Disgrace (Part Deux)

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Kurt had noticed instantly that Blaine was absent from the choir room. He quickly took a seat in the top row, deciding to wait patiently for him. The two usually walked to Glee together, but every once in a while they needed to make stops at their lockers. So, Blaine was late. Not a big deal.

But as everyone else filed in, smiling a greeting up at him, Blaine still did not make an appearance. Even as Mr. Shue made his way in, wrote something Kurt didn't bother to make attention to, and started talking Blaine still didn't appear. Kurt couldn't help the worry. He thought of slushies and dumpster dives and shuddered.

Discretely he slipped his phone from his pocket. He typed out a quick 'Where are you?' and hit send. He waited a second then heard the sound of a phone vibrating but as he checked his phone he didn't have a new message. He glanced around, no one else was reacting to their phones. The buzz continued, and it sounded close. Kurt glanced down to see a phone below his chair, buzzing and lighting up on the floor.

It was Blaine's phone.

He slipped down in his chair, picking up the device. The screen was cracked pretty bad (but he could barely make out the text on it read 'Text from My Kurt'), the back cover was missing, and there was a red scratch on the side – a shade of red that was suspiciously exactly the same shade as their back wall.

What was Blaine's phone doing on the floor of the choir room?

And more importantly why was it broken?

He quickly tried to check the phone, but the touch screen was shot to hell. Slipping the device in his pocket he quickly stood, ready to bolt from the room.

"Kurt, did you want to say something?"

Oh, right, glee was going on right now.

"I'm gonna go see what's keeping Blaine." Kurt said almost dismissively to his teacher and made his way out of the room. Mr. Shue looked like he wanted to say something more but he dropped it.

Soon Kurt was out in the empty hallways of McKinley High. First he made his way to Blaine's locker, Blaine wasn't there. Then he made his way outside and quickly checked the dumpsters for his boyfriend, still no dice. He checked all the janitor's closets and supply closets, still no Blaine. Finally he started checking each bathroom. First he checked the girls' rooms, then the boy's rooms. He was about to give up and check the dumpsters again when he heard a quiet sniffle come from the handicap stall of the bathroom he was about to walk out of.

"Blaine?" Kurt called, walking to the stall, "Sweetie is that you?" There was a shuffling sound, followed by the click of the stall lock. The door slowly swung open to reveal Blaine, looking not so dapper.

His eyes and nose were bright red, his cheeks stained with tears. Tear drops were actually falling from his jaw line and the top of his bowtie looked a little damp. His hair had somehow come half un-gelled. His sweater was a little askew, and the knees of his pants looked dusty. He sniffled again, eyes falling from Kurt's to the floor. He just looked so tiny, so sad.

Without thinking Kurt went with his first instinct and wrapped his arms tight around his boyfriend who promptly buried his face in Kurt's neck. The short boy's shoulders jerked slightly, like he was trying not to sob, as he clung tighter to Kurt, fisting the back of his shirt.

"Oh, baby, what happened?" Kurt whispered into Blaine's curls, pulling the teen closer. An audible sob escaped Blaine's lips as he made no move to answer. He just clung tighter to Kurt, like he was his only lifeline. Kurt didn't ask again.

They just stood there for a while, clinging to each other in the middle of the dirty boys' room of McKinley High. Kurt pressed soft kissed into Blaine's curls. He said nothing, asked nothing. He just held Blaine and waited. Waited for him to calm down enough to stand on his own, without clinging to Kurt.

It took several moments but they did finally part. Kurt then held Blaine as arm's length and looked him up and down. Without a word he pulled the sleeve of his sweater over his hand and began to dry of Blaine's face. Blaine actually let out a soft laugh and shook his head at Kurt's antics, but he didn't pull away. After Blaine's face was dry Kurt ran his hand through Blaine's curls and made them a bit more neat. Then he reached over and pulled a paper towel from the dispenser. He held it to Blaine and very simply said, "Blow." Neither boy had the energy to make a suggestive joke, Blaine merely blew his nose as instructed.

"There we go." Kurt said finally as he literally tugged Blaine's sweater into a proper position.

"Thanks mom." Blaine joked, but as soon as the words left his lips a pained look crossed his face and he quickly turned away from Kurt.

"Blaine?" Blaine's shoulders shook and Kurt quickly turned his boyfriend back to him. "No more crying sweetie, please." Kurt whispered, "What happened?"

"My mom…" Blaine said quietly, looking back down at his shoes. "She…she called me before. After you went to your locker." Kurt nodded, waiting for Blaine to continue. "She…she was mad."

Kurt's brows furrowed, Blaine was the epitome of perfect. He was the child every parent wanted. Not to mention his mom was out of town and had been for a while, what could Blaine have possibly done?

"Why was she mad?"

"My grandma saw the Christmas special. She told my mom about it." Blaine whispered, saying nothing more.

Kurt's eyes widened, immediately connecting the dots. Sure, Kurt and Blaine hadn'tactually been husbands in their special but they might as well have been. There were insinuations and suggestive jokes and oh God if Blaine's homophobic family saw that…?

"What did she say?" Kurt asked, breathless.

"She told me I was a disgrace." Blaine whispered, swallowing hard. "That I humiliated our whole family, and…" Blaine lifted his head, looking back into Kurt's eyes. Tears slipped down his cheeks as he whispered "And to pack up my things." Kurt let out an audible gasp, his own eyes welling up.

"Blaine, no-"

"She doesn't want me in the house when she gets back." Blaine whispered, "She…she told me she wishes I'd never been born, Kurt." Blaine said, a sob escaping him. He searched his boyfriend's eyes, looking so desperate and pathetic. "How—how could she say that? She's my mom-"

A loud, harsh sob escaped him again and Kurt immediately wrapped Blaine back up in his arms. "Shh, shh…it's ok, Blaine. It'll be ok." Kurt swallowed a sob of his own as he almost frantically drew circles on Blaine's back and cradled his head to Kurt's shoulder. "I'll make it ok, I promise."

"But what am I supposed to do, Kurt?" Blaine sobbed into his boyfriend's chest, "Where am I supposed to go?"

"You'll stay with me of course, don't even think about that." Kurt said. Finding Blaine a place to stay was the least of Kurt's worries right now. Of course he'd be staying with the Hummel-Hudsons, that didn't even require a second thought.

What Kurt was worried about was Blaine emotionally. His poor Blaine…a boy who'd faced his parents' quiet disapproval and physical absence all his life. Now his ownmother had told him she basically thought he was a mistake, that she didn't love him. How could a mother say that to her child?

Kurt tightened his hold on Blaine, trying to swallow his own rage. He wouldn't even go there, he wouldn't get angry. Not right now.

"C'mon, sweetie." Kurt whispered, "Blaine, c'mon. I'll take you home."

"I don't have a home, remember? Or at least, I won't after New Years." Blaine choked out, pulling back from Kurt but never letting go of him.

"You'll always have a home with me, Blaine." Kurt whispered, placing a soft kiss on Blaine's forehead. "Don't even worry about that." Kurt paused and looked Blaine over once again, "Now I need to clean you up again." He said, jokingly exasperated. Blaine actually let out a choked laugh at that.

Wiping his face on his own sleeve, Blaine shook his head, "What am I supposed to do, Kurt? What happens now?"

"Now?" Kurt asked, linking arms with Blaine and leading him out the door. "Now we're going to go back to my place, eat gratuitous amounts of ice cream, fall asleep on the couch, and then tomorrow we'll figure out the hard stuff."

Blaine nodded, leaning hard into Kurt as they walked. "Sounds good to me." He whispered.

"What, no joke about 'hard stuff'?" Kurt asked, slipping his arm around Blaine's waist. Blaine snorted, but said nothing. Kurt pulled Blaine closer and placed a soft kiss to his temple. "I love you, Blaine."

Blaine whispered, "It seems you're the only one."