Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Poison
Blaine is a drunk mess, Kurt can tell as soon as he answers the call.
"I love you so much, so much, Baby," Blaine slurs.
"Blaine, why are you drunk?" Kurt asks, clutching the phone worriedly in his hands.
"Love you," Blaine murmurs from where he is curled up, still fully clothed, on his bed.
"Blaine, please, tell me what's going on?"
"Love you so much."
"Blaine!"
"Wish, ... wish they'd ... they'd ..."
Kurt knows then. Blaine's parents. It seems to come too easy to them, being ignorant assholes. "I love you, Blaine. I love you so much."
"Love you too," Blaine murmurs, and Kurt can hear just how drunk his boyfriend is, how lost in his head.
"Blaine, where did you get that alcohol?" Kurt asks, worry rising in him. Graduation, Blaine moving to New York is only weeks away, but there is still enough time, there is always too much of a chance for someone to get seriously hurt. If Kurt had not known it before, he would now, missing, losing Finn has done a lot of things to both of them.
"Dad," is all Blaine brings out.
And Kurt knows then already. Blaine's father, he does not hit his son, but he does get drunk a lot, abuses Blaine then in other ways, and Blaine sometimes does not know how to protect himself but by trying to turn his own head off, tune EVERYTHING out. Access to alcohol is easy in the Anderson house, it is not a home.
It hardly ever works, but Blaine is SO SICK off crying, drinking is a different, a new option. He had never done it much while Kurt was still there.
Two weeks later when Blaine visits Kurt in New York they quickly end up on Kurt's bed, Blaine wrapped deep in his boyfriend's arms, when Kurt whispers, "Please stop drinking."
"Why?" Blaine asks, feeling guilty, but remembering too little from those intoxicated nights of calls to already know for himself what Kurt means.
"It scares me," Kurt chokes out, fear brimming over in tears from his eyes.
"I scared you?" Blaine chokes back a sickened sound.
"Please, Blaine, PLEASE! I ... I love you so much. I can't lose you," Kurt sobs.
"You're not. You won't," Blaine clinging to Kurt almost sobs himself then.
"Will you stop?" Kurt nearly begs.
"I want to. They ... he, he," Kurt knows Blaine means his dad, " ... is there another option?"
"How many more weeks?" Kurt asks.
"Seven," Blaine breathes.
"If my dad, ... . Would you want to live with my dad and Carole until then?"
"Would they ever want me?" Blaine whispers sadly.
"My dad loves you. And Carole does too."
"Are you sure?" Blaine almost whimpers, curling his body closer to Kurt's under the warm blanket covering them.
Kurt placing a kiss to Blaine's forehead whispers, "You are my fiancé, Blaine. They think of you as family."
"They do?" Blaine breathes. 'Family.' It is so hard to think of that as a happy thing.
"You loving me is enough for them to love you."
"Really?"
"So very much," Kurt answers before completely engulfing Blaine in the warmth of all of the heat of both their bodies, fusing in between the sheets.