Kurt was woken up out of his deep sleep by the front door closing loudly. He hissed to himself as he looked over at Blaine, luckily his husband was still sleeping. He got up to go and investigate, but he knew who it was when he reached the living room downstairs by the smell of cannabis and alcohol.

"Alex," he whispered sharply, watching his son stumbling about, holding onto the couch for support, "what do you think you're doing?"

"Hey dad." Alex slurred with a giant grin, that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Kurt hated this, it happened every weekend now. Alex was 19 but he was out of control, and no matter what Kurt and Blaine tried, they just couldn't get through to him about his behaviour. Kurt knew it self destructive but Alex had shut off from them completely when he was 14, and they didn't know why.

Now Alex had no ambition, he had dropped out of school, he had been stealing money, throwing fits and breaking things in their home, shouting angrily at everyone in sight, punching holes into the doors and walls when he was angry, which Kurt and Blaine had to pay to replace. He had just turned from the loving caring young boy they raised into a very grumpy and very self involved person.

Kurt sighed as he watched Alex stumble around the living room.

"You're lucky it only woke me this time," he said in a stern but quiet voice, knowing that if Alex woke Blaine up, there would be another fight, and Kurt was sick of the arguing, "you need to stop this."

"But it's fun..." Alex pouted a little before giggling as he stumbled past Kurt, nudging his father's shoulder as he walked past, "don't try and stop my fun."

"Alex, look what you're doing to yourself." He tried in a pleading tone, but it didn't work, Alex only huffed at him and carried himself clumsily up the stairs.

Kurt followed after him, to make sure he didn't wake Blaine or his little sister, he always hated when the whole family was awake when Alex was drunk, Blaine would shout and Alex would shout back, Elizabeth would cry and Kurt didn't know what one to calm down first. Over the last few weeks, Alex and Blaine fighting had escalated to a new level, Blaine was almost always in the same mood as Alex, which made the situation so much worse.

Blaine used to remain calm while dealing with Alex, but after months of fights and shouting and breaking property, Blaine had kind of lost his patience for Alex.

Alex collided with his bedroom door with a loud thud, and Kurt flinched a little, looking back to his own bedroom door, which he had left slightly open.

"Alex." He warned again, opening the door for his son, letting him stumble through it.

"Fuck off." Alex mumbled as he slammed his bedroom door, and Kurt winced again, knowing that it had probably woken Blaine now.

He bit his lip as he moved back to his bedroom, catching Blaine just coming through the door with a tired scowl already set on his face. He tried to move past Kurt, but Kurt held his arm out and stopped him.

"Is that Alex?" Blaine asked grumpily and Kurt could see the fire of another fight coming, so he tried with all his might to push Blaine back into their bedroom.

"He's in his room, he'll sleep it off," Kurt said pleadingly as his husband still tried to get past him and out the door, "please Blaine, we'll talk to him tomorrow."

"Tomorrow isn't going to be enough," Blaine said in his sleep rough voice, "he needs to learn."

"But shouting at him while he is like this, only makes it worse Blaine, you know that." Kurt whined and held on to Blaine's arms for dear life, he couldn't keep going through this every weekend.

"What the fuck are we supposed to do then? Just let it go on." Blaine raised his voice and Kurt felt himself wince again, knowing that if Alex heard them arguing in the hall he wouldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Blaine, don't get angry with me."

"Kurt, our son comes home drunk every weekend, stinking the whole place up with booze and drugs, he doesn't listen to anybody, he doesn't have respect for anyone in this house or anything in it either, and no matter what we try, he still does whatever he wants...no this ends right now," Blaine said as he roughly pulled out of Kurt's hands, and marched towards Alex's bedroom door, "Alex?!"

Kurt whined to himself at Blaine's booming voice and then watched helplessly as his husband pounded his fist against their son's bedroom door. Kurt bit his lip as he looked towards their daughter's room, the door was shut but he knew that if an argument started she would wake up and start crying. Again.

"Alexander Hummel-Anderson, come out here right now!" Blaine shouted through the door and Kurt frowned.

"Blaine please..." He trailed off quietly, willing himself not to cry, because it wouldn't make anything better.

Kurt sucked in a breath as Alex swung open his door. It was always clash of the titans with these two now, and no matter how hard Kurt tried he really couldn't calm anyone. He could feel the tension within himself building in anticipation of the argument at hand.

"What the fuck do you want?" Alex asked with his own heated glare, "I was fucking sleeping."

"What the fuck do I want?!" Blaine shouted at him, causing Kurt to glance again at Elizabeth's door again, "Where the fuck have you been all night, it's nearly 4am Alex, where do you get off coming in here like you own the place, stinking of booze and drugs?"

Kurt sighed as Elizabeth's door opened slowly, and she cautiously peeked out, Kurt smiled gently at her before glancing back to Blaine and Alex.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, to tell what to do?!" Alex screeched back at Blaine, pushing his chest, "You're not my dad!"

That was something else that had happened in the last couple of years too, Alex would always throw the fact that Blaine wasn't his biological father in his face. The very first time he had ever done it, Blaine had been so shocked that he had burst into tears.

Kurt knew it hurt Blaine to hear it, and he watched with his lip between his teeth as yet again their fights escalated to that level.

Blaine looked a little hurt for a minute before the angry cloud descended again and he grabbed Alex's arm roughly, Kurt made to move forward but Alex was quicker and pulled his arm away from Blaine's grip.

"Don't fucking touch me." He said as he moved into Blaine's space, both of them glaring at the other.

"Daddy?" Elizabeth's voice broke into Kurt's worried state, and he looked over to her, before looking back at Blaine and Alex, who were in some kind of standoff.

"Baby, it's ok, go back to bed." Kurt said quietly, and she shook her head as her eyes started filling with tears.

"You want to throw everything we've done for you back in our faces Alex, go ahead, but this is still your home and you respect the people in it, especially your parents." Blaine snarled out.

"You know what? I don't need this, I'm fucking out of here." Alex said as he rushed down the stairs, a little clumsily because he was still drunk and Blaine followed after him quickly.

Kurt was torn, but in the end he gave his daughter another sad smile, before he told her to stay there, and he followed them both downstairs quickly.

"You're not going anywhere!" Blaine shouted as Kurt rushed into the living room.

"Who's going to stop me? You!" Alex said with an evil scowl, laughing a little as Blaine stepped into his space again, "I'd like to see you try."

"Alex-" Kurt tried to intervene calmly, but they both completely ignored his presence, stuck now in a standoff with each other.

"You're going to go upstairs, sleep it off, and in the morning we're going to talk about this. This can't go on anymore, you're destroying yourself." Blaine said extremely calmly which was an indication of how angry he really was, but it only made Alex even more irate.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do!" Alex screamed right in Blaine's face, who didn't move an inch away, and Kurt watched helpless to do anything, "I can make my own choices, I'm not a kid anymore. If I want to go out a get drunk with my fucking friends, that's my business, it's got nothing to do with you!"

Blaine remained silent as Alex continued.

"And if I want to smoke dope, that's up to me too, and if I want to fuck anything that moves, I will. You can't stop me!"

"You're not leaving." Blaine stepped in front of Alex's path to the door, and before Kurt could jump in to stop what happened, Alex's fist had swung back and he aimed a punch for Blaine's face.

All the years of boxing kicked in though, and Blaine managed to dodge it, making a clumsy Alex stumble, while Kurt gasped and Blaine turned to grip both hands in his son's shirt and haul him against the nearest wall. Kurt shook his head, this was getting way out of control.

"Blaine please d-"

"Listen to me, I'm your father, and as long as you live under our roof you do what I tell you, got that?" Blaine growled into his face, and Alex looked both angry and uncomfortable, struggling to get Blaine's hands off of his shirt, "and if I tell you to go to your room, you go."

"I don't have to fucking listen to you." Alex growled back through gritted teeth, and he kicked one of his legs out and caught one of Blaine's, making him wince in pain before he pushed Alex's back against the wall harder, and Kurt made to reach out to stop this.

"Blaine let him go..." he started to warn again but Blaine's voice growled out over his, and he could only stand and watch as his family came crashing down around them.

"You want to hit me huh, is that what you want? I can give you that Alex, I'm stronger than you."

Alex seemed to grow more agitated and angry, the longer Blaine held him there against the wall and he put his hands over Blaine's wrists. His teeth showed as he growled at his father, trying roughly to pull his hands away.

"Honey..." Kurt started again as he came to a stop just behind them, and then he heard the most disgusting thing out of his son's mouth that he never wanted to hear.

"Get the fuck out of my face, you fucking faggot."

The words were said in such a monotone and cold voice, that Kurt gasped, the hurt in his heart piling up to overflow, and he moved forward then, as Blaine's face turned red and he raised his fist back quickly.

"No!" Kurt shouted and caught Blaine's hand in his, but after a second Kurt could see the tension leaving Blaine's shoulders, and he slumped a little, and Kurt knew he was hurt too.

Blaine sighed and moved his hand slowly from Kurt's grip, placing both back against Alex, before leaning in and whispering in a voice filled with hurt and anger.

"Get the fuck out of my house." He said and then roughly shoved Alex to the side, and Alex stumbled but with a glare he righted himself and stormed out of the door.

Kurt couldn't move, couldn't speak as the door slammed closed. He turned to Blaine, noting the regret and hurt and confusion in his eyes, which was probably mirrored by his own and he broke.

He sobbed and fell to his knees, placing his head in his hands and screamed into them in loud wails.

Blaine just stood shocked for a moment, before kneeling with Kurt and gathering his husband into his arms.

"What the hell just happened?" Kurt mumbled through his shouts of anguish, "what the fuck did you do Blaine?!"

Blaine just held him, and didn't answer, because he had no idea himself. Everything was so fucked up right now.

They both heard a loud wail from the stairs and turned to find their daughter in tears, clutching at her favourite teddy bear, and Kurt sniffed before running to her to gather her up in his arms. She sobbed into his shoulder, and he hushed her and stroked her hair, trying to calm her down even though he was far from calm himself.

Blaine stepped up next to them and took them both in his arms, guiding them back upstairs to their bedroom, Elizabeth still clung to Kurt like a lifeline.

"I'm sorry." Blaine said quietly and Kurt heard the amount of pain in his voice and clutched at him too, while they all cried together.

Why did it have to be so hard? When did their family become so broken?

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Kurt didn't know what to do anymore, he had been devastated by Alex storming out and not coming home. It had been over a week and he had searched around friends and close family, to try and find Alex. All to no avail. he was gone, he wouldn't answer his phone either and after a week of trying it wasn't accepting calls anymore, so Kurt now was at a loss.

He had called the police to report his son missing but since Alex was an adult now, over 18, the police couldn't really do much to bring him home. So all in all Kurt felt stuck. He cried to himself every night, wishing there was something he could do, but there wasn't anything he could do.

He spent his days going to work and coming home, reading and doing homework with Elizabeth and fighting with Blaine over everything. His husband was a little angry at the situation but Kurt knew that the anger had sprung up in the place of all the hurt.

Blaine was a good father, and he loved their son, had ever since he was born. He was at much of a loss at what to do as Kurt was. There wasn't anything else he could do.

They had blamed each other for what happened, and fought about it almost every night for the first week, even after the fights were over and they apologized it would just go back around again. The same argument.

Kurt had spent some of lunch breaks from work, patrolling streets and hang out spots of Alex's friends, trying to
catch even a small glimpse of his son. But he didn't find him.

He had made sure that everyone he knew, who knew Alex, would keep an eye out for him and let Kurt know where he was. But Alex still hadn't made contact with anyone or been seen after several months.

He felt lost, their family was broken and there was nothing he could do but hold on to the tiny ray of hope that Alex would come home eventually, no matter how very small that hope was.

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Alex was alone now. He had walked out of his home almost a year ago and had not gone back. He had ignored calls and messages from his father fro about a week after. He didn't want to talk. He didn't want to be scolded anymore about his behaviour.

He knew he had been wrong. He had crossed a line he knew that much, he had never threw anyone's sexuality in their faces before, especially in spite. But he couldn't help the anger underneath his skin. He had problems that his dad and Blaine wouldn't understand. He couldn't just forget about everything and go home. He missed his sister but that was about it.

Home wasn't there anymore, it hadn't been his home for years anyway, more of a place to crash.

He sat in a coffee shop, to escape the biting cold weather outside, he had been avoiding friends and family and people that his father knew, so that he wouldn't find him. His phone had died after a week, and not willing to go home to charge it, Alex just ended up throwing it away. He didn't go back for more clothes at all, so for the last year he had been causally stealing a new outfit every month or so. The clothes he had on right now, he had been wearing for about a week. He knew he was homeless and dirty, and lived in and out of shelters and begging on the streets of New York but he would never go back.

He glared at the lady that came over and asked if he was ordering anything, otherwise he would have to leave. He refused to budge and she sighed as she walked back to the counter. Nobody could tell him what to do.

A group of kids came through the door laughing and joking around together and he scowled even more. Everyone else's lives seemed to be perfect, and he couldn't help but be angry about that too.

He sat and mused to himself for another few minutes until a coffee cup was placed in front of him, along with a muffin from the counter and he looked up a little startled before scowling at the freckled face of the stranger smiling down at him.

The kid had messy blonde hair that looked like it belonged on a beach picture somewhere, and deep blue eyes focused on Alex's face. The kids grin was annoying too.

"What?" Alex demanded and the kid smiled even more.

"Well you looked a little cold and hungry, so I got you these." he gestured towards the coffee and the muffin.

"I'm not cold, and I'm not a charity case." He said through clenched teeth and the kid only raised an eyebrow never losing the grin.

"If you weren't cold, your teeth wouldn't be chattering." he said with a smile that Alex wanted to punch right off his face, "and maybe you're not charity but accept the offer from a kind stranger yeah?"

"Max!" came a voice behind the blonde kid and he turned to wave a little at his friends who were waiting for him.

"Gotta go, but once I leave, promise you'll drink and eat, ok?"

"Fuck off kid."

Max only smiled once more, before he turned around and went back to his friends, not even looking back at Alex as he walked through the door. Alex glared over to the lady at the counter who was staring at him, and then looked away when he scowled at her. His eyes fell on the coffee and muffin again.

Well, he couldn't let it go to waste could he? And he was hungry.

Damn that kid.

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Kurt hadn't given up. The police wouldn't help, now that Alex was nearing 21 years old, but he didn't lose hope that he would find his son. He had been searching everywhere, showing pictures of Alex around at shops and clubs and bars, and even at the park. Nobody had seen his face, but when Kurt was on his way into another coffee shop, there he was.

He son looked so much older than 21, sitting at a table with dirty clothes and an unshaven face. He felt terrible that this was his son's life now, and he was determined to help him, and get him to come home.

"Hey Alex." He said as he approached the table and son turned surprised eyes up to his face, before glaring at him.

"What do you want?" he growled out, his voice rough and tried sounding and Kurt frowned as he took a seat opposite his son.

"I want you to come home, Alex," he said as he tried to reach out a hand for his son, but he moved out of reach and Kurt tried to smile reassuringly, "please, what can I do to help you? I hate seeing you like this."

"Leave me alone." Alex said again and Kurt racked his brain for another angle.

"Your sister misses you. She asks about you all the time, she wants you home too." Kurt said adding another small smile as his son glared at him, "your dad too-"

"He's not my dad." Alex growled at him with a scowl, and Kurt felt a little lost at what to say or do.

"Please Alex I- I miss you."

"Just leave me alone." Alex said as he stood and Kurt could see how weary and beaten he looked, and how much thinner he was, and he stood too, desperate to help in any way he could.

Kurt reached into his pocket for his wallet and then got a credit card out and handed it to him.

"Please Alex, take this, I'll clear you to use it with your name, I don't want you to get into trouble," Kurt said with a frown and tears built in his eyes as Alex avoided his gaze, "please kiddo, take it. If you won't come home at least if you have this, I know that you can eat and wash and stay somewhere safe. Please."

Alex thought about it for a minute before reaching and plucking the card from Kurt's fingers. Kurt smiled at him as he took it and then he left, without so much as a backwards glance.

Kurt sighed, even if his son wouldn't come home, at least he knew that Kurt still cared about him and wanted him. He would be ok with money, and hopefully in time he would come back to their family.