This is a bit of a sequel to my story "Older Brother" (you don't necessarily need to read that one first, unless you want a bit more background into what's going on here). It's going to be super angsty with a lot of Klaine fluffiness mixed in with it all (of course haha).
So, yes, super angsty. Read at own risk.
A few more things that you should know:
1)There is mentions of Finchel in this. I say this because I know a lot of people don't like Finchel, but I love them (yay that they're canon again). I always warn people when I put Finchel in my stories.
2) Blaine lives at home as opposed to at Dalton. This is just because it helps my story flow better and make more sense.
3) The italicized part is the story Blaine tells Kurt
Okay, long author's note over now.
I was just sitting down to do my homework after a long day when my cell phone rang.
You make me... feel like I'm living a teenage dream...
Blaine. The French revolution could wait.
"Hey, babe," I said, putting the phone to my ear.
"Kurt." That was it. Just my name. He sounded so... so broken. Lost. "Kurt," he repeated and I could hear the obvious pain in his voice, the effort he was putting into that one word.
"Blaine, are you okay?"
"I - I need you, Kurt."
I was starting to get scared by this point. "What's wrong?"
"Joey... and he..." he trailed off, so I knew it had to be bad - Blaine was hardly ever at a loss for words. "I just really need you right now. Can you come?"
"Of course, baby," I said, already searching for my keys. I found them, but my hands were shaking so badly that I knew I'd never be able to drive. I needed to go find Finn. "I'll be right there." Blaine lived an hour away, but I knew that if I drove fast enough, I could make the trip in about thirty minutes.
"Hurry." I promised him that I would and then went across the hall to Finn's room.
"Finn!" I pounded on the door, not caring that it was close to eleven o'clock at night and he was probably already in bed. "Finn!" I tried again.
Pajama clad and bleary-eyed, he opened the door. "Wha?" he slurred, sleep in his voice.
"It - it's Blaine, Finn. I - I think he's in trouble and I c-can't drive. I need your help."
"What's wrong with him?" he asked, more alert now.
"I don't know. I j-just need you to drive me t-to his house. I'm s-scared, Finn."
"Don't worry about it, Kurt. We'll help him, okay?" I nodded and Finn grabbed a sweatshirt and shoved his feet into a pair of shoes. "Give me your keys." I numbly handed them over. "All right, let's go." I followed him down the stairs and out of the house, not caring that we could get in trouble since we were going out past curfew. All I could focus on was getting to Blaine's house and making sure he was okay.
The entire ride over, I was shaking so violently I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop. I just kept running through the worst-case scenarios in my head. What could Joey have possibly done to Blaine. Oh, God, what if it was about what happened earlier? What if Blaine was hurt and it was all my fault? I'd never be able to forgive myself. "He's okay, Kurt. We're almost there," Finn kept saying, though I heard the worry in his voice. When we first got in the car, I'd told him about Joey and the incident earlier and, though he didn't say anything, I knew it made him angry. And now he sounded worried about what Joey might have done to Blaine, which made me panic more.
We pulled up to the house and I was out of the car before Finn had put it in park. I saw Blaine sitting on the front steps and I ran to him. When I got close enough to see him, I saw that his lip was swollen and his eye on its way to being black. "Kurt," he choked out, wincing as he spoke, which made me think that some of his ribs were at least bruised - possibly even broken.
"Blaine," I said so softly I couldn't be sure I'd actually spoken aloud at all. I dropped to my knees in front of him and cradled his face in my hands, trying to touch it as lightly as I could. But apparently even my feather-light touch was too much, because he hissed through his teeth. "Sorry," I apologized, the tears coming before I could stop them.
"Don't," he breathed. "Don't... cry, baby."
"It's all my fault," I cried, hanging my head.
"No," he said, wincing and groaning as he tried to put his arms around me. "It's Joey's fault. Never, ever blame yourself because he... has... issues."
"Blaine?" Finn asked, approaching us. "What happened to you?" He shook his head. "Okay, you don't have to tell us now. Kurt... can you help him to the car? We need to get him to our house - he can't stay here anymore." I nodded, surprised. My brother usually wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I was glad that he was taking charge right now. I could barely form a coherent thought.
I helped Blaine to his feet, wincing every time he did. "What about his stuff?" I asked Finn as we hobbled to the car.
"We'll figure that out later," he replied as I helped Blaine into the backseat. "Now, whatever you do, don't let him fall asleep. He might have a concussion or something." I had a feeling that Finn knew about concussions from personal experience.
We took the drive home more carefully than we had before, me mumuring to Blaine over and over again.
"I'm here, nothing's going to hurt you now. I'm here."
When we got home, the living room light was on, which meant that my parents were up, waiting for us. I helped Blaine out of the car and lifted his head in my hand. "Stay awake, sweetie, okay?"
"But I'm so tired," he whined.
"I know, but you have to stay awake. Can you do that for me?" He nodded numbly and I led him up the house, where Finn was holding the door open for us.
"Finn? Kurt?" I heard my stepmom Carole call, coming into the front hall. "Where were you... Oh, my goodness! Blaine, what happened to you?" She rushed over and took Blaine from me, but he held fast to my hand and we moved into the living room, where my dad was sitting.
"What happened?" he asked as Carole set Blaine down on the couch, with me next to him
Finn shrugged. "I - I don't know," I stammered. We all turned to Blaine. He shook his head. "Come on, baby." He shook his head again. "You have to tell us. We can't help you if you don't tell us." He took a deep, shaky breath and then began to tell his story.
"Love you, too," Blaine said to Kurt, giving him one final kiss before Kurt walked back to his car. Blaine watched him drive away, then unlocked the door and walked into the house.
It was sort of late and all of the lights were off, but Blaine didn't want to wake up his family, so he tried to find his way to the stairs in the dark. Suddenly, one of the lights in the living room to his left turned on. "Oh, hey, Blaine." Great, it was Joey. Blaine had just had one of the best nights of his life and he really didn't want his jerk of a brother ruining it.
"What do you want, Joey?" he asked snippily.
"Someone's got a bit of a temper."
"I'm tired, Joey. So if you have something to say, just say it."
"You know what I want to talk about."
Blaine sighed. "You want me to say it? Fine... I'm gay! Big fucking deal." Blaine usually didn't swear, but he got enough crap from his dad for being gay. He didn't need it from his brother, too.
"It is a big deal, Blaine. What if any of my friends found out that my brother likes kissing boys? It's bad enough that you sing and play that gay-ass guitar all the time. I'd never hear the end of it."
"Oh, no," Blaine said sarcastically. "A bunch of ignorant meatheads aren't going to like me. How will I ever survive?" Before he knew what happened, Joey had crossed the room and slapped Blaine across the face. He staggered backwards, shocked.
"Don't you ever talk about my friends like that! At least they're normal, unlike you."
"Yeah, your friends are totally normal. Doesn't one of them have, like, three kids that he can't afford to feed? Oh... and let's not forget your buddy, Cody. How's he doing? Still in rehab?" From what little Blaine could see of Joey's face, he was postively livid. "Face it, Joey, your life is going absolutely nowhere." Blaine knew that as soon as he said it, it was the wrong move, but he really was tired of being put down because the person he was in love with happened to be named Kurt.
"You know what we used to do to fags like you in high school, Blainey?" Joey asked, his voice scary-calm. Blaine had a sense of deja vu and it wasn't something he wanted to revisit. But it was too late - Joey reached out and punched Blaine square in the eye, knocking him to the ground. He bit back a scream as his head bounced off the bottom stair. He saw stars, but before he could move an inch, Joey was kicking every inch of him he could reach. One of the kicks connected with his mouth and Blaine tasted blood. Minutes, hours, maybe even years later, Joey tired himself out and stepped over Blaine, who was curled in the fetal position. "Maybe that'll teach you." And then he was gone.
Blaine lied there for God knows how long. When he managed to move his head, he saw his phone laying just out of arms' reach. It took a while, but he was finally able to get ahold of the device. He stared at it, wondering who to call. Wes and David were both away at college and all of his Dalton friends were at school and couldn't leave. He couldn't call the police because they'd tell his parents and his dad would inevitably take Joey's side and make the whole thing Blaine's fault. He stared at the screen, which was getting blurrier by the second. Despite that, however, he could still make out the picture on his background.
Kurt.
Of course.
He started to dial.
I was angry. No, that was strong enough. I was positively livid. How dare he do that to Blaine? I started to cry, rubbing circles into Blaine's back. "Oh, baby. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." I kissed his shoulder, one of the few places I knew it wouldn't hurt.
My dad stood up. "Burt, where are you going?" Carole asked.
"I need to go have a word with this Joey guy." He turned to Finn. "I'm gonna need you to come with me, Finn." He nodded. Both my brother and my dad were very protective of me and since Blaine was practically an extension of myself, they protective of him, too. They considered him family and they would do anything for their family. Grabbing his keys, he turned back to Carole. "I want you guys to get Blaine to the hospital. And call me to tell me what the doctor says."
"Okay," Carole said.
And then my dad and Finn were out the door.
So this is going to be a two-shot. Next chapter will be Burt and Finn confronting Joey. Dun dun dun
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