roughly, trying to squirm out of Kurt's tight clutches. The grip loosened but it
was still strong, still holding Blaine down in his own words. "He's a big defense attorney. Ranked in the
top ten in the country. He blamed my dad for all the trouble I got into because I was 'too smart and
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headstrong for a moron like him to control.' So he shipped me off to Dalton so I could get my act together
and get into Yale like he did and become a lawyer."
"You want to be a lawyer?" Kurt interrupted, sounding surprised. Blaine laughed humourlessly but took
the opening in order to get his own emotions under control. He couldn't let the past get to him like this. It
was over and didn't matter anymore.
"Fuck, no. God, can you imagine me in a stiff three-piece suit?" Blaine replied mirthlessly.
The cheek pressed against Blaine's chest flared with a sudden warmth as Kurt's voice, soft and small,
mumbled against his skin, "I think you'd look quite handsome. Very dapper if it was done right. You'd kill
in a courtroom with a finely tailored suit."
"Maybe," he decided, "it doesn't matter. He doesn't want anything to do with me now either."
Kurt sat up slowly and the sudden rush of cool air over Blaine's skin made him flinch. He sat up, too, taking
in the perplexed expression wrinkling Kurt's forehead.
"But... you said I thought isn't he helping you pay for- for this?" Kurt flapped his hand around at the
dingy little apartment. Dropping his gaze to the blanket, Blaine yanked mindlessly at one of its broken
threads, realizing that Kurt had gotten the wrong idea about all the vague things he'd said in recent weeks.
"Technically, it's his money," Blaine said tonelessly. "When I got tossed out of Dalton... I got caught
organizing a sex party, basically. They're all a bunch of horny fucks and I knew how to get in and out of
campus without getting caught to smuggle girls in for them. The administration told him they'd caught me
and another guy fucking and gave him until the end of the semester to find a new school for me."
Kurt stiffened a little and Blaine cringed as he realized what he'd just said. He continued talking in a rush
in an attempt to cover it up and pretend he hadn't just said what he did or the fact that he even cared.
"When he came to pick me and my stuff up at the end of May, he drove me here." A pleased chuckle
slipped past Blaine's lips at the thought of trying to find a county in Ohio that he hadn't already been
expelled from. He could probably count them on one hand. "He did find me McKinley. But once we got
here he tossed my stuff onto the curb in front of the door and handed me a debit card for an account he'd
set up."
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His fingers trembled at the memory and Kurt's hand latched onto his, steadying it as it froze on top of the
blanket. Blaine took a deep breath before he finished. Why had he even bothered trying to zone out while
he was telling this? With Kurt next to him he couldn't help but be anything but emotionless.
"Those assholes from last night were out drinking on the curb next to us. They like to harass the girl in the
end apartment," he continued, turning his gaze to the far wall instead of to Kurt's heart-broken face. "He
told me he'd put ten thousand dollars in the account and it was mine if I never contacted him or Lily
again."
"Lily?" Kurt's voice was curious as he repeated the name. Blaine felt their fingers lace together as Kurt
shifted closer to him on the bed.
Blaine cleared his throat roughly before answering. "My half-sister," he clarified. "He told me I was never
to show my worthless, faggot face anywhere near either of them again." Kurt gripped onto Blaine and he
looked at his face fleetingly to see anger bubbling up and darken Kurt's eyes as they fixed on a spot across
from them. His heart started beating rapidly in response, reacting to Kurt's anger with his own. The up
and downs of emotion that Kurt was transferring onto Blaine was exhausting. He pulled his eyes away
again and continued taking through his teeth. "Then he left. Those guys beat the shit out of me when I
tried to get into my room since they'd heard him call me a fag. They haven't left me alone since."
"Blaine... "
"Rent and bills here are five hundred a month. If by some miracle I don't get expelled and locked up again,
that alone will set me back twelve thousand for the two years I've got left of school. Then there's food and
clothes and bathroom shit and whatever else I need..."
Kurt's hand reached up to stroke Blaine's cheek gently and he flinched under the touch. God, he hated
feeling like this. Blaine had always done everything in his power to prevent himself from feeling this way.
But then there was Kurt, and somehow, although he still hated it, it seemed worth it to feel this way. Warm
lips pressed against Blaine's other cheek as Kurt's arms wrapped around him. A few hot tears trickled
down his neck. Kurt was crying because of what he'd told him because of him. Blaine's heart wrenched
in his chest at the thought.
"Shit, don't don't cry, baby," Blaine whispered, wrapping the boy up in his arms. "It's just a bunch of
stupid shit... it doesn't matter anymore."
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"I wish you wouldn't say that," Kurt sniffled against his neck. "It's important to me b- b-
because you're important to me, Blaine."
He froze at Kurt's words. Sure, Blaine knew it was true on some level and had known at least all morning,
had known that even if he continued to deny it for the rest of his life that they weren't just fuck buddies or
'friends with benefits' or any other stupid label he may come up with. There was something happening
between them that he couldn't even begin to fully understand. The only thing Blaine knew was that he
wasn't ready for it. The same way he hadn't been ready to become an orphan at fourteen and then again at
sixteen. But nothing had stopped that from happening.
"I... I- I care for you, too, Kurt," Blaine mumbled awkwardly. He could feel a bit of a blush rising in his
cheeks and, fuck, he hated feeling bashful and flustered and just stupid. He hated a lot of things around
Kurt, Blaine noticed. But he always hated a lot of things and the truth was that he didn't
actually care about hating anything around Kurt. "You... you make me make me feel things that I can't
even begin to wrap my mind around, you know that?"
But then Kurt pulled away enough for them to look each other in the eyes. Bright blue eyes that sparkled
like galaxies were staring at him and for once Blaine knew he'd done something right.
Maybe he was in love, Blaine pondered as Kurt pulled him in for a tender kiss. Maybe his brain was just a
little loopy from the most mind-blowing orgasms he'd ever experienced. What the hell did he know about
anything when Kurt's lips were sealed against his own?
He smiled into the kiss regardless, and pulled Kurt down with him as he tumbled back into his pillows.
Neither of them heard the palm slap against the door, nor did they hear it creak open from the hit.




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Chapter Sixteen
When Carole went to bed at one o'clock in the morning and still hadn't received an answer to her texts,
she was certainly worried, but not terribly surprised. Kurt was with Blaine, and while she didn't know the
boy particularly well, she knew the thrills of young, first love. Just those few moments at the Hummels'
house on Wednesday morning had told her everything she needed to know about Kurt and Blaine's
relationship. Even if they would both deny it endlessly, that tender moment at the top of stairs had been
between two boys who were hopelessly, dizzyingly in love with each other.
However, when Carole woke up at seven to force Finn awake and still hadn't received a response to her
queries about Kurt's well-being she went from worried to nervous. Shortly after, Carole headed to the
Hummel residence from her own home to see if Kurt and Blaine were there like they had been the other
day, but found the empty house untouched. A quick check of Kurt's clothes hamper told Carole he hadn't
come back to change, and Kurt never wore the same outfit two days in a row. At the discovery, Carole
started toeing the line into frantic. She was almost out of the door, stumbling in heels that were too tall
and skinny for her comfort, and scrolling through her contacts list for Kurt's number when the house
phone rang behind her.
Carol stumbled back through the house and grappled for the phone, knocking over the spice rack in her
urgency. An automated message from the McKinley High attendance office droned through the line and
Carole leapt across the line separating frantic and borderline panic. Kurt had told Carole enough about the
area that Blaine lived in for her to realize it was not exactly the place where two boys in love with each
other should ever be. Something may have even happened before Kurt had gotten to Blaine's last night.
But, no, she would have known by now. Carole took a deep, steadying breath and reminded herself of the
facts. She worked at the hospital. All of her co-workers knew who Kurt was and someone would have
phoned her to tell her if he'd been brought in late last night. There were only two logical answers to Kurt's
whereabouts: he was still at Blaine's (and she could imagine why) or he was lying dead in a ditch
somewhere and hadn't been found yet.
Neither thought was particularly comforting. They definitely didn't stop Carole from continuing on in her
flustered state of panic as she made a quick trip down to Kurt's room for a clean outfit before racing back
upstairs. Heart hammering, Carole floundered down the front steps, nearly twisting her ankle when her
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stupid heel caught on a crack in the sidewalk, and hopped into her car. She really should have gone with
on the tennis shoes instead.
Speed limit signs were ignored as Carole rushed across town, passing from the well-kept and manicured
lawns of Kurt's neighborhood, past the middle-class ground of McKinley and Lima Heights, and into the
trailer parks, rundown motels, and apartment complexes near the address Carole had been given as she
searched for a street sign labeled "Thomas". Carole swerved across the intersection when she finally
spotted it, jerking the steering wheel hard to the left. A brief memory of Finn's first driving lesson popped
into her head and she corrected her steering. Carole always told her son to never, ever drive like a reckless
maniac. To never drive the way she was driving herself right now. Both Burt and Kurt would be furious
with her if they knew. But her boys didn't need to know what a bad example she was being right now and
she definitely wasn't going to tell them.
Another hard turn into the rainy, cracked, half-flooded parking lot of Forestwood Apartments and Carole
was out of the car and sloshing as fast so she could in her heels towards the door of Blaine's apartment.
A slippery combination of broken glass, rain-soaked pavement, and a new pair of heels that Kurt had
bought Carole tripped her up and launched her face first into the door of apartment 5C. Her hand smacked
against the door as she skidded forward, and instinctively she pushed against it to catch herself, expecting
it to support her weight.
It didn't.
The door popped open and she stumbled inside, dripping water all over the carpet and getting her
umbrella trapped in the doorway.
God, Carole didn't care if Kurt was in love with this boy. She was going to murder them both for not even
bothering to text or call her last night and then, on top of everything, not showing up to school this
morning.
Steadying herself and brushing her damp curls off her face, Carole looked up only to find Kurt and Blaine
tangled around each other and, as far as she could tell, very naked.
"Oh my god!"
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Carole's voice wasn't the only one screeching. Kurt's face was flooding a dark red as he tried to untangle
the heap of blankets twisted around their bodies. With a good tug he freed them and drew the blanket up
to his chin, looking mortified. Blaine, on the other hand, hadn't moved since he'd twisted his torso around
to stare at the door. His bare ass was very much on display as he eyed Carole up and down. Every angry
speech and lecture Carole had planned out in her head evaporated.
"Your timing is once again impeccable," Blaine said flatly as he eyed the water sliding off of her coat and
dripping onto the carpet. "Do you have a micro-chip under his skin that you use to track him? 'Cause I
definitely didn't feel one last night, and my examination was extremely thorough."
A dirty smirk peeled back Blaine's lips as Carole clamped a hand over her eyes. She heard Kurt's hand
smack against Blaine and a soft "Ouch" before she shuffled back towards the door.
"I- I brought you a change of clothes. They're in the in the car," Carole said faintly, dropping her hand to
see where she was walking. She kept her eyes trained on the floor as she backed out, trying not to listen to
the boys shuffling around on the bed. Carole noticed there were an obscene amount of stains on the carpet
as she tried to focus on anything that wasn't Kurt or Blaine. A sharp prod in the middle of Carole's back
made her jump and spin around. The umbrella was still lodged in the doorway. She'd completely forgotten
about it.
"I'll just... um, let you two let you g- get dressed while I g- go get it," Carole stuttered. She couldn't
remember ever being more embarrassed, which was saying a lot considering she'd been walking in on
Finn masturbating every other week for almost five years. Her son had never fully grasped the concept of
locking his bedroom door, no matter how many times she told him to.
With a quick twist, the umbrella popped free and Carole closed the door softly before trotting over to her
car to get Kurt's clothes. It was only as she pulled the outfit out that she realized Kurt couldn't get dressed
until she gave it to him. Still, Carole waited. Huddled under her umbrella next to her open passenger door,
she took a quick look around to give the boys a few minutes and to screw her own head back on after the
shock.
The little building looked like a good shove would knock it to the ground. Nothing else was in the parking
lot except her, her car, and Kurt's Navigator. It wasn't hard to figure out why when icy water started
lapping at her toes a moment later.
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Carole made a move to start walking back towards Blaine's apartment and merely wobbled on the spot,
her feet cemented to the ground. A quick glance down showed Carole that her heels had sunk into a
muddy crack in the pavement and water was slowly creeping in past her toes. "This day couldn't possibly
get any worse," Carole thought. With a squelchy wrench she freed one of her heels from the muck. She
wobbled precariously again, gripped the car frame with her hands and pressed her freed foot against the
bottom of the door frame to give herself some balance and leverage to yank the other heel free.
God, she must look ridiculous, standing on the door frame of her tiny car in a half-flooded parking lot with
her umbrella whipping about over her head as the wind howled. At least Carole had found something to
occupy a few minutes of her time. She debated for a moment on how to get both Kurt's outfit and herself
to the safety of the apartment building's crumbling overhang. There was only one solution Carole could
think of. She settled down into the passenger seat, settling the umbrella between the car frame and the
door and unbuckled her heels before slipping into the dark ankle-high boots she'd brought for Kurt to
wear.
The boots were at least four sizes too big, but they kept Carole's feet dry and free from muddy traps as she
trekked back over to Blaine's door. This time she kept a sharp eye on her footing as she approached the
apartment. Kurt wouldn't take kindly to his boots getting muddy, but there was no way she was face-
planting into the door again. Rapping her knuckles loudly on the door, she waited a few seconds before
pushing it open a few inches and peering inside.
Blaine was now sprawled out on his stomach, cheek pressed into one of the rumpled pillows, soundly
asleep. Kurt had disappeared, presumably into the bathroom. The blankets were still only draped over the
curly-haired boy's legs, but he'd at least (probably at Kurt's insistence, Carole thought) put on a pair of
boxers. Still, she stood there, rooted to the spot, just taking in the miserable little room Blaine had taken to
calling home.
The walls were cracked. The floor was stained. The bed didn't even have a frame. The blankets and sheets
looked scratchy and thin, and the little lamp didn't even have a lamp shade.
"It's funny how you just stand there awkwardly when there's nothing important to walk in on," Blaine
grumbled against his pillow, and Carole started a bit at the sound of his voice. She could have sworn he'd
been asleep. Blaine continued talking as she pushed the door open and shuffled inside, watching him shift
a bit and blink one of his eyes open. "But when we're busy getting our mack on you come busting in here
like a hurricane."
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Carole stood on the threshold as Blaine nuzzled his face into the pillow and, god, her heart just ached at
the sight of the poor boy. Her imagination couldn't even stretch far enough to picture her own son or Kurt
in his situation. They had and always would have someone to care for them until they were old enough to
do it themselves. But Blaine had been dumped off to fend for himself in the worst part of Lima. He was all
alone in this world except for Kurt and he seemed reluctant to even let Kurt in. Who would do that to a
child - or a grandchild - regardless of the trouble they had caused?
"Shut the damn door," Blaine snapped suddenly, grunting as he turned his head away from her and
snuggled into the pillow. "Shove the trunk between the dresser and the door, long way."
Carole couldn't even bring herself to scold him for the swear as she stepped fully into the room. However,
the added comment puzzled her for a moment, but she did as Blaine asked. Once the trunk had slid into
place she realized the horror and brilliance of the request. It was his lock a travesty of a lock to stop
people from breaking into his room when he was sleeping. Just the sight of it made her heart clench
painfully in her chest. The lengths Blaine had to go just to feel remotely safe in his own home felt like a
rusty, dull knife had been stabbed into her chest. She had no idea what he did when he wasn't inside the
room. It didn't appear as though there was any other option than to just leave the fate of his belongings up
to chance.
Swallowing thickly around the lump in her throat, Carole closed her umbrella and hung it on the door
handle. She couldn't stop herself from giving the door a quick tug just to ensure that it did stay closed. It
opened a few inches, but the trunk and dresser held, smacking up against the floor to ceiling copper pipe
and making it rattle.
A sleepy grunt brought Carole's attention back to the bed. This time she was positive that Blaine was
asleep. His shoulders were relaxed into the mattress and his jaw was slack, a thin rope of saliva trickling
out of his mouth and onto the pillow. Blinking rapidly, Carole shuffled to the opening in the wall, following
the sounds of running water that would undoubtedly lead her to Kurt.
Carole knocked softly as the faucet cut off.
"Kurt?" she called, "I've got your clothes."
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A sharp hitch of breath was the immediate response to her voice. Through the door, Carole could hear
Kurt babbling under his breath. "Oh my god. Just, oh my god. " And then louder in a high-pitched, strangled
voice, "Just leave them on t- the counter, please? I- I need to s- shower to cl to, um... "
Even if Carole was going to lecture and ground him into the next century, she still felt terrible about all of
this. She knew without a doubt she'd have been mortified for weeks if either of her parents had walked in
on her the morning after her first time, because she was positive that's what she had walked in on. The
humiliation had to be unbearable.
Carole tapped softly on the door again. "Sweetheart, just crack the door open so I can pass them through,
okay? I'll wait out here with Blaine while you shower and change."
It took a few moments of patient waiting, but the door popped open a fraction of an inch. A bright blue eye
and a completely humiliated strip of Kurt's face was all she could see from inside the dark bathroom.
There was some faint light filtering into the bathroom, probably from a tiny window, but otherwise it was
almost too dark to see. It didn't make any sense to her why it was so dark, unless Blaine couldn't afford a
light for the room, or it wasn't broken and he couldn't fix it. God, she felt terrified for both boys.
Wordlessly, Carole passed the hangers and folded socks and underwear through the door to him and
headed back out to the main room.
Carole paused next to the copper pipe, trying to decide what to do with herself while she waited. For a
moment she debated waking up Blaine, but based on her experience with her own teenage son , Carole
knew it wasn't going to get her on Blaine's good side. Even if she did wake him up, she barely knew the
boy except passing stories she'd heard from Finn, Kurt, and a few other members of New Directions that
hung around the house on the weekends. Instead, Carole slipped her feet out of Kurt's boots and dropped
them next to Blaine's trunk, spinning back around to take everything in.
When Kurt had told her about Blaine's living situation, Carole had pictured what she thought was the
worst image imaginable. It didn't even begin to measure up to the reality she was now standing in. It was
the most depressing little room she'd ever stood in. Carole looked around as she took in what there was to
see: a pile of clothes in the corner by the window, a rusty little heating unit that kept sputtering and
coughing, some textbooks and notebooks scattered around on the floor, a rickety little night-stand with an
alarm clock that didn't appear to work, a bunch of fast food wrappers piled on the dresser, and mini-
fridge. No sign of warmth or care or love. It was just a beaten up room devoid of any type of happiness that
would never pass any legal building inspection.
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Her stomach tangled itself up tighter and tighter the longer Carole looked, and she suddenly had the urge
to move. The clutter on the dresser caught the focus of Carole's attention. She slowly started gathering all
the trash up in her arms, taking her time and making sure she didn't miss anything. When the dresser was
cleared and her arms were filled to burst, Carole twisted around a bit to look for the trash can and spotted
it in the far corner. Carole dumped the trash in and was just turning away when something that had
missed the bin caught her eye.
A used condom. Carole's stomach churned at the sight and her face heated up. Then she quickly decided
that this best left for Blaine or Kurt to clean up. They were being responsible, though. Carole was both
thankful that they were and nervous that they'd already reached that point in their relationship. Both Kurt
and Blaine were incredibly intelligent and if they thought they were ready for this stage then she would
trust their judgement. It was more than she could say for Finn. Carole still didn't think he understood most
of the pregnancy fiasco from last year no matter how many times she explained things.
She cleared off the trash around the mini-fridge next, and without anything else to do, turned back to the
bed and night-stand. After a moment's hesitation, Carole cleared the box of condoms and lube off the
night-stand and tossed them back into the open drawer. As glad as she was that they were being safe she
really didn't want to see or think about their... escapades.
On the bed, Blaine whimpered in his sleep, eyebrows drawing together and his body tensing slightly.
Surprised by the noise, Carole watched as his arm started groping around the bed. She had no idea what
he was searching for until his hand found the second pillow and clutched desperately at it. Blaine wiggled
closer to it, hugging it to his chest and pressing his face against the fabric. He breathed in deeply, and
something about the scent relaxed him. The tension flowed out of his shoulders, and with a contented sigh
his body relaxing into the mattress again.
"Mmm, Kurt... " he hummed softly. The little smile that turned up the corner of Blaine's mouth made her
want to cry. He'd only ever been rude and mean in her presence, but Carole had trusted Kurt's judgement
and she hadn't been wrong. There was a sweet boy man, she corrected herself quietly, no boy could
survive on his own the way he did hidden in there somewhere. And if Kurt had found him, Carole only
hoped she could do the same.
Blaine shivered a little in his sleep and on instinct Carole settled onto the edge of the bed and gently pulled
the blanket up around his shoulders. It just broke her heart to see this. Blaine reminded her so much of
Finn in a way, lying there hugging a pillow to his chest, clad in a pair of Ninja Turtle boxers, his room left a
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mess in typical teenage boy fashion. Blaine was someone's child, someone's baby. Carole just knew that
his mother would have been hysterical if she could she what his life had become; she'd blame herself for
something that wasn't her fault.
Carole sniffled a bit, and brushed a stray, unruly curl off his forehead, stroking the back of her fingers
softly over his scratchy cheek. When Blaine turned his cheek and nuzzled against her touch, Carole didn't
even try to stop the few stray tears that leaked out of her eyes.
God, Blaine deserved so much more, so much better. A chance to make more than an endless circle of
repeated mistakes. She was so glad Kurt hadn't given up on Blaine; had stayed around because he had
seen something worthwhile. Just one glance at how Blaine could be with Kurt if given the chance told
Carole he was worth the effort.
Behind her the bathroom door creaked open. Carole felt Kurt limp up behind her before she heard him.
For now, she would let Blaine sleep. It was back into mom mode to deal with a disobedient teenager.
"He's so peaceful when he's asleep," Kurt said softly as Carole stood up to face him, then he gulped audibly
at the stern look on her face.
"Kurt," Carole began, trying to remember all the lectures she planned out over the course of her morning.
In light of Blaine's apartment she'd forgotten most of what she had wanted to say before she told Kurt he
was grounded. "I know you have a lot on your plate right now. I know that. But do you have any idea how
worried I have been?"
"I- I have no excuse, Carole," Kurt said weakly. "I just... I got here and got my phone I was going to call
but, then..."
Just from his broken speech, Carole gathered that there was something important she was missing. There
was something that had happened when Kurt had gotten here that had driven a simple text to let her
know his whereabouts completely from his mind. She guided him over to the trunk, slightly worried by
the way he was limping, and made him sit down with her on it. Kurt winced as he gingerly sat down next
to her.
Was it normal to be so sore after? Carole couldn't even think about it without blushing to the roots of her
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"Explain, please," Carole requested softly. She would be fair and give Kurt a chance to explain himself at
the very least. Then she would decide the extent of his grounding and punishment.
For the next ten minutes, Carole listened to Kurt's story starting from when he'd left last night and they'd
encountered a group of menacing homophobes right up until he'd realized it was Blaine's birthday and
that the boy was planning on celebrating it alone. The knife in Carole's chest twisted painfully at Kurt's
words. She was so glad Blaine had walked him out and that the police had been cruising past. Who knew
what would have happened otherwise.
"I'm sorry I didn't call or text or let you know I was staying. I got here and realized why he'd wanted me to
stay so badly and I just... "Kurt broke off, sniffling and brushing a tear from his eye. "Nobody should have
to celebrate their birthday alone, Carole. I hate him sometimes but he just... Blaine means so much to me
now." Kurt's eyes drifted over to the boy curled up on the bed. A fond, glowing smile turned up his lips. "I
don't know how I'd get through my dad being in the hospital if I didn't have him."
Yes, Kurt was falling hard if he hadn't already completely fallen in love. Carole followed his line of sight,
watching as Blaine shifted a bit in his sleep and hugged the pillow tighter. Kurt wasn't the only one falling
if Blaine's grip on that pillow meant anything. She put an arm around Kurt's shoulders and pulled him into
her arms.
"I know, sweetheart." Carole pressed a soft kiss against his hair. "But you're still grounded for the next
week."
Kurt pulled away immediately, looking shocked. "B- but... I know I was stupid, but it's not like I've missed
school or some "
"Actually," Carole cut him off with a very pointed look, "it's almost ten o'clock. So between that and the
grief you caused me, you're grounded."
"It's oh my god. I have a French test today!" Kurt wailed in alarm, his eyes huge as he made to stand only
to stumble and gasp in pain. He rubbed slowly at his lower back as Carole reached out to steady him.
"Are you okay?" Carole asked worriedly, "is it... normal to be this sore... ?"
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Kurt's face reddened until he glowed brighter than the setting sun. "It is the um,... t- the f- first time. Once
you g- get used to it then it d- doesn't, I think... "
Carole nodded slowly, her own face reddening as she stood, and helped Kurt walk stiffly over to the bed.
He dropped down next to Blaine's knees.
"I'll wake him up so we can get to class," Kurt told her. "Could you pick out some clothes for him? They're
in the trunk."
Carole nodded and shuffled over to the door, popped open the trunk and pulled out the only shirt and pair
of jeans left in there. The clothes in the corner must be dirty she realized as she returned to the bed. How
and where Blaine managed to do his laundry was a mystery to her, because she couldn't picture him
trotting down the street to the Laundromat with a cute little basket and box of fabric softener.
Kurt shook Blaine gently as she dropped the clothes onto the foot of the bed.
"Blaine. Blaine, wake up. We're late for school, baby."
The term of endearment made Carole's heart give a funny twang in her chest. She'd heard Blaine use the
word during their very brief encounters, but it had seemed to be more of a nuance to Kurt a persistent
and successful attempt to annoy him rather than something affectionate.
Kurt shook the sleeping boy more roughly when he got no response. Blaine grumbled in annoyance and
swatted at him before rolling, face first, into the pillow. Kurt inhaled sharply next to her, and for a moment
Carole didn't understand why until she looked at Blaine's back. The first thing she noticed was two sets of
four parallel half-moon shaped marks, one on the back of each shoulder. Embarrassed at the thought of
how he'd gotten those she looked down his back and realized with a thrill of horror that those marks
weren't the reason Kurt had made that noise. An angry, red scar followed the curve of Blaine's ribs,
stopping about three inches from his spine.
"I've never seen that before," Kurt whispered. One of his hands reached out to touch it but stopped several
inches away from Blaine's skin, hanging in the air uncertainly.
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Carole looked more closely at it and said in what she hoped was a reassuring voice, "It's a surgical scar by
the looks of it. A few years old, at least, judging by how smooth it looks. Sometimes they just... heal like
that."
Kurt nodded slowly, but the calculating look in his eyes told Carole he was piecing something together
from whatever Blaine had told him.
"I never really see his see his back when he's shirtless," Kurt mumbled, dropping his hand to run along
Blaine's side, brushing the scar hesitantly. "It's smooth," he informed her. "No wonder I never felt it."
His fingers traced over the scar more firmly this time and Blaine bolted up, grabbed the first part of Kurt
that he could reach and roughly yanking him forward by the shirt front, fist raised. Carole jumped at the
violent reaction, gasping loudly, and Blaine's sleep-crusted eyes darted to her. Something about the sight
seemed to bring him back to reality. Blaine blinked slowly, and looked back at Kurt's frightened face.
When Blaine realized who he was gripping so tightly, he let go as though he'd been stung.
Blaine dropped a hand to his side, tracing his fingers over the scar. He flinched and something dark
flickered in his eyes. Carole stiffened at the sight. It had only taken a split second for the peaceful boy to
disappear.
"Don't just, don't touch that," Blaine spat angrily, throwing the blanket off himself. Kurt stiffened even
more at his tone, but didn't speak as Blaine swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"I'm sorry," Kurt said softly, but something about his tone still gave away the stiffness in his posture.
Blaine glanced up and as soon as he saw Kurt's tight expression the anger fell away.
"No, you didn't you don't..." Blaine scooted closer to him and dipped his head until their foreheads were
pressed together. "I'm sorry." Blaine murmured, cupping Kurt's face in his hands.
It wasn't hard for Carole to realize they'd completely forgotten that she was sitting right next to them as
Kurt tilted his head and slanted his lips over Blaine's. "Boys," Carole called, clearing her throat loudly to
grab their attention. They broke apart gradually, hazel-green eyes and bright blue ones blinking open, and
staring deeply into one another. The little smiles that broke across their faces made Carole's heart melt
right down into her toes.
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"Come on, Blaine." Kurt stretched across the bed to grab the clean clothes to hand to Blaine. "We're late for
sch "
"What you do boys say to a late breakfast instead?" Carole asked suddenly. Kurt needed a day off. He
hadn't miss more than a few hours since Burt had fallen into his coma. He needed a break for a little while.
What better time than now? They could even give Blaine a proper birthday celebration for a change.
Kurt turned sharply to look at her with big hopeful eyes. Blaine's expression was instantly guarded as his
eyes flickered to her.
"Really? Can we go to that little restaurant by the mall? You'll love their "Kurt's rambling came to a halt
when he turned to grin brightly at Blaine. His grin shrunk and the happiness that was becoming more and
more rare for Carole to see flickered out.
"Can you are you allowed to go that far?" Kurt asked quietly, and Carole dropped her gaze to the ankle
monitor fastened around Blaine's calf.
"Yeah, I can make it to the mall," Blaine said quickly, shaking his foot like a dog with a wet paw. He avoided
looking up and meeting their eyes. "But, I can't um,... I don't have the... "
thought he was expected to pay his way.
"It's my treat," Carole said kindly, "consider it my birthday present to you, Blaine."
Blaine turned sharply to Kurt, the smallest trace of fury flashing across his face."You you told "
Kurt just rolled his eyes. "Well, I had to give her some concrete explanation for why I came over to get my
phone and ended up in your bed, didn't I?"
Without waiting for Blaine to make a snappy comeback, Kurt turned to Carole. "Can we go by the mall,
too? I want to get Blaine some new clothes for his birthday."
"You what?" Blaine said, completely flabbergasted by the sudden bombardment of gifts being thrown at
him so soon after he'd woken up.
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Carole smiled at his bafflement and listened to the two of them bicker like an old married couple. She
loved the joy and wonder that crept into both boys eyes as they looked at each other. It was so refreshing
to see Kurt so happy, and to see that Blaine wasn't the jerk he made himself out to be.
"Do you really expect to survive winter with only a few ratty short- sleeve shirts, Blaine?"
"Well, you'll have to forgive me for not having knee- length sweaters in my wardrobe rotation "
Carole yanked the clothes out of Kurt's hands and passed them to Blaine. "Why don't you go take a
shower, sweetheart? We'll wait out here for you."
It didn't escape Carole's notice that Blaine flinched violently at the pet name and she regretted the word
choice immediately. Blaine bit his lip, eyeing her cautiously as Kurt pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and
said, "Hurry up, Blaine. I've got so many outfit ideas for you. We need to get that done before the mall
closes "
"It doesn't close for another twelve hours. At least!" Blaine said in alarm, turning his wary gaze away from
Carole and eyeing Kurt incredulously.
"Exactly," Kurt huffed. "That's barely enough time for shopping. Go. Shower. Quickly." Kurt snapped his
fingers in Blaine's face, impatient in his excitement. Blaine glared at him, but stood and headed into the
bathroom. They sat in silence while they waited. The shower stopped just as the alarm clock went off. Kurt
and Carole both jumped and turned to the blinking electronic.
"Oh, good," Kurt said, "the power's back." That explained why the bathroom had been so dark. Kurt went
about setting the correct time on the display until Blaine emerged, hair damp, but he was much more
awake. Blaine shrugged on his leather jacket and Kurt toed on his boots. It was then that Carole realized
her own shoes we're in the car.
"Here," Blaine said awkwardly before she could say something, tossing her a pair of beat up converse
high-tops. "They'll probably be too big, but... "
Carole smiled at the unexpected gesture and tugged them on with a quick "thank you" as she smiled at the
new piece of knowledge showing Blaine was not only perceptive but actually caring if he wanted to be,
even if he probably still had to get used to it. Like Kurt's boots, they were a good four sizes too big, but
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they kept her feet dry in the flooded parking lot. "At least it stopped raining," Carole said. After a quick
switch of shoes they pulled out of the parking lot. It felt almost normal to Carole. She turned on the radio
and caught a glimpse of Kurt and Blaine snuggled up in the backseat, sharing a soft, murmured
conversation.
Yes, Carole decided, even Burt couldn't object to how happy Kurt was in that moment, no matter who
happened to be the cause of it.

Kurt could not believe how much Blaine could eat. It was a good thing Blaine had opted for the breakfast
buffet the restaurant had, or else the bill would have emptied out Carole's wallet. He stopped count of the
number of Belgium waffles Blaine packed away at eight and the three plates of scrambled eggs, the two
bowls of grapes and orange slices, and the mountain of bacon. Judging by the expression on Carole's face,
she was just as amazed as Kurt. Considering how much her son ate at any given moment, Kurt knew he
should be beyond impressed at Blaine's appetite if Carole was amazed.
But it was hard to be impressed or focused on anything, when the arm not shoveling food into Blaine's
mouth was wound around Kurt's waist. Blaine hadn't left Kurt's side since they'd exited his apartment.
He'd been right next to him, a steadying arm around Kurt's waist as he struggled to learn how to walk
through the burn flaring up the crevice of his ass to his lower back. Carole had noticed the attention as
well, though she hadn't commented on it. She flashed him a small, knowing smile throughout their meal
and then every now and again at the mall when Blaine would make some simple, sweet gesture.
Kurt had never thought Blaine to be the attentive type, but he'd also never thought he'd be falling in love
with him either. He knew Blaine shared his feelings on some level. It was the only reason he could think of
for why Blaine was putting up with trying on the most ridiculous outfits and hats and shoes. Blaine
grumbled and made a show of looking annoyed, but the sparkle in his eyes was unmistakable. He was
happy. He was actually having fun, which was something Kurt didn't think he'd ever seen Blaine have
before. He'd give anything for Blaine's life to always be this simple. The other boy needed this normalcy in
his life if they were ever going to stand a chance together. He needed something concrete and warm and
solid he needed people around him who supported him. Kurt only hoped his own jumbled one would be
good enough, and that his father, if he ever woke up, would give Blaine a second chance.
"No no, Kurt. That hat looks ridic"
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Kurt yanked Blaine into his arms, while Carole laughed from her seat next to the dressing room door, and
stuffed a big feathery hat onto his curly head.
"Look," Kurt giggled, frog-marching Blaine over to the full-length mirror, "It matches your eyes."
"I look like a peacock," Blaine said flatly, glaring at his reflection as Kurt tucked his chin over Blaine's
shoulder and settled his hands on Blaine's hips.
"You'd make a very handsome peacock," Kurt said slyly. "All the dreary, dull female peacocks won't be
able to keep their beaks off of you."
"They will if they know what's good for them," Blaine muttered, raising an eyebrow and smirking at Kurt's
reflection. "I like my significant others well- equipped, Hummel."
Blaine arched his ass against Kurt, and gave Kurt's reflection a flirtatious wink. Carole cleared her throat
behind them, and Kurt felt his face heat up a bit. It was so easy to forget that Carole was in the room when
he was wrapped up in Blaine. Blaine twisted in his arms and dropped the hat to the floor, completely
unfazed by Carole's pointed interruption. He pulled Kurt close and pressed their lips together, humming
softly when Kurt's lips responded to the insistent press of his.
"I love the way you taste, baby," Blaine mumbled against his lips, slipping his hands into the back pockets
of Kurt's jeans.
"Excuse me, are you guys finished in here yet?"
One of the store's employee's had appeared in the doorway, glaring at the two boys in each other's arms
and Carole seated next to them.
Kurt pursed his lips and bristled at the man's obvious disgust at their affection, but nodded anyway.
"Yes, we'll take those shirts," Kurt told him, gesturing to a handful of long- sleeve, thermal shirts, and a
couple of button- ups. They weren't much by Kurt's standards, but Blaine had refused to let him buy more
even though he wanted to buy Blaine an entire wardrobe. "And this belt," Kurt added, unbuckling the belt
holding Blaine's jeans up and tugging it out of the belt loops.
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The store attendant gave them a haughty, disdainful look as he flounced over and gathered up the shirts
and belt.
"Jackass," Blaine sneered, doing nothing to keep his voice down as the man headed out to go ring them up.
A fierce glare was directed at him, before the attendant disappeared around the doorway.
"Blaine," Carole scolded, standing up and shouldering her purse and a few of their shopping bags. Now
that Kurt thought about it, he should have realized how inevitable it would be for him and Carole to both
end up with several new outfits as well.
"Oh, did I say the truth out loud?" Blaine said sarcastically, as Kurt grabbed up his own bags and led the up
front to the registers.
It was mid-afternoon by the time they piled back into Carole's car and headed for Blaine's apartment. Kurt
curled up with Blaine in the backseat for the short drive, taking comfort in the boy's warmth. As soon as
Carole and him dropped Blaine off they would be headed to the hospital to visit his father and wait for
Finn to meet them after his football game. Kurt hated that he was starting to hate going there. After a solid
week of no response and not even a fluctuation in his father's condition, it was more and more
disheartening to sit there every evening, when Kurt began to realize that things weren't going to change.
When they pulled into the parking lot, Carole gasped in shock from the front seat. Alarmed, Kurt pulled
himself out of Blaine's arms and unbuckled himself as Carole pulled to a stop in front of Blaine's door.
Only the door wasn't closed like they had left it it was thrown wide open and what looked like half a box
of cereal had been dumped across the threshold. He felt Blaine stiffen beside him and unbuckle his own
seatbelt.
Before Kurt had said a word, Blaine was out of the car and pulling his pocketknife from his pocket as he
approached his room.
Carole pressed her hand over her mouth as she watched him walk inside. "Has this ever "
"No," Kurt told her, opening his door and following Blaine inside. The first thing he saw made his heart
split in two. "FAGGOT" was scrawled across the wall above the bed, in giant red letters. Kurt flinched,
anger flaring up in the pit of his stomach, as Blaine re-appeared from the bathroom stuffing his pocket
knife back into his pocket.
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Pure fury was etched into every line of Blaine's face as he took in all of the destruction to his home. His
trunk had been smashed, the contents of it torn and scattered around the room. The pile of dirty clothes
had been shredded and tossed all over the place. The dresser drawers had been yanked free and thrown
around the room. The food inside of them littered the ground and the bed, which was been partially
dismantled, the mattress hanging off of the box spring and the blankets ripped and covered in what
appeared to be the rest of the lube bottle's contents. Fluffs of cotton were mixed in with the food, some of
it still drifting lazily in the air from the destroyed pillows. The mini-fridge have been toppled over on top
of the acoustic guitar, its door swinging about listlessly as a few more soda cans rolled out and onto the
floor. The shattered light bulb emitted a loud popping noise from where the lamp had fallen to the ground.
Giant water spots marked the walls where condoms, probably filled with water, had exploded against
them. Even the curtains had been torn down, though they seemed to be missing for whatever reason.
Kurt's brain couldn't keep up with what his eyes were telling him. This had to be a nightmare. People
didn't just run around and destroy someone's home for no good reason. But as Kurt's eyes came back
around to the word spray painted over the bed, he knew he was ignorantly lying to himself. He'd met the
exact kind of people who did this type of thing just last night. Behind him, he was vaguely aware of Carole
entering the room and gasping in horror, but in front of him, Blaine had kneeled down and picked
something up.
When Blaine stood back up, the torn photograph in his hand was trembling, but the look on Blaine's face
made Kurt feel as though his own heart had been ripped from his chest. He inched closer to Blaine,
catching sight of the old photograph. It had been ripped right through Blaine's curls, separating his
mother's smiling face from his own. Something tight clenched around Kurt's chest. He felt like he was
suffocating.
"Blaine... we- we can m- mend it or tape it or "
"Get out."
Blaine's hand was still shaking, but his voice was more steady and controlled than Kurt had ever heard it.
"No," Kurt said firmly, fighting back the tears welling up in his eyes and reaching out for Blaine's hand.
It was yanked away before he'd even touched it. The constriction in his chest pulled tighter as Blaine
finally looked up at him. The look on Blaine's face spoke volumes to Kurt. He wasn't ready for this. Neither
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of them were ready for it. It was only when they'd met each other that they'd finally opened themselves up
to the possibility of feeling something deeper, something worthwhile. Kurt had had no idea how much this
was going to hurt, and if he wasn't the slightest bit prepared for this then it must have run Blaine over like
a freight train. Blaine had shut himself off for years, and now he was being overloaded to the point of
drowning.
"Get the fuck out," Blaine demanded harshly, throwing the photograph over Kurt's shoulder and dragging
his hands through his curls. Carole ducked down and scooped it up behind him.
"No. Don't you dare shut me out, Blaine Anderson "
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want!" Blaine roared, slamming his fist down onto the dresser so hard one of
the half- broken legs fell away completely, sending the dresser lurching forward and the cracked phone
clattering to the floor. "God, I was so stupid. So fucking stupid to think that this that you a- and me..."
"Let's just clean this up and we'll figure something out "
"Don't tell me what we're going to do, Hummel. We aren't doing shit," Blaine sneered, turning his hateful
glare onto Kurt.
Kurt had never been punched in the gut repeatedly until he couldn't breathe, but he imagined it felt
something like this. A single tear slipped out of his eye and before he knew it he was crying. Carole was
frozen behind him, still horrified by Blaine's room and what he was now saying. It felt like his entire world
was crumbling down on top of him all over again.
"Don't... Blaine, baby, don't shut me out," Kurt hated how desperate he sounded; hated how much he
needed Blaine in that moment. If he lost Blaine, if this was it...
"Why the hell shouldn't it?" Blaine spat furiously, "What the hell has feeling things ever done for me?"
Blaine turned to look at the angry red letters glaring down at them from the wall.
"This isn't your little fantasy world where we live happily ever after or some other bullshit, "Blaine
snapped. "This is reality. This is what happens to guys like us." He pointed towards the wall, and
demanded, "Look at that. You see that, Hummel? That's how the world is. That's all you and I will ever be.
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If the world's just going to beat me down and obliterate any happiness I can get, then why the hell should I
be any different?"
"Because there are people that make the pain worth it," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's arm and holding on
tightly. He pressed Blaine's palm to his chest. "This is worth it. You are worth it."
But Blaine only shook his head slightly, and Kurt knew he was already too far gone, had already retreated
back into his cocoon of pessimism and hopelessness.
"Nothing is worth it," Blaine said quietly as he shoved Kurt off of him. "No matter what, the people who
say they'll always be there aren't."
When Blaine faced him again, his eyes were more dead and hollow than Kurt had ever seen them. The
freight train that had plowed over Blaine had reached its final destination, slamming home into Kurt's
chest.
"Now, get out so I can unclog the curtains in my toilet in peace," Blaine growled, shoving away Kurt's arm
when he tried to pull Blaine against him. He pushed Kurt towards the doorway and Kurt stumbled
backwards into Carole's arms. Tears were pouring down his cheeks as Carole half-dragged him from the
room. The door was slammed soundly shut behind them.
Carole ushered him to the passenger seat of her car and locked him in. He drew his knees up to his chest,
no longer able to stop the gut-wrenching sobs from exploding out of him.
"Oh, sweetheart."
Warm arms circled around Kurt, but they weren't the arms he wanted to hold him right now. He wanted
Blaine wrapped around him, and himself wrapped around Blaine, sharing all the love and comfort they
had to give each other. Carole was familiar and warm against him, but she didn't sooth his soul the way
Blaine did. She didn't smell like peppermint and cigarettes or make his feel at peace all the way to the tips
of his toes and fingers.
From the depths of Carole's pocket, something started ringing out a loud, cheerful tune. Sniffling, Carole
pulled back a bit and dug out her phone.
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"H- hello?"
He felt Carole shift away a little more as she wiped her nose on her sleeve. Apparently, he wasn't the only
one crying. He sat there and shook as more tears sprang to his eyes, not caring who Carole was talking to
or why. He just wanted to knock Blaine's door down and gather him up in his arms and never let go.
Carole's phone snapped shut next to him and he startled at the noise, glancing up through his tears to see
her giving him a watery smile. What the hell was there to smile about when everything he'd ever wanted
or needed had been snatched away from him in just a week? First his father, and now Blaine...
"Good news," Carole said gently, brushing away some of his tears with the pad of her thumb. "Your dad's
awake."











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Chapter Seventeen
Everything was too bright. Even after an hour of slipping in and out of consciousness, the dimmed lights of
Burt's hospital room were still blinding to his eyes. Burt blinked sluggishly, but just the tiny glimpse of
light stung his retinas so he settled for keeping his eyes shut. He was stiff and a bit sore, and when he tried
to move his right arm, he felt something tug at the back of his hand and shift under his skin.
"Burt, don't move too quickly, honey."
Burt dropped his hand back onto the bed, his mind fuzzy and disoriented. His hand was too heavy to hold
up for very long anyway. He felt like he weighed as much as he would on Jupiter. Even his eyelids felt like
they had sumo wrestlers sitting on them. Burt knew that voice, though he couldn't place it at the moment.
It was feminine and soft and tender. Whoever it was kept talking as he tried to wake himself up enough to
respond.
Where was he? What had happened? The last thing he remembered was talking to a customer at the
garage and then... what?
Burt couldn't remember much of anything at the moment. Something soft and warm squeezed his other
hand and another, more hesitant, voice spoke.
"Shouldn't he be more awake by now? I- is something wrong?"
Another voice Burt knew, but this time he could place it. It hadn't changed or dropped an octave since his
son was eight. But now it was frightened, cracking from emotion, and more lost and depressed than he'd
ever heard it before.
"K- Kurt... "
He coughed a little, his throat rough and scratchy as he tried to form a few more words. Nothing came out,
though. He'd barely been able to hear his son's name over the steady bleep that filled his ears. Burt could
only think of one place that made that noise. He must be in the hospital, though why was beyond him. It
probably had something to do with the whatever he couldn't remember at the moment.
"Dad," Kurt's voice cracked with relief, and Burt's hand was squeezed tighter. "Can... can you hear me?"
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"Mmm. " Burt managed to hum quietly as someone else's hand slide into his right hand. The moment their
fingers knotted together it clicked. Carole. His Carole. A thumb brushed softly along his forehead, and
Carole's voice drifted towards him again.
"Open your eyes, Burt."
"Please, Dad."
Those words were all the reason Burt needed to fight the heaviness in his eyes and limps. With a huge
effort, he blinked his eyes open, staring at the blurry vision of his son and girlfriend.
"I'll go get Nancy so they can run their tests," Carole said softly, pressing a kiss to Burt's forehead and
standing up.
Burt meant to call after her, some teasing remark about leaving him, but all he managed was a weak grunt.
Kurt shifted his chair and lifted Burt's hand, clasping it between his own and pressing their hands against
his forehead.
"I've missed you so much, Dad."
Tears were pooling in his son's red rimmed eyes. Just the thought that he was responsible for Kurt crying,
for who knows how long, broke his heart. He gripped Kurt's hand tightly, trying to convey some sort of
assurance when he couldn't really speak.
"I'm... o- okay," he managed to rasp out, as Kurt brushed away a few tears trickling down his cheek. For
whatever reason, the little smile that tugged at Kurt's lips looked only marginally happy. Maybe his head
was still to fuzzy from being unconscious and he was just imagining that.
Carole reappeared with a plump little nurse and a few doctors Burt had never seen in his life. Twenty
minutes later, after several tests, a cup of water, and a lot of questions, Burt's head was starting to catch
up to his last moments of consciousness from almost a week ago. A week in a coma, they told him. He
couldn't believe it. No wonder Kurt still looked so devastated he'd almost lost his only remaining parent.
But at least Carole had been there for him. Burt hated to think what would have happened otherwise.
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His nurse raised his bed until he was almost in a sitting position before she left, promising to bring him
something to eat before long. Kurt and Carole pulled their chairs back up to the sides of his bed and took
his hands again. Tears were still glittering in Kurt's eyes, and Burt hated the sight. There was no reason to
cry now. He was awake. Not completely out of the woods yet, but things were looking up.
"Hey, you don't have to cry anymore, buddy. It's gonna be just fine." Burt tugged weakly at Kurt's hand,
trying to pull him up onto the bed and into a hug. He wasn't even close to strong enough at the moment,
but Kurt seemed to understand what he was trying to do. Kurt curled up to his side, and dropped his head
onto Burt's shoulder. Even through the thin hospital gown, Burt felt the hot tears pouring down his son's
cheeks. He looked to Carole for some sort of explanation, but found her own face screwed up to keep back
her own tears. It was like waking up to find out that the NFL had been permanently cancelled. Except,
neither Kurt nor Carole cared enough about football to cry over it. He had absolutely no idea what was
going on.
"Kurt, what's is this because of me, buddy? You heard the doctor, I'm gonna be fine now... "Burt trailed off
uncertainly. He realized his heart attack and week in the hospital had taken their toll on Kurt, he knew
without a doubt that his son had been terrified and miserable, but he was awake now. Shouldn't they be
happy and celebrating his miraculous recovery instead of lying here watching Kurt sniffle and tremble?
"It's not well, it is... that's part of it." Kurt hiccupped a little, and stared down at where his hands were
still encasing his father's. "So much as changed, Dad. Just... everything has changed."
More confused than ever, Burt shifted under his blankets a bit, shooting Carole a clueless look, and trying
to shift Kurt so that he could look him in the eyes. But then the door banged open, and Finn came barreling
into the room, his football shoulder pads and backpack swinging around. They came dangerously close to
smacking his mother in the head when he flung them into the corner and rushed over to join them.
"Finn Christopher Hudson! Watch where you're "
"You're awake." Finn said bluntly, not even sparing his mother a glance as he dropped into Kurt's empty
chair. He dragged his sleeve across his sweaty forehead and heaved in a few loud breaths. If Burt hadn't
known any better, he would have sworn Finn had run the fifteen miles from McKinley to the hospital
instead of driving over.
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A moment passed, and it felt odd to Burt because it was so silent. Kurt would usually sputter some witty,
sarcastic remark when Finn makes such an obvious statement. He could almost hear it in his head, "No,
Finn. We painted eyes on his eyelids as a practical joke." But it didn't come. Kurt shifted his head against
Burt's shoulder a little bit, but didn't comment. It was so unlike him. Burt glanced down at his son curled
into his side, and he knew, without a doubt, that something wasn't right.
"Dude, you look like your favorite sweater just got put in a blender." Finn had finally noticed Kurt's
miserable form tucked down between Burt's side and the rail of his hospital bed. "Are you sick or
something? Is that why you missed school? Mom thought you were at B "
Finn stopped talking abruptly, his eyes going wide as he stared in horror at Burt. He didn't know what
Finn was so terrified of but one thing was clear Burt wasn't supposed to be aware of whatever it was. It
was pretty obvious that Finn regretted his near slip, but he hadn't stopped himself soon enough. There
were only two people Burt knew of that had B names. Brittany and Blaine... or That Bastard, as Burt had
taken to calling him in his head. Either way, it was still a B. He sincerely hoped it was the former because
he didn't think he'd be able to restrain himself from anything short of murder if it was the latter.
"You were at Brittany's last night?"
He'd hate himself for how ridiculously hopeful he sounded later. Finn cringed and that was all the answer
Burt needed. Sure, he'd caught Brittany and Kurt semi-making out that one time, but he'd never seen the
daft cheerleader again. The odds had to astronomical for Kurt to have gone to Brittany when he was upset
about his father being in the hospital. Although, given his impression of Blaine he didn't understand why
Kurt would go to him either.
Carole's grip on Burt's hand tightened and her thumb traced a few soothing circles into his skin. It was the
latter then, his worst nightmare for his son's first love interest. If that's what Blaine was. He'd missed a lot
in the past week it seemed, and Kurt had some sort of uncontrollable weakness for that vile, foul-mouthed
little
"No, I was at Blaine's place, Dad."
Kurt sat up, his lower lip trembling slightly, but he looked Burt square in the eye as he spoke. There was so
much confidence in that look that Burt hesitated, the angry bellow dying in his throat. Instead, Burt sucked
in a huge breath and willed himself to remain calm. The stern look Carole was giving him would have
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stopped his fuming rant regardless of whether or not he made his own effort to calm himself. Obviously,
Carole had all the details and if she was fine with this situation (whatever it was) then there had to be a
reason. A damn, good, flawless reason for Kurt to still be associating with that delinquent. He'd seen that
boy's ankle monitor, he knew what that meant trouble.
"Why the just what were... why."
Burt couldn't settle on a question to demand answers, too. At least, he'd kept most of his anger out of his
voice. This was undoubtedly not what his doctors had meant when they'd told him to relax. But never
mind that not. He'd had plenty of that while he was in a damn coma for the past week. Resting could take a
backseat to his son's explanation.
"Dad, you don't need any stress "
"And you think not knowing the reason my son's lying here in tears is going to make me less stressed?"
If anything, the constant worry and terrible thoughts that would invade his mind until he had real answers
would be a thousand times worse.
Finn shifted in his chair uncomfortably. Carole's gentle voice interrupted the tense silence.
"Tell him, Kurt. He needs to know." She reached across the bed and brushed Kurt's hair back, and wiped a
tear from his cheek.
"I all right." Kurt took a steadying breath and started talking. For the next hour, Burt and Finn listened to
Kurt, with help from Carole, stumble through the disastrous tale of Blaine's life before Lima. If Burt hadn't
trusted his son's honesty so much he wouldn't have believed any of it. He didn't want to believe any of it.
But, whether he wanted to or not wouldn't change the fact that Kurt was tearing up in his arms as he
started telling them about last night when they'd almost been cornered. Finn's mouth was hanging open in
horror, and Carole's hand squeezed Burt's tighter when his grip became slack. The very thought of his son
being at the mercy of those homophobic assholes tore him to pieces, but Blaine had been there. Blaine had
protected his son. Unfortunately, he knew it wouldn't end there no matter how much he wanted it to. This
would be the first in a long line of such incidents. It was an unavoidable conflict that Kurt, and even Blaine,
would face for the rest of their lives. He hated that thought even more.
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Carole ended up finishing the story, telling them how they'd returned a few hours ago to find Blaine's
apartment ransacked and how Blaine had lashed out and then demanded for them to leave. Burt's chest
clinched up, though it had nothing to do with his recent heart attack. Kurt had curled himself up at his
side, tears silently pouring down his cheeks as he hiccupped. He knew Lima as a whole wasn't very
accepting of anything out of the norm, but the fact that people that terrible lived just a few miles from his
home people that would target his son terrified him. How could anyone be so cruel? That kid had
nothing and nobody to fall back on, and they'd taken what little he had left and made a mockery of it. Burt
couldn't blame Blaine for how he'd reacted. It made sense given everything he'd just heard.
"He's seventeen and he lives alone," Burt said faintly, letting Kurt clutch at his hospital gown and latch
onto him tightly. Kurt hadn't been this much of a wreck since Elizabeth had died, and it terrified him
because Blaine evidently meant more to his son than Burt had ever wanted him to.
"He's got nobody," Carole told him. "Nobody except... " Her words trailed off as her eyes fell on Kurt's tiny
form. She looked back at Burt, an urgent need for him to understand in her eyes. And Burt already
understood. He understood so much more than he wanted to right now. "He can't even lock his front door.
He has to barricade it with his trunk because the lock is broken and he can't fix it."
Kurt shot up at Carole's words and scrambled off the bed. Everyone else startled at the sudden, agile
movement and watched Kurt rub furiously at his eyes.
"He can't lock his door anymore. T- the trunk was smashed. What if they come b- back? I have to go go
help him or or bring him here." Kurt's babbling was slightly hysterical as he stumbled towards the door.
Burt's heart ached at the sight. All his son wanted was to help this boy, a boy who had kept the life shining
in Kurt's eyes even as his world had threatened to collapse around him. An hour ago, Burt would have said
he hated Blaine Anderson and would always hate Blaine Anderson for the rest of his life. He still didn't like
him, but he was so grateful Blaine had been around this past week and just been there for Kurt. It takes
someone special to get through to Kurt the way this kid had done, and from what he'd heard the same
applied vice versa.
Finn's hand caught Kurt's arm and pulled him back towards the bed. Kurt's resistance to the tug was so
weak he stumbled back and dropped onto the bed. He was still crying, the tears falling faster than he was
able to swipe them off his cheeks.
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"You're not going back there tonight, Kurt," Burt said sternly. Or, attempted sternness. Everything was
starting to feel heavy again. "This isn't something you can fix on your own "
"Why? Because I'm sixteen? He trusts me, Dad. He won't let anyone else see him like this! He needs me and
I need him!"
"You're still not going back there toni "
"I can't just sit here knowing they'll go back to finish him off!"
"Kurt, honey, I don't think he'd even let you in until he's calmed down some." Carole tried to reason with
him. Burt knew from the look on her face that Carole hadn't liked leaving Blaine there anymore than Kurt
had, but Blaine was clearly a fragile, volatile boy. If his reaction to the destruction had been half as bad in
person as Burt was imagining it to be, then they were better off letting Blaine cool down on his own for a
bit. Only then would Kurt stand any chance of bringing the boy underneath back to the surface.
"Then I'll sit outside of his door until he does, I don't care! I am not giving up on him. He's come so far
already."
The room's only door creaked open.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Burt turned away from Kurt's tear-stained face and saw his old high school buddy, Jim Ferguson, step
through the doorway. He was in full police officer uniform, spinning his hat on one of his fingers as he
eyed them uncertainly.
"No, just a little... disagreement," Burt said, waving Jim over as Carole sat down next to Kurt on the bed
and wrapped an arm around him.
"I was just stopping by here to follow up on a case and heard one of the nurses say you were awake," Jim
grinned down at him, and patted his shoulder. "Good to have you back, Burt. Was starting to think I'd lost
my favorite mechanic."
"I'm your only mechanic, Jim."
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And it was true. He'd been working with cars since he was fourteen and had helped Jim fix up his first
busted up Chevy when they were seniors in high school.
"Well, I just wanted to pop in and see you. I've gotta get back on patrol, but if you need anything, you know
my number."
He shook Burt's hand firmly and ruffed Kurt's hair a little and said teasingly as he passed, "Chin up, kiddo.
You look like your dad just made you do an oil change in your fancy clothes."
Burt's eyes drifted over to Kurt's miserable face and he had a sudden idea that he hoped would calm Kurt
down for the night at least. Tomorrow was going to be another story.
"Actually, Jim, there is one thing you could do."
Jim turned and raised his eyebrows in response.
"You remember where you saw Kurt last night?"
Jim nodded, "Yeah. Not the smartest place to be after dark. Doesn't get much worse than that side of
town."
"Do you think you could keep an eye on that place tonight? Make sure nothing happens?"
Jim's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, and he shot Burt a calculating look.
"That kid in some kind of trouble?"
"No!" Kurt defended immediately, "He's just alone tonight and there's always drunks outside... "
"But he's been in trouble. There's only a handful of reasons a kid your age would have an ankle monitor
slapped on," Jim countered, folding his arms. He sighed uneasily, and glanced at the door to make sure it
was closed before continuing. "He's on his own, too, isn't he?"
Kurt had frozen next to Burt's knees, his mouth opening to vehemently deny the question, but he couldn't
get his lips to form words. Burt couldn't either. Jim might have some idea of what they could do to help
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Blaine. Still, he'd have to be careful. Jim was a good guy and a great cop, but given the little information he
had on Blaine now, any cop involvement would be more of a hindrance than a help. If anything it would
push Blaine even further away from Kurt.
"Say he was," Burt started carefully, fighting the tiredness starting to weigh down on his eyelids. This was
way too much mental exercise so soon after waking up. "What would happen if you guys got involved?"
"Usually, he'd go into the foster care system, but with a criminal record... "Jim paused and shook his head,
"I don't know. It depends on what he's done, but if it's got him an ankle monitor he'd probably go straight
to a juvenile detention center, or a rehabilitation center if they thought he was worth the effort to reform."
"What if someone took him in?" Carole asked sadly. Kurt was shaking his head as she held him tightly.
Burt knew Carole couldn't afford to take care of another teenage boy on her own, and while he certainly
had the money to do so, Burt knew he was in no condition to do it. Besides, he still didn't know the boy
beyond a few lewd comments that had made him want to rip Blaine's throat out.
"In all honesty, that'd be your best option in this case. I could probably help you reset the ankle monitor to
the new address, and get all of his basic information switched over for you or whoever took him," Jim said
thoughtfully. Burt didn't doubt his words. Jim was a senior officer and had been with the same station
since they'd graduated. "If you get the station involved he'll get put into the system or shipped off to a
detention center," his eyes fell on Kurt's shivering form. "I don't think you'd want that. Most of the guys
aren't too... keen on gay rights either. I mean, if he's... "
Jim looked to Burt questioningly, and Burt nodded in confirmation. That was another good thing about
Jim, he'd been around Kurt since he was born. Any homophobia he'd had when they were younger had
diminished as Kurt had grown and shown them who he was.
"I'll keep an eye on his place tonight. I usually patrol around Thomas anyway." Jim patted Kurt on the
shoulder gently, and leaned down a bit to look him in the eyes. "Nothing's gonna happen to him tonight,
okay? He'll be safe, I promise."
"T-thank you," Kurt mumbled, wiping another batch of tears from his face, "Just, he... don't tell him you're
there. H- he doesn't like cops. You'll only set him off if he knows you're there. He'll do something
something stupid."
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"Sure thing, kiddo."
Jim patted Kurt's shoulder again, and nodded to Burt, Carole, and Finn before heading out into the
hallway.
"You have the best ideas sometimes, Dad." Kurt's voice was still shaky and cracking from the emotional
overload, but the tears had stopped for now. He leaned down and wrapped Burt in a warm, fierce hug and
Burt sighed.
He didn't like Blaine one bit at the moment, but clearly there was something there that he was missing. If
Blaine mattered this much to Kurt, then he indirectly mattered to Burt as well, regardless of whether or
not Burt liked him. Besides, he'd given Finn a second chance after the basement fiasco last spring and
things had been so great ever since it was almost unreal. Maybe that's what he needed to do with this
Blaine kid, too.

Blaine squealed as his father hoisted him up and tossed him on the bed. His little ribcage was assaulted by
two pairs of wiggling fingers as his father collapsed down next to him.
"C'mere, you little rug rat," James growled playfully, tugging Blaine into his arms as the boy laughed
uncontrollably. They wrestled on the bed for a few moments, until Blaine shouted shrilly in between bouts of
laughter, "Okay, okay! I surrender, Daddy! I'll let you read me a story!"
James's fingers paused and he grinned slyly down at his son. "Are you sure? All that laughter makes me think
you like being tickled more than stories!" His hands were a flurry of motion as Blaine tried to wriggle out of
his arms, peals of high-pitched laughter echoing around the room.
"No, no! I want a story! I'll be good and I won't correct you tonight, I promise!"
"Hmm, if you're sure." He tickled Blaine's side once more before pulling the giggling boy against his chest and
fishing a book out from the little shelf next to his son's twin bed. Blaine shifted against him, dropping his mop
of thick, dark curls onto the left side of his chest and draping his little arm over him. James read animatedly
for a good ten minutes, trying to ignore the way Blaine was plucking at the fabric of his shirt and clearly not
paying attention to the story of Peter Pan. The book fell back against his thighs and he threaded a hand
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through Blaine's curls, and pressed a soft kiss against his son's forehead, waiting for Blaine to voice whatever
was bothering him.
"Why does Mamma have to keep taking all of that medicine?"
James sighed at his son's words and sat up straighter, forcing Blaine to sit up as well. "The doctors said they'll
make her happier, buddy. It'll just take a few more weeks for her body to get used to them. I've already told
you this."
"I know, but, "Blaine bit his lower lip and worry flickered in his eyes as he searched for the right words to
explain, "She's not...not Mamma when they make her take that stuff. And she's so sad that you have to work
all the time, Daddy."
"I- I know that, buddy. Your grandfather is very... he wants me to work more and help him out." James
couldn't keep the bitterness out of his tone as he spoke and it didn't escape Blaine's notice.
"Grandpa's mean," Blaine said defiantly, tilting his little chin up and staring his father in the eye, daring him
to challenge his words.
"He's Grandpa's just very difficult, Blaine. He knows what he wants and nothing stops him from getting it,"
James said slowly, ruffling Blaine's hair, "If I do better at work, Grandpa will be happier. Don't you want him
to be happy?"
"I want Mamma to be happy more," Blaine whispered quietly.
"Well, that's what this weekend's going to be all about," James said, pulling a grin onto his face. They'd
finished packing the car up after dinner. Tomorrow, the three of them would be setting out for the lake for a
long, Mother's Day weekend trip."I even took the day off work so we can leave in the morning, buddy."
Blaine gasped excitedly, "I get to miss school? Yay!""
"But I thought you loved school, amore mio." Lyra was standing in the doorway, smiling brightly as she
watched her boys snuggling together on Blaine's little bed. Blaine smiled, too. He loved this time of night the
best. It had been long enough since his mother's morning dose that she was back to herself until she had to
take her evening dose. But he was never awake for that part.
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"It's kind of boring now, though," Blaine grumbled, fighting down a huge yawn, "they always want me to
take naps."
"Imagine how much more tired you'd be right now if you didn't take those naps," James said, picking him up
and pulling back the covers.
"I'm not tired," Blaine mumbled around another huge yawn as he was tucked in, "my mouth is just
stretching."
"Uh huh, and you're eyelids have taken up weight lifting," Lyra laughed, sitting down on the edge of the bed
and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Ti voglio bene."
Blaine's eyes drooped closed and he snuggled down under his Batman sheets. "Love you, too, Mamma..."
Too soon, he was woken by a sharp shake and his mother's voice, "Get up, Blaine. You've got to go to school."
He blinked tiredly in the morning light. His dad had said they were leaving in the morning, hadn't he?
"I thought we were leaving for the lake," Blaine wondered, rubbing his eyes and stretching.
His mother's lips pursed, and that cloudy, empty look was back in her eyes. She'd already taken her dose of
medication for the day. It was always at its worst in the morning. Her evening dose didn't wear off as fast
while she was sleeping, and her doctors had started making her take a higher dosage in the mornings.
Blaine's stomach knotted up as the distance look was directed at him.
"Your grandfather... needed his help this morning. We'll leave when you get back after lunch."
Blaine nodded slowly and watched her leave. He didn't like it when she took her medicine. Her eyes got all
funny and she always forgot to say she loved him, or to hug or kiss him. He got dressed quickly, ate breakfast,
and was out the door with his mother heading to the bus stop half an hour later. It felt like his oatmeal had
turned into a mushy monster in his stomach and was trying to claw its way out. Even when his mother took
her medicine she still always took his hand when she walked him to the bus stop. But today she hadn't. Was it
just the new higher dose making her act funny, or had he done something wrong?
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The bus was just pulling up when they got to the corner and he turned to her expectantly. But she didn't kneel
down or straighten his shirt or comb her fingers through his unruly hair before she hugged him. She didn't
acknowledge his presence at all. His mother's eyes were vacant and hazy as she stared at the bus. It was like
he wasn't even standing there. Blaine knew something was wrong, but he didn't know the words to say it.
Instead, Blaine threw his arms around her legs, feeling hot tears prick at his eyes.
"Mamma, I don't wanna go today," he sniffled quietly, "I wanna stay with you and wait for Daddy."
"Get on the bus, Blaine. You're going to school."
"But "
His mother's strong hand pealed him off and directed him onto the bus. The bus ride and most of his morning
was a blur. It wasn't until after snack time that he finally forgot about his mother's coldness. Mrs. Brockton,
his Kindergarten teacher, announced that they would be making Mother's Day cards. Blaine was more
excited than any of the other children in his class, and he worked meticulously until his teacher called them to
line up for dismissal. He eyed his handiwork on the bus ride home. It wasn't perfect, and he'd probably used
too much glitter, and the little purple flowers he'd made around the border looked more like lollipops, but
maybe it would make his Mamma smile when she saw it. Maybe, it would convince her medications to like
him, too.
But, she wasn't waiting at the bus stop when he was dropped off. It wasn't unheard of, but it was extremely
rare that she didn't meet him by the bus. His heart pounded a bit harder against his ribcage as he hurried
down the block to his house. Maybe, his dad had only just gotten home and she'd forgotten the time. Yes, that
would be it.
The driveway was empty, though. His heart fell a little at the sight, but he shuffled quickly through the front
door, slamming it closed as he tossed his backpack onto the doormat.
"Mamma? Mamma, I'm home!"
His little voice echoed around the hallway and up the staircase. He clutched his Mother's day card tightly as
he waited for her voice to answer, but it didn't. Stomach fluttering nervously, he wandered into the kitchen
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and then the living room. They were empty. The foyer, where the piano and other instruments were set up,
was also empty.
Blaine called out again, but the house remained silent except for his shoes squeaking across the wooden floor.
He came back around to the hall, and bit his lip. Maybe, she was upstairs taking a nap. Mrs. Brockton was
always trying to convince him that naps were the most important part of the day because it gave them
energy or something. His mother was always looking tired these days, probably because of all her new
medications, maybe she'd had the same idea.
Blaine climbed upstairs and passed the open door of his bedroom and then the bathroom. He came to a halt
at his parents' bedroom door. It was closed. He wasn't supposed to go in there when the door was closed,
Blaine reminded himself. But maybe if he knocked loudly enough as a warning it would be okay...
He rapped his knuckles loudly against the wood, and called out for his mother again. His voice was trembling.
He couldn't help it, he'd never been home alone before and he was getting scared. Wasn't his father supposed
to be home already?
He knocked one more time and still didn't get an answer. The doorknob was icy cold in his palm as he twisted
it open. He didn't care if he got in trouble for going in there when it was closed, he had to see if she was in
there. The door creaked open slowly, and he poked his head in.
"Mamma?"
The big bed was empty and sunlight was flittering in through the open windows. Everything was neat and
orderly as usual. Then, his eyes dropped down to the floor between his feet and the foot of the bed. His heart
froze in his chest, and the air was knocked out of his lungs. The construction paper card fluttered to the floor.
The carpet was stained a dark red and at the center of the spot was his mother, her beautiful face turned to
him, her blue eyes wide and staring right at him.
He rushed to her side and dropped to his knees next to her. "Mamma, are you okay? You're bl "
The word died in his throat as his fingers brushed her cheek. The blood soaking through the knees of his jeans
was warmer than his mother's skin. He stared into her eyes eyes that couldn't see him, that were lifeless and
glassy, and would never look at him with love again. He clamped his little fingers around her hand
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desperately, trying to will some of his warmth back into her as tears started to build in his eyes. He didn't
understand. Why was she so cold? Why wasn't she moving? What was he supposed to do?
"Blaine?"
He shifted on the mattress... wait, why was he on a mattress when he was clearly kneeling down next to his
mother's lifeless body?
"Blaine? Are you in there?"
Blaine twisted again and something damp pressed against the side of his face. Someone was knocking
their fist against the door. But, his father hadn't knocked on the open door... Besides, he'd sat there holding
her hand more almost an hour before his father had finally made it home.
The sound of wood cracking jolted him awake.
"Blaine, please, open the door, sweetheart."
He sat up slowly, his heart thumping in his throat as he looked around the room he was in. A dumpy, cold,
little bedroom. The mattress he was curled up on was torn and the curtain he'd draped over part of the
bed and the night- stand to dry after its adventure in the toilet last night was still wet. He wasn't six and
holding his mother's limp, icy hand until his father arrived home from work. He was seventeen and alone.
His parents were both dead now. The door scraped against the floor again and he looked over at the
wedge of daylight trickling into his room. He'd used the mangled remains of his dresser drawers to keep
the door shut, although he didn't trusted it to hold up much.
A familiar face pressed into the opening and attempted a cheerful smile. Or she was actually happy to see
him. Maybe. Either way, that unsettling warmth that nestled down into his stomach whenever he saw Kurt
shouldn't happen when he saw Ca whatever her name was. He tried to pretend she didn't have one. It
was easier that way. Some nameless woman couldn't remind him on his own mother. Because he
was not glad to see her. On the contrary, he never wanted to see her or Kurt ever again. They made things
hurt again, and he'd already had too much of that.
"I've brought you something to eat, Blaine. It's nothing special, but it's warm."
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If she hadn't mentioned food, Blaine would have resolutely ignored her presence outside of his apartment
until she'd left. The last thing he wanted right now was visitors, especially of the motherly kind, but his
stomach rumbled painfully and he caved without much of a fight. He untangled the curtain-turned-blanket
from his waist and shuffled over to the door, tugging the wooden boards up so that she could step inside.
He let them clatter back into place, knocking the door closed.
"Food," he demanded sharply, tugging one of the big Tupperware containers and the spoon from her
hands. He shivered in the blast of cold air the open door had let in and thumped his booted foot against
the heating unit under the window. For whatever reason his tormentors hadn't messed with the little
metal contraption. Of course, Blaine imagined they'd probably have been electrocuted if they had tried
because of the jumble of wires that were sealed together with only some duct tape. Their goal had been to
hurt him, not themselves.
"H- how are you?" Carole stuttered uncertainly, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder or to just offer him
some comfort with her touch.
Blaine jerked his upper body away from her and sat down on the bed, popping the container open. Steam
poured out of it and whatever it was, some sort of stew by the looks of it, smelled delicious. He shoved a
spoonful into his mouth. It tasted delicious, too. Or, maybe that was just because he rarely ate enough to
fill him up. Even wood chippings would taste good when his stomach was constantly hungry. He felt
Carole watching him as he wolfed down the big tub of stew and then moved onto the second container
once he'd finished the first.
"I've got a couple more in the car if you're still hungry. I know how much boys your age like to eat," Carole
informed him, hesitantly sitting down on the bed next to him. Blaine flinched at the closeness, but he
didn't feel like moving while he was stuffing his face with one of the best meals he'd had since he'd been
expelled from Dalton. The reform school may have been a prison in a lot of ways, but the food had been
nothing short of exquisite. Apparently all the rich delinquents' parents hadn't been okay with sub- par
nutrition. The quick meal yesterday had been fantastic, but he was seventeen. He'd been hungry again by
the time they'd left the mall.
Instead of pausing in his eating he swallowed a mouthful of the hot stew and grunted as a reply to her
words. At the very least he could put them in his mini-fridge, which thankfully still worked, and ration it
so that it lasted the rest of the week.
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"I'll go get them, I guess?" It came out sounding more like a question, but Carole stood up and pried the
door open and then shuffled out, shooting him another hopeful smile. He didn't like the way his stomach
twisted up at that look.
Now that he was alone again, he let his spoon sink down into the container as he looked around properly.
There hadn't been much time last night to sort through all of the mess before it got too dark to see. His
first priority had been finding a way to keep his door shut because he had fully expected them to return a
little after sunset when the girl next door got home. But, for whatever reason, they hadn't. He'd been up all
night, using what was left of his duet tape roll to tape the torn pages from books, comics, and notebooks
over the window to hide his room from view of the parking lot. The rest of the mess he'd rolled up in the
destroyed blankets and tossed in the corner to deal with in the morning. He'd set the mini-fridge right and
used the few books and comics that hadn't been destroyed to prop up the night- stand where one of the
legs had been smashed. After that, he'd dropped down on the far side of the dresser and waited until dawn
before crawling onto his bed to sleep.
He slurped down the remaining stew and dropped the empty container onto the dresser next to the
broken phone. He briefly wondered if Kurt had tried to call him last night. It seemed like a Kurt thing to
do, but the entire phone had been cracked right down the middle and the cord was stripped. Just another
thing to add to his growing list of items to be replaced. Though, in this case he probably never would
unless he got lucky and found another one in a dumpster. He'd be lucky if he could afford to replace all the
clothes and food that had been destroyed. Maybe he'd cut off the water for a few months and just use the
showers at school...
The door creaked open again and Carole stepped back inside, her arms full of three more food containers
and a dark red pillow. Blaine simply stared at her, somewhere between amazed and nervous. Why the hell
did she seem to care so much? Kurt he could understand. They'd been as close as two people could
physically get, but Carole... he just didn't get her at all.
"Here's a few more, if you're still hungry. I can bring you some more tomorrow or whenever you run out,"
Carole said kindly, "And this" she held the pillow out to him "Kurt wanted me to give you this since since
yours was ruined."
Blaine stared blankly at the offered pillow. What the hell was he supposed to do? Jump for joy and take it
from her like somehow replacing his pillow made everything normal again? Carole's smile falter a little
and she placed the pillow on the bed, eyeing the curtains and the rest of the mess he'd cleaned up. Her
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eyes stayed on the taped over window the longest, almost as though she was reading the comics or pages
from his books.
"You can go now," Blaine said suddenly. This was awkward and uncomfortable and every time she turned
to look at him, his mother's dead face kept flashing through his mind. He didn't need any more reminders
of his past. His own subconscious and his trips down memory lane with Kurt had been more than enough
to last him a life time.
"I thought you could use some company," Carole said smoothly. Something in her expression hardened as
she dropped the containers on the dresser.
"I don't need you here. I don't need anyone," Blaine scowled darkly, eyeing her with disdain. Sure, Carole
was nice and Kurt liked her a lot, but he didn't need all of these people invading his life. Kurt alone had
opened him up to all this new pain, and he didn't want anymore.
"Actually, you do need me. Or, someone," Carole said bluntly. She turned to face him, and Blaine gritted his
teeth and narrowed his eyes at the look on her face. Her expression was still soft and kind, but there was a
forcefulness there he'd not seen before. "You can't keep living here, Blaine. It's not safe. You're just a boy,
you need an adult "
"Like hell I do," Blaine spat, rising to his feet and glaring at her. "What the hell have adults ever done for
me? Died? Ignored me because they broke when they couldn't handle reality? Left me for dead because I
can't choose who I am? Locked me up for dishing out the same beating I got?"
"Blaine, not everyone is like that. I know it seems that way, but just, please, give me a chance," Carole said
softly, "Your mother would want so much more for you than this."
His stomach clinched at her words, and his mother's last words echoed in his head again.
"You don't know a damn thing about what she wanted for me," Blaine growled as he stalked over to the
door and pulled it open. The wooden boards cracked a bit more as it slammed back against the wall. "Just
because you're a mother doesn't mean you know anything about mine. Get out."
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Some of the forcefulness in Carole's expression flickered. He could tell she regretted her words, even
though she didn't seem to understand why they'd set him off so easily. She paused in the doorway and
turned to face him.
"I'm not giving up on you, Blaine. Neither is Kurt. Whether you want us around or not, we're not leaving
you alone. You're welcome at the Hummels or my house anytime." She dug through her purse and pulled
out a manila envelope, which she opened. With a quick tug, a large picture was pulled out and presented
to him. His breath caught in his throat when she held it up for him to see. "Here. I went and had it repaired
and blown up this morning for you."
Carole placed the photograph, now bigger and sharper in focus, into his trembling hands. His mother's
smiling face stared up at him again. Something cracked in his chest as the eyes in the picture flickered in
his mind from bright and cheerful to dull and empty.
"I may not have known her," Carole added quietly, staring down at the photograph, "but I know that look.
She loved you very much. Enough to want more for your life than a broken apartment and loneliness."
Her hand reached up and cupped his cheek before he had time to react. A soft kiss was placed on his other
cheek and he froze in shock. Carole pulled away just as quickly and readjusted the shoulder strap of her
purse.
"My address and phone number is on the back, sweetheart. If you need anything, just let us know. I'll bring
you some more food soon, okay?"
She stepped outside and closed the door. His heart was pounding in his throat. What the hell had just
happened? He glanced down at the picture again, and flinched this time.
Another flash of cold, dead eyes.
He tossed it on the dresser with the food and slumped over on his bed. He'd planned on going to the little
market around the corner for a few essentials: a new razor, toothbrush, shaving gel, toothpaste, and a few
other bathroom supplies. He didn't feel like doing much of anything right now, though.
Why did everyone in Kurt's life have to care so fucking much? Was it so wrong that he just wanted to be
left alone and never feel again? He didn't need Kurt and his soft touches and gentle words and
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understanding. He definitely didn't need Carole waltzing into his apartment getting all motherly and
trying to take him in or whatever. The only thing he needed was to be left alone. To think, to escape, to
forget all of the things that Kurt made him remember.
Blaine tugged the pillow to his chest and pressed his cheek against it, breathing in deeply. He regretted it
the moment the scent hit his nostrils. Vanilla and jasmine. God, fuck, this was Kurt's pillow. He bit his
lower lip and screwed his eyes shut, fighting back the swell of emotion trying to claw its way up his throat.
The pillow hit the wall before he even realized he'd thrown it.
He didn't need them. He didn't. Only people who cared needed other people, and he didn't care. Not
anymore. He'd been a fool to think he could start caring again in the first place. Blaine tugged on his jacket
and pocketed his wallet. Maybe, a trip to the store wasn't such a bad idea after all.











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Chapter Eighteen
Carole pulled her car into the muddy parking lot of Forestwood Apartments. She zigzagged a bit to avoid
the numerous potholes and pulled into the open spot in front of Blaine's door. Finn yawned loudly in the
seat next to her and kept drumming on his thighs, his sleepy gaze shifting around to take in the rundown
building.
"He lives here?"
Carole nodded as she turned the engine off and stuffed her keys into her purse. "Yes," she replied quietly,
"isn't a very nice place, is it?"
Finn shook his head, and blinked a few times as he stared at the big window connected to Blaine's room.
Carole opened her door and got out, pulling open the back door and grabbing everything she'd brought for
Blaine today. She passed the six containers of food to Finn, pulled out the shopping bag from Friday
afternoon, and the sneakers Blaine had let her borrow. It was still rather early for a Sunday, especially by
Finn's standards, but she'd insisted on stopping by again just to see Blaine and make sure he was still fine.
Jim had called last night to let them know he was on patrol again overnight, but she had still worried. Just
because Blaine's apartment was safe didn't mean Blaine wouldn't go looking for trouble.
"I still don't see why I had to come with you. He's Kurt's boyfriend," Finn grumbled as they approached the
door.
She realized Finn had a point. The only reason she'd suffered through forcing Finn awake at eight was to
give her an extra set of hands and so that he could drive her car back while she took Kurt's Navigator back
to the Hummels house. Kurt had been in no condition to drive it himself on Friday and as much as she
knew Kurt wanted to see Blaine she didn't think it was a good idea just yet. Especially if they were ever
going to get Blaine away from this place. He had to trust all of them, or at least her, and not just Kurt if this
was ever going to work.
"Because Kurt's technically grounded," Carole told him. She didn't bother adding her thoughts of keeping
the two boys apart for a few days. If she'd let Kurt come over like he'd wanted to Blaine probably would
have exploded again. Kurt would push him to open up like she'd started to do yesterday and he'd get mad
again. Carole could handle the rejection, but Kurt was still a wreck from Friday afternoon. He'd been hurt
enough over the past few weeks and maybe a few days without Kurt around would soften Blaine up for
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when they finally saw each other again at school tomorrow. At least that's what she was hoping for,
because the only way Blaine was going to open up again was on his own terms, that much was clear.
"I know, but still... "Finn grumbled, shuffling the containers in his arms as they stopped in front of the
door.
Carole turned to him before she knocked, and bit her lip. She knew Finn and Blaine went to school
together, but she didn't know if they had ever interacted or how Blaine would respond to him being with
her. At the same time she knew that if she convinced Blaine to live with her, Finn and Blaine would be
around each other a lot, and it was best if they get more comfortable with the other's presence now.
Nevertheless, she was still worried that Finn's presence might make Blaine shut down even more. Then
they may never get him out of here.
"Just, Finn. Please, please, be nice and don't mention Kurt or or anything. I don't know how upset he still
is about all of this," Carole pleaded, cupping his cheek so that he faced her. His eyes widened slightly in
alarm at her serious tone, but Finn nodded at her and glanced at the comics taped to the window.
"Why's he torn up all these awesome comics? That panel "Finn tilted his head towards the comic taped
over the top left corner "is from one of the original Batman comics. It's, like, the best thing ever."
"He didn't tear them up, sweetheart. The guys who broke in did that. He just taped them over the window
for some privacy."
"Dude, but that's an original print! That's just they can't just "
"Finn, please, there are more important things right now than a bunch of comic books, okay?"
"Right, sure," Finn said vaguely, still staring confusedly at the ripped up comics books plastered over the
glass.
Carole rolled her eyes at Finn's lack of focus, but maybe Blaine wouldn't mind talking comic books with
him. At least then Finn wouldn't mention anything he shouldn't, and it might lay some groundwork
between them. She tapped her knuckles against the door and pushed it open a few inches to peer inside.
"Blaine? It's Carole."
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When Blaine didn't answer she pushed the door open a few more inches, thinking maybe he wasn't there
and that her and Finn would have to wait. But the sunlight trickled in over her head and fell onto the bed
where Blaine was curled up under one of the torn red curtains with Kurt's pillow hugged to his chest. His
face scrunched up as the sunlight hit him and he grumbled and rolled over, dragging the pillow with him
and burying his face into it.
Carole sighed with relief as she briefly glimpsed his face and bare upper body. No bruises or cuts or
anything were visible that made her think he'd run into those jerks. She had hoped he would be awake
and would let her in at some point to talk, but just seeing that Blaine was physically okay eased the ache
that she felt in her chest whenever she saw him. A shadow fell over her and the sunlight was blocked from
the room. Finn's hand gripped onto her shoulder and squeezed gently.
"It's gonna be okay, Mom. Between you and Kurt nothing's impossible."
She reached up and clasped her hand over her son's, even as her lip trembled a little. Finn leaned over her
and looked inside. His hand tightened on her shoulder.
"Why's that written o- on his wall?" Finn whispered in horror.
Carole glanced at the bright red letters spray painted on the wall, too. "They didn't just destroy his comic
books, Finn," Carole said softly.
Finn said nothing for a few moments and Carole just gazed into the room at Blaine curled up on the bed.
She really hated the thought of waking him up when he'd probably just gone to sleep. With how tightly he
was gripping Kurt's pillow it wouldn't have surprised her if he thought the pillow was Kurt. Just the
thought of breaking him away from some happy dream made her chest ache even more.
"He's such a tiny dude," Finn said behind her. "I can't believe he can bench as much as me. He's like
muscle, skin, and bones."
Carole finally turned her eyes away from Blaine's sleeping form and looked at Finn curiously. She had no
idea what her son was talking about. Blaine wasn't on the football team. He couldn't afford the costs every
member of the team had to pay to the football program.
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"He's in my weight lifting class, "Finn clarified with a small shrug. "Benches as much as any of the guys on
the football team, but I swear he's smaller than Kurt."
She turned back to the opening and looked at Blaine, taking in his broad shoulders and how thin his waist
and chest were. He was certainly muscular, but very lean and so thin from not eating enough for however
long that she could see his ribs where his skin was stretched taut. Perhaps she should have brought a
dozen containers with her. He ate as much as Finn, maybe even more...
"He's a lot stronger than he looks, "Carole remarked. "A lot stronger than even he knows, I think."
"Are we gonna wake him up?" Finn asked her. "He looks like he could use the sleep."
"No," Carole said regrettably. She knew Finn was right. He looked exhausted and had undoubtedly been up
all night worried about someone breaking through the boards he set up behind the door. For now it was
just enough to know he was still okay. She'd get Kurt to text her in the morning to make sure Blaine
showed up for school and was still physically fine. His emotional state would be another thing entirely
once he let them back in.
With Finn's help she wedged the door open enough to pass the shopping bag, shoes, and half dozen food
containers inside before sending Finn on his way with Kurt's Navigator. She dug through her glove box for
a napkin and pulled a pen out of her purse to write Blaine a quick note, letting him know she'd been by
and would return tomorrow afternoon. She passed the note back through the door, dropping it down on
top of the stack of food containers, and stopped for one last look at Blaine. His brow was furrowed and
he'd shifted away from the pillow while she'd been in the car. He fidgeted a bit and groaned in his sleep,
finally rolling over, latching onto Kurt's pillow, and quieting.
She couldn't see his face, but she knew Blaine was smiling against the soft fabric. Somehow, everything
was going to be all right. There was something unfathomably powerful that had brought Kurt and Blaine
together, something that went beyond love and affection and friendship. It was the key to helping Blaine
get his life back and making these boys happy again. She'd come back every day until he trusted her
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Blaine woke from another nightmare with a yelp, his arms wrapped tightly around the pillow he'd been
hugging to his chest. His heart was pounding and his chest was heaving as he pulled the pillow as close as
he physically could. For a moment, he was almost able to convince himself that it was Kurt he was holding.
The scent of vanilla and jasmine, and the soft warmth. But then the fantasy broke. Kurt's skin was soft, but
it didn't cave to his touch. It wasn't slightly rough against his sweaty flesh. There was muscle and much
more warmth enveloping him when him and Kurt were curled up together.
He blinked his eyes open and his vision was filled with red.
Kurt's pillow the only comfort his room had to offer anymore.
He'd regretted getting so angry at it by the time he'd gotten back from his short shopping trip yesterday.
The walk to the convenience store had cleared his head and helped him calm down, but he still hadn't
known what to do with the thing until he'd pulled it close after sunset. He'd buried his face in it and hadn't
been able to let go all night while he waited until sunrise to attempt to sleep.
A chilly blast of air rattled the door open a few inches. Blaine shuddered and tugged the curtain up around
his shoulders. It was a million times colder without Kurt's warm body to tangle himself around. God, why
did he feel worse whenever he thought about Kurt? Shouldn't he feel better without him here to remind
him how to feel?
He climbed off the bed and almost tripped over the pile off stuff next to the door when he went to shut it.
He bent down next to the mountain of Tupperware containers and the shopping bag and tugged the little
napkin off the top. It was a short note from Carole telling him she'd been by and would return. He paused
at the end where Carole had signed her name. With love.
He gulped audibly and stared at it as Kurt's face flashed though his mind. Fuck, his entire body just ached
at the thought of Kurt. It terrified him more than the way his heart swelled at the pile next to his door. He
had no idea what to do anymore. Without Kurt around everything felt like it was crashing down on top of
him, and when he had been here he just wanted to shove him out and get him away from all of this before
it got any worse. Before the cops checked in or caught him and took him back to juvie because he was
living alone.
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He dug through the shopping bag and pulled out a pair of dark jeans and a dark thermal shirt and shuffled
off to the shower. Maybe if he made the water cold enough the numbness would seep into his brain and
heart and make everything stop hurting.

Blaine arrived at McKinley early on Monday morning. He almost hadn't gone to school today, but hadn't
been able to stand sitting in his apartment any longer. Once again he'd been up all night guarding the door
and waiting for whatever might happen, but nothing had. He passed through the side doors of the building
and slunk down the hall to his locker. Half of him was dreading tonight and the other half was just glad
that he could sleep in class without having to worry about waking up in the middle of a beating. He
fumbled with the lock on his locker for several minutes, his hand unsteady as he tried to pick it. He closed
his eyes for a moment and tried to shove down his exhaustion. Ten minutes and he'd be in class and he
could sleep and forget everything...
A pale hand closed over his own as his fingers slipped again. He breathed in sharply and shut his eyes as
Kurt's strong fingers steadied him. God, he'd missed that touch so much. Had missed the warmth and
assurance of Kurt's presence next to him.
He opened his eyes and looked over at Kurt standing next to him. Kurt's hand guided his own back
towards the lock as he looked into Kurt's eyes.
"You really should just use the combination," Kurt said softly, as Blaine twisted his wrist and the locker
popped open.
Blaine just shrugged as he reached in and grabbed a few books. He didn't trust himself to speak, now that
he was face to face with Kurt. He'd thought Kurt would be mad at him after Friday, but if anything he just
seemed more determined to be by his side. What the hell was he supposed to say after Friday afternoon?
He'd been terrible to Kurt, and, for whatever reason, Kurt didn't seem to care.
"You look exhausted," Kurt whispered, brushing his fingers through the curls on the side of Blaine's head.
Blaine jerked away on instinct. God, it was too much. He was already overloaded and exhausted from
everything he was feeling. There was no way he could add anything more to that without collapsing.
"Don't," he demanded sharply, his voice raspy and cracking. "Just, please, don't. I- I can't "
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Kurt's hand retracted at warp speed, or maybe it just seemed that way because everything was hazy and
fuzzy because he was so tired. Kurt leaned against the locker bay and hugged his books to his chest as
Blaine closed his locker. The loud clicks of it snapping shut reverberated in his skull like claps of thunder.
He groaned softly and started to walk away. Maybe he'd just skip today. It's not like he ever learned
anything new anyway...
Kurt's hand latched onto his shoulder and stopped him from walking away. He really didn't have the
strength to fight him off at the moment.
"Are you sure you're okay, Blaine?" The worry in Kurt's voice just made him feel worse, but somehow he
still felt better than when Kurt wasn't there at all.
"I'm fine," Blaine hissed. It came out harsher than he'd meant it, but, god, he was tired. He just wanted to
sleep and make his head stop pounding.
Kurt's hand disappear again, and the sudden lack of warmth on his shoulder made his throat tight.
"I'll always be here for you, Blaine. I don't care how long it takes. Whenever you're ready, I'll be here."
Kurt didn't wait for his reply, he cupped Blaine's cheek and then walked off towards their first period
classroom. Blaine watched him disappear through the doorway and leaned back against the wall of
lockers. He couldn't handle this. He couldn't make the pain or the hurt or the love that was swirling
through him stop. He didn't know how to make it stop. The only thing he knew was that he felt hollow and
empty without Kurt by his side.
Blaine didn't remember most of the day. He slept through every class, and probably wouldn't have even
moved from his chair in first period if Kurt hadn't been there to wake him up. At lunch he went to the
gymnasium and curled up under the bleachers and ended up sleeping straight through his weight lifting
class. It was only when Coach Sylvester screeched loudly during the afternoon announcements that Blaine
woke up, smacking his head against the underside of the bleachers. Kurt had probably been worried by his
absence at lunch, but it wasn't as if he had the money to pay for the shitty school food anyway.
Massaging the bump forming on his head, Blaine crawled out from under the bleachers and dragged
himself down the hall and off school grounds. The walk to his building could have taken five minutes or
five hours, he had no idea. Even though he'd slept most of the day he felt more tired now than he had this
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morning. He trudged around the fence that surrounded his building's parking lot and came to a halt at the
sight before him.
Carole's car was parked in front of his front door again, but she wasn't alone. His stomach clenched tightly
as one of the drunks that had probably destroyed his apartment pounded on her passenger side window.
He couldn't even understand the words the man was slurring through the glass, he doubted Carole could
either. But the intent was obvious enough from the way he was leering at her through the window.
Somehow they knew she was there to see him.
Adrenaline pumping, Blaine took off across the lot until he was right next to the man. He thought this one
was called Henry or Harold or something.
"Fuck off," Blaine snarled, shoving the drunken man away from her car. He stumbled a bit and tottered on
the spot before his blood shot eyes found Blaine.
"Hey, f- faggot," he hiccupped and glared at Blaine. "Found yourself a new mommy, did you? What's she
think of that slut you're fu "
Wham.
The crack of Blaine's fist against the man's cheek echoed off the building's crumbling walls. But apparently
the man wasn't as unsteady and drunk as Blaine had originally thought. He stumbled back a few steps,
clutching at his face, and then charged. Blaine's back was slammed against the side of Carole's car as the
man tackled him. He could hear her screams behind him, but he couldn't focus on that right now. This was
just like when he was in juvie. No emotion, no thoughts, just reflexes and action. He caught a grip on the
man's shoulders and twisted, trying to wrestle him off to give himself some center of gravity to work with.
A fist connected with his gut, but his attacker had over-balanced in his drunkenness and stumbled.
Coughing from the blow, Blaine slammed his knee up against the other man's chest as a fist collided with
his eye. Something caught his eyebrow ring and with a pained cry he felt it tear through his skin. The
man's momentum carried him backwards and he stumbled head first into one of the pillars outside
Blaine's door.
"What the hell is going on out here?"
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The enraged voice of his landlord made Blaine stop mid- step. The drunken man slumped to the ground,
his tongue lolling out of his mouth. The stocky, little bowling ball of a man that owned his building
tottered over to him, glaring.
"What the fuck are you doing, causing a riot out here, boy?" He eyed the drunk suspiciously. "One of your
nasty little jail buddies?" He kicked the passed out man in the leg and glared at Blaine again. "You keep
attracting all this shit and you'll be outta here."
Blaine sneered at him. "Like I fucking want to stay here in the first place. You won't even fix my damn lock
and that's part of my lease."
But the man ignored him, and headed back to the far end of the building where the mailboxes were. He
heard Carole's door pop open as he picked up his backpack.
"Oh my god, Blaine, sweetheart, are you okay? You shouldn't have done that. He could have "
"Get inside," he snapped tiredly, wiping away some of the blood trickling into his eye. He stepped over the
drunk and shoved his front door open. Carole breezed in behind him, closing the door and dropping the
boards into place. Her hands were soft, yet strong, as they grabbed him by the forearms and guided him
over to the bed.
Too exhausted to protest, he dropped down onto the edge of the bed and let her examine the gash through
his eyebrow. He knew she was talking, rambling really, but he could barely focus on the way his eye was
throbbing, never mind her words. He let his eyes drift close as she talked and pressed something soft
against the gash.
" you might need a stitch or two for that," Carole told him, her voice shaking slightly. "Blaine? Are you
listening, sweetheart?"
His shoulder shook a little and his eyes snapped open. God, he should not still be this tired.
"It'll be fine. I don't care if there's a little scar," he grumbled, hoping that was an accurate response to
whatever she had last said. He looked over at her when she didn't immediately respond to his words.
There were tears in her eyes, and her whole face looked like how he felt. Horrified, terrified, helpless in
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stopping everything the world was throwing at him. And all he had to look forward to was another
sleepless night of waiting for intruders that might never come.
"You should go," Blaine said softly, "it's just a cut. I can handle it."
"No, you can't."
Her words were gentle, but firm. They brought back the tightness to his throat that Kurt's presence had
done this morning. If he let them close now, he'd never get away. They'd get close to his heart and hurt
him the same way his own family had.
"This is too much for even me to handle on my own, Blaine." She reached up to pet his hair and for once he
didn't pull back. The touch was soft and affectionate and even though part of himself was yelling to pull
away, he couldn't do it. Maybe he didn't even want to...
"You're not staying here tonight," Carole told him decisively. "Kurt and Finn are already at home with
Burt."
His head shot up at her words. He hadn't known Kurt's father was awake, let alone out of the hospital.
"He's Kurt's dad is "
He couldn't even finish the sentence before Carole nodded. A wave of relief washed over him when he
thought of how happy Kurt must have been to have such good news.
"On Friday. I brought him home earlier and now the boys are with him." She reached down and grabbed
his bag from the floor. "Please, come with me, Blaine."
"I " God, he wanted nothing more than to trust her. To take her offered hand and let himself be led to the
Hummels house.
"Please, Blaine. You're exhausted. Kurt's exhausted. Let us help you."
He couldn't meet her eyes when he finally spoke. "Will I if I go... can I see Kurt?"
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She dropped down to her knees in front of him and cupped his face between her hands and made him look
at her. He could feel the pressure starting to build behind his eyes when he met hers. "I will never keep you
from Kurt, Blaine. You two are so good for each other. Please, stay the night at the Hummels."
"I I " He choked up a little on the words he was trying to push out, and stared into her pleading, hopeful
eyes. It was a look Kurt had given him a hundred times, and one he wanted desperately to see right now.
"Okay."
Her face split into a wide smile, and his heart fluttered strangely as she helped him to his feet. "Just just
for tonight, though, "Blaine clarified as she lead him out to her car.
"You can stay as long as you want or whenever you want, Blaine. There's no need to rush anything." She
stopped him at the passenger side door and squeezed his shoulders. "We'll be here every step of the way,
sweetheart."
With Carole's help he hopped into the passenger seat and buckled up. His eyes drooped closed and he was
asleep before they'd even made it out of the parking lot. Bright lights were shining in through the
windshield what felt like only moments later. Face scrunched up against the harsh lights, Blaine shifted
and squinted around.
"Shhh, I'm just picking us up some dinner," Carole murmured from his left, "I'll be back in a few minutes."
However, part of him still didn't trust her words. He forced himself completely awake and stared out the
windshield at the building they had stopped at. It was a little restaurant he'd never been to, though he'd
seen it during his mindlessly walks around town over the summer. He watched Carole walk inside and
disappear and shifted around until he was no longer slumped down in his seat. At most he'd slept for
maybe fifteen minutes, but he did feel a little better, a little more awake. Carole reappeared with several
bags stuffed full of containers a few minutes later. He had no idea when she'd placed the order or even if
she'd gotten enough for him and her family as she opened the door and passed them over to him.
"How's that gash feel?" she asked, brushing her thumb over the little bandage he didn't remembered being
placed there.
It was stinging and his entire eye socket was throbbing from the punch he'd taken, but instead of saying
any of those things Blaine shrugged a little and adjusted the bags in his lap. Carole retracted her hand
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slowly, still eyeing him with concern, but she said no more as she pulled out of the parking lot and drove
them to the Hummels house. Blaine stared out at the little square houses as Carole pulled onto Kurt's
street. Some of his hesitancy and uncertainty was starting to creep back up on him. It couldn't hurt just to
stay for one night, could it?
Carole insisted on carrying in all of the take away bags, which left him with only his dumpy little backpack
as he followed her up the front porch.
"Come on, Blaine," she said gently, nudging him through the doorway and into the living room. The first
thing he saw was Kurt's father and some kid from his weight lifting class seated on the couch and
watching football together. They both looked up and stared at him when Carole tugged him further inside.
Blaine could tell just from Burt's stern expression that the man wasn't surprised to see him. He didn't
seem pissed off by his presence either, which Blaine thought was probably a good sign. His first
impression had been memorable certainly, but in the worst possible way.
"Blaine, I think you know my son, Finn, from school?" Finn gave an awkward jerk of his head and glued his
eyes back onto the television. Carole looked to Burt next and said, "And Kurt's dad, of course."
Blaine bit his lips and nodded slightly at the man. It shouldn't be possible to be that intimidating when you
had just been released from the hospital. God, what the hell was he doing here? Burt would probably skin
him in his sleep and try to package him up and sell him as meat. He wouldn't even make a decent meal
since he was just skin and bones. And then he'd never see Kurt again or
"Hello, Blaine. Quite the shiner you've got there."
Finn seemed to have picked up on the tension between them, because he shuffled over to Carole and
snatched up the food bags with a quick, "I'll go sort these out. Did you get me extra fries?", and ran off to
the kitchen.
Blaine nodded in agreement, and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. When he didn't offer any
explanation, Burt shifted his eyes back to the television. "You like college football at all?"
"Uh, yeah," Blaine cleared his throat to take some of the gruffness from his voice. It was still raspy and
exhausted sounding when he added, "I used to be a big Buckeyes fan."
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"Yeah, me and Finn are, too," Burt said simply, his eyes darting back over to Blaine. There was something
like concern in his gaze and on instinct Blaine took a step away from him, but Carole was right behind him.
He swayed a little because of how exhausted he was, but her hands steadied him on his feet and kept him
there.
"I should I should go," Blaine grumbled. This was too awkward. Kurt's dad hated him. He knew he did and
he didn't blame him either. He was better off just risking sleeping at his apartment tonight than staying
here.
Finn shuffled back into the room and towards the closed door opposite of them. Kurt's door. Blaine's
breath hitched slightly as Finn yanked it open and bellowed down the stairs that dinner was here.
Blaine had to shut his eyes at the swell of emotions that Kurt's voice created.
"I already told you I'm not hungry, Finn! Besides, I've still got to finish my moisturizing routine."
Finn shrugged and rolled his eyes as he disappeared back into the kitchen. Blaine barely noticed him
walking past. His eyes were transfixed by the now open door. Kurt was right down those stairs,
completely clueless to him standing over his head. All he wanted to do was race downstairs and wrap
himself around Kurt, but Burt... Burt would never allow that.
"Go on, kid."
Startled by the words, Blaine jerked his head around and stared at Burt. He could feel the desperate hope
clawing up his throat as Burt jutted his chin in the direction of Kurt's door.
"He could do with a good surprise."
Lips trembling slightly, Blaine tried to say something, anything to tell him how much this meant. But
nothing came out. Slowly, he trudged over to the open door, glancing back at Burt as though he expected
him to suddenly change his mind. Once his feet hit the first step he practically vaulted down them to get to
Kurt. The room was empty, though, and his heart dropped in his chest until he heard Kurt's exasperated
voice echo out from the bathroom.
"For the thousandth time, Finn, I'm not hun "
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Kurt appeared in the doorway, the towel he'd been using to dab his face dry falling to the floor in his
shock.
"Hi," Blaine whispered, taking another tentative step forward. Just the sight of Kurt made his chest feel
like it was going to crack because his heart was swelling painfully. And then Kurt was rushing at him, and
this beautiful boy was in his arms, and everything he'd been holding inside broke.
He pressed his face against the side of Kurt's neck as Kurt's arms wrapped tightly around him, and the
tears started to cling to his eyelashes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he choked out, clutching desperately at Kurt's back as they dropped down onto the
floor.
"Shh, I've got you, baby," Kurt mumbled against his hair, and Blaine felt himself being pulled closer until
Kurt's warmth was the only thing he could feel. He wrapped himself around Kurt, and breathed in his
scent between his shaky sobs. This was where his real home was. This was where he belonged, right here
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Chapter Nineteen
Kurt pressed his head back against the headboard of his bed and shifted a bit under Blaine's weight. He
brushed a thumb over the soft skin under Blaine's eye, watching the boy's long, dark lashes flutter a bit.
His heart gave a funny jolt in his chest as he looked over Blaine's face his slightly parted lips and almost
peaceful expression as his warm, even breaths ghosted over Kurt's neck.
He still had no explanation for the black eye or the bandage over Blaine's eyebrow, or even how Blaine
had come to be in his house. Truthfully, Blaine had been the last person Kurt had expected to see when
he'd heard someone come down to his room. But it had been the most welcomed surprise he could have
asked for, at least until Blaine's tears had started. The gut- wrenching sobs had made his chest constrict
until it hurt to breathe, and he'd done the only thing he could do. He'd gathered Blaine up in his arms and
helped him over to the bed, laid him down, and held him until he'd fallen asleep.
It hadn't taken very long. The few minutes Kurt had seen Blaine in the hallway that morning had been
enough to tell him that Blaine had reached his breaking point. He wouldn't be surprised if it turned out
Blaine hadn't slept all weekend, and even if he had, it couldn't have been very well considering he'd slept
through all of their classes and the fact that he'd still woken up looking more exhausted than before.
With a sad sigh, Kurt sunk down the headboard a few more inches and held Blaine tighter against his
chest. Blaine murmured in his sleep and nuzzled his face against Kurt's neck, the arm draped over Kurt
tightening slightly. God, Blaine was imperfect in the most perfect ways. Everything he tried to keep hidden
was everything that Kurt loved about him. He was so glad that Blaine seemed to being realizing that Kurt
would take him as he was no matter the difficulties or heartache it caused.
From the top of the stairs Kurt heard his bedroom door creak open and then the sound of approaching
footsteps. For a moment he was terrified that it was his father. He knew his dad was still unsure about
Blaine, but it couldn't be him coming down the stairs. Burt was strictly confined to the ground floor except
when he went up to bed. Besides, the footsteps were too fast. And they were too soft to be Finn's
thunderous steps.
Carole stopped for a moment on the landing, a tray piled high with food and drinks in her hands.
"How is he?" she asked quietly, descending the remaining few steps and approaching the bed.
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Kurt shrugged as much as he could under Blaine's weight, and mulled over the proper words. "He's better
now that he's here with me, but he's far from okay."
Carole nodded sadly and pulled his desk chair over so that she could sit next to the bed. "He's been
through so much. He's so lucky to have you."
"I'm lucky to have him," Kurt mumbled, pressing a kiss to Blaine's forehead and trying to sit up. "I didn't
expect to have anyone understand what I was going through when Dad was in hospital. But then there he
was."
"Here," Carole said, placing the tray on the desk and pulling Blaine off of him a little so that he could sit up.
Blaine groaned in protest and fought out of her hold, latching back onto Kurt's body like Velcro. Despite
himself, Kurt grinned broadly as Blaine snuggled back down on top of him. He loved the feeling of Blaine's
warmth pressing down on him and surrounding him; loved feeling so wanted.
With Carole's help he arranged one of the plates on the mattress next to him and started eating.
"He's probably starving, but I'd hate to wake him up," Carole whispered, reaching over and brushing
Blaine's curls off his forehead.
"Yeah, he's exhausted," Kurt agreed, pausing in his eating to stare down at Blaine. "He cried himself to
sleep earlier."
"He "Carole paused and her face fell. Kurt could see the heartbreak in her eyes, but he could tell she
wasn't completely surprised. It had only been a matter of time until he broke down.
Kurt speared a slice of tomato onto his fork and asked quietly, "What happened to his eye?"
He listened to Carole's tale while he finished eating. She'd arrived at Blaine's apartment not long after
school had let out and waited for him in her car. Some drunk man had come staggering into the lot and
started shouting at her about her "little faggot pity project" until Blaine had arrived and fought him off.
Kurt stared at her in horror for a few moments, easily able to picture the scene, but wishing he couldn't.
When was the world going to give Blaine a break? Was Blaine just going to spend the rest of his life
fighting to have an ounce of happiness? It wasn't difficult to see why Blaine so readily chose to shut back
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down at the first sign of trouble. If every memory of Kurt's own life had been that way he doubted he'd
still be standing, let alone able to let someone in the way Blaine had let him in.
"At least he's here and safe now," Carole said softly, picking Kurt's empty plate up from the bed and
setting it on the tray. "I just hope tonight will convince him to stay with one of us permanently."
"Why wouldn't he?" Kurt asked in bewilderment. " We can't let him go back there."
"We can't really stop him either," Carole told him, her voice heavy with tiredness. "I can't force him to stay
here, and if we get the cops involved... " She trailed off and looked down at Blaine before adding, "The
choice is his to make. I think it's going to take some time for him to adjust to being able to stay here. It's
not going to happen overnight."
Kurt pursed his lips, but didn't respond. He knew Carole was right. It had taken him weeks just to see
anything worthwhile in Blaine, and if Blaine hadn't been so exhausted he wouldn't be in Kurt's arms right
now.
"I just want him to be safe. I don't want him hurt anymore. Maybe he'll want to stay if we're sharing a
room," Kurt said thoughtfully.
Carole face was suddenly stern. "For tonight, yes, because he's so upset. Your dad won't let this happen on
a regular basis, or at all probably. Even if you two are... " She waved her hand at them and Kurt took that to
mean 'being intimate and having sex'. But his father didn't know all of those details. He'd been careful to
leave that information out of his story. "You're both still teenagers, Kurt, and if he's going to end up taking
Blaine in, then I imagine he'll turn his office into a bedroom or something. There will be house rules he'll
set up for the situation."
He should have realized that tonight's sleeping arrangements were too good to be true. Blaine wouldn't
like being separated from him while still being in the same house. Hell, he'd probably try to sneak down to
Kurt's room every night. The thought sent a thrill down Kurt's spine and made him blush, but this really
wasn't the time to get turned on by possibilities.
"I'll leave this food here in case he wakes up, okay?" Carole said, grabbing his empty plate and putting his
desk chair back. She helped him tug the comforter out from under them, removed Blaine's sneakers, and
tucked them in tight. "Goodnight, boys. Sweet dreams."
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She bent down and kissed him on the cheek and then pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's forehead before
heading back upstairs and turning off the lights. Blaine shifted against him, sighing softly as his hand let go
of Kurt's side and found Kurt's hand where it had been resting on his chest. Surprised, Kurt watched their
fingers lace together, and let Blaine tug his hand close.
He smiled softly as Blaine settled back down into his arms and pressed his cheek into Blaine's curls. "I love
you, Blaine," he whispered in the darkness. He didn't know what Blaine would do tomorrow, but he hoped
it wouldn't be long before Blaine was always here and safe in his arms.

Finn was yelling at the television, but for the first time in years Burt honesty didn't care about the
Buckeyes game. His ears were trained on the cracked doorway to his son's room, listening for the sounds
of Carole's returning footsteps.
He still wasn't sure if sending Blaine down there had been the best idea, but he knew how much the boy
meant to his son. Carole had at least called and warned him about their unexpected guest, but he'd been
nowhere near prepared for the completely broken boy that Carole had all but shoved through the
doorway. The last and only time he'd seen Blaine the boy had been cocky and arrogant, calling Kurt names
that still made Burt's blood boil when he remembered the encounter. But somehow it had all paled in
comparison when Blaine had suddenly stood before him, shivering with a hopeless, dead look in his eyes
until he'd heard Kurt's voice echo up the stairs.
Everything Kurt had said at the hospital had made sense to him in that moment. The way Blaine's face had
brightened like a supernova, and his eyes had become transfixed by the doorway. Blaine was not the same
boy he'd met a few weeks ago, but he was still nervous at the thought of him alone with Kurt, or even
being in his house. Because regardless of whether or not Blaine was the same boy he'd originally met, Burt
still didn't know anything about him beyond what Kurt and Carole had told him.
A loud cheer from Finn's end of the couch made him glance at the screen. Another touchdown for the
Buckeyes, pulling them ahead by five with twenty- six seconds to go. This game was in the bag. He glanced
down at the half- empty bowl in his lap, and then to the handful of fries Finn hadn't finished off yet. Carole
had made him a separate meal, something healthy and salt free that tasted like plywood. Maybe he could
sneak those last few fries. It's not like Finn would notice with the game still going...
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"Burt Hummel, don't you dare!"
He retracted his hand quickly, trying to look moderately guilty as Carole stormed across the room and
snatched up the to- go container. She glared first at Burt and then at Finn, who continued to stare at the
screen. A sharp swat to Finn's head made him shout in protest and finally look up at her.
"I told you to keep an eye on him, Finn," Carole scolded, swatting at Burt this time. Burt let her hand smack
lightly against his chest and offered no response as she carried the fries away. His stomach rumbled, and
he couldn't stop the pout that took over his features. How was he supposed to survive on vegetables? He
wasn't a rabbit or a goat or something. Carole returned and closed Kurt's door all the way before settling
down on the couch between them.
" It won't hurt to have just a few fries," Burt grumbled miserably. He could feel Carole's glare before he
even looked over at her.
"You know what the doctor said. No junk, lower your cholesterol, and "
"All right, all right." He sighed heavily and draped his arm over her shoulders. Carole nestled into his side
and it was then that he realized something. Or maybe he was just completely focused on food right now.
"What happened to all that food you took downstairs?"
Carole tilted her head up to glance at him, looking slightly suspicious at his question. Apparently she
thought he was that desperate for some real food, but she answered regardless. "Blaine was asleep so I left
it in case he wakes up. I swear he eats more than Finn."
Burt nodded silently. He remembered well what it was like to be sixteen. All he'd done was shovel food
into his mouth every chance he'd got, and even then he'd still been hungry. From what Carole and Kurt
had told him he knew Blaine had been living off crappy school food and whatever little bit he could afford
for months. It wasn't that surprising that he could put away more than Finn.
"Was Kurt still awake?" Burt asked softly, looking up at the screen as the final whistle sounded.
He felt Carole nod against his chest. "He ate a bit, but he's going to sleep now. They've both had a long
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"Long weekend," Burt corrected gruffly.
"That, too," Carole agreed. She paused, and Burt felt her stiffen slightly against him. He didn't know why
until
"He said Blaine cried himself to sleep." Carole's voice was sad and shaky. "That poor boy's had such a
rough life. What would have happened to him without Kurt "
"Hey, no," Burt chided gently, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "None of that. He does have Kurt. He's got
us, too, now. I mean, I don't like them being alone down there... together and all, but," he shifted a bit so
that he could look Carole in the eyes. "I have never seen Kurt happier than when he talked about Blaine.
Even when he cried his way through that story... the way his eyes just lit up when he said Blaine's name...
I'm not letting that kid get away from him without a fight, okay?"
Carole sniffled and gave him a watery smile. "I just worry about him a lot, that's all. He's been on his own
for so long. Even when he did have an adult around, I think he had to take care of himself."
Burt's heart thumped painfully in his chest as Carole dabbed at her eyes and dropped her head back onto
his shoulder.
"He'll be all right," Burt reassured her. He felt slightly guilty for saying it because he wasn't sure. There
was no way he could guarantee that Blaine was going to accept their help temporarily or even
permanently. And if him and Blaine didn't get along well then the kid definitely wouldn't stay, even with
Kurt there. At least he didn't think Blaine would. Blaine was more than welcome to the safety of his home,
even if Burt ended up not liking the boy, because living here or just eating here was better than where he
was now and Burt wasn't going to take that away from him. Or Kurt, unless Blaine gave him a damn good
reason to keep them apart and not let him stay. It was so hard for Burt to judge Blaine's reactions when he
didn't know anything about him from personal experiences with the boy.
Finn toed his sneakers off next to them, and flipped through the channels. "What do you guys want to
watch now?"
Burt remained silence as Carole started talking about some new sitcom that was on in ten minutes. He sat
back and let them enjoy the show. There were too many thoughts and possibilities chasing each other
around in his head for him to focus on what seemed to be a hilarious television show.
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"Hey," Carole whispered, and he knew before she even continued that she had read his mind. "We'll
worried about it tomorrow. One day at a time, okay?"
He smiled softly in reply and turned to watch the television. He let them argue over which show to watch
next for two hours, occasionally joining in, but he could tell that Carole knew he was still thinking about
Kurt and Blaine. By the time the ten o'clock news started up, Finn was yawning widely and asking them
where he was sleeping since Blaine and Kurt were already asleep.
Burt jumped on the question before Carole could supply an alternative. As much as he trusted Kurt, he
didn't trust Blaine, or more specifically two teenage boys, alone together all night. "Just sleep on Kurt's
couch like always."
"But isn't Blaine on the " Finn's words stopped as he realized the truth. "I'll just sleep up here instead," he
said quickly, getting up and grabbing his bag, his face turning red. "I don't want to i - interrupt or, um... "
"Oh, no, there won't be anything to interrupt," Burt said forcefully, struggling to rise to his feet as he
pointed Finn towards Kurt's door. "Downstairs." At Finn's terrified look he added, "They're both
exhausted, and will probably sleep until noon if we let them."
"Um, if you're sure... "Finn trailed away still eyeing the door nervously.
"I'll help you get situated," Carole told him gently, opening the door and tugging Finn behind her. She
turned on the landing and raised her eyebrows at Burt in exasperation, clearly cottoning onto his
intentions. Burt followed them towards the stairs and Carole stopped him, pressing her hands flat against
his chest.
"Burt, you shouldn't be moving this much. You know that."
"I'm going downstairs to see my son," Burt told her flatly.
She bit her lower lip and Finn turned to watch the exchange. Eventually, she nodded, but still looked as
though this was against her better judgement. "Finn, help him down the stairs. I'll go down and turn the
lamp on."
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Carole shimmied past Finn on the top step and disappeared down into the darkness. Finn gave him an
awkward smile and slung a heavy arm around his shoulders. The lamp next to the staircase flickered on
below them as Burt steadied himself on the railing and slowly made his way down the stairs. He could see
Carole shuffling back and forth between the couch and Kurt's closet with pillows and blankets as she made
up a bed for Finn.
He was sweating heavily by the time they reached the carpeted floor of Kurt's bedroom. Finn held his
shoulders tightly, looking concerned as he made sure he was steady on his feet.
"I'm fine, bud," Burt grunted, wiping his sleeve over his forehead and dropping down into Kurt's lounge
chair. His muscles ached terribly from the few minutes of climbing down, but he still felt good. Tired, but
good. Carole arranged the last blanket on the couch and turned to Burt.
"Are you okay, honey?" she pressed a hand against his forehead, and Burt closed his eyes at the sensation
of her cool skin.
"Yeah, yeah. Just not used to moving a lot. It's fine," he said quietly, turning his gaze to his son's bed.
It was still dark and shadowy in the corner where Kurt's bed was, but he could just make out the outline of
his son's profile and a mass of curls against Kurt's neck. Finn stepped past him, looking as concerned for
Burt as Carole still was, and stumbled right into the coffee table. The table scraped across the wooden
panels and the empty cup and popcorn bowl that had been sitting there clattered to the floor. Burt barely
even registered them falling because of Blaine's reaction to the noise.
The boy had shot up out of Kurt's arms, a hand plunging into his pocket and pulling out something
metallic that glinted faintly in the dim light. The knife was raised and steady, ready to strike whoever
Blaine thought was invading his room. Because Burt knew that's exactly what the boy thought was
happening. The wild, terrified way his eyes, half- closed and crusted with sleep, darted around the room,
the way his entire upper body was tense and practically humming with sudden energy. It all spoke of how
he was used to living in constant fear. Burt rose from his chair, intent on doing something to assure Blaine
that he was safe, but Kurt sat up quickly and grabbed Blaine's wrist.
"Shh, it's okay, baby." Burt heard Kurt whisper soothingly. Kurt's other hand reached up and tilted Blaine's
face down, pressing their lips together in a soft, warm kiss. Burt froze where he was now standing,
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completely mesmerizing by the sight of his son kissing someone. It was gentle and slow and reassuring in
a way that Burt knew his own words never would have been.
Kurt touched his forehead to Blaine's and started to ease the knife from Blaine's grasp.
"K- Kurt?" Blaine mumbled sleepily, his shoulders relaxing slightly as Kurt pressed another kiss to his lips.
"Of course it's me," Kurt murmured, tugging the knife from Blaine's grip and wrapping one arm tightly
around Blaine's chest so that he could hold him close. The other arm, stilling holding the knife, dangled
uselessly at his side. Burt took a few slow steps forward, his heart trembling in his chest at the scene he
was watching. He'd been told they were close now closer than he'd ever wanted Kurt to get to Blaine
but he'd never imagined this. The loving touches and soft acceptance that was rolling off Kurt in waves.
The way Blaine melted into his son's embrace and dipped his face into the curve of Kurt's shoulder with a
contented sigh. For a moment he swore his Elizabeth was the one sitting there rocking Blaine, and not his
Kurt. His boy was so much like his dead wife sometimes it made him was to cry. Kurt tangled one of his
hands into Blaine's curls and stroked them slowly, murmuring soft, sweet words against Blaine's cheek
that Burt couldn't understand.
God, when had his son grown up? When had the little boy who had demanded a tea party every
Wednesday afternoon become such an incredible, caring, mature man?
Carole stepped towards the end of the bed, and took the knife from Kurt's hand. Burt watched her drop it
onto the night- stand as Kurt shifted Blaine in his arms and pushed the leather jacket off the boy's
shoulders. For whatever reason, Burt had thought that Blaine was bigger than Kurt. Maybe it had been the
abrasive personality, and the fact that he was loud, that had made him seem so much larger than he
actually was. Burt couldn't help but feel surprised as he took in just how tiny and thin the boy actually
was. Kurt helped Blaine out of the jacket and passed it to Carole.
"You wanna take your shirt off, too?" Kurt asked him and Blaine hummed and nodded a bit. Together they
tugged the long sleeve shirt over Blaine's head. It hit the floor right in front of Burt's slippers, and Carole
quickly scooped it up and draped them over Kurt's desk as the boys settled back down into the bed.
Blaine sighed softly and curled himself around Kurt's torso. Burt felt like he wasn't even there as Kurt
wrapped Blaine up in their blankets and continued to murmur in his ear, focusing on Blaine's needs this
very moment more than any sense of what could have been uncomfortable self- awareness. Even worse,
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he felt like he was intruding on something private, something intimate that they were sharing that nobody
else not Carole, or Finn, or himself could understand.
Finn had straightened out the mess he'd made while they'd been focused on Blaine and Kurt.
"I'm gonna change," he told them, staring at Kurt and Blaine snuggled up on the bed. He leaned down and
kissed Carole on the cheek. "Goodnight, Mom." He turned to Burt next. "Night, Burt."
"Night, bud," Burt replied, still watching his son drift off to sleep. He was definitely going to have to make a
huge effort to get to know Blaine, because one thing was obvious to him now that he'd seen them together.
Blaine wasn't going anywhere for a very long time.

Everything was delightfully warm and soft. A strong pair of arms were holding him down and something
fuzzy and soft was draped over his bare back. He kept his eyes shut and burrowed down into the other
person's body. Blaine didn't know why it was so comforting and reassuring to be held by someone that he
was probably imagining while he was still half asleep, but it was a wonderful break from reality and his
usual nightmares. He smiled a bit against the person's neck, deciding to enjoy it while it lasted. Because it
never did. It would all come crashing down in a few moments when he was fully awake.
He breathed in and his throat constricted tightly as the scent snapped him out of his sleepy daze.
Vanilla and jasmine and a hint of cinnamon that wasn't familiar, but was still welcoming.
Kurt. He was in Kurt's arms, in Kurt's bed, in Kurt's house. He wasn't in his frosty and lonely apartment
with the only hope he had for the morning was that he actually woke up. He was safe and, dare he think
it, loved. The boy he was in love with had him wrapped up in his warmth and strength and had given him
the first peaceful night he'd experienced since he was a small child.
Blaine shifted a little and caressed the other side of Kurt's neck with his fingers as he brushed his lips over
Kurt's throat. He had no doubt that he could get used to waking up like this every morning for the rest of
his life.
"Good morning," Kurt mumbled from above him. Blaine opened his eyes to find Kurt staring down at him.
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"Morning," Blaine rasped. He cleared his throat and dug his elbow into the bed, hoisting himself up so that
he could greet Kurt with a warm kiss. Kurt hummed against his lips, and Blain felt his tongue trace over
his lips. He sighed and dropped his forehead down onto Kurt's.
"I was just about to wake you up in a minute," Kurt whispered, tilting his chin up to brush their lips
together again. "But this is much better."
"Definitely," Blaine mumbled, sucking Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth and making Kurt gasp. Kurt's
hands tangled into his hair and pulled him down harder against his mouth. Blaine shifted himself until he
was laying on top of Kurt and let Kurt's tongue thrust slowly into his mouth. He moaned softly, and rocked
his hips down. God, it had only been four days. He should not be this needy and hard after only four days.
Something of that might have to do with the fact that he'd just woken up and had already been well on his
way to being rock hard, but still.
The hands tangled into his curls skimmed down to the back of his neck and spine. Kurt's fingers pressed
firmly into his back and before Blaine realized it, Kurt had rolled them over and was hovering over him.
Blaine let his legs fall open as Kurt lowered himself down on top of him. The silky fabric of Kurt's pajama
top was cool against his chest as he felt Kurt's hips settle between his thighs.
"God, I've missed you," he groaned, arching up and pressing their cocks together. Kurt was half- hard
against him already as they thrust roughly together for a few minutes.
Kurt leaned down and whispered, "We have to be quick. Finn's already been in the shower for ten
minutes."
Blaine didn't even get a chance to reply before Kurt's mouth covered his again. He rocked his hips up,
tilting slightly to the left so that his cock pinned Kurt's against his navel. Kurt whimpered and rocked with
him, their open mouths sliding together as Kurt hardened against him further.
Blaine didn't even bother with unbuttoning Kurt's top. Instead, he grabbed the hem, and pulled it up over
Kurt's head and tossed it somewhere behind them. Just the few seconds without contact made him whine,
but Kurt was back instantly, rubbing their chests together and fumbling with the button on his jeans. He
raised his hips up as Kurt ripped down his zipper, and pushed his jeans and boxer- briefs down enough for
his cock to spring free.
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Kurt's hand grasped him loosely, and Blaine froze, staring up at Kurt uncertainly. They'd done a lot
together, gone as far as having actual sex, but he'd never really given Kurt the chance to explore him or
touch him like this. The hand on his cock tightened a little and slowly stroked up his length, slipping in his
pre- cum and spearing it down to the base of his cock. Blaine groaned and jerked his hips up, sliding
himself through Kurt's fist.
"Fuck," he gasped loudly, as Kurt moved his hand faster, a little more sure. Blaine knew it wouldn't that
difficult for Kurt to figure it out the rhythm he loved, but he knew from experience that some guidance and
direction make it better. It wasn't as if Kurt had never jerked off before, though the pressure and twist of
his wrist might be a little different for the two of them.
"Tighter," Blaine told him softly, reaching up and stroking Kurt's cheek. Kurt pressed his other hand into
the mattress next to Blaine's side and held himself over him as he tightened his fist. He could see the
excitement and nervousness in Kurt's eyes as he started pumping his cock again.
"Like that?" Kurt asked quietly, dipping his head down and capturing his lips in a hard kiss.
As Kurt's wrist twisted over his head, Blaine cried out, his breathless moans muffled by Kurt's lips. He was
panting as he pulled his lips away from Kurt's mouth. "Faster, Kurt, just like that." He rolled his hips with
the tempo of Kurt's fist, the little gasps and moans escaping from his mouth getting increasingly louder.
From the bathroom, he vaguely heard the shower cut off and Kurt's hand slowed to a crawl. Blaine
growled in frustration and glared up at Kurt, who was staring at the bathroom door.
"Quiet," Kurt told him, locking their lips together and forcing his tongue into Blaine's mouth. The hand on
his cock started moving faster again, and Blaine whimpered faintly, one hand digging into Kurt's lower
back and tugging him down while the other pulled at the drawstring on Kurt's pajama pants and pushed
them down his hips.
He swung his leg over Kurt's hip as Kurt let go of his cock, and forced him down until their bodies were
sealed together and their cocks were throbbing against one another. Kurt broke his lips away and moaned
loudly, thrusting down against Blaine's warmth.
"Hypocrite," Blaine hissed, arching up and rolling his hips faster.
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"Shut up," Kurt snapped, dragging his hands over Blaine's ribs and making him jolt off the bed. Blaine bit
his lip as his entire body tensed and he held himself up against Kurt for a moment, trying to force some air
into his lungs.
Part of him hated the self- satisfied smirk Kurt was directing at him. But, fuck, it was one of the sexiest
things he had ever seen. Why did stupid Finn have to be down here right now? If they'd had more time and
some lube...
Kurt jerked his hips faster, dropping all of his weight down onto Blaine's chest and trailing his hands
down Blaine's sides until they settled on his ass.
"Mmm," Kurt hummed, pressing a wet kiss against his throat. "You really do have a nice ass."
A rush of heat zapped up Blaine's spine and he arched into Kurt's body as one of Kurt's hands squeezed
his ass. He couldn't stop the desperate whimper that fell out of his mouth. God, it'd been so long since he'd
trusted anyone the way he trusted Kurt. But he wanted to let Kurt take control and top him. God, he
wanted that with Kurt. He wanted everything with this gorgeous man.
He tugged Kurt's mouth down to his in a deep kiss, clutching desperately at the other man's back as his
muscles started to seize up. The toned muscles his fingernails were digging into stiffened and Kurt arched
harder down against him, panting loudly and throwing his head back. Fuck, he'd seen that look enough to
recognize it by now. Kurt was teetering right on the edge of his orgasm, and Blaine was glad to shove him
head first into it.
"Fuck, I wish I had you inside me right now, baby," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear. Kurt's entire body froze
for a moment and then his mouth fell open and Blaine covered it with his own lips, swallowing the howl of
pleasure as Kurt came. He felt the warm streaks of cum splatter and drip down onto his stomach, and that
was all it took for the rush to tighten his balls and shoot through his stomach and up his cock.
Blaine groaned into Kurt's mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, still rocking his hips slightly as his cum
mixed with Kurt's on his stomach. He was still panting heavily as Kurt collapsed onto his chest. Limbs still
too shaky to hold them both up he fell back into the pillows and decided to just focus on breathing.
Kurt rose and fell on his chest as he slowly came down from the high. When he opened his eyes, Kurt was
staring at him hopefully, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright.
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"Do you really want that?" he asked softly, walking his fingers up Blaine's chest and neck until he reached
his lips.
Blaine met his eyes as the fingers traced over his swollen, wet lips and nodded slowly. "Why's that so
surprisingly? I finger fuck myself all the time." He sat up suddenly, and pulled his jeans back up his hips,
staring at the tray of food on the desk next to them. He felt defensive all of a sudden, guarded as though he
shouldn't have to justified wanting Kurt's cock in his ass. But maybe, he was being too quick. Maybe it
was Kurt that didn't want to switch.
"It's not," Kurt said quickly, slipping his pants back up his hips. "I just... I dunno. You seemed to like
topping so much, and you've never seemed interested in bottoming."
"I'm usually not," Blaine said quietly, chancing a glance up at Kurt's face. His legs were curled under him
and he'd wound his arms tightly around himself looking as self- conscious as Blaine felt. But when he
looked into Kurt's eyes, he knew he couldn't look away even if he'd wanted to. There was just something
about him that drew Blaine right in, that tipped him forward into Kurt's warm acceptance and made him
never want to leave.
"It's different with you," he told Kurt, scooting closer and pulling one of Kurt's hands away from his side.
He pressed their hands together, palm to palm, and slowly shifted his fingers until they laced together. "I
just... I want everything with you, Kurt. So much that it hurts just to sit here and think it's never going to
happen."
God, what was he saying? He had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do to make this work, to
make them last and to make Kurt happy. But apparently he'd just done something right, because even
though it had scared him to admit what he'd just said it was completely worth it. The most beautiful smile
Blaine had ever seen was directed at him as Kurt slid onto his lap. It was wide and toothy and unbearably
happy.
Kurt's arms wrapped around him, and he felt his breath catch and settle in his chest like a dull ache.
"It already is happening, Blaine," Kurt kissed him softly, and his eyes sparkled as Blaine looked at him.
"I'm never letting you go. I'm yours forever."
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Blaine breathed in sharply, and didn't even fight down the tug pulling on his lips. He smiled widely, feeling
happier than he could ever remember being as he hugged Kurt to his chest. He'd been foolish to try and
deny what was happening between them. Kurt hadn't stolen his beating heart from his chest and forced it
to love him he was his heart. It was only now that he'd found him that Blaine realized the most
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Chapter Twenty
Never before had Kurt been nervous to go upstairs into his kitchen for breakfast. He straightened his
outfit one final time, checked his hair in his mirror, and grabbed his backpack. From the bathroom he
heard the shower turn on, and for one crazy moment he wanted to rush inside and join Blaine. But he
knew he couldn't. Finn was already suspicious because of the noises he had heard earlier, although he had
seemed too tired to think much about it, and with Kurt's luck his father or Carole would come down to see
what was taking them so long.
Sighing sadly, he left Blaine to take his shower alone and ascended the stairs slowly, dreading what his
father might say after last night. He hadn't even realized anyone had been standing there watching them
until Carole had moved forward to take Blaine's pocket knife, and then he'd had other things to worry
about besides his father's potentially volatile reaction to a few soft, comforting kisses. It wasn't as though
his father wasn't aware of their relationship, but he wasn't aware of the extent of their physical intimacy.
Kurt was sure he'd get some sort of lecture about last night following his father's realization about just
how close they actually were. When he entered the kitchen Finn was already stuffing his face, Burt was
glaring at his own healthy meal and eyeing the growing stack of pancakes longingly, and Carole was
pouring the last of the batter into the pan.
"Good morning, honey," Carole greeted cheerfully, shooting him a small smile as she tended to the last
pancake.
"Morning," Kurt replied, making his voice sound much brighter than normal as he tried to hide his nerves.
Burt looked up from his bowl as Kurt squeezed his shoulder and dropped his bag by his own chair.
Burt grunted sleepily in acknowledgement and glanced past Kurt. His eyebrows knitted together in
confusion as Kurt took his seat and grabbed some toast. "That boy's not still sleeping is he?"
Startled, Kurt paused in buttering his toast and had to replay his father's words in his head in order to
figure out who he was talking about. "Oh, no," he said quickly, feeling a slight blush spread across his
cheeks at the mention of Blaine, or more specifically the thoughts of what he'd just been doing with the
other boy. "I convinced him to take a shower here instead of going to his apartment for one."
"Good, that's good," Burt nodded, eyeing Kurt across the table as he shoved a spoonful of porridge into his
mouth. His face twisted comically, and he gagged as the bland food hit his taste buds. Finn snorted around
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his mouthful of chocolate chip pancake as Burt grabbed a napkin and spit the mush into it. Under Burt's
harsh glare Finn quieted instantly, but Kurt couldn't stop the grin that pulled his lips back.
"It wouldn't hurt to add some cinnamon to that, I suppose," Kurt conceded, abandoning his food and
getting up to grab some from the spice rack. Carole turned the stove off and dropped the last pancake on
top of the mountain on the table. When Kurt returned Burt made a move to snatch the cinnamon from
him, but Kurt jerked his hand out of reach and glared accusingly at his father. "Absolutely not, you'll
drown it in this."
Kurt dribbled a few pinches of the brown powder into his father's bowl and closed the cap. "Stir!" he
commanded, placing the bottle back in the spice rack and taking his seat again.
Burt grumbled under his breath mutinously as he mixed it into his porridge. Kurt caught Carole's eye, but
she just rolled her eyes and gave him an exasperated look. It was going to take some time and a lot of
guidance for his father to get used to his new eating schedule. His father directed another sour look at his
bowl before hesitantly spooning some into his mouth.
"Better?" Kurt laughed as Burt eagerly dug back into his bowl. His father didn't even nod in answer as he
joined Finn in wolfing down his meal. Carole smiled affectionately at the pair of them and placed a
pancake onto her plate.
"How did he sleep?" she asked Kurt. Kurt froze, and chanced a quick glance in his father's direction. Even
though his father had casually mentioned Blaine a few minutes ago, he was still scared about what his
father might say or do. Burt had stopped eating as well, and the concerned flicker of his eyes towards the
hallway made the fear in Kurt's chest ease. It was okay, his father was a man of his word, he'd let Blaine
into his house and down to his room without Kurt's convincing. He would do what he could to keep Blaine
safe even if it was for his, Kurt's, sake.
"He was fine except for what you saw," Kurt informed her. He glanced in his father's direction before
adding, "I don't think he sleeps well unless I'm with him."
"How so?" Burt asked cautiously. Kurt couldn't entirely read the expression on his face, but he thought his
father would at least try to understand what he was about to say.
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"He always looks exhausted," Kurt answered quietly. "Even more so lately, but when... when we're
together he's out all night. It's like he feels... safe enough to let himself really sleep," Kurt decided finally.
He took a bite of toast and avoided looking in his father's direction. At this point he had no idea what to
expect from Burt. He'd always been an incredible father to him had always done what was in his best
interests and supported him but this, this was such a complex situation. What his father probably
thought was best for him would be the exact opposite of what was best for Blaine. Because Kurt knew he
was his father's first concern, and it broke his heart to think that nobody would prioritize Blaine except
from Kurt himself.
Burt sighed heavily and let his spoon sink down into his bowl. Kurt gulped nervously. He was absolutely
dreading what he thought was about to happen.
"He's had one hell of a life until he met you," Burt started. And that was the last thing Kurt had expected
his father to say. Something along the lines of "I don't want you around him" or "You're too attached to
him. You're going to get hurt if you stay with him" were words he'd been steeling himself for all morning.
But not concern for his boyfriend where they boyfriends now ? not a fatherly approach to the boy who
Burt remembered for calling Kurt a whore.
Not trusting himself to speak, Kurt simply nodded and bit his lip, waiting for the axe to fall. But it didn't. If
anything, his father only surprised him even more.
"You make sure he knows he's always welcome here," Burt said solemnly. "I'd tell him myself, but I doubt
he'll believe me."
"I think it might help," Kurt cut in softly. Blaine might unfortunately not trust Burt or even like him, but
just Kurt's word that his father wanted him there wouldn't assure him enough for him to stay.
He was surprised when Finn actually nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'd be scared to death to come over
here if you didn't say it was okay."
Kurt flashed Finn a grateful smile and watched his father nod in understanding. This was more than he'd
hoped for after last night. He had figured it would take several weeks for Burt to want to welcome Blaine
into their home on a regular basis, but for whatever reason last night seemed to have convinced him that
the sooner Blaine was here and safe the better off they would all be.
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"Thanks, Dad, "Kurt mumbled standing up and hugging his father tightly where he was still sitting.
Burt patted his shoulder a few times and said, "The sooner he's out of that hell hole the sounder I'll sleep
at night knowing you aren't visiting him in a place like that."
Kurt pulled back, and took a shaky breath as he tried to rein in his emotions. Knowing that his father
trusted his judgement enough to trust Blaine meant more to him than anything else in the world.
"You two just... be be good to each other, all right?" Burt's mouth twisted somewhere between a frown
and a grimace. "Be... be safe."
Heat shot up his neck and flared across his cheeks. He knew what his father was referring to and while
there was absolutely no way he would admit that they needed to be, he wanted to reassure his father just
the same.
"Don't worry about us," he said simply. "We mean everything to each other. I'm always safe with Blaine."
"I hope you're right, Kurt," Burt said tiredly. "He needs you a lot right now."
"He needs all of us," Kurt corrected, looking around at Carole and Finn. Carole nodded in agreement, but
Finn looked like a deer caught in headlights.
The squeak of a shoe on the hardwood in the hallway made him whip his head around. Blaine shuffled into
view, bag slung over his shoulder and hair still dripping wet. His eyes had been downcast, but he looked
up quickly at the sudden hush and stares. The hazel- green eyes flickered over each face before settling on
Kurt, and the uncertainty and fear there was overwhelming. It was obvious that Blaine had absolutely no
idea what to do, that based on their sudden silence he thought he'd done something wrong. The reflexive
step backwards was predictable for Kurt, but he still hated that Blaine felt the need to close himself off so
quickly.
"I should get going, babe," Blaine told him gruffly, making to spin around and bolt from the house, but Kurt
rushed over quickly, smiling despite of how uncomfortable Blaine looked. He slid his arms around Blaine's
waist and pulled him in for tight hug. If they'd been alone he wouldn't have hesitated to kiss Blaine until
he relaxed, but they weren't and he really wanted to ease his father into this relationship instead of
dousing him in it like a slushy facial.
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He felt Blaine relax at his touch, and clung to him tighter until Blaine returned the gesture. He dipped his
chin into the crook of Blaine's neck and pressed a soft kiss against the slightly damp skin that now smelled
like his body wash. Just the thought of Blaine in his shower, using his shower gel, made him want to forget
that they had school or that there were three other people in the room. Blaine captured his face in his
hands when Kurt made to pull away. A firm pair of lips pressed insistently against his and Kurt returned
the pressure as Blaine's thumb gently stroked his cheek. He tried to say without words that he was there
for Blaine, that they were in this together and Blaine was completely safe where he was. It hurt to think
that Blaine didn't even feel safe in an eased and relaxed environment such as was his kitchen at breakfast.
When Kurt finally pulled away he felt bashful and giddy. Blaine gave him a soft, slightly shy smile in
return.
"Good morning," Kurt said brightly, bouncing slightly on his feet and beaming uncontrollably as he tried to
reassure Blaine as much as possible that this was a good place to be. "There's a bunch of pancakes if you
want some. And toast and orange juice and other things."
Blaine nodded slightly, looking stunned at how welcoming the scene he'd walked in on was, or more
importantly, that it was directed at him. Kurt twisted one of Blaine's curls around his finger for a moment
and then slid his hand into Blaine's. "Come on," he said. "You can sit next to me."
He felt Blaine's body tense in apparent protest, but Blaine didn't say anything as he was forced into the
empty spot next to Kurt. He kept a firm hold on Blaine's hand as he dropped into his own seat and settled
their hands on his thigh, brushing his thumb over Blaine's knuckles soothingly.
Carole pulled four huge pancakes off the stack and dropped them onto Blaine's plate. "Here you go,
sweetheart, " Blaine's hand twitched in his and his grip tightened painfully, "I made sure I made twice as
many so you and Finn wouldn't fight over them."
"It would have been an all out war," Finn told him, cutting off another piece and stuffing it in his mouth. "I
'ake muh 'an'akes vur 'er'ously."
"I take swallowing before speaking very seriously," Blaine retorted, eyebrows raised slightly. "Just ask
Kurt."
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Burt's spoon clattered to the table, and Kurt felt his entire face burning. He'd expected a lewd comment at
some point during the meal because it seemed to be some sort of impulsive defense mechanism for Blaine,
but he hadn't thought it would be because of Finn talking about pancakes.
"Blaine," he hissed warningly, and much to his surprise Blaine looked ashamed for the first time in his
memory.
"Um, s- sorry?" Blaine told him uncertainly. And then the cocky smirk fell into place like a shield when
Blaine spotted Burt's expression. Kurt almost smacked his hand over Blaine's mouth, but he wasn't fast
enough. "You'll have to forgive my proper blowjob etiquette."
Blaine's eyes were trained on Burt's face as though he was challenging him or even daring him to prove
himself to be everything Blaine seemed to expect from a fatherly figure. It was almost as though
he wanted Burt to throw him out, just to prove to himself how cruel the world was or and Kurt hated
himself for thinking it to remind himself of how worthless he thought he was. For a terrible moment,
Kurt thought Burt was going to do just what Blaine wanted him to do. But his father surprised him once
again, and seemed to have realized what Kurt had. It was probably the brief flash of regret Blaine had
shown that had done it.
"What you and my son do in your own time is none of my business, unless you make it my business. I
suggest you don't." Burt paused and held out the jug of orange juice to Blaine. "Juice, Blaine?"
Kurt watched Blaine nervously. He knew how much effort that had taken Burt, and he also knew that
Blaine was not going to make this easy. He expected Burt to hate him after their first encounter in the
parking lot. Blaine only made an effort long enough to get people to give up or hate him, and while he'd let
both Kurt and Carole in to an extent, it was going to be much tougher with Burt considering he was not
only Kurt's father but the fact that he was a father figure at all.
Blaine looked confused at the reaction he'd gotten, but when he spotted Kurt's glare his cockiness faded
away.
"Um, yeah, s- sure," Blaine mumbled, taking the jug and pouring himself a glass.
Breakfast was mostly quiet after that. Finn kept staring at Blaine, somewhere between impressed and
angry at how he'd spoken to Burt. Carole asked them each about their classes and smiled encouraging at
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Kurt throughout the meal, though he wasn't sure what the encouragement was for. Should he try and start
a conversation between his father and Blaine? He'd much rather let them co- exist peacefully in the same
room for now, and maybe try a short conversation tonight. Or tomorrow. Or maybe even next week.
"You guys should get going," Burt told them as they cleared the dishes half an hour later.
"I'll finish cleaning up," Carole assured Kurt, who had started to protest. There was a quick round of
goodbyes and hugs between the Hudsons and Hummels, and Kurt felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach
as he spotted Blaine standing off by the hall, fiddling with his backpack and looking horribly awkward.
"Do you want to stop by and change your clothes and pick some of your stuff up?" Kurt asked him as they
were all herded towards the hallway.
"Pick some stuff up for what?" Blaine asked in bemusement.
Kurt felt his heart sink at the words, but he really hadn't expected one night to convince Blaine to make
Kurt's home his own. Instead of answering the question, he said exasperatedly, "Then at least change your
clothes. You can't wear the same outfit two days in a row."
Blaine rolled his eyes as they stopped in the entry way for their coats and Finn's sneakers. Kurt could feel
Carole and his father listening in on their conversation closely.
"Why not? It's not like anybody will notice if I do, "Blaine told him with a tiny sneer. He saw Carole flinch a
bit at the harsh words, but his father's face remained solemn. "You on the other hand would probably
cause the apocalypse if you wore the same thing two days running."
"I'd notice," Kurt said forcefully, but Blaine rolled his eyes again as though he had anticipated that answer.
Not that Kurt could blame him. He noticed everything when it came to clothing, but the thought that
Blaine was right that nobody would notice, and if they did, they wouldn't care made him feel like
someone had clamped his windpipe shut.
"We'll see you boys tonight," Carole told them, and then she did something that surprised all of them. She
pulled Blaine into a tight, warm embrace and kissed him on the cheek. It was brief, but Blaine's entire
body tensed and he just stared down at her as she raked her fingers through his curls. "Have a good day,
sweetheart. Are you coming back tonight?"
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"Uh,... "Blaine glanced to Kurt and then to Burt. Something about his father seemed to make the decision
for Blaine. "Probably not."
"You're more than welcome if you decide to come," Burt said suddenly, and Blaine actually jumped at the
sound of his voice, looking startled by the tone and the words. "Anytime you need a place to stay you're
more than welcome here, okay?"
Burt clapped him on the shoulder, and Blaine nodded jerkily. There was something like hope shining in
Blaine's eyes when he turned back around and linked his arm through Kurt's. Kurt smiled at him again,
and slid his hand into the pocket of Blaine's leather jacket. He had the entire day to convince Blaine to
come over again tonight. Hell, he'd spend every day ignoring his teachers and not doing assignments so
that he could convince Blaine to stay with them.
But Blaine proved impossible to convince throughout the day. It definitely didn't help that they only had
two classes together and that he then also had Glee after school. Blaine stayed long enough to walk him to
Glee Club. But after a few passionate kisses, which got interrupted by Santana, he rolled away down the
hall on his skateboard and disappeared.
By the time Finn and Kurt left it was already dark, and he didn't feel like fighting Finn in whether stopping
by Blaine's was a good idea or not. He'd probably do more harm than good by showing up at this hour and
presenting a target to the homophobes that frequented the parking lot. As much as Kurt hated it, he drove
them home, wishing with all his heart that Blaine would be there waiting with his father. But he wasn't.
The next two days followed the same pattern. Blaine shrugged off any mentions of dinner at Kurt's place
or questions about whether or not he wanted to bring a change of clothes over that night. Kurt tried not to
push him or make direct demands, but it was hard, even harder than it had been to tell Blaine no when
they'd been alone in that bathroom a few weeks ago. Every day the strength Blaine seemed to have gained
from the relaxing night at Kurt's ebbed away more. Kurt just wanted to throw the other boy over his
shoulder and force him to come back to his house. The only improvement in his life was the steady
progress his father was making in regaining his physical stamina.
On Friday morning Kurt was running late and barely made it in time to catch Mercedes and Tina before
they left their lockers.
"Hey," he greeted as he skid to a halt in front of them.
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Mercedes pulled him into a tight hug, and Tina asked, "Is your dad still doing okay?"
"Yeah, he's doing really great, actually," Kurt told her as they linked arms and headed down the hall
towards English class. He kept an eye out for Blaine the entire way there. By now Blaine was usually arm
in arm with him had even let Mercedes latch onto his other arm yesterday morning but he didn't see
him. They made it inside the room just as the bell chimed and the sight at the back of the room made them
all freeze.
Blaine was soundly asleep at his desk, drooling slightly as his arms swayed at his sides. Kurt's chest
constricted at how exhausted Blaine looked after only a few days back at his apartment without him there
to ease the loneliness. The skin around his eye was still a dark purple, but the swelling had gone down and
the gash through his eyebrow had scabbed over.
They shuffled over to their seats in the row in front of Blaine and watched him as he snuffled a bit and
pressed his cheek more firmly against the desktop, his lips parting so that his breath fogged up the
surface.
"He looks terrible," Mercedes whispered sadly, dropping into her seat and immediately spinning around to
look at Blaine.
"I don't get it," Tina added, looking at Kurt as the morning announcements started over the loud speaker.
"He was fine on Tuesday, except from that black eye, and now he looks like he's about to drop dead.
What's up?"
"He "Kurt paused, draped his hands over the back of his chair, and dropped his chin on top of them. The
unruly curls were inches away from his face and he could just make out the tip of Blaine's nose. Blaine
could really use a haircut. Maybe he'd be able to talk him into one this weekend, or at least get him over
for dinner tonight. "He's got a lot going on right now," Kurt finished softly, leaving out the details for now.
It wasn't his place to tell them anything about Blaine's life.
Kurt reached out and brushed back some of Blaine's curls. The other boy groaned a little and nuzzled his
face against the desk.
"You really like him, don't you?" Mercedes asked quietly, squeezing Kurt's shoulder gently.
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"I love him," Kurt amended, turning and giving her a hesitant smile. Out of all of his friends only Finn was
aware of the extent of his relationship with Blaine or Blaine's living situation. Finally admitting it to Tina
and Mercedes was a huge weight off his chest, especially now that he was certain that him and Blaine were
something serious.
A bright smile greeted his words and Tina's head dropped onto his other shoulder. "I told you he was
totally your type," Mercedes mumbled, turning back to the front as Kurt shot her a pseudo- glare.
"Oh, shut up," he snapped playfully as he reached out and gave Blaine's shoulder a light shake. He hated
waking him up, but Mr. Robertson was the only teacher who made a point of noticing Blaine's presence. If
Kurt didn't wake Blaine up then Mr. Robertson definitely would, most likely by dropping something heavy
right next to Blaine's ear. The last thing Blaine needed was to be startled awake and instinctively pull his
pocket- knife on their teacher.
Blaine grumbled weakly in protest and Kurt pulled his desk back until his chair hit the edge of Blaine's
desktop. He pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's forehead. "Wake up, Blaine. Class is starting."
"Hmmm?" Blaine murmured and raised his head a few inches, his eyes cracking open as he blinked slowly
at Kurt. A dull ache throbbed in Kurt's chest at the dark bags under Blaine's eyes, or more correctly under
the one eye. The other was just a giant black circle and almost looked like someone had taken a permanent
marker to it. He cupped Blaine's face and brushed his thumb over his cheek.
"Class is starting," Kurt reiterated softly. "Do you want something to eat or drink? Carole had me bring
some hot chocolate and soup for you."
Blaine's head drooped back down, his forehead smacking against the hardwood. He yawned loudly and
slurred, "Cocoa?"
Kurt couldn't hold back the adoring smile that spread across his face. "Yeah," he fumbled with his bag and
pulled out the warm thermos. "She even added some marshmallows."
Blaine perked up at his words and took the offered container, holding it between his hands and pressing
his cheek against it. He sighed softly at the warmth seeping into his skin and Kurt felt his smile falter as
Blaine shivered a little. He knew how unreliable Blaine's heating unit was, and could easily imagine Blaine
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couldn't imagine how cold Blaine's room got when it refused to work. Winter was already settling in quite
comfortably around them even though it was only late October. Just this morning the weather man had
mentioned a chance of snow over the weekend. His eyes fell on Blaine's wrist and he took in the two shirt
sleeves he saw under the jacket's worn, dirty cuff. Blaine's only t- shirt was probably buried under that as
well.
"What time did you get here?" Kurt asked him quietly.
Blaine shrugged a little, and unscrewed the thermos cap. He sniffed and then held his face over the top as
steam poured out. "Dunno, it was dark when I got here." He yawned loudly again and took a sip of hot
chocolate. "Doors were still locked. Janitor let me in when he got here."
"Blaine," Kurt started, half- scolding, half- exasperated. "Why don't you just stay at my house?" At Blaine's
alarmed expression, Kurt hastened to add, "Even if it's just every other night. Or school nights or
just something. You can't keep doing this to yourself."
"I "Blaine began, but then stopped because he clearly had no idea how to respond to Kurt's words. He
swallowed another gulp of hot chocolate instead, and stared silently at his desk.
"Blaine, what "
"Mr. Hummel, class is beginning. Turn around and pay attention," Mr. Robertson called from the front.
Regretfully, Kurt did as he was told, but not before giving Blaine a look that told him this conversation
wasn't over. He'd been slacking off over the last few days been giving Blaine a chance to come to them
again but he couldn't stand to watch Blaine suffer without doing something about it. Every few minutes
he glanced back at Blaine to make sure he was still awake. For the most part the hot chocolate seemed to
be helping by giving Blaine something to focus on. But once it was gone twenty minutes later, Kurt had to
keep spinning around and tap him awake when Mr. Robertson's back was turned. It was a relief when the
novel analysis was assigned for their next book and they spent the last ten minutes in discussion with
their partners.
"Blaine," Kurt said sharply as the boy's head started to droop towards his desktop. Perhaps coffee would
have been a better choice than hot chocolate. Now that Blaine was full of all that warmth, on top of his
exhaustion, all he wanted to do was sleep.
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"What?" Blaine snapped in annoyance. He rubbed his bruised eye unconsciously and then winced loudly.
Kurt watched him gingerly poke at the sore skin for a moment before speaking. "I'd really like it if you
came over for the night tonight," he said quietly. "My dad and Carole both keep asking about you. I know
Carole's been dropping off food on her way to work, the food is much nicer when its fresh and warm."
Kurt wasn't entirely proud of himself for that last part, but appealing to Blaine's stomach might actually
work to his advantage right now.
"I I don't... I don't know, all right?" Blaine muttered, glaring at the empty thermos on his desk. The bell
rang and much to Kurt's surprise Blaine was quick to get to his feet and move towards the door. He was so
shocked by the sudden, swift movements that he didn't even manage to grab his bag before Blaine
disappeared.
Mercedes called something out after him, but Kurt didn't spare her a glance as he raced out after Blaine.
But Blaine was already gone, had disappeared into the crowd before Kurt had a chance to spot him. He
arrived at their history class a few minutes later, and took his usual seat. Blaine shuffled in right with the
bell, and try as Kurt might to talk to him through notes and whispers, Blaine just shrugged and let his head
drop down onto his desk. As much as Kurt wanted answers to why Blaine was so hesitant to come back
over he could see how much Blaine needed the rest so he dropped the matter. The same thing happened in
Environmental Science and Kurt left him alone until the bell for lunch rang. Once again Blaine darted out
of the room to avoid his questions.
It was only luck that he spotted Blaine's jacket whip through the door to the boys bathroom. He slowed
down to a walk and hesitated before entering. Honestly, he didn't know what to expect to find on the other
side of the bathroom door. Kurt realized that all of this was a huge adjustment for Blaine, and that
everything else in his life was slowly tearing him to pieces, but most of the time he just didn't know what
sort of reaction to expect from Blaine.
Blaine was leaning on the sink when he entered, splashing his face with water and attempting to wake
himself up, by the looks of it. Kurt dug quickly into his bag and pulled out the towel he kept there for
whenever someone decided to throw a slushy in his face.
"Come here," Kurt said gently, dropping his bag next to Blaine's and turning Blaine to face him. He pressed
the soft cotton against Blaine's forehead and softly dried the other boy's face off, being particularly careful
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around the black eye. When he pulled back to drop the damp towel onto the sink he was prepared for the
look of amazement that always appeared on Blaine's face at any type of kindness directed at him, but he
wasn't ready for the tears pooling in his eyes.
"It's all j- just too good to be true," Blaine told him, sucking in a shuttering breath and shaking his head at
his own words. "I figured I'd end up in prison and spend the rest of my life rotting there if the other
inmates didn't kill me, and then you came along. I never imagined anything like this," Blaine added quietly.
"And you've got a family that wants to wants to... I don't even know what."
Kurt shushed him, and pulled him into his arms, rubbing his hand up and down Blaine's spine and softly
running his fingers through Blaine's curls. He blinked a few times to hold back his own tears, and kissed
Blaine's curls. He'd known all of this had to be overwhelming for Blaine after the past ten years of his life,
but just how little he seemed to think of himself made Kurt feel like he'd put his heart in a freezer and then
taken a chisel to it.
"We're done for the day," Kurt whispered, turning the faucet off and nudging Blaine's bag out from under
the sink with his foot. "I'm taking you home, okay? No arguments. You need sleep, rest, and warm food."
"Sneaking us out for a nooner, Hummel?" Blaine yawned as Kurt directed him towards the hallway.
"If you're lucky," Kurt retorted, pecking Blaine on the cheek and following him out into the hallway. Part of
him expected a cocky reply to his words, but Blaine blinked sleepily at him and took the lead as they
entered the hallway. He let Blaine take the lead as they darted down the halls and around the corners
since he knew how to avoid the teachers on patrol. By the time they reached the student parking lot, Kurt
had his arm around Blaine's waist and ended up hoisting the boy into the passenger seat of his Navigator.
When he climbed into the driver seat Blaine was already sound asleep, cheek pressed against the window.
He reached over and buckled him in, sent Finn a quick text telling him where he'd gone, and another to
Carole telling her he'd be home soon with Blaine. His father would probably ground him well into his
college years for skipping school again, but as he glanced over at Blaine curled up in the passenger seat he
knew it was worth it. Blaine would always be worth it. He only had to convince his father of the same
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Burt hated being poked and prodded by doctors. But it was Friday, the day for his first check- up since
he'd been released from the hospital, and with a nurse as his girlfriend he wasn't given much choice in
whether or not he went. He grumbled miserably throughout the appointment as they poked him, checked
his vitals, and readjusted his diet for the hundredth time. Carole insisted that the exam should be very
thorough and made them run a dozen blood tests he didn't understand at all. They were sitting in one of
the examination rooms waiting for the results when Carole's phone buzzed loudly.
Burt didn't think much of it until Carole stood up and moved to his side on the examination table, which
made him be thankful they hadn't forced him into one of those ridiculous hospital gowns although he
knew that as a nurse she had seen it all. She was still his girlfriend.
"Kurt's on his way home," Carole told him evenly.
Burt tensed at her words and glanced at the clock on the far wall. Half past noon. Two hours before school
let out. He mentally braced himself for whatever she was about to tell him. "Why? What happened?"
"Nothing bad," Carole quickly reassured him. "He's got Blaine with him. The poor boy's exhausted again,"
Carole added sadly. "I wish there was more we could do to convince him to stay."
"It's going to have to be up to him," Burt remarked. "He's stubborn." And an excellent match for Kurt
because of it, he silently added to himself. Anyone who dated Kurt would have to be stubborn or he'd get
walked all over. Nevertheless, it was still difficult for Burt to equate the boy from the parking lot and his
breakfast table to what Kurt and Carole had told him and the little he'd seen that time he'd been over.
There was a huge part of Blaine he was still missing, and he realized that, given Blaine's history with
fatherly figures, he'd have his work cut out the most to get to Blaine in a positive way. He had no idea how
to go about getting Blaine to trust him so he'd at least stay over and minimised everyone's stress, either.
He knew that getting Blaine to see he as trustworthy enough would be key in getting Blaine to stay. He'd
never been good at puzzles, and Blaine Anderson was the biggest puzzle he'd ever met.
"They don't have school tomorrow," Carole said absentmindedly as she rubbed a few soothing circles into
his back. "This weekend could be a good chance to make him want to stay."
Burt grunted in acknowledgement, and shifted on the tissue on the bed. It crinkled up and he grimaced at
the noise, making Carole laughed. "You're never going to be comfortable in a hospital, are you?"
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"Maybe if I come visit you enough," Burt relented, shifting again and letting Carole wrap her arms around
him.
For the next few hours Carole whispered a bunch of ideas to try with Blaine into Burt's ear. It was mid-
afternoon by the time they got the results for his blood work. Everything checked out normal, much to
their relief, though his doctor still insisted on him returning at the same time next week to okay him to
start easing back into work at the shop. They made a quick stop at Carole's work station to check her
schedule for the coming week and then headed back home. As much as he hated admitting it, he was
already tired from the few hours of walking around at the hospital. He didn't even fight Carole when she
put an arm around his shoulders, helped him up the front porch, and through the doorway.
He'd almost forgotten about Kurt and Blaine being there until they walked into the living room and saw
them curled up on the couch together. The television was on, playing some sort of fashion show that Kurt
loved to watch. Blaine was sound asleep on Kurt's chest, snoring lightly as Kurt's fingers played with his
curls. It was such a contrast to the boy Blaine kept presenting to him, even a huge difference from the
terrified boy that had pulled out a knife the other night. He just didn't know what to make of it all.
Kurt's eyes, which had been closed, blinked open when Carole shuffled over and brushed his hair back.
"What'd the doctor say?" Kurt asked anxiously. The worry in his voice broke Burt's heart. He hated making
Kurt worry even more than he hated going to the doctor. It wasn't Kurt's job to worry about him. It should
be the other way around, if at all. He was the father, he should be worried about his son. His son shouldn't
have to be terrified that he was going to collapse.
"I checked out fine, buddy," Burt assured him, stepping over to stand next to Carole.
"Do you two want a blanket?" Carole asked Kurt quietly, bending down to take a look at Blaine's black eye.
"If you don't mind," Kurt mumbled. Burt tugged one off the blanket rack in the corner and helped Carole
drape it over the two boys. Blaine grumbled in his sleep and shifted off of Kurt's chest, rolling backwards
towards the edge of the couch.
"Whoa, kiddo," Burt said, pushing Blaine's back and making him roll onto his side so that he was face to
face with Kurt. Kurt quickly wrapped Blaine up in his arms and pulled him close, shifting back and further
into the couch.
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His son stared up at him quietly for a moment, rubbing his hands up and down Blaine's back and pressing
his cheek against the mass of curls. "You've got a name for him," Kurt remarked, pulling the blanket up a
little higher and allowing Blaine's fingers to curl into the material of his sweater. He smiled down at Blaine
for a moment and then his eyes went back to Burt.
"Huh?" Burt grunted as he grabbed the remote and dropped into his favorite chair. It was a deflection of
his part and he knew it, but it was very bizarre for him to think he was comfortable enough with Blaine to
give him a nickname like he'd done with Finn and Kurt. He didn't even know this kid.
"Kiddo," Kurt replied. "You called him kiddo. Just like you call me buddy and Finn bud or sport."
Carole was smiling at him, a big, beautiful, toothy smile, and he shifted and busied himself with surfing
through the channels, trying to brush off the obvious. Yes, he cared about the boy. It was hard not to after
everything he'd heard and just the little bit he'd seen. Especially when it was so obvious that his son was
in love with the kid. In that regard he couldn't help but care in some way. His son's happiness was directly
tied to Blaine, and more than anything else in the world he wanted Kurt to be happy. He deserved that
they both did after the childhoods they'd had.
"Are we waiting for Finn to have dinner?" he asked instead of commenting on Kurt's observation.
"I suppose so," Carole said, still smiling at him. She bent down and pecked him on the cheek. "It is family
dinner night, and Blaine could do with a few more hours of sleep." She smiled affectionately over at Kurt
and Blaine. "I'm going to take a shower and then start dinner, okay?"
"Let me know when you want to start it so I can help you," Kurt told her.
Burt smiled fondly at them as Carole shuffled off towards the hallway. It was so nice to see them getting
along so well, to know that even if Kurt may never see Carole as his mother that he could still see her as a
close friend to put his trust in. It was more than Burt had ever hoped for when Kurt had started pushing
him back into the dating scene.
One of Blaine's legs kicked out and he started to roll in his sleep again. Exasperated, Kurt tugged him back
into his arms. " God, you're really squirmy when you're not on a bed, huh?"
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Burt tried to hide the way he blanked the comment because he absolutely hated thinking about those two
in a bed together. Sure, he'd seen it himself, and it had been innocent, but he wasn't stupid. There was no
doubt in his mind that his son had done things with Blaine that he never wanted to know about. Blaine
settled back down into Kurt's arms, and Burt heard Kurt sigh softly as he decided on a sports channel to
watch. Burt sunk back into his chair and let his mind wander. Carole returned and when she looked over
the back of the couch and saw that both boys were now asleep she left to make dinner alone.
Every few minutes Burt couldn't stop himself from glancing over at them snuggled up together on the
couch. He couldn't see Blaine's face because it was buried in Kurt's shoulder, but the smile on his son's
face made his insides feel like melted butter. He'd missed that smile. He had rarely seen it since Elizabeth's
passing.
A few hours later Finn stumbled through the front door, sweaty and still in his practice jersey. He spotted
Blaine and Kurt on the couch and looked like he was refraining from rolling his eyes and smiling all at
once.
"I told Beiste why he missed class," he said simply as he set down his gear and bag. "Like, not everything,
but that he was, like, having a lot of trouble at home."
Burt stared at him in surprise He wouldn't have guessed that they'd shared a class together, nor that Finn
would even think to do something like that and make an effort to help Blaine in any way.
"You two have a class together?" he asked as Finn stood awkwardly next to him because there was
nowhere for him to sit.
He shrugged a little and said, "Yeah, weight lifting. He's like crazy strong, too." He was silent for a moment
as he stared over at the couch. "I think she got it," he said quietly. "Beiste, I mean," he clarified at Burt's
look. "She's pretty good at picking up on when he's tired and hasn't gotten on him for absences and stuff."
Burt sighed a little and looked at the couch, too. "That's good," he replied. "He needs someone to give him
a break."
Carole appeared in the doorway, and smiled when she saw her son. "How was practice?" she asked him.
"Muddy," Finn told her. "I'm gonna shower before I eat."
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"Okay, it'll be ready when you come back up."
Finn disappeared down to Kurt's room, and Carole moved around to the front of the couch to nudge Kurt
gently.
"Wake up, honey, dinner's almost ready."
Kurt mumbled something Burt couldn't understand and sat up a little bit, rubbing his eyes as Blaine
latched onto him tighter. Carole moved to help Burt up and over to the kitchen. He stopped in the
doorway, and at a curious look from Carole jerked his head back towards the couch where Kurt had
slouched back down and fallen asleep again.
"I'll get them up," he told her, kissing her on the cheek and shuffling back over to the couch. He leaned
down over the back and shook Kurt more forcefully than Carole had.
"Kurt, dinner's ready. Come on."
"Hmmm?" Kurt murmured, blinking slowly up at him and holding Blaine closer.
"Dinner," Burt repeated. "I bet Blaine's more than ready for a good meal."
At Blaine's name Kurt rubbed his eyes again and struggled a bit under Blaine's weigh as he sat up. Burt
made a move to shake Blaine awake as well, but Kurt's hand caught his wrist and stopped him.
"I don't want to startle him or anything," Kurt said apologetically. He yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes
again. Burt frowned a little at Kurt's words, but he understood. He was nothing if not understanding. He
headed back into the kitchen, but paused in the doorway again when he heard Kurt's voice rousing Blaine
awake.
"It's time to wake up, baby," Kurt whispered. Blaine groaned and slurred out a string of unintelligible
words and Kurt laughed. "I know you want to sleep, Blaine, but I bet your stomach wants to eat
something."
Blaine's head shot up, his curls just visible over the back of the couch from where Burt was standing.
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"I love food," he said seriously as Kurt sat up and kissed him softly on the lips. Blaine hummed a little and
nuzzled his face against Kurt's. "I might love kissing you more, though. Can we do that instead?"
Kurt's joyful laughter echoed around the room and Burt felt his heart swell in his chest. God, they were so
happy together, so in love it made his chest ache just to watch them. How could the world or anyone ever
think what he was watching was something horrific and abominable?
"Maybe later. I'm hungry, too," Kurt told him. He leaned in and kissed Blaine again, longer this time and
more deeply. Blaine sighed as they broke away and sat up a little, so that Burt could see him press his
forehead against Kurt's. When his eyes flickered open there was a look of amazement and wonder there
that tore right into Burt's heart. It was like Blaine had never imagine anything as incredible as what he
was experiencing, like he had never expected anyone to care about him ever again until Kurt had popped
up and opened him up to a whole world of possibilities.
He couldn't see Kurt's face now, but Blaine was smiling wider and brighter than he'd thought was possible
for the boy. It was the first time he'd seen Blaine truly smile a smile that lit up his eyes and made him
actually look like the seventeen year old boy he was. For a moment Burt could see the little boy in that old
photograph Carole had shown him the unsure, scared young man that Kurt was so desperate to give his
heart to.
Blaine was safe at his house for tonight maybe even for the weekend but he didn't doubt the boy would
return to his apartment again. It was his break from the awkward situation that existed between all the
different dynamics present in their house. But, somehow, he would make it safe for Blaine to go back there
whenever he wanted to. He had to make the first move for this to ever work and he had the perfect idea
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Chapter Twenty-One
Burt was surprised by the simplicity that permeated their first Friday night Family Dinner with Blaine
present. It felt almost normal; oddly normal really, because things had been up and down and all over the
place since September to the point where he almost couldn't recall what normal had been for them.
Blaine was still half- asleep for most of the meal, so he barely spoke. He kept his eyes downcast and
shoveled all the food he could into his mouth like he thought it would disappear if he blinked too many
times. Carole had insisted on taking the open spot next to him and between her and Kurt his plate was
constantly being re- filled. He looked so pitiful and tiny, seated between his son and Carole that Burt didn't
even have the heart to try and start a conversation with him. For now he'd let the kid focus on eating his
first real meal since Monday morning and maybe attempt a little small talk when they all settled down in
the family room to watch whatever Kurt decided on tonight.
But that part of his plan didn't work out so well either. Kurt and Finn immediately started bickering over
whose turn it was this week to pick what they watched together. Finn knew very well that it was supposed
to be Kurt's turn this week, but with his football schedule he wouldn't be here next Friday night. After ten
solid minutes of arguing Blaine had slunk down on the couch and was steadily and sleepily watching the
debate when Carole finally came to the rescue.
"Finn, it's Kurt's turn this week," Carole said diplomatically. "And you won't miss next week or miss a turn.
Next Friday Blaine can pick the movie."
Both boys froze and turned to where Blaine was seated on the right side of the couch. Burt glanced over at
him from where Carole and himself were curled up in his favorite chair. Blaine's arms were folded tightly
against his chest and he was doing his best to make himself go unnoticed. Finn noticed his discomfort
immediately and readily agreed.
"That sounds fair," Finn conceded. Kurt put Moulin Rouge in the DVD player and dropped onto the couch
next to Blaine. "You better pick something good, Blaine."
Blaine just gaped at him, looking stunned at being so quickly included into something that was sacred to
them. Finn pouted a bit as he put back the latest Batman movie and dropped down on Kurt's other side.
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For the next few hours Burt settled into Carole's embrace and watched the boys more than the movie.
Even though Kurt had seen this particular movie at least a dozen times, he was still endlessly thrilled with
the musical numbers and romance. Finn kept up a non- stop stream of grumbles and eye rolls that
resulted in Kurt telling him he should pay better attention because Rachel adored this movie. But Blaine
remained as quiet as he had been at dinner, and it was unnerving for Burt because he had prepared
himself for hearing Blaine make lewd comments and being obnoxious or loud. Burt watched the boy
closely, saw the wonder in his eyes as he watched the images flash across the television screen. It
reminded Burt of the first time he'd taken Kurt to Cedar Point when he'd been fresh out of his first year in
elementary school. He would always remember the huge grin that had been glued to Kurt's round,
freckled little face that afternoon, the way his eyes had blazed with excitement and amazement at all the
world held for him to experience.
It hit Burt like a ton of bricks that Blaine had never seen this movie probably hadn't seen any movie in
years, let alone in an environment where he was safe and loved. The boy had nothing but them now, and
he couldn't even bring himself to allow himself to trust just that little bit, to allow hope.
By the time the end credits started rolling Burt was dozing in his chair and if Carole hadn't shaken him, he
knew he would have fallen asleep right there. He glanced back over at the couch, and his stomach gave a
funny jolt. Blaine was asleep again, his head dropped down onto Kurt's shoulder and one of his arms
wrapped around Kurt's back. Both of his son's arms were around Blaine, holding him close, his own head
tilted down to rest on top of Blaine's curls.
Carole struggled out of the chair and started pulling blankets off the rack in the corner and then shuffled
off to Kurt's room. He watched her disappear down the stairs, not sure why she was heading down there,
but he didn't question it. Carole knew what she was doing much more so than he did around Blaine. Finn
yawned out a goodnight to them and followed her downstairs.
"Here, let me help," Burt mumbled, getting out of the hole he'd sunk into in his chair and helping Kurt lay
Blaine out on the couch. Kurt pulled Blaine up towards the opposite side of the couch and laid down as
Burt lifted Blaine's legs and dropped them where they'd just been sitting.
"Thanks for letting him stay, Dad," Kurt whispered as Blaine curled up on his chest, one leg swinging over
Kurt's and pulling him closer.
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"I told you he's always welcome and I meant it," Burt reminded him. He glanced down at where their feet
were tangled together, eyeing the ratty, beat up Converse on Blaine's feet. "Do you want to wake up him so
he can put on some pajamas?"
Kurt looked worried at the suggestion. "No," he decided, biting his lip. "If we wake him up he might not
might want to "
Kurt swallowed audibly and curled his arms tighter around Blaine's torso, nuzzling his nose against the
other boy's curls. Burt didn't need to hear to the rest of Kurt's unspoken words to know what he was so
scared of. He also knew there was absolutely no way he would have let Blaine go anywhere at eleven
o'clock at night, especially if it meant returning to his apartment complex. They'd all spent more than
enough time in the hospital in the past few weeks, and the last thing they needed was Blaine ending up
there because of something they could prevent.
"Let's get his shoes and jacket off at least, bud," Burt offered, sinking down onto the edge of the couch by
their feet and tugging Blaine's right foot onto his lap. The first thing he noticed was how much more worn
and destroyed his shoes looked up close. The tread was peeling away from the torn, faded fabric of his
shoe and the rubber over the toe had been worn so thin it was cracking over his big toe to the point where
Burt could see what he was pretty sure was Blaine's sock. He traced a finger over the toe almost
unconsciously, feeling a bump underneath that he could only assume meant Blaine had to curl his toes up
because his shoes were several sizes too small. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and tried to ignore
the way his chest tightened as he rubbed his thumb on Blaine's shoe again. God, how long had it been
since anyone had cared about this kid? How long since he'd even had someone to keep him in clothing that
fit?
Blaine squirmed in Kurt's arms as Burt unlaced his shoes and tugged them off. He was relieved when he'd
dropped them onto the ground and Blaine was still sound asleep and snuggled down into Kurt's arms.
Carole's footsteps echoed up the stairs and she appeared a moment later with one of Kurt's pillows in her
arms.
Burt offered a hand to Kurt to help pull him up, but Kurt shied away from it, his eyebrows knitting
together in confusion.
"But I want to stay on the couch with Blaine tonight," Kurt whined, slouching down further into the
cushions and letting Blaine practically roll on top of him.
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"No," Burt said firmly. "He's gonna be living here before long, by the looks of it, and that means there are
going to be ground rules. First rule: you two sleep in your own beds and not together in each other's
without my or Carole's permission. Now up."
Kurt frowned up at him, but didn't argue as Burt hoisted Blaine off of Kurt's chest. The boy struggled
profusely in his arms, whimpering and groaning until Kurt was sitting up enough to pull Blaine back into
his arms. Blaine latched onto him instantly, quieting as he settled against Kurt's chest.
"Dad," Kurt began, turning big, teary eyes onto him. But Burt knew he had to stand his ground. The sooner
they got used to this rule the easier this transition would be.
"No, you're sleeping in your own bed tonight," Burt said firmly. He paused for a moment, his heart aching
at how tightly Blaine had curled himself around Kurt in just the past few seconds, before he added,
"Alone."
An exaggerated eye roll greeted his words and he sarcastically returned the gesture as Kurt huffed in
annoyance.
"Look, I'm not saying I'm keeping you two apart or that you can't have time together or whatever, all
right?" Burt said, watching Kurt as he worked to pull Blaine's jacket off his shoulders. "But I'm the parent
here. There are going to be rules, bud, and I know you two aren't going to like them, but they're
necessary."
"Fine, just fine," Kurt mumbled, pushing the worn leather jacket off Blaine's arms and draping it over the
back of the couch.
Burt nodded a little bit, and sighed heavily. He knew how difficult this was going to be for them, because
on top of everything that Blaine was and would be struggling with, he was essentially creating a barrier
between them. It wasn't much of one, but it was something that Blaine would undoubtedly hate even more
than Kurt would.
Carole wordlessly passed Kurt his pillow and with a hard, reluctant tug Kurt pulled himself out of Blaine's
grip and replaced his body with the pillow. Another whimper reached Burt's ears as he watched Blaine
latch onto it and hold it so close and tightly he looked like he was smothering himself with it.
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Kurt tangled his fingers into Blaine's curls and massaged his scalp gently as he sunk back down into the
couch. A little hum of contentment greeted the touch as Carole unfolded two big, fuzzy blankets and
draped them over Blaine. Kurt leaned down and pressed his lips to Blaine's cheek as Carole tucked the
blankets in around his legs and feet.
"Goodnight," Kurt murmured against Blaine's cheek. There was a tiny sharp intake of breath as though
Kurt was steeling himself to say something else before
"I love you, Blaine."
Burt was certain that his heart had imploded in his chest at his son's words. Six weeks. They'd known each
other for six weeks and his son his Kurt was in love. The one thing Kurt had been desperate for all of
last year, maybe even longer than that, as he'd watched everyone else have a chance he hadn't thought
would be his for years. A shaky breath escaped Burt's mouth as he stared down at them, only his vision
was blurry and a warm pressure was pushing against his eyes. This was all he'd ever wanted, ever hoped
for. That someday Kurt would find someone who saw through his hard exterior and got past all the walls
he had to build up to survive; that someday Kurt would find someone that would love him just as much as
he loved him. If Blaine did feel as strongly as Kurt did... god, he hoped so. He couldn't stand the thought of
Kurt's heart getting shattered and torn to pieces, and this time would be a million times worse than that
crush with Finn had been.
He blinked rapidly a few times and tried to discreetly wipe at his eyes without Carole or Kurt noticing.
Kurt was still too distracted by Blaine, but Carole was smiling softly at him, and while she too seemed
surprised to by Kurt's words, she looked thrilled all the same.
"I'll see you in the morning, Dad," Kurt said standing up and hugging him tightly. He did the same for
Carole and with a final fond glance at Blaine's sleeping form he headed down to his room.
Carole's fingers wrapped around his wrist and pulled his hand to her lips. "You okay?"
Burt nodded absentmindedly, staring first at his son's bedroom door and then back down at Blaine
snuggled up under the blankets on the couch. The plan he'd created to make it safer for Blaine to return to
his apartment whenever he felt the need it could wait until tomorrow or Sunday. He was going to need
Kurt's help getting the right things anyway since he'd never been to Blaine's apartment.
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"Yeah," he decided, threading his fingers with hers and letting her pull him towards the staircase leading
upstairs. And he was okay, better than okay, really. His strength was returning more and more every day,
he had a beautiful, amazing woman who loved him, a second son now that was a terrific kid, Kurt was
happier than he could ever remember him being, and he had the chance to be something for Blaine that
the boy had probably never imagined. Okay didn't even begin to cover it.

He was cold, tired, and hungry. His little feet were sore and numb from trying to keep up with the doctors and
his father as they had raced around the hospital. There wasn't even a window in the waiting room he was
sitting in, but Blaine knew it had to be way past his bedtime. He sniffled a bit and drew his knees up to his
chest as he looked around the empty, sterile white room.
Nobody had come to get him like they'd said they would. He'd been sitting on the same hard plastic chair for
hours after his father had been ushered out to wherever it was he'd gone. Nobody had bothered to tell him
what was going on, or where his Mamma was and why he couldn't see her. The only thing he knew for certain
was that something was terribly, terribly wrong. His fingers brushed over the knees of his jeans, knees that
were soaked with his mother's dried blood.
Blaine bit his lips sharply, feeling tears prick his eyes as he remembered his father rushing up the stairs and
into the bedroom. His legs had been stiff and sore from kneeling next to his mother for so long, but he hadn't
known what else to do, or what was wrong. So he'd taken her hand the same way she'd always done when he
scraped his knee or tripped and cut his elbow up and sat there and told her everything was going to be okay.
His father had burst into the room with a bright smile and a huge bouquet of her favorite pink roses, only to
stumble to a halt and then fall back against the wall in horror.
A shiver ran up Blaine's spine at the memory of that look. He didn't quite know how to explain it, but it was
worse than the look on his mother's face when she'd found out her parents had gone to heaven, whatever that
was. He wasn't really sure what it meant or why them going somewhere was such a bad thing, but apparently
it was. It also meant he couldn't meet them like he was finally suppose to this past Christmas.
With another glance around the room, Blaine wiggled off his seat and wandered out into the hallway to find
his Daddy. Maybe his Mamma would be waiting with him and they could all go to the lake like they'd
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There was nobody out there that he knew, though. And he couldn't see up over any of the big desks where all
the ladies in their colorful, funny shirts were, to see if he knew one of them from when they'd arrived. He
could feel his hands starting to tremble as he wandered a little further and turned down another hallway.
Where were his Daddy and Mamma? Why hadn't his Daddy come back after those men with the shiny badges
had asked to talk to him?
"Sweetheart, are you okay?"
He spun around so fast he almost fell, but two strong, soft hands caught him by the shoulders and steadied
him on his feet. The tears that had been pooling in his eyes started to fall as the nurse lady dropped down
onto her knees in front of him.
"I- I- I c- can't find my D- Daddy," Blaine hiccupped, wrapping his arms around himself and trying to hold
back his tears and stop the way his body was shaking.
"Shh, it's okay, sweetheart," the nurse told him soothingly, brushing his floppy curls out of his eyes. "I'll help
you find him, okay?"
"You you will?"
"Of course," she said, shooting him a kind smile and clasping one of his hands tightly.
He sniffled a bit, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. The woman laughed at him, and rolled her green eyes a bit,
but there was an affectionate warmth there that was just like his Mamma's. He attempted a watery smile as
she pulled a few tissues out of her pocket.
"I swear, that must be a little boy thing," she told him as she gently wiped the snot off his sleeve and nose, and
brushed his tears away. "My son does the exact same thing ten times a day."
She stood up, still gripping his hand tightly as she started down the hall with him. He told her what his
Daddy's name was and what he looked like as she walked him around in search. By the time they reached the
ground floor he was telling her all about how his Mamma was teaching him to play the piano so he could be
as amazing as she was someday and how much he loved music and wanted to play it forever.
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She smiled encouragingly at him as he yawned loudly and wobbled a little on his feet. Before he realized what
was happening she bent down and scooped him up in her arms. He didn't mind, though. He dropped his head
on her shoulder as they wandered the last few hallways towards the front entrance.
"I've been trying to learn her favorite song for months and months," he told her. "I've been practicing all the
time so I could play and sing it to surprise her on Mother's Day."
The nurse smiled adoringly at him and shifted his weight onto her hip. "I'm sure she's going to love it,
sweetheart. My son's trying to do some sort of drum thing for me."
Blaine glanced up at her in confusion. How did she already know what her Mother's Day gift was. It was only
Friday!
"He's never been very good at keeping secrets," she whispered conspiratorially to him.
He giggled a little in response, but then jerked his head around at the sound of a familiar voice from the other
side of the front waiting room they were in. His father was standing by the automatic doors with a doctor and
those two men with the shiny badges.
"Daddy!" he shouted, wiggling down out of the nurse's arms and rushing to his father's side. He attached
himself to his father's leg like Velcro and wrapped his arms tightly around it."Where's Mamma? Are we going
to the lake now?"
"No." His father's voice was quiet and strained as he continued to stare at the spot where the other men he'd
been talking to had disappeared. He pulled back from his father's leg and stared up at him. He'd never heard
his father sound like that before. He tugged on his Daddy's pants to try and get him to look down, but he
didn't. Blaine swallowed the lump in his throat as his father started for the door.
"But what about Mamma?" he asked desperately as he followed after him. "Is she waiting in the car? She's
coming too, isn't she?"
His father paused in the doorway and sucked in a shaky, rattling breath. "No," he said again and then he
headed out the door. Blaine glanced back at where the nurse that had helped him had been standing, but she
was gone now. The tears started to pool in his eyes as he raced out after his father into the parking lot.
Neither of them spoke the entire drive home. Blaine cried quietly in the backseat. Why wasn't she coming
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home? Did she have to stay overnight at the hospital with that nice nurse? When was she coming back? Why
wouldn't his Daddy look at him?
But by the time they'd pulled into the driveway Blaine couldn't stop his questions anymore. His father had
gotten out of the car almost as if he was in a trance and hadn't even helped him out of his car seat. He was
scared and mad and hungry and tired and he didn't understand anything that had happened at all today.
He struggled out of his car seat and made it inside just as his father started to ascend the stairs.
"When's Mamma coming home? Where is she? Daddy, what's "
"She's not coming home, Blaine!" his father bellowed. Blaine trembled and stepped back in fear because his
father had never, ever raised his voice like that before. He'd never shouted so that his voice cracked and
wobbled and made Blaine want to cry all over again. The empty look swept back over his father's features
and Blaine shuddered and looked away. That was the same way his mother had looked at him this morning.
Had he done something wrong? Maybe this was all a test for him like the ones he had in school. But what they
were testing him on, he didn't know. He didn't know why they had both looked at him like they'd never seen
him before like they didn't love him anymore.
His father disappeared up the stairs, and Blaine hugged himself tightly. The sound of a bedroom door
slamming closed echoed down to him and he shuffled into the family room and sat at the piano. Surely his
father would realize that he hadn't fed him or tucked him in and read him a story. He couldn't sleep without a
bedtime story and a kiss goodnight.
He spun around on the piano bench and tapped out the first few notes to Hallelujah. It was the song he'd been
practicing for his Mamma for months and months because it was one of her favorites. He still hadn't
perfected it yet when he tried to sing along but he was getting really close.
His fingers fumbled a little over the first verse, but he sang along quietly and kept going, pushing through
verse after verse and hoping maybe his father would hear him and come down and take him up to bed and
kiss him goodnight like he always did.
"Maybe there's a God above, and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew
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And it's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light, it's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah "
He fumbled another note as he passed into the final chorus, still singing softly as he played out the final
chords. He smiled slightly through his tears, and instinctively spun around expecting to find his father, or
even his mother watching him. His face fell as he took in the empty, dim room, and he suddenly felt like he'd
been hit in the stomach with a baseball bat. She was never going to hear him play that for her, was she?
His vision turned blurry as he turned back to the ebony and ivory keys his mother was so fond of. He didn't
understand what had happened. First his Mamma wasn't his Mamma anymore and now she was gone and his
Daddy was nothing like the man who had tickle fights with him or taught him how to catch a baseball. The
tears started falling heavy and fast, and his little legs swung a good foot above the floor as he rocked himself
and sobbed.
A warm, reassuring hand suddenly pressed against his back, the fingers dipping it and rubbing gently against
his skin through his thin shirt. He shuffled his feet against the wooden floor but, wait, weren't his legs too
short to reach that?
"Shh, don't cry, sweet boy," the person next to him on the bench whispered. "I've got you. You're safe now."
He leaned into the other person and blinked a few times only to see that his arms, his legs, everything was
grown up and definitely not the body of a six year old boy. A warm hand cupped his cheek and tilted his face
up and to the left. Bright blue swirling galaxies stared into his watering eyes before the hand lifted his chin
and pulled him forward for a soft kiss.
"I love you, Blaine. No matter what happens, know that I love you..."
He gasped slightly and coughed, rolling against the back of the couch as he opened his eyes. His cheeks
were damp and he could feel himself shaking from the emotions swirling through him. Soft gray light was
filtering in around the edges on the blinds on the windows. It took Blaine a moment to realize where he
was and why he was so warm. Too warm really, he was used to sleeping in a frigid, icy room and waking
up to find frost on his heating unit. He kicked the blankets twisted around him off his chest and rolled onto
his back, staring up at the dark ceiling and breathed in deeply.
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He was safe and the thought terrified him. He'd thought he was safe when he was that happy, innocent
little boy and then everything had disappeared. Kurt's smile flashed bright and beautiful through the haze
of memories still clouding his mind. God, everything was so confusing and new. Or maybe it was old, and
he'd just forgotten what it really felt like to live.
On a sudden impulse he untangled himself from the blankets completely and stood up. He could never sit
still after a dream, a memory like that. He hated remembering how naive and lost he'd been that night. It
was only when he was older than he'd learned the entire truth around his mother's death. Even as a little
boy he'd understood that she'd been depressed, and he couldn't really blame her when he looked back
now. His father was working constantly to please his own father, they were arguing about money and how
he didn't want to take any handouts, and then her parents had surprised her with the news that they and
her sister were coming over from Italy for Christmas only for the plane to go down somewhere in the
Atlantic.
The pills had been to help make his mother happier, to make her act like herself again. But they'd done the
opposite. They'd turned her into a terrible mess, and more and more everyday Blaine had come home
from school and silently listened to her argue with someone who wasn't there had seen her throw things
at someone that wasn't there until it drove her mad. It was only after the autopsy and an investigation that
they'd found out the pharmacy had messed up and given her ten times the dosage she was meant to have.
A shiver ran down his spine even though he tried to suppress it, but then the end of his dream came back
to him and he hugged himself tightly, dropping back down onto the chair and curling in on himself. Kurt
was there was here now, and it was a connection he'd never wanted and nothing like what he'd ever
dreamed up for himself. A gentle, kind- hearted boy who would give him an entire new world if he could
only remember how to reach out and grasp it.
He looked around the dark room for a moment and his eyes fell on the piano tucked into the corner in the
hallway. It'd been a long time since he'd played. Months since he'd fiddled around with one at Dalton, but
years since he'd just sat there and poured himself into it. For a moment he hesitated. He had no idea what
time it was. Someone might be awake and hear him. The memory of Kurt's reassuring touch brushed over
his back and before he could think to control the urge he was dropping down on the bench and pushing up
the curved wood that hides the keys.
Blaine simply stared down at them for a moment, watching the dust swirling through the gray light that
was steadily getting brighter around him. Most of his elementary school life had revolved around the
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piano. Friends had been hard to come by because the entire school had known about his mother's death,
and he'd been so angry at his father for everything that had happened after that he'd shut himself off.
His fingers dipped down, pressing gently at a few keys for a moment as he let his mind drift.
"Hallelujah... "
The word fell out of his mouth and his fingers started stumbling over the familiar melody before his head
had caught up with them. Mindlessly he played through the verse section , smiling nostalgically as he
fumbled through the same notes he had that night as a little boy. The night his entire world had changed
and he'd lost everything. No amount of trying had ever brought his parents back.
His fingers had stopped and he sat there, staring at his hands, poised and ready over the keys, as he tried
to reel his mind in and away from anything his subconscious brought back in his dreams. He'd stopped
trying a long time ago, had stopped hoping for something more and had secretly only hoped for what he'd
lost. But now he had something more and felt so lost whenever he got close to it he couldn't even
remember why he was scared of it.
"Not ready to let go
Cause then I'd never know
What I could be missing"
His fingers and voice had taken control, were taking him to thoughts and places he had avoided and never
wanted to visit.
"But I'm missing way to much
so when do I give up
what I've been wishing for"
He was so immersed in what he was playing he didn't hear the creak of a stair behind him as he kept the
steady piano rhythm going and let his eyes drift shut. There were notes he was missing and fumbling over
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from years of not playing, but it couldn't have mattered less. This was everything he was everything he
was terrified of being.
"I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
so why do I try
I know I'm gonna fall down
I thought I could fly
so why did I drown
I'll never know why it's coming down, down, down"
The soft rustling of pajama pants was at the bottom of the staircase now and somewhere in the haze he
was lost in he thought he could see his father, red- eyed and distraught, coming down the stairs that night
and dropping on the bench the same way Kurt had in his dream. Wrapping Blaine up in his in arms and
making sure he knew that nothing would break them apart; that they were still a family even if they
weren't whole anymore.
" Oh I am going down down down
Can't find another way around
and I don't wanna hear the sound
of losing what I never found"
His breath caught in his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, fighting down the tears he could feel
building as his fingers trembled and stopped moving over the keys.
"You sound really great, kiddo."
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He swung around on the bench, swallowing the gasp that had almost flown out of his mouth and found
himself staring up at Burt. The man nodded, either in agreement with his own words or something he
hadn't bothered to say, but it unnerved Blaine. Kurt loved his father more than Blaine had thought was
possible, but he couldn't even bring himself to say a nice thing to the man in case everything just backfired
in his face.
"I I should go," Blaine said hurriedly, getting to his feet and heading for the door. "I've got to to go to the
s- store," he invented wildly. "And um, shave. I need things to shave." He tugged the door open a few
inches, but a strong hand pushed it shut again.
"I've got an extra razor up in my bathroom you can use," Burt said gently as Blaine stared at the door. He
couldn't ever remember being so nervous around someone. For so long he hadn't bothered to care what
anyone else thought or needed, but this man meant everything to the boy that was quickly becoming his
entire world. How could he still shut himself off and let himself love when these two were part of the same
world?
Burt seemed to take his silence as badly as Blaine had taken his nodding a few moments ago. "I've been
waiting to give it to Kurt, you know, if he ever starts shaving."
Blaine found himself nodding at the words. "Kurt's very... smooth," he conceded, taking a step back from
the door that Burt's hand was still flat against.
Burt's eyebrows rose at his words, and Blaine almost didn't catch himself before he winced. God, he had
no idea what the hell he was doing right now.
Burt cleared his throat a little and said, "I had a different one for him last year, but then Finn started
shaving so I taught him... "
Again Blaine nodded, biting his lip to stop all the ridiculously horrible things he was so used to saying. He
didn't see how it was possible for Burt to like him after the things he'd said about Kurt the first time they'd
met, but Burt was trying. He was trying for Kurt, and if Burt was willing to do this for his son, then Blaine
wasn't going to let Kurt down no matter how many reservations he had.
Burt's hand was tentative as it dropped down onto his shoulder and gently directed him towards the
staircase. For a moment the urge to dart from the grasp, to run as far away as possible crashed over Blaine
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like a tsunami, but he forced his legs to move, his knees to bend and climb the stairs behind Burt. The
older man's foot stumbled on a step halfway up and before Blaine realized he was reacting, his hands were
firmly pressing Burt's upper body forward to help him balance again.
"Careful, I don't think Kurt will be too happy if you fall over and crush me to death," Blaine muttered,
feeling cheesy and foolish before the words had fully left his mouth.
A gruff chuckle greeted his words, and it surprised Blaine so much he immediately retracted his hands
from Burt's back like he'd been shocked. Burt sway a bit and grabbed onto the railing, turning on the step
and smiling down at him. At least Blaine thought he was smiling, his eyes were twinkling the same way
Kurt's did, but maybe Kurt's eyes sparkled when he was happy and Burt's did before he killed his son's
boyfriend.
Blaine held in his flinch until Burt had turned back around and started up the stairs again. Burt was such
an enigma in his mind. Every fatherly type of figure he'd ever had hadn't amounted to anything worth
remembering, and Burt was... different. Frighteningly different compared to his grandfather and the
disaster his father had turned into. Slowly he followed after Burt, hesitating when Burt disappeared
through a doorway halfway down the hall. He'd never been to this part of Kurt's house and had absolutely
no idea what room was what, if this was a bathroom or Burt's room, or why they needed so many rooms
and doors in the first place. A light flickered on and streamed out into the hallway as Burt stuck his head
out and held up a emerald green razor for him to see.
"Hope you like green," Burt offered, dangling the razor in front of him. Blaine latched onto it and rolled it
over in his hands. It was much nicer than the little, cheap throwaway ones he'd been buying. He stepped
into the bathroom as Burt rummaged through the medicine cabinet and pulled out a can of shaving gel.
Burt set it on the sink counter and moved aside so he could step up to the sink. Feeling horribly awkward,
Blaine stared down at the shaving gel and the hand towel draped over the counter. Was Burt going to
stand there and watch him or something? Did he think Blaine needed guidance on how to do something
he'd figured out on his own a year and a half ago?
"Is it common for people to stand over each other like vultures in this house or something?" Blaine asked
incredulously as he turned the hot water tap on and pulled up the stopper in the sink.
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Burt started where he'd been leaning against the wall and shuffled his feet. Blaine watched him for a
moment, his skin prickling uncomfortably as he popped the plastic cap off the shaving gel and started to
squirt some into his hand
"Hold up," Burt said suddenly, taking the can from his hands and setting it back on the counter.
Stomach twisted in nervous knots, Blaine took a step away from him as Burt took the wash cloth of the
counter and held it under the hot water pouring out of the faucet.
"I usually only shave after a shower," Burt told him as he wrung the little towel out. "Your skin's warmed
up and it makes the shave smoother. But when I don't have the time I take a towel," Burt folded the towel
in half and held it up as he continued talking. "And just press it to my face for a few minutes."
Before Blaine could react, the towel was pressed softly against the side of his neck. Eyes wide and stunned,
he let Burt rub it over his stubble for a few minutes. He'd hated to admit it, but it felt nice. It
felt amazing to have someone giving him insight into something so simple. When Burt finally pulled the
towel away he felt himself droop a little at the lost of contact. For a moment he could see just what it was
that Kurt loved so much.
"I take it you know how to do the rest?" Burt grunted, dropping the towel onto the sink again and clasping
him on the shoulder.
Surprised once again by the gesture, Blaine nodded up at him as his heart gave a funny jerk in his chest.
"Yeah, I figured that out a few years ago," he said softly, moving away from the hand on his shoulder to tug
his shirt over his head as Burt stepped past him and into the hallway. He didn't have a change of clothes,
and he definitely didn't fancy getting shaving gel all over the only shirt he had.
As Blaine turned back to the mirror he caught sight of Burt still standing in the doorway, looking alarmed
as he stared at Blaine's side. His skin crawled under the look, not because Burt was freaking him out any
more than usual, but because he knew why that look was there. The scar along his ribs was in perfect view
for Burt at this angle. He twisted away to get it out of Burt's line of sight, and tried to ignore the echoes of
memories rattling in his head.
"You need anything just holler, kiddo." Burt's gruff voice was soft and almost sad as he nodded at him and
disappeared down the hallway.
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Blaine eyed himself in the mirror, taking in the stubble all over his jaw and throat and the steadily
growing mass of curls that was beginning to fall into his eyes. His cheeks were more hollow than they'd
been the last time he'd bothered to take a good look at himself in a mirror. His collarbones and muscles
were much more pronounced and he knew that this was a combination of not eating enough most days
and his weight lifting class. He brushed his thumb over his chest curiously and felt little, soft hairs tug at
his skin. It would be just his luck that his chest would want to turn into a fur rug. The red, angry edge of
his scar caught his eye, and this time the memory was more distinct.
His face smacked against the pavement as someone's foot kicked him in the middle of the back. Another foot
connected violently with his ribcage over and over again. And then from the far side of the dumpster Blaine
heard the sickening crack of metal against brick. The other two boys men, really, since they were seniors
hauled him to his feet and pinned his arms back against the school building.
"Not so brave now, are you, fag?"
He twisted hard to free himself, but then the air was knocked from his lungs and his breath was swallowed
back down as he choked for air. The crow bar whistled through the air again as it slammed against his
ribcage a second time, and pain seared through his body. Every nerve was screaming as he felt something
snap, something break
His hands were trembling violently as the memory faded. He gripped the counter hard and leaned on it,
trying to ignore the flare of phantom pain along his ribs, and the distant memory of feeling like he was
drowning from the inside. After a deep breath he took hold of the shaving gel can, squirted some into his
hands, and started lathering it up over his jaw. Memories of some stupid assholes from his eighth grade
dance couldn't hurt him anymore, and besides, he'd made sure to return the favor that summer. None of
that should matter now, but for some unexplainable reason it still felt like it did. Felt like he'd suppressed
it for as long as he could, but now he was feeling things he hadn't felt in years. It was only natural for all of
these memories to start flooding back, wasn't it?
Half his face was smooth and clean shaven when Burt appeared at the door again, a towel, a pair of gray,
jersey lounge pants, a long- sleeve shirt, and boxers and socks in hand.
"Figured you'd want to have a shower before breakfast," Burt said simply, setting the pile down on the
toilet. "Just use the shampoo and shower gel already in there, okay?"
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Burt eyed Blaine's shaved cheek for a moment and smiled in approval. "Looking sharp, kiddo. Watch out
for Kurt if he's got scissors, though. I think he's gonna be hell bent on giving you a haircut this weekend."
Alarmed, Blaine stared at the Kurt's father, who laughed at the stunned look on his face. No doubt he
looked incredibly similar to a woodland creature caught in headlights, and he hated that.
"Somehow I don't see you two agreeing on how you'd want to wear your hair," Burt added as he took a
few steps towards the door.
Blaine shook his head a little and dragged the razor over the sideburn still covered in foam. "Probably
not," he mumbled, eyeing where he'd just shaved in the mirror to make sure he hadn't missed a spot. "If he
bugs me enough maybe I'll show up with a Mohawk on Monday."
This time Burt chuckled loudly and patted him on the shoulder. Something warm bubbled up in the pit of
Blaine's stomach at the sound and the gesture. It was almost as if... almost as if Burt might
actually like him. But that was ridiculous. Burt was doing this because he loved Kurt, wanted his son to be
happy, not because he cared about Blaine... right?
Burt told him that he'd be in the kitchen and left him to finish shaving and to take a shower. Feeling both
confused and oddly at ease, Blaine finished shaving and hopped into the shower, taking his time and
enjoying the spray of warm water that came out of the shower with a pressure that was absent from the
cold shower in his apartment. After he hopped out and dried himself off, he picked up the clothes and
examined them curiously. They were too small to be Burt's or Finn's, but way too simple to be something
that Kurt would wear. He'd seen enough of Kurt's wardrobe to know that Kurt would never be caught
dead in something so basic, but maybe they were Kurt's and he only wore things like that to sleep in or to
walk around the house. He tugged them on quickly and headed back downstairs with his dirty clothes,
which he stuffed into his school bag by the front door, and, after a moment's indecision, headed into the
kitchen where Burt had said he would be.
Blaine was surprised to find that Carole was awake as well. She was just setting a cup of coffee down on
the table when she spotted him standing in the doorway. A bright, kind smile was directed at him and
god, why was that so familiar? Carole approached him and kissed him on the cheek and placed her hands
on his shoulders. When she brushed back his curls a moment later he was glad she had a good grip on his
shoulders because part of his dream his memory flashed through his mind again and he swayed.
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"Shh, it's okay, sweetheart," the nurse told him soothingly, brushing his floppy curls out of his eyes. "I'll help
you find him, okay?"
"... Blaine? Are you okay, sweetheart?"
Carole's voice seemed to float to him through a thick fog as the image vanished from his mind. God, there
was no way it had been her. It couldn't have been. He looked at her face, trying to hold on to the memory
of that gentle nurse. The same green eyes, the warm smile that seemed to expand outwards and envelope
him. And Finn was the little drummer son she'd mentioned to him that night. There were a few more worn
lines around her eyes and a crease along her forehead, but she was almost exactly the same. Unless his
mind had filled her into the role of that nurse. It had been ten years since that night, and she didn't seem
to remember him or anything at all. He wasn't important enough to remember.
"I'm fine," Blaine said gruffly, eyes darting around to take in Burt's curious look and Carole's worried
expression. With a quick shrug he dropped onto one of the barstools at the island and folded his arms on
the counter top. Before either of the adults could say anything more, Finn stumbled into the kitchen,
sleepy- eyed with hair standing on end, followed closely by Kurt in his silky pajamas.
Another dazzling smile was directed at Blaine the moment Kurt noticed him and, god, this was the most
bizarre morning ever. Even Finn gave him a sleepy nod as he sunk into the chair next to Burt. Kurt's arms
wrapped around his waist from behind and his chin dropped onto Blaine's shoulder. Any tension from the
few awkward moments that morning melted out of his limbs as he turned his head and accepted Kurt's
soft kiss.
"So, what's for breakfast?" Kurt asked him, pressing another kiss to the curve of his jaw. Blaine shivered a
little at the soft sensation and almost didn't register Kurt's words.
"I don't know." He looked expectantly at Carole and Burt. It seemed strange that Kurt was
asking him about breakfast when it was his house. But Carole smiled at him again, and he had to swallow
the lump that formed in his throat as the nurse popped into his head again.
"It's up to you," Carole informed him, walking around to the opposite side of the counter and resting her
elbows on it. "Finn's already had two turns this week. Kurt picked on Tuesday, Burt on Wednesday, me on
Thursday and Finn again yesterday morning. I'd say it's about time we worked you into the rotation."
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"What?" Blaine blurted out before he could stop himself. What was it with these people and taking turns?
Kurt's arms tightened around him slightly as he sat up straighter and pulled away from the warmth. One
of Kurt's hands rubbed soothingly up and down his side. "M- me? No, you can pick. I'll eat anything,
really."
"Oh, come on, Blaine," Kurt teased. "Don't waste your turn unless you want Finn to pick pancakes for the
eighth time in a row."
They were serious. Flabbergasted, Blaine gaped first at Kurt's adoring smile and then at Carole's hopeful
expression.
"What did you always demand to have as a little kid?" Kurt murmured into his ear, nuzzling his nose
against Blaine's neck.
The words made his eyes drift shut and for a moment he was walking into his parents' bedroom on the
Friday before Mother's Day, but then the room morphed into their spacious kitchen. His mother and father
were at the stove, laughing and talking and twirling each other around as the cooked breakfast like they
had done every Saturday morning. He was hoisted up into his mother's arms and handed a big stirring
spoon by his father, who wrapped his large hand around Blaine's little one and guided it around the big
bowl...
"We used to make French toast and pudding every Saturday morning," Blaine said quietly as his eyes
flickered open. "We'd sit in the living room and watch Saturday morning cartoons while making little
French toast and pudding sandwiches."
"Sounds perfect," Carole said delightedly as she spun around and starting pulling out things to make
French toast. "Kurt you know how to make pudding, right?"
"Um, sort of," Kurt replied, looking thoughtful.
"I still remember," Blaine spoke up, still watching Carole in amazement as she actually started making
what he'd suggested. He wasn't used to being listened to, or having someone appreciate his words.
"You can teach me, then," Kurt said excitedly, tugging him off the barstool and towards the refrigerator.
Surprised by the movement, Blaine didn't resist and after a few seconds of hesitation, he started helping
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Kurt pull out the right ingredients. He couldn't help but laugh with Kurt as they made a terrible mess
making the pudding. It was almost... fun, and bizarrely calming and natural. Burt had shuffled over to the
refrigerator, pulled out a container of strawberries, and was sitting in the seat Blaine had vacated and
eating them. Finn was half- slumped over at the table and drooling on the Sports page.
The whole morning felt incredibly normal to Blaine. Sitting down at breakfast and listening to them talk
and share little stories about one another as they ate their French toast, pudding, and fruit. By the time
Kurt dragged him down to his room for a movie marathon, his face hurt from how much smiling he'd been
doing and he felt like someone had pumped him full of laughing gas. As they collapsed onto Kurt's bed
after putting in a movie, the door at the top of the stairs creaked open.
"Door open, guys!" Burt hollered down at them.
Blaine rolled his eyes a little at his words, because if Burt was trying to stop them being intimate then he
was way too late for that. He curled up behind Kurt and wrapped his arm around Kurt's chest as the movie
started playing.
"You know," Kurt murmured, turning slightly in his arms. "We could at least get away with some making
out, if you want."
"Oh, yeah?" Blaine returned, feigning disbelief. "I was sort of hoping to watch... "he glanced at the screen
for some indication of the movie they'd put in. "Since when do you like Batman?"
Kurt rolled over in his arms and slid an arm around his neck. His smile was warm and tender as he traced
his finger tip along the curve of Blaine's jaw. Blaine hummed a little at the touch.
"I'm incredibly fond of Batman, Blaine," Kurt scolded playfully. "I seem to recall having quite a nice night
wearing Batman pajama pants."
"Those pants spent more time on the floor than on you," Blaine retorted, tangling his legs with Kurt's and
leaning in for a slow, lazy kiss.
"Still fond of them," Kurt replied with a happy sigh. "And as for the movie, the explosions are impossibly
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"I can tease that spot on your neck for the next two hours without them hearing those breathless,
gorgeous little moans you make."
Kurt's cheeks flared pink as he pulled back to stare at him, but then a hand slid up under his shirt and
Kurt's fingers brushed over his ribcage. A loud gasp fell from his lips and he arched his body into Kurt's
and keened.
"As long as I get to do the same," Kurt murmured. "I've been meaning to explore you for a while now."
Blaine tilted his head forward and captured Kurt's lips in a deep kiss. A teasing tongue swept across his
lips a second later and eagerly open his mouth as Kurt's tongue dipped inside. It wasn't the most
passionate or heated kiss, but somehow the slow sensuality of it made his head spin. Made his heart thrum
painfully in his chest and every inch of his skin so sensitive he felt like he was roasting over an open flame.
Just the light brush of Kurt's fingers over his ribs again made him jolt and have to pull away from the sheer
intensity of the touch. He was so overwhelmed by the warmth and acceptance and kindness all around
him.
Kurt pressed forward and worried Blaine's lower lip between his teeth. Blaine whimpered again and
before he could think, before he could even register that he was talking, he was murmuring against Kurt's
lips.
"I am so in love with you."
Kurt froze against him, his mouth going slack and pulling away from his lips. Blaine's eyes flew open,
because there was absolutely no way he'd just said what he'd heard himself say. And Kurt was gazing at
him in shock.
"Shit, I just fuck, I was "
He was instantly silenced by another eager kiss that made him relax back into Kurt's embrace and forget
that he'd just admitted to his biggest fear, his only real secret the one that nobody had knowledge of, that
nobody could take from him like they could take everything else.
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Kurt's lips moved softly against his for another moment before pulling away. Hot breath ghosted over his
face and Kurt's forehead pressed against his, but Blaine kept his eyes closed and waited for whatever
horrible thing was bound to happen next.
"I love you, Blaine."
And he knew the expected response to those words; had uttered it a hundred times as a child, but now
he'd almost forgotten how to form the words. Forgotten the rush of heat to his chest, the feeling of being
swallowed up by something bigger than himself and Kurt and the entire world as a whole. It had been
years since anyway had told him that, been so long he'd almost forgotten such a thing existed.
The pressure built behind his eyes as Blaine took a shaky breath and looked into Kurt's eyes. For the first
time, he let himself look and not put up the blinders and the walls and saw what he'd been hiding from for
weeks saw the incredible, simple, beauty that Kurt felt for him shining bright and whole for him to see
and return. He took a split second to wait for the familiar urge to run to wash over him, to force him up out
of Kurt's arms and out into the cold, windy streets of Lima. But it didn't come, his heart just swelled more
in his chest the longer he looked at Kurt until he knew if he tried to hold it in anymore he'd burst at the
seams.
"I love you, too."
Kurt's grin was bigger and more carefree than he'd ever seen it as he leaned forward and kissed him again.
Blaine smiled into the kiss and sunk deeper into Kurt's embrace. His wildest fantasies had never conjured
up the reality he was slowly letting himself fall into, and while part of him still thought that it was all too
good to last, he wasn't going to let himself waste a minute of it anymore. Kurt was worth so much more to
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Chapter Twenty-Two
Kurt couldn't help but feel disappointed when Blaine left late Saturday afternoon. The decision hadn't
been a terrible surprise to him, but he'd been dreading it all the same. Having Blaine there bonding with
his family, and safe for the past twenty- four hours, had been incredible for him, but Kurt knew it had to be
overwhelming for Blaine. It hadn't stopped Kurt from making an attempt to convince Blaine to stay
another night, of course. But the offer for a free haircut had only made Blaine launch into a list of various
things he needed to do on Sunday, including laundry and a job interview. The thought of Blaine spending
another night in that ransacked apartment made his blood run cold, but he didn't want to push couldn't
stand the idea of Blaine permanently residing there again because of his own impatience so Kurt
reluctantly let him go.
Blaine had changed back into his dirty clothes, left the ones Carole had bought him on Kurt's bed, tugged
on his sneakers and backpack, and had allowed Carole to pull him into a tight embrace on the threshold.
The fact that Blaine had only hesitated for a fraction of a second before returning the gesture gave Kurt
hope. This was going to work out somehow. Even his father's shoulder pat had been greeted with a small,
appreciative nod. It was his own hug that Blaine dove into, squeezing him tight until Kurt felt like his ribs
were being crushed by a trash compactor. The light pressure of Blaine's lips against his had been brief, but
the mumbled, "I love you" that had followed had made his heart explode like a supernova. It felt like he'd
been waiting forever to be able to freely say those words to Blaine and to have them said in return with
the same amount of conviction.
Kurt had promised to be over early in the morning for a breakfast date, hopefully when Blaine had good
news from his interview, and then they would spend the afternoon together.
The following morning, however, Kurt was awoken much earlier than he'd anticipated. Someone shook
him awake roughly, and when he groaned and rolled over, the numbers on his alarm clock told him it was
just after seven.
"Dad?" Kurt muttered weakly, staring up blurry-eyed up at his father's distinct form hovering above him.
"Come on, bud," Burt said. "I need your help with something important this morning."
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"It's for Blaine," Burt added, tugging him into a sitting position. "For his apartment. You can go on your
date after."
Baffled by his father's words, but completely intrigued, Kurt untangled himself from his blankets and
slowly made his way into the bathroom.
"Be quick," Burt called after him. "We've got a lot to do."
As Kurt scuffled over to the shower, part of what his father had said repeated itself in his head. Date. His
date with Blaine. He felt a pleasant heat flare across his cheeks and smiled giddily. Perhaps they'd gone
about their relationship a little oddly, a little backwards even, but he could finally say for sure that him
and Blaine going out together meant it was an actual date. The thought woke him up quickly and he
wasted no time getting ready. Between how happy he was, his own curiosity and desire to see Blaine as
soon as possible, he was in and out in half an hour. He skipped his moisturizing routine for the morning
and took a rushed shower before racing upstairs and following his father outside to his Navigator. When
his father directed him to drive them to the hardware store across town Kurt was even more confused
than he had been before. Was his father going to build Blaine a... a what? Perhaps Burt would buy Blaine a
nail gun so he could shoot at the assholes that always harassed him.
As Kurt pulled into the almost empty lot, Burt pulled a list from his pocket and got out without saying a
word to him. Kurt followed doggedly after him, happy to see his father's normal strolling pace again, but
still dying to ask why exactly they needed to be here when the store first opened.
"I'm going to need you to pick this stuff out," Burt told him, stopping at the end of one of the aisles to allow
Kurt to catch up with him. Kurt paused next to him and glanced dubiously down the aisle his father was
pointing toward. There wasn't a nail gun in sight. "It doesn't have to be exact, but at least the same size
and shape for the part that attaches to the door so we don't have to drill a bigger hole... "
Something hard seemed to have become lodged in Kurt's throat as he took a few steps down the aisle and
stared around at the vast selection of locks and doorknobs.
"I figure we can get him a couple more for when he's there," Burt said, eyeing a few chain latches.
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"That's... "Kurt paused and sucked in a deep breath as he tried not to let his emotions get the better of him.
"It's a fantastic idea, Dad," he said gratefully as he pulled his father into a tight hug. "You're too amazing
for your own good sometimes."
Burt laughed softly at Kurt's words and steered him down the aisle. It took him almost twenty minutes
before he found one that he thought was the perfect replacement for Blaine's busted doorknob and also
wasn't a gaudy shade of gold. They grabbed the kit that came with it and picked out four more little locks.
Kurt started to make a beeline for the registers, but his father surprised him once more by steering him
past them to the far side of the store and to the outdoor and lawn section.
"Dad, Blaine doesn't have a yard," Kurt deadpanned as he was dragged past a huge shed and then a row of
lawn mowers.
"I know that," Burt said, and even though Kurt couldn't see his face from this angle he knew his father was
rolling his eyes. He was content to spend the entirety of this unexpected shopping trip feeling comfortably
naive if it all benefited Blaine in some way. Burt stopped at the next section and pointed up at the tarps.
"Finn kept going on and on about how he'd taped comic book pages to his window. I can't really get
curtains without the right dimensions, but I figured we could hang that over the window instead."
"Oh," Kurt said softly. It was something he would have never thought off. Replacing the curtains had
crossed his mind, but the interior designer part of his brain would have never allowed a tarp to decorate
the walls.
"How big would you say his window is?"
Kurt thought for a moment, trying to picture Blaine's little ransacked bedroom. He hadn't been back there
since they'd come back to find the room torn apart. The slur painted on the wall flashed through his mind
as he turned back to his dad.
"That one should work," Kurt told him, pointing to a dark green one hanging on display. He watched his
father grab one of the packaged ones and head back towards the front. "Dad?" he called after him.
His father spun around on the spot, and something about his voice must have given away how upset he
was by the memories.
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"What's wrong, Kurt?" Burt asked gently, coming back over to him.
"Do you think we could get, like, one of those sample paint cans and a brush?" Kurt asked hopefully,
folding his arms and bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.
Burt's face scrunched up at his words, and Kurt swallowed thickly as he realized he hadn't mentioned this
part to his father because it would make him furious.
"When they broke in," Kurt began, staring at one of the lawn mowers next to them instead of his father's
worried face. He paused and dropped his voice, "They spray painted 'faggot' on his wall over the bed."
Burt's expression was stony, but Kurt could see the fire blazing in those green eyes. Kurt rolled his
shoulders and looked back over to the lawn mower. He hated telling his father things like this. Hated
making him worry or feel guilty or reminding him of what the world wouldn't allow itself to understand
right now.
"What color do you want to get?"
Kurt smiled slightly and debated with himself for a moment. "Something bright," he answered as he
dragged Burt over to the paint section by his coat sleeve.
After Kurt had picked out a nice, pale yellow to cover the word up they piled their bags up on top of the
pillows, tool kit, blankets, and Blaine's new pajamas that Kurt didn't remember leaving on his backseat.
Apparently Burt had been up much earlier than himself this morning and had put the time to good use.
However, the nice gesture towards his boyfriend's well being still didn't stop him from scolding his father
the whole way to Blaine's apartment.
"You can't push yourself too much, Dad. It'll send you right back to the hospital," Kurt exclaimed in
exasperation.
"Kurt," his dad cut in sharply and Kurt snapped his mouth shut as he turned into the parking lot of Blaine's
building. "I am fine. It was a big scare, I know. But I am going to do my absolute best to make sure
that never happens again. Just walking around the house and out to your car isn't going to make me
relapse."
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"I sorry, I just "
"Worry," Burt interjected with a resigned sigh. "You shouldn't have to, Kurt. Neither of us should have to
worry about each other that way."
Kurt pulled up to Blaine's front door and killed the engine. His father unbuckled his seatbelt and got out,
motioning for Kurt to pop the trunk. With a small nod, Kurt pulled the little handle for the trunk release by
his feet, climbed out of the car, and approached Blaine's door. Part of him was ridiculously hopeful that
Blaine would answer the door and be here for this could take part in making his apartment even just a
fraction safer than it was now but another part of him was hoping he wasn't. That Blaine was still at his
job interview and he'd come back to a great surprise. He rapped his knuckles on the door, and it creaked
open a few inches. The wind blew and pushed it the rest of the way open. He felt his father's hand drop on
his shoulder as he stepped inside.
"This is... it?" Burt said quietly and Kurt nodded, looking around at how much everything had changed
since it'd been destroyed.
Like Finn had told his father, the window was covered in comic book pages. He took a moment to read a
few word bubbles, and then glanced at the rest of the room. One of the curtains was bundled up on the bed
in a heap by the pillow he'd given Blaine. The dresser was now a hollow frame covered in taco and burger
wrappers. The broken boards from the drawers were stacked up at the end by the door. Kurt circled
around the bed, pulling open the mini- fridge to find that it at least still worked. The acoustic guitar was
gone, along with Blaine's skateboard, backpack, and the usual pile of dirty clothes.
"He must still be at his interview or doing laundry," Kurt deduced, giving the night- stand a little shake to
see how sturdy the stack of comics and books holding it up was. It barely budged from its spot, and Kurt
nodded a little to himself. Blaine was nothing if not resourceful with the little bit he had.
A few pieces of paper fluttered down past his head and Kurt looked up to see his father ripping notebook
paper off the wall to reveal the graffiti. The red letters were no longer shining wetly on the wall, but they
were still just as glaringly bright and eye catching as before.
"You paint over this and I'll hang the tarp," Burt decided, bending down to pry the paint lid off and toss
Kurt the brush.
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Kurt set to work quickly, painting a large yellow rectangle over the word while his dad hung the tarp and
then started to remove the busted doorknob. When he was done painting he went out and got the pillows,
pajamas, and blankets from the car and took his time straightening the bed out and making it look neat.
After that he sat on the edge of the dresser and watched his father as he fit the new doorknob, keeping an
eye out for Blaine through the open doorway.
They had just finished screwing in the other little locks and were getting ready to test the doorknob when
Kurt heard loud catcalls and laughter from the street. He stiffened and closed the, hopefully now locked,
door behind himself and stepped out onto the sidewalk. He was certain one of those laughs was familiar to
him, and it made his stomach knot up with nerves because that meant the men who had destroyed
Blaine's room were heading their way. That they were laughing and so gleeful sounding only worried him
more.
Burt had turned in the same direction, staring out towards the turn in for the parking lot, the keys for the
lock jingling softly in his hand.
"What's all that noise about?" he asked Kurt, but Kurt didn't even have to answer. Right then Blaine
wheeled his way into the parking lot on his skateboard, backpack slung over his shoulders.
"Hey, come on, faggot! Wait up so we can do some more remodeling!"
Blaine shifted his feet and kicked off from the ground again. Kurt's heart plummeted as two of the guys
turned the corner. Thankfully, the other half of the group didn't seem to be present today, but it didn't do
much to settle his unease. He didn't think Blaine had even noticed them standing outside his room.
"Maybe you should call that little bitch you've been fucking," one of the men sneered. "We could use his...
expertise."
Blaine's foot dropped as soon as the swear left the man's mouth. Burt lurched forward next to him, but
Kurt held him back. The last thing Burt needed was to pick a fight when his heart was just beginning to
heal. But holding his father back also prevented him from stopping Blaine, and he'd be willing to bet if he
called out to him the two men would head straight for him and his father.
A sharp whack against the pavement made him jump and he watched as Blaine's skateboard popped up.
Blaine moved quickly, catching the board as he turned and grabbed it by one of the trunks as he spun and
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swung it out. It smacked the man who had spoken across the nose and the other in the neck. They both
stumbled backwards with pained shouts as Blaine pulled out his pocket knife.
His father struggled against his hold again.
"Kurt, let me go!" Burt snarled and even though Kurt knew the anger in his voice was directed at the trio
of men, it still made him flinch.
The two men heard Burt's angry words, and the sight of his enraged father seemed to unnerve them even
more.
"Piss off," Blaine growled, swiping his knife through the air between them. He didn't move at all to
acknowledge them standing a few feet behind him until the men slowly started to trudge their way back
across the lot.
Blaine waited a few seconds before pocketing his knife and turning back towards them and heading over.
Kurt dropped his father's arm and made to rush towards him, but Blaine ducked down and scooped up the
busted doorknob and threw it across the lot, hitting one of the men in the back of the head.
The man stumbled forward into his buddy and turned to either run back across the lot at Blaine or shout
something, but he didn't do any of those things. Kurt followed the man's line of vision and took in his
father's livid expression. Blaine flicked the men off as they glared at them.
"This isn't over, you fucking fag!"
They left the lot quickly after those parting words, clearly thinking Burt would come after them if they
hung around too long.
"Dad," Kurt said worriedly, rubbing his father's shoulders and trying to get him to calm down. "Relax,
please. This isn't good for your heart. You're sick, remember?"
Burt continued to breathe heavily as Blaine turned back to them. Kurt tried to smile at him, and even with
what had just occurred it wasn't hard, because, god, he'd missed Blaine. It had only been sixteen hours and
his chest and stomach were aching as if he'd reached inside his ribcage and torn his insides out. He really
hoped it wouldn't be much longer before Blaine was with them all the time. Then he could pull Blaine into
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his arms at any given moment and lose himself, could know that as long as Blaine's chest was rising and
fall against his own that he was safe. He didn't know how much more worry and fear his father's heart or
his own could take.
Blaine's face was set in a deep, unwelcoming frown as he looked them over, and Kurt felt his stomach drop
like a bowling ball onto the floor. Blaine had been so reluctant to say goodbye yesterday, and now he
seemed... annoyed with him. Or maybe it was the situation he'd just been in. He hoped it was the latter.
"Blaine "
"You shouldn't be here," Blaine snapped, shoving past him towards his door. "Go home."
Blaine's hand took hold of the doorknob and pushed. The door didn't budge. Blaine froze, staring down at
the handle as he jiggled it and tried to turn it. Kurt let go of his father again and pulled one of the keys
from his hand.
"Here," he said softly, prying Blaine's tight grip off the doorknob and placing the little key in his hand.
"You him and "Blaine's entire frame was shaking as he stopped talking and bit his lip.
Kurt knew that look by now, and slid his arm around Blaine's waist and kissed his cheek. He hated how
shocked and amazed Blaine was whenever any of them showed him an ounce of kindness. It wasn't right
that Blaine expected nothing but hatred and indifference from the world. Kurt only wished there was an
easier, simpler way to make Blaine see how much love they all wanted to give him.
"Open it," Kurt encouraged. Blaine swallowed loudly and let Kurt take his wrist and guide his hand back to
the doorknob. Smiling slightly, Kurt watched Blaine's trembling hand fit the key into the lock and twist it.
The lock clicked and Blaine remained frozen against his side for so long that Kurt looked over at him. His
eyes were bright, and shining with unshed tears, and Kurt could see how much this meant to him.
Something as simple as a new lock for his apartment sent Blaine into an incredulous, downward spiral
that he didn't understand or know how to get himself out of yet.
Blaine swallowed thickly again, his body trembling as he muttered, "I feel like I should make a terrible
metaphor about the key to your lock right now, but I why? Just... why?"
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"Because we care and we want you to be safe no matter where you are," Burt said from behind them. He
handed Blaine the other key, and Blaine stared down at it. "You can keep the extra one in your locker at
school or something."
"N- no," Blaine stammered, and Kurt couldn't stop himself from smiling when Blaine looked up at him, still
as amazed and flabbergasted as ever, but there was a brightness to his eyes that made his heart swell;
made him feel like he could run a marathon or fly or jump right on stage to fill in for a Broadway role he'd
never read the script for. The second key was slid into his palm, and Blaine closed his fingers over it. "I... I
want you to have it."
"Okay," Kurt replied softly, brushing a thumb over Blaine's cheek as his own heart pounded in his chest.
He'd expected Blaine to do what Burt had just suggested in case he locked himself out, or even to keep it
somewhere else in case he locked himself out. But for him to trust Kurt with it, to give him the only thing
he had to trust anyone with was huge. That level of trust, from a boy who had nothing, would have
overwhelmed him a few weeks ago, but that same boy meant everything to him now that trust was
something he craved and wanted to hold in his chest for safe keeping for as long as Blaine would let him.
"We did some redecorating inside, too," Kurt added as he pushed the door open. "It isn't much, but... "
Blaine stepped inside and his mouth fell open a tiny bit as he looked at the tarp over the window, the
drying paint, and the extra pillows and blankets and the pajamas he'd been given to wear around the
house yesterday.
"This is... ," Blaine turned to him as he stepped through the door after him. Kurt felt his father follow him
and close the door. Two hands reached up and cupped his face and Blaine's forehead was suddenly
pressed against his own. "This means... so much. You don't have any idea... "
"I think I might," Kurt told him. "You were there for me in a way nobody else was when my dad was in the
hospital. It's kind of like that, I think." Before Blaine could say anything else Kurt pulled him into a warm,
loving kiss.
"Thank you," Blaine breathed against his lips as he pulled back. "I know I don't say it enough, I just "
"It was my dad's idea," Kurt told him, pulling back a bit more so that Blaine could see his father standing
behind him. Kurt could see how bright Blaine's eyes were becoming with unshed tears, but Burt just
motioned Blaine forward, and showed him the other locks they'd installed.
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"You're... "Blaine started, staring up at Burt as he slid the last little lock closed. "Um... t- thank you."
Blaine's voice trembled as he stared hard at the chain lock and tugged it back and forth experimentally.
"I know you aren't completely comfortable at our house," Burt said gruffly. "When you're here I want you
to be able to relax and be at ease as much as you are when you're there." Burt bent down slightly and
turned Blaine by the shoulders. "You are always welcome with us. You will always be safe and loved there.
I know it's all overwhelming and muddled right now, but I will never turn you away or shut you out," Burt
continued and Kurt could see the tears starting to build in Blaine's eyes as his own started to fall. "You
always have a home with us, Blaine, and we will give you as long as you need to be comfortable with that."
Blaine drew in a shaky breath and turned away from Burt, dragging a hand through his curls as he tried to
hold in his tears. Kurt took a step forward to pull him into a hug, but Blaine let out a shaky, quiet laugh and
wiped his nose on his sleeve. "I think I can see why you and Carole are so good together."
Burt chuckled as he undid all of the locks before pulling the door open. "We've got to get back home," he
said, waving Kurt over to him, and Kurt hesitated to follow him. He really didn't want to leave yet. "If you
want to come over today you're more than welcome."
Kurt watched his father step outside and then turn back to him expectantly. Kurt wrapped Blaine in a tight
hug, and pulled back slowly, reluctant to let go when he'd only just gotten here, but his father was starting
to look tired and he couldn't drive himself home. "I'll be back a little later?" Kurt said uncertainly. "Can we
do lunch instead?"
Blaine stared at him in wonder, and then shook his head. "No," he said softly and Kurt's heart almost
shattered at the words, but then he continued, "Give me a minute. I'll go with you guys."
Blaine took off his backpack, tossed his skateboard into the corner, and started pulling a bunch of clothes
out of his bag. He took the pajamas lying on the bed, and held them up to Kurt. "I never pictured you
wearing something like this."
Now Kurt was confused, because Carole had bought those for Blaine a few days ago. He would never be
caught death in something like that... well, maybe if he'd just stripped them off of Blaine and put them on
himself, but...
"Those aren't mine," Kurt told him. "Carole bought them for you."
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Blaine started at his words, his hand pausing as he riffled through the handful of shirts and the two pairs
of jeans he'd just piled onto his bed. "Oh," Blaine mumbled simply, pulling one of the shirts and jeans out
of the little pile and stuffing them back into his bag.
"You left your razor as well," Burt added from the doorway. "You ready, then?"
Blaine zipped up his bag and nodded stiffly, looking suddenly uncertain at all the mentions of his new
possessions. Kurt looped his arm through one of Blaine's and tugged him outside, stopping to let Blaine
lock the door before they piled into his Navigator.
Kurt drove them back home, and Burt passed out on the couch ten minutes after they'd walked through
the front door. Blaine stood awkwardly next to the door until Kurt dragged him into the kitchen and made
him help with lunch. He didn't have anything fancy in mind, just a salad for each of them and some
sandwiches for Finn and Blaine, who would both need a salad bowl the size of his Navigator to fill them
up.
Everyone was rushing around to eat. Finn wolfed his food down quickly and then left for a last minute
football practice. Carole took hers to the kitchen table with her as she looked through the grocery sale ads.
Kurt took his father's out to the family room and left it on the table for him, and then went back for his
own and Blaine. After Carole gave him the okay, they headed downstairs to his room to eat and relax.
Blaine settled down on the bed next to him and started on the huge stack of sandwiches Kurt had made
him. His face scrunched up after the first bite, and Kurt stared at him.
"What?"
"This meat tastes like plastic," Blaine informed him, making a big show of swallowing the mouthful of
meat and cheese.
"It does not," Kurt retorted with a huff. "It's vegan."
"It's crap," Blaine replied bluntly.
"Boys!" Carole's voice echoed down the stairs to them. "Me and your father are going to the grocery store.
Do you two want anything?"
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"Real meat!" Blaine hollered before Kurt could smack a hand over his mouth. He couldn't stop the way his
heart fluttered at the ease with which Blaine had shouted out that reply.
"Oh my god, you are just like Finn," Kurt said in disgust as Carole started laughing and descending the
stairs.
She stopped on the landing and smiled at them. "It tastes like plastic, doesn't it?"
Blaine nodded vigorously next to him and Kurt glared at them both. "It does not," he insisted vehemently.
"I'll make sure we pick some up, Blaine," Carole assured him. "Anything else?"
"No," Kurt said, and Blaine agreed quickly.
"We'll be back in a few hours," Carole called as she headed back upstairs. Kurt was surprised to hear the
door snap shut, but also thrilled. He missed having the chance to be alone with Blaine whenever they
wanted to be. He settled down and finished the rest of his salad, watching Blaine out of the corner of his
eye and waiting for the sound of the front door to slam shut upstairs. He heard the door close as he set his
own empty bowl aside, watching the way Blaine's jaw moved and his Adam's apple bobbed, and god, he'd
missed kissing Blaine's skin, and touching his chest, or feeling Blaine move inside him...
Blaine stood up with his empty plates and started towards the stairs, clearly planning on taking his dishes
upstairs.
"Leave those for later," Kurt told him hurriedly, latching onto Blaine's shirt and pulling him back towards
the bed. The dishes were set on the night- stand as Blaine stumbled forward.
"Wh oh," Blaine hummed as Kurt wrapped his arms around his waist and started sucking on his neck.
"Finally learned the art of seduction, have you, Hummel?"
Kurt pulled his lips back and licked a path up to Blaine's jaw, grabbing the hem of Blaine's shirt and
starting to pull at it until Blaine raised his arms. As Blaine's shirt hit the floor he kneeled down on the bed
and attached his lips to Kurt's.
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"I love undressing you," Kurt muttered, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops on Blaine's jeans. His
sweater was popped open as he spoke and Blaine was suddenly pressed against him, forcing him
backwards into the pillows. They kissed slowly for a few minutes, softly moving their lips together as they
re- familiarized themselves with each other's mouths. Kurt could feel Blaine shivering against him
wantonly as he ran his hands over the other boy's broad shoulders and sides, and felt himself hardening
against the tight fabric of his pants.
"Please, tell me you have lube," Blaine gasped against his lips, rolling his hips against Kurt's thigh and Kurt
groaned and arched up into the hard- on rubbing against him through the thick material of their jeans.
God, he was so glad he'd decided to go out and buy lube and condoms after Monday morning. It may have
been embarrassing, but there was absolutely no way he could have said no right now.
"Top drawer," Kurt breathed as Blaine rolled off of him and fumbled around the drawer. Quickly, Kurt
tugged his unbuttoned sweater off and pulled the shirt underneath up and over his head, tossing it to the
floor with Blaine's shirt as he rolled onto his side to face Blaine.
Blaine rolled back onto his side with the bottle of lube and two boxes of condoms in hand. "Got a little
eager with the condom buying, I see," Blaine intoned lightly, shuffling closer until their chests touched.
They both groaned, their hips jerking forward until they were grinding against each other.
Kurt sighed and arched his body forward, securely winding his arm around Blaine's chest, and sliding the
other hand over Blaine's pectorals. He nipped lightly at Blaine's chin as he traced his hands over the firm
muscles and murmured, "I wasn't sure what size we both needed."
Blaine gasped breathlessly and whined in the back of his throat as Kurt tilted his head and started sucking
gently on his jaw. "Kurt, yes," he moaned, and Kurt groaned in reply as Blaine's hips surged forward to rut
against him harder.
Kurt's hand trailed down Blaine's back and he dipped his thumb under the waistband of his underwear
and rubbed softly along the top of Blaine's ass. The loud keen was all the encouragement Kurt needed to
shove the rest of his hand in and grab onto Blaine's ass cheek. Blaine's back arched, his ass pressing back
into Kurt's hand and his heaving chest rubbing roughly against his own.
Blaine's mouth sought out his own, and Kurt's body jerked as his lower lip was sucked into Blaine's mouth
and nibbled on. A pair of arms looped around his neck as he pulled his mouth away from Blaine's and
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went back to kissing over his neck and jaw, his cock throbbing painfully at the breathless little pants his
touches were drawing out of Blaine's mouth. He rolled Blaine's ass cheek in his hand firmly, and it only
made his cock ache more made him want what he hadn't yet experienced.
"Fuck, touch me, Kurt," Blaine demanded, pushing his ass back against Kurt's hand more. The movement
made Kurt freeze, his heavy breaths catching in his chest. He didn't need more specific instructions to
understand what Blaine meant, to know that Blaine wanted him to stretch him, to open him, and slide
inside him and make him feel as incredible as he'd made Kurt feel. But he'd never done this before have
never been on the other side of this. He didn't know how to finger anyone. He hadn't even had the chance
to do it to himself yet. What if he did it wrong?
Blaine's arms were tight around his chest, rubbing over his skin and pulling him closer as they breathed
against each other's lips. Those hazel- green eyes flickered open at Kurt's sudden lack of movement and
Kurt met his gaze. Everything seemed to somehow change in that second, the entire tone and mood went
from desperate and needy to something he couldn't describe properly. It was a feeling he'd never
experienced, but it slowed him down and made every brush of Blaine's skin against his feel like an electric
shock a thousand times more intimate than anything they'd done before.
"Please," Blaine reiterated softly, pressing a light, lingering kiss to Kurt's lips. "Touch me."
"I- I don't know how," Kurt stuttered as Blaine pulled his hand from his pants and laced their fingers
together. "I've never done... "
He trailed off and something in Blaine's face made him pause instead of fumbling for the bottle of lube
between them. There was a nervousness in Blaine's eyes that made his heart pound faster.
"Neither... neither have I," Blaine admitted quietly. Kurt sucked in a deep breath, and pressed his forehead
to Blaine's. Blaine's admission had caught him off guard, but he wasn't entirely clear on what it meant
either. There were countless memories of Blaine's talking about fingering himself whipping around in his
head.
"I thought you... fingered yourself," Kurt said uncertainly.
"I do, but I," Blaine bit his lip and took a deep, steadying breath. "I've never let anyone never trusted
anyone enough... "
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Surprise and understanding flooded through Kurt's brain as the words left Blaine's mouth. He'd never
expected that, but somehow it made sense to him as well. The way Blaine had always talked, the way he'd
said he'd wished he'd had Kurt inside of him last week, had all made him certain that Blaine had bottomed
before. But Blaine hadn't remotely trusted anyone in years. Not until he'd met Kurt and unintentionally let
him into his heart.
Kurt could see his own uncertainty reflected back at him in Blaine's eyes as he tilted his head forward and
pulled Blaine in for a warm kiss. "Are you... are you sure?" he asked hesitantly. Whether the hesitation was
for himself or Blaine's uncertainty he didn't know.
"I want you," Blaine murmured in reply.
"Okay," Kurt breathed as Blaine let go of his hand and reached behind himself. With a few quick tugs Kurt
pushed Blaine's jeans and underwear down and then pulled them from around his ankles. Blaine
remained on his side facing Kurt, and Kurt dropped back to the spot he'd just vacated, moaning deeply as
Blaine's right leg slid over his thigh and pulled his body close again. The wet head of Blaine's cock brushed
against his navel as his hand was lifted up and his fingers were slicked up with a cold, thick liquid.
His fingers slid in and out of Blaine's fist, the lube warming up between their hands as Blaine nuzzled his
nose against Kurt's before moving Kurt's hand back around to his ass. Blaine wiped the rest of the lube
onto his side and then tangled his fist into Kurt's hair and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
Kurt was barely able to focus on the feeling of Blaine's tongue slipping into his mouth or massaging his
own tongue as he hesitantly slid his fingers down between the halves of Blaine's ass. A breathless gasp
brushed over his lips as he dragged his finger along the dip, finally pushing against the puckered skin.
"Please," Blaine whispered. "I want you, Kurt. Only you."
Blaine drew Kurt in for another kiss, longer and reassuring as he rubbed over his entrance, and then
slowly pushed in. The hitch of Blaine's breath and the way he immediately drew his mouth back and
tensed made Kurt stop and start to panic. The other boy's mouth had fallen open, his eyes still closed, but
the expression on his face was one Kurt was familiar with. The look of ecstasy and spine- tingling pleasure
made Kurt thrust his hips forward on impulse. Slowly, he eased his finger out, groaning at the pull of the
hot, clenching muscles the feeling of Blaine surrounding just one small part of him and pushed back in
up to the first knuckle. Blaine's hips bucked against his, and he moaned softly.
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"That's okay?" Kurt asked him, slowly pulling his finger out again and sliding it back in. Blaine groaned
louder and slammed his mouth against Kurt's, swallowing his surprised gasp as Blaine started rocking his
hips.
"Fantastic," Blaine managed to say between panting breaths. "Move."
Kurt nodded, letting Blaine drop his head back onto the pillows and moan as he started thrusting his
finger in as deeply as he could and then all the way out of him. The leg hooked over his thighs tightened its
grip and started pressing him forward as Blaine rolled his hips.
"Kurt, m " Blaine panted, breaking off to moan loudly, his arms wrapping tightly around Kurt's neck and
Kurt suddenly found his face nestled against Blaine's neck. "More."
As soon as Blaine said it, Kurt pushed a second finger inside next to the first. He stopped then, mesmerized
by the hot clench of the ring of muscles around his fingers and the way Blaine arched and moaned. He'd
never imagined he'd see Blaine falling apart so beautifully like this. That he would be the cause of it, or
that Blaine would ever completely trust him and let him in this way.
"Shh, baby," Kurt mumbled kissing his neck softly as he started to thrust his fingers again. "Let me make
you feel good."
He crooked his fingers on the next thrust, and Blaine keened, his breaths coming faster and shorter, but
Kurt knew he hadn't found what he was looking for that time. He did the same thing again, arching his
fingers the opposite way towards Blaine's front and this time he found it. Blaine cried out, and clinched
tightly around his fingers, his hips snapping forward.
"Fuck," he swore as Kurt rubbed over his prostate slowly. "That feels so much better when you do it."
A high- pitched whine broke through Blaine's lips as Kurt kept massaging his fingers over Blaine's
prostate and started to suck softly on his neck again. Kurt felt Blaine's hands untangle from around his
neck and drop to his waistband and start fumbling with the buttons on his jeans. He whimpered as his
jeans moved over his erection, squirming to try and help Blaine remove the offending article of clothing.
His jeans were forced over his erection and down his hips, his boxer- briefs catching on his cock and
making him moan as it sprung free, his cock brushing against Blaine's.
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Blaine twisted his torso a little more and found one of the boxes of condoms he'd dropped on the bed and
worked on opening it. Kurt could see it was taking all of Blaine's energy to focus on ripping it open with
him thrusting his fingers into him and his tongue licking over his neck. He slid a third finger inside and
Blaine shouted in surprise as he finally got the box open and pulled one of the condom packets out.
Kurt hummed against Blaine's neck as Blaine started to fall apart again, his eyes drifting shut as he moved
with the motion of Kurt's fingers inside him.
"Kurt, I'm gonna if you don't stop "Blaine warned him. Kurt stilled his fingers, feeling Blaine's muscles
relax around them as Blaine tore the condom open. And this was the part Kurt had been desperate for and
had been dreading. He wanted this to be as good for Blaine as it had been for him their first time together.
What if he didn't move right or hurt Blaine?
The condom was rolled down his cock and Blaine started to coat him with lube, pressing soft kisses to the
corners of his mouth and chin. The weight of Blaine's leg hooked over his thighs disappeared as he pulled
Kurt's fingers out of him, rolled onto his back, and pulled Kurt with him. Kurt held himself up, watching as
Blaine pushed his jeans and boxer- briefs down his hips and he kicked them the rest of the way off on
instinct. What if he was terrible at this?
Blaine propped himself up on his elbows, spreading his legs wide and tugging Kurt down until he was
settled between them. His cock rubbed against Blaine's again and he moaned into the kiss Blaine pulled
him into, his body relaxing at the soft, reassuring caress of Blaine's lips moving over his. Their positions
may not have been familiar to him yet, but the press of Blaine's lips, the feeling of his strong body flush
against his, the comforting warmth of his skin was all he needed to know how incredible this was going to
be. No matter what he might think, he was with Blaine. Every time they touched it made his heart melt and
ache and gave him a pleasure he'd never imagined could existed. This would be perfect for both of them
because they were with each other.
"I need you inside me, Kurt," Blaine whispered against his lips, wrapping his hand around his cock and
guiding it down towards his entrance. Kurt gasped as the tip of his cock was pressed between Blaine's ass
cheeks, as the overwhelming heat coiled around him and engulfed him as his hips shifted forward slightly.
He pushed in slowly, and Blaine threw his head back, his moan coming out low and deep as he wrapped
one arm around Kurt's waist and the other up over his shoulder blade so that his hand was cupping the
back of Kurt's head. Kurt whimpered slightly as he slid into Blaine, finally stopping to breathe when his
balls pressed against Blaine's ass.
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Blaine pulled him in closer, and kissed him again. "Move, baby," he murmured, wrapping his legs around
Kurt's waist.
Arms shaking slightly, Kurt dug his elbows into the mattress for leverage and eased his hips back,
groaning as he felt Blaine's tight heat drag his foreskin over the head of his cock with the condom. He
moved his hips forward again and Blaine moaned and bucked his hips.
"God, you make me feel so full," Blaine muttered against his lips.
Kurt's hips jerked at his words and they both gasped as they started rocking together slowly, dipping in
for a few soft kisses every couple of thrusts. Kurt knew his thrusts were uneven and sporadic at first, but,
god, this felt incredible. He had never imagined something so hot and deliciously tight around himself,
tugging at him, and gripping his entire cock tightly when he snapped his hips forward and buried himself.
"Faster, Kurt," Blaine begged, pressing their foreheads together and forcing Kurt to look into his eyes.
Blaine's thumbs brushed over his cheekbones as their eyes met, and Kurt felt his breath catch in his chest
at the affection, warmth, and love he found staring back at him.
"Kiss me," Kurt requested, feeling the sweat beading across his back as he snapped his hips forward faster,
and Blaine clenched around him. The brush of Blaine's lips against his made Kurt cry out. Blaine's breath
caught and he bucked beneath him, moaning loudly in a way that Kurt had never heard before. His voice
had cracked, was high and strained as Kurt let go to instinct and started slamming his hips forward as
Blaine squeezed around him. Fuck, it felt so good.
"Kurt!" Blaine gasped. His head was tilted up, cupped between Blaine's hands and he could see the desire
in Blaine's eyes, the unbelievable rapture and edgy need. His stomach tightened as Blaine's internal
muscles started to seize up around him.
"Come with me, Kurt," Blaine moaned. "I'm so close."
Blaine covered his mouth with his and Kurt felt himself spiraling at a thousand different speeds in a
million more directions. Everything was hazy and blurry as Blaine's hands rubbed over his back and
shoulders and traced over his spine.
"Oh, god, Blaine," Kurt cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as Blaine tightened around him.
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"Look at me," Blaine whimpered, rocking himself with the motion of Kurt's powerful thrusts. "I want to
see you when you come."
Kurt barely managed to open his eyes before he felt the rush building inside of him explode up his spine
and through his limbs. Blaine's eyes darkened, and his lips parted slightly as his breath caught and his
body tensed. Blaine shouted with him, pressing their foreheads together, and Kurt could see the lust
swirling in the other man's eyes, feel the hot come dripping down between them as Blaine came.
Body shaking, Kurt collapsed forward onto Blaine, pressing his hot and sweaty forehead into the crook on
Blaine's neck and kissing the salty skin softly. Blaine was trembling beneath him, his arms wound tightly
around Kurt's body as they breathed heavily together. Kurt closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of himself
rising and falling with Blaine's chest as Blaine's legs fell from around his waist.
"I love you," Blaine murmured, turning his head and pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead.
Kurt smiled and looked up into Blaine's face, at his bright, twinkling eyes and big, goofy grin. "I love you,
too." He made a move to pull his hips back and ease out of Blaine before he got completely soft, but Blaine
whined and held him still.
"Don't," Blaine told him, fumbling for the blankets to cover them up.
"Blaine," Kurt said, attempting to sound exasperated, but mostly just sounding sleepy and tired. "You can't
keep me inside you forever."
"Wanna bet?" Blaine challenged immediately. He yawned loudly then, and turned his head, nuzzling his
face against Kurt's.
Kurt shut his eyes and decided not to argue. It wasn't as if he didn't want to stay this way forever. If
everything could always be this perfect, this fantastically normal, he would never have to worry again. He
snuggled down against Blaine's chest and let the sounds of Blaine's steady heartbeat lull him to sleep.

As Carole stumbled through the front door, arms draped with grocery bags, she suddenly wished that
she'd made Kurt and Blaine go with them to the store. While she'd let Burt carry a few of the lighter bags
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in ahead of her, she'd been very adamant about taking the heaviest ones so he didn't strain himself. It
wasn't the best idea she'd had today. That spot was reserved for giving Kurt and Blaine some time
together somewhere that wasn't a broken apartment with people trying to break in.
Burt walked out of the kitchen from dropping off his considerably lighter load and spotted her bracing
herself against the wall, arms drooping from the excessive weight. He rushed over quickly.
"Here, give me some of these."
"No, Burt, you can't lift anything heavy "
"Because a bag of cereal boxes and soup cans is such a heavy burden," Burt cut her off sarcastically. And it
was comments like that, moments like this, when she saw so clearly where Kurt could his sarcasm and
humor from. Wordlessly, she raised a shaky arm to let Burt tug the bags over her wrist and carry them
into the kitchen. She followed after him, setting the bags on the kitchen table and turning to follow him
back to the car to stop him from carrying any of the water cases or the soda packs that Finn guzzled.
However, Burt had paused in the hallway next to Kurt's bedroom door. Kurt's closed bedroom door. She
knew Burt had been too sleepy when they'd left to notice the door being shut, but now he was staring at it
grimly. Heart thumping fast, she cupped his elbow and tried to gently steer him back towards the front
door. It wasn't hard for her to guess what Kurt and Blaine had been doing while they were gone, and she
definitely didn't want Burt to find out the same way she had.
"I told them to keep the door open," Burt said in exasperation, moving to yank the door open, but Carole
dashed in front of him and blocked it.
"Let's get the rest of the groceries," Carole said diplomatically. "I can go down and check on them after."
Burt's eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he allowed her to pull him back out to the car to unload the last of
the bags. As soon as they dropped them off in the kitchen Carole had to block his way back into the
hallway.
"Burt," Carole said sternly and he stopped to fix her with a glare that clearly told her he knew she had
either been involved in this door- shutting catastrophe or that she knew what he'd find if he went down
there. It really wasn't difficult for her to see what he was thinking or that he was worried about what
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exactly that closed door meant. After her own experience last year with Finn she couldn't entirely blame
him for his worries, but she also knew it wasn't in their control. Kurt and Blaine were young and in love.
Anything that brought them closer together and helped heal either of them from their pasts was perfectly
fine with her. Burt would definitely not see it the same way, and she could see her own nervousness was
only making him more suspicious of what had been going on for the past few hours. "I will go downstairs.
You need to relax."
"They shouldn't be doing anything that requires a closed door."
"I closed that door when we left," Carole told him, resigning herself to the inevitable explosions those
words would bring. "They deserved a quiet afternoon together."
"You gave them the okay?" Burt asked in alarm. "The okay for what exactly?"
"Burt," Carole said, frowning slightly. "There is nothing wrong with them having some time to themselves
"
"They're sixteen and moving way too fast!" Burt hollered, and Carole had been waiting for those words
ever since she'd seen the two boys together on Blaine's birthday since they'd met Blaine in the McKinley
High parking lot, really. It was one of the reasons she loved Burt as much as she did he was the most
caring and genuine father any child could ever ask for, but with his love came a ton of over protectiveness.
She'd seen it kick in at Breadsticks all those weeks ago, because while Kurt may have been in denial or
oblivious to what had been happening, Carole hadn't been. Which meant Burt most definitely had noticed
as well. Until Blaine, Burt had been the one person who knew Kurt best, and even if Kurt hadn't realized at
the time how fast and hard he was falling, they both had.
"They're young and in love," Carole told him bracingly, voicing her earlier thoughts aloud. "I know Kurt is
always going to be your little boy, but he's growing up, Burt. You can't stop him from living his life or
sharing his love with Blaine. Besides, I think we'd both rather have them here than at Blaine's apartment."
"I "Burt paused, his alarm and anger fading back into concern as he tugged his hat off and rubbed his
hand over his head. "I just want them both to be safe, but they're just so young and... " he glanced down at
his shoes and his shoulders sagged slightly. "I never imagined that Kurt's first boyfriend would be like this.
I figured I'd only hear about him over the phone when Kurt was off at college, you know? They'd break up
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before Kurt ever had the chance to bring him around here. I wouldn't ever have to deal with him, but then
Blaine showed up... "
"It's almost like fate that they found each other," Carole said softly. "I can't imagine how much more Kurt
would have hurt without him here. Blaine would probably be back in juvie or worse by now."
Even as she spoke, the reality of Blaine's life washed over her and made her heart twist painfully. They
still didn't know why he'd been locked up, why he had that ankle monitor, or even how either of his
parents had died. If Kurt had found out any more since last week, he hadn't mentioned it, but she didn't
think that was very likely. She just wished they had more to go on and that Blaine would fully open up to
them, or even just to Kurt.
"I'll go start putting stuff away," Burt decided. "Tell Blaine there's a football game on later if he's
interested." Carole breathed a sigh of relief as she turned to head downstairs. She'd followed Kurt's lead
and hadn't mentioned the extent of Kurt and Blaine's intimate relationship to Burt, but it was obvious by
now that he had made an educated guess in the proper direction.
Carole pulled Kurt's door open slowly and called down to them. When she got no answer she started down
the steps into the dim room, pausing on the landing when she spotted them curled up together under the
covers. It was a nice change compared to how she'd always found Kurt over the summer when she
stopped by or stayed the night. He had someone warm and real and loving to curl himself around instead
of a cold lifeless pillow or blanket. Carole glanced at her watch, and then back down the remaining stairs
and made a quick decision. After the last time she'd walked in on such an occasion she wasn't keen on
waking them up herself, but they couldn't sleep all afternoon either.
She headed down the last few steps and circled around the bed, avoiding the articles of clothing scattered
across the floor, and trying to ignore the way she blushed at the sight of the condom boxes. Kurt and
Blaine were safe, and that was the most important thing. They were safe at Burt's house tonight, and safe
when they spent the afternoon making love. The rest was irrelevant for now, or until Burt sat them down
for a long discussion on house rules. Carole only hoped she was around for that particular discussion,
because she could already see Burt stumbling over his words and getting flustered, while Kurt stared
stonily at the table and Blaine started up a long, never- ending string of lewd comments. Her presence was
definitely going to be a necessity that night.
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After setting Kurt's alarm to go off at four, Carol cast one last look at them snuggled up together under
Kurt's blankets and headed back upstairs. As soon as she stepped onto the ground floor's landing, Burt
was right there, trying to look around her and over her shoulder.
"Nothing to see," Carole said forcefully, steering him away enough to close the door again.
"Nothing I want to see or nothing to actually see?" Burt questioned as he was pushed back towards the
living room. His tone alone told Carole that he really didn't want an answer to that question, but he still
felt the need to ask after their well being.
"Both," Carole replied flippantly. She pushed him down into his chair and handed him the remote.
Burt stared up at her in annoyance. "That answer doesn't make any sense."
Carole bent down and pecked him on the cheek. "I'm me, sweetheart," she murmured teasingly. "I don't
have to make sense if I don't want to."
"You know," Burt called after her as she started up the stairs. "Sometimes I think I love you so much that I
almost hate you," he paused and frowned at her. "Now is definitely one of those times."
Smiling brightly, Carole climbed the remaining stairs and went to take a shower and change into
something more comfortable for the football game they would be watching. By the time she was changed
and back in the living room, Blaine was stumbling through the door of Kurt's bedroom. She was happy to
see him in something besides the clothes that had littered the bedroom floor, even though his sopping wet
hair was dribbling water all over his clean shirt.
"Do you want a towel?" Carole offered with an amused smile. Sometimes he reminded her so much of
Finn.
"Uh, sure," Blaine muttered, dragging a hand through his curls. "Kurt told me to get out if I wasn't going to
let him cut or style my hair."
Burt chuckled from his spot on the couch. "Maybe you'll get lucky and go bald early. Then you won't have
to worry about him messing with your hair."
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The offended look on Blaine's face made her nervous for a moment, but as she headed into the kitchen for
a dish towel she heard Blaine's reply.
"But I like my hair. It covers all the lumps on my head," Blaine told him, sounding highly affronted.
"Besides, who knows if me and Kurt will even still... "
She stepped back into the room as Blaine trailed off and handed him the towel. There was a slight frown
on Blaine's face at his own words, but he accepted the towel and started drying his hair.
"Maybe you'll wake up bald in the morning," Burt offered, clearing his throat uncomfortably at Blaine's
words.
Blaine stared at him again, and Carole saw the briefest mixture of horror and disgust flicker in his gaze.
"And I thought I was morbid," Blaine grumbled.
Burt nodded towards Blaine. "I don't know if Carole told you already, but there's a football game on at
five," he said by way of invitation."Finn'll be back to watch it with us."
"Browns?" Blaine asked as he rubbed vigorously at the hair curled over the tops of his ears.
"At Seattle," Burt clarified.
Carole watched Blaine continue to rub at his hair for another minute. It was getting long, so long it was
starting to curl into his eyes and hide his handsome face. "You really could use a trim," Carole decided,
reaching up to tug on a loose curl.
"Oh, not you, too!" Blaine cried in exasperation, ducking away from her hand and circling around to Burt's
side.
"Blaine, I can see nine split ends from here," Kurt said suddenly from behind her. Carole spun around to
find Kurt staring pointedly at Blaine, one hand on his hip, the other armed with a pair of scissors.
Blaine instantly retreated a few more steps and dropped into what was unmistakably a fighting stance.
"Bring it, Hummel," he said, watching the scissors flash through the air as Kurt twirled them in annoyance.
"You're not dolling me up or gelling my hair or whatever."
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Kurt rolled his eyes and held the scissors out to Carole. She took them silently and watched Kurt approach
Blaine as he spoke. "The absolute last thing I want to do is gel down your curls, but I'm pretty sure my
fingers almost made it to Narnia a few hours ago," Kurt told Blaine and Carole smiled at the teasing note to
his voice. "It's only a trim, Blaine. Just so it's how it was a few months ago, okay?"
Blaine eyed Kurt suspiciously for a moment and said, "A few more weeks and the Narnians will be pouring
out my scalp like sweat. I've always wanted to meet Aslan."
Carole giggled slightly at the pout in his voice as Kurt finally slid his hand into Blaine's and tugged him
towards the bathroom. Kurt's smile was radiant and satisfied. "I'll even let Carole supervise if it makes
your hair feel safer."
"Shut up," Blaine snapped. "You'd scream like a girl in a horror movie if I came towards your hair with a
pair of scissors."
"No, I'd come at you like Michael Myers," Kurt quipped back, lightly brushing his fingers over his perfectly
coiffed locks. "Or I'd blind you with my hairspray."
"Remind me again why I'm dating you?" Blaine countered as Kurt directed him towards the bathtub. They
both paused in their banter and looked at each other. Carole stopped in the doorway, and felt Burt inch up
behind her. This was the first time she'd ever heard Blaine solidify his relationship with Kurt out loud. He
looked surprised at his own words, even a little unsure of them, but Kurt pulled him forward with a
brilliant smile and pushed him down into the edge of the bathtub. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's
shoulders from behind and kissed his cheek.
"Because of my fantastic sense of fashion, my glamorous good looks, and my undeniable charm."
"See, now you're just flattering yourself," Blaine smiled in amusement. "I'm pretty sure that's my job."
Carole watched on fondly as Kurt cut Blaine's hair and they continued their playful, teasing banter. Burt
wrapped a tight arm around her waist and rested his head against hers.
"He's not what I expected, but he's definitely what I hoped for," Burt whispered in her ear. Whether he
was referring to Kurt or Blaine she didn't know, but either way the she knew the sentiment was true.
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"You're all what I hoped for," Carole replied. She heard the front door open and close followed by her son's
loud footsteps. "We're in the bathroom, Finn!"
Finn stopped behind them and stared over at Kurt finishing up with Blaine's hair. Carole was happy to see
how neat and manageable it now looked.
"Looking sharp, dude," Finn said with a little nod. "We're still watching the game, aren't we?" he asked,
turning to Burt.
Carole felt Burt nod against her cheek. "Even Kurt's gonna watch it with us," Burt informed him and Kurt's
head shot up at the words.
"I'm doing what now?"
"Watching football with with us?" Blaine said uncertainly, and Carole's heart twisted in her chest at the
nervous look he shot Burt and Finn. It was almost as if he thought he was no longer invited, or wasn't
allowed to sit down in the living room with them.
Kurt looked surprised both at Blaine's words and his tone. "Since when do you like football?" he asked. "I
don't think I've ever seen you at one of Finn's games."
Blaine was suddenly on his feet, running his hands through his shorter curls and looking defensive. "I can't
exactly stay out that late unless I want to sleep in an alley or something," Blaine said bluntly.
Kurt bit his lip as Blaine sighed in aggravation. "Come on," Kurt said gently, nudging Blaine over towards
the others. "Let's go watch the game."
Blaine nodded wordlessly, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. For some reason Carole couldn't place, the
motion was jarring. It reminded her of Finn when he was a little boy, but there was something else there
that she couldn't place. Why did that seem so familiar? She didn't think she'd ever seen Blaine do it before,
but whatever it was was right there at the back of her mind, dancing just out of reach.
"Hey," Blaine's voice broke through her thoughts and she felt a tentative and nervous arm loop through
hers. The arm wasn't as thick and heavy as Burt's or at an awkward angle because of Finn's height or even
as sure and warm as Kurt's, but it felt entirely natural to her as she looked up into Blaine's eyes. The same
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jolt ran through her again as she looked into those warm hazel- green eyes, but she still couldn't place
whatever it was that she couldn't remember. "You coming?"
"Yeah, of course, sweetheart," Carole reassured him as he guided her into the living room with her other
boys. Blaine flinched at the last word, but made no comment. Still she caught the unsure flicker of his eyes,
and it almost felt like he knew something she should, but didn't.
"You really don't like it when I call you that, do you?" she asked hesitantly as they dropped onto the couch
with Finn and Kurt. Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine quickly as Blaine grimaced at her words.
"You just... remind me of someone," he said quietly. "That's all. She... she called me that. Well, I think she
called me that. I don't know about that memory... "
Carole's heart wrenched in her chest because she was almost positive he was talking about his mother.
The beautiful, vibrant, joyful woman from that old photograph that Carole couldn't bear to think of Blaine
having to live without.
Blaine was looking at her with the tiniest bit of hope in his gaze, but then it flickered out as he turned
away to watch the kick off. Carole had no idea what exactly had just happened, whether Blaine was
looking at her like that because he saw her as something equivalent to his own mother or if it was
something else. For a moment she almost thought he'd been talking about her, but that made even less
sense to her.
The thought that Blaine's memories of his own mother were so shaky he couldn't even be sure any of it
was real broke her heart. She could barely imagine that adorable, happy little boy from the photograph
having something so tragic thrown at him, and she gasped inaudibly as she recalled that photograph. The
small, little boy with tangles of curly hair, and big, bright eyes wandering down a white, sterile hallway in
his blood soaked jeans. The quiet sniffles as he'd stopped walking and just stared around. She'd been too
distressed in the middle of the break- in to really pay attention to the picture, but now that she recalled it...
God, had the little boy been Blaine?
She couldn't even remember what year that had been, or anything from when she'd worked at Lakefield
out in Westerville. But that night, she'd never forget it. Between the terrible car accident, the double
stabbing, and then finding that lost, little, trembling boy in a hallway only to later find out his mother had...
had killed herself just hours ago.
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The tears welled up fast in her eyes as she glanced over at Blaine again. That had been him, hadn't it? He'd
even mentioned something about playing the piano for his mother, and Blaine played beautifully, judging
from what Burt had told her last night. She opened her mouth to say something, though she didn't know
what she could say how she could bring up something Blaine probably didn't remember but then
stopped and closed it.
The last thing Carole wanted was to scare Blaine off when they were all happily sitting down together,
while he was safe and loved, and with them. She didn't know how he'd react if she mentioned something
like that, or if he'd believe her if he didn't remember it. After excusing herself to the bathroom she stood in
the hallway where they couldn't see her and tried to collect herself.
Now wasn't the moment to bring that up, but finally she knew just a tiny piece to the mystery of Blaine's
past. The only thing she couldn't understand was why the beautiful, loving woman she'd felt like she'd
seen in the picture would leave her little boy all alone in the world. Her mind couldn't wrap around how
that picture could lead up to the Blaine she'd met six weeks ago, the Blaine out in the living room that was
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Chapter Twenty-Three
By Monday afternoon Blaine was at a complete loss about what he should do regarding his living situation.
The weekend had been amazing for him, and for the first time in years he'd felt not only accepted but at
ease. Being around Kurt's father was still sort of nerve- racking, but the man actually seemed to care about
him. Had even gone out of his way to give his apartment a safety makeover, but was still a complete
anomaly to him in so many ways. Every other fatherly figure in his life had failed him when he'd needed
them most. His father had broken down and turned to alcohol after his mother's death. His grandfather
had always been cold and aloof and then sent him off for someone at Dalton to handle. But Burt was
patient with him, tender even, almost as if he knew what Blaine's worries and concerns were and was
waiting for him to make the moves. It still didn't make the thought of completely giving up his current life
any easier. He might hate living alone in a broken apartment, but it was so much easier than trying to fit
somewhere he wasn't sure he belonged, even if he did feel accepted there.
Blaine shoved his hand into his jacket pocket and clamped his fist around the cool, smooth metal key. It
was the one symbol of hope he'd never thought he'd ever find. He kicked off from the ground again as he
rolled past his building and headed towards the nearby shopping center. With the many meals he'd been
eating at the Hummels he could afford to buy himself something he actually wanted to eat for a change. At
least for now he could. For all he knew, they might change their minds tomorrow, or him and Kurt might
have a fight and that would be it.
As Blaine rolled through the bank parking lot he shook his head roughly to try and get rid of the thought.
Even if he somehow made Kurt hate him, Carole wouldn't give up on him. At least he hoped not. The
memory from a few nights ago made him at least think she wouldn't, but he was almost convinced he'd
been projecting her onto that nurse. It had to be almost impossible for the two women to actual be the
same person. The sudden screeching of a car's brakes locking up made him whip around in alarm as a
little sedan squealed to a stop right next to him.
"What the hell is your problem?" the driver bellowed as he rolled the window down and stuck his head
out. Blaine couldn't decide if he was surprised or not that Noah Puckerman, of all people, had almost run
him over in a bank parking lot. Puck was staring past him at the bank, and Blaine chanced a quick glance
behind him. Why the hell was Puck staring at an ATM like he wanted to rip its throat out?
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"My problem?" Blaine retorted in disbelief. "You're the jackass treating a bank parking lot like a freeway
so you can... drive your car into an ATM?"
Puck glared darkly at him, and Blaine knew he'd guessed right as the other boy slammed his fist down on
the horn. As he clinked his tongue ring against the inside of his front teeth, he caught the expression on
Puck's face. He knew that look in Puck's eyes. The one that said he was fucking done and was ready to
throw himself to the lions if it meant someone would take notice of him for one second, would stop to
care for only a few minutes. He'd been the same way the day he'd landed himself in juvie, maybe even
before that. Completely at the end of his rope and fed up with nobody caring or listening or trying.
Instead of sneering or stepping aside, Blaine kicked up his skateboard and raised an eyebrow at Puck.
"Most people say please when they want something," Blaine called out over the blaring horn.
" Get the fuck outta my way, Anderson," Puck sneered, letting up on the horn. "You've ruined enough
already. Now move."
"No," Blaine said simply. God, what was he even doing? He didn't know anything about Noah Puckerman
expect that he hated him for taking his title of badass at McKinley in a matter of days, and could bench
press twenty pounds more than he could. Juvie on the other hand was something he was intimately
familiar with, and it was the exact place Puck would end up if he tried to do what Blaine thought he was
about to do. He dragged his tongue ring over his teeth again, shivering slightly at the reason he had it the
reason he still kept it. To remind himself of how much worse it could get.
Blaine flopped down onto the hood of Puck's car, feeling the metal cave slightly under his weight as he sat
so that he was facing the windshield. He had half a mind to just jump off and walk away and let Puck do
whatever stupid thing he was about to do. Nobody had ever tried to stop him. Nobody had cared enough
to give him a second thought until it was too late. Maybe Kurt's good influence was starting to rub off on
him, or maybe he just didn't want to watch someone else jump head first into his own situation. He
honestly wasn't sure as he crossed his legs and set his skateboard across his lap.
"Get the hell off my car!"
Blaine ignored the shout and instead waited until he caught and held Puck's gaze. Behind the flashes of
anger Blaine could see doubt, anxiety and desperation. Yeah, he'd definitely been there. "So are you going
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to take the whole thing or just the money inside of it?" he asked flippantly, spinning one of his
skateboard's wheels and trying to appear as disinterested as he thought he should be.
"I swear I'll drive you straight into that thing "
"I'm assuming you want to get caught, since without a mask or something your Mohawk is a dead
giveaway," Blaine quipped at him, glancing down at his board and following the edges of the design on it.
"Taking the whole thing will be your best bet at getting caught."
"What?" Puck demanded, some of his anger disappearing in his confusion. Blaine looked up again to find
Puck's shoulders sagging slightly, his brow lined with confusion instead of anger now.
"Just some friendly help from one juvenile delinquent to another," Blaine said with a small shrug. "If the
mad house is what you're aiming for, that is. Watch out for Shark if he's still there. He likes to rip out
piercings... and give them if you don't have any."
Almost absentmindedly Blaine clinked his tongue ring against his teeth again. The noise seemed to attract
Puck's attention. Puck's gaze was scrutinizing for a few seconds as he eyed Blaine suspiciously, but then
his usual smirk fell into place.
"Oh, bullshit, Anderson," Puck decided after a moment. "A twerp like you would never sur "
Blaine slammed his booted foot down on the hood, his ankle monitor flashing in the weak October
sunlight. "Survive juvie? I was fighting to survive long before juvie, Puck. Don't think for one second you
know my life better than I do and I won't do the same with you."
Puck's expression was stony as Blaine tucked his foot back under his other leg so that he was cross legged
again. For a moment he stared off towards the shopping center, trying to decide what he should say next
or if he should bother trying to say anything at all, but Puck beat him to the punch.
"Get in," Puck told him hoarsely. It was the broken quality to Puck's voice that made him slide off the hood
without a second thought. Normally, he'd hesitate and wait to see some sort of ploy to trick him, but not
right now. Not with someone who looked as lost as he'd been feeling for years. Not with someone who
needed his own Kurt to open his eyes and heart to the world. The locks clipped, and he tugged the door
open and silently dropped into the seat next to Puck.
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For a long time they were both silent, listening to the still running motor make the car hum around them,
and the random car that passed by on the main road.
"Does that really happen?" Puck asked suddenly. "The thing about the piercings."
"Um, yeah," Blaine swallowed thickly and crossed his arms. This was something he'd never told anybody,
not even Kurt. He couldn't even explain to himself why he was telling Puck any of this, but it just felt...
right. Fights and trouble weren't exactly Kurt area of expertise, but Puck had some dealings with it. He'd
have even more if he went to juvie. "They held me down and pierced my tongue the first night. Apparently
they get off on a pretty face with a tongue ring."
Puck nodded jerkily at his words, his hand brushing over the left side of his chest subconsciously,
protectively, as his eyes flashed. "How old were you?"
"Fourteen," Blaine grumbled, watching as another car passed by on the main road. "Wasn't hard for three
guys twice my size to hold me down."
"Did they make you..." Puck trailed off, but Blaine turned to stare at him questioningly and was greeted
with Puck poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue repeatedly. If he hadn't been feeling so odd and
solemn, he would have either been incredibly amused.
"No, the one guy that tried ended up with a slashed face," Blaine said darkly. "I only suck dick when I want
to."
"Like Hummel's," Puck blurted, his tone almost thoughtful, like he was actually contemplating Blaine's sex
life with Kurt. It made Blaine snort and smile despite himself. If nothing else, Puck at least shared his lewd
sense of humor.
"I do more than suck that," Blaine said vaguely. Another heavy silence filled the car, and Blaine clinked his
tongue ring some more as the memories of that night when he was fourteen replayed in his mind. As
terrified as he'd been he'd done his best not to show it, but that had only made him a bigger target than his
looks had.
"Why do you still have it if that's why you got it, man?"
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"To remind myself," Blaine told him before he'd even thought about whether or not he wanted to answer.
"E- every time I want to do something really stupid, I feel it and I remember where I was and how I got it, "
he paused and took a shaky breath. "I don't ever want to go back there. One day in there is enough time to
convince you that everything out here is sunshine and rainbows."
Puck nodded again as they went back to staring out of the windshield. The sun had sunk behind the
shopping center next to the bank already. The assholes at his apartment would be around in an hour at
least, two at most. He'd have to head back now to make sure he missed them, but he couldn't seem to get
his hand unstuck from his armpit to push the door open.
"I wanted to keep her, you know," Puck said suddenly. Even if Blaine had been moving to leave, he would
have frozen at how hoarse, sad, and choked up Puck sounded. "It's like there's no place to move forward to
without her here. When she was here I knew who I wanted to be, but now... "
Something in his brain clicked at Puck's words. It was something he'd only heard in passing, something
he'd seen when Quinn and Santana had tried to rip each other apart in the hallway during the first week of
school. The baby Quinn had had with Puck last year had to be the "she" Puck was talking about right now.
"Doesn't mean you have to ruin yourself," Blaine muttered awkwardly. "People are going to label us
however they want, but maybe there are better things to be than a badass."
Puck laughed humorlessly at his words. "Like what? A super hero?"
Blaine shrugged and fiddled with the button for the window. "Dunno. Happy," he glanced down at the
heavy weight of his ankle monitor. "Free, in... in love."
Puck turned to stare at him hard, and he swallowed. It felt strange to admit something like that out loud,
especially to a guy he'd never said more than five words to until twenty minutes ago. But Puck was on his
level in a way nobody else around here seemed to be, and while he'd never been to juvie and probably
hadn't done anything as terrible as Blaine had, he still got how Blaine was. How he threw up his walls and
did stupid things because he didn't know how else to act or how else to keep himself from hurting. Puck
got what it was like to have to be tougher than you actually were all the time. At least Blaine thought he
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"If you hurt my boy Hummel, you can say goodbye to whipping it out to piss," Puck threatened suddenly,
bluntly. "I'll sack you so hard "
"You'd end up with your balls in your throat if you even tried it," Blaine cut in sharply. He paused for a
moment and then added more quietly, "I never want to hurt Kurt."
"You're... different with him," Puck said, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.
"No," Blaine clarified. "I'm myself with him."
"I was myself with Quinn, I think," Puck paused and then added in a tone that was both thoughtful and
uncertain. "I'm also myself when I drill holes in the walls to the girls locker room, though."
"Drill one in the guys room next to Kurt's locker and I'd be right there with you," Blaine said, smirking
slightly at the other boy's words. Puck was an alright dude. A little rough around the edges like himself, a
little angry and misguided, but with a soft heart he tried to hide and protect.
Puck turned to him with a matching smirk. "I'll think about it, Anderson," he said.
Blaine popped the door open and swung his legs out of the car. "Later, Puck."
"Whatever, dude."
Blaine slammed the door shut as the car lurched away and back out onto the main road. That was without
a doubt the strangest encounter he'd had since he'd ended up in Lima. Everyone else treated him how he'd
expected to be treated. Well, everyone except Kurt's family, but who knew if that would even last. He
glanced at the last few rays of sunlight peaking over the shopping center and decided to skip the ice cream
tonight. If he was lucky he'd manage to make it home before his tormentors showed up.
The night went better than he'd expected it to. Nobody showed up and attempted to harass him through
his front door or to bust it in, and while he didn't sleep as well as he did at Kurt's, it was still much more
restful than any night there had been since the break- in.
Tuesday was a nice change of pace for Blaine as well. It was the first time in weeks that he was actually
awake enough to pay attention in his lessons, and it was even better with Kurt by his side for almost the
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entire day. He knew the other kids were whispering about them, or maybe just about him and how much
he was smiling and holding Kurt's hand in the halls and during their classes together, and how he hadn't
had detention or done anything stupid in almost two weeks, but for now at least, he didn't care. This was
the best he could ever remember feeling, and even if he'd tried, he didn't think he could have held in his
grin whenever Kurt blushed just because he was holding his hand in the halls.
By the time they settled in at their lunch table, however, some of his bubbling happiness had worn off. The
looks and whispers were still directed towards them in the oddly quiet cafeteria, and Blaine found his
temper starting to flare up because of it. In the halls it had been in passing, something he'd barely even
registered, but here he could see all the gazes directed towards them, all the looks and judging eyes. It
wasn't even them as a couple that had attracted the attention, almost every set of eyes was flickering
towards him.
"Ignore them," Kurt whispered next to him, his head held high and a proud gleam in his eyes. "If they can't
understand that what we have "
"It's not us they're talking about," Blaine snapped through gritted teeth. "It's me."
"So they noticed your haircut or something," Kurt said, looking confused at his tone and narrowed eyes,
but his own tone told Blaine that Kurt understood exactly what he'd just said. He just didn't want to admit
it. "Blaine, it doesn't matter "
"It's not my damn haircut," Blaine hissed, and he hated himself for how angry he sounded. He picked up
their laced hands and rested them on the table between their lunch trays. "It's this."
"But you just said "
"I don't do things like this, remember?" Blaine told him sharply, his stomach lurching as the words came
out, as he remembered how he'd been only a month ago. Until now he'd lured a guy in, fucked him raw
once, sometimes a few times if he felt like it, and then he was done. "They think I've gone soft."
The hurt look that flashed across Kurt's face cut right through his heart like a hot knife. Fuck, he hadn't
meant it to hurt Kurt, or to make it sound like he didn't love being with him. He trusted Kurt more than
anyone, put all of his trust in Kurt because nobody else made sense to him or just allowed him to be
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"You... you don't want to be with me?" Kurt's voice was small and trembling, and it plunged the knife right
back into Blaine's chest. The hand he'd been clutching for the majority of the day tried to pull free from his
grip, but he held on tighter and slid an arm around Kurt's waist to stop him from standing up and running.
"Hey, no," Blaine mumbled, his voice strained and apologetic. "I didn't fuck, you know I didn't mean it
that way. Do you really think Sunday afternoon would have happened if I didn't want this?"
As an added measure of reassurance he brought their intertwined hands up to his lips and showered
Kurt's knuckles with several light kisses. Kurt's smile was slightly shy at the gesture, and Blaine couldn't
stop himself from smiling in return.
"Sorry," Kurt said softly. "I know you didn't mean it that way, this is all just so... new to me still. I keep
thinking I'm going to wake up and realize you've just been a very vivid dream or something."
"It's new to me, too, you know," Blaine told him, bending forward to nibble on Kurt's jaw line. "And I'm
sorry. I shouldn't have said it at all. I just... if they start thinking that, they'll start asking questions or try to
get close or whatever. The worse I am, the farther away people stay."
He felt Kurt nod jerkily at his words as he soothed his tongue over the soft skin he'd just been sucking at.
"B- Blaine, we can't do th- this here," Kurt stuttered, shifting on the bench, and unconsciously ending up
moving closer to Blaine's warmth.
"Why not?" Blaine murmured, curling his tongue around the definition of Kurt's jaw line and letting his
warm breath brush over the wet trail. "Have more pressing places to be, Hummel?"
"I need to f- figure out what s- s- song I'm singing for my d- duet," Kurt gasped breathless as he managed
to force the words out, leaning into Blaine's touch as his earlobe was sucked into Blaine's mouth. Despite
himself, Blaine pulled away a few inches. How the hell could someone sing a duet alone? Maybe he'd
misunderstood.
Instead of asking the obvious he said, "Who are you singing with?"
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Kurt's eyes closed briefly as he tried to steady himself from the contact. "Myself, of course," he said evenly
as he opened his eyes and finished his last few bites of pasta. "Everyone else partnered off into their
couples for the most part, and there's no way I'm singing with Puck."
His run- in with Puck yesterday afternoon flickered through his mind. "Puck's all right," he shrugged, and
finished off his milk carton.
"Since when do you even remember who Puck is?" Kurt asked suspiciously.
"I do have a class with him, you know," Blaine said bluntly as the bell rang for the end of their lunch
period. "Right now, actually."
They dumped their trays and Blaine followed Kurt down the hallway to his locker, wrapping his arms
around the other boy's waist and resting his chin on his shoulder as Kurt traded out books.
"It's not right that you have to sing alone," Blaine told him sadly.
"Well, the only boy I want to sing with isn't in Glee Club," Kurt countered, sliding out his math book and
tucking it into his bag.
Blaine shifted uncomfortably, even guiltily at his words. He'd tried out just to get closer to Kurt, to excite
him with that song and make him want Blaine as much as he'd wanted Kurt. Even now, he didn't see the
point in joining up. With his ankle monitor he couldn't very well help at competitions or anything, but the
thought of Kurt singing alone didn't sit well with him either. Kurt deserved every ounce of happiness they
could find in this miserable world.
Kurt's locker snapped shut and he tilted his head against Blaine's. "It's okay that you don't want to join
Glee Club," he said. "Even if you are really good."
Blaine resisted the urge to squirm at his words. Even though he knew Kurt wasn't trying to make him feel
guilty, he still did. For a long moment he stared at the air vents of Kurt's locker and then spoke.
"So if you don't have to figure anything out with a singing partner you should skip on Glee this afternoon,"
Blaine suggested, sliding his hands around to Kurt's hips and pressing his fingers into his flesh
possessively. "You could come over to my place and work on your... high notes."
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He felt the heat of Kurt's blush where their cheeks were touching and chuckled a little. "Nice to know I can
still make you blush."
"Only because you say the most ridiculous things," Kurt remarked as the warning bell rang. "I'll leave Glee
early as a compromise."
"Hmm, you'll be nice and loosened up from practice then," Blaine said slyly, pressing a fleeting kiss to
Kurt's cheek. "See you in a few hours."
He stepped away from the heat of Kurt's body, catching a glimpse of his flushed face and the way his chest
was heaving as he turned back down the hall and headed for the gymnasium. The final bell rang out just as
he shuffled into the locker room.
As Blaine headed to his locker Puck nodded at him. He had to catch himself from glaring and flicking the
other boy off as he remembered yesterday. Him and Puck were... he wasn't entirely sure what they were.
Friends definitely wasn't the word he would use. They understood each other, kindred spirits or some
bullshit like that, but not friends. Finn gave him his usual dopey smile from the opposite row of lockers,
and Blaine nodded in acknowledgement. This was all incredibly bizarre and weird. Friends were as much
of a foreign concept to him as a boyfriend had been two months ago.
The rest of the class was just as odd for him. Puck and Finn joined him at his bench press and it was
horribly distracting to actually have someone spotting for him and to not be alone with his thoughts. The
other Glee boys keep shooting them looks, and as much as he tried to glare at them or see the looks as
something aggressive there was really no way to do it when that Asian guy kept dancing around stupidly
and acting like a mime.
He couldn't bring himself to be nice and smile or anything either, because none of them had asked to sing
with Kurt. Perhaps none of them even wanted to sing with Kurt. It wasn't fair to Kurt that he was left alone
in a duet competition, and as much as he hated the thought of joining up and getting close to anyone else
he knew there was nobody else Kurt would choose to sing with but himself.
Back in the locker room, as the afternoon announcements echoed between the rows of lockers, Blaine
made a quick decision. As the other boys rushed for the halls at the bell, Blaine circled around and
cornered Puck, who usually lagged behind.
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"What's up with this duet competition, Puck?"
Puck rolled his eyes immediately. "Another horrible idea of Schuester's to get us motivated. I'm not doing
it," he informed Blaine. "I don't think your boy wants to sing with me anyway."
"I don't think you two could even manage to agree on a song," Blaine said in acknowledgement. He folded
his arms and leaned against the locker. God, he hated asking people questions like these. Hated feeling like
he was putting himself out there, hated letting other people know that he cared about anything or anyone
but himself. "When's Kurt singing?"
Puck stared at him in bewilderment. "How's he doing a duet by himself?"
"When?" Blaine demanded, and Puck glared at his authoritative tone.
"Probably Thursday," Puck shrugged carelessly as he shouldered his bag. "Why?"
He could definitely arrange something by Thursday. Something simple, but that he was certain Kurt would
know. Kurt wouldn't even realize anything was up until he went to Glee with him and Blaine dragged him
to the front...
"You've got a scheming look going on," Puck said uncertainly, eyeing him suspiciously. "You're about to go
all hopeless romantic on me, aren't you? I never pegged you as the type."
"You never pegged me at all," Blaine retorted sharply. He stared at Puck's curious expression for a few
seconds before he stepped away and headed towards the door. "See you Thursday."
"That's it?" Puck bellowed after him. "Don't I at least get a hint? I thought we were bros now, dude!"
Chuckling at the annoyed voice still echoing after him from the locker room, Blaine left for the parking lot.
Blaine spent the rest of his afternoon tangled up with Kurt in his bed back at his apartment. After a few
hours they finally made their way over to Kurt's house, and Blaine took the time while Kurt was in the
shower to sneak a peek at Kurt's iPod and pick a song. Wednesday followed a similar pattern, with Blaine
spending lunch in the choir room under the pretence of [...] figuring out the piano chords and then
finalizing things that night after they left his place and went to Kurt's.
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When he woke up in Kurt's living room on Thursday morning it felt like he'd swallowed a bag of bouncy
balls. Despite the fact that Carole and Burt, and even Finn, had seen him play and sing softly to himself last
night and Tuesday, they luckily hadn't mentioned it. He had the sneaking suspicion that Finn had figured
out what he was up to, probably with help from Puck, and he had made sure the adults stayed tight- lipped
about it.
If Kurt noticed how jittery he was, he didn't comment on it throughout the day. There were a lot more soft
touches and glances than they typically exchanged, but nothing beyond that. As the bell ending their lunch
period rang they shuffled off towards Kurt's locker before parting.
"I'll see you in Glee," Blaine said nervously, and, god, he hoped he didn't sound as nervous and transparent
as he thought he did. Kurt totally saw what he was planning, didn't he? He was so on to his surprise that it
was amazing he hadn't tried to stop him from doing it already.
But Kurt's eyebrows knitted together in obvious confusion at his statement. "You're coming to Glee Club
today?" There was both hope and uncertainty hidden in his words and Blaine shrugged a little, feeling
ridiculously bashful. God, how the hell was he ever going to sing this song with Kurt in front of everyone?
He let his facade slip into place a little bit and murmured against Kurt's cheek, "Of course, babe. I'd never
miss a chance to watch you attempt vocal masturbation."
"Oh my god. Have you been talking to Santana, too?"
"What do you mean 'too'?"
"Finn said you seemed cool with Puck now," Kurt said slowly. "Hell, you said he was 'all right'."
The warning bell rang as Kurt closed his locker. His eyes were oddly bright in a way Blaine was entirely
unfamiliar with. "I'll see you after class," he said happily, and really, Blaine swore he was almost gushing.
It make his whole body tingle, because he'd done that. He'd made Kurt happy. In another two hours he
might make Kurt the happiest he'd ever been.
His last class dragged by at a torturously slow pace. Once again Finn and Puck worked out with him, but
this time the rest of the Glee guys joined in at the bench next to them. As much as he wanted to sneer and
be a bastard, it was a great distraction from how nervous he was feeling. By the end of the hour he'd
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almost mastered their names and had had to force down his laughter at Sam's James Earl Jones
impression. He shouldn't want to laugh with them or even remember their names, yet he'd done it without
even thinking about it. He was getting entirely to comfortable now, and the thought that he was letting his
guard down, letting people in, still scared him. But then he thought of Kurt and how much he'd struggled
to let him in, and how glad he was that he finally had.
He lingered behind again and ended up walking with Puck towards the choir room.
"God, you're so damn nervous I feel like I'm going to drown in your sweat, dude," Puck said flatly, shoving
his shoulder in an attempt to lighten the mood. Or make him smile or punch him or something. Hell, if
Blaine knew how these types of interactions worked. Kurt was already waiting in the choir room with
Mercedes and Rachel, who both squealed at the sight of him.
"Hello, Blaine," Rachel said immediately and Blaine took a step back in alarm as she continued what
seemed to be a prepared welcome speech. "It's so good to have another voice to sing back up for me. Just
so you know, I've got two gay dads so I am totally okay with you and Kurt. Now, I've already got our
sectional songs selected which all feature me heavily on lead v "
"God, you're like a wind up doll on an endless loop," Blaine cut in, curling his lips slightly as he stared
down at her.
"Blaine," Kurt warned half- heartedly as he tugged Blaine down into the seat next to him. As Blaine
glanced around uncomfortably he noticed that everyone was watching him and Kurt. But it was in a
different way than how the rest of the school looked at them. It was almost fond, even excited and thrilled,
and it made him even more uneasy than the judgmental looks. At least he understood why they got those,
even if he didn't like them. But people looking happy that he and another boy were sitting in a choir room
holding hands was something brand new to him.
Before he had time to over-think or pull away and leave or do something stupid that he'd end up
regretting, Mr. Schuester strolled in.
"All right, guys! Who's up first today?"
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Blaine felt Kurt's hand start to slip out of his and he clutched it tighter as he took a steadying breath. It was
now or never. If he didn't speak up now he'd never have the courage to bare his heart and soul like this
ever again.
Ignoring the odd look Kurt gave him as he held the other boy's hand in place he said, "Kurt and me are
going."
Mr. Schuester visibly blanked at his voice, and looked shocked at his presence in his choir room after
weeks of never coming back. "Blaine, welcome back!" he turned to Kurt and eyed him in surprise, letting
his gaze rest on their linked hands for a moment before he spoke. "As long as the song's more appropriate
this time, then go ahead, guys."
He felt Kurt shrug helplessly next to him as an answer to Mr. Schuester's hidden question as he pulled
Kurt to his feet.
"Blaine, what are you doing?" Kurt whispered urgently. "I'm singing by myself. We haven't prepared
anything at all "
"You know it," Blaine told him reassuringly as Kurt continued to fret under his breath. He stepped closer
to Kurt and took him by the elbows, very aware of the dozen pairs of eyes watching their every move. God,
it was unnerving. It was like he was being dissected alive in front of an audience on national television.
And he was almost positive they could all see how he felt about the boy in front of him, and the thought
was terrifying in a way that made him want to clam up and never trust another person ever again. But
then Kurt's gaze settled on him, full of trust and wonder and a calm happiness that made him certain of
only one thing. He would do anything to make Kurt as happy as he deserved to be, no matter how
awkward and scary it was for himself.
"Over here," Blaine said, directing him to the piano and settling down on the bench behind it. Slowly, Kurt
dropped down next to him and watched him poise his fingers over the ivory keys. "This is for all the the
things I haven't known how to say without ending up being an asshole or sounding like a babbling idiot."
"Blaine, " Kurt said in anguish. "You aren't "
"Sing with me?" he asked simply, almost shyly and, fuck, he hated that feeling even worse. The way his
stomach swooped at how nervous and bashful and exposed this made him feel. He almost felt like he was
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pleading with Kurt, and the thought that maybe he'd been wrong, that maybe Kurt didn't want to sing with
him
"Okay," Kurt said softly, sliding an arm around his waist and sliding closer on the bench. "You better hope
I know this song as well as you think I do."
A smile tugged at his lips before he could stop it and he dropped his fingers to the keys and started the
piano introduction. Kurt breathed in sharply after the first measure, and he risked a glance over at him to
see his eyes shining brightly and welling up with tears. Kurt mouthed his name, and just stared at him
adoringly as he began to sing. As long as Kurt was looking at him like that it didn't matter if anyone else
was in the room or even smacking him upside the head. Everything outside of the beautiful boy in front of
him turned into a blurred haze as he focused in on the only thing he considered important.
"You've been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it's taken me so long
To let my doubts go
You're the only one that I want"
He turned his head to look at Kurt, and his heart started battering against his ribcage at the radiant smile
Kurt was directing at him. For once he'd done something right, and not only with his song choice. He'd
picked Kurt to share himself with, and the other man was more than he'd ever been able to imagine.
"I don't know why I'm scared cause I've been here before"
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Kurt's finger pressed against his lips quickly as he took over singing, and Blaine was so grateful for it. His
voice had started cracking with the emotions that were swirling through him at the love and affection
Kurt's eyes held for him.
"Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all
You'll never know, if you never try
to forgive your past, and simply be mine"
Blaine quickly released the notes for the rest, and tried to re- gain control of his voice to join Kurt for the
chorus. It wasn't easy when he was being looked at like that and getting choked up and feeling like he'd
been dumped into a sea of emotions that he'd been fighting at and trying to understand and control and
forget for ages. He'd let Kurt into his heart, had even let Kurt know the truth, but letting the rest of the
world see it, letting himself be the boy Kurt saw with everyone else was almost too overwhelming after
these past few weeks together.
"I dare you to me be your, your one and only
Promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts"
Kurt's voice had faded out before the last line and Blaine took a shaky breath as Kurt took the second
verse, a hand cupping his cheek so that Blaine couldn't look away from Kurt's gaze even if he'd wanted to.
With Kurt staring right into his eyes and singing right at him he could barely focus on what his hands were
doing and he was almost positive that he missed some notes or hit the wrong chords a few times, but he
couldn't bring himself to care. After another steady breath he took the second half.
"Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
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And have you tell me whichever road I choose you'll go"
Kurt took over again, twirling a finger around one of his curls as he sang and he grinned at him, feeling a
blush rise to his cheeks at how good it felt to feel this free, this open and alive in a way he'd sworn to
never let himself be again. Blaine let his eyes drift shut as he sang the chorus again with Kurt, finally
getting to the one section he'd been uncertain about. There were two parts but he honestly had no way of
knowing which Kurt would choose to sing, or even which part he wanted to sing.
Kurt's forehead brushed against his and before he could decide to start singing the first part, Kurt's soft,
beautiful voice trickled into his ears and wrapped around him.
"I know it ain't easy giving up your heart"
His chest constricted at the force behind those words, the understanding that he'd been hoping Kurt
would pick up from it. He echoed after Kurt, following his lead as he let his eyes flicker open so that his
vision was filled with sparkling blue eyes.
"Nobody's perfect, trust me I've learned it"
Blaine was lost in the piano melody and the way their voices mixed and bled together from that moment
until Kurt's hands captured his over the keys and made him still and stop playing. Kurt leaned into him
and brushed their lips together slowly, pulling back enough to whisper words he'd never realized he
needed to hear until they'd been said.
"You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, Blaine," Kurt murmured for only him to hear. The
words stirred something in his brain, like perhaps his mother or father had said it at some point before
they'd fallen apart, but it was lost to the years he'd spent without them. Kurt leaned back in to kiss him
more firmly, and Blaine returned it eagerly, letting his tongue trace over Kurt's lips for a moment and
someone wolf whistled behind them.
"Get it, Anderson!" Puck whooped loudly, flashing them a thumbs up as they broke apart.
Blaine glanced around at the rest of the club, taking in the misty eyed girls, Tina sobbing into Mike's
shoulder, and the boys all looking both impressed and understanding. It was a weird feeling for him,
seeing all of these people who looked like they wanted him around, like they didn't think he was some
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troublesome, idiotic kid who fucked around and did stupid shit just because he could. The thought of
making friends hadn't crossed his mind in years, but he'd never thought he'd want a boyfriend either. He
smiled at Kurt as they stood up and returned to their seats. Maybe this Glee Club thing wasn't a bad idea
after all. Maybe it was finally safe to let himself enjoy life again.

Even when Kurt woke up in his bed on Friday morning he still felt like he was soaring. An untamable smile
pealed back his lips from the moment he woke up and remembered Glee Club from the day before until he
headed into his bathroom to get ready for school. The first thing he noticed, and it only made him smile
wider, was Blaine's toothbrush, razor, and shaving gel set up on the counter next to his moisturizing
bottles.
Little pieces of Blaine's life had slowly been accumulating in their house since the previous weekend,
especially now that him and Blaine were coming back here for dinner every night. There was an extra,
fluffy blue towel hung on the back of his bathroom door, a smaller hand towel draped over the edge of the
sink, an Italian textbook and Calculus textbook both left on his desk from Wednesday night, and a
collection of dirty clothes in his hamper that most definitely weren't his.
There were moments when Blaine was still the boy he'd first meant, including last night at dinner when
Burt had mentioned taking down the extra mattress in the attic and setting it up in his office this coming
weekend. As soon as the word "coming" had left Burt's mouth, Blaine had latched onto it and started in on
a lewd tangent about charging entry to the room that would be his "bang house", insisting that he'd give
Kurt a discount rate on a monthly pass. Kurt had blushed furiously at the comment, more so because of
what they'd just been doing at Blaine's apartment the hour before, than the implications of future
happenings.
His father had glared at Blaine and reprimanded him, and Blaine had snapped right back with his usual
hostile sass. For a moment Kurt had worried that his father had gone too far too soon with scolding and
punishments, but as soon as Blaine had finished, he looked guilty about his words. A quickly mumbled
apology followed, and while Burt still looked slightly perturbed, he let it go.
After almost an hour in the bathroom, Kurt put the finishing touches on his hair and headed upstairs to
wake Blaine up. It was shocking to him how easily Blaine had fallen into his morning routines, and how,
for the most part, Blaine was slowly acclimating himself to his family. It wasn't a perfect fit by any means,
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especially with how last night had gone (and the many more nights like it that Kurt kept imagining), but
everyone was trying to make this work, and Kurt was certain it would, given enough time and patience.
Blaine was stretched out on the couch and drooling slightly when he entered the living room. Carole
greeted him in passing, kissing him on the cheek and telling him that breakfast was done and that she'd
see him tonight before she headed out to work. From inside the kitchen Kurt could hear his father and
Finn's muffled voices as he woke Blaine up with his customary kiss and nuzzle. It took him a good ten
minutes to get Blaine awake and head down to his bathroom to get ready before he settled into eating
breakfast with Finn and his father.
The usual shuffle to eat and make sure they had all their books and assignments wasn't quite as hazardous
as it had been the past few mornings now that Blaine was starting to fall into the mix. He let Finn drive
them to Rachel's to pick her up and then school so that he could sit in the back-seat with Blaine. With
Rachel in the car Blaine was very stiff in his embrace, but Kurt figured that had more to do with her
constant babbling about their duet yesterday than the fact that Kurt had his arm around him.
" and your voices blend beautifully together "
"Our come blends quite nicely, too," Blaine told her bluntly as they pulled into the student parking lot.
"Sometimes we even take little paintbrushes and paint patterns on the sheets."
Rachel turned to gap at Blaine, who jumped out of the car the moment Finn pulled into a parking space.
Kurt followed after him quickly, finally catching up in the stairwell.
That was a lie," Kurt said as he linked his arm through Blaine's. "There's a dozen condoms in your trash
can and clean sheets on your bed as evidence."
"And enough that dries on your stomach every afternoon," Blaine countered with a smirk, eyes flickering
down to Kurt's waistline.
"As I recall, most of that mess has been your doing," Kurt said pointedly, letting his own gaze shift down
Blaine's body. A cocky smile greeted his stare, and Blaine pressed his body closer until Kurt found himself
pinned against the wall behind the staircase.
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"It wasn't last night," Blaine purred, nipping roughly at his earlobe and rubbing his hands over Kurt's hips.
"I fucked you breathless for hours yesterday."
Kurt shuddered slightly at the memory as Blaine shifted closer and started sucking on his neck. He glanced
around briefly to see that the stairwell was empty and then let out the moan lodged in his throat. Of
course he remembered that. There was nothing that could ever make him forget anything they'd done
together, especially during the last week. With another moan, Kurt rocked his hips back against Blaine's,
only to be pressed more firmly against the concrete wall. Blaine's fingers brushed over his hardening cock
for a moment and then with a soft, lingering kiss Blaine backed away, his eyes dark and fiery, but alight
with some teasing promise Kurt couldn't wait to be kept.
"Save that," Blaine said when Kurt jerked his hips forward against Blaine's palm again, "for later when I'm
holding you down and fucking myself on you."
"Blaine, you tease," Kurt growled as Blaine took a few steps back and smiled wolfishly at him.
"Consider it sufficient revenge for the weeks of torture I suffered while you insisted on remaining a little
virgin queen," Blaine retorted. "You only have to wait until two."
"No, I've got to make up that French quiz I missed when we left early last week," Kurt told him angrily,
huffing in annoyance as Blaine set off down the hallway towards his locker. Kurt followed after him,
stopping to watch Blaine pick the lock on it for a moment as he waited for a reply.
"Well there's two options for that," Blaine said thoughtfully, and the seductive twinkle in his eyes made
Kurt's stomach swoop as heat started pooling in it again. "I could come encourage you," Blaine said in a
low voice. "I bet you'd love having me suck you off under your desk..."
"Not with a teacher in the room," Kurt scolded, even though another shot of arousal had pulsed through
him at Blaine's words.
"Or," Blaine continued as though Kurt hadn't interrupted. "I'll just have to spend an hour by myself getting
ready to ride your dick. Stretching myself out so that the moment you get there I can push you down onto
the bed and fuck you."
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Kurt was almost positive his heart had burst straight through his ribcage at his boyfriend's words. There
were probably little pieces of it fluttering through the air all around him, but he couldn't get his gaze to
stray from Blaine's lustful eyes.
Blaine gave him a mocking, thoughtful look as he closed his locker. "As much as I like putting on a show, I
think I'm going to go with the second option," Blaine decided, shooting him a shameless grin. "As much as
I love getting to taste you, I love it a lot more when you come in my ass."
Completely flustered and hard now, Kurt could only stare after Blaine as the other boy headed towards
their first period class. It'd been a while since he'd seen this side of Blaine, everything around them had
been so raw and new for Blaine since the break- in, but it was clear to Kurt that Blaine was definitely
starting to get comfortable with the situation. God, he suddenly remembered why he used to hate Blaine.
And it had everything to do with how much his cock was aching to be inside Blaine's body right now.
The rest of his day was a terrible blur. English consisted of Blaine's hands randomly reaching out and
brushing along his back, or lightly walking his fingers up Kurt's spine until Kurt was shivering and biting
his lip to hold back his panting moans. Fortunately he had two classes without Blaine after that to give
himself some cool down time, but while Blaine was no longer present, his own mind seemed to have
turned against him. By the time he settled down in Chemistry for their test that afternoon he was half-
hard again and unable to keep his eyes from darting to where Blaine was reclining in his desk chair and
doing obscene things that involved his pen and his mouth.
At the end of class he was almost positive he'd failed the exam and he didn't even have a chance to corner
Blaine and drag him off somewhere for anything since the other boy darted from the room and
disappeared. Heart thumping wildly, Kurt raced downstairs to his French class and impatiently waited for
his teacher to arrive. God, if he had to wait even longer to have Blaine pressing him down into the
mattress because she was too busy walking slowly in the hallways or whatever, he was going to scream.
And not the kind of screaming he wanted to be doing right now.
Madame Bellemont finally arrived at half past two, their agreed upon meeting time, but Kurt was still
furious at her for being prompt. He rushed through the quiz, grateful that this subject at least he could
breeze through and pass without much thought or studying. The oral part of the quiz, however, took a lot
longer, because while he rattled on in French like a Frenchman straight from Paris, or so he thought,
Madame Bellemont couldn't keep up with how fast he was talking. After he repeated his answers a dozen
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times, he was free to go and he rushed off to Blaine's, parking haphazardly and flat out running over to
Blaine's door and using his key to unlock it.
As Kurt flung the door open he was glad he caught the edge of it and slammed it closed as he stepped into
the room, because Blaine was pressed against him instantly, slamming him backwards against the closed
door and moaning in longing.
"God, could have taken any longer?" Blaine demanded, his panting breaths brushing over Kurt's throat as
he started violently tugging at Kurt's sweater. At this point Kurt didn't even care if the damn thing ripped,
he just wanted to feel Blaine's skin against his, to feel the heat of Blaine's body pressing him down into the
mattress. That was one thing Kurt had learned in the past week, whether it meant that Blaine was fucking
him so hard that he had to press his hands against the wall to stop his head from hitting it as he slid up the
bed, or if Blaine's firm ass was slapping down against the top of his thighs, he loved have the warm weight
of Blaine's body on top of him.
"I'm been hard all day thanks to you, consider it revenge," Kurt managed to gasp out as Blaine tugged him
towards the bed. And that's when he realized that Blaine was already naked and hard. "Fuck, Blaine."
Blaine pushed him down onto the bed, yanking his boots and belt off him as Kurt fumbled with his
sweater and shirt and tossed them across the room. "Very funny, Hummel," Blaine bit back, finishing the
last word with a sharp nip on Kurt's collarbone. "You better still be hard for me."
As Blaine's hands unbuttoned his jeans and started shoving them down, Kurt tugged Blaine down on top
of him and slammed their mouths together. "Only for you," he whispered against Blaine's lips, lifting his
hips to help Blaine free his erection and legs. Blaine pulled away to follow his jeans and underwear down
his legs and Kurt whimpered brokenly as they were tossed across the room and Blaine settled down in his
lap. He thrust his hips up against Blaine, who bent his torso and shoved him hard down into the mattress.
Kurt tangled his hands into Blaine's curls as their mouths connected again, teeth clanking and short,
panting breaths brushing over each other's lips. He heard the familiar sound of a condom package being
ripped open and then Blaine's mouth pulled away again and he cried out in frustration. At least until
Blaine's hand was sliding the condom down his cock and stroking him slowly. Kurt propped himself up on
his elbows and watched Blaine fist his cock for a few moments, slowly thrusting his hips up into the tight
grip. Blaine fumbled for the bottle of lube Kurt hadn't even noticed on the bed and dripped some onto the
tip of Kurt's cock, his fingers stroking over him and spreading it down his length.
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Blaine straddled his hips again, sucking softly at a spot along his sternum. "I'm already ready for you,
baby," Blaine murmured, dragging his tongue up Kurt's chest and scraping his teeth over Kurt's
collarbone.
With a loud groan, Kurt grabbed Blaine by the hips and helped him rise up enough to align himself with
the blunt tip of Kurt's cock. Blaine moaned above him, his head thrown back and eyes closed as he sunk
down onto Kurt's cock. Kurt's hips bucked as soon as he felt the tight clench of Blaine's muscles around
him and he felt himself slid completely into Blaine.
"Lie back," Blaine commanded slowly, and Kurt let his elbows slip out from under him as Blaine's hands
grabbed his shoulders and held him down. He let his hands settle on Blaine's hips, feeling Blaine shift
slightly as he adjusted to the stretch. Blaine slowly lifted himself up, pressing his knees into the bed and
using his hands on Kurt's shoulder to balance himself as he slammed his hips back down.
Kurt moaned loudly as Blaine started up a fast, hard pace, digging his fingers into Blaine's ass and making
his hips roll just slightly every time he sunk back down. Blaine curled himself over Kurt's body, gyrating
his hips faster until the wet sounds of their flesh slapping together echoed around the room.
"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine grunted, tangling one of his hands into Kurt's hair as he pressed his face against Kurt's
neck. "I'm so close already."
God, Kurt loved everything about this. Loved the feeling of Blaine around him and above him and against
his sweaty body as they moved together. Nothing compared to how incredible he felt when Blaine started
to curl his upper body over him, and the movement of his hips started to become jerky and sporadic. His
entire body pulsed and trembled whenever Blaine tangled one hand into his hair and slid the other under
his back, his panting, desperate breaths cooling the sweat beading on Kurt's neck. He loved this feeling of
Blaine letting go and losing himself as he pushed himself closer to the edge, as Blaine lost control of his
pace and movements and Kurt started to thrust up into Blaine's heat, sliding a hand between them to
stroke Blaine's cock.
Blaine shouted against his skin, rolling his hips backwards as Kurt bucked beneath him. "Harder, Kurt," he
panted against Kurt's neck. "Please, harder."
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And even though his stomach was coiling tightly and his balls were tightening up as he started to come,
Kurt obeyed. He smacked his hips up hard, feeling his balls slap against Blaine's ass and then he was
coming, shouting loudly as Blaine clenched up around his cock and bit down on his shoulder.
The warm, heat of Blaine's come dribbled over his fist and onto his stomach as Blaine collapsed on top of
him. And as much as he loved having sex with Blaine, these moments right after while they were both still
winded and panting as their pleasure hummed through their bodies were blissfully breathtaking.
Kurt loved the intimacy of these first few moments after the soft brush of Blaine's nose against his
throat, the gentle humming murmur of Blaine's voice. He'd never been more calm, or at home, or loved
than he was then. It was right. It was so easy and natural the way their love settled strong and unwavering
in his chest. The same way Blaine's body relaxed into his embrace.
These were the moments when he saw and felt Blaine at his simplest. The way nobody else had ever seen
or felt him the man even Blaine couldn't yet fathom himself to be.
Even when the sweat and come started to dry between their chests, he couldn't bear to pull away because
he knew to cherish how tightly their love gripped his chest and pulsed through him . That regardless of
how dirty Blaine talked or how hard he fucked him that those moments after were real in a way that
nothing else in his life had ever been. There would never be another experience in his life as personal,
intimate or powerful as what him and Blaine shared together.
Blaine slowly rolled off his chest and onto his back, his eyes closed as he breathed in deeply. Kurt turned
to watch him for a moment, smiling at the way his long eyelashes fluttered and the corner of his mouth
crooked up in a little smile. He rolled onto his side and pressed a gentle kiss to Blaine's shoulder, feeling
Blaine's arms pull him closer.
He sighed and nuzzled his cheek against Blaine's chest, feeling the little, dark hairs brush again him.
"You're getting so hairy," Kurt told him quietly, and Blaine pushed himself onto his elbows and glared at
him. Kurt grinned and laughed at how offended he looked. "I think it's nice," he assured Blaine, who still
glared at him.
"I'm going to turn into one of those fur rugs people put in front of their fireplaces," Blaine said forlornly.
"At least you'll finally have a job then?"
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"Shut up," Blaine growled, and he suddenly sprung into action, rolling over and pinning Kurt beneath him,
his fingers wiggling against Kurt's ribs. Kurt gasped and tried to pull away as the howl of laughter forming
in his chest exploded out of his mouth.
"B- B- Blaine, stop!" he gasped out between shouts of laughter. He tried to wrestle free for a few moments,
but Blaine's body had sufficiently pinned him down. Maybe next year he'd take that weight lifting class,
too. Then Blaine wouldn't be so much stronger than himself even though Kurt was bigger.
Blaine's fingers paused, and he bent his head and sucked softly on his lower lip. "What will you give me if I
stop?" he asked sultrily.
When Kurt took too long to answer Blaine started tickling him again, and he was laughing and trying to
roll away until something hard and cold brushed against his calf. He hissed loudly at the cold metal of
Blaine's ankle monitor even though he tried not to, but the damage was done. Blaine had frozen above
him, his hands gripping Kurt's sides as he pushed himself up and turned around to sit facing away from
Kurt.
It wasn't the first time this had happened over the course of this past week. Usually Blaine apologized and
sunk down into his arms and refused to answer any of his questions or talk about it or do anything that
didn't involve them being physical with each other.
Kurt sat up slowly and scooted in behind Blaine, watching the other boy pluck at a loose thread on one of
the blankets. He knew Blaine was avoiding this subject, and would probably continue to do so for a while.
Blaine's past was the last real barrier between them now, the last thing that kept him closed off and safe
within himself.
"I know you want to tell me, even if you don't know how to yet," Kurt said after a moment, instead of the
same question he'd asked every afternoon for the past three days. He dropped his chin onto Blaine's
shoulder, and wrapped the other boy up in his arms. Blaine's shoulder blades relaxed against his chest as
he leaned back into his embrace.
"I... I want to share myself with you, all of myself. It's just hard to... to talk about it."
"You don't have to, Blaine," Kurt said quickly. He almost wished he hadn't brought up the ankle monitor or
everything he didn't know about Blaine, but he couldn't stop himself from wondering, from hoping that
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once he knew he could at least try to understand and be there for Blaine. "I won't push you, no matter how
much I want to know. Besides," he added with a flirty smile, "the mystery around you is part of the
attraction."
Blaine relaxed against his chest some more and laughed softly. "Sometimes," Blaine murmured in his ear,
"I think it's impossible to be as in love as I am with you."
Kurt's heart jolted in his chest at Blaine's words. "Talk to me when you're ready," he whispered in return.
"I'll wait."
I wasn't ready for anything until I met you, I think," Blaine replied softly. He tilted his head to the side and
brushed his nose against Kurt's. "I'm still not sure I am, but... I trust you. I trust you completely."
Something heavy and warm seemed to drop into his stomach at Blaine's words, and while he'd been
thrilled when Blaine had admitted to caring about him and then loving him, this was something so much
more important to him. As far as he knew, Blaine had trusted nobody since his mother had died, had had
nobody worth trusting since the age of six. It was big step for Blaine, and Kurt was just glad he was the one
Blaine was taking it with.
Blaine sat up a little straight in his arms and took a deep, steadying breath, clasping Kurt's hands where
they were resting around Blaine's waist.
"She killed herself, you know," Blaine began softly and Kurt's heart turned to ice in his chest. "A... a lot of
shit happened that year and she got really depressed. The meds they gave her weren't the right amount
and they drove her nuts." Kurt swallowed thickly, feeling the pressure already starting to build behind his
eyes at the thought. He tightened his arms around Blaine's body as Blaine continued to talk quietly. "My
grandfather sued the piss out of the pharmacy. They were out of business, like, six months later or
something. I dunno."
When Blaine didn't speak for a few moments Kurt kissed him softly on the cheek. "I'm so sorry, Blaine,"
Kurt said sadly. "I "
"I found her," Blaine cut him off, the words tumbling out of him in a rush. "All covered in blood and cold.
He was supposed to be home. He should have been there to stop her, and then all he did was drink after. I
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spent the summer with my grandparents so he could get his shit straight and instead of him doing that he
knocked some stupid woman up and sent her to pick me up after he married her."
Kurt flinched slightly at how angry Blaine sounded all of a sudden, how fierce his voice was and how tense
he was becoming in his arms. Even without asking he knew who Blaine was talking about. There was
really only one person who made sense to fill that spot: Blaine's father.
"Your grandparents had to have known he was still... that he wasn't stable," Kurt put in, but he knew the
thought was just wishful thinking. If they'd known they obviously hadn't cared.
"They talked to her more than him once she came around," Blaine spat bitterly. "And obviously if he was
getting remarried to a nice, put together young woman it'd be fine for me to return. So she came to pick
me up even though I had no idea who she was."
Kurt shivered at the image Blaine's words created in his mind, trying to imagine some new lady coming
into his father's life after his mother had died. But the only woman he could picture was Carole, and he
adored her. He'd known her before she'd even met Burt. There was no way he could picture his six year
old self being left with either of his grandparents and then his father or them allowing some strange lady
to pick him up.
"He was never there when he needed to be," Blaine spat angrily. "I hated him for years. And then the
assholes at my middle school started trying to beat the shit out of me all the time because everyone there
knew my father was just a stupid drunk and that she was dead and that I was gay," Blaine twisted in his
arms, pulling away and running a hand through his dark curls. "I took another boy to our school dance
that year, and they beat me so badly I was in the hospital for a week."
Blaine turned back to him, raising his arm to reveal the scar along his ribs that he'd never mentioned
before. The one Kurt had spent countless hours wondering about, but had never brought up because he
feared Blaine's reaction. "Metal pipe to the chest eight times. Broke two of my ribs so badly they
punctured my lung."
Kurt trembled as the horror of the situation consumed his mind. He'd been tossed in dumpsters and had
his head shoved into a toilet, even had half a dozen slushies tossed in his face one day, but nobody had
ever hit him. They'd all been too afraid to leave any damaging physical evidence of their violence. Blaine
lowered his arm back to his side and turned away again. Hot tears were forming in Kurt's eyes and he
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couldn't even imagine how Blaine was getting through this story without hitting something or sobbing
himself hoarse. He didn't understand how it was possible for Blaine to be able to just spit all of this out
without breaking down on him.
"Once I got better, I let them have it," Blaine said quietly, his eyes fixed on the blanket covering his lap.
"One of their dads was some big fancy lawyer like my grandfather so he got them off from the charges. I
was just..." Blaine dug his hands into his hair, fingers scraping over his scalp as Kurt tried to ease him back
into his arms, but Blaine yanked himself away from his grasp. "I was so fucking done. Nobody cared.
Nobody even stopped to listen unless I punched some kid in my class or started fires in the trash cans in
the bathrooms or stole things. I got them to chase me into the new construction site near the school and..."
Blaine's voice faded away and he slouched down slightly.
Kurt's heart was thumping wildly in his throat, a few tears still glistening in his eyes as he finally found the
courage to slide forward and pull Blaine back into his arms. Blaine put up a slight struggle to the embrace,
but relented after a few moments. He knew what Blaine was about to tell him the assault and battery
charge that he'd mentioned so long ago as a reason for his stint in juvie but that didn't make it any easier
to imagine. Nothing of what Blaine had just told him was easy to swallow and accept, but this was
Blaine's life. And had been his life for years. But he wasn't going to be alone in this anymore. Not with Kurt
there.
Blaine cringed as Kurt held him tighter, but Kurt refused to let him go. "Shhh," Kurt murmured softly. "I
love you. Nothing you say right now is going to change that, Blaine."
"I... I took a two by four from one of the stacks and broke the first one's legs," Blaine said hollowly, almost
as though just saying the words was transporting him back to that afternoon three years ago. "Broke the
second one's nose and arm, and bruised his balls. T- the third guy, um..." Blaine paused for so long Kurt
almost thought he wasn't going to continue talking at all, but then Blaine shook his head slightly, and the
anger returned to his voice. "He's the one who beat the shit out of me that night. The other two just held
my arms against the wall. I just kept hitting him," Blaine admitted, his body shaking against Kurt's chest as
the words spilled from his lips. "Anywhere, everywhere I could reach and when I realized he wasn't
moving I ran for it. They came and took me away the next morning," Blaine finished. "There was a trial for
it and all, but without my grandfather to plead my case... "
"Why why wasn't he there?" Kurt asked before he could stop himself. Even to his own ears it sounded
more like a demand. He knew Blaine's grandfather had turned on him this past summer when he'd found
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out he was gay, but that meant he wouldn't have known when this had happened. Yet he'd done nothing to
help his grandson. Anger bubbled up in his chest at the thought of Cameron Anderson. He'd already had
enough of a reason to hate the man for what he'd done, but this...
"My father and him had a falling out a few years before that," Blaine said with a careless shrug. "He wasn't
part of my life again until he gained custody. He wouldn't have cared anyway. I'd have had to tell him I was
gay for him to stand any chance of getting the charges dropped, and he would have dropped me without a
second thought as soon as he knew."
Furious at Blaine's words, at how sure he sounded and just how easily he let something like that go, Kurt
gritted his teeth and let Blaine relax against his chest.
"They took me to juvie not long after," Blaine said quietly. "My... my dad was crying when he last saw me
on the way in. Like he'd finally come to his sense eight years too late. I'll... I'll never forget it, Kurt," Blaine
whispered brokenly. "He kept apologizing and he was sober and told me he was going to do whatever it
took to get me out of there and make things right and I just... I looked at him. The last thing I ever said to
him was that I wish he'd never had me."
Blaine sniffled a bit, and the sound surprised Kurt so much he jerked a little bit.
"And then my grandfather got custody after he died and pulled some deal to get me out of there and into
Dalton," Blaine added as an afterthought, it seemed. His voice was dull and cracking and so lifeless that
Kurt's whole body ached at the sound of it. "The ankle monitor was part of the deal. He paid for it upfront
for eighteen months and had a driver take me to Dalton. He had the location radius changed once he
dumped me here.
"I didn't see him at all from the time I was locked up until I got expelled from Dalton. I haven't seen my
my sister in almost three years," Blaine said, and if Kurt hadn't been holding him so tightly at this point, he
wouldn't have felt him trembling or noticed the tears glistening in his eyes as he struggled to continue
speaking. "And all I could think about when he dropped me off here in May was how much I wanted my
Mamma here. Or my Daddy. Either of them the way they used to be, you know?" Tears here silently
coursing down Blaine's cheeks as he started to shake violently in Kurt's arms. "I just wanted him there to
tell me he loves me and that it didn't matter if I wanted to kiss boys instead of girls, Kurt," Blaine
hiccupped and Kurt felt his own tears starting to fall as his throat constricted. "I just want them both here
now to see how wonderful it is that I can love you. I don't want my sister to hate me or forget me because
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of my grandfather. I just want to take back everything that happened, so maybe my Daddy can love me the
way he did when Mamma was alive, but I can't. He's dead. They're dead, and all I want is for them to tuck
me in and kiss me goodnight."
As the first sob broke past Blaine's lips, Kurt hugged him tighter and eased them backwards into the
pillows until they were snuggled up together. He held Blaine for a long time, listening to the shaky sobs
and gasping breaths racking the other boy's body as they laid there. When Blaine finally fell asleep, Kurt
wiped his nose on the edge of one of the blankets and then wrapped himself around Blaine, never wanting
to let him go.
The enormity of Blaine's past settled on him like a pile of rubble. He'd imagined quite a few scenarios to
fill in the gaping holes, but nothing his imagination had come up with could have prepared him for
anything he'd just heard. Blaine was so... he didn't want to say broken, because Blaine was perfect to him
just as he was. Angry, lost, upset, filled with so many repressed memories and thoughts and feelings that
he was as unpredictable as a lightning bolt. It was only once he'd struck that Kurt realized the damage that
was done. Only once he'd made a huge, spontaneous appearance did Kurt have any idea he was there at
all.
He swallowed shakily and let his eyes drift shut as he curled up behind Blaine. The same as every other
afternoon this week, he'd set the alarm on his phone to wake them up so they could leave before the
assholes that harassed Blaine showed up. With that thought in mind he let himself fall asleep.
But it was Blaine starling awake in his arms that roused them hours later. For a moment Kurt wasn't sure
why Blaine had just bolted into a sitting position, but then the sound of the woman next door fighting to
get her door to close echoed through the paper thin wall to them.
Without even looking out the window Kurt knew it was well past the normal time they left Blaine's.
Judging from Blaine's terrified look he'd realized the same thing. Kurt watched him throw the covers off
and tug his jeans on as he searched through the articles of clothing on the floor until he found Kurt's pants.
"Your phone's dead," Blaine said after a moment of fumbling with his pockets. Kurt took his pants and
phone from Blaine silently and started to get dressed, stumbling around a bit in the dark room. Blaine
pulled back the tarp over his window a fraction of an inch to stare out into the parking lot as Kurt tugged
his boots on. Once Kurt was fully clothed he moved over to Blaine's side, keeping quiet so they could
listen.
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"Do you see anyone?" he whispered, and he hated how scared he sounded.
"No, it's empty," Blaine informed him. "If she just got home then it's not even seven yet. They usually show
up later on Fridays."
He let the tarp drop back over the window and slid his arms around Kurt's waist. "If we hurry we should
be fine," Blaine said anxiously, and his eyes darted over to the bed and then to his mini- fridge. "We've sort
of got a lot to carry, though."
"We... we do?" Kurt asked in surprise, turning in Blaine's arms and now that his eyes had adjusted to the
darkness he noticed that the mini- fridge was actually unplugged and turned on its side with the door
facing the ceiling. "Blaine, are you you're moving I... you're sure?" he finally settled on.
"No," Blaine said truthfully as Kurt turned back around to face him. "I'm not sure of anything anymore, but
your... your family seems to like me. I like it there. I'm... I'm going home with you," Blaine murmured, his
gaze settling on Kurt's. Hi eyes were bright and nervous. "F- for good."
Happiness exploded in Kurt's chest as he leaned forward and crushed his lips against Blaine's. He bounced
on his toes as Blaine returned his kiss eagerly.
"I guess you're a fan of the idea then?" Blaine gasped as he pulled away.
"Absolutely," Kurt practically squealed. "Let's fold all of the blankets up. We can stack them and the
pillows on top and carry it all out."
Blaine nodded and they quickly piled everything up, decided they'd have to come back for their school
bags and any final little things, took another glimpse outside and then unlocked the door. He hoisted the
fridge- blanket mountain up and carried it across the lot. They set the pile down next to the back-seat door
and Kurt dug his keys out of his pocket, clicking the auto- unlock button on his remote and pulling the
door open. Together they stuffed the blankets inside and then shoved the mini- fridge in after it. It took a
few minutes of maneuvering, but they finally got the door closed.
"It's a good thing I've got a Navigator," Kurt said as they headed back to his room, stepping inside and
shutting the door behind them. "That thing would never fit in a little sedan."
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"No, probably not," Blaine agreed, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, grabbing his skateboard from
the corner, and picking up the only thing left in the room of any value. He eyed the blown up photograph
of himself and his mother and then pocketed it. The same photograph that had broken down the first of
his defensive walls and let Kurt have a glimpse at the boy he was.
"That's everything?" Kurt asked him gently as he shouldered his own bag and ease his hand around
Blaine's elbow.
"Yeah, my books and everything were in the fridge," Blaine said, staring around the room that had been
his home for the past seven months.
"Come on," Kurt whispered, kissing him on the cheek and pulling the door open. "Dinner's probably
almost ready."
"I just... give me a moment," Blaine muttered, tracing his hand over the shell of his dresser. Kurt watched
him as he took in the busted up mattress, the little lopsided end table, and the bright yellow paint on the
wall over the bed.
"Blaine, are you sure you're ready for this?" Kurt asked hesitantly. He was thrilled that Blaine seemed to
have made the decision to finally accept their offer, but only if Blaine was truly ready for it.
Blaine sighed deeply and turned back to him, his face set and his eyes calm. "Yeah," he decided, stepping
into Kurt's arms and pressing their foreheads together. "I'm ready. Let's go."
A huge grin broke out across Kurt's face as they stepped outside and shut the door. He turned back to
smile at Blaine, but his heart plummeted at the horror taking over his boyfriend's features.
"Duck!" Blaine hollered, yanking him down and shoving him forward slightly as the crack of something
metal collided with the brick wall between the door and the window. Kurt whipped his head around in
horror to see the four men who constantly hounded and tormented Blaine, two armed with aluminum
baseball bats, the other two with several brown bagged bottles. Even as his brain caught up with the scene
Blaine was already moving, spinning his skateboarding and smacking two of them in the face as he tugged
Kurt to his feet and shoved him towards the Navigator.
"Go, move!" he ordered. "Get in!"
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Lungs searing from of the frigid air he was half- choking on, Kurt fumbled for his keys to hit the auto-
unlock. The sound of angry shouts and pounding footsteps followed after them as Kurt hit the button. His
lights flashed and it beeped in acknowledge as it unlocked for them, but then something strong latched
onto his bag, tugging it right off his shoulder and knocking his keys from his sweaty hand. He stumbled,
nearly tripping himself up as one of the men slung his bag to the ground, but Blaine was by his side still
and his fist connected with the man's face as he steadied Kurt and urged him the final few feet to the
driver's side door.
"Blaine "
"Run, Kurt!" Blaine panted, and some of his fear trickled away when Blaine's hand slid into his and
squeezed as they made it to the Navigator. It was only as he flung himself inside, and slammed and locked
the door that he realized he'd dropped his keys, and more importantly that Blaine had realized it as well.
Instead of heading around to the passenger's side door like Kurt had thought Blaine was going to do he'd
turned around and headed straight back towards the group, ducking one bat and skidding across the
concrete towards the glint of metal.
Horrified at Blaine's actions, Kurt fumbled for the door handle, but the locks all slid shut as he finally
managed to get a grip on it and pull. An icy fist closed around his heart as he yanked on it hard and tried to
tug the door knob into the unlocked position.
Harsh laughter, the shatter of a beer bottle, and a cry of pain reached his ears, as the hand around his
heart tightened. He stared out through the window, only to have something slammed right up against it a
moment later. He shouted in distress, jerking backwards as the locks tauntingly unlocked and locked
themselves again.
His entire body was trembling as the hand that had slapped against his window retracted and the man
raised his other hand to show him his key ring. Blood was trickling down the man's face from the gash
Blaine's skateboard had left on his temple."Forget something, fag?"
Kurt wanted to demand to be let out, to be given his keys back, but the shattering of another beer bottle
against some part of Blaine, and ensuing struggle of the other men as they dragged Blaine over distracted
him completely.
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"Blaine!" he shouted, tried vainly to get the door open, and this time he caught it just right when the man
clicked the button.
Only for the other men to slam Blaine face first against his door and knock it shut again. Kurt heard the
crunch of cartilage breaking as flecks of blood splattered across his window, and the fresh trails from the
broken glass smeared. He wasn't going to sit here and do nothing, wasn't going to sit here with Blaine's
bloody face pressed right up against his window. He wasn't going to sit here and cry and stare into
Blaine's beautiful eyes while they beat him half to death.
Kurt scrambled over the dash and into the passenger seat, but the man with his keys was already way
ahead of him. As soon as Kurt tugged the door open, the baseball bat hit it closed and knocked him
backwards. He could feel the tears starting to cling to his eyelashes as the baseball bat cracked against the
passenger side door again so he attempted to climb into the back-seat to try and get out to help Blaine that
way. But the mini- fridge, blankets, and pillows were towered so high he had no chance of fitting back
there to get one of the doors open.
Blaine yelped in pain behind him, and the entire Navigator shook as the men spun Blaine around and
slammed his back against the driver side door.
This time Kurt couldn't hold back the choked, hopeless sob clawing up his throat. "Let him go!" he
shouted, shifting back over to the driver side door and tugged futilely at the door handle. He
was not trapped in here. Blaine was going to be fine. Somebody would come out of their room and help
him or call the police or just anything.
But as the two men struggled to hold Blaine against the door the other man armed with the bat stabbed it
forward straight into Blaine's gut, Blaine curled in on himself with a choked, gasping cry.
Let me out!" Kurt screamed, pounding his fists against the window as his tears blurred his vision and the
sound of the bat being swung whistled through the air. Another yell was ripped from Blaine's body as the
bat connected with his stomach.
Behind him the fourth man howled with drunken laughter and called tauntingly through the window as he
messed with the locks again, "Bet he'd love to have that bat up his ass!"
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Kurt spun around so fast his neck cricked. He slammed his booted foot against the window the man's face
was pressed against. A small crack appeared in the glass as he jumped backwards and growled in fury.
"Maybe we'll just have to stick this one up yours now instead of letting you watch and wait your turn, you
fucking whore," he sneered, knocking the bat against the door again.
Kurt had barely formed a retort when Blaine shouted, his voice cracking and raw as Kurt spun back
around to see his face pressed sideways from the bat that had just connected with his cheek. Only he could
barely make out the olive tone of Blaine's skin through the blood covering the side of his face, could barely
remember how that voice sounded when Blaine told him he'd never been more in love than he was with
him compared to the pain that was filling it now.
Every ounce of hope drained out of Kurt's body as those unfocused hazel- green eyes caught his gaze and
held it. The fist around his heart shattered, the icy remains lodging themselves into his heart. Blaine's nose
was crooked, dark trails of blood pouring from his nostrils and over his bloodied lips. His dazed, glassy
eyes flickered up into his head before back down to Kurt's gaze, some of the blood from the cut on his
forehead trickling down into his eyes as he mouthed something to Kurt.
Absolute panic flooded through Kurt's mind as he managed to work out the last two words. Love you.
The locks clicked tauntingly again. With a furious yell, Kurt threw himself back against the passenger side
door as the bat connected with Blaine's face again. The man stumbled backwards as he flung the door
open. Kurt latched onto the bat in his hands as one of the men holding Blaine let go and raced around to
stop him from overpowering the surprised drunk. The other two circled around as well, letting Blaine
crumbled to the ground on the other side of the car as they tried to corner him.
Every part of Kurt was filled with panic and horror as he tried to wrestle the bat from the man's grasp.
Then the second bat came crashing down on his shoulder and knocked him to the ground with a howl of
pain. His cheek smacked against the concrete and as his gaze settled on the motionless figure he could see
on the ground on the other side of the car, another desperate plead for Blaine to answer him fell from his
lips.
"Blaine, please."
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Please what, Kurt didn't know. Please say something, please move, please let me know you're still fighting.
Please let me know I'm not alone...
And then the crunch of gravel against tires broke through the horror surrounding him. The men circled
around him froze, and looked up as the blip of a siren started to echo around the dark parking lot.
"Fuck!" one of them bellowed and then they were scattering, two hopping the fence next to his Navigator
and the others racing around it to try and escape through the main entry way.
Kurt barely registered the shouts of more voices ordering the men to stop or freeze, or the crack of
another bat and then the heavy thud of gunshots as he rushed over to the driver's side and dropped down
next to Blaine.
"Blaine, baby, I'm- I'm here," Kurt muttered as his breathing started to become erratic, his entire body
shaking as his shoulder throbbed and refused to work properly.
Blaine didn't answer him. One of his eyes was already swollen shut, the other cracked open and staring at
nothing. His shirt was ripped and covered in dirt and blood; his face was covered in thick, warm blood that
didn't seem to want to stop flowing out of him instead of through him. A sharp, wheezing whisper of air
kept unsteadily pushing out of his mouth. It wasn't the reassuring breathing he had hoped to hear when
he'd dropped down next to him. If anything, the sound of it terrified Kurt even more, and he wished that
Blaine would move or flutter his eyelids or try to say something.
Kurt found Blaine's hand and gripped it tightly as he curled himself over Blaine's torso and pressed a kiss
to his cheek. "Blaine, please, don't don't "
He couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't bear to think of what it would mean if he put the words out there
into reality and gave them the chance of becoming true. The thump of more footsteps rushing towards
them, and the bright flash of a light only made the boy he was staring down at look worse, more lifeless
and bruised. More damaged and helpless than Kurt had every wanted to picture him.
The fingers in Kurt's hand twitched slightly as the gasping sobs started rattling in his chest. This wasn't
how they were going to say goodbye, not now, not tonight, not ever. He wasn't ready for it.

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Chapter Twenty-Four
Carole signed off on her last patient's chart, and filed it away for when Doctor Burke made another round
later in the evening. She stood up and stretched as her fellow nurses chattered around her at the nurse's
station set up in the middle of the third floor. Almost everyone was sitting and catching up on various
paperwork and patient- folders. For whatever reason, tonight had been very slow. Not that Carole wasn't
glad for it, because that meant less people were injured or harmed in some way.
"You off for the night?" Sophie asked as Carole tugged her coat from the coat rack and pulled it on.
"I've got a group of men to get home to, and unless Kurt got home in time to cook then I'm sure Blaine and
Finn are both curled up somewhere, sobbing from hunger pains," Carole said, smiling brightly at the
thought of what she was going home to now.
A month ago she had been still returning to her tiny house with Finn. She'd being heading home to either
cook something frozen, or to steal the last of whatever Finn had ordered for dinner. Now she went to
Burt's home and spent the evenings with all four of her boys. Carole never would have imagined getting to
laugh her way through making dinner with Kurt or Blaine or both of them, watching Blaine and Finn battle
it out on Finn's gaming system, or curling up with Burt in his lounge chair while Blaine and Kurt fell asleep
on each other and Finn texted Rachel. Some days she was almost positive the life she was living now was
the dream, and that when she went to sleep at night she was actually waking up in a reality where it was
just her and Finn alone.
Two of the other nurses turned and laughed at her words.
"You and Burt are so smitten "
"It must be crazy going from having one son to three "
"It's worth it," Carole replied, wrapping her scarf around her neck carefully and grabbing her purse.
"Blaine's a very sweet boy. All of my guys are. I'll see you bright and early on Sunday!"
The other nurses waved and called out their own goodbyes for the night as she left the little station and
headed towards the elevators. She'd barely made it two steps when a voice called out her name behind
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"Carole! Wait!"
One of her closest friends and co-workers, Judy, jogged towards her. The stunned expression on the
woman's face was more than enough reason for her to pause. A trickle of worry curled down her spine as
she took in Judy's wide, horrified eyes and heavy breathing. Clearly, the other woman had come running
from somewhere with something urgent to tell her.
"Oh, thank god, you haven't left yet. We just got a call "
Carole's insides frosted over. There was no reason she would be singled out about a call after her shift was
done unless she was in some way connected to the person or persons involved. Only something near and
dear and personal would create this reaction and her immediate thought was Burt. Even though he'd been
doing so well these past two weeks, there was always the chance for complications or second attacks.
There was still that lingering fear in her mind that he would relapse like so many other people did after a
heart attack as severe as his.
"Burt had a- another heart attack? Are they bringing him here n "
"Carole, it's not Burt," Judy said quietly and the tears glistening in the other woman's eyes made her throat
constrict at all of the sudden possibilities whirling through her mind. If it wasn't Burt... she didn't even
want to think about which of her boys it was. Though really, she was almost certain she already knew the
answer to her unspoken question.
"There was some type of assault over on Thomas Street," Judy said bracingly, gripping Carole's arm tightly
at she wobbled on her feet. But Carole barely heard anything beyond that. Blaine's voice echoed through
her head from weeks ago as she sat there and the horror seeped into her skin.
"This isn't your little fantasy world where we live happily ever after or some other bullshit, "Blaine snapped.
"This is reality. This is what happens to guys like us."
"Carole?" Judy called in concern, giving her a little shake and Carole snapped out of the memory, her
breathing shaky as she listened to Judy repeat everything she knew so far.
Both Kurt and Blaine had been involved, along with four other men. One of her boys had sustained serious
injuries, one of the men was dead, one was in custody, and the other two had escaped for now. She could
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barely process the words, it almost sounded like they were flowing into her ears through a fog, coming out
gargled and distorted. Her mind was blank, numb. Not her boys. After everything they'd both been
through on their own, and now together, they deserved to have peace in their lives. To enjoy the
happiness it had taken them both years to find.
The other nurses at the station were dividing off and preparing to meet the ambulance at the entrance as
Judy ushered her over to her desk chair and sat her down.
"Shh, sit down, Carole," Judy said soothingly and it was only when the other woman handed her a tissue
that she realized she was crying. This couldn't be happening, there was no way this was real. The world
wouldn't let those bastards win and destroy the first good thing Blaine had had in years, or the boy Kurt
had been hoping and dreaming of for just as long. Not when they'd both fought so hard just to make it this
far. There was no way it could all just come crashing down to turn into dust and vanish into the air like
nothing had ever happened. It just couldn't.
"I need to go meet them," she said slowly. She closed her eyes briefly and let her training and years of
experience kick in as she wiped her eyes and stood up.
"Carole "
"I have to be there for him," Carole insisted, and which him it was that wouldn't be strapped to a gurney
when they passed through those doors wasn't something she ever wished to find out. That didn't change
the fact that in less than ten minutes she would. "Did they say who was badly hurt?"
"No. One with serious injuries to his head and chest, and the other with a few lacerations and a possible
fractured clavicle."
Carole took a steadying breath and squared her shoulders. First, she was going to help her boy, get him
some x-rays, and calm him down. Once she knew more details about the second one's condition, she'd call
Burt. It felt like a dagger had sliced through her stomach at the thought. What if it was Kurt? Burt would be
devastated as soon as he heard, might even have another heart attack for all she knew. He probably
wouldn't fair much better if it was Blaine being wheeled into the hospital. As awkward as some of his
interactions with Blaine were, she could tell how attached he'd already become.
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God, this was too much and too horrible to fully process. She quickly followed Judy to the elevator and
down to the Emergency Room entrance. As soon as they passed through the electronically locked door
into the entry way she could see the ambulance, the siren off, but the lights still flashing. There was a rush
of EMTs hopping out and pulling the back doors open. Two of them leapt in, and a moment later one
returned, practically hauling Kurt out of the ambulance. She didn't even want to think about what that
meant for Blaine.
"Blaine no! He needs me!"
Carole rushed through the doors ahead of the rest of her colleagues as Kurt, his right arm in a sling, tried
to fight out of the EMT's hold in order to climb back into the ambulance.
"Kurt, sweetheart, it's Carole," Carole took hold of his uninjured arm and cupped his face to make him look
at her. "You need to let them do their jobs so they can help Blaine."
"I I " Kurt stammered, his eyes wild as tears streamed down his face. Two EMTs hopped out of the back
as a gurney was pulled to the edge. Carole could just see Blaine's form strapped down to the stretcher as
they unlocked the wheels, pulled them down and rolled him quickly towards the doors as the doctors and
nurses surrounded them, shouting directions and necessities as one of the EMTs explained what they'd
deduced on the ride over.
As she held onto Kurt's shaking body, the rest of them rushed past except for Judy, who stayed with her
and Kurt. Another ambulance pulled up behind the first, but the lights were off. A police car pulled up
behind it and she knew immediately that whoever was in the back was already gone. The vindictive part
of her sincerely hoped it was one of the assholes who had done this, but she didn't have time to dwell on it.
"Carole, let's get Kurt upstairs for a few x-rays, okay?" Judy encouraged gently.
Carole let her gaze return to Kurt's tear streaked face as she slid an arm around his waist. "Come on,
sweetheart. Let's get you checked out."
"But Blaine," Kurt choked out. "Is he what's going he's going to be all right, isn't he, Carole?"
"We'll find out once we get you patched up," she told him as they headed back through the doors and to
the elevator.
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She held him tightly as they headed up to the x-ray room. Kurt trembled and shook and cried into her
shoulder. She whispered softly to him while they x-rayed his shoulder, squeezing his other hand tightly
even as her own tears fell. The image of Blaine's unconscious body being rolled past them wouldn't leave
her mind all throughout the x-rays and the trip back down to find a room for Kurt. There'd been blood, but
not as much as she'd imagined or seen with other people brought into the hospital. But it had still been
painted over his face in streaks, the entire right side of his face had been bruised and swollen, and his
curls had been matted with blood.
Judy finally found a nice room, big enough to fit a second bed once Blaine was patched up, but the sight of
an empty room and no sign of Blaine sent Kurt over the edge again.
"No! Where's Blaine?" he demanded, trying to fight against them as they tried to settle him down into the
hospital bed. His eyes were wild again, tears pooling in the corners, as he started to choke on his own
sobs. "He's okay, isn't he? Please, Carole, please..."
The pleading tore straight through her heart, and the fact that she still didn't have any answers made her
stomach clench and ache at the thought of what might be waiting for her upstairs when she went to check.
The idea of having to return to Kurt's bedside and tell him something so horrific, so devastating and life-
altering made her feel like she was breathing in poisonous gas. Every breath hurt, and her lack of answers
only made Kurt's terror worse. He was hyperventilating and sobbing when Judy returned with a mild
sedative for him. She stayed by his side until he drifted off to sleep. For now he was calm and relaxed,
something Carole knew he desperately needed to be until she called Burt or until she knew if Blaine was
still alive.
Carole headed up to the ICU and surgery unit floor, every step heavy and difficult as she headed for the
nurse's station. Regardless of what she was told next she knew the answers would be painful and difficult
for the others to swallow, even herself if things were worse than she'd originally thought. As a nurse she
was beyond used to these types of situations in her day to day routine, but she knew the others weren't.
They didn't have a place where they went to detach themselves from the situation the same way she did
because of her job. Still, everything was so unexpected. Everything they'd been working towards could
very well change in the next few moments. The boy she'd grown to love as much as her own son could be
gone before she'd had the chance to really get to know him, or tell him that she remembered him from so
long ago. When she reached the end of the hallway from the elevator that emptied out into the central hub,
she found Sophie set up at the nurse's station making a phone call that sounded important.
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"... yes, he was just brought in an hour ago, Mr. Anderson. He's still in surgery unit five... "
Carole froze at her words, realizing instantly who Sophie had called. Blaine's grandfather must still be
listed as his primary emergency contact. She let Sophie finish the conversation before asking about
Blaine's situation.
"He's still in there. They found some minor internal bleeding around his appendix and it was bruised
pretty severely so they're removing it. Stitched up the gashes on his head. Once the swelling goes down
around his eye he'll probably need some type of surgery to fix his eye socket. They won't know the extent
of that injury until he's awake and some of the swelling goes down. He's got a ruptured eardrum, and a
broken nose. Several broken or bruised ribs and quite a concussion. We'll have to wait and see how he is
when he wakes up before anything can be assessed with brain trauma, but there's no swelling that they've
detected so that's good news."
Carole melted into the seat next to her as she tears started up again. Blaine was alive. Her chest
constricted as she choked up and hugged herself. She'd never been more thankful to hear such a list of
injuries, because she knew it could be so much worse. There was still the risk of brain injuries, and the
worries about his eye, but everything else would heal with time, though there may be a few lasting effects
beyond some scars. Blaine wasn't done with them yet, wasn't going to give up or give in to what those men
and the world wanted from him.
"Thank you," she muttered sincerely. "Do you know how much longer they'll be?"
"Another hour maybe?" Sophie guessed. "They're cleaning him up and wrapping his ribs, then checking
everything a final time before they move him. Kurt's in 346C, right?" Carole nodded as she dabbed at her
eyes. "I'll have them move him into the same room so you and Burt don't have to shuffle back and forth all
night."
She turned to head back to Kurt's room, but Sophie called after her, sounding hesitant and worried.
"His grandfather didn't seem very... concerned over the phone," she started. "I'm not even sure he's
coming or if any of you will want him to "
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"Blaine won't. Neither will Burt, I'm sure," Carole replied evenly. "You know what happened with them,
but I know how protocol works and that he had to be contacted, Sophie. Don't worry about it, okay? We'll
deal with him if he shows up."
"I'll give you a heads up if he signs in," Sophie said, standing to give her a brief hug before Carole went
back to Kurt's room. Kurt's arm was still in a sling, his bloodied shirt draped over the bedside chair and
his clavicle now covered in a dull bluish bruise, but he was still out from the sedative. With a heavy sigh,
Carole settled down into the chair and picked up the phone on the bedside table, dialing nine and then
Burt's house number.

Burt grumbled mutinously as he struggled through the simple stretching exercises his doctor had given
him to start out with. It wasn't that he hated exercise or anything, but stretching! He was terrible at
stretching. He glanced at the clock as he half- heartedly bent to touch his toes and a trickle of annoyance
ran down his spine. Everyone was late tonight.
Finn had a football game, of course, and Carole's shift was probably running late because of an emergency,
but Kurt and Blaine had no excuse. Especially if the only answer he got for the fourth night in a row was
something vague about "studying at Blaine's". He wasn't stupid, he knew that was code for having sex, no
matter how much he didn't want to think about it. He'd still rather have them here, even if he didnt want
them doing that in his house, he knew somehow they'd have to all agree on some way for everything to
work. Here they were safe, whereas Blaine's apartment, even with the locks, was a whole world of
potential trouble.
Frustrated that he couldn't reach his toes, Burt stood up straight and checked his cell phone where he'd
left it on the coffee table. No new messages from Kurt saying he'd be late. He hoped they'd all hurry up,
because after dinner he was finally sitting Kurt and Blaine down to discuss house rules. It had taken him a
few days of hard thinking and planning, and he was going to get their opinions (within reason) to get it set
into something solid, but he thought he'd started a good foundation for it. Hopefully, Carole would be
home by then as well. Between his temper and awkwardness addressing his son's sex life and Blaine's
asinine comments, he didn't think they'd get very far very smoothly without her there to mediate.
Burt tucked his phone into his pocket and shuffled off to the kitchen to figure out something healthy for
dinner when the house phone rang. He spun around and headed back to the island counter to grab the
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cordless phone, ready to get angry with Kurt for being even later than the night before, but the number
was the hospital's. It wasn't that unusual since cell phones weren't allowed in the hospital, but it wasn't
Carole's typical extension either. He didn't think much of it as he picked up.
"Hey," Burt greeted. He shuffled back to the healthy food chart set up on the freezer door and picked out
something that sounded simple. "Got busy, did it? How do you make " he squinted at the chart "Vegan
chicken alfredo? Ugh, why does it all have to be ve "
"Burt, there's been an incident," Carole's shaky voice said through the phone, and Burt froze, his heart
plummeting at her words. If something had happened to Kurt "Kurt's fine. He's going to be fine," she
continued immediately, but the way she'd said that second part set him on edge.
Going to be fine implied that there was a reason Kurt shouldn't be, or that something had happened to
him, but it wasn't drastic or wasn't the real reason she'd called. There was something major she was about
to tell him and he dreaded whatever it was she said next. Because he knew from these past few weeks that
Kurt and Blaine were almost always together, and if there was a reason that he needed to be told that Kurt
was fine, then there was a reason that Carole had to assure him that Blaine was fine as well. Only she
hadn't. She hadn't mentioned Blaine yet, and the thought that she'd given him the good news first to try to
ease whatever was next terrified him.
"What happened to Blaine?" he demanded hoarsely, dropping into a chair at the kitchen table and resting
his head in his hand as his heart pounded and his head shifted between fuzzy and clear. Two hours could
have passed in the few seconds he'd paused to ask that question, or time could have run backwards on
him and dumped him back into the middle of his stretching exercises. Nothing was going to make sense
until Carole told him the rest of this. Until he knew what he was dealing with and the fear curling in his
chest sunk back beneath the surface until the next time something happened to his guys.
"Those men were there when they left Blaine's apartment," Carole started, sniffling a bit. Burt could just
picture her curled up in a chair somewhere, tucked away from prying eyes and trying her hardest to keep
herself together. "I'm not sure about the details. The cops haven't stopped by to question Kurt or anything
yet. He's fine. He's sleeping next to me, but... they hurt Blaine. Badly. He's still up in one of the surgery
units."
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"But he's... he's going to all right?" Burt asked, taking a deep breath and heading to the front door. He
tugged his coat and shoes on as she explained what she knew of his condition, trying his best to steady
himself as she soothed him while he choked up through the crackling phone line.
"I'll be there soon," he told her, shutting the front door behind himself and getting into his truck. A dull
throbbing panic was gripping his chest, but Carole needed him. Kurt god, Kurt needed him more than
anything right now. They'd been strong for each other and strong for him when he'd had his heart attack,
and not it was his turn to return the favor.
"They'll be fine. Both of them."
"I know," Burt replied. "It's just so unfair."
Burt was silent for a moment as he started his truck and backed out of the driveway. In the back of his
mind he knew he should have seen it coming, at least the probability of it happening. Just seeing how
those men were one time had told him they were trouble. His only hope had been Blaine settling in with
them permanently before things would escalate, but it hadn't happened. He'd expected something to
happen with them, and he hated that he felt like he could have prevented it. But Blaine was his own man,
and he wasn't Blaine's guardian. Kurt wouldn't have listened to him, no matter what the threats had been,
if Blaine had continued to go there.
"I'm on my way. I love you," he told her before he hung up.
Burt drove as fast as he dared, parking in the first spot he found and rushing into the emergency room
waiting area. Carole was waiting by the front desk for him, and she flung herself into his arms.
"I'm so glad you're here," she mumbled as she ushered him through the electronically locked door and to
the elevator. "Kurt's still asleep from the sedative, but he should be awake soon. Blaine's... he's still
upstairs. They've removed his appendix because it was so bruised. He has a ruptured eardrum, a broken
nose, several broken ribs but he seems stable, at least until more can be assessed when he wakes up.
They'll have to do more surgery eventually just the eye socket once the swelling goes down, don't
worry." She squeezed Burt's hand as he frowned.
He breathed in a shaky breath and tried to steady himself. He could scarcely picture what Carole had told
him couldn't even begin to imagine the horror two of his boys had just gone through. He'd never wanted
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anything like this to ever happen to Kurt, even though part of him had realized it was almost inevitable
when Kurt was as open as he was in a town like Lima.
He followed Carole down the hall towards the nurse's station as she pointed him towards the first door
past it on the left. They were two feet from the door when a deep, bored voice behind him caught his
attention.
" No, Carl, I need them on my desk tomorrow yes, I'm here to see my grandson."
Carole froze next to him, but she didn't seem as surprised as him when they turned around. It was the
man's voice that had really caught his attention. The same smooth, deep tone of Blaine's voice, more crisp
and clipped, but still distinct to his ears.
The older man standing at the nurse's station looked nothing like Blaine in his expensive suit and
overcoat. He tapped his fingernails on the counter impatiently as the nurse asked, "What's his name, sir?"
"Carl, I don't care what you have to do "
"Carl, what, sir? Last names are easier to search by," the nurse told him, pursing her lips in irritation.
"There's also a no cell phone policy in the building. I'm going to have to ask you to turn it off, sir."
Dark anger clawed at Burt's insides as the man's hazel- green eyes the same eyes that Blaine had
inherited narrowed and he glared at the woman. "Not, Carl," he snapped. "My grandson, Blaine
Anderson."
Carole's arms circled around his bicep as he lurched forward, but he wasn't going to let this go. Let
this bastard anywhere near Blaine after everything he'd done to his grandson. "Let me go," he told her,
tugging his arm free and marching back towards the desk as Cameron Anderson hung up his cell phone.
"Is this phone policy really necessary? I have important business "
"More important than your grandson?" Burt snarled angrily, jabbing the man in the shoulder with a finger
as Carole raced after him and tried to hold him back. "That boy should be your entire world."
"Burt, please "
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"No," he snapped, tugging his arm free from Carole's grasp once more. "He's ruined enough of Blaine's life,
he's not waltzing back into it and making it worse again. Not after all of this."
Cameron Anderson eyed them appraisingly for a few moments as the nurse Burt thought her name was
Lorie, but she wasn't one that Carole was close with so he wasn't sure gaped at them. The man flashed
her a charming, reassuring smile, probably meant to soothe her worries, but to Burt it was the emptiest
smile he'd ever seen. His eyes glinted in the artificial lights, and while they may have been the same color
as Blaine's, they had none of his warmth or love.
"And who exactly are you? I don't believe you've ever met me or my grandson," Cameron said with
authority, eyeing Burt's worn jeans, flannel shirt, and baseball cap. It was a look Burt was overly familiar
with, someone judging his wardrobe and appearance or his life's work to mean he was somehow less than
able or intelligent in some way. Another hot wave of anger washed over him as he hands curled into fists
at his sides. He'd only heard one simple story about the man, but he'd already pegged him as a disgusting
excuse for a human being. Everything about the man in front of him only confirmed his thoughts. He
wasn't hysterical or worried or here because he cared. He was here to save his own skin and then drop
Blaine like he was nothing all over again.
"Oh, really? How's he doing in school then? If you live with him then aren't you the least bit concerned that
he hasn't been home in almost a week? Why don't you explain to me why your grandson has all but moved
into my house?" Burt demanded as Carole tried once again to prevent him from tackling the man like he so
desperately wanted to.
"That's preposterous," Cameron said loftily. "The boy's been living on Thomas Street since we moved
here "
"Living by himself, you mean," said a voice from behind Burt. They all turned to find Jim Ferguson, and
another cop, a higher level officer by the looks of him, standing just behind them, watching the exchange
closely.
"Of course he's not living alone," Cameron said in exasperation. "I can't be there every night because of
distance and work. I've arranged for Milton, the landlord, to look after him when I'm not there. I know him
personally, since he rented the plot of land from me years ago. Clearly, Blaine's been getting into more
trouble and Milton isn't doing what is expected of him. Rest assured I'll be pressing charges against him
for it."
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The outright lie was what did it for Burt. Blaine had done nothing to attract those men's attention in the
first place. That had been Cameron's doing by leaving him there and talking loud enough for them to hear.
And even if the part with the landlord was true, that didn't change the fact that he'd failed to check up on
Blaine since May. Anger completely taking over, Burt lurched forward to shove the older man, but Jim
stepped in and held him back even as he fought against his hold.
"Burt, stop!" Jim demanded sharply. "This is only going to make everything ten times worse."
Cameron straightened his coat, looking at all four of them with disdain. "Excuse me, while I go call the
babysitter watching my granddaughter. " With a curt nod he pulled a little business card from his pocket
and handed it to Carole. "If there's anything else you'd like to discuss, make an appointment."
With a final look, Cameron Anderson walked briskly down the hall back to the elevator.
"That's his grandfather, then?" Jim muttered as Burt relaxed in his tight hold. "Definitely not a friendly
man, is he?"
Burt just growled in reply to his words as Jim released him. He was seething at the encounter with that
man. Why the hell had he even bothered showing up when it was so obvious he didn't care? Was he only
here for some quick damage control before he dumped Blaine off somewhere else? Perhaps he was even
going to remove Blaine from Lima permanently. The thought of how Kurt would react to that made his
heart jolt painfully in his chest. His hand shot up to clutch the spot on instinct and Carole gasped in terror.
"Burt, you need to relax and calm down. Your heart can't take all of this stress, honey."Carole's arm
wrapped around his waist as she ushered him towards Kurt's room. "Come on, let's get you off your feet."
He let Carole and Jim help him into the room. The first thing he saw was his son, sleeping soundly on the
hospital bed, his bloodied shirt draped on the chair and his right arm in a sling. There was a little scrape
on his left cheek, and some bruising along his collarbone, but otherwise he looked fine. The same way he'd
looked when he'd broken his arm in fourth grade. Only he wasn't a little boy anymore, even if he would
always be Burt's little boy. He was nearly an adult, who had just been through all sorts of hell and watched
the man he loved almost beaten to death. He let out a choked sigh, and settled down into the chair next to
Kurt's bedside, watching his son's chest rise and fall slowly and evenly as he rested.
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"We had to give him a sedative to calm him down," Carole said as she rubbed his shoulders soothingly.
"He'll be out for another hour at least. Any heart flutters or pains? Should I call the doctor?"
"No, no, just got too worked up," he muttered. Burt hated how weak and useless he felt right then. He
wanted to be the protector, the defender, the one strong for the people he loved and kept by his side. Yet
he couldn't even defend his boys without almost putting himself right back in the hospital. "If he comes
back I am not letting him into this room."
"You can't legally stop him," Jim said sadly. "If you push him, he could have all three of you removed from
Blaine's room and life permanently. At least until Blaine wakes up and can speak for himself."
"I'd like to see him try and stop Kurt," Carole said. Burt followed her line of sight to his son's sleeping
form. Nothing would keep him from Blaine. He was certain of it. He'd never imagined his son finding a love
quite like the one those two shared. At least not when he was so young. "You should ask the men who did
this to them about the day Cameron dropped Blaine off," Carole told Jim and the other officer. "Kurt said
Blaine told him they were there and heard the whole exchange."
"Their word won't count for much. The rest of his neighbors aren't looking too promising either," the
second officer told them. "They've all got records, some of them were even prosecuted by Cameron
Anderson. Their words won't hold up in court."
"No, she's got a point," Jim countered. "The men who did this wouldn't want to make Blaine's life any
easier by getting his grandfather out of the picture. If they gave a statement then you might at least be able
to make a case."
"They're drunks, Jim," the other man retorted. "And half of the judges are in that man's pocket. Every
officer in Ohio knows that." He shook his head and sighed resignedly. "I'll be back once Anderson's out of
surgery. We've got to handcuff him to his bed until they sort out everything at the station."
"You've got to what?" Burt spluttered, trying to rise to his feet, but Carole and Jim both forced him back
down.
"It's standard procedure, unfortunately. The hospital is out of his ankle monitor's radius, so coming here
set it off. Obviously there's good reason for it, but until everything's sorted and it's clear that Blaine didn't
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provoke them, then it has to be done. We'll probably have to have an officer stationed outside the door as
well."
"But, there's no way he would have "
"His record's against him," Jim cut in. "We'll do our best to get it sorted out right. He's only supposed to
have the thing for another three or four weeks, according to Robinson back at the station, but for now
we've got to follow protocol."
Burt sunk down into his chair, staring at Kurt's peaceful face. Everything was a mess, a disaster. If just one
little thing didn't go right, Blaine could very well end up back in a juvenile detention center, or Cameron
could remove him from the area permanently. For the first time in a long time, he honestly had no idea
what to do.
Jim and the other officer left them alone and Carole sat down on the arm of his chair. As she hugged him
around the shoulders, he could feel her trembling. All of the possibilities were terrifying and
overwhelming. They'd built up so much around Blaine these past few weeks Kurt's entire life had
become centered around him the thought of him being taken away for good was too much to bare.
They sat there together for what felt like hours as they waited for Doctor Burke to come by with news of
Blaine. Carole took a few minutes to call Finn's cell phone and leave him a message explaining what had
happened and where they were. Burt could barely even imagine what his reaction would be once his
football game was over and he changed into his normal clothes, dug his phone out of his pocket and heard
the news.
He wasn't surprised that Cameron never returned. Like Carole had said, the man had probably only shown
up to "make an appearance" so things didn't look suspicious. Burt didn't doubt that she was right. His only
hope now was that the man could either be charged with child neglect and abandonment, or that he never
showed his face around here again. It was half past nine when there was a knock on the door and a
woman, who introduced herself as Doctor Burke, entered the room.
Besides telling them that Blaine had pulled through everything fine, she had little more to add to what
Carole had already told him. He was critical, but stable, with no sign of any brain swelling so far. She spent
a few minutes giving them a brief idea of Blaine's recovery timeline and then bracing them for how bad his
face looked right now, for when they wheeled him in and set him up in the room.
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The moment Burt caught sight of Blaine's bandaged and bruised face he had to fight down the urge to gag.
His mind created a few fleeting terrible images of how the injuries had occurred, but it was still difficult to
comprehend. Just this morning Blaine's face has been clean-shaven, and smiling. Now the entire right side,
Blaine's left, was swollen and an angry, blotchy blackish- purple. There was a bandage covering his ear, a
lot of padding pressed into his left eye that was held down by a dressing wrapped around his head tightly,
and his cheekbone was sunken in. His nose had been set, but was swollen and bruised, and the eye that
Burt could see was surrounded by a dark bruise ring. His lips were puffy and the lower one was split.
"He's on a lot of pain medications right now, and I went ahead and numbed his face, just in case he does
wake up," Doctor Burke explained as she checked the various monitors he was hooked up to. "At the
earliest he'll probably wake up briefly sometime tomorrow afternoon. We're pumping him full of sleeping
medications until the worst of the pain has subsided, though we can only do that for the first six to twelve
hours. Anything longer could cause problems. His ribs;" she pointed to the same side that had taken most
of the damage on Blaine's face, " two broken and one bruised on this side. And two bruised on the other.
We've wrapped them, and it's very important that he doesn't try to sit up or move a lot," she stressed.
"Thank you, Ruth," Carole murmured as she sat down on the edge of Blaine's bed and took hold of his
hand.
"I'm going to go look at Kurt's x-rays and I'll be back to set his shoulder or wrap it once he's awake, okay?"
Burt nodded jerkily as he stared down at Blaine's small, unmoving form. He barely recognized him with all
of the bruises and bandages in the hospital gown. A voice in the back of his head, that sounded
suspiciously like Kurt, told him the gown was tacky and horrible with Blaine's skin tone. With a watery
smile he glanced back over to Kurt, still sleeping soundly, and breathed in deeply.
His boys were safe for now, even if Cameron Anderson returned. They were going to be okay somehow.
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Chapter Twenty-Five
The first thing Kurt became aware of was a hand clutching his left hand tightly, and a thumb brushing back
and forth over his knuckles. His mind felt numb and his shoulder was still throbbing dully as he attempted
to crack his eyes open.
"I think he's waking up... Kurt? Buddy, can you hear me?"
His dad was here, then. Kurt groaned a little in acknowledgement and finally managed to open his eyes
some. Even the effort of getting them open a centimeter was too much. He wasn't sure why he was so
tired, or why he felt like someone had filled every inch of his body with wet cement, but a second, softer
hand brushed his hair off his forehead. A whiff of vanilla and cherry hit his nostrils. Carole was here, too.
"Open your eyes for us, Kurt."
That voice was unfamiliar to him. It was a woman's voice, but definitely too high and crisp to be Carole.
Carole repeated the words the woman had just said, and his curiosity pushed him on. After a few moments
of struggling, he blinked slowly and looked around. Everything was blurry at the edges of his vision, but
after a few more blinks, things began to come into focus and with the clarity came the much sharper
spikes of pain prickling under the skin over his collarbone.
"Ouch," he moaned faintly.
"Hey," Burt said softly and Kurt looked up to see his father's relieved face swim into view.
"Dad," he croaked. "Wus goin' on?"
"Doctor Burke's here to wrap your shoulder and check it out," Burt explained as he helped Kurt into a
sitting position.
At his father's words, Kurt glanced down and the sight of his arm in a sling the bruises across his
collarbone made everything come flooding back. The shockwave of fear that had pulsed inside his chest,
the frantic rush to his car, the shattering of glass against bone, and then the high, piercing ping of the
aluminium bats against Blaine's body. His boyfriend's bloody face flashed through his mind and he was
suddenly wide awake and terrified.
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"Where's Blaine?" he demanded, moving to swing his legs over the side of the bed, but they hit his father
in the chest and were pushed back to their previous position.
"Relax, Kurt, he's going to be fine," Burt rushed to reassure him. "He's resting right now."
"But where "
"He's right over there," Burt told him, pointing across Kurt's chest to the far side of the room. Kurt
followed his father's arm and saw a second hospital bed set up about six feet away from his own. His heart
jolted in his chest at the sight of Blaine's dark curls and the bandages wrapped around his head, ear, and
eye. The rest of him was covered by a hospital gown and blankets, but just the sight of him, and the steady
blip of his heart monitor gave him some peace. Blaine was here with him, was still living and breathing
and loving him. He was going to be all right. He had to be.
"We'll let you get up and sit with him after you let Doctor Burke look at your shoulder, okay, buddy?" Burt
swept back the hair that had fallen back into his eyes and kissed his forehead. The gesture made Kurt
choke up a little. It had been years since his father had done something like that. It wasn't that they
weren't close now. It was just something he'd stopped doing once Kurt had hit middle school and starting
branching out on his own.
Kurt nodded, his eyes still focused on Blaine across the room, as the second woman, Doctor Burke,
introduced herself and asked to look at his shoulder. His lack of response made his father poke him in the
cheek and he was forced to look away from Blaine to focus on the doctor's questions.
"First, we need to make sure none of your nerves were damaged by your bone fracturing. I'm going to
press in on a few different areas and I need you to tell me if you can feel it, okay, Kurt?"
Kurt nodded a little and looked down and to the right to watch as she pressed a finger gently into his skin.
She was very thorough, making his father help him sit up so that she could press at spots along the back of
his shoulder. He was relieved that he could feel all of it, until she moved back to his collarbone and
brushed a finger over the knot that had formed over the break.
A sharp hiss of pain whistled out between his teeth.
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"Sorry," she apologized. "You've got a broken blood vessel on the underside of the bone. They hit you from
above and over the shoulder?" she asked, moving in closer to examine the spot.
Kurt squirmed a little under her gaze, and muttered, "Yeah, with a bat."
Doctor Burke hummed softly at his words and moved over to the table next to the bed. She picked up a big
envelope that Kurt hadn't noticed before and opened it, holding the x-ray up to the lights so that he could
see. "It's a clean break, fortunately, though this bone end," she pointed to the bone piece closer to his
actual shoulder, "has shifted quite a few inches out of place. The best option," she said, turning to look at
them all. "Is going to be a simple out- patient surgery. Nothing extravagant. We can even do it later tonight
once Doctor Fuller comes in. He's the best at this one."
"S- surgery?" Kurt echoed in terror. "But it's just a broken bone "
"It's a very simple procedure, Kurt," Carole cut in gently. "I've helped with them a hundred times before.
The sooner they do it, the sooner it can start to heal properly."
"It'll be all right, buddy," Burt agreed. "I had the same thing back in my football days. It's why I never made
it past high school leagues."
Kurt snorted lightly, then swallowed thickly and nodded. "Okay, what exactly are you going to do?
For the next ten minutes, Doctor Burke explained the procedure and the timeframe for his healing and the
physical therapy he would need after. The only thing Kurt wasn't okay with was leaving the plates and
screws in after it was healed. He understood the necessity to use them to hold his bone in place to heal
properly, but he did not want it setting off metal detectors for the rest of his life. Doctor Burke actually
agreed to his decision, and told him they would still need to stay for several months after everything was
healed so that his shoulder could regain mobility and strength.
All in all he thought he'd gotten off fairly easy. Six to eight weeks in a sling with his shoulder wrapped up
tight, a month of physical therapy depending on how he progressed, and then a second surgery to remove
the hardware once everything was healed. He'd be left with a small scar under the break and nothing
more But from what his dad and Carole explained after Doctor Burke left to set up his procedure, Blaine
would have a lot more to mark the encounter on his body for the rest of his life. There were some parts of
his condition even Doctor Burke wasn't certain about at this point, mainly his eye and potential brain
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trauma. As they helped Kurt out of his bed and to Blaine's bedside, Carole and Burt cautioned him about
how bad Blaine looked right now.
But their words didn't prepare Kurt for what he saw. His vision blurred as he finally got his first real
glimpse of Blaine's swollen and bruised face. Somehow the result of what he'd been subjected to watching
was even worse than the flashes of the attack that were going through his mind. The image of Blaine's
bloody face pressed up against his window, his trembling breaths fogging up the window as the bat
whistled through the air
"Woah!" Burt said in alarm as he swayed a little and started to tear up. Kurt felt his father help him into
the chair next to them, but he couldn't understand half of the words whispered to him soothingly. He
should have done more to help Blaine, to get out of the car or not let him go back for the keys. Should have
made Blaine wait around for him after school so they could go home together instead of to that wretched
apartment. Anything that would have reversed this situation or protected them both until the cops had
come by.
Both Carole and his father leaned down next to his chair and hugged him tightly until his sobs subsided.
When he was calm enough they slowly explained each of Blaine's injuries and how he probably wouldn't
wake up until sometime late tomorrow. But the more they said the heavier the dread in Kurt's stomach
got. If the doctors found something was seriously wrong once Blaine woke up, Kurt didn't know what he
would do. Kurt felt hollow at their words. Physically, Blaine would end up being fine, but what if
something in Blaine's brain was damaged now? What if he forgot everything about what they shared? Or
worse, what if he remembered and shut himself off from Kurt again? Cut Kurt and his family from his life
completely because being happy and opening himself up had once again ended with him in terrible pain.
Kurt sniffled a bit as Carole kissed him on the cheek and dragged one of the other chairs over to sit with
him as Burt did the same. He reached out and took Blaine's hand, having a weird sense of dj vu from
when his father had been here not even a month ago. Like with his father, the hand remained motionless
and limp in his grasp, but that only made him clutch it tighter. Blaine was still warm against his fingers, his
pulse still beating along his wrist as he sat there with him.
"I remember the last time I was in a hospital with him," Carole said from his side, reaching up and
grasping their clasped hands.
"W- what?" Kurt stammered, choking a little on his renewed tears. God, he was a mess.
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Carole turned to him, and offered him a watery smile. There was something in her eyes, different to
anything he was used to seeing directed at Blaine. Kurt wasn't sure what to call it. There was an
overwhelming number of motherly undertones, almost the same look she had when Finn did something
that reminded her of him as a young child, but there was a haunted quality to it. Almost as if she was
seeing past Blaine's facade and the boy he was to the little boy he used to be the person he could have
been if things had been different, but that had been slowly coming to life before her eyes with every day
that passed.
"Before we moved to Lima, me and Finn lived near Westerville. I used to work at the hospital out there,"
Carole started. "I was there the day his mother was brought in. He was there, lost in the halls, looking for
his father," Carole paused to wipe her eyes and allowed herself a little bubbly laugh. "I can't believe I
didn't put it together when I saw the picture of him and his mother, but it was such a long time ago and I
only met him for fifteen minutes. There's always little kids wandering off in a hospital, but I remember
him. He was the sweetest little boy... "
Kurt stared back into her eyes in amazement. He found it almost impossible to believe, but Carole
wouldn't lie about something like this. She'd never lie to him about anything. He glanced at Blaine's
unconscious form, wondering if he even remembered that part of that day. After the story Blaine had told
him earlier he didn't think a six year old boy's memory would have had room for much more than the
tragedy he'd come home to that afternoon.
"You "
The door to the room creaked open behind them. Jim Ferguson and a second officer stepped into the
room.
"Hey, Kurt," Jim greeted as they closed the door. "How's your shoulder?"
Still focused on what Carole had just revealed to him, Kurt stared up at him blankly. He hadn't heard a
word the other man had just said.
Luckily, Burt supplied the answer for him. "He's gonna need some surgery to put his bone right, but
nothing too bad."
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"That's good," Jim replied. He bit his lip and Kurt suddenly knew why they were here. They wanted his
statement about everything that had happened wanted him to relive what was now one of the worst
moments of his life. "Kurt, we were hoping we could talk to you about what happened? While it's still
fresh? We can come back in the morning if you want."
"N- no," Kurt stammered nervously. He took a deep breath. As much as he didn't want to think about it or
relive it, he also realized the sooner it was done the sooner those men could be charged and put away. "I'll
tell you everything now."
"Okay," Jim said as the second officer pulled a notepad and a pen from his pocket and took a seat on the
edge of his empty bed. "First, I just want you to tell us everything starting from say... when you and Blaine
left school?"
"All right," Kurt agreed. Carole clasped his uninjured hand and gave him an encouraging nod as he took a
deep breath to steel his nerves for what he was about to talk his way through.
The first part was easy enough as Kurt explained how Blaine had left first since Kurt had had a French test
to make up. He glossed over the specifics of what him and Blaine had gotten up to, making it sound like
they'd fallen asleep while sitting around doing homework or something, and then woken up late because
of his phone dying. He hoped nobody would question that they'd just fallen asleep, because his blush
would surely give him away and Burt was right there. But once he got to the conversation they'd had
before leaving, and then moving Blaine's things, he started to shake could almost feel himself being
tugged back into that cracked and dreary parking lot when he'd felt on top of the world. Because Blaine
was choosing to come home with him choosing to make his home, their home. Next to him, his father
was tense and grating his teeth as he stuttered through the attack, explaining how they'd come out of
nowhere and he'd dropped his keys and Blaine had returned for them. He could barely talk as he
explained the rest of the encounter, feeling numb and like he was going to explode from fury and pain all
at once.
When he turned to look at Carole and his dad, Carole was crying quietly and Burt was red in the face and
looked more terrifying and furious than Kurt could ever recall him being.
"Was there anybody with Blaine from the time he left school until you arrived at his room?" the second
officer asked.
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Startled, Kurt turned back to them. "No, I- I don't think so," he said uncertainly. "Why?"
Jim looked slightly worried at his answer, and sighed heavily. "It means whatever Blaine did during that
time is mostly likely only backed by his word, and it could easily be turned into him confronting or
provoking them for some reason while nobody was there to see him."
"There's no way in hell Blaine would do that," Burt growled defensively. "After all the other times they've
gone after him "
"What other times?" the second officer cut in sharply. "If they've got a history of this and any of you are
witnesses it'll help his case."
Kurt wiped at his eyes and tried to get a handle on himself as Carole and Burt explained the times they'd
seen Blaine getting assaulted. Kurt put in the various times he'd been there as well once they had finished,
even mentioned the day Blaine had been left there and had the crap beaten out of him and the countless
nights Blaine hadn't slept because of them hollering and trying to break in.
"That's... "Jim cleared his throat and stared over his partner's shoulder at the pages of notes. "That's quite
extensive. It should help."
"I think that's all we'll need for tonight," the second officer decided. "If we have any more questions we'll
contact you."
Jim nodded at his words, and stood up, looking regretful as he dug out his handcuffs. Kurt eyed the glint of
metal in confusion, a prickle of fear grating over his skin. There wasn't any reason for those that he could
think of. They'd done nothing wrong, yet Jim was stepping towards Blaine's bed.
"What are those for?" Kurt demanded, his voice rocketing up an octave and coming out slightly shrill.
"What are you doing?"
"Kurt," Carole said bracingly, and the panic in his chest only increased. This didn't make any sense. "It's
because of his ankle monitor, sweetheart. Bringing him here was out of its range. Until they're absolutely
certain he didn't provoke that fight or anything, they have to make sure he stays in... in place."
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"But it wasn't his fault!" Kurt hollered. "He never did wouldn't do he would have died if they hadn't
brought him here!"
"They know that," Burt assured him, though he sounded just as furious as Kurt felt as they watched Jim fit
the handcuffs around the bed's railing and then Blaine's wrist. "It's part of their protocol until their
investigation is complete."
"He's not even... not even awake," Kurt argued, his heart plummeting at his own words. "He can't go
anywhere regardless."
Carole pulled him into a tight hug as the second officer left to go call the station, but Jim remained behind.
"I hate having to do it," he said resignedly, standing next to Blaine's bedside and watching his unconscious
form. "After everything I've read in his file I just want to make this right. He's found something great with
you guys, I can tell. But making sure he gets it... " Jim shuffled over to Kurt's bed and dropped down onto
the edge of it so that he was facing him. "I'm not going to lie to you. It doesn't look good considering one of
the men is dead. That was a separate confrontation with two of our officers, and they ended up having to
shoot him at close range, but if it goes to trial... most judges aren't sympathetic to teenagers with a record,
and especially not in a case of gay bashing. Not in this part of Ohio. His neighbors' statements don't count
for much, and most of them didn't even glance out to see what was going on or anything. The woman on
the end is the only one worth a damn, and if his grandfather comes back then I don't know what'll
happen."
"His grandfather was here?" Kurt echoed, anger flaring to life in the pit of his stomach. Whatever Cameron
Anderson was doing here would do nothing to help any of them. Any interaction between him and Blaine
would end badly. And after his lack of help keeping Blaine out of a juvenile detention center, Kurt couldn't
see him helping Blaine out now.
"He's still Blaine's emergency contact. Didn't stay long after I got on him," Burt grumbled from next to him.
"Did you look into getting him on any charges?"
"We talked to the one man we caught," Jim answered. "We'll have to get Blaine to confirm some of what
was said. He gave us a direct quote from his grandfather, even identified a picture of him before he asked
why we wanted to know anything. It still won't be enough considering how many judges he's got in his
pocket, but if you uh... hold it over his head, you might be able to get him to give you guardianship of
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Blaine? Or help with anything legal that's going to happen soon. He'll look suspicious if he doesn't do
anything, considering how well know he is as a lawyer."
"That's what I've been thinking about," Carole agreed, and Kurt was so surprised by it he just stared at her
and his father, who was nodding. "I've been thinking about it for a while, even looked some stuff up. Even
without his grandfather's consent, Blaine is seventeen and legally allowed to decide where he lives as long
as he's with a responsible adult."
"Really?" Kurt managed to say. He hadn't known that, had figured Carole and his father would try to keep
Blaine's living situation as quiet as possible until he turned eighteen next October. The idea that Blaine
was actually allowed to live with them without any legal problems was a relief in a way. But the mention
of Cameron Anderson making a mysterious appearance, most likely just to look like he cared so he
couldn't get called on anything, irked him and made him want to bundle Blaine up and tuck him away in
his room at home. Safe from the law, safe from the world's judgement, and safe from his grandfather's
control and harsh outlook.
The door was pushed open and Doctor Burke entered with another doctor, a tall man with dark hair and
thick glasses.
"Kurt, this is Doctor Fuller. He'll be doing your surgery tonight," Doctor Burke said without preamble. Kurt
clumsily shook the man's hand with his left, feeling dizzy and exhausted even though he hadn't even been
awake for two hours yet. Jim said his goodbyes to his father, Carole, and himself, and Doctor Fuller walked
him through the procedure once more.
Ten minutes later Burt was helping Kurt change into a hospital gown, his eyes bugging out of his skull at
the line of hickeys on Kurt's hip bones that his jeans had covered up. Thankfully he was allowed to keep
his boxers on, so he wasn't as humiliated as he could have been. Doctor Fuller returned with a nurse who
helped him onto a gurney. Carole kissed him on his cheek once more, reassuring him that the surgery was
simple. Kurt nodded nervously as he was rolled out of the room, into the elevator and then into a surgery
unit on the fifth floor. Briefly, he wondered if it was the same one Blaine had been in earlier, but had
already been cleaned of his blood and the mess he'd surely made because of his wounds. The
anesthesiologist came over with his anesthesia and he felt the sharp prick of the needle as an oxygen mask
was put over his mouth.
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His eyelids began to get heavy almost instantly. As he started to drift away he wondered if Blaine was still
unconscious, lost in some nightmare from his terrible past or not even dreaming at all. Maybe Blaine
wasn't even capable of dreaming anymore after tonight...
When he woke up for the second time that night, Kurt found himself staring up at the same ceiling tiles in
a mostly dark room It was late, he realized as he looked around and found his father asleep in the chair
next to his bed. His shoulder was wrapped tightly and throbbed dully as he rumpled his blankets and
turned enough so that he could see the distinct outline of Blaine's profile in the bed across the room.
The sight was comforting and painful for him to see. Blaine hadn't changed since he'd left, which was both
a good and a bad thing in a lot of ways. After the numerous times he'd been there for encounters with
those men part of himself had almost started to believe that Blaine was somehow invincible. That while
Blaine's emotional state was shattered and had a million different holes in it, his physical strength and
resistance, his ability to somehow always come out with the upper hand, would never be compromised.
Tears built quickly in his eyes as he looked back up at the ceiling. Everything was so uncertain now. The
fear of losing Blaine to one of a dozen different possibilities was gut-wrenching and made him want to
vomit. If his grandfather didn't ruin things, then his ankle monitor might. If he got cleared off that he could
easily be charged with provoking the assault or countless other things given the record he already had at
seventeen.
The door was pushed open slowly and quietly, but the light from the hall filtering in caught his eye. Carole
and Finn tiptoed inside quickly. Finn nearly rushed the bed and tackled him, but Carole's sharp warning
made him pause. Instead, he got a dainty hug that amounted to Finn making a giant circle with his arms
and lightly pressing his fingertips into Kurt's biceps. Despite his sad mood, Kurt couldn't help but smile at
the gesture.
The rest of the night was spent with Finn yammering away at his bedside while he drifted in and out of
consciousness. His brain was still rather foggy and weird from the anesthesia and on top of that he was
exhausted from the attack and how much he was worrying about Blaine. At some point he must have
dozed off completely because when he woke up again the room's sole window was dazzlingly bright and a
warm strip of sunlight was hitting him in the face.
Kurt had to shield his eyes in order to see around the room. His father had disappeared, and Finn was
passed out on a small cot in the far corner by Blaine's bed. A jolt of hope rippled through him as he looked
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to Blaine, but the other boy hadn't moved at all was still in the same exact position as last night. For a
moment, Kurt listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat through the monitor and tried to take some
comfort in that. If anything worse had happened in the night he would have surely been woken up by the
doctors rushing about.
He yawned loudly as his heart sunk once more. Kurt had no idea what time it was, but he figured it must
be at least noon if the sun's strength was anything to go by. His head was clearer than it had been at any
point yesterday or last night, but he still felt terrible because of the dread of what would happen once
Blaine woke up.
Burt and Carole arrived a few seconds later through the open door, each carrying two trays of food. Kurt's
stomach rumbled painfully as the smell of scrambled eggs hit his nostrils.
"Watch it," Burt warned. "You sound like Finn and Blaine. I don't think we can handle three boys who eat
enough for twenty."
""I do not," Kurt said crossly, eyeing the food tray now placed on the narrow bed table Burt was now
pushing towards him as Carole helped him sit up. Burt moved to wake Finn up, handing off his second tray
and then settling into the chair next to Carole's. "Still no changes?"
Carole and Burt glanced up at him sadly, eyes briefly flickering towards Blaine's side of the room before
Carole spoke.
"No, they stopped the sleeping medications about four hours ago," she explained. "There's still no sign of
brain swelling or anything alarming. Hopefully he'll wake up within the next couple of hours."
Kurt nodded, eyes still focused on Blaine as he started to eat. Finn took the silence that followed as an
opportunity to tell them about his football game last night. Even though he was grateful for some
distraction, Kurt barely listened. He was just glad that the focus wasn't completely on him at the moment.
With both Carole and Burt smiling and listening attentively to Finn give them a play- by- play, Kurt spent
the majority of his meal watching Blaine for the slightest sign of movement. The flicker of an eyelid, the
twitch of a finger. Anything that would loosen the painful knot in his chest and tell him the boy he loved
was still around to fight for what they had.
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The end of their meal came and went. Doctor Burke came to check him out a final time, signed the release
form and then had Burt sign the rest, as was the standard procedure. Kurt was changing back into his
clothes with some help from Finn with his shirt, and adamantly refusing to leave even though Burt and
Carole both insisted that he at least walk around and stretch his legs a bit, when his ears caught a faint
groan from across the room.
His head snapped around, hope flooding through his veins as he stumbled to Blaine's side. Startled, the
others stared after him until Blaine made another faint, pained noise in the back of his throat. Carole
exploded into action and rushed from the room. Kurt assumed she was going to find Doctor Burke, but he
could barely focus on his own body movements long enough to take hold of Blaine's hand where it was
resting on top of his blankets. Another pitiful sound echoed out of Blaine's parted lips and Kurt screwed
his face up against the emotions stirring in his chest.
This was the moment Kurt had been both waiting for and dreading. Everything could change right now.
His entire world could be flipped over and rolled off a cliff or everything could float back down from the
violent tornado it had been sucked into. Burt had moved to the opposite side of the bed with Finn, both
watching Blaine nervously as the door banged open behind them and Carole returned with Doctor Burke.
Doctor Burk quickly moved in front of Burt and Finn, checking a few things on the machines. "Blaine, can
you hear me? If you can hear us squeeze Kurt's hand or blink your eye, okay?"
Another groan, louder this time, and a harsh hiss greeted her words. Kurt gripped Blaine's hand tighter,
and sat on the edge of the bed. "Blaine, it's Kurt. Squeeze back."
Slowly the fingers in his grasp curled around his hand, though the squeeze was so weak Kurt barely felt it.
"Okay, that's great, Blaine," Doctor Burke encouraged. "We need you to open your eye or try to speak if
you can, okay?"
Blaine whimpered a little and Kurt took that as acknowledgement. His heart was beating wildly in his
chest as he watched Blaine's eye slowly move under his eyelid. When Blaine's eyelid pulled apart and
revealed his hazel- green iris, Kurt couldn't hold back his tears anymore. Blaine's eye may still be cloudy
and he was obviously sluggish and incredibly groggy, but he was responding. He could hear and
understand them.
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"Fantastic," Doctor Burke said happily. "I'm going to check your eye, okay?"
After a few seconds of shining the light into Blaine's eye and his subsequent groans, Doctor Burke pulled
back and checked over a few different areas of his face.
Blaine's eye kept drifting shut even though he was blinking repeatedly to try and stay awake. Kurt wiped
his own eyes and bent to kiss him softly on his uninjured cheek and whisper in his ear. "You're safe now,
baby."
"K- k- k- "Blaine's voice was so weak and shaky he stopped, breathing in sharply and then wincing. Kurt
could tell how difficult it was for him to even get his jaw to move with how swollen his face was. The fact
that it was probably still numb didn't help either.
"Shallow breaths," Doctor Burke told him, lightly resting her palm an little bit above his torso. "Don't
inhale any more than this."
Kurt watched nervously as Blaine followed her command, his eye drifting shut once more. He watched
Blaine's dry, cracked lips work furiously as he tried to talk again. This was what he'd been dreading, some
sort of problem, or maybe it was just the medications making him so drowsy so that he couldn't talk
properly.
"K- k- Kur- Kurt," Blaine stammered weakly, his hand tightening around Kurt's more.
"Yeah," Kurt choked out, lifting Blaine's hand to his mouth and resting his cheek against it. "I'm right here.
You need to stay awake for a little bit, please."
Doctor Burke nodded at Kurt encouragingly, seeing that he was getting a better response. "Ask him to
open his eye again."
Kurt nodded and repeated her instructions. After a few seconds Blaine did as he'd asked, his gaze still
looking hazy, but this time his eye wandered around a little, taking in the room or their faces. Kurt wasn't
sure if Blaine could even focus on any of them at all with how groggy he was.
"Do you know who this man is next to me?" Doctor Burke asked Blaine, who was now squinting up at
them. Kurt held his breath as they waited for Blaine's answer. He didn't want to think what it would mean
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if he recognized himself, or Kurt's voice, but couldn't recognize Burt or Carole. Something could be wrong
with Blaine's vision entirely.
"Bur- urt," Blaine muttered, his eye drifting closed again.
"Hey, hey, stay with us," Burt said. "We've been sitting around for hours waiting for you to wake up. Give
us a little show, yeah?"
Blaine's eye slowly opened once more, and Doctor Burke managed to get him to identify Finn and Carole,
before he turned his gaze to his right and Kurt found Blaine's eye trained on him. He could see how much
Blaine was struggling to focus and stay awake, but there was a familiar determination there that Kurt was
so glad to see.
"K- Kur... K-Kurt, y- you o- o- ok- ay?" Blaine asked shakily, and the concern made Kurt's heart want to
burst in his chest. There was Blaine's unwavering love shining back at him through that hazel- green eye,
all of the happiness and hope and the memories of the little world they'd managed to create for
themselves.
"I'm fine, Blaine," Kurt said earnestly. "They didn't get me." He glanced at Doctor Burke, who nodded to
say she was done for now, and pressed a kiss to Blaine's knuckles. "Go back to sleep now. I'll be here when
you wake up."
Blaine groaned in understanding, his eye flickering shut as he managed to whisper, "L- love y- you."
"I love you, too, baby," Kurt replied, no longer able to stop his tears as Blaine drifted back to sleep.
Doctor Burke sighed, though she sounded relieved and satisfied. "That's definitely a good sign. He can
hear, and was able to recognize all of you by sight. His speech might just be from the swelling and
numbness and the medications. When he wakes up again we'll be able to know more on that count, but
that was a great sign that his brain is still functioning properly. He's very lucky in that aspect. Now it's just
the left eye that concerns me." She stood up and went to pull Blaine's chart from the plastic holder on the
door. "If he wakes up again, call me. We'll try to get a bit more from him if possible. Keep him awake
longer, maybe get him to drink and eat a little bit."
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Carole thanked her once more as she left to go add some notes to Blaine's file, but Kurt stayed where he
was, clasping Blaine's hand tightly. The fact that Blaine was almost certainly clear of anything terrible of a
brain related nature was relieving. But there was still the lingering fear in his mind saying that once Blaine
was more aware and awake, had his mindset more ordered, he'd lash out or push him away because of
everything that had happened.
Next to him Carole and Burt embraced tightly, and Finn awkwardly patted Blaine's leg on the other side of
the bed. Kurt wiped at his eyes, and tried not to think about what the next few days or weeks might mean
for them all. He tried not to think about how Blaine might shut him out and never let him back in once he
was fully conscious. Blaine's fingers curled tighter around his hand, and he glanced up expecting Blaine to
be awake again, but he wasn't. Despite his fears he squeezed back, determined to hold on to Blaine for as
long as the other boy or Cameron Anderson would let him and beyond.

The skin on Blaine's face was tingling and itchy when he woke up again. Everything was heavy and his
brain was incredibly groggy and fuzzy as he laid there. It took him a few more minutes until he was fully
awake and once he was, he immediately wished he wasn't. His head was pounding, throbbing really, and
the left side of his face felt weirdly numb and clumsy as if it had been inflated with helium. His jaw was
sore, and ached and creaked loudly in his head when he tried to make it work. Blaine took a slow deep
breath, only to wince as pain seared across his ribs and up his chest. A loud groan fell from his mouth and
he forced himself to stop and try to focus on his breathing.
He knew that feeling. The sharp pains and stabs from his lungs expanding and stretching his ribs when
they couldn't handle the movement. At least one, probably two or three of his ribs were broken then.
Perfect. After a few moments of relaxing and remembering what he'd been told when he'd woken up in
the hospital after the Sadie Hawkins dance years ago, he worked on opening his eye.
A blurry, dark hospital room greeted him. Something shifted against the sheets next to his hip and with
some struggle he turned his head enough to look down. Kurt's head was resting next to him on the bed,
their hands intertwined tightly as the other boy drooled quietly on the blanket. Something hot and painful
constricted in his chest that had nothing to do with his broken ribs. Just the sight of Kurt sleeping brought
everything back from... last night? A few days ago? He wasn't sure hold long he'd been out, but the fact that
it had happened at all filled him with fury.
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Why couldn't things go his way just once? Why did his happiness always lead to disaster?
Kurt grunted loudly and Blaine lowered his gaze back to the other boy his boyfriend. Even the thought of
the term made his face flush. But with the flush came a burst of pain along his left cheek, shooting from his
jaw to his eye. A sharp hiss of pain whistled through his teeth and he squeezed his good eye shut, waiting
for the pain to subside. Only it didn't. The ache didn't increase, but it didn't dissipate either. It steadily
throbbed and seared up and down the left half of his face, sometimes even shooting little sharp tingles
across his nose.
Just the thought of how bad his face looked made Blaine grimace. He remembered a fair portion of what
had happened. The crack of a glass bottle against the top of his head, the blurred vision and dizziness as
he'd been dragged towards the car and slammed into it face first. But mostly he remembered the
overwhelming fear of what would happen once he was down, once he was unconscious and bleeding to
death in a dark, cracked parking lot and Kurt was left on his own. Blaine had no doubt none of his
neighbors would be any help. They probably hadn't even looked out to see what the commotion was about
or bothered to call the cops about the noise. They'd never bothered before.
Kurt snorted a little and rolled his face more into the blanket, gently nuzzling his cheek against their
joined hands. A hard lump made its way into Blaine's throat at the unconscious gesture. Somehow,
someway, Kurt was fine. He'd made it out and they were both alive. He didn't understand how it was
possible after those last few seconds he remembered, but here they were safe and sound, if a little beaten
up.
Heaviness started to seep into his head again, and he let his eye drift closed once more as his face and
chest throbbed. Maybe some more sleep would make the pain stop or at least dull it some...
A loud, grunting snore sounded from the corner by the foot of his bed and his eye fluttered open again. It
was too dark to make out the people sleeping over there, but he was almost certain that snore belonged to
Finn. He'd heard it more than once over the past week, but from what he could see there were at least two
people over there. The snoring continued, echoing and thunderous, and Blaine knew he wouldn't fall back
asleep with that racket going until he was completely exhausted once more.
He let his head loll to the side so that he could watch Kurt sleep, content just to know the boy he loved was
safe and fine. That by taking the majority, perhaps even all of the physical assault, Kurt had been saved
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from too much injury. At least physically. The sight of Kurt's tearful, hysterical face flashed once through
his head, the slap of Kurt's hand against the window as the bat had connected with his face one final time
A little alarm went off on one of his monitors as his heart thudded wildly in his chest. Stop thinking about
it, he scolded himself. He had more than enough painful memories to live with. The sooner he closed this
one off and forgot about it, the better they'd all be. The blip slowly steadied out, but he was positive
someone would come rushing in at any moment.
A few seconds later he wasn't surprised when Carole, in her nurse's uniform, came bustling inside. He
tried to talk, but his jaw still wasn't working properly. A string of incoherent noises fell from his lips as she
rushed to his side and started checking various things on the monitors.
Some doctor was there a moment later, checking him out as well, and finally deciding his rapid heartbeat
increase was nothing drastic. Something caused from a nightmare or the disorientation from waking up.
As the man left, Carole dropped down next to him on the opposite side as Kurt, taking his other hand into
hers. He kept trying to speak, but the words were lodged in his throat and his lips and mouth didn't feel
like anything at all right now.
"Shhh, just relax, sweetheart," Carole soothed gently. "You've had a rough couple of days. Take your time,
okay?"
He swallowed thickly and screwed up what little strength he had, focusing on moving his mouth to get the
words he needed to say out.
"A- al- ways y- you," he stammered softly, but he could tell by the way her eyebrows knitted together in
the middle of her forehead that she'd heard him and didn't understand what he meant. Even to his own
ears what he'd just stuttered sounded stupid, but getting much more out wasn't going to be easy. Just
those two words made his temples throb angrily.
"Always me?" Carole echoed in confusion, moving her chair a little bit closer so at least he wouldn't have
to project him voice so much.
Blaine tried to nod, but it only made his head hurt more. God, he hated this. Why couldn't his mouth and
brain just work together seamlessly when he really needed them to? Still, he tried once more.
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"W- when- ever n- n- need you," he paused and swallowed letting his jaw relax so that he could force the
next words through. "Here," he let his gaze travel around the room, hoping she'd understand he meant not
just this hospital, but the last one. "A- and here." With a great effort he raised their clasped hands, not
daring to let them drop down onto his chest over his heart, but something held his hand down and rattled
against the bed. Even as something seemed to shift in her gaze at his words and gesture, his gaze fell on
the handcuff slapped around his left wrist and attached to the bed.
His ankle monitor would be the reason for that. The hospital was miles and miles from his apartment and
definitely not in a three mile radius. Coming here had set the damn thing off and now the cops were going
to be all over him.
"I... I didn't think you'd remember that," she whispered in surprise, and he looked up to find her own gaze
on his handcuffed wrist. He'd worried about that later once he knew what exactly had happened after he'd
been knocked unconscious. "It was such a long time ago. I'd forgotten it myself until recently."
"E- eas- i- ly forget- table," Blaine murmured, his throat feeling dry and scratchy, but compared to how it
hadn't felt like anything ten minutes, he'd take it.
Carole looked heartbroken at his self- depreciating words. Her eyes were shining faintly in the light from
the hall, and she was shaking her head in disagreement.
"No, you're not, Blaine, even if you might think it after... everything you've been through," Carole said
sincerely. "You're so much more, so much stronger and incredible than I think even Kurt knows." She
paused and brushed some of his curls off his bandages, and even if he'd wanted to, Blaine couldn't have
looked away. It had been years since an adult he'd trusted had ever praised him or told him he was
worthwhile. Even before his grandfather had known he was gay the man had still turned up his nose and
lectured him endlessly about every little thing he didn't like about him. But Carole... Carole was like his
mother. Or at least, what he thought his mother would be like if she was still alive to see him now.
A swell of emotion expanded in his chest at the thought. God, his mother wouldn't even recognize him
anymore. Not even when these scars and bruises healed and faded. He was nothing like the little boy she'd
left behind and sometimes he hated himself for it.
"You were one of the sweetest little boys I've ever met," Carole continued after a moment, and Blaine felt
his throat constrict more at her words. He wasn't anymore though. "You still are, even though you like to
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hide it from everyone. The way you are with Kurt... it blows me away to know everything that's happened
to you hasn't completely obliterated the boy I remember. You've done so much for Kurt for all of us. I'm
so grateful you've come back into my life and have made Kurt the happiest he's ever been. I'm so thankful
I've got the chance to love both of you."
Blaine's vision blurred again, but this time it wasn't because of his head, or pain, or sleepiness. After a
moment of letting the tears pool in his eye, he tugged his hand from Kurt's grasp to wipe his eye. The
movement made Kurt shift and groan and once he realized that Blaine's hand was missing his head shot
up and he looked around wildly.
"K- kurt," Blaine called softly.
Kurt's head whipped around so fast his neck cricked, but then his eyes locked with Blaine's and all the
tears Blaine had just wiped away started pooling in his eyes again.
"Hi," Kurt said softly, eyes bright as he got out of his seat quickly, wobbling a bit from being off- balance
because of the sling his arm was in. Kurt settled next to him onto the bed, taking hold of his hand again as
Carole rose to her feet.
"I'll go get you something to eat, okay, Blaine?" Blaine nodded a little, never taking his eyes off of Kurt as
Carole gave his hand another squeeze and left the room.
"You h- hurt your a- arm," Blaine whispered as the door snapped shut. Part of him was relieved to hear
some of the steadiness returning to his voice, but it still irked him that he couldn't quite get his tongue
around his words. He hoped it was just how groggy he was right now, because if this stammering was
permanent it was going to drive him nuts.
Kurt glanced down at his shoulder briefly, before he leaned forehead and tentatively rested their
foreheads together. While his mouth and jaw were regaining sensation, Blaine didn't even feel the warmth
of Kurt's skin against his, just a slight pressure. Even with how bizarre and eerie it felt, it was still
comforting to feel Kurt's warm breath brushing over the parts of his face beginning to tingle with
sensation.
"It's nothing major," Kurt reassured him. "They already patched me up while you were out."
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"H- how long?" Blaine asked.
"They brought us in yesterday evening," Kurt told him. He heard Kurt gulp and a few tears fell from Kurt's
eyes onto his cheek and bandages. The fact that he barely felt it was strange and made his skin crawl. He
didn't like any of this at all. "I was... I was scared that you had that you were "
" 'm n-not," Blaine cut in, and he wanted nothing more than to tilt his mouth up and kiss Kurt, but his
entire neck felt like it was made from hot wax. At most he could make his head loll from side to side, but
any type of lifting wasn't working at all. He was just too weak right now. The very thought made him
cringe.
Kurt took a shaky, deep breath and pulled back to wipe his nose on his sleeve. "I know that now, but last
night, Blaine... y- you were just lying there and you weren't moving or or "
Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand tightly, even as his own flashes from yesterday rippled through his mind.
He'd been through things like this before, unfortunately. While it was still hard and terrifying, his past
experiences made it a little easier to accept and come to terms with the situation. But Kurt... he'd never
asked, but he was almost positive the other boy had never experienced anything quite like what had
happened to them last night.
"C- come here, Kurt," Blaine requested, tugging a little on Kurt's hand until the other boy stood up and
slowly and carefully laid down on his left side in the small space next to Blaine.
"I'm not hurting you am I?" Kurt asked worriedly as he settled down next to him.
Blaine let his head roll to the side so that he could look Kurt in the eyes again. It was lucky his good eye
was on this side. Otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to see Kurt's face at all. "I'm fine," Blaine told
him quietly. He called it a small victory that he finally didn't stutter for once.
Kurt's good arm curled around his upper arm loosely and he let his head tilt down until it was resting on
Blaine's shoulder. "I love you," Kurt told him, and there was something unbearably nervous in his tone.
It took Blaine a few seconds to figure it out, but then he remembered his explosive reaction to the break-
in. The way he'd shut Kurt and Carole out completely and thrown them out of his apartment. The
hesitancy in Kurt's tone, the scared tremor of his voice, made him realize that as bad as his physical
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condition was, it was nothing next to the emotional turmoil they were both feeling. Kurt was scared of
losing him still, even though he was physically okay. He was scared of Blaine shutting him out again,
maybe even forever. And Blaine was scared that somehow they would still end up losing each other in the
aftermath of last night. The handcuff chaining him to the bed definitely wasn't a good sign.
But there was absolutely no way he could turn away from all of this now. There was no way he wasn't
going to fight to keep this group of loving, caring people in his life. Even if he got hurt, or his heart ended
up breaking, he wouldn't turn away from Kurt or Carole or Burt or even Finn now. Without them his heart
wouldn't even be able to be broken, because Kurt would have never helped him mend it if he hadn't given
this a chance.
As much as it terrified Blaine to admit it, he needed them now more than ever. Needed their support and
love that they'd so generously offered to him with no expectation of it being returned. Except he wanted to
return it wholeheartedly, and that scared him even more because ever instinct he had was screaming at
him to still turn his back and run once he had the chance.
Blaine let his head droop down some more until his uninjured cheek was resting against Kurt's hair. His
eye fluttered shut as Kurt sighed at the touch. "I love you, too."
At some point they must have dozed off because the next thing Blaine was aware of was Carole gently
coaxing him awake. The smell of something delicious hit his nostrils and his stomach rumbled so loudly
Kurt jerked awake at his side. They both winced at the sudden movement. Kurt because he'd
unintentionally jostled his healing shoulder and Blaine because Kurt's hand had pressed against his ribs as
it had retracted from the bed.
"Sorry," Kurt apologized. "If your stomach wasn't also so hungry it wouldn't have happened."
"Exactly," Blaine murmured, his voice not nearly up to its usual biting tone, but he kept the banter going
just the same. "You s- should be m- more than used to it by n- n- now."
He was pretty sure some of the sass in that comment was lost because of the shaky stutter, but he could
actually feel his tongue and most of his mouth again. That had to be a good sign even if some of his
stammering was still persisting. Carole helped Kurt off the bed and into one of the chairs, setting one of
the trays she'd wheeled in on his table and demanding that he eat.
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"I won't have you not eating anything now that Blaine's awake," she told him as she pressed a button on
the side of Blaine's bed that raised him into a sitting position. While the movement didn't put any strain on
his ribs, it was still slightly uncomfortable for his torso for some reason he couldn't place. The sudden shift
make him dizzy and the room seemed to tilt and blur for a moment.
But Carole was by his side, sitting on the edge of his bed and clasping his hand tightly. "Shh, relax,
sweetheart. Just close your eyes and let your head get used to it, okay?" she reassured him for the next
couple of minutes as the ache in his head dissipated some and when he blinked his eye open he found the
room was back to its normal self.
Still, the crease in Carole's brow told him that she was still worried about something with his condition as
she held the straw in the glass of water to his lips and encouraged him to drink. He did as she requested,
slowly drinking the glass of water and then moving on to some chicken broth and even some of the
noodles in the soup. But as hungry as he was, he didn't think he could stomach much more than that.
Kurt finished relatively quickly and seated himself on the other side of the bed and something like panic
awoke in Blaine's chest. He could hear Carole fine on his right side, could even hear some of what Kurt was
saying, but there wasn't even static in his left ear. Just an eerie silence that made him nervous and feel off-
balance. How he hadn't noticed it before was beyond him, but now that he had he couldn't focus on
anything else.
"C- can't hear," he choked out, refusing the next spoonful of broth and turning to Carole. Nobody had told
him exactly what his list of injuries were, but he'd already figured out quite a few from the various places
that were throbbing.
"What?" Kurt bolted out of his seat in alarm, but Carole was already cutting off what he was going to say
next.
"It's your left ear?" At Blaine's weak nod, she continued. "The eardrum was ruptured. Not severely,
fortunately, but it's going to take several weeks to heal at least. Normally the ear rings a lot when that
happens, but it can also fade in and out or you might not be able to hear for a while. I'll make a note for the
doctor to keep an eye on it. Make sure you let us know if it changes."
Blaine nodded mutely again and relaxed back into his bed some more. The thought of not being able to
hear, even in one ear, terrified him. Hearing was one of the main senses he'd relied on during his time in
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juvie and again these past six months living at Forestwood. He couldn't afford to not be able to hear on
one side if he was going back to that madhouse.
Carole seemed to realize his worry because she set aside the bowl and talked him through each of his
injuries, explaining the healing time for each and possible problems or complications. Blaine listened
numbly to the list, watching Kurt's face show exactly what he was really feeling. At the very least if he did
get locked away again, they'd have to wait until some of these were fully healed. He'd seen for himself how
other boys had had stitches ripped from their skin by the top guys in there. It wasn't long after one
particular incident that they'd made an official rule that they couldn't lock anyone away without a full
physical examination saying they were healthy, mostly so they wouldn't get sued by anyone again.
By the time she finished, Kurt looked unnerved, but Blaine was quickly calculating a set time frame for
when they'd throw him back to the wolves. Or maybe... maybe this time since he was seventeen, nearly an
adult in legal terms, they'd just toss him in a real prison and be done with it. He gulped at the thought and
looked away from both of them, the handcuffs rattling slightly as he tugged his hands closer to his body. It
hadn't escaped his notice that Carole had left out anything involving the cops and their investigation,
reports, and what had happened to their attackers. If she hadn't mentioned it, then it must be bad. Bad
for him. As much as he wanted to know what was in store for him, he really couldn't bring himself to ask
right now. Not when everyone including himself was just relieved that he was all right.
The rest of Sunday was a blur for Blaine. For the most part he slept, waking occasionally to eat or meet
with whichever doctor was on call at the moment. Burt ended up forcing both Finn and Kurt to leave that
night because they had school the following morning, but when Blaine woke up again on Monday morning,
Kurt was by his bedside. Judging by the fact that both of their backpacks were in the chair next to Kurt,
Blaine figured the other boy had at least gone in to let the school know what was going on and to collect
any work they had for the next however many days.
Carole stopped by during her lunch hour and stayed with them, changing the bandages around Blaine's
ear and eye and noting that some of the swelling was starting to go down, although the bruising was still
extensive. She also stretched out his legs for a little bit since the doctors told him it would still be a while
before they'd try letting him walk around. His ear, on the other hand, had started to ring faintly the
previous night, which Doctor Burke had said was a good sign although it was driving him crazy.
Burt showed up right after lunch, fresh from his first shift back at the shop. He looked tired, but happy
from what Blaine could tell, though personally he didn't think Burt could quite finish a full shift there for a
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few more weeks. This morning had probably only been four or five hours at most, but the other man was
sweaty and kept drifting out of the conversation Kurt insisted on keeping up. Not long after Carole
returned, now in her street clothes and ready to spend the next few hours sitting with them.
It was late in the afternoon when a group of unexpected visitors appeared in his doorway. Blaine wasn't
surprised to see two cops there, one he was certain was the guy Kurt had known the one time they'd been
hounded, and the other he didn't recognize. A moment later, he didn't even care that they were there to do
whatever to him, because his grandfather had stepped through the doorway behind them, looking as
haughty and distinguished as ever. Blaine's blood ran cold as the door closed with a faint snap.
What the hell was he doing here? It's not like he gave a damn about him at all. His anger started clawing at
his insides as he met the man's gaze. The man who had abandoned him and left him in the hell he'd barely
survived. There was nothing in his grandfather's eyes as they looked at each other. A stranger on the
street would show more emotion towards him than his grandfather would.
The slightly familiar cop stepped forward and Blaine flinched on instinct and shifted away from the man
as much as he could. He hated cops. They'd done nothing but harass him and make him miserable for
years. To them he was little better than a wad of gum they'd stepped in.
"Hi, Blaine. I'm Jim Ferguson," the man greeted, and even though he sounded cheerful and looked nice,
Blaine hated him immediately because of the badge shining on his chest. "I'm not sure how much Carole,
Burt, or Kurt have told you yet about our investigation "
"They haven't said a thing and I haven't asked," Blaine growled. He eyed Jim's impassive face for a moment
and then tugged at the handcuff on his left wrist. "Judging by this it's nothing good for me."
"We're here to remove that actually," Jim told him, and when Blaine still looked at him distrustfully he
stood up, walked around to the far side of the bed. "I'll probably be back in a few days to remove your
ankle monitor as well."
He made a move to hold Blaine's wrist and Blaine jerked his hand away as much as he could. This didn't
make any sense at all to him. He still had three weeks left with that damn thing. All of the drama from his
hospital trip would only exacerbate the problems surrounding its removal, especially with his record
added into the mix.
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"Why?" he demanded harshly. "Since when do any of you have a del- l- linqu- quent's b- best int- ter- e-
ests at heart?" Carole stepped around Jim and tried to rub his arm, but he glared up at her as well. "Don't,"
he snapped. He turned back to Jim and the second cop, catching sight of his grandfather's disapproving
look over his shoulder. "They're here to give me answers and I want them now. Since when does any type
of investigation go in my favor? In favor of a gay delinquent in Ohio?"
"Oh, come now, Blaine. There's no need to be so hostile and rude," his grandfather's clear, crisp voice
echoed from behind the officers and Blaine gritted his teeth and fought down the urge to hit anything he
could reach. Just the sound of his voice brought back all the memories from his first night on his own. The
thud of his trunk being carelessly dropped onto the pavement. The snap of the car doors, a worthless key
being handed to him, and then the hateful, painful words directed at him not long after. He would never
forget the hoots of laughter that had greeted his grandfather's harsh slurs, or the way Cameron had looked
at those men the same ones who had landed him in the hospital not caring about what they might do
and then left him there to fend for himself. To be beaten to a bloody pulp as he struggled to find a way to
barricade his front door because the lock hadn't worked.
From the foot of his bed, Burt growled angrily in the back of his throat as his grandfather stepped forward
and continued talking. The look on the man's face said it all to Blaine. The charming, empty smile that had
fooled countless jurors, but had never fooled Blaine was in place. Nothing had changed between them, not
that he'd wanted it to.
"There's still a few things left to get sorted out with the police, but most of it's taken care of. Though I have
to say, this repetition is getting quite old," Cameron said sternly. "I don't know what to do with you
sometimes." He smiled wider then, but his eyes flickered and darkened and it was a look Blaine knew so
well, even if it had been months since he'd seen it.
It was the same taunting look he'd seen in the parking lot on that warm May evening. The one that was
just daring him to snap back or say any ounce of the actual truth just so he could be shot down and feel the
hopelessness all over again. Just so he could prove who had the power and that no matter what he said
he'd always look like an insolent, troublesome, little child that was ungrateful for his grandfather's help,
time and time again. Blaine clenched his jaw and said nothing, because it was futile to even bother
responding. Nobody would ever believe him next to his grandfather. Not with his record and tendencies
not when his grandfather was on the side of the law and had a hundred judges at his beck and call.
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As he stared at his grandfather, Jim asked for his wrist to remove the handcuff. Slowly, Blaine extended it,
hearing the metal clink gently as it slide along the railing. A few minutes later, he'd regained the use of his
left arm and was being talked through everything. One of the men, shot down by an officer, was dead. Two
were now in custody, one caught on the night of the attack, and the other found this morning, passed out
drunk in an alley a few blocks away. They would need them to identify the man, but they seemed certain
that he was one of the two they were looking for still. The fourth was still unaccounted for. His
grandfather had stepped into the fray, made sure the death was placed on the police department entirely,
had made sure his ankle monitor going off was put down to a life or death situation, and generally made it
look like he truly cared about him. Only he didn't. By the time they had finished explaining everything,
Blaine knew his grandfather's legal involvement was as much for his own sake as it was for his. If he
looked like he cared and did everything within his power to help then nobody would suspect him of
anything awful.
Blaine kept his face blank as the two men stood up and said their goodbyes for the night. They'd be back
within the week to remove his ankle monitor, although right now it was turned off and completely useless.
As Jim Ferguson brushed past his grandfather he shot the man a dirty look, and for a moment Blaine
almost felt a little fond of the man. Even if there was nothing he could do about anything, at least he didn't
buy the act. If he was the one that was friends with Kurt's dad then he probably knew more about Blaine's
life than Blaine would ever want him to.
The second cop tugged the door open and stepped out. With a final wave Jim followed him, only to
stumble and jerk to the side with a shout.
"Whoa, little one! No need to take out my knees!"
Blaine was confused by the remark, mostly because it was hard to see from the position his bed was in,
but when his grandfather looked alarmed and spun around he thought he had his answer. His heart jolted
painfully as a little girl, with her golden blond curls in two braids over either shoulder, came bounding
into the room.
"Blaine's in here, isn't he?" she demanded as Cameron stepped in front of her.
"Lily Marie, I told you to stay outside "
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"I want to see my brother," she sassed back, and even though Blaine couldn't see her through his
grandfather's body he could just picture the way she was jutting her chin out right now as she glared
fiercely up at him.
"Lily?" Blaine called. He hated how scared and timid his voice sounded in that moment. It had been almost
three years since he'd seen her. The fact that she even remember him at all made something tight coil
around his heart.
"Blaine! I knew it!" Lily squealed. Before Cameron could stop her she darted around him, ducking her his
arm, and flew towards the bed. "One of the doctors outside said your name and what happened to
your face?"
"Lily!" Cameron scolded, his voice angry and fierce. "Do not touch him!"
"But "
"I said no," he continued harshly. "We're leaving."
Even as Burt stepped forward, Blaine couldn't take his eyes off his sister. God, she'd grown so much in the
past few years. Gone was the awkward, round faced seven year old with no front teeth and in her place
was a tall, gangly nine year old. Her hair was a lot longer and a little darker, but her eyes were the same as
ever. The same hazel- green as his, only wide and innocent and very upset and worried at the moment.
He'd always loved that they had the same colored eyes. It was the only physical similarity they shared and
even when someone hadn't believed they were brother and sister they'd get a glimpse of their sparkling
eyes and immediately changed their minds.
"You're not going anywhere until I've got some answers," Burt snapped and Lily spun around to stare up
at him in surprise.
Blaine looked over, too, and at Burt's small nod realized at least part of his motive right now was to give
him a chance to see Lily. He'd never directly spoken to Burt about her, but somehow, probably through
Kurt, he already seemed to know.
Cameron turned away from him and Lily, and eyed Burt critically. "There's nothing we need to discuss."
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"Yes, there is," Burt argued. He looked at Lily pointedly. "About Blaine's future and school situation."
His grandfather seemed to take the hint when he caught that look towards Lily. Blaine knew he wouldn't
want Burt to say anything about May to her, or why he'd just left him there on his own in front of her. That
would lead to a lot of difficult questions, because his sister was constantly questioning everything.
Especially because Lily had always been incredibly fond of him since their father and her mother had been
very aloof. He'd taken to teaching her and helping her when he could. Even read her to sleep the way his
own father had when he was younger.
"Fine," Cameron decided. "Lily, stay in here. Don't touch "
"It's not going to hurt her to touch him!" Kurt snapped angrily, and the sound of his voice made Blaine
jump. He'd forgotten Kurt was there because he'd been so silent until now. But the sound of Kurt's voice
also made him flinch a little. The high pitch was enough to make his grandfather looked surprised and
then disgusted as he eyed Kurt's clothes and hair. He could already see the words forming in his
grandfather's mind the same ones he'd thrown at him not long ago.
"Don't you " Blaine started, but Kurt grabbed his hand and he stopped, wincing from the way his ribs had
just seared.
Burt looked angrier than Blaine had ever seen him as he directed Cameron from the room and into the
hallway without a word. He didn't even notice until he heard the door snap shut because he was so
focused on controlling his breathing so that his ribs would stop aching so much.
"You're hurt really bad, aren't you?" Lily whispered as she hoisted herself up onto the bed by his thigh and
sat down. "What... what happened, Blaine?"
"I- it looks worse than it is," Blaine said quietly as Kurt squeezed his hand and helped him relax back into
the bed.
Lily's eyes narrowed skeptically at his words and she immediately turned to Kurt. "He's lying, isn't he?"
Kurt looked surprised to be directly addressed, and even a little nervous to be put into that position
between lying to her or backing up Blaine's words. "What makes you think that?"
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"Because he always lies about how hurt or upset he is," Lily said smartly. "It's bad, isn't it?"
"It's not great," Kurt supplied with a quick glance at Blaine.
Blaine attempted to roll his eyes at the exchange, but then winced when his left eye throbbed angrily. It
was so like both of them to immediately gang up on him and tell each other that everything he said was
worse than it was. He'd had similar injuries before much worse ones regarding his ribs this wasn't
anything new or difficult. At least not to him.
"You're going to be okay, though?" Lily asked him, turning back to Blaine and biting her lip. For a moment
Blaine swore she'd shrunk down to the little six year old that had sat in the same spot after the Sadie
Hawkins incident. He wondered how much of those weeks she even remembered, but she obviously
remembered something with how scared she looked right now.
"I'll be fine," he reassured her, extending a shaky arm to twirl one of her braids. "It'll be a few months until
everything's good, but don't count me out yet, all right?"
"And then you get to come home?" Lily persisted. "Or do you only have to stay here for a little bit and then
you get to come home?"
"I no," Blaine swallowed thickly even as his throat tightened and his heart beat painfully in his chest. God,
why did she always have to ask so many questions? How was he ever going to explain this to her?
Her entire face fell at that word, and if Blaine's heart hadn't been shattering inside his chest before, it
certainly was now. He could barely feel the pain in his head and face over how much his chest was aching
at the look on his sister's face. His baby sister. The sibling he hadn't really wanted or known what to do
with until she'd given him her first smile, her first laugh. The way she used to wrap her arms and legs
around his own leg and giggle as he walked around the house with her in tow.
It hurt to even think about all of the memories he'd done his best to block out, but he couldn't ignore it
with her sitting right there beside him. She was here and real and about to disappear from his life again,
probably even for good.
"But... are you going back to Dalton then?"
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"No," Blaine choked out, and he hated how much he wanted to cry right then. How he just wanted to tug
her into his arms and sob and never let her get away from him again. But he couldn't. That would only
scare her more and probably hurt him further. "I don't go to Dalton anymore, Lily."
"But then... Blaine, I don't understand," Lily said in annoyance. "We're here to see you and then take you
home. Where else are you going to go?"
"I... " Blaine paused and shut his eye, taking a shaky breath to try and steady himself for what he was about
to tell her. He'd always hated disappointing her or giving her bad news, and he had no idea what his
grandfather had been telling her about his whereabouts, but he figured it was a lie. Telling her that he was
never coming back to her home was going to be devastating and then trying to explain why was only going
to make things worse. "I am going home once I leave here," he started slowly and he bit the inside of his lip
to stop the humorless laugh from escaping at the way her face brightened. "Lily, my... my home and y-
your home... they aren't the same place anymore."
Her face fell once more and the look was even worse than it had been a minute ago. Blaine almost wished
he was back in the parking lot and getting the crap beaten out of him and having half his face caved in
because this was so much worse, so much more painful and agonizing. There was no easy way to say
goodbye to his sister. But at least he was getting the chance to now. Whether that was a good thing or not,
he honestly didn't know. Nothing about it felt good.
"Why?" she asked quietly. Blaine could already see the tears forming in her eyes, but he knew she was
going to do her best to hold them back. She'd always done her best to keep her tears from falling.
"Grandfather would want you to "
"That's the thing of it, Lil," Blaine cut in. "He... he doesn't want me. N- not anymore."
Blaine had to look away from her after he said that. He felt so ashamed even though he knew he shouldn't.
It wasn't his fault their grandfather was a homophobic bastard. There wasn't anything he'd done wrong to
bring this on himself, but it still felt like it. It still felt like it was his fault because all of the anger and hate
was directed at him and who he was.
His gaze fell on Kurt and if anything that only made him feel worse. There were tears in his eyes, too.
Tears that Blaine couldn't handle or deal with sympathy he didn't want and shouldn't have. He turned
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back to Lily, who was looking so heartbroken and little and lost, and decided to explain as best he could
before she started asking him questions.
"You remember those Disney princess movies you love so much?" She nodded silently and scooted up the
bed towards him, clutching his biceps in a death grip as though she was terrified if she let him go she'd
never see him again. He hated having to remind himself that she wouldn't. "Remember how all those girls
like boys and fall in love with a prince?" Another nod. "Well, sometimes... sometimes girls like other girls
and fall in love with them," Blaine continued, looking back over to Kurt as he spoke. "Sometimes boys like
boys and they fall in love, too."
"Oh," Lily said simply, quietly. "You're gay."
Blaine startled a bit at how bluntly she'd said that, but she'd never really been one for tact. For a moment
he was sure she was going to pull away in disgust, was sure their grandfather had filled her head with a
ton of anti-gay bullshit and hatred, but she snuggled down against his arm a little more and sniffled.
"You... you know what that means?" Blaine said in surprise and Lily sat up and rolled her eyes.
"God, Blaine, I'm nine, not stupid," she said in exasperation. After a second she explained, "The boy in my
class that keeps trying to kiss me has two dads. They're really nice, but grandpa doesn't like them at all."
"He keeps trying to what?"
"Don't worry," she continued loftily. "Boys are icky. No offense."
"You kick him in the nads if he tries anything "
"Ew," Lily muttered. "I don't want my foot there!"
Carole and Kurt both laughed at her words, and even Blaine could forget for a moment how this
conversation and visit was going to end, because she didn't care. The fact that he was gay meant nothing
to her. It was just part of who he was, not some big travesty like it was to their grandfather.
Lily slid up the bed a little more and looked at Kurt. "If he's not your boyfriend he should be," she told
Blaine sternly. "He's got pretty eyes. Nice people always have pretty eyes. You should keep him."
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"He is," Blaine said softly, lacing his fingers through Kurt's and holding on tight. "It might have taken me a
while to realize it though."
"Well you are kind of stupid sometimes," Lily replied, and Blaine couldn't stop his laughter even though it
hurt and felt out of place. She hadn't changed a bit since the last time he'd seen her.
"I've missed you," he murmured. As soon as Blaine said it the words fell like a heavy weight into the pit of
his stomach. He was going to keep missing her, too. For months or years or the rest of his life. After today
he'd probably never see her again. After today Cameron would take her home and fill her head with lies
for the next however many years until she wanted nothing to do with him either.
Blaine didn't realize Lily was crying until she spoke again.
"I'm never going to see you again, am I?" she whispered tearfully.
He didn't want to answer that question, didn't want to lie just to make her feel better or say no when it
would break her heart. He looked at Carole, silently watching them and looking tearful and just as
heartbroken as he felt. Then he looked to Kurt, who gave him a small, bittersweet smile. If either of them
had a better answer they didn't offer it. Nobody could give him any sort of hopeful answer.
"I don't know," he said honestly.
Lily's tears continued to fall silently as they laid there, but his own wouldn't come. He felt more hollow
and numb than ever before. After the beating he'd just had, after all the shit he'd been through he finally
had Lily back, but only for a moment. As soon as that door opened up again she'd be whisked away from
him after she'd been tauntingly dangled in front of him. He didn't want the door to his room to open,
didn't want to feel his heart shatter all over again like it always did when he let himself love anyone.
On his left side, Kurt squeezed his hand tighter and Blaine's throat tightened even more. How long was it
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Chapter Twenty-Six
As Burt shut the door to Blaine's room behind him, he tried to keep Carole's last glance in mind. Tried to
put the obvious warning and caution at the forefront of his mind as he led Cameron into the empty room
next to Blaine's, but it was difficult. Everything about the man in front of him made him furious, and it took
every ounce of his willpower to not curl his hands into fists and start swinging. But he knew he couldn't.
Not right now, probably not ever. Burt wanted what was best for Blaine and that meant keeping his
temper in check with the man who had control over Blaine's life.
As soon as the room's door was closed, Burt tried to come up with a civil way to start this conversation.
Nothing came to mind, though, since he really had nothing pleasant to say to the bastard standing before
him. Fortunately, Cameron seemed to be much better at this than he was. Not that Burt would ever admit
it.
"You seem rather... fond of Blaine," Cameron observed. He eyed Burt appraisingly for a moment as he
replied.
"Only an idiot wouldn't cherish that boy," Burt snapped, and he'd already lost his temper before, in
Blaine's room. But now he was losing what little control he had managed to force himself to have of it once
they'd left Blaine's room. Everything this man said made him grit his teeth and clench his fists. It was
going to take a miracle for this to end without him hitting the other man.
"Your son seems to share the sentiment," Cameron sneered, and the emphasis he placed on son made
Burt's blood boil hotter. Kurt was more of a man a better man than Cameron ever would be. It had
taken Burt two seconds within coming face to face with Cameron for the first time to realize that.
"Don't you dare mock my son," Burt growled. "All three of my boys are perfect as they are. Blaine doesn't
need to fit into your pitiful idea of what a real man is. He certainly didn't need you to become the man he
already is."
"As if I would ever raise someone like him. My worthless son is responsible for that. Neither of them have
ever fit into any of the places that they were supposed to fit into," Cameron shot back. " I have no use for
the boy, and I don't care to waste my time figuring out another solution for him "
"If you'd treated your grandson like a human being back in May you wouldn't need another solution!"
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An uncomfortable silence followed Burt's echoing shout. They were both already breathing heavily, eyes
glinting furiously in the other's direction. Nothing about this conversation was going how Burt wanted it
to. He had tried to convince himself to be civil, or to use what little evidence of neglect and abandonment
they had against Cameron, but in the heat of the moment he'd forgotten it all. The odds of any of it holding
up against the other man's legal might was preposterous anyway. But as much as he wanted to keep
Blaine safely with them to protect him, and as much as he'd told himself to be civil, he couldn't help his
instinct to give the man responsible for all of this a piece of his mind.
"Blaine has proven time and time again how disruptive he is to my life with his choices," Cameron said
evenly after a moment. "Stealing from stores, picking fights, breaking into auto shops to steal parts and
sell them. Deciding to to mess around with some boy who's as deluded as he is. It's one thing after
another and I won't "
"Love, " Burt corrected angrily. "He's in love with my boy. You can't help who you fall in love with, and he's
as troublesome as he is because none of you have ever been there for him like he needed you to be."
"I don't have the time "
"You should have made the time for him," Burt cut in. "Me and Carole have made all the time in the world
for that boy. He's come so far in a few weeks after years of being ignored."
"Then he's your problem now," Cameron snapped. "I will not have him tainting my granddaughter."
"He's not a problem," Burt bit back. "He's one of the best things that's ever happened to my son and he's
always welcome at my house."
"You'll take him?" Cameron asked, and there was faint hint of surprise in his voice. Perhaps he thought
Burt wouldn't care enough, or wouldn't have the money, or wouldn't want to bring that kind of trouble
into his home. But Burt knew better than that. Burt knew how much potential Blaine had, how big his
heart was when he let himself acknowledge its existence. Cameron only saw something no longer worth
his time or effort, and the fact that this man had ever had any part in Blaine's live disgusted Burt to no end.
"He practically lives there now, anyway," Burt told him, an accusatory note to his voice. "And you're right.
He has no place in your life, and it's not because he can't fit into it. It's because you won't let him be the
person he is. If you can't see how incredible that boy can be then you really don't deserve him."
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"You'll change your mind when you see what a waste of time he is," Cameron said bitterly. "All that
potential to be something great, and its wasted because he wants to be a f "
Burt's fist slammed into the rolling table next to the bed, the metal ringing loudly from the smack of his
knuckles against it. Cameron stopped mid word, staring down at Burt's clenched fist in alarm. It had taken
all of Burt's strength not to hit the other man in the face, but he couldn't. Blaine came first right now, and
hitting the other man would only bring more trouble for all of them, even if it would feel fantastic.
Cameron cleared his throat loftily and said, "I'll have all of his legal documents sent to you. Where should
it be sent?"
The business- like tone made Burt sorely want to hit something again. Instead, he spit out his address as
Cameron tapped it into his phone, glaring darkly after Cameron as they left the room. A few of the nurses,
who had been whispering to each other at the nurse's station, stopped abruptly when they spotted them.
It was ridiculously obvious they were talking about the shouts and slam they'd just heard. But Burt
couldn't be bothered to care right now. Every ounce of his willpower was being directed at keeping his
arms at his sides instead of reaching them up to circle around Cameron Anderson's neck and start choking
the life out of him. That probably wasn't a great idea in a hospital with witnesses and resuscitating
equipment.
Every ill wish and murderous thought left Burt's mind as he stepped back into Blaine's hospital room. It
was a sharp contrast to see Blaine and his sister lying there together compared to the boy from a few days
ago. Only the IV in his arm remained from the numerous tangles of tubes and wires, and he was sitting up,
but the expression on his face made Burt's heart plummet once more. Lily was curled into his side, crying
softly while Blaine's hand played with one of her braids and he murmured quietly against her forehead.
Every word looked difficult and painful to say. His eye was shining with unshed tears and Burt had to look
away after a moment. He couldn't stand to see Blaine's heart break like this after all that he'd heard about
Blaine's past. First with his parents, then when he'd been locked away and then abandoned, and now this.
He couldn't seem to catch a break.
Cameron hadn't mentioned whether or not Blaine would get to have any contact with Lily, but Burt
thought his stance on the issue was fairly obvious This would be the last time they would see each other
for years, maybe even decades, and there was no more Burt could do to prolong the two siblings saying
goodbye to each other. All he could do now was be there for Blaine when he was ready to accept his help.
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"Lily," Cameron scolded. "What did I tell you "
"Why won't you let Blaine come with us?" she demanded, hiccupping and sitting up to glare at her
grandfather. "I thought family was important! Blaine's my bro "
"No," Cameron said sharply, stepping forward and hoisting her up into his arms even as she tried to fight
against his hold. Blaine flinched as she was tugged from his bed, tears pooling in his eye as he kept his
gaze firmly fixed on the ceiling despite Lily's wail of protest. Burt saw Kurt reach out to take his hand, but
Blaine yanked it away and kept silent. A thrill of horror ran up Burt's spine at the empty look on Blaine's
face, because there was nothing of the Blaine Anderson he knew in that gaze not the anger or the
cockiness or the love. The thought that they could all still lose Blaine now hadn't even crossed his mind.
"He is not your family anymore."
"Yes, he is!" Lily screamed, struggling in his arms. "I want to see Blaine!"
"You will not being seeing him again, young lady," Cameron informed her. "Ever," he added with finality.
"Blaine is a very sick, disturbed young man "
"Then we just need to get him some medicine, Grandpa," Lily snapped fiercely. "And then we can take him
home and be a family. God, for someone who thinks he's really smart you're really stupid somet "
"That's enough!" Cameron bellowed, and even Burt jumped slightly at his tone. He couldn't stand to watch
this. Didn't want to have Blaine suffer through having his sister ripped away from him again, but what the
hell could he do? He didn't know the girl, had no legal say in any aspect of her life. He didn't even have that
for Blaine. A part of him felt dead inside knowing that he was completely powerless from stopping what
was transpiring right in front of Blaine's eyes.
"There is no cure for what he has," Cameron spat, shifting the struggling girl in his arms. "And if you don't
stop crying you'll be in even more trouble when we get home. You're already not going trick- or- treating
after this."
"God, how can you be so heartless?" Kurt demanded suddenly, and the fact that his son was standing up
and looking like he might hit Cameron made Burt step towards him and place himself on his loved ones'
side of the room.
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Lily was still crying loudly in her grandfather's arms, blubbering Blaine's name over and over, as Cameron
glared across the room at them. "There's no refunds on him. You've agreed to keep him and you'll do just
that or dump him when you realize how much time and money you're wasting. He," he spat, glaring at
Blaine, who had looked back down from the ceiling, but looked more humiliated than ever, "is not causing
me, my wife, or our granddaughter any more problems."
"You're a fool," Burt said quietly, watching Blaine looked down at his lap. Whether he was angry or
devastated or hurt by all of this, Burt wasn't sure. It was probably a horrible mixture of all three, and the
thought of the fallout from this, how Blaine would react once this man and Lily were gone for good... He
didn't even want to think about what sort of heartache was probably in store for them all.
"You're so lost in your prejudice that you've already given up on one of the best things that has ever
happened to you." Burt paused and reached down to gently squeeze Blaine's foot where it was tenting the
blankets. It was jerked away slightly, but the touch got the boy's attention and made him look up into
Burt's eyes. What he had to say was more for Blaine than Cameron. Cameron wasn't worth the effort or
time whereas Blaine was worth everything and more. "You're going to miss your grandson's entire life.
College acceptance letters, graduations, his wedding day, your great- grandchildren. You're going to miss
it all, and you know who Blaine won't be missing? You. Because he has us now, and we wouldn't trade him
for anyone or anything. You don't deserve to have a boy as fantastic and sweet and selfless as Blaine for a
grandson." Burt gestured to Lily still resting in Cameron's arms. "You don't deserve that sweet little girl
either, and someday when she's older she'd going to leave you for her brother and she's not going to come
back. Ever. The same way you never came back for Blaine."
Cameron's expression was stony when Burt turned away from Blaine's stunned face. There was a little
trickle of hope in the boy's eyes from his words, though whether or not it would ever be enough to keep
his heart open to all of them was anyone's guess.
"You'll have the documents within the week," Cameron said formally, hoisting Lily up higher into his arms
and turning swiftly towards the door.
"No!" Lily sobbed, trying to twist and claw her way over his shoulder. "Blaine!"
A second later the door closed on her tearful, red face, giving them all a last haunting glance of her
reaching out towards her brother. The silence in the room was interrupted by a few more stifled cries, and
the image of that little girl being carried away down the hallway towards the elevator, kicking and
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screaming, settled heavily in Burt's mind as he turned back to Blaine's bed. And he knew nobody in the
hospital would really think much of it either. It wasn't uncommon for young children to react that way to a
loved one dying, and knowing Cameron he'd be conniving enough to realize that and use it to his
advantage.
Burt turned back to Blaine, and the distress Blaine was feeling was painfully obvious to Burt for the next
few seconds, and then what he'd expected to happen did. Kurt reached out to try and hold Blaine's hand
again. Once more it was tugged away sharply. There was a bitterness in Blaine's gaze as he stared at some
random point on the floor by Burt's shoes, and Burt knew not to push this. Could see the understanding
mixed in with the agony on Kurt's face as he settled his hands back into his own lap.
All three of them knew Blaine's first instinct was to shut himself off and turn away. Kurt and Carole had
both witnessed it first hand over the past few months, but Burt hadn't. And after how much he'd seen
Blaine open up and seen just how warm and kind he could be it broke his heart to see. But Blaine needed
time to process this, and then Burt hoped the boy would let Kurt back in at least, because Kurt was the
doorway in for the rest of them now. No matter what happened, he wasn't going to let Blaine disappear on
them.
"Don't, just, n- not now," Blaine muttered hoarsely, and even as Kurt nodded and acknowledged his words
Blaine rolled his head to the side away from Kurt, pressing his good ear and eye into the pillow and
blocking them and the rest of the world out.
Kurt's face was tearful at the movement, probably at the whole scene they'd just witnessed, but for now
Burt knew he had to wait this out. To be patient and accept that Blaine was still going to struggle to let
them in, may even try and shut them out for good again.
Carole stood up suddenly and wiped her eyes. "I should get home to be there for Finn when he gets back
from school. My house has been sitting empty for days."
"I could use a shower," Burt added. "I'll make something for dinner, too."
Kurt stared up at them both, accepting Carole's kiss on the cheek and his father ruffling his hair.
"I'll be back in a few hours," Burt told him. "One of those fancy salads all right with you?"
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Kurt nodded at him, glancing back at Blaine's silent form. Burt looked as well. It was really hard to be
optimistic right now with Blaine looking so miserable, but he had to be.
"I'll see you in the morning, sweetheart," Carole whispered to Blaine, bending down and kissing his
forehead. "I work at five, and Kurt and Burt will be here most of the night with you."
Burt nodded quickly at her words and gently brushed his hand through Blaine's curls. "Don't count us out
yet, kiddo."
Blaine's lips trembled a little, but otherwise there was no acknowledgement of their farewell. Blaine had
heard them, though. He was positive of it. Just that little movement made Burt certain their words had
made it through the ringing ear at the very least. Burt only hoped Blaine would listen for once, would
know that even if his own parents, grandparents, and the rest of the world had given up and tossed him
aside, that they never would. Even if Kurt and Blaine didn't make it together forever, there would always
be a warm welcome and acceptance for Blaine waiting in their house.
Carole grabbed his hand as they took another glance at the boys before leaving the room and heading to
the elevator.
"Kurt will get him talking," Carole said certainly. "He won't let him shut himself off again."
Silently, Burt hoped she was right. It was part of the motive behind him offering his own reason to leave
them alone for a few hours. Blaine had originally opened himself to Kurt, not him or Carole or Finn.
Someday he hoped Blaine would be as open with himself as he was with his son, but until then he'd let
Kurt bring the boy back from the darker places that Blaine locked himself away in.
"What happened with Cameron?" Carole asked when he didn't acknowledge her words.
As they rode down the elevator and left through the entrance Burt explained the rather short conversation
and what little Carole hadn't already deduced from those final moments in Blaine's hospital room.
"You should have hit him," Carole said fiercely as they stopped by her car in the employee lot. She was
breathing hard and looking angrier than Burt had seen her in a long time.
"I don't think that would have made him any more agreeable," Burt replied resignedly.
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"It would have made me feel better," Carole grumbled. "If he comes back, I'll hit him myself."
"He's not," Burt said quietly. "Blaine never has to see him again. He's sending all of his legal documents to
my house. I don't think I could get guardianship or anything, and Cameron probably wouldn't agree to it
because then everyone will question him about it. As long as nothing like this happens again before next
October, then he's just one of our boys."
"I'm rather fond of our boys," Carole said softly. She stepped into his arms, and gave him a little kiss,
agreeing to call him later tonight once her and Finn had had dinner.
Burt waited until she was in her car and driving off before heading to his truck and driving home, trying to
remember the different things Kurt always put into this fancy salad. As he pulled onto his street and
neared his house he was surprised to see another truck pulled into Kurt's usual spot in the driveway. It
took him a moment to remember who the old, beat up, navy truck belonged it, but the shout from the
closed garage made it click. Puckerman was here. With Finn, he assumed, though he wouldn't be surprised
to find the boy had broken into the house on his own. The fact that Puck was here at all seemed weird to
him, but he remembered Kurt had mentioned him and Blaine getting along okay.
Burt made his way inside quickly, passing in front of the staircase and eyeing the mattress that had been
Finn's last year, propped up against the railing. He didn't realize what the two of them were up to until he
rounded the corner to the garage door and found them trying to haul the box spring for the bed through
the door.
"Would you lift, Hudson?" Puck growled from the garage. The box spring was tilted towards Finn, who was
struggling to fit into the tiny corner to haul it inside.
"I can't fit, dude," Finn argued. "This doesn't bend like the mattress did. Just shove it really hard or
something."
Puck growled in annoyance and the box spring clattered back down to the tiled floor and jerked forward
several feet as Puck slammed into it. "Why do I always get the shit jobs?" Puck demanded. "I swear, if this
wasn't for Anderson "
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"Nice to know Blaine's got a few good friends around," Burt said loudly. The box spring was pushed
forward another foot and then stopped as Finn spun around and Puck forced his head through the
doorway.
"Burt!"
"Hey, Mr. H!"
"Afternoon, guys," Burt greeted, taking his hat off and hanging it on the hook next to the doorway. He
turned to Finn. "Your mom's probably going to be calling you soon. She went to her house so she'd be
there when you get home."
"Oh, okay," Finn said. "I was going to head home right after we got these into your office. You and Mom
said you wanted to make that Blaine's room, right?"
"Yeah," Burt replied. "That's the plan."
We figured we'd get it set up since you can't lift anything because of your heart, and Mom can't do this on
her own, and Kurt hates getting sweaty and gross," Finn said with a huge grin.
Burt eyed them both for a moment, sweaty and flushed, but looking happy at being useful and helping
Blaine in some small way. It was rather amazing to him how much both of them seemed to care about
Blaine. Considering the last he'd heard about Puck and Blaine had been Puck wanting to water board his
son's boyfriend, he was definitely surprised. "Thanks for this. It's a great idea, guys." He dropped his eyes
to the box spring and then looked at how they had it positioned. "If you move the dining room table you
can just push it in without having to angle it like that."
Both boys' eyebrows rose in revelation as they looked to where he was pointing and then at the sharp
angle they'd been trying to push the box spring in through. A few quiet laughs greeted his suggestion, and
a few moments later the table had been moved to the side and the box spring was through the dining
room and being carried down the hallway parallel to the stairs to the dark wooden door at the end.
Burt stood back and watched them arrange the box spring and then the mattress under the double wide
window opposite the doorway. His office was rather small, but the side with his desk was lined with some
shelves and drawers that would be perfect for Blaine's things. There was a lot of stuff he needed to clear
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out over the next few weeks to get it ready for Blaine, but for now it was exactly what the young man
needed. Something of his own that was safe and a stable, reliable place to rest and focus on his studies in.
"Kurt can pick out all the bedding and decorations and stuff," Finn said, breathing heavily as him and Puck
leaned back against the built- in drawers to catch their breath.
"He'll love doing it," Burt agreed. He had to stop himself from adding that it would give him something to
do to take his mind off of everything going on right now. The grins and flushed looks of achievement on
Finn and Puck's faces was too good to spoil.
"Are you gonna clear all this out?" Puck asked, gesturing to the shelves and drawers.
"Yeah, we've got a few weeks or so until he gets released," Burt told him, absentmindedly tugging open
one of the top drawers and pulling a few things out. There were some old car manuals and lists of parts, a
box of pens, some notepads, and
"Who's that for?" Finn blurted, staring at the black velvet box in Burt's fist. Burt looked at it, too, his heart
swelling slightly and his throat becoming tight. In the aftermath of his heart attack he'd nearly forgotten
about the engagement ring he wanted to give to Carole. Everything had sort of been ruined when he'd
ended up in a coma and then woken up to all the drama going on in their lives. He still hadn't thought up
where, when, or how he was going to ask her.
He looked up at Finn's curious, almost hopeful expression, chancing a quick glance at Puck's raised
eyebrow, before answering.
"It's an engagement ring," he told Finn. "With everything that's been going on with my heart attack and
Blaine I'd forgotten about it."
"For my mom?" Finn stammered in surprise.
"No, idiot," Puck snapped sarcastically. "It's for Coach Beiste."
"Yes, it's for your mom," Burt cut in, glaring at Puck because he knew if Puck went on about that, Finn
would probably believe him. He loved the kid to death, but sometimes he wasn't the brightest.
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"Can... can I see it?" Finn asked quietly. Burt nodded, feeling almost nervous for some strange reason as he
handed the little box to Finn. He knew Finn loved him, and they got along great together. All five of them
did, but that didn't mean that Finn would be okay with them getting married if she said yes.
He watched Finn pop the box open and stare at the little sapphires and diamonds. As the box snapped
closed again, Finn looked back up and smiled a little.
"She's gonna love it," he said softly, handing the box back. Burt pocketed it. "I don't think we're all gonna
fit into your house now that we've got Blaine, too."
Burt laughed in relief at his words, because until right now he hadn't realized how much Finn's opinion on
the matter meant to him. But he was glad he'd had this chance with him right now, even if Puck was
rolling his eyes and making dopey kissy faces at them. He also knew Finn was right, and he had some
vague memories from before his heart attack of thinking about them both selling their houses or adding
an extension to his if Carole sold hers, but he hadn't formed any solid plans.
"I'm gonna head home before you two make me vomit," Puck said suddenly, making a beeline for the door.
A few moments later they heard the front door open and then slam shut.
"You really wanna marry her?" Finn asked seriously.
"Absolutely," Burt said immediately. "I haven't felt this way since Kurt's mom died. We need to work out
how our lives will fit together, but that's what makes it worth it. That's what makes the five of us together
perfect, yanno? We've found something together that makes the rest of the world a little more bearable."
Finn nodded at his words and then stepped forward awkwardly and embraced him. Burt was slightly
surprised because Finn had thus far reacted uncomfortably when it came to being affectionate towards
another man, but he returned the hug gladly.
"You wanna help me pick Kurt's Navigator up, buddy? It's still sitting in that parking lot."
Finn readily agreed, stepping out of his arms quickly and clearing his throat loudly. They both shuffled off
towards the door and Burt watched as Finn toed on his shoes and grabbed his jacket and Kurt's spare
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Nothing was really certain for Burt right now, but he knew the direction he wanted to take, knew he had
to stay optimistic and keep looking to the future. Right now Blaine was going to struggle terribly, but Burt
had to stay hopeful, because he could easily see the five of them happily sitting down to dinner on some
random Friday evening next year when the boys were all seniors. He could even see himself and Carole
dropping each of them off at their respective colleges a few years from now.
Burt's fingers closed over the little black box in his jacket pocket. For now he just had to focus on making
sure Blaine could see that, too.
Kurt didn't sleep much the following week. Blaine's silence had him constantly on edge even though he'd
regained a firm grip on his boyfriend's hand. He knew he needed to give Blaine space and time, had
realized that even if Blaine had opened himself up a lot that he wasn't suddenly going to be a different
person. At the same time, Blaine's reaction wasn't as drastic as after the break- in, but the more
pessimistic part of himself put that down to Blaine's physical condition. There was no way Blaine would
start shouting and getting angry and toss them from his room when he couldn't stay awake for more than
a few hours at a time.
Part of him wondered what would happen once Blaine was strong enough to do that, because Kurt knew it
was an instinct for Blaine, and the thought that he might get up and disappear at any moment worried
Kurt more than anything else. So he held on tight for the rest of Monday night and then all of Tuesday, glad
that his dad let him skip school again because he could barely sleep with how scared he was that he might
lose Blaine.
The police returned Wednesday morning with some various legal documents for them to sign and to
remove Blaine's ankle monitor. Most of the forms seemed to be for Blaine, regarding the device's removal
and a few others about the terms of his original sentence and what it had been changed to thanks to his
grandfather's legal expertise. As much as Kurt hated the man, he was certainly glad he'd involved himself
enough to make sure they didn't get blamed for anything that had happened. It had definitely helped that
the one man had ended up confessing to beating them. Kurt had been surprised to hear it, had even
figured the police had pressured him like he'd seen on countless television shows, but according to Jim,
the man had actually boasted to them when they'd asked. The thought made Kurt's blood boil, but there
was also some relief. With a confession Blaine was safe, regardless of what he'd done while Kurt had been
taking his test, though Kurt was pretty sure he already had the answer to that.
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There were two forms that Kurt had to read over. One was a written out copy of his own statement on the
attack, and another was attached to several photographs of men. Jim explained that they needed them
both to identify the one man they'd caught the day after the attack, and since Blaine couldn't leave the
hospital they'd taken pictures and brought them along. A quick flip through that ended at the third one
was Kurt's only answer. He didn't need to look farther than the face of the actual man responsible for their
hospitalization.
Blaine had been extremely sullen throughout most of the meeting, saying as little as possible and glaring
at Kurt when he'd held Blaine's arm steady enough for him to sign things. Kurt really wished he hadn't
needed to, because he was close enough to see Cameron's signature was already on the forms and just the
sight of it made him want to kick the man in the face. His father had told him everything that had
transpired the other day while Blaine had been asleep, and he wished more than anything that Cameron
had never come back. That he hadn't brought Lily and made Blaine even more miserable and gotten him
to shut off. Losing his sister once had to have been horrible enough for Blaine, but the second time was
like another bat to the face.
However, at the mention of the ankle monitor's removal, Blaine's apathy had disappeared briefly and Kurt
even managed to forget his worries as he watched them remove the horrid device. That rarely seen child-
like wonder appeared in Blaine's eye for a few short moments as he rolled his ankle and wiggled it about,
obviously relieved at having the extra weight gone. But then the surly look took over again as Jim and the
other cop took Blaine's statement and then left.
The rest of the week followed a certain pattern. There were moments when Blaine seemed to be the
Blaine Kurt had come to know, but most of the time he was shut off from all of them. He slowly let Kurt
physically close like he had before, but he didn't talk much, and when he did it was almost always to
answer someone's question. Kurt hated it, because it was almost as if Blaine was trying to lure him into a
false sense of security and make him think things were fine when they all knew they weren't. Even
Blaine's usual sass had vanished. His voice was dull and lifeless for the few hours he was awake, and then
his sleep was filled with muffled groans and his sister's name.
Kurt knew Blaine was hurting over having that sweet little girl ripped from his life once more knew that
despite the fact that Blaine had only mentioned Lily once, and that his sister had been his entire world
after his mother had died. Kurt had only seen them together for twenty minutes, but he could tell how
strong their bond was. He only hoped his father had been right and she would someday reenter Blaine's
life. The fact that it couldn't be now made Kurt's stomach ache because if Blaine could just have her
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around for a few hours a week, or even just a phone call, he wouldn't be shutting himself away he
wouldn't be thinking about leaving Kurt and the source of happiness he hoped he had been for Blaine.
His father and Finn tried to distract him over the weekend with buying a few things for Blaine's bedroom.
Kurt had a little fun trying to find a good color for the bedding and a better lamp than the one covered in
Mustangs that currently inhabited the room, but buying things for what would hopefully be Blaine's room
just reminded him of his own worries. He didn't have the heart to say anything to his father, or to warn
him that he very well might be wasting his money if Blaine left.
Kurt returned to school the following Monday. Between playing catch up with his classes and listening to
the doctors' plans for Blaine's eye surgery every afternoon, time flew by. The swelling was down enough
by Wednesday for them to operate, and Kurt found himself once again sitting in the hospital with Finn and
his dad. Carole was on duty and passed by occasionally, but mostly it was the three of them sitting there
for six long hours. The thought that everything wouldn't go as they were hoping was nerve-wracking. His
stomach was flopping around inside him uselessly, making him feel sick and scared.
Doctor Burke had said the eye socket would be a simple fix, just two simple incisions, one along where the
bone should be and another along the roof of Blaine's mouth so they could shift the bones back into their
original position. There were no wires or anything like Kurt's shoulder had needed, fortunately, but the
main nerve to Blaine's eye had been pinched by the broken bones. There was so much that could go wrong
with something so delicate, and even the doctors weren't sure of the extent of the damage to the nerve yet.
Kurt only knew moving the bone would be very difficult until it was separated from the nerve.
"He'll be all right," Burt muttered reassuringly as Finn continued to run through a long list of pirate
movies he was going to watch with Blaine once he was out of the hospital. Kurt found it sweet in a very
Finn- like way, and the continuous hum of Finn's voice next to him was somewhat soothing. He turned to
meet his dad's gaze and nodded a little.
"I'm still worried," Kurt told him, though he didn't want to mention the reason for the majority of his
concerns. Instead he changed the topic. "Are you going to make me go to school tomorrow?"
His father's green eyes stared carefully at him for a few moments. "I'm tempted to make you go," he said.
"I was going to decide once Blaine was out and they'd said if they'll officially let him go sometime late
tomorrow."
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Kurt bit his lip to stop the whiny words trying to claw their way out of his mouth. He just wanted to be by
Blaine's side every second of the day until everything was clear and he was back at home with them. Until
Blaine finally decided to talk to him again the way he had before. If he decided to let him in. Kurt hoped he
would, because he'd come so far and to just run from it all was like letting his grandfather and those
homophobic men take everything good from him and win. It meant breaking both of their hearts and
making their lives more miserable than they had been before the beginning of September.
Just as he was planning to cut off Finn's tirade about all of his pirate movies, Doctor Burke appeared down
the hall, still in her scrubs, looking tired, but satisfied.
"How is he?" Burt asked before Kurt could swallow his nerves and get the words out. Even Finn stopped
talking to listen.
"He's doing great," she informed them happily. "They should be rolling him back into his room in another
ten minutes or so. His eye socket was easy to shift and as long as he doesn't press at it a lot or take any
more hits he'll be fine. I'm still worried about his eye. The nerve wasn't as badly damaged as I'd been
prepared for, but it's still not great. He may lose some movement in the eye, but it's going to depend on
how it heals from this point forward. I did what I could for now."
They all thanked her profusely and Burt tugged Kurt into a tight hug, being careful not to bump his arm
too much, and pressed a kiss to his hair as Finn whooped a few times. "I know you're scared, bud, but that
boy loves you so much. He might be an idiot sometimes, but even he's not going to give this up. I don't care
how scared he is."
He didn't question how his father had known exactly what was worrying him so much, barely managed to
choke out a response because of how tight his throat had just become. But Burt understood his silence. His
father understood him in ways almost nobody else did.
As Kurt stepped out of his father's arms and wiped his eyes, Burt turned to Finn.
"So when are you planning on forcing Blaine to watch all of these movies with you?" Burt asked him.
"I'm not forcing him! He's totally gonna dig all of those movies!" Finn defended as Burt shook him by the
shoulder teasingly. Finn glared a little at Burt and then answered. "He'll probably be too tired this
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weekend if he's back by then, so I dunno... next Friday maybe? I've got too much going on during the
week."
"Friday?" Burt echoed looking thoughtful. The next part was muttered to himself, but Kurt and Finn still
caught the words. "That might work if Carole doesn't work... "
"What might work?" Kurt asked suspiciously.
Finn looked confused and then ecstatic. "You're gonna ask her on Friday?"
"Ask what?" Kurt demanded, because he was thinking of a million different possibilities and nothing the
two of them had plotted together would amount to anything good. He'd probably wake up to a football
field in the living room.
The smile on Burt's face dropped a little at his question, and he turned to Kurt, looking slightly
apprehensive. "I'm planning on... proposing to Carole soon."
"Oh," Kurt blurted in surprise. He stared at his father's nervous look. Of all the possibilities that had been
running through his mind that had definitely been the very last one. It was hard to imagine something so
happy and great happening after how bad things had been these past few weeks, but here it was. His
father was presenting all of them with a future path. Something to plan for and look forward to that didn't
bog them down in the past, and the fact that Carole and Finn would actually be legal family was definitely
a bonus.
"Is that a good 'oh'?" Burt asked him. "Or are you gonna take away my toast and jam again?"
"It's just I can't believe you're going to I better get to plan the wedding," Kurt finally managed to say.
"Like I'd ask anyone else," Burt told him with a bright smile.
Their conversation ended there because Blaine, still unconscious and his face wrapped in even more
bandages, was rolled past them and back into his room. The three of them followed him inside, and even
though there was still a pit of dread bubbling up in Kurt's stomach at what the future might hold for him
and Blaine, it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been before.
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Blaine woke up incredibly groggy not longer after that. One of the nurses sitting with them managed to get
a cup of water into him for the twenty minutes that he was awake, but by the time Carole arrived he was
sound asleep once more. Most of the night Blaine slept, waking randomly for ten or fifteen minutes, to
mumble a few slurred words before he fell asleep once more. Doctor Burke returned and said things
looked good for now and he should be able to go home late Thursday evening, barring any complications
that could arise overnight.
Burt forced him and Finn to head home around eleven, and it was only his father's decision to let him stay
home the following day that made Kurt part from Blaine's bedside. Finn had protested at that and
demanded his own day off, but Burt had firmly told him to take it up with his mother. They'd left a pouting
Finn at Carole's house, and headed home.
The night was extremely restless for Kurt once he had the silence of his bedroom around him. His
shoulder was tingling with pain, and he felt horribly cold without Blaine's body heat against him. Just the
thought of Blaine still made a thrill of worry shoot up his spine. It was the memory of Blaine's love that
finally lulled him to sleep around dawn.
Thursday was another blur for Kurt, filled with countless doctors and forms his father had to sign. There
were prescriptions and packets of papers for how to care for Blaine's various injuries and what to do if
certain things happen. Kurt was exhausted just from watching everything happen around him, and Blaine
was being asked so many questions from the doctors checking up on him that he didn't have much chance
to even talk to the other boy.
By five o'clock, Doctor Burke was running through one more check up and telling Blaine about various
pains he might experience as he healed and which ones to look out for and when he should be back for
them to check on his eye and ribs and the sutures from his appendix being taken out. Blaine nodded his
way through most of it, looking drowsy and exhausted when he hadn't done more than lay in bed. Over
the past few days before his eye surgery they'd started to let him walk a little, but he would still need a
wheelchair until he was stronger.
Finn, much to Carole's worry, took charge of Blaine's wheelchair, barreling down the halls toward the
elevator. She looked like she wanted to scold him once they caught up, but the little weak smile on Blaine's
face made her stop. At least Kurt thought that was the reason. Even he smiled a little as Finn raced out into
the parking lot and attempted to hoist Blaine into the backseat. Kurt was quick to race over and swat
Finn's hands away because he knew Blaine would hate being carried into the car.
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"Here," Kurt said gently, letting Blaine grip his left hand tightly as Burt helped him rise out of the
wheelchair and slide into the seat from his right side. As soon as the door was shut Kurt glared at Finn.
"Don't carry my boyfriend."
"But "
"Finn," Carole said quietly. "You know how Blaine is. Let him do things on his own, or help him to do it,
okay?"
"Fine, I just wanted to help," Finn told them.
"We know, but Blaine's very... he's very weak right now, and anyone trying to do that for him is going to
make him feel worse," Carole answered. "And picking him up might hurt his ribs."
"Sorry," Finn said sheepishly. "I didn't think about his ribs... he just doesn't act like he's hurting really
badly so I forgot."
Kurt nodded and circled around to the other side, hopping in and sliding into the middle seat. Blaine
stared blankly at him as he reached across and buckled him into the seat. Finn helped him with his own
seatbelt as Carole and Burt hopped into the front seats and then drove home. It was a struggle to get
Blaine into the house because the wheelchair wouldn't make it up the front steps and Blaine had fallen
asleep on Kurt's shoulder on the ride over. After some gentle coaxing Kurt had him awake and Finn helped
him out and steadied him for the walk inside and straight down the hall to his room.
Kurt was slightly surprised by how involved Finn was trying to be, but he knew of the four of them he was
the most able to help Blaine. Burt was still technically recovering from his heart attack, Kurt couldn't take
much weight because of his own shoulder, and Carole was smaller than Blaine and right now he was
mostly dead weight.
Kurt went first, opening the bedroom door and holding it as Finn practically dragged Blaine inside and
helped him sit down on the edge of the bed. His heart twisted a little at how adorable Blaine looked when
he was so sleepy and exhausted. He took a seat next to Blaine to hold him up as Finn tugged his shoes off
while Carole pulled his blankets down and they moved him until he was under the covers on his back.
Kurt was positive Blaine had been asleep since they'd entered the house, but he settled down next to
Blaine, letting his good shoulder press up against Blaine's right.
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"We'll come get you for dinner," Carole said, setting Blaine's papers on the little table next to the bed. "I'm
going to go get his prescriptions filled."
"If you need anything just shout or text me or Finn," Burt added, watching them for a moment.
Kurt waved them from the room, snuggling in closer to Blaine and turning to watch the other boy sleep.
There was a dark circle around the eye he could see, and a long thin bandage wrapped around his head to
hold all the gauze in place over his injured eye. His face was no longer swollen, but there was still evidence
of bruising and his nose was still healing from being broken. He watched Blaine's dark lashes flutter for a
few moments, feeling his throat grow tight at all the worry and fear he was holding inside.
He'd been terrified of saying goodbye if the attack had ended in Blaine dying, but somehow the thought of
Blaine making the decision to actively leave and break his heart to save his own was worse. Blaine's head
tilted to the side towards him, nuzzling against where their shoulders were touching. The part of Blaine's
brow that was visible scrunched up and he let out a little grunt followed by a few murmured words.
Kurt didn't have to clearly hear them to know what was said. Lily. Mamma. Even Daddy. The same things
he'd been hearing Blaine whisper in his sleep for the past week. Because he knew Lily's brief time with
him had been the catalyst for all of this. That regardless of how much Blaine loved him, she had reminded
him of the reason he'd shut himself off in the first place, brought all of those feelings back and made him
realize what him and Kurt had could very well end the same way. That Kurt's name could end up being
another one to add to his list of lost loved ones.
"He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as damned as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
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It just ain't right, it just ain't right"
It didn't even register in Kurt's mind that he was singing slowly, his voice shaky and cracking, until Blaine
hummed softly and shifted closer. But it was a song he'd been listening to a lot since he'd met Blaine,
really met him and not the boy from his first day of school. Some part of his voice seemed to be soothing to
Blaine while he slept, because even through his stuttering words, Kurt could hear the content sigh he let
out.
"Oh, and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster"
Blaine hummed softly once more, and Kurt leaned in and pecked him on the lips, letting his head rest
against Blaine's as he shifted a little so that he could wipe his eyes and nose. He was so close to Blaine's
face he could feel his own warm breath rebounding back against his lips.
"You're worth it," Kurt murmured as he relaxed against Blaine's warmth. "I hope you realize it."
The next thing Kurt knew Carole was waking him up, a plate of food and a drink on the desk against the
right wall. Kurt turned to wake Blaine up as well, but Carole stopped him.
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"Just let him sleep, Kurt," Carole said quietly, helping him up and into the desk chair. "The poor boy's
exhausted. I'll leave him something to drink with you tonight, but I doubt he'll wake up until morning, if
then."
Kurt nodded sleepily, swallowing a huge yawn as Carole handed him his plate and a fork. For the first time
in weeks they sat there and gossiped and talked about clothes and hair styles and whatever else came to
mind. Compared to how serious their conversations had been for weeks it was a nice change, the only
problem Kurt had with it was trying to remember not to mention Burt's plan to propose. More than once
he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking about wedding plans and a dress and flowers and
everything.
It was late when she finally helped him back into bed and left to go to her own home with Finn. Blaine
hadn't moved from his original position at all and Kurt could tell he was in a very deep sleep because he
didn't even grunt when Kurt shifted around and settled down next to him.
He woke up late the next morning. Blaine was still asleep, drooling slightly and snoring a little. Kurt
figured it was because of Blaine's broken nose because he'd never heard Blaine snore before. His father
was in the kitchen when he entered and together they made a late breakfast, making some extra for Blaine
once he woke up. Only Blaine didn't wake up before the food got cold. Carole came over a little after noon,
and when Kurt told her Blaine was still sleeping she sighed heavily and had him follow her down the hall
to Blaine's room.
"I hate waking him up, but if he sleeps too much it's going to make him even more tired," Carole told him
as she opened the door.
Kurt was alarmed to see Blaine had rolled onto his right side and was clutching the pillow he'd been using.
He looked to Carole to gauge her reaction, and while she looked a little surprised she didn't seem worried.
"He's very fond of anything that smells like you," Carole informed him, dropping onto the edge of the bed
and bending in close to listen to his breathing.
"That's not going to hurt him more, is it?"
"No. His breathing sounds fine, and the ribs on that side are only bruised," Carole said. "It's definitely not
the best position for him to sleep in, but if it's not hurting him then that's a good sign he's healing well."
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Kurt sucked in a sharp breath and watched as Carole rolled Blaine gently onto his back and tried to force
him awake. Blaine grumbled and groaned in protest, even attempted to roll back onto his side, but Carole
prevented him and he cracked his good eye open to see who was interrupting his sleep.
"Go 'way," Blaine grumbled. " 'm s'eepin'."
"You're kind of adorable," Kurt said before he could stop himself. He felt his face heat up a little at his own
words as he dropped onto the mattress opposite of Carole. Blaine turned his blurry eye over to him and a
ghost of a smile pulled back his lips for a moment. "Come on, sit up," Kurt encouraged. "It's almost two in
the afternoon. I know you're hungry."
It took both of them to help Blaine sit up, his torso trembling terribly from the effort. He winced when he
was finally sitting up all the way, no doubt from the slight strain the movement placed on his ribs. Carole
started to rub some soothing circles along his back and Kurt moved in to peck him on the cheek.
"You've been asleep for, like, eighteen hours," Kurt murmured. "What do you want to eat?"
"I want a shower first," Blaine said with a grimace. "I smell like rotten ass and those old lady nurses who
kept trying to give me sponge baths."
"A shower's probably not the best idea, Blaine," Carole told him. "You're still really tired and you don't
want anything getting into your eye."
"But I smell "
"A bath would be fine though," Carole continued. "Someone's going to have to help wash your hair to make
sure you don't get anything in your eye. Your sutures should be fine."
She reached down carefully and lifted Blaine's pajama top a bit to see were the bandage was and pull it off.
"Most of them have already dissolved by now," Carole observed. "Just take the bandage off and the wraps
around your ribs, okay? I'll go start making something for you and Finn. He'll be home soon and he's
always hungry. Do you think you could be able to make your way to the bathroom?"
Blaine nodded jerkily in response and Kurt watched Carole leave as Blaine crinkled his nose and mouthed,
"A bath?" as if it was the most absurd thing he had ever heard of. Kurt giggled a little at the look on his face
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and helped him to his feet, which was surprisingly easier now that Blaine was more awake. There was
only one bathtub in the house. It was upstairs in the master bathroom, and was big enough that it would
be ease to help Blaine in and out of it.
Blaine grumbled the entire way upstairs, and Kurt just rolled his eyes as they stepped into his father's
room and then into the master bathroom. He started running a bath as Blaine tried to get his shirt off, but
Kurt ended up having to help him with it and then his socks, pants, and bandages. The frown on Blaine's
face was enough reason for Kurt to feel bad about how much he was helping Blaine, but he also knew
without his help Blaine would end up hurting himself more. Right now he could barely see straight with
only one eye. Walking around or doing anything was extremely difficult.
With some reluctance, Blaine let Kurt support some of his weight to help him step into the tub. Getting
him seated was much harder than Kurt had expected it to be, but after several difficult minutes Blaine was
relaxing against the sloped side of the tub, waving his hands back and forth along the surface of the water.
Kurt moved over to the cabinet under the sink, pulling the little doors open and digging inside until he
found the bottle he was looking for. It had been a long time since he'd taken a nice, long, hot bath, but he
knew the one part he enjoyed the most was adding bubble bath. Blaine's eye was closed when he moved
back to the tub, closing the toilet lid and sitting down to pour the bubble bath into the running water
gushing from the faucet.
The scent of the bubble bath spreading around the room was instant. Blaine perked up a little, opening his
eye and then looking ridiculously horrified by the bubbly suds starting to form on the top of the water all
around him.
"What are you doing?" Blaine demanded hoarsely, trying to shift away from the bubbles.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Kurt retorted, continuing to pour the bubble bath soap in.
"I'm going to smell like a frilly old woman," Blaine snarled, glaring suspiciously at the suds as though they
might start eating him alive.
"You will not," Kurt said crossly. "This is my bubble bath. You'll smell like me, and it's very good for your
skin."
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"It well, you're just I don't "
Kurt slid off the seat and kneeled down next to Blaine, leaning in for a slow, lazy kiss. Even though he
knew Blaine was a little annoyed and not completely sure of the suds forming around him, the other boy
still smiled a little against his lips. It gave him hope that maybe Blaine wouldn't end up doing what he
thought Blaine would do once he healed.
"Would giving you my old rubber ducky to play with help?"Kurt murmured slyly, a teasing grin pulling
back his lips.
Blaine turned his glare onto him and pouted. Kurt's heart thumped almost painfully in his chest, because,
god, he was so adorable like this. So beautiful and fantastic when he just let himself be Blaine.
"Maybe," Blaine muttered petulantly.
Kurt giggled a little at his boyfriend's pout, and moved to go dig the rubber duck out from under the sink.
But Blaine's wet, warm hand reached out and caught his left hand to hold him in place.
"Actually," Blaine said thoughtfully. "I'd much rather have the rubber duck's owner join me."
"I don't think my dad wants to take a bath with you, Blaine," Kurt deadpanned. Even though he knew
exactly what Blaine meant, it was worth it to see the way Blaine blanched at his words. "After all, he's the
one who bought it. So I suppose it's technically his "
"Kurt," Blaine practically whined. "Please."
Kurt stared into the other boy's pleading eyes for a moment. While he figured Blaine would try something
sexual even though neither of them were really capable of much, he could also see the sincerity in his eyes.
He wanted Kurt wrapped around him in the warmth and perfumed foam for the comfort. The fact that
Blaine was reaching out to him was reason enough for him in the end.
"Okay," Kurt replied, climbing to his feet and then sitting back down on the toilet to take his socks off. His
shirt was a terrible struggle and he knew he had to remove his arm sling, but it was very difficult to keep
his arm stiff when he was trying to remove his button- up and then his pants and boxer- briefs. Finally, he
managed it after several minutes of struggling, but then came the part he hadn't really thought about.
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Where was he going to sit? Moving Blaine would be hard, but he couldn't lean back against Blaine either
because of his ribs.
Blaine reached out to the faucet and shut it off, using his grip on it to help himself sit up. He winced a little,
but jerked his head to the open space behind him. Still uncertain about how this was going to work, Kurt
stepped into the tub and carefully settled down behind Blaine, keeping his torso very straight and his right
arm bent and unmoving. Blaine had turned to watch him, slowly sunk down further between his legs as he
shifted to the left to rest his head and shoulders back against Kurt's stomach and the left side of his chest.
The position gave Kurt something to rest his injured arm on. He let his right hand and forearm press into
Blaine's shoulder as his left arm slid around Blaine's chest. Finally, Kurt let his cheek drop onto Blaine's
wet curls.
"Mmm," Blaine hummed. "You're much better than some plastic duck."
"I better be," Kurt said, attempting to sound offended. "Sitting in some dark cabinet for years has
probably ruined that duck's skin tone and texture, while I'm still "
"Soft and beautiful," Blaine finished, taking hold of Kurt's left hand and lacing the fingers of his right hand
through them.
After that they didn't talk for a long time. Kurt let himself doze off a little and enjoy the feeling of Blaine's
solid, warm body pressed against his. Listened to the soft, content little sighs that Blaine let out every so
often. And somehow, even without Blaine saying a word about what he was thinking or had been thinking
since Lily had returned and then been pulled from his life again, Kurt could feel that things between them
were going to be all right. The intimacy and sweetness of what they were sharing right now wasn't
something Blaine would do if he was closing himself off still.
Eventually Blaine started to shift a little, and something in his mood had obviously changed. Kurt hoped
maybe the other boy would finally let him back in completely, that they could clear this tension between
them and that Blaine wouldn't listen to his first instinct and still run once he had the chance. He hoped the
obvious change in Blaine's demeanor didn't mean he'd realized he was opening back up when he didn't
want to.
Kurt shifted a little as Blaine did, and bent his head down to suck lightly on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine
gasped softly, his left hand that had been submerged in the water finding Kurt's thigh and squeezing it.
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"I'm here when you want to talk, baby," Kurt murmured softly, moving his lips to kiss at the curve of
Blaine's neck.
Blaine sighed once more, but the undertone to the sound was no longer content or happy. He sounded
resigned to something, some decision he'd come to over the past few days, and the thought that maybe
Kurt was wrong and Blaine wasn't going to stay came surging back and threatened to engulf him
completely. But he tried to stay calm, tried to wait until he knew what he was dealing with before he
reacted to Blaine's words. Kurt wrapped his arm a little tighter around Blaine's body, and waited. By now
he knew that it took Blaine time to figure things out, to figure out how much he was willing to say, or even
if he wanted to say anything at all.
"I... you're more than my boyfriend, you know. You're my best friend," Blaine said honestly after a few
moments of silence. "I don't even know when it happened, but I feel like I could tell you anything. I... I
want to tell you everything. Until I met you I never had that," Blaine shifted out of his arms, gripping the
side of the tub and pulling himself into a sitting position so that he could turn and face Kurt. "It scares me.
Everything about you scares me sometimes. How much you mean to me, and how much I love you terrifies
me. And I... " Blaine paused for a long time, and Kurt waited again, listening to the steady drip of water
from the faucet.
He'd been able to figure out most of what Blaine had just told him on his own, but actually hearing Blaine
say it was different made it more solid and real even if he'd known it for weeks now. It meant that his
fears had only been fears because Blaine was right here with him, opening up once more and letting him
love him. The boy he'd struggled so hard to find and keep wasn't giving up on himself or them.
"I thought about running," Blaine continued. "Right after I saw L my s- sister." Blaine stared down at his
hands, moving them slowly through some of the foam for a moment before he whispered his next words.
"What if you break my heart the same way she did? The same way all of them did? Only it'd be worse,
because you'd be making the choice to leave or hurt me... Lily didn't have that choice."
As Blaine fell silent again, Kurt opened his mouth to speak, to say any of the dozen things he'd planned to
say to convince Blaine to stay and not shut himself off again, but he didn't have to. Blaine was letting him
back in, finally telling him how he'd been feeling since he'd seen his sister again. It was both relieving and
painful for Kurt to listen to him, to see that sunken, agonized look in Blaine's eyes when he mentioned her.
He had nothing prepared for this.
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"She didn't break your heart," Kurt said quietly. "The whole situation did. It broke my heart just watch you
both have to go through that again. I wish there was something to do... some way to change it, but..."
Kurt trailed off sadly and then reached out for Blaine's hand, using his legs to pull Blaine closer until the
other boy shifted back into his original position. His lips grazed against Blaine's jaw line as he nuzzled
against Blaine gently.
"Do you remember when I said I was yours forever?" Kurt asked him.
"Yeah," Blaine replied with a shaky little laugh. "It scared the shit out of me."
"I meant it," Kurt told him. "For as long as we both want this, want us, then I'm yours. I hope that's forever,
but... I can't guarantee that. I can't promise things won't change between us someday. One day you might
not be in love with me anymore, or I might not be in love with you."
"I know that," Blaine acknowledged. "It took me some time to realize it. As worried as I am about you
breaking my heart like they did, I'm even more scared of not having you with me, even if it's not forever.
For now this is all I want," Blaine said sincerely, turning his head to kiss Kurt on the cheek. "Maybe
someday I won't or you won't, but for a while we have each other this way, and I'm going to enjoy it and
hold on to being the happiest I've ever been."
"You've made me the happiest I've ever been, too," Kurt murmured happily. He pulled Blaine into another
kiss, enjoying the feeling of having Blaine wrapped up in his arms, safe, warm, and content.
The maturity of Blaine's words just now surprised him, but Blaine had grown quite a lot since the
beginning of September. He could still be crude or perverted or over the top, but he was one of the
sweetest boy's Kurt could ever remember knowing. They'd both changed for the better in small and even
big ways, and maybe things would change between them at some point, but no matter what, he knew he'd
always love Blaine. They would always be close and care for one another even if what they shared now
didn't last forever.
Kurt hoped it would, because he still wanted to be Blaine's forever, and regardless of how their future
progressed he honestly didn't see that ever changing. He couldn't imagine his life without the other boy
anymore, and he hoped he never had to.
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
Carole was surprised by how fast time seemed to move once Blaine was released from the hospital. The
first week, while irritating in countless ways for Blaine, was a blur for her. A huge envelope of Blaine's
documents were delivered to Burt's house Friday morning, and since Carole and Burt both had the day off,
they took the time while Kurt and Finn were at school to go over them with Blaine. Most of it was simple
information: a birth record, police reports on various crimes and petty problems he'd caused and gotten
expelled for, report cards from the dozen schools he'd gone to, and doctor records; a list of allergies,
sicknesses, broken bones, and infections from his childhood. But some of it was more difficult for Blaine
because of the emotional triggers it carried. They ended up skimming parts of it because of Blaine's
snappy remarks and defensive reactions. They left most of the police reports, court orders, and countless
documents surrounding Blaine's hospitalization and then the brutal fight that had led to his imprisonment
for another time. The documents involving his inheritance from his mother and her family was another
sensitive subject for Blaine. Blaine had bluntly told them to take it all, whatever was left, once they had
access to it.
Burt had refused it like Carole knew he would, and Blaine had gotten angry at that. He wouldn't say
anything more about it, but Carole thought he didn't like the idea of living with Burt and Kurt for free. She
knew how independent Blaine tried to be, how much he'd come to rely on himself instead of others and
knew he'd want to pay his own way as much as possible. But Burt had refused to budge on the matter and
told him to save it and the money he still had from his grandfather for college.
Every chance Blaine had over the next week had led to him and Burt arguing over Blaine paying anything.
Somehow, Blaine had talked Burt around to letting Blaine pay some form of rent, but Burt still seemed
weary of the idea, especially since Blaine needed to focus on healing and keeping up with his school work.
A job on top of that would be too much right now, and giving up the small inheritance he'd have access to
next October wasn't something either of them wanted Blaine to do.
The following Friday couldn't have been more different for all of them. Instead of an angry Blaine shut up
in his room, and Burt looking grumpy from the arguments they'd had all morning, things had been easy
and calm. Finn had rushed home from school, looking giddy and excited. When she'd asked why, he'd
stammered over some terrible excuse that she knew was a lie and then left the house with a stack of pirate
movies and three boxes full of popcorn packets. The whole thing had seemed suspicious until she'd
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returned from the grocery store to find the lights dimmed, candles lit, and Burt waiting for her with a meal
for two and a huge surprise in the form of a small velvet box.
The boys had come over late Saturday morning for a little engagement party, and, really, Carole couldn't
remember the last time everything had been so happy in her life. Even Blaine was smiling, albeit in a
guarded, tired way, and enjoying the celebration.
The next few weeks were spent taking Blaine back and forth to the doctor, planning the wedding (set for
mid- December) with Kurt, and buying Blaine a new wardrobe. The latter was oddly the most difficult of
the three, because Blaine would insist on buying it all himself on one shopping trip or refuse to let them
buy anything unless it was really cheap the next. Blaine's doctor visits were going exceptionally well,
though his eye was still bandaged, less heavily now, with an eye patch to hold it in place. The doctors were
hesitant about letting him return to school on a regular basis, but Carole knew it wouldn't be much longer.
Blaine had proven he could live normally with his injured eye covered and his ribs wrapped. However, as
a nurse she understood their worry about him straining his good eye trying to read things from his seat in
a classroom, and a more general concern about Blaine being the kind of person who pushed himself too
hard too fast.
Because of how well Blaine seemed to be handling his physical state, Carole considered it the last of her
worries in light of everything else happening. Even her wedding wasn't a huge thing on her mind because
she had Kurt to help with that and keep her sane. Honestly, as long as they were all there and Burt became
her husband she would be happy no matter what color the bridesmaid dresses were or whether Kurt
could force Blaine into a suit. The thing that still worried her was the nightmares both Kurt and Blaine had
started having. Most nights they slept together in Blaine's room just to try and prevent them. After the
first night when Burt had made them sleep in their own rooms, they'd been woken up by Blaine screaming
himself hoarse in the room below them. Kurt had refused to leave him after that, and they'd let the boys
settle into a rhythm of comforting each other at night.
She knew from going to wake them up, and Kurt's confessions to her, that Blaine still slept roughly even
with Kurt there, muttering under his breath about Lily or his mother and sometimes his father. Carole
wanted to do something to help him, to give him an outlet to relieve his pain and help him come to terms
with what had happened, but she didn't know what she could do. They had no phone number or way to
contact Lily, and both of his parents were dead. It wasn't until she was reading through the more detailed
reports on some of the things he'd stolen when he was younger that she was hit with a sudden idea.
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While going through the theft reports she'd come to realize that Blaine had lived in a small town,
Conesville, a few hours east of Lima, near Westerville. She'd gone back to look at his old address, and then
at all the documentation she had on his mother's death and burial. She looked up a few locations and
directions and planned an outing for her and Blaine that coming Sunday before he was officially allowed
to return to school. Maybe she couldn't give Blaine his real mother back, and couldn't replace her, but she
could give him a place to go to talk to her. The same way that Kurt and Burt visited Elizabeth's grave on
Mother's Day, her and Blaine could visit Lyra's.
Carole explained her plan to Kurt, Finn, and Burt while Blaine was taking a bath the first Friday in
December. Kurt loved the idea, even though he started to caution her immediately about how Blaine
would react, but she knew the risks. If she drove out there with him he may very well refuse to get out of
the car. They might sit there for hours in silence while she waited to see if he could find the courage to get
out and visit his mother's gravestone. She also had to insist that Kurt not go, even though he tried to put
himself into her plans. As much as Kurt understood Blaine at this point, Carole thought she understood
him pretty well, too. Oddly enough, his mother's death was one of the biggest connections she had with
Blaine since she was actually there shortly after it had happened. She hoped that bringing something
positive into this situation and helping him start healing after all these years was something she could do
for Blaine.
Sunday morning she woke early and got dressed after accepting a sleepy kiss and mumbled
encouragement from Burt before she left the bedroom to go downstairs to Blaine's room. Carole was
careful to push the door open halfway so that it didn't creak. The sight that greeted her made her heart
thump painfully in her chest.
Blaine was on his right side as usual these days, pressed right up against Kurt's left side with his left arm
tight around Kurt's waist and his face buried into Kurt's neck. Carole could just make out his eye patch,
slightly crooked, in the early dawn light coming in through the gap in the curtains. She looked around a
little as she moved towards the bed, taking in the textbooks scattered over the desk, and the clothes
hanging out of some of the dresser drawers. She nearly tripped over the skateboard hidden under a pair of
jeans on the floor, but she'd had years of practice at navigating Finn's cluttered room and regained her
balance quickly.
"Blaine," she whispered softly, dropping onto the edge of the bed and gently shaking his shoulder. "Wake
up, sweetheart."
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Blaine groaned and buried his face deeper into the crook of Kurt's neck. For a moment she thought the
groan was an acknowledgement of her presence, but then she felt the cool sweat coating his skin where
she was touching his shoulder, felt the way the barely noticeable tremors coursed through his upper body
as he twitched in his sleep and hugged Kurt closer. She'd come to realize that he held Kurt closer and
tighter whenever he was in the middle of a nightmare, and considering how tightly Blaine was holding on,
she was astounded that the force of his grip hadn't woken Kurt up. But she also knew she was doing the
right thing by making Blaine visit Lyra's grave this morning. Letting him sleep peacefully once more,
letting him relax and remember his past without all of that anger and fear was critical.
"Blaine, come on, I've got a surprise for you," Carole insisted, shaking the boy a little more roughly and
attempting to roll him away from Kurt.
"No," Blaine whined sleepily. A few more mumbled words that sounded suspiciously like "Kurt" and
"warm" followed as Kurt's arm curled around Blaine and pulled him closer.
Carole sighed in exasperation. This was the exact reason she'd gotten up at the crack of dawn because she
knew getting Blaine awake and separating him from Kurt would take as long as the three hour drive to
Conesville. Okay, maybe not quite, but it would still take a while. As adorable as they were, their
attachment to each other was definitely going to be a detriment to her plans today.
With a great heave, Carole rolled Blaine onto his back and tapped his cheek. "Wake up, Blaine," she
ordered. "We're going on a road trip."
Blaine blinked up at her groggily, scratching his bare chest. There were still a few spots there from some
fading bruises that were yellow in color, but he no longer had to wrap his ribs up and was nearly healed in
that regard. His final appointment for both his eye and his ribs was set for a week after the wedding, and
Carole knew how anxious he was to finally be allowed to move around like a normal person again. Kurt's
final appointment, before the more intense aspects of his physical therapy began, was set for the morning
after the wedding. Carole and Burt would be taking Kurt in for that and then setting out for their long
honeymoon weekend together.
" 's too early," Blaine argued, making to roll back over into Kurt's side. "Sleep is for dawn. Road trips are
for dusk."
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"Then you can sleep in the car," Carole insisted, holding him in place so he couldn't roll over. "I'll even buy
you McDonalds breakfast."
At the mention of food Blaine perked up a little, rubbing his uncovered eye and propping himself up on his
elbows. "You would tempt me with greasy, delicious food," Blaine grumbled.
"I'm not above cheap bribery," Carole retorted playfully. At this point Blaine didn't need help sitting up or
getting out of bed, so Carole stood up and watched him untangle himself from the blankets. A moment
later Blaine twisted back to shake Kurt awake, but Carole latched onto his hand quickly and stopped him.
"No. Kurt's not going," she told him quietly. "This is just you and me, okay?"
"I all right," Blaine replied, looking rather confused, but Carole knew the boy trusted her. Not as much as
he trusted Kurt, but enough for this. At least she hoped so.
Carole waited until Blaine was up on his feet and searching for clean clothes before she left his room and
went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. About fifteen minutes later, Blaine appeared, hair limp and
dripping wet, in a pair of jeans, a striped shirt and dark red sweater that Kurt had insisted on buying him
last week. Blaine had curled his lips at the addition of the sweater, because compared to the striped shirt it
definitely wasn't his style, but Carole could see what Kurt had successfully aimed for now. It did look
fantastic on Blaine, even though he did keep tugging at the buttons.
"That's a nice sweater," Carole complimented as she poured herself some coffee for the road.
Blaine glanced down and tugged on where it was buttoned across his stomach. "It's all right, I guess,"
Blaine muttered. "I think I'll stick to basic t-shirts and jeans." He looked back up. "And bow ties for special
occasions like weddings."
Carole smiled at the last part, glad that Kurt seemed to have finally convinced him to wear a suit for the
wedding. "Kurt finally talked you into it, then?" she asked as they grabbed their coats, gloves, and scarves
and headed out to her car.
"Not really," Blaine shrugged. "I just like messing with him. The bow tie was my idea. It's the only tie I ever
learned how to tie. I used to wear them as a kid."
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A little pang of sadness twisted in Carole's chest as she unlocked her car and got inside. "Bow ties are
hard, that's impressive. I don't think even I know how to tie a bow tie properly."
Blaine raised his eyebrows as Carole started driving and mused, "Lots of things are hard. In fact, you woke
me up at dawn and took me away from my favorite one of those for this surprise."
Out of the corner of her eye Carole saw Blaine make air quotes, and despite the inappropriateness of the
comment she chuckled, but didn't elaborate on where they were going. As promised she stopped by the
McDonalds next to the highway to load up on breakfast food for Blaine from the drive-thru.
By the time they were twenty miles out, Blaine had finished the huge bag of food and was grumbling in his
sleep once more. He slept until they were just outside of Westerville, finally waking up because of the
bright sunlight hitting him in the face. If he recognized where they were he didn't say anything. They
talked a little bit after he woke up, mostly about the wedding and what their living situation would be
after. It was only when they passed the huge sign for Conesville that Blaine froze. Even out of the corner of
her eye, Carole could see him tensing and looking agitated.
"Where are we going?" Blaine asked sharply.
Carole debated being vague for half a second before deciding it would only make things worse. Besides,
Blaine deserved honesty, needed it for their relationship to work at all.
"We're going to visit your mother's grave, Blaine," she said calmly, gripping the steering wheel a little
tighter as she exited the highway.
"You're we're "Blaine swallowed loudly and slid down into his seat, curling in on himself a little and
placing his feet on the dashboard.
As soon as they were officially off the highway Carole pulled into a gas station and parked. Blaine was still
curled in on himself, arms crossed tightly over his chest with a surly, terrified look on his face. She'd never
seen him look so young, so scared or vulnerable, and the instant she saw the expression she knew she was
doing something right. He might protest and fight against this right now, but some day he would thank her
for this, even come out here on his own just to talk to her or bring his own kids to visit.
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"I'm not going to force you to do anything, Blaine," Carole started, gently reaching across and squeezing
his shoulder. He flinched a little and squirmed in his seat. "But I am driving us out to where she's buried. If
we spend two hours sitting in silence in the car, then that's fine. I just... I want to give you this chance to
have a way to still connect to her. A place to go to talk things out or remember her without it haunting you.
I want you to be able to think or talk about your mother and smile."
Blaine shifted some more, biting his lip as he stared out the windshield. "I... I d- don't... shouldn't we bring
flowers or something?" Blaine stammered. "That's what people do when they... when they do this, isn't it?"
Instinctively Carole moved her hand from his shoulder to his cheek, brushing the backside of her fingers
against his face. Of all the things she'd expected Blaine to say right now, that hadn't been one of them. Part
of her was swelling with pride, though. Blaine was more ready for this than she'd realized, even if he
couldn't see it right now. Despite the fact that he seemed to not have been given the opportunity to visit
her grave site even though he'd lived only twenty miles from it for most of his life, he was tentatively open
to the idea, was even thinking about honoring her in some way with flowers.
She really wanted to remark on how sweet he was to think of it, to even kiss him on the cheek and hug
him, but she didn't. Carole offered him a small smile and brushed a stray curl off his forehead. "I'm sure we
can find somewhere along the way."
The remainder of the drive was tense. Blaine was full of snappy remarks whenever she spoke to him, and
he continuously sneered at different buildings and houses they passed, even made a few scathing remarks
to the cashier when they stopped to buy flowers. It was after ten when Carole finally turned onto a gravel
road. About a mile down the graveyard came into view on the right side. A small church with a half-circle
driveway was opposite the rows of graves.
Carole pulled into the little half- loop of gravel and turned the car off. She twisted to look at Blaine sitting
next to her, head down, fingers playing with the petals on one of the pink roses. The pink roses that Blaine
had said were Lyra's favorite. Now that they were here Carole felt terribly nervous. She desperately hoped
Blaine was ready willing to take this next step in his life. To start to let go of how much his mother's
death still haunted him.
"We're here, sweetheart," Carole said softly.
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Blaine nodded jerkily, but didn't move to get out of the car. Carole sighed, and sat back to wait, reaching
across to take hold of Blaine's hand and squeeze it. She didn't know how long they sat there in silence. A
handful of cars made their way past to what she thought must be a farm down the road. A tracker came by
as well, but Blaine remained seated, brushing his fingers over the soft rose petals.
"She she used to braid them into her hair," Blaine said suddenly, and Carole looked over. There was an
look in his eyes that was unfamiliar to her. Carole could see the memories there, the pain and the longing
hidden in his eyes. "One time I... I begged her to put a bunch i- in my hair," Blaine choked out. "M- my dad
thought it was the funniest thing. Even put some in his hair. I started putting them in... in Lily's hair when
she got older."
Surprised by the memory Blaine had just shared with her, Carole remained silent, squeezing his hand a
little tighter as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door.
"I'm gonna... "Blaine trailed off and pulled his hand free, picking the flowers up from his lap and stepping
out of the car.
Carole didn't need to hear the rest of his sentence to know what he was doing. She watched him close the
door slowly, and little by little trudge across the road, up the small hill and into the first row of graves.
Part of her mind was imagining the scene he'd just described to her while he paced back and forth through
the rows. Blaine wandered seemingly aimlessly for a long time, stopping at random ones, and crossing and
uncrossing his arms as Carole kept an eye on him. Finally, his steps faltered before one on the far right
side. Even from the distance she could visibly see his shoulders rise as he sucked in a steadying breath and
stepped forward.
She couldn't tell if he was speaking to the grave or not, but she watched him kneel down and place the
flowers against the stone. Carole was almost surprised that he'd made the step and gone over there on
their first visit, but Blaine had always been full of surprises, both good and bad. And she knew how strong
he was, knew how much his life had changed, how much he'd opened up and was more prepared for this
thanks to Kurt. Carole just hoped now that he'd seen how much better things could be that he could find a
way to heal these old wounds enough to not be haunted by them anymore. It would take time, years and
years of it, but she knew if anyone could find peace with time despite the intensity of his experience, it was
Blaine. He'd managed to survive so much, and had finally found somewhere safe for him to work through
his past and handle it better than he had the first time.
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It wasn't more than a few minutes before Blaine got up on his feet and quickly made his way back to the
car. The abruptness worried her a little, but all of this was obviously overwhelming for him. After years of
trying to forget it all, forget the terrible tragedy he'd come home to and the way his family had one by one
disappeared from his life, now he had the opportunity to reclaim some part of that life. To let those
memories free and take away some part of that pain. Carole knew he would never fully forget or heal, the
same way she would never forget Finn's father or that Burt and Kurt wouldn't forget Elizabeth, but she
knew it helped.
"Can... can we go now?" Blaine asked, fumbling with the belt once he got into the car, his voice shaky and
hoarse. "All I can hear I can't her voice... "
"Shh," Carole soothed, leaning over and finally hugging him like she'd been wanting to do, waiting for this
moment when he was finally letting all of this back in, even if it was only the slightest bit. "It's a lot right
now, but she would be so proud of you. We all are, Blaine."
Blaine trembled in her arms, but she could tell he wasn't crying. He wasn't there yet, wasn't ready to let
everything out, but she wasn't worried. Letting things out and dealing with them piece by piece was what
Blaine always did. Someday he would find comfort in coming here and talking to her, and until then Carole
would be there to help him come to terms with all the heartache in his young life. She would be there by
his side every step of the way, watching him embrace every aspect of his life that he'd needed to shut out
in order to survive.
Blaine didn't need to shut anything out anymore, though. Everything he needed he'd found with her, Kurt,
Burt, and Finn. They were a new family, just starting to get used to each other, with their own issues, but
they were perfect for Blaine. Perfect to help that scared little boy from the hospital become the man Carole
kept seeing shine through.

A strange feeling of calmness spread through Blaine as soon as he woke up early Monday morning. At first
he thought it had to do with not waking up to stare up at the word "FAGGOT" painted on the wall over his
bed, or even the yellow square that had replaced it. Then he thought that Kurt's warm presence curled
into his right side was somehow more soothing than it was normally, but as he blinked slowly a few times
and took in the silent room, and the dull gray light filtering in from the windows over his head, he realized
what the reason was.
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He'd had no nightmares last night. Not old ones about memories of his mother, or new ones involving his
sister or Kurt or even Carole, Burt, or Finn. Blaine had no memory of anything he'd dreamed about last
night, just a pleasant warm feeling in the pit of his stomach.
It was a nice sensation for him, not waking up shouting, crying, or drenched in his own sweat. Having Kurt
there with him had usually helped to calm him down, but even Kurt's presence hadn't stopped the
nightmares from coming. Almost every night since his sister and grandfather had departed he'd had
terrible, upsetting dreams that made him feel like his world was being ripped apart. Even waking up in
Kurt's tight, warm embrace had only done so much to sooth him. That night was unprecedented
considering how the last six weeks had been, but as he lay there he remembered where he and Carole had
gone yesterday. Blaine had only stayed by her headstone for five minutes and it had dumped a ton of old
memories on him, but somehow he felt a little lighter a little more sure of himself even though part of
him still felt horribly numb.
After a few moments of staring up at the ceiling his ceiling, in his room he turned his head and nudged
his nose against Kurt's forehead, not trying to wake him up but just to feel that closeness and intimacy
he'd never found anywhere else. Today he was to start school again. Carole and Kurt were adamant that
he only stay for half the day, but Blaine was just as determined to stay the entire day. He'd been surprised
when Burt had taken his side on the matter, but the older man seemed to understand how crazy he was
going being cooped up for weeks on end, probably because Burt's own time having to stay at home had
been still fresh on his mind.
The alarm clock on the table next to his side of the bed started beeping loudly. Kurt groaned and
burrowed his face deeper into Blaine's shoulder as Blaine fumbled for the device and switched it off.
"I think this is the first time I've been excited to go to school since I was ten," Blaine said into the silence.
Kurt shifted a little against him, sighing resignedly and turning his face up enough to kiss the side of
Blaine's neck.
"You'll change your mind before English is over," he muttered.
"Will not," Blaine argued. "I get to spend almost the whole day with you." He uncurled the arm under
Kurt's side and slid it down his hip to his ass and squeezed. "Maybe I'll get to cop a few good feels, too."
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Kurt squealed in surprise, and for once Blaine was glad his arm was still in a sling because he couldn't
smack him in the chest for the pinch.
"Pervert," Kurt growled, rolling over and crushing Blaine's arm beneath his body.
"Sack of potatoes," Blaine teased, rolling with Kurt and yanking his arm free. He'd been slightly surprised
by how quickly he'd been able to start to move his upper body normally. After his last time dealing with
broken ribs he'd expect the same sharp pains that had persisted for close to four months, but his injuries
weren't as bad this time around. There'd been no punctured lung or ribs snapped in half, just a few cracks
and a lot of deep bruising.
"You're not very useful yourself," Kurt retorted, accepting Blaine's soft kiss.
"More useful than you," Blaine said slyly, sliding his arms around Kurt's waist and laying on him as much
as possible with his arm sling still in the way. For the most part they'd found it was fine for them to lay like
this now, especially since Kurt only had a few more days before its removal and had already started some
of his physical therapy. "At least I can put my arms around you."
Blaine felt Kurt pout against his lips as he leaned in to kiss him again. He wasted no time, taking Kurt's
pouty lip and pulling it between his teeth to suck and nibble on. A soft gasp brushed over his lips as he
pulled back, his hands running along Kurt's lower back as he shifted his mouth to Kurt's jaw line.
"Blaine," Kurt murmured, a note of warning in his voice. These days Blaine tended to listen to him, or the
ache in his ribs when they were in this position, but Kurt's voice wasn't full of pain as it had been those
times. And honestly? He was almost positive his ribs were fully healed anyway, even if his final
appointment wasn't until next week. He felt fantastic and while he knew there was no chance of doing
everything he wanted to do right now, that didn't mean they could at least do something.
"Kurt," Blaine mocked, his voice coming out a little rough. Arousal was already surging through him after
weeks of not even attempting to be this close to each other. He slid one arm out from under Kurt, using it
to hold himself up some as he rolled his hips against Kurt's thigh. Through the thin fabric of Kurt's pajama
pants he could feel the other boy's cock, still mostly soft but definitely not for long if he had any say in the
matter.
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"Blaine," Kurt said again, louder and more breathless as Blaine continued to slowly rock his hips and suck
on his neck. "Your ribs "
"Are fine," Blaine cut in, sliding his left hand under Kurt's shirt and then down to the waistband of his
pants. He slipped a few fingers under it and pressed them against Kurt's ass, making Kurt groan and arch
up against him. Kurt was just tugging him down for what he hoped was going to be an intense, passionate,
and desperate kiss when someone cleared their throat loudly behind them.
Blaine jerked his hips down once more as Kurt pulled their mouths apart and tried to roll Blaine off of him.
Reluctantly, Blaine rolled onto his side and looked towards the doorway. Burt was standing there, not
looking terribly surprised, but still uncomfortable given the situation. It only made Blaine want to push
the man's buttons more, because it wasn't everyday he had a good chance to mess with Burt.
"It's no wonder you and Carole are a perfect match," Blaine quipped. "You both have horrific timing. I
swear, every time we're trying to get off "
"Breakfast in fifteen, guys," Burt cut in sharply. He pointed a stern finger at Blaine. "Don't make me split
you two up every night."
Blaine frowned at him, but said nothing as Burt shook his head. Blaine swore he saw a faint smile on
Burt's face as he left the room. In a flash Blaine had rolled back onto Kurt, grinding down against him and
sucking on his neck again.
"Let me blow you," he requested, scraping his teeth over the wet skin as Kurt squirmed and giggled.
"Blaine, the door's wide open," Kurt started, gasping slightly as Blaine cupped him through the front of his
pajama pants.
"I'm an exhibitionist," Blaine quipped, gently massaging Kurt's balls as he leaned back in and kissed the
soft skin right behind Kurt's earlobe. "I'm pretty sure that's been obvious since day one."
"The right side of your bed is looking awfully cold tonight, Blaine!" Burt hollered down the hall.
With a sad groan Blaine stilled and let his head flop down on the pillow, face first, next to Kurt's.
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"It's about time he had some leverage on you," Kurt laughed. "Even if he is using me to do it."
"Hate you," Blaine grumbled into the pillow. But then he remembered what this weekend was. The
wedding was Friday morning, continuing into the early afternoon and then Kurt had his appointment
where he'd no long need his sling. After that Burt and Carole were gone until Wednesday on their
honeymoon. He'd already convinced Puck to keep Finn out of the house Friday night in exchange for some
sort of guitar jam session over winter break. Puck had really come through to get Blaine and Kurt alone,
getting Rachel to drag Finn to a theatre or dance class or something of the like, and then to her house for
all of Saturday. "You'll be all mine this weekend," Blaine added, nipping Kurt on the ear as he pushed
himself up a little.
"But Finn will be h "
"Already taken care of, babe," Blaine told him. He curled his tongue around the shell of Kurt's ear, eliciting
a little gasp and a weak roll of Kurt's hips.
"But your ribs "
"Still fine "
"But I won't be able to do much with my arm still "
"I like doing most of the work, or have you already forgotten how hard I used to ride and fuck you?" Blaine
murmured seductively, moving his lips down to the same spot he'd been sucking on before.
"God, I don't think I could "
"I think your bed's going to replace the freezer in the kitchen at this rate!"
Kurt snorted at his father's shout from the kitchen. The mood Blaine had been trying to reclaim vanished,
because Kurt had snorted. Actually snorted loud and clear and as adorable as it was Blaine could hardly
believe his boyfriend had just made that sound. While it did nothing to keep him hard, it definitely made
him fall in love with Kurt just a little more.
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"I'm going to go shower and get ready," Kurt decided, giving him a fleeting kiss on the cheek and getting
up out of bed. He turned back in the doorway and smiled. "You better keep that promise about this
weekend."
Blaine grinned in reply, watching the little sway to Kurt's hips as he left the room. He dressed quickly,
combed his hair, and grabbed his bag before heading to the bathroom on the other side of the staircase.
After a quick brush and floss, he ended up in the kitchen with Burt who was setting a plate piled high with
scrambled eggs on the table.
"That one's all yours," Burt grunted as Blaine dropped down into the seat in front of it. "Put as much
cheese in it as I dared with Kurt around."
"He's such a cholesterol drama queen," Blaine retorted, grabbing a piece of toast and piling eggs onto it.
Just as he was folding the toast over and getting ready to take a bite, Kurt strolled in and dropped down
next to him.
"Finn just texted me to say he's on his way over since we can't drive right now," Kurt informed him. "And I
heard that, by the way. That promise is a two way street, Anderson. I will make you miserable."
"You wouldn't d "
"I would, Blaine Xavier. I absolutely would," Kurt retorted sharply, narrowing his eyes. "Ease up on the
eggs."
"Why? I'll have you to help me work it all off this weekend," Blaine replied with a knowing grin.
"Your bed is about to become the far reaches of space," Burt chimed in loudly.
Kurt pulled the remaining plate of eggs out of Blaine's reach and started in on his own, much healthier
meal. Grumbling mutinously, Blaine finished off his egg and toast sandwich and grabbed a handful of
orange slices.
Finn arrived ten minutes later, and after a few goodbyes to Burt they hopped into the car and headed to
McKinley. As excited as Blaine had been to finally get out of the house and have something to do with his
time he hadn't expected all the looks being aimed his way. From the moment he got out of the car,
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everyone turned to look at him and whisper. Kurt had told him there had been an article on the front page
about the attack the Sunday after it had happened, but he'd figured nobody would bother to remember it
six weeks later. Obviously he'd been wrong. No amount of glaring or sneering or angry looks seemed to
deter the whispers, and it was only the reassuring grip Kurt had on his right hand that made him keep his
temper in check.
Blaine hated being noticed, hated invasive questions and just being acknowledged in general. Even his
teachers seemed to take notice of him, welcoming him back and holding him back after class to collect any
work he'd done while he'd been out. Most of them had been surprised at the stack of papers he'd handed
over, including the assignments due for the rest of this week. He'd only rolled his eyes at that, because
honestly, what the hell else was he going to do for six weeks? Tap dance to the moon and back?
He'd also been wrong about which classes he had today, which had meant saying goodbye to Kurt after
English. At first he'd been really annoyed and upset at the fact, but then Mike had found them in the
hallway so he could see Tina and they'd split off, Kurt and Tina heading to their next class and Blaine and
Mike heading to Calculus. Blaine had forgotten the other boy was actually in his class. But then again, Mike
tended to sit up front and pay attention, unlike himself.
Today, however, Mike joined him in the back and even though Blaine was hesitant at the interaction, by
the end of class they were flicking paper footballs at each other and ended up getting held back and
scolded for it. He left the room grinning despite himself, because even if he barely knew Mike, the guy was
easy- going and didn't ask questions or take things too seriously. An hour and a half of Italian had followed
that, and then he headed to the last lunch of the day. Only for the first time since school started, he wasn't
eating alone. He'd never realized it, but both Puck and Mike usually sat in the opposite corner of the room
from the hidden corner he preferred. They dropped down on the bench across from him and he'd been so
surprised he barely remembered to eat.
In Chemistry he had Kurt by his side, and Kurt's usual lab partner, Emily, who seemed a little nervous by
his presence, but relaxed quite a bit once Kurt started fussing over him and whether or not he was tired or
wanted to head home early. He glared at Kurt and then silenced him with a kiss that had made Mrs.
Mentore scold him, but had made Emily laugh. The fact that there was someone at McKinley outside of
Glee that didn't think him and Kurt together was disgusting was definitely a boost for his mood.
As soon as they got back to the house after school Blaine headed to the couch, only to find himself being
shaken awake by Burt hours later. The rest of the night had gone well for him, and with his homework to
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finish and a football game Burt asked him to watch he once again slept through the night with no
problems. Tuesday followed a similar pattern, and then Wednesday was only a half day at school to start
their winter break. Both Burt and Carole were there to pick the three of them up, and take them to pick up
their tuxedos and make sure they fit. Everyone except Finn kept shooting him funny looks, and it was only
after their tuxedos checked out and were stored in the back of the car that he finally spoke up.
"Why the hell are you three gawking at me every five seconds?" Blaine demanded, glaring at the back of
the driver's seat. He saw Burt glance up in the rearview mirror and then exchange a look with Carole.
Carole spun around in her seat as Burt continued to drive. For a moment Blaine flinched when he realized
they were going out of his ankle monitor's radius, but then he remembered he didn't have it anymore. It
was still difficult to process and remember when he'd had the thing secured around his calf for almost
eighteen months.
"We're going to it's sort of a surprise," Kurt told him.
For one heart stopping moment Blaine hoped they were going to meet up with Lily. That they were going
to pick her up and bring her back to live with them forever, but he knew that wasn't possible, no matter
how many times he dreamed about it.
"What kind of surprise?" Blaine asked suspiciously.
"Well, me and Burt were... we were trying to think of a Christmas present for you," Carole explained, "but
we didn't know what to get. Kurt gave us an idea, but none of us know anything about them so we need
you to pick it out "
"Pick what out?" Blaine insisted, his heart sinking even though he'd known all along it had nothing to do
with his sister. He also didn't understand what they'd need him to pick it out. It sounded like they were
talking about clothes, and Kurt was practically an expert on those. Why would they need him there?
"A new guitar," Burt answered when nobody else spoke up. Blaine blinked in surprise at his answer,
because he hadn't expected that, but he'd definitely missed having one around since it had been destroyed
in the break- in. At the same time he didn't want them spending the kind of money that one had cost on
him. He knew Burt and Carole both had money saved up, and Carole had made enough by selling her
house within the past few weeks that they'd have plenty left over for furnishing the new house, once
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Burt's house sold, and their honeymoon, but he still didn't feel right about them spending any money on
him at all. Every penny should go towards Kurt and Finn for college or something, not a guitar. Not for
Blaine.
"Guitars are expensive," Blaine insisted lamely, shifting uncomfortably next to Kurt. He knew they could
easily find one for a few hundred without a problem. He just hated the thought of them spending
evenmore money on him. If he'd had a job by now he wouldn't mind so much because he could pay rent
and use the money he still had left from his grandfather for additional purchases, but he didn't have that
regular income. The money was quickly dwindling from all the new clothes he'd had to buy, as well as the
rent he'd forced Burt to take at the beginning of December.
"It's Christmas time, kiddo, and it's not like you're going to ask for a Gibson" Burt said, a little uncertainty
creeping into his tone alongside his attempt at making a light hearted joke. "We can at least look and save
buying one for summer or Easter or something if you're uncomfortable."
"A guitar for Easter?" Blaine echoed. Even the idea of it sounded ridiculous to him as Burt pulled off the
main road and onto a side street. A few minutes later they pulled into a tiny shopping center where a little
music shop was tucked away.
"That's why the plan is for Christmas," Burt retorted with a little chuckle as they all climbed out of the car
and headed towards the shop. When Blaine remained silent, Burt added, "It's not like it's something you'll
never use, Blaine. You've been playing the piano in the hall from the time Kurt leaves for school in the
morning until he returns."
"I'm back in school now," Blaine argued. "I won't play as much."
"But you love to play," Carole said with conviction. "It's something you could even pursue in college."
Blaine clamped his lips shut as Finn pushed the little shop door open and held it for them to all troop
inside. He couldn't imagine himself going to college at all. Hell, this time last year he couldn't have even
pictured himself graduating high school, but now he thought he might see a glimmer of hope where that
was concerned. Blaine tried not to think about the possibility of college as the door closed behind him. It's
not like he'd ever be able to afford that anyway, and he'd refuse any help Carole or Burt offered because
they had their own sons to worry about helping.
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The middle aged man at the register called a greeting to them as they entered and headed towards the
large rack full of guitars on the left wall opposite the registers.
"Anything I can help you guys with?"
"'Uh, no, no," Burt decided after a moment. "I think Blaine's got a handle on it."
"Let me know if you need anything!"
Blaine had already moved towards the wall, sliding between a few pianos to pick up one of the acoustics.
He knew his old guitar had been incredibly expensive since his grandfather had bought it, but right now
he wanted to just find something cheap that sounded good so they didn't spend all of their money on him.
Finn had disappeared to the back where the drums were set up, and Carole and Kurt plopped down on a
bench as he looked a few of the models over. Finally, Blaine settled on a Fender, with the sunburst finish
he was fond of, dropping down onto a stool and giving it a quick strum. He winced as soon as he hit the
first string. It was horribly out of tune.
"Want a tuner?" the guy at the counter asked, holding one up.
Blaine was surprised to find the man had been watching him the whole time, but he shook his head. "I'd
rather do it by ear."
The man nodded at him, and slid the tuning device back into the glass display case under the registers.
"I'm the same way. Best way to do it, really. Can't depend on a tuner if its lost "
The door of the shop opened and with a final glance the man moved over to greet the newest customers, a
woman and her daughter.
Blaine took his time tuning, smiling slightly as Kurt pressed the notes on the piano that he was tuning the
strings to. He was vaguely aware of the guy working up front apologizing to the woman about something,
and explaining something about lessons, but as he finish tuning the last string just right he stopped trying
to listen in and tested out a few riffs.
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Even the first few notes made his eye close and loosen the tight knot in his chest from worrying about
money. Nothing could hurt him here, not while he was playing and feeling and just existing with the guitar
strings rough against his finger tips and the hollow wooden humming against his chest. And the guitar
sounded surprisingly good. Nothing compared to the professional grade one he'd had before, but it was
still fantastic.
"Sounds like you never stopped," Kurt said from his left. His fingers finally paused as he opened his eyes
and looked up.
Before Blaine could reply, a few notes were tapped out on one of the pianos behind Kurt. He looked over
to see the same little girl sitting there while her mother continued to talk with the employee up front.
After clearing his throat gruffly, Blaine looked over the guitar, checking various parts and things before
testing a few others, making sure to stay away from the more expensive ones, but finding he liked the first
one best.
A wave of guilt crashed over him as Burt and Carole moved up to the register to buy it. He hated having
them spend money on him, even if it what only a couple hundred dollars. They already did more than
enough for him. The employee moved over to help them, leaving the slightly annoyed woman to look over
a notebook or brochure.
Kurt had disappeared to the back to find Finn, and Blaine was left standing there, squirming guiltily as
Burt and Carole checked out. He couldn't stand to watch them, and he was just getting ready to leave when
the same four notes, the last one still too flat, were played on the piano behind him. Blaine turned to see
the little girl still sitting there, a music book propped up on the piano and her tongue poking out of her
mouth as she tried to play the piece.
His heart constricted tightly at the sight, and even though the girl was blond and several years younger
than Lily he was still reminded of her. Reminded of how he'd once taught her to play the same way his
mother had shown him how to play. Blaine took a few tentative steps towards her, nervous about her
mother noticing and freaking out or even pulling the girl away from him because to her he could be just
some crazy delinquent. The fact that his ankle monitor was gone, all of his piercings had been removed at
the hospital and he hadn't bothered to put them back in didn't even cross his mind as he moved to the side
of the piano and watched her struggle.
"The last one should be F sharp," he directed softly.
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The young girl startled at the sound of his voice and looked up as he dropped down onto the bench beside
her and played the four quarter notes correctly. At first he thought his eye patch would frighten her, but
she didn't seem too bothered by it after she got over the initial shock of him appearing. He'd grown used
to playing with his eye patch on after all these weeks, but it still felt slightly weird to him. Luckily the girl
was on his right side so he could turn to look at her. Still not entirely sure why he was doing this, Blaine
waited to see if she'd repeat the notes to him, and when she did, he pointed to the little piano exercise in
the book, and placed his finger on the symbol that indicated the F was sharp.
"Any note with that next to it means its sharp," Blaine explained kindly. "It means the note goes up half a
step, which is what the black keys are for." He played a few chords and notes with a lot of flats and sharps
to demonstrate. "To make any note sharp you just move over to the first key to the right, which is usually a
black key unless it's a B or an E, then it's the white key next to it."
The girl nodded quietly to him, and followed the patterns he played for the next few minutes, alternating
between the main notes and the sharps.
"Give me an E sharp," he said quickly, smiling brightly as the girl hit the right note. "Awesome job!"
"You wanna try the exercise again?" Blaine asked her, completely unaware of the audience they now had.
He hadn't noticed that Finn and Kurt had returned and were watching, or that the four adults up front had
stopped to watch them in surprise.
It wasn't until he counted them off slowly and started to play along with her to help her keep time that he
looked up and found Kurt's eyes on him. A huge smile was on Kurt's face, the same one that made his heart
pound and brought a faint blush to his face, the one that Blaine was pretty sure meant that Kurt
was proud of him.
As they finished the exercise he congratulated her on playing it right, and then tensed as an unfamiliar
hand fell on his shoulder.
"I think you've found yourself a new guy to teach lessons, Adam," the girl's mother said, smiling kindly
down at him. It wasn't a look Blaine was used to adults directing at him, but he hesitantly returned the
smile as the woman collected her daughter and said she'd be back the same time next week for her
daughter's lesson with him. The fact that she meant Blaine flew straight over his head until she was gone
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and the employee Adam, he thought she'd said grabbed a music book off the shelf and set it down in
front of him.
"Think you can play that?" he asked Blaine. "That's what our most advanced kids are playing right now."
Blaine glanced at it and then smirked. "Oh, please, I could play that in my sleep," Blaine quipped as he
started to play the song. "Hell, I can play it with one damn eye."
Adam laughed, sounding relived as he watched Blaine continue to play through the song. The man raced
off to find more sheet music, returning a few minutes later with something extremely advanced that
Blaine played through with no problem. He felt himself flushing with pride as he finished, his stomach
flipping as his loved ones applauded him.
"God, please, tell me you're interested in the job," Adam practically begged. "Our last guy up and quit
without any notice this morning, and now I've only got two teachers and neither of them can play piano
and I can't do all the lessons for it by myself."
"I- I, uh... " Blaine stammered in amazement. He'd been looking for a job for almost eight months, had been
desperate to find one now that Burt and Carole had taken him in and wanted to pay for everything, but
he'd never expected one to just fall into his lap like this.
"It'll only be part-time, of course," Adam continued quickly, looking anxious. "Weekend mornings and a
few nights a week. Same schedule every week unless you need a day off or I do, then we'll just switch it
around. If it's cool with you, I'd also have you up here for some parts of your shifts, too, once I teach you
how to run the register and make sure you're up to speed on everything we carry, what do you say?"
"S- sure," Blaine stuttered, taking himself by surprise at how readily he'd accepted the offer. Besides, he
loved to play music, whether it was piano, guitar, or anything else he could get his hands on, and it wasn't
everyday he got a job offer. Most of the time they didn't even give him a chance for an interview, because
of his ankle m
Blaine glanced down, and wiggled his foot a little. Adam didn't know he'd been in trouble without it on.
Would he change his mind once he looked into Blaine's background and found out? And then something
his grandfather had once told him came back to him. As long as he was a minor they couldn't look at his
record until he was eighteen. Everything from before was confidential and sealed until next October. He'd
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known that for a long time, and it was one of the main reasons he'd hated the ankle monitor so much in
the first place. With that on it didn't matter if employers couldn't see his criminal records. All they had to
do was glance down to know he was trouble, but not now.
"Really?" Adam beamed. Blaine wouldn't even have been surprised to find that the other man had pissed
himself. "When do you think you can start? Sunday maybe? We're slowest on Sundays, so I can teach you
everything, jam a little, but can you, um, drive with that?"
Adam nodded towards his eye patch.
"I'm supposed to get it off next week, but I can always skate over," Blaine decided.
"I can drive him," Kurt offered quickly, beaming as brightly as Adam was. He raised his sling. "I get this off
Friday and I'll be good to go." Blaine was suddenly tugged off the bench by his boyfriend and as Carole and
Burt finished checking out. Adam passed him some papers to fill out, took down his name, address and
phone number, and decided on a time for him to come by on Sunday.
Blaine felt dazed as they left the little shop and piled back into the car. For most of the night he kept
digging into his pocket and pulling the slip of paper with the store's phone number and the time for his
first shift out just to make sure it was still real. The five of them watched a movie after dinner, and once it
was over, Blaine did something he'd never thought he'd actually do.
As Kurt followed him towards his room for the night he stopped and turned around, pulling Kurt into his
arms for a tight hug. He pressed a soft kiss to his neck and whispered, "I think I'm gonna try things on my
own tonight, okay?"
Kurt stiffened a little in his arms, but he felt the other boy nod against his cheek. "Okay," Kurt murmured.
"If you need anything... "
"I'll know where to find you," Blaine finished. "Same thing goes for you. If... if you have any bad dreams
you can come up here."
Kurt pulled back, a little smile on his face as he nodded once more. As much as Blaine wanted to sleep in
the same bed with Kurt every night, he also wanted to be able to do it on his own without nightmares. It
wasn't possible for them to sleep in the same bed every night, no matter how much he wished it were.
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"I love you," Kurt said.
Blaine leaned back in, his fingers stroking Kurt's cheek. "I know," he assured him, because with his own
epiphany about their relationship and future, he'd realized that Kurt was just as scared as he was to lose
this. That only together were they ever going to make this work for as long as they both hoped it would. "I
love you, too," Blaine told him. He kissed Kurt gently once more. "Sweet dreams."
He watched Kurt disappear down the hall before heading into his own room, feeling responsible and
grown up. Burt would surely approve, Blaine mused as he kicked his jeans off and pulled his shirt over his
head before he collapsed onto his bed. Blaine slept fitfully for a few hours, waking up scared and sweaty to
find that Kurt was there, crawling under the covers and snuggling close to him. The next few days passed
in the same way. They both tried to sleep on their own, but nightmares kept cropping up and they ended
up in each other's rooms anyway.
The morning of the wedding dawned, and for Blaine everything was a huge, bizarre blur. Kurt was rushing
around making sure everything was perfect, Finn was half-strangling himself with his tie every time he
tried to tie it, and Burt was flustered and bobbing around anxiously while he waited for the ceremony to
start. All of New Directions was there as well, and while Blaine and Kurt had to sit out the dance down the
aisle to start the wedding because of their lingering injuries, everything was amazing. Burt had even
insisted on pulling Blaine up to stand with the wedding party, and Kurt was teary eyed by the end of
Carole and Burt's speeches.
Blaine spent most of the reception trying to get Kurt to sneak off instead of twirling around on the dance
floor, but he settled for a calm, easy swaying when Kurt told him very firmly that they'd have time for that
later. It was the most fun Blaine could remember having had in a long time, and even the slight dread he
felt about Kurt's appointment afterwards couldn't stop him from smiling brightly all afternoon. The trip to
the doctor's office was short and quick. Kurt's arm sling was taken off, and they spent some time flexing
and stretching his arm before going over the schedule for his remaining physical therapy.
After that Carole drove them all back to Burt's house where she smothered them all with several hugs and
kisses before her and Burt left for their honeymoon. Blaine was anxious and excited for the next few
hours, waiting for Finn to finally leave so that him and Kurt could have the house to themselves. Puck
showed up at around dusk and dragged Finn away for the night while Kurt was showering. Blaine raced
down to Kurt's room, dropping onto the bed while he listened to the shower run in the adjacent bathroom.
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The sound was just starting to lull him to sleep when the water cut off, and a few minutes later Kurt
appeared, still dripping wet with a towel held loosely around his waist. Blaine blinked the sleep out of his
eyes, smiling widely at the sight, his cock starting to harden already.
"You should have saved the shower for later," Blaine called out, making Kurt jump. "After we're done
you're going to need another one.
"Blaine!" Kurt gasped in surprise, clutching the towel a little tighter, and looking self-conscious. "I'm n- not
wearing anything "
"I've kissed every inch of your naked body," Blaine reminded him, standing up and walking over to Kurt,
feeling slightly nervous himself. They'd barely had the chance to get used to each other before the attack
had happened. Now, they'd spent the past six weeks without sex, just a lot of silly teasing and soft kisses.
"That's true," Kurt said breathlessly, watching Blaine stop in front of him. Blaine reached up and stroked
his cheek gently, running his other hand through Kurt's damp hair.
"Here," Blaine murmured, taking hold of the towel and tugging it loose. "Let me dry you off, baby."
A faint gasp fell from Kurt's parted lips as Blaine looped the towel around Kurt's waist and dragged it up
his back, grabbing a handful and slowly rubbing it over his hair. Blaine took his time, massaging Kurt's
scalp and placing a few feather light kisses on the corners of his mouth and his cheeks. In a way this felt
like the first time for them all over again, the first time since he'd completely opened himself up and told
Kurt his fears about them and their future. He was Kurt's now so much more than he was then, was ready
to give Kurt everything he'd wanted to give him the first time they'd done this. Only he hadn't known how
then, had still been afraid and rough. Part of him still felt guilty about his roughness the night Kurt had lost
his virginity, no matter how many times Kurt said he'd loved it. He wanted to do this kinder than he had
before, wanted Kurt to feel all of the love Blaine had for him.
As Blaine finished drying Kurt's hair he cast the towel aside and pulled Kurt flush against his chest,
tangling one arm tightly around Kurt's waist as the other hand guided Kurt's mouth towards his. "You're
everything to me, Kurt," Blaine whispered, brushing their noses together before kissing him Blaine took
things slow, gently coaxing Kurt's lips apart with his tongue, tried to be as tender and loving as Kurt had
been the first time he'd topped. He wanted to return that sweetness to Kurt, to show him what he still
struggled to put into words sometimes.
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Kurt pulled back from his kiss after a few moments, breathing shallowly, eyes slightly glassy. Against his
thigh, Blaine could already feel Kurt growing hard. "I feel a little underdressed," Kurt sighed, his hands
tugging at the hem of Blaine's shirt.
Without a word, Blaine raised his arms above his head, letting Kurt pull his shirt off and over his head. As
Kurt brought him close again, Blaine felt the dampness of Kurt's skin against his chest and sucked in a
deep breath.
"You're still wet," Blaine told him, sucking in a bead of water on Kurt's neck. "Let me try something
different to get you dry."
Kurt moaned at his words, so Blaine bent down and pressed his open mouth to Kurt's shoulder,
alternating between sucking the water droplets off his clean skin, and lapping the beads up with his
tongue. Blaine followed the trails down Kurt's chest, dropping to his knees to catch one bead on Kurt's
navel. He pressed his tongue against it firmly, making Kurt's hips rock into him and his erection brush
against Blaine's neck. But for now he ignored Kurt's cock, and instead focused on the trail of water, using
his tongue to trace the path up Kurt's toned stomach, over his ribs, to his nipple where he stopped.
"Blaine," Kurt breathed, his hips jerking once more as his fists tangled into Blaine's curls.
Blaine hummed softly against the little nub, flicking his tongue against it a few times before sucking the
soft skin into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth. He stopped only when he felt Kurt trembling so much
his knee started to shake. A few kisses were pressed along Kurt's stomach, following the wet trail back
down as Blaine's hands slid down his back, dropping to the curve of his ass.
"You're beautiful like this," Blaine mumbled against Kurt's navel, his hands kneading Kurt's ass cheeks as
his mouth teased the tight skin just above the base of Kurt's cock. "Naked, perfect, and wanting."
"B- bed," Kurt stammered, whimpering loudly when Blaine pressed his lips to the side of Kurt's cock, his
tongue sliding out to tug at his ball sack. "Blaine, please, I "
Blaine was back on his feet instantly, walking Kurt backwards towards the bed with firm kiss. Kurt's knees
buckled when they hit the mattress and Blaine let him drop down and slide up to lay against the pillows as
he stumbled over to Kurt's dresser in search of lube and condoms. His own cock throbbed angrily as the
zipper of his pants rubbed over it, and Blaine bit back a groan as he tugged the top drawer open. The lube
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and condoms were buried at the bottom, but Blaine pulled them out quickly and returned to the bed,
pausing at the sight that greeted him. Kurt was stretched out, pale skin still damp looking as he slowly
stroked himself and arched up off the bed slightly.
Blaine whimpered at the sight, dropping the bottle and box onto the mattress as Kurt sat up and tugged
him forward by the waistband of his pants.
"You need to be naked now," Kurt ordered, kissing his stomach, and teasing the dark hairs that lined it
with his tongue as he tugged the button open.
Blaine groaned in agreement, tangling one hand through Kurt's hair as his zipper was pulled down. Kurt
pushed his boxers and pants down his hips, his mouth moving down to the newly exposed skin. As much
as he loved what Kurt was going right now, the way his mouth was moving along the side of Blaine's cock,
Blaine had to push Kurt away a little in order to fully get rid of his pants and step out of them.
"Lie back down, Kurt," Blaine requested softly, fumbling for the bottle he'd dropped. Kurt shifted back
across the bed, laying down on his back and reaching out a hand for Blaine. Without any hesitation Blaine
took it, and let himself be tugged onto the bed, catching himself as he dropped down over Kurt.
He leaned down for a reassuring kiss, one hand drifting down to stroke the soft skin over Kurt's hip bone.
"How's your shoulder?" Blaine asked as he kissed the other man on the cheek and shifted his legs until
they were settled between Kurt's.
"Sore from being used so much all of a sudden, but fine," Kurt assured him. "I want you filling me up and
pressed against me," he continued earnestly, fixing Blaine with a trusting gaze to dispel any worries
Blaine laughed a little, and said, "That's kind of the plan."
"Good," Kurt sighed, his eyes drifting closed. "I've missed this, missed you."
"I'm not going anywhere," Blaine promised, kissing him once more. Kurt smiled widely as Blaine pulled
back and sat up on his knees, uncapping the lube bottle and coating his fingers. He spread it out between
his fingers, warming it up as he dropped his mouth to Kurt's cock laying flat against his stomach.
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Blaine sucked along the underside, smiling slightly at the little mewls of pleasure and the loud, pleased
sighs escaping Kurt.
"Mmm, feels so nice," Kurt murmured above him, and then his hips jolted as Blaine's slick fingers pressed
down between his ass cheeks and started to massage the rim of puckered skin. "Oh, yes!"
The sudden approach to Kurt's sensitive area had made him yelp, and Blaine swallowed thickly, trying to
gain some control over his breathing as Kurt writhed under his mouth and hand, but when he slowly
pushed his middle finger through the ring of muscles Kurt moaned in such a wanton way that he gave up.
His own cock bobbed against his stomach, aching for some kind of friction as he thrust his finger slowly,
watching and feeling the way Kurt's muscles clenched tightly around him.
"God, more, Blaine," Kurt panted, arching towards his hand as Blaine tried to remember what he'd been
doing with his mouth. Kurt's hard cock bumped against his lips as he pressed a second finger inside, and
he instinctively sucked the head into his mouth, his entire body shivering at the cry that Kurt gave.
A broken moan followed as he started to thrust his fingers more quickly and bob his head, swallowing as
much of Kurt as he could considering he was already breathing heavily. One of Kurt's hands tangled into
his hair as Kurt's hips moved, rolling with the tempo of his mouth on him.
Blaine pressed a third finger inside as Kurt's body jerked under him, and pulled his mouth off Kurt's cock
as he started to stretch his fingers apart inside Kurt.
"Now, Blaine. I want you inside me now," Kurt pleaded, one hand fumbling over the bed until he found the
lube. Blaine took it from him wordlessly, slowly retracting his fingers as he sat back up, found the
condoms and rolled one onto his cock. Kurt had raised his head enough to watch him as he coated his
aching cock with lube.
Yes, yes, come on" Kurt moaned desperately, wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist to pull him closer.
Breathing heavily, Blaine leaned forward, holding himself up with his right hand as he hovered over Kurt.
With his left hand he ran the head of his cock over Kurt's stretched hole, moaning with Kurt at the
sensation.
"God," Blaine whimpered, lining himself up and starting to press in. "You feel so perfect."
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"So do you," Kurt agreed, gasping loudly as Blaine slid in a few more inches. "Keep going. I want to feel all
of you."
Blaine obeyed, inwardly smiling at how his boyfriend's boyfriend! His boyfriend's bossy attitude had
now seeped into his behavior during sex. He dropped his forehead down onto Kurt's chest as he pushed in
until Kurt's ass was pressed against his ball sack. He moaned loudly as Kurt's back arched up towards him,
his hips thrusting shallowly at an angle he remembered meant he'd brush over Kurt's prostate. Kurt's legs
tightened around his waist, his left hand pulling Blaine up for a hungry kiss that Blaine let himself
surrender to.
Everything felt perfect to him in that moment. Being joined together with Kurt like this had always been
incredible, had always taken his breath away in a way sex with anyone else never had, but this right now
was different somehow. He felt like he was giving more of himself, felt like he was completely giving
himself over to Kurt in a way he'd not been able to before. Looking at Kurt come apart under his touch and
want him, knowing that he loved him exactly for who he was made Blaine's heart jolt painfully and the
love he felt for Kurt in combination with how good it felt to be close to him was overwhelming.
They shared a few more soft kisses as Blaine slowly thrust in and out, letting Kurt's body get used to the
feeling after so many weeks without it.
"Arch your back," Blaine requested softly, easing a hand under Kurt's body to guide him, acutely aware of
Kurt's skin sliding under his fingertips, raising his ass a little higher and holding him there as his thrusts
sped up.
Kurt cried out at the new angle, arching up more with the support of Blaine's hands until only his head
was pressing into the mattress, his back curving sharply as Blaine traced one hand over his stomach and
chest, teasing his nipples with his fingers as he rolled his hips a little harder.
He couldn't see Kurt's face because of how much his back was bent, but he could hear his panting,
breathless moans, feel the way he clenched tightly around his cock, could even feel Kurt's cock against his
stomach, throbbing and slick with pre-come.
"Harder," Kurt moaned, his hands fisting into the bedding. "God, harder, Blaine."
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The meaning of the words took a while to get actually absorbed and as soon as Blaine really heard them,
truly absorbed that Kurt was asking him to fuck him, a new layer of arousal shot through his body and he
growled as he jerked his hips harder while still doing everything in his power to keep the tempo from
speeding up, which he could feel would make him come right then. As much as his body and heart were
throbbing and screaming for release, Kurt's pleasure being a priority penetrated it. Kurt's body was
trembling against him in a way he'd never felt before. He was making noises and moaning so desperately
that Blaine was getting light-headed from it, but he tried to rein in his arousal that was close to tipping
over. Right now he was focusing on Kurt, focusing on making the gorgeous man withering against him feel
as much pleasure and love as he could possibly give him.
As Blaine's hand traced over Kurt's nipple, his ass clenched tighter around Blaine, moaning so brokenly
and for so long that Blaine didn't think it was going to end. He didn't want it to end. Blaine bent his head,
stretching his neck a little and closing his lips over the taut pink bud his fingers had just brushed over. Just
as the first moan had ended, Kurt gasped and cried out louder, his body shaking and jerking against
Blaine's hard thrusts.
"Come for me, Kurt," Blaine breathed against Kurt's nipple, sucking on it again, harder this time and
rubbing the tip of his tongue against it. Kurt's entire body tensed against him as he sucked on his nipple,
his breathing becoming loud and harsh as Blaine thrust harder. It was the tender brush of Blaine's fingers
over Kurt's other nipple that made the tension in Kurt's body snap, made him jerk and arch and shout
Blaine's name as his cock twitched between them as he came.
It took all of Blaine's strength not to follow Kurt over the edge, but he slowed his thrusts down, turning the
hard, pounding jerk of his hips that had been shaking Kurt's whole body, into gentle, shallow thrusts as
Kurt's come coated his stomach. Kurt groaned loudly as he sunk back into the mattress and Blaine
dropped down into his arms, panting and stilling his hips so that he didn't come.
Kurt brushed his sweaty curls off his forehead, and cupped his face, pulling him down for a deep kiss. "I
want to see you come," Kurt whispered between gasps of breath. "Fuck me as hard as you want. I want
you to feel as good as you just made me feel."
Blaine whimpered a little as he propped himself up on his elbows, burying his face against Kurt's neck as
he rolled his hips experimentally. Kurt gasped a little from the movement, but then his hands closed over
Blaine's ass cheeks and urged him to keep moving. Between the tight grip, and the encouraging, eager
words being whispered against his ear, his body, already strung up tight from Kurt's orgasm, spiraled
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quickly, his muscles tightening and aching as he thrust faster, feeling Kurt's heat tighten around him as a
pair of teeth nibbled on his earlobe.
A warm tongue swept out to soothe the skin and Kurt's hoarse, breathy voice whispered, "I'm so proud to
be yours."
The hushed, soft words sent him over the edge, his stomach flooding with pleasure at the thought of how
much Kurt loved him, how much the man beneath him had helped him and given him a reason to care and
love once more. A loud moan vibrated along Kurt's neck as Blaine's cock throbbed and his balls tightened
up, his breath searing his throat as a wave of pleasure engulfed him, pulsing along his limbs and torso. His
hips kept jerking sporadically as he collapsed against Kurt's chest, groaning and panting as he came.
Blaine was almost certain he blacked out for a few minutes because the next thing he knew was that Kurt's
arms were wrapped tightly around him, holding him close and tightly against Kurt's sweaty chest as they
both breathed heavily.
"I love you," Blaine said softly, kissing the side of Kurt's neck and sliding his own arms around Kurt's tired
body.
"And I love you," Kurt replied, squeezing him tighter and kissing his forehead.
Blaine snuggled deeper into Kurt's embrace, letting his eyes drift close as he stroked Kurt's side and Kurt's
hand lazily combed through his curls. He slept soundly for several hours before his dreams turned dark. In
the dream, Kurt had woken him up, showering his body with kisses. But as soon as Blaine went to return
the gesture, everything solid beneath him dropped out and he fell hard onto the piano that had once sat in
his parents' foyer. Blaine could hear the soft cries of his sister coming from inside the chipped and rotten
wood. Just as he was trying to break it open and pull her out and into his waiting arms, his mother's
lifeless face appeared in the swirls and forms of the rot festering in the dark wood of the piano. The face
started screaming, blaming him for everything
He woke with a start, shooting up into a sitting position to find Kurt by his side, looking tearful and scared.
"I did I wake you?" Kurt choked out tearfully. "I'm sorry I just "
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"Shh, I had a nightmare, too. It's okay, " Blaine whispered leaning forward and pulling Kurt into his lap as
more tears started to fall. In the face of Kurt's sobs his own nightmares meant little to him. The one he had
just had was nowhere near the worse ones he'd had before. "You're safe here, Kurt. We're both safe here.
We're home," Blaine murmured soothingly against Kurt's sweaty hair.
For a long time he sat there and rocked Kurt in his arms, the same way Kurt did when he was the one
scared. Blaine didn't ask about Kurt's dream, didn't ask what sort of terrible images his mind had created.
He knew he didn't like to be asked right after, not even the next day. He talked about his nightmares when
he was ready, and he'd allow Kurt the same chance. Their relationship was about them coming together
and being equal, about sharing themselves together and being there for each other at their lowest and
their highest.
As Kurt's cries subsided Blaine lowered them back against the pillows and pulled the blankets up around
them, showering Kurt's cheek with light, adoring kisses and then nuzzling softly against him until he felt
Kurt sink deeper into his arms as his breathing even out. It was going to take them time to overcome this,
the same way it was going to take many long visits to his mother's grave before he could think back and
smile, but as long as he had Kurt with him he knew he was okay. As long as they were in love and together
everything in his life was more perfect than he'd ever imagined it could be.








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Epilogue
Burt could hardly believe it had been six months since everything had finally settled into place. His life
was still chaotic, especially since him and Carole were now raising three teenage boys, but he wouldn't
have it any other way.
Everything had changed so much since this time last year. Last June he'd been estranged from Finn after
the incident in Kurt's room, his son had been absolutely miserable in a million different ways he could
barely understand, and his relationship with Carole had been tense and rocky. Now he was married, Kurt
was far more in love and happy than Burt had ever thought it was possible for him to be, and him and Finn
were quite close and sinking back into their father- son dynamic.
The fact that a lot of it had seemed to stem from what he had once thought would be the source of even
more trouble was only rarely surprising to him now. Blaine had flipped his life over on its head, stomped it
into dust, and then unknowingly settled down and re- built it. Without him Kurt wouldn't be the man who
smiled brightly at him every morning or talked happily about every little thing going on in his life.
How much Blaine had revealed about himself since their first encounter amazed him, too. There was still
the occasional lewd comment, more teasing now than irritating, but Burt was almost fond of those
moments now. Seeing that old, dangerous fire in Blaine's eyes and voice for just those brief moments
reminded him of how much they'd all grown and changed since September.
He stepped out into the garage where his boys were rumbling around in the built- in shed, or more
correctly, where Finn and Kurt were buried to their waists in junk as they dug out all of their bicycles.
Blaine was sitting on the hood of the Mustang, looking grouchy and sulky. Burt's brow crinkled as he
closed the door behind himself and watched them.
Ever since Kurt had suggested they take a family biking trip every weekend once they were out of school
and the weather was nice enough, Blaine had been angry and irritated. Saturday marked the first of what
Kurt was hoping would be a summer full of biking trips, but Burt somehow doubted it would last. While
him and Carole would still continue to do it, for the sake of his heart's health and her own health, Burt
knew once summer really got going the boys would all go their separate ways every Saturday afternoon.
"Ouch, Finn! That's my head you're dropping things on!" Kurt screeched from inside the shed as a
basketball bounced over the little hills of junk and landed at Blaine's feet. Blaine glared down at the
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orange globe and then kicked it back into the shed. A loud squeal of pain echoed out and Finn tumbled out
into the garage, Kurt not far behind.
"Dude, what the hell?" Finn growled angrily, rubbing his nose from where the ball had hit him.
"Don't drop things on my boyfriend, Hudson," Blaine retorted disinterestedly. "There's only one thing
allowed to be dropped on Kurt, and that's my ass on his d "
"Whoa!" Burt hollered, stepping around to the front of the car and giving them all a very pointed look. He
was well aware of that fact that Blaine and Kurt had a sex life, but he really didn't want any of the details.
Ever. There were just some things he didn't want to relate to his little boy and that was one of them.
"Blaine," Kurt said sharply, glaring at the petulant boy still sitting on the car hood. "We could really use
your help getting the bikes out "
No," Blaine said flatly, glaring at his lap and ignoring Kurt's annoyed huff as Finn dragged him back into
the shed.
Burt settled down on the hood next to Blaine, watching Finn and Kurt struggle and argue as they hoisted
one of the bicycles up and carried it out into the driveway.
"You going to tell us what the attitude's all about?" Burt asked him.
Blaine eyed Kurt and Finn as they disappeared back into the garage and then turned his dark gaze onto
Burt. "I don't ride bikes," Blaine told him.
Burt sighed, because they really didn't tell him anything, and Blaine had given him every indication in the
past that he did whatever made Kurt happy. Something as simple as them all going for a bike ride causing
this reaction didn't make any sense to him.
"It'll be fun, Blaine. We'll bike on that trail along the river and stop for a picnic "
"No," Blaine cut in, sounding embarrassed and nervous. "I don't ride bikes."
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The emphasis made something click in Burt's brain. Not that he didn't like to or didn't want to, but that he
couldn't, as in he didn't know how. Burt's chest tightened slightly as he stared at Blaine sadly. He'd
learned a lot about Blaine since September, but every week new little things kept cropping up that always
shocked him in their simplicity.
"I'll teach you, if you want," Burt offered quietly as Kurt and Finn shuffled out with another bicycle and
lined it up with the first one.
"I what, no... "
"It'll be easy. You balance on that skateboard like a pro," Burt added encouragingly, getting to his feet and
dusting his jeans off. "Come on, you can't miss out on the first Hudmelson bike trip."
"Hudmelson?" Blaine echoed as Burt hauled him to his feet. "That's a ridiculous combination."
"Well, Finn's still Hudson and you're still Anderson so we can't just be the Hummels," Burt explained as he
followed Blaine out to the two bikes in the driveway. One was his own bike, and the second was Finn's old
bike that was a bit smaller, but perfect for Blaine to learn on.
"Maybe I'll just become a Hummel when Kurt and I get married," Blaine argued and then he seemed to
realize what he'd said. He ran a hand through his curls and coughed awkwardly. Burt stared at him again,
hating his mind for how easily it created the image of Blaine and Kurt, hand in hand, exchanging their
vows, just as they were now. He was definitely not ready for that. In a decade, maybe, but not yet.
"You kick back the kick- stand like this." Burt demonstrated the motion, and watched Blaine successfully
repeat it. He took his time explaining how best to balance on the bike and took Blaine out onto the street
with the smaller bicycle. It took some encouraging nods, and several sneering comments from Blaine
before he managed to get Blaine on the bicycle.
They were out there until well after Kurt and Finn had hauled the rest of the bicycles out, pumped up their
tires, and then stuffed everything back into the shed. Finn had disappeared into the house after that, but
Kurt sat on the curb and watched Burt as he gripped the back of the bicycle seat to steady Blaine as he
took off down the road again. Burt took a few running steps this time, and then let go without a word.
Blaine wobbled slightly, but he kept going, cruising down the street and turning at the same spot they'd
been looping around for the past few hours.
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As Blaine caught sight of Burt standing off the road, flashing him a big grin and thumbs up, he grinned, too,
looking thrilled at finally doing it on his own. An echoing memory flashed through Burt's mind Kurt's
bright, young face coming back from the same spot after countless falls, but finally hanging on and getting
it right.
There was something much more rewarding about seeing that same smile on Blaine's face, though. There
was something magnetic and lively and simple about Blaine that made Burt love the boy more every day.
A simplicity that Blaine had missed out on, but that he was still going to get thanks to Kurt's determination
to find the lost little boy.
He smiled and congratulated Blaine as the man pulled to a stop next to him. He'd never guessed he'd want
three sons, but now that he had them, he wouldn't trade any one of them for anything in the world.

Carole pulled to a stop on the side of the gravel road. The little graveyard was almost an hour east of
Westerville, in Blaine's childhood town of Conesville, but it was a trip the two of them made together
every year since Blaine had become a part of their family.
As she stepped out of the car and turned to watch Blaine climb out of the driver's seat it hit her how long
ago that first time had been. Six years since a surly seventeen year-old Blaine had dragged his feet across
the road with a similar bouquet of pink roses and dropped down in front his mother's headstone. He'd
been a bundle of nerves and snappy remarks the entire trip and had placed the flowers on her grave
quickly and then run back to the car as though he was scared her ghost might tug him down and swallow
him up. It had been a remarkably short stay after such a long drive, but it had been the beginning of some
much needed healing for Blaine.
They set off across the gravel road and up the little embankment, twisting through the maze of
gravestones until they reached the far right corner. Blaine rubbed a hand over his stubble as they stopped
at her grave.
Lyra Briella de Luca Anderson
January 17, 1967 - May 12, 2000
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"To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another."
- Leibniz
Carole and him had continued to make the same trip every Mother's Day since then, and slowly Blaine had
allowed her closer. She had caught a few murmured words over the years, but he'd never let her sit with
him. But as Blaine set the bouquet of pink roses against the expanse of marble, his hand reached out and
caught hers before she had turned away.
"You... you can stay if you want," he said quietly, dropping to one knee and resting his chin on the leg still
propped up.
Surprised, Carole froze, turning back to see Blaine glance up at her almost bashfully. She nodded slowly
and let him pull her back. "If you're sure," she replied, reaching down to grip his shoulder tightly as he
looked back at the gravestone.
"It's nothing you don't already know," he told her. "Nothing you won't know in a few hours either... "
Intrigued, she kneeled down next to him and watched him shift the flowers slightly as he cleared his
throat.
"I graduated college last week," he started, tracing a finger over the "L" in Lyra. "Bachelor's degree in
music and performance, just like you."
Carole smiled as Blaine spoken. All three of her boys had graduated within the last two weeks. Finn from
Ohio State, Kurt from a fashion school in New York City, and Blaine from Berklee College of Music in
Boston. It wasn't Julliard like his mother had gone to, but from the moment Blaine had stepped foot on
that campus he'd fallen right into place.
"A minor in English, too, if you can believe that," Blaine continued, returning his hand to his knee where
his chin was resting. "Definitely helped a lot with my songwriting. The band's still doing good. We're going
on tour starting in August once me and Kurt are moved into our apartment."
Blaine paused, a little smile tugging at his lips as Carole tentatively took her hand off his shoulder and
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embraces and loving touches, but in vulnerable moments like right now, he was still prone to shy away
from anyone who wasn't Kurt.
For a long time Blaine was quiet, staring almost transfixed at the name engraved on the marble and Carole
kept still and silent at his side. She'd learned so much about Lyra Anderson over the years, knew how
much she'd meant to Blaine even with how young he'd been when she'd died. She would have been so
proud of the young man kneeling beside her. Carole was certain of it.
"It was rough for a while since we were so far away," Blaine said suddenly. "I'm still not sure how we
managed to make it work after some of the fights we had... but I'm still so in love with him, Mamma. He's
all the hope and everything good in this world that I'd thought I lost when you died."
Blaine wiped his nose on his sleeve as a warm breeze blew through the rows of gravestones. Carole chided
him gently, but it was only half- heartedly. She'd never admit it, but she was incredibly fond of that
gesture, whether it was Blaine or Finn or Burt that did it.
Blaine laughed a little at her reprimand, squeezed her hand quickly and then dug his hand into his pocket
for a moment. When he pulled it back out he was clutching something, though Carole couldn't tell was it
was until he popped it open.
"I'm asking him to marry me tonight," Blaine said calmly, rubbing his thumb over the little silver band in
the ring box. "I... I hope he says yes "
"He will," Carole reassured him, feeling tears fill her eyes at Blaine's words. For years she'd suspected that
someday they'd get married. There was nobody else she could picture either of them with. Ever since
she'd met Blaine, it had always been the two of them together as a pair rarely one or the other by himself,
at least not when they came to visit on holiday. "Oh, Blaine... "
"Ugh, don't cry," Blaine whined as she wrapped him up in a tight hug, letting her tears fall as he reluctantly
returned her embrace. "He hasn't even been asked yet, god."
She tried to laugh and ended up hiccupping as she pulled away and wiped her eyes. Blaine looked away in
embarrassment and snapped the little box closed, stuffing it back into his pocket and reaching out to touch
his mother's gravestone once more.
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"You'd like him, Mamma. I wouldn't have my life without him," Blaine said earnestly, tracing his fingers
over her name again. "I... " he paused and took a shaky breath, as though whatever he was about to say
was something he was terrified of something that had been weighing on his mind for years. As though
her opinion on his next words meant everything and more to him. "I think you might recognize me if you
saw me now," he whispered softly. "You wouldn't have before."
"Yes, she would," Carole said with certainty. "Your smile gives you away," she added affectionately as she
brushed his curls off his forehead. "She loves you just as much now as she did then, sweetheart."
"I... "Blaine nodded, and gulped, taking her hand as she stood up. Carole pulled him to his feet, dusted his
shoulders off, and straightened his shirt.
"Come on," she smiled, pulling him back towards the road. "You've got a very lucky man to propose to as
my Mother's Day gift."
Blaine laughed and let her pull him along. He still sounded nervous, but he squeezed her hand tightly just
the same and turned back for one more glimpse of his mother's gravestone. Carole looked back, too. She
hated what had happened to Blaine and his parents eighteen years ago, but in a strange way she was
grateful as well. If Blaine's young life hadn't taken such a tragic turn she wouldn't be considering her soon
to be son- in- law one of her closest friends now. Kurt would have spent high school miserable, may have
completely lost himself after his father's heart attack.
Carole wished Blaine's own mother could have been here for her son, could have cheered at his
graduation the previous week or peered through the window when Blaine pulled Kurt out back onto the
porch to talk to him that night. She hoped that Lyra thought she was a good enough substitute in her place
that she was everything real and physical that Lyra could no longer be.

Blaine never thought he'd have a wedding day, especially once Kurt had started gushing over all the
different things they had to prepare and set up and all the locations he had thought about for their
wedding. He'd stepped aside and let Kurt take the lead for most of it, except for one thing: Blaine had
wanted to have the wedding in Ohio. Without any more words from him, Kurt had immediately
understood his reasoning for it and agreed to Blaine's one request.
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That had been two and a half years ago. Now Blaine was almost regretting the whole thing, and not
because he was getting cold feet about getting married. There wasn't a doubt in his mind about that.
With a nervous gulp, Blaine fidgeted in his dressing room while Carole finished tying Puck's tie.
"I'm the hottest ass you've ever seen, aren't I?" Puck asked him, twirling on the spot and dragging a hand
through his Mohawk.
"Some nice cold lube will take care of that," Blaine commented off-handedly.
Puck glared at him and punched him in the shoulder. "Keep it up, Anderson, and you'll be out a best man."
"I'm sure Kurt wouldn't mind playing both roles," Blaine retorted as he fidgeted some more. "He's got
quite a role- playing kink."
"Boys," Carole warned before Puck could continue their banter. A moment later the door creaked open and
Burt stepped inside, shutting it softly behind himself.
"Arguing already?" Burt quipped. "I almost think you two should get married instead. You sound more like
an old married couple than me and Carole."
"Kurt isn't the threesome type," Blaine grumbled, stepping over to the nearest mirror and adjusting his tie.
Burt and Carole rolled their eyes at his comment. God, he was so nervous. And not just because of all the
little what- ifs running around in his head like what if Rachel pissed Kurt off even more and flames shot
out of his eyes and the building burned down but because he very well may be headed for the next
biggest let down of his life. It'd been years since he'd encountered one of those and he wasn't sure he
knew how to handle the possibility anymore.
Burt's strong, reassuring hands fell onto his shoulders and Blaine glanced up to meet Burt's eyes in the
mirror. "She'll be here, kiddo."
"You don't know that," Blaine said instantly, tugging himself out of Burt's grip and pacing between the
mirror and the door. "She never R.S.V., we haven't spoken in years..."
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What if she never got her invitation? Or worse, what if she'd gotten it and torn it up? What if she hated him
now?
Blaine found himself being spun around by the shoulders. He met Burt's eyes nervously as Burt gave him a
sad look. "I don't know it, you're right. But I'd like to believe it, Blaine. The little girl I remember didnt give
up on you no matter what your grandfather told her over the years."
Blaine nodded shakily and used his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "I won't even recognize her
if she is here." The thought made his stomach twist. What kind of older brother couldn't even pick out his
little sister in a crowded room?
"I think you will," said a high voice from the doorway.
Blaine spun around so fast he over balanced and stumbled into Burt. While the voice was a little deeper
than that of a young child, it still set off alarm bells in his head. He glanced up as the door closed to see a
beautiful young woman in a deep green dress standing there. A young woman with curly dark blonde hair,
and sparkling hazel- green eyes like the ones he saw in the mirror every morning and night.
"It's the eyes that give me away," she said in exasperation, rolling her eyes as she stepped more into the
room and towards him. She flashed him a nervous smile. "Hi Blaine."
Blaine swallowed thickly, his throat tightening painfully as the pressure behind his eyes increased. "L-
Lily?"
"Oh, good, you remember my name," she teased. "I actually debated tattooing it to my forehead as a
remind for you." The huge grin on her face shrunk slightly as he pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes.
"Blaine, what... "
God, she was all grown up now and beautiful and happy and everything he'd been hoping she'd be. As he
pulled his hands away and tried to control how emotional he was getting, he saw her face drop into a
concerned expression.
"Fuck, sorry, I just "Blaine cleared his throat and swallowed loudly, taking a shaky breath before talking.
"I never thought I was going to see you again."
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"Hey, I'm here," she soothed, hesitating for a moment before clutching his hand. "I've missed you."
He stared down at their linked hands, feeling the warmth of her skin and the strength of her grip as she
brushed a few of his tears away. In the next instant she was gasping in surprise as he tugged her into his
arms and embraced her. And she laughed at him the same bubbly, giggling laugh he still dreamed about
as she wrapped her arms tightly around his chest and squeezed him, too.
Lily's cheek dropped onto his shoulder as they stood there in each other's arms, swaying slightly as they
reveled in the other's presence.
"I can't believe you're as tall as me," Blaine said suddenly, and Lily laughed again, pulling back and swiping
at the tears on her cheeks.
"That would be the heels," she told him, tilting her leg a bit so that he could see the three inch heel on her
shoe.
For some reason they looked familiar to him, though he wasn't entirely sure why. He'd had a slight
interest in fashion back in high school, but it had never really gone farther than that. Kurt was the one
who
"Are those Alexander McQueen?" he asked in amazement.
"Sure are," Lily said brightly. "I don't remember you ever being into fashion."
Blaine smiled gratefully at her attempt to brush over their separation. "Kurt works for them," Blaine told
her, a small trickle of pride running through him at the amazed look on Lily's face.
"Wow! That's so cool," Lily gushed.
"Yeah, it's pretty neat," Blaine agreed. "I don't understand half of what he's saying most week days, but
he's happy." He paused before his next comment. "I'm surprised Cameron would let you buy something
that expensive."
"My grandparents insist on buying the best to make up for lost time," Lily answered awkwardly.
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"Oh," Blaine said softly, surprised by the plural. "You don't live with... him anymore?"
"No." Blaine was glad to hear how relieved she sounded. "I moved in with them right after I got my license.
Just packed up and left. They're right outside Columbus."
Lily smiled at him, and her gaze flickered nervously over his shoulder to the room's other occupants. He'd
completely forgotten that they weren't alone. He turned to see Burt step forward with a warm smile and
an offered hand.
"Burt Hummel," he introduced. Blaine watched the others come forward for introductions, his sister
accepting a hug from Carole, and laughing at Puck's weird attempt at a handshake. None of this felt real.
His sister was here and grown up after all of these years, and the people he'd come to call his family were
gathered around him to celebrate his wedding day. Lily might even want to be a part of that now.
Lily moved back over to him, pulling him into another tight hug that he let himself fall into. She'd come to
watch him marry the man that he loved. She didn't hate him because of it.
"I still can't believe you're here," he mumbled into her hair.
Lily pulled back and flashed him a bright smile. "And miss the perfect opportunity to invite you to my high
school graduation? Please."
Blaine smiled brightly at her words, opening his mouth to ask when and where or for her phone number
now or anything when Kurt barged in, looking furious.
"Thank god neither of us are brides or this would be horrible luck," he said scathingly. "Where's Finn? I'm
about to murder Rachel if he doesn't come shut her up."
"He was showing my parents to their seats last I saw," Carole said, rushing forward and squeezing Kurt's
shoulder reassuringly. "I'll go find him and help him get Rachel out of your hair, okay?"
Carole made a quick exit. Still looking aggravated, Kurt closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath,
looking like he was attempting to meditate all of his anxiety away.
"Babe?" Blaine called hesitantly, taking Lily by the hand and leading her over.
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"Blaine, unless you have fantastic news right now, then I "
"Still as handsome as you were at sixteen," Lily remarked. "More so, really. I'm glad Blaine listened to me
when I told him to keep you."
Kurt's eyes snapped open, his mouth falling slack as he looked Lily up and down. He followed the line of
their linked hands, and looked at Blaine's huge grin. "She's you oh my god!"
Lily's hand was yanked from his grip as Kurt launched himself at the young woman.
"You're here! And beautiful! And wearing gorgeous clothes," Kurt babbled, pulling back and holding her at
arm's length, eyeing her dress and shoes.
As Kurt started to ramble on about her dress, Carole poked her head back into the room. "Guys, it's almost
time."
"I should get to my seat," Lily said as Kurt let her go. She straightened her dress and hugged Blaine once
more. "Save me a dance, okay?"
"I y- yeah, okay," Blaine stammered in amazement. She pecked him on the cheek and left.
"God, I'm so glad I'm not a bride," Kurt muttered, wiping at his eyes. "If I was Rachel my make-up would be
ruined."
Blaine nodded dazedly as Kurt kissed him swiftly on the cheek. "I'll see you in a few minutes, husband."
Blaine grinned shyly at him, blushing slightly at the term. "You'll see even more of me later."
Kurt rolled his eyes with a fond smile and rushed off with Puck to find Carole, Rachel, and Finn to make
sure they were all ready for the walk down the aisle before the grooms come in.
"I told you she'd make it," Burt said from behind him, patting him on the shoulder.
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Blaine nodded mutely, feeling his throat constricting at the wave of happiness bubbling up inside of him. A
heavy arm was slung around his shoulders as Burt ushered him towards the door. "I've never been
prouder of you, kiddo, and that's not just because you're making my son the happiest man alive."
"Ithanks," Blaine whispered in reply, even though he couldn't bring himself to admit to what he was
really thinking. I'm glad I'm finally someone to be proud of.
"Oh, no," Burt said suddenly, pulling him to a stop at the door and making him face him. "I
know exactly what that frown's about. You've always been someone to be proud of, you always will be to
me, and Carole, and Kurt, and your kids someday. It just took you a while to realize it."
He nodded slightly, his throat still too tight for him to say anything more. Burt's words always seemed to
have that effect on him, and while he still had moments where he didn't think he was enough, or good
enough, he knew Burt was right. He hoped that his own father the man who had existed before his
mother's death had he been here, would have said the same thing. Would have shown up arm in arm
with his sister to celebrate the continuation of his life with Kurt. Because their wedding and marriage
wasn't a new start or a beginning, it was something more to add to everything else. A new memory of their
commitment to each other to add to their enormous collection.
"Let's go find that crazy boy of yours so Carole and I can walk you two down the aisle and hand you off to
each other, all right?"
"Sounds perfect," Blaine agreed, shutting the door to his dressing room behind them. The people he loved
most in the world were waiting just down the hall to celebrate his and Kurt's love. Perfect didn't begin to
describe how today had turned out.

Kurt had always assumed that Blaine would be the nervous one when they started looking into adoption.
It had never really occurred to him that Blaine would be better prepared than he was. But Blaine had been
incredible throughout the process, including their entrance interviews, answering all the difficult
questions about his records and past. It had also helped that Blaine had learned to use his charm to his
advantage over the years, instead of simply for over- the- top seduction. They were ready, though, as
nervous as the thought of finally having a child that would depend on them for everything made him, he
knew they could do this together.
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He reached for Blaine's hand as Mrs. Terrence riffled through their folder on her desk one final time,
making sure everything was in order and had been signed by them and herself. When she finally closed it,
Kurt couldn't stop the giddy smile that crossed his face.
"Congratulations," she said with a bright smile, peering at them over the top of her glasses. "Now, I know
you wished to adopt an older child. Perhaps one of our pre-schoolers or early elementary?"
"We were actually thinking a bit older than that," Kurt put in.
"Are you sure? An older child is a lot more of an adjustment for all parties. All of our older children have
extensive pasts, most of which are very "
"We know," Blaine cut in suddenly. "I've been there personally, until I eventually accepted Kurt's family's
offer to live with them, but I we," Blaine amended, giving Kurt a easy smile, "want to share our life with
an older child. Be there for him or her, make them see that no matter how cruel the world's been since
they arrived in it that there's still something good out there for them. I know how hopeless and lost I felt,
I'll never forget it. I can relate reach them in a way a lot of other parents probably can't."
"We both can," Kurt agreed. "I managed to get through to Blaine even after everything he did to shut
himself off. We've both been through that before, and we want to make some child's life better than what
they already know. Want to give them the home they've probably given up on."
Blaine nodded at his words. "I want someone I can teach an instrument to so we can jam together and just
have some fun. Or take camping with Burt, and teach them about music or football or learn all about
whatever they're interested in and go out and do those things."
"Someone we can take to school dances, or talk to about girls or boys or whoever he or she thinks is cute,"
Kurt added. "Or to see that smile on their face when they finally ask their crush out and they say yes and...
I want to watch our son or daughter grown up and be as happy as we are now."
"We keep feeling like something is missing," Blaine said solemnly. "And every time we talk about it, we
both picture an older kid with us. Someone we can do all of those things with. Someone who can be the
rest of our family if they want to be." They were a little lose in each other's eyes when Kurt suddenly
broke their gaze off with a cough, turned to Mrs. Terrence and added, "Oh, we are going on and on, aren't
we? I'm sorry, you know all this already. We're just so excited."
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Mrs. Terrence smiled fondly at them repeating their dreams and wishes and tugged open a drawer on her
filing cabinet. After a few moments of shuffling she pulled out a huge, two inch thick folder and slid it
towards them. "I think I know just the boy for you."
Much to Mrs. Terrence's surprise they both refused to look at the folder and its contents refused to even
get told his name for now. Kurt smiled encouragingly at her as she led them down into a comfortable
greeting room, hoping it would reassure her of what was happening. This boy would have to learn to trust
them completely one day, and they'd decided that the best way to do that was to start immediately, which
meant letting him tell them things whenever he chose.
She left them to go find the boy and Kurt bounced on his feet nervously. Blaine clicked his tongue against
the roof of his mouth and Kurt rolled his eyes at the very old habit. He'd gotten rid of the tongue piercing
years ago, but the habit still remained.
"What stupid thing are you thinking of doing?" Kurt asked to get his mind off of how nervous he was
feeling. Focusing on Blaine's nerves and worries had always been easier than his own.
"Belting 'Walking on Sunshine' at the top of my lungs," Blaine answered seriously. "I can't believe we're
finally here," he paused and bit his lip, his eyes catching Kurt's. "I hope he likes us. What are the odds of
the first kid we meet being the one we adopt, right? He'll probably hate us or something or "
"Hey, none of that," Kurt scolded, sliding his arms around Blaine's shoulders and dipping his head until
their foreheads were touching. Blaine's eyes flickered up to his, more golden today than green, but
nervous and scared. Maybe Blaine wasn't more prepared for this than he was. Maybe both of them were
just as terrified of screwing this up.
Before either of them could sooth the other one, the door creaked open and Mrs. Terrence ushered a
young boy, around ten or eleven, into the room.
"I'd like you to meet Kurt and Blaine Hummel," she introduced, gently nudging the boy until he stepped
through the door. "They'd like to get to know you over dinner in the mess hall tonight."
Kurt's heart did a weird summersault in his throat as the boy glanced back at her and then looked over at
them. His green eyes were suspicious as he looked them over, and took another few steps into the room.
The shirt hanging off of him was several sizes too big and looked well worn, his hair was shaggy, curly, and
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dirty blonde, and he was scrawny looking. When they smiled nervously at him, his lips curled a little and
he glared darkly at them. It was a look Kurt recognized well the immediate shut out that Blaine had
trained himself to do after years of being hurt and ignored. Kurt steeled himself for the worse that this boy
could throw at them tried to remember the worse Blaine had thrown at him when they were sixteen.
"Introduce yourself to them," Mrs. Terrence urged kindly. She prodded him in the shoulder a little to get
his attention and shot them an apologetic look.
"Evan," the boy finally supplied. He looked down at his feet and kicked at the ground while Mrs. Terrence
squeezed his shoulder encouragingly and told them that dinner would be ready in fifteen minutes.
When the door snapped shut behind her, Evan's head shot up and he pierced them with an angry stare.
"She," Evan jerked his head back towards the door, "put you guys up to this."
It wasn't a question. The words broke Kurt's heart a little bit because of the conclusion the boy before
them had already made about them and whether or not he'd ever be wanted.
"No," Blaine said truthful. "She wanted us to meet some of the younger kids, actually."
"Of course, she did," Evan sneered, crossing his arms and turning away from them. "And when you said
'no' she sent me in to scare you off. Simple as that."
Kurt glanced at Blaine, who was biting his lips uncertainly, and took a few steps towards the boy, taking in
his tangled thick curls. "We'd like to get to know you."
"Bullshit," the boy snapped. "Nobody, and I mean nobody, comes here looking for older kids. They just
want to go coo over the stupid gurgling babies and the wobbly toddlers. So why don't you shuffle off to the
nursery and give this up?"
"Because I'd like someone to play soccer with, or video games, or teach an instrument to," Blaine said
quietly. He took a few steps forward and squeezed Kurt's shoulder. "Kurt would love to teach an older kid
all about his designers and cars and engines," he glanced over at Evan's wide eyes and slightly shocked
expression. "We can't do any of that with a little kid."
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"Not right away," Evan spat, but there was something Kurt couldn't name flickering in his eyes as he
looked from Kurt to Blaine. "You get to do all the sappy baby book stuff. Or pre-school and all of those
firsts or whatever, and then you'll get to do all of those things you want, too."
"Well, maybe me and Kurt are being a little selfish, and we don't want to wait," Blaine replied calmly. He
smiled kindly at the boy, who's gaze was guarded once more. "Or maybe we're just not a fan of dirty
diapers."
"Or maybe you're just lazy and don't want to do this whole thing properly," Evan countered. Kurt noticed
how the anger had disappeared from his tone when he said that sentence. He could tell it wasn't the first
time Evan had said those exact words, and briefly he wondered if other prospective parents had fallen for
them had second guessed themselves about not adopting a baby and missing out on so many years. Kurt
also wondered how many times Evan had told himself exactly that as an excuse for when someone had
backed out of adopting him, whether he thinks maybe that if he said it out loud often enough, he'd start to
believe it himself.
But for him and Blaine it wasn't like that. They'd been talking about children for years now had ruled out
surrogacy because whenever they thought about a child being part of their lives the child was older.
Blaine and him had looked forward to the quirky banter they might exchange with their son or daughter.
The teasing and laughter or the arguments about curfew and boyfriends or girlfriends. Even helping their
child with homework, though Kurt had already made the executive decision that Blaine was the math
homework dad so he could keep his math skills from high school alive while Kurt had enough of that at
work.
"Well, Blaine is definitely lazy," Kurt agreed. "I'll give you credit for already catching that one. Most
Saturdays I have to carry him downstairs just to get him to leave our bedroom." He paused and looked
over at Blaine, trying to soothe the anxious look in his eyes as much as he was trying to convince Evan to
give them a chance. They'd both been prepared to have a lot of verbal abuse thrown their way, but it was
still unsettling to come face to face with it. They didn't want to screw this up and scare Evan off or make
him refuse to see them. "Blaine isn't very good at doing things the proper way, either," Kurt added, smiling
a little.
Evan looked a little stunned at his deflection, as though most people gave up after that or realized they
didn't want to deal with the surly boy standing in front of them.
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"Besides, who's to say adopting a baby is the right way to adopt?" Blaine asked Evan quietly. "And what's
so great about always doing the proper thing? Sounds kind of boring to me, don't you think?"
Evan eyed them warily and crossed his arms. "I guess so... "
Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand briefly and moved closer to Evan, squatting down in front of him with his
forearms resting on his thighs. "Look, me and Kurt, we want a family of our own. Even if its small or loud
or messy. We've been wanting a child for years. A kid we can share our lives with, and who will let us be a
part of his life as well." Kurt smiled down at Blaine as his husband looked back at him before turning back
to Evan, who still looked stunned, but in a better way than before. Not because his words had been turned
against him or they'd out witted him, but because of how honest Blaine was being with him. How open
and hopeful Blaine was to share himself with Evan and not some little baby. "That kid we've been
wanting? We're kind of hoping it'll be you."
Evan's mouth opened slightly, his shock clear on his face as his eyes flickered to Kurt. "But you just I...
you just met me. You don't even know anything about me."
Kurt stepped forward and bent down next to Blaine in front of the boy. "I can already tell you're perfect
for us, Evan," he said sincerely, feeling Blaine's hand slip into his. "If you give us the chance, maybe we can
be perfect for you, too."
"You... you don't want to to fix me?" Evan asked, and his tone was both hopeful and almost desperate in
his need to know the truth. Kurt couldn't even imagine the possibility of what he'd just said. There was no
way he'd ever want to "fix" Evan. The boy was everything he'd been dreaming of since the moment he'd
stepped foot in the room. He was tough, and angry, and unafraid of speaking his mind. He had that in-
your- face quality that Kurt had both loved and hated about Blaine when they'd first met eleven years ago.
"He never tried to fix me," Blaine said sincerely, nodding towards Kurt as he reached out and gave Evan's
shoulder a squeeze. The boy flinched slightly, and started to jerk away, but his eyes were still wide with
amazement as he look up at Blaine. "There's nothing about you that needs fixing and anyone who tells you
otherwise is a damn liar."
"Blaine," Kurt scolded. "Language. You don't want Mrs. Terrence kicking us "
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But Evan grinned and a little laugh left his mouth before he could stop himself. As soon as the sound
escape he clamped a hand over his mouth and his eyes instantly became guarded again.
Kurt watched Evan glance at Blaine's hand on his shoulder, down to where the two men's hands were
linked, and then up to Blaine's face. There was a wonder in Evan's eyes that he hadn't seen in years, but
that he'd never been able to forget from all the times he'd seen it on Blaine's face.
"We'll never try to change you, Evan," Kurt told him. "We won't ever force you to tell us anything you don't
want to or that you aren't ready to tell us. When you're ready for us to know, we'll be ready to listen."
"What's the catch?" Evan asked warily, stepping away from Blaine's hand and putting several feet of
distance between them.
"Unless fish is on the menu at dinner, then there isn't one," Kurt replied lightly before he could stop
himself, but the boy almost seemed to appreciate the line Burt used to feed him. He eyed Evan for a
moment could see the little sparkle of possibilities and hope flickering in his eyes as he hesitated to
reveal anything else to them.
"You know," Blaine said suddenly. "I could really go for some Italian food. What do you think of seeing if
Terrence will let us go to that little restaurant we passed a few blocks from here?"
"I love Italian food," Evan blurted. Kurt smiled at the admission and the horrified look on the boy's face
when he'd realized what he'd just told them. Yes, he definitely reminded Kurt of Blaine, saying things he
hadn't even fully thought through and accidentally letting others see who he was underneath the facade
he kept up.
"Excellent," Kurt said with a smile, but Evan glared up at both of them as though he'd finally realized just
how much he'd let them in during this conversation. The fact that it came so easily to Evan gave Kurt hope.
He wasn't as far gone as Blaine had been, was younger and more resilient, perhaps.
Evan bit his lip as he eyed them suspiciously once more and then back pedaled towards the door. "I'll go
get my coat," he grumbled awkwardly before rushing out into the hall.
"I think he likes us," Kurt whispered as Blaine slid his arms around his waist from behind and kissed him
softly on the cheek.
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"Evan Hummel, huh?" Blaine tested, laughing excitedly as Kurt turned around in his arms.
"It's got a nice ring to it," Kurt agreed, unable to stop a bright smile from taking over his face. Blaine's grin
was just as big wide, bright and as carefree and wonderful as Kurt could ever remember seeing it. Even
happier and more real than it had been in the old photograph of him and his mother they had on their
mantel.
He reached up and brushed Blaine's curls off his forehead, his mind briefly bringing forth the imagine of
Blaine from all those years ago covered in piercings, a worn leather jacket and sporting an arrogant
smirk. His husband still had his moments, was still that boy in a thousand different ways, but with one
major difference. He was happy and had finally opened himself up to not only Kurt and his family, but the
world.
"You ready?" Blaine asked him quietly.
"I'm always ready when I'm with you," Kurt murmured, lacing his fingers through Blaine's.
Blaine shot him a saucy wink and a smirk as he leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Is that why you keep three
bottles of lube in the glove box? Seems a bit excessive. Even for someone who gets it on the regular."
"No," Kurt flirted back quietly as Evan stumbled back into the room with Mrs. Terrence in tow. He'd
almost forgotten about his secret purchase on the drive over. Blaine had been asleep when he'd stopped
for gas and some snacks at a store, and Kurt had decided to buy a few bottles. They were running low back
home, anyway. "That's for the hotel room later tonight. If you behave."
Blaine grinned, and shot him another wink as Mrs. Terrence started asking about their new dinner plans.
Kurt let Blaine give her all of the information as Evan stood back and tried to pretend he wasn't actually
staring at Kurt. He flashed Evan a nervous smile that the boy seemed to be fighting to return. Kurt only
hoped someday that Evan would smile at him the way Blaine was right now, that between the two of them
they could restore this young boy's hope in the world and give him the happiness he'd been wishing for.
The same way Kurt and Blaine had found their happiness in each other and would now in Evan, too.