Blaine Anderson sat in his car shivering and trying to get warm with his Dalton hoodie that he had failed to return after he left Dalton for McKinely. After the break up with Kurt, things for Blaine had gone down hill. His dad had lost it, complaining about how if his son was going to be a '**', then he should be quiet about it and not shout it to the world. Eventually, it led to his father saying either he go straight or get out, so Blaine couldn't live a lie just to please people he was going to leave. He loved Kurt and he couldn't lie about that, even for a pretend home.
As shivers wracked his skinny frame, Blaine tried to get some sleep but it was a lost case. It was Christmas vacation so school was out for 3 weeks, meaning Blaine was left to fend for himself for that time. He could have told the Glee club, but after what he did to Kurt, he lost them as friends. No one in school even talked to him, or asked him if he was alright. He could feel the patronizing stares of his fellow classmates and so-called 'Friends'. To be honest with himself, he deserved what he got after what he did. Hell, he even hated himself for what he did.
Finally, after what felt like weeks but was probably only hours, Blaine finally felt himself get tired. So, curling up in the back seat of his car, Blaine felt his eyes drift shut as sleep finally came upon him. The feeling of dread filling him from top to bottom as he thought of the next day.
Burt Hummel was frustrated He was trying to get some Christmas shopping done for his family and the one thing he wanted to get Carol was sold out, so he had to go out of town to get it. The traffic was particularly bad that weekend as everyone had left their Christmas shopping till the last few weeks in December So, taking the dirt road that no one ever used to get to Columbus which took two hours, but considering the lack of traffic it would take 30 mins off his driving time.
As he drove watching the road ahead and listening the football game on the radio, Burt almost missed the Black 2009 mustang sitting on the side of the road. Confused, Burt pulled over, turned off the engine and walked over to the car. It looked a lot like Blaine's car, but it could be anyone's. Walking up to the drivers side of the black Mustang, Burt looked inside and almost fell over with shock.
Inside was Blaine, Kurt's ex, huddled in the back seat, shivering and curled into a tight ball obviously trying to keep warm. Not thinking, Burt opened the door and stuck his head inside to check on the kid. Reaching out, Burt laid a cold, rough hand on the boys face, who instantly moaned at the cool feeling it brought to his sweaty forehead. Frowning, Burt moved the seat so he could get a better look at the kid. He was really thin and was defiantly sick from when he put his hand on his head.
"Poor kid. How long have you been like this?" Burt asked himself. Sighing,Burt shook Blaine awake gently.
Blaine stirred and then shivered at the cold that was coming into his car. Blinking rapidly, Blaine looked to to see Burt Hummel staring at him with sad eyes. Panic filled Blaine's body and he jumped away from Burt which caused him to hit his head on the roof of his car. Groaning, Blaine looked at Burt.
"M-Mr. Hummel, w-what are you doing here?" Blaine asked while shivering again.
"Well, I was going shopping and I saw your car here and to find you sleeping in the back seat and it looks like you've been here for a while and your sick with fever. Blaine, how long have you been like this?" Burt asked in a rush.
Blaine looked at his cold and numb hand and said with out looking at his ex's father, "M-my dad kicked me out of his house 'cause I-I wasn't good enough to stay and I was lazy and he wanted me to go back to Dalton and I said no so he threw me out, literally. So I grabbed what I could and slept in my car. "
Burt gave him a sad look. What kind of father does that? "And when did this happen?"
Blaine looked at him with tear filled eyes and stuttered out his answer " A m-month."
"WHAT?!" Burt yelled. Blaine scooted away from him, flinching in the process. "Why didn't you come to me or Carol?"
"Because I didn't want you guys to worry unnecessarily After what I did to Kurt I deserve whatever's given to me. I deserve to sleep in my car and rot in hell." Blaine yelled through tears that were running down his cheeks.
Burt sighed and sat down next to Blaine and closed his door so the shivering boy wound get warm.
"Blaine I am mad at you about that, but that doesn't mean Carol and I don't still care about you. From what I saw you gave Kurt everything and I am very grateful for that. You know that no one can stop loving you that fast. Hell I was wondering why I haven't seen you in weeks and now that I now my anger is gone, I started to worry weather or not you were okay, and now I see that your not, and I want to help you." Burt looked at Blaine with sad eyes. The kid was crying, and shivering, but I don't think it's from the cold. Reaching out a hand, Burt lied it on Blaine's shoulder The boy flinched but didn't move so Burt pulled him from were he was sitting and held the sick boy.
After what felt like hours, Blaine's breathing started to even out and this scared Burt, because he needed to get Blaine to his car, so lifting the kids head off of his lap Burt opened the door, and got out. Closing the car door, Burt went to his truck and pulled it up to Blaine's so the kid didn't have far to walk. leaving the truck running with the heat on full blast, Burt helped a very sleepy Blaine out of the car and into the truck and buckled him in. Whimpering Blaine drew up his knees and fell asleep. Heading back to Blaine's car Burt grabbed his cloths and school stuff, with his car keys.
'I'll Come back for the car later' Burt though as he locked it up and go into his truck. Looking to make sure Blaine was secure, Burt started to drive back to his house.
As he drove he thought what cruel parents the Anderson's were. They kicked his son out because he didn't want to go to Dalton. There had to be something else missing. But he would have to figure that much out after Blaine gets better. Right now his main focus was to get Blaine better. Sure, he hurt Kurt but even Kurt wouldn't want him to die in the back seat of a car.
Carole was in the Hummel-Hudson house baking cookies and humming to the radio. Puttering another batch into the oven and went to sit down to read as she waited, when her cell phone went off. Looking down she saw it was Burt.
"Hello honey." She said sweetly.
"Hun, I have to ask you something. I have Blaine with me and he's not in very good shape and I am bringing him to our house, so can you get the first aid kit, and blankets. Lots of blankets please."
"Of course." Carole didn't have time to ask the questions that were running through her mind, the receiver beeped and went to dial tone. She gathered all the blankets she could and laid them out on the guest bed. She then gathered all the supplies she would need to do a check up on Blaine. Here is were being a nurse counts.
Five minutes later Burt walks into the house carrying a small, broken looking boy.
"What happened?" Are the first words Carole finds coming out of her mouth.
"I'll explain later. I still don't know the whole story." Burt said taking the boy up the stairs. He lays Blaine down on the guest bed and turn around. "I'm going to get his car, I will be back later." He says then walks out the door.
"Oh Blaine sweetie, what happened?" She whispers to herself as she starts on his check up.
Right as Carole is finishing up, she hear moans coming from the other side of the room. She turns around to see Blaine starting to stir. She walks over to him and hold his hand until he says one word.
"Help".