A/N: If this isn't very good I apologize! My mums terminally ill and I've not been up to writing much recently but this called to me :) Oh I guess it's a ickle agnsty as well...but all rounded up with Klaine cuddles! I don't own Glee unfortunately! :(

What Kurt hadn't realised when he walked to his mothers' grave every week, were the graves around them. Sure, they were well kept and looked nice from a distance, but he never noticed the names. He would today though.

Kurt and Blaine had been dating for months now and the honeymoon stage was far from over. They were constantly on the phone, taking each other out or simply hugging on the Hummel's sofa watching movies. Kurt knew from what Blaine had told him that his parents weren't at all accepting of his sexual preference, but he never went into details about any of his home life. Sure, he had taken Kurt round to his house, but his parents seemed to have conveniently gone on holiday for a fortnight.

"Shouldn't you be with them?" Kurt asked at the time. Blaine just shrugged.

"I'd only get in the way, besides they don't particularly care that much" he said quietly; "Anyway! Mulan or Little Mermaid, your choice!" he added placing his trademark smile on his face. From then on, it was never really mentioned again.

It was mid march when this visit to his mothers' grave to give her some flowers takes place. He hadn't planned on going today, but when he passed the flower shop he saw the most beautiful bunch of flowers that he decided to buy them and give them to her. She always loved it when Burt gave her flowers. Kurt could remember that.

The cemetery wasn't as empty as it had been the last time Kurt visited. No, in fact there was an air about the place which made him shiver. He pulled his jacket tighter and continued towards his mother.

At the grave next to hers, an elder man and woman stood looking at the other gravestone taking in the inscription upon it. From his angle, Kurt couldn't see the name, so instead he just sat down and began arranging the flowers. Snippets of the conversation floated across and from what Kurt heard, he didn't like it.

"If he hadn't acted like a girl then she'd still be here!" the man said. The lady murmured something in agreement before taking the white rose that sat in front of the marble headpiece and threw it to the side, crumpling the stem.

"It's all his fault! I never raised him to be a fag! No matter how many times I tried to thrash it out of him he still didn't even try and change! The selfish son of a ..."

The rest of the conversation fizzled out to a quieter whisper. Kurt suddenly felt sick. They were blaming a child's sexuality for murdering a girl. It was sick. Soon the older couple left and Kurt was left alone. He sat on spoke to his mother about what he'd heard and asked her what she'd do. Sure, she couldn't answer but it didn't mean that he couldn't hear her on the inside. After a few minutes of turmoil Kurt looked around and saw the rose lying on the floor. It was that which made him get up, retrieve it and set it down on the headstone. Glancing up he read the name and gasped.

Here lies the body of Alice Rose Anderson

12th May 1994 – 18th August 2006 Aged 12

Beloved daughter and twin to Blaine Anderson

May her soul live on in peace away from the suffering she bared in her illness.

'Blaine has a twin. Correction HAD a twin. Why was she never mentioned? Why didn't he say anything apart from he sang 'FOR' her Kurt thought, 'True, he only mentioned the last bit as a slip of the tongue... Wait! Oh my... Did I just meet his parents? I guessed they were slightly homophobic but to blame him for this? It was wrong!' Thoughts kept on buzzing as Kurt stumbled back to his mother. After a hurried apology and a promise of a full update next visit Kurt ran all the way home and grabbed his phone.

After what seemed like forever, 3 whole rings, Blaine's voice floated through the phone.

"Hey Kurt, what's up?"

"I... uh..." Kurt stammered, "Can we meet up? Coffee in half an hour?"

"Sure. Are you sure everything is okay? You seem... apprehensive?"

"I just want to talk to you... I miss you..."

"I miss you to... I'll see you in a bit okay?" Kurt could almost see Blaine's smile through the phone.

"Kay, bye" Kurt ended the call and ran straight to get his keys and straight out the front door not even realising he nearly floored Burt who was headed to the front room to watch the football.

Half an hour passed and Kurt was sat at their usual table with his and Blaine's coffee order in front of them. 5 minutes later and Blaine breezed through the door and went straight to Kurt, kissing his cheek before sitting down and sipping his coffee. Kurt couldn't help the light blush that decorated his face when Blaine touched his lips to his cheeks. Smiling slightly, Kurt reached out his hand and grasped Blaine's hand in his.

After several moments, Kurt carefully thought out his words before telling them to Blaine. "You know were honest with each other right?" Blaine nodded looking confused and slightly worried. "Well, why didn't you mention you had a sister when we spoke about families...?"

At the mention of his sister, Blaine froze; the hand in Kurt's grip tightened and the other began to shake violently.

"How... Why... What? How did you... Find out... I never... I..." Blaine stumbled. Tears pricked at the sides of his eyes as he stared forlornly at Kurt.

Kurt immediately felt bad. He guessed that yes it would be a tough are to address, but he wasn't expecting this reaction to say the least. "I'm sorry... I just..." Kurt sighed, "I was at my mom's grave earlier, and I saw a man and a woman at the marble headstone next to moms and they threw a rose to the side and muttered some pretty nasty stuff so I went to put the rose back and then I saw the name and I'm really, really sorry but curiosity got the better of me and..." Kurt's rambling was cut off by Blaine's other hand coming up and resting on top of their already linked hands.

"I... It's okay Kurt. I guess, I guess the reason I don't mention her is because it hurts. That and whenever I used to go home, my parents said it was my fault and, I guess... I guessed I believed them" Blaine said keeping his gaze at the table. "From a young age, I was always interested in Disney films and what the prince looked like. I wasn't into playing football, don't get me wrong, I watched it and stuff but playing it... Just eww!

"As we were growing up, I found myself sitting with Alice watching musicals and playing with her toys and stuff. To begin with, my parent's didn't mind. As time went on, I started playing with the girls at school, going round to there's with Alice and having tea parties and stuff. That's when they started 'punishing' me for the slightest thing. They made me watch 'boys' TV, brought me toy cars and stuff. Plus they stopped me and Al sharing a room and I wasn't allowed round to my friends. While all that was happening, Alice got sick. Terminally so. Cancer..."

Tears fell freely down Blaine's' face. Kurt gazed at Blaine with a tearful expression. Without words, Kurt pulled Blaine up and out of the shop, round the corner and into a comforting embrace. Blaine sobbed quietly into the others boys shoulder. After a while, Blaine pulled back and sank against the wall still shaking. Slowly, Kurt sat next to him and Blaine leaned into him. Moments passed before he spoke again.

"Mom and Dad thought she was just attention seeking. Whilst she was coughing, throwing up and crying all night, I sat and held her. She loved it when I sang to her. On the night she died, my parents had gone out. In the past, my Grandmother and Aunt tried to get Alice to the hospital but my so called parents refused to let them. I knew that night it was bad. She had no energy. She just lay there. Her breathing was shallow but she wouldn't let me leave to get help. Instead, she made me promise to keep singing no matter what. She asked me to hug her. Told me she wouldn't have me any other way. That she loved me and it was never my fault. I couldn't let her down. So I did as she said.

"When my parents came home the next morning. they blamed me, beat me up... Said it was my fault. If I wasn't a 'fag' she wouldn't be dead." Despite his tears, he still managed to spit that word out. "For the sake of the funeral, I was made to be the 'perfect straight son'. I didn't even get the concept of being gay then! I didn't know some people thought it wrong to like boys! After the funeral, I was chucked out. My Aunt took me in. Sent me to Dalton and told me I could be whatever I wanted to be as long as I was happy. But I wasn't... Not until I met you. You were so strong..."

"So where you Blaine, you still are..."

"I'm not... I can't even face them anymore, my parents, that is. I ran to Dalton. I hardly visit Alice. What kind of brother does that make me?"

"A good one who did what she wanted you to do, you still sing, you still let yourself be you even though it defies your parents. You're a good man Blaine. And you are loved... Always loved."

Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes and saw nothing but honesty, truth and pure love. More tears went down Blaine's face as he launched himself at Kurt for a much needed hug. "Will... Will you come with me... To see her?"

Kurt smiled, "Yes, it would be an honour to meet Alice. I'll introduce you to mom as well. Maybe she'll look after Alice for us..."

"She'd like that..."

Later that night, after much persuasion on Kurt's part, the two boys were curled up on Kurt's bed holding each other and telling the other about their loved ones and the silly stories that kept them going even on the darkest of days. That night, Blaine felt so alive and oh so free... and Kurt... Kurt felt happy. He had the love of his life in his arms, he spent time with his mother and he learnt all about his others' family. The good and the bad. Yes, they'll stay together... No matter what gets thrown at them.

The End!

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