College: Senior Year
Blaine puts down the phone and sinks to the floor, burying his head in his hands as he goes. He tries to keep it in, but a sob escapes his lips and before he knows it he can hear Kurt's footsteps down the hallway. "Blaine?" Kurt says, peeking his head in. Blaine doesn't look up, hoping that by some miracle Kurt won't notice the tears streaming down his face. He can feel Kurt sink to the ground next to him and wrap a protective arm around his shoulder, and the Blaine is full blown sobbing and he can't stop.
"They're not coming. They're not even going to come to my goddamn wedding!" He gasps.
"Shh, baby we don't need them. You know that you're real family is going to be there." Kurt soothes.
Blaine sobs until he's sick and Kurt has to practically drag him back to their bed, he tucks Blaine in like a child, even kissing his forehead. Blaine's exhausted and to Kurt's relief he falls asleep almost immediately. Kurt closes the door to their bedroom as quietly as possible, and heads into the kitchen. He picks up the phone Blaine has left on the table and dials the familiar number.
"Hey Kurt. What's up?" His dad answers.
"Blaine's parents won't come to the wedding." Kurt says.
Burt sighs. "God damn it."
"He was so upset. I don't know why he even wants them to come. Some of the stories he's told me…"
"They're his parents, Kurt. He still loves them and he still wants their approval."
"I just can't imagine how somebody can be so un-accepting of their own family."
"Me either, buddy."
"They kicked him out, once. They just let him sleep on the fucking street for two nights before his mom finally convinced his dad to go find him. Imagine what might have happened to him? Do you remember the night he came to our house because his dad got angry and pushed him into the china cabinet? And I had to help him clean all his cuts and there was blood all over his shirt? How could someone do that to him?" Kurt vented.
"I know. Blaine got dealt a shit hand. But he has you now. He deserves you, Kurt."
Kurt smiles a little. "Thanks dad. And you are gonna be there for him, right?"
"Yeah. Goodnight, buddy." Burt says, hanging up the phone.
"Was that Kurt?" Carole asks.
"Yeah. Blaine's parents refuse to come the wedding."
Carole closes her eyes. "You have got to be kidding me. It's like they don't even love him."
"God and Kurt started talking about that night Blaine showed up to our house all cut up because his dad pushed him to the china cabinet. God remember how terrible that was?"
"Finn was so freaked out…"
They were in the middle of Friday Night Dinner when the doorbell rang. "Is anybody expecting someone?" Burt asked. Everybody shook their heads. "I'll go see who it is." Finn offered, getting up from the table. Finn shuffled through the living room to the front door. He opened it to reveal his brother's boyfriend, Blaine Anderson, standing in a blood covered light blue t-shirt.
"Dude! What the hell happened? Are you okay? Oh my god, is that blood?"
At that exclamation the whole family rushed out. "Blaine?" Kurt cried. "Oh god are you okay?"
"I'm fine, really. It's worse than it looks." Blaine insists.
"Come on, Kurt. Help me get Blaine cleaned up." Carole says, stepping forward and leading Blaine towards the bathroom. "What happened, Blaine?"
"My dad lost his temper and pushed me. I fell into the china cabinet. I'm fine, it's fine. It was really my fault…" Blaine says too quickly.
Burt has to refrain himself from punching the wall after he hears that. "It was really my fault." What kind of kid is so messed up he thinks it's his fault when his dad pushes him into the china cabinet? He follows Kurt and Carole to the bathroom. Kurt peels off Blaine shirt to reveal an array of cuts all over his chest, back, shoulders and arms. Carole grabs some tweezers and starts pulling out bits up glass that are still caught in Blaine's skin. He hisses, and latches on to Kurt's hand.
"Has this happened before, Blaine?" Burt asks.
"What do you mean? My dad pushing me? No. It's never happened before." Blaine said, but his eyes glaze over and Burt can tell it's only a half truth. Kurt catches Burt's eye and motion towards Finn, who's been standing in the doorway watching everything happen. Burt can see why Kurt was concerned, Finn looks terrified.
"Come on, Finn. Let's go make everybody hot chocolate so we can watch a movie or something after Blaine's all cleaned up, okay?"
Finn follows him into the kitchen without a word. "What's the matter, Finn? Talk to me about it." Burt says.
"It's just… at first I thought he got in a car accident or something, you know? But to know that his own dad did that. God Burt… could you imagine?"
"No… no I couldn't."
Blaine, Kurt, and Carole emerged about fifteen minutes later (Blaine clad in Kurt's only pair of sweatpants and one Burt's own shirts, which was comically too big for him.) and he and Finn passed around hot chocolate and they all sit down to watch one of the Harry Potter movies. Blaine and Kurt fell asleep curled around each other on the couch, and Burt let them stay there (just this once).
Blaine left the next morning, promising it would never happen again. But Burt didn't really believe that.