Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or any of the characters that appear on the show. This is just me playing around with them for our mutual entertainment.
A/n: So yeah, once again I've done what I'm notorious for doing – I've written multiple chapters without uploading any of them. So yeah, here's the next part of the story…
"You look tired." Blaine smiled at his husband as he collapsed onto the couch. "How's the kid? Is he going to be okay?"
"He made it through surgery, but beyond that I don't know anything. His dad still wasn't there when I left, but the nurse did finally get in touch with him," Blaine replied. He snuggled up against Kurt, taking the other man's hand. "I'm worried… his stomach was covered in bruises. Someone beat the shit out of this kid, and I couldn't even get him to open up and tell me who did it so that I could help him. He insisted that he was fine up until he couldn't even stand up on his own…"
"He's probably afraid of whoever did this to him… he's always been quiet and stand-offish, hasn't he?" Kurt asked.
"He usually doesn't speak unless it's to ask a question. And even then, it's only after everyone else has left at the end of class. I'm really worried about him…" Blaine closed his eyes as his husband started to play with his hair. It was relaxing.
"Well how would you like some good news?" Blaine raised an eyebrow, sitting up slightly to look at his husband. "I talked to Nadia today…"
"And?"
"And we're officially approved to become foster parents in the state of New York." Blaine couldn't help but smile, leaning in to press a kiss against his husband's lips. "We're going to get emergency placements for a little while, sort of a test run, but we could potentially have our first long-term foster child by Thanksgiving."
"I think that's the best news I've heard all week," Blaine replied. He couldn't help but smile at Kurt. "We should celebrate…"
"Well, the plan was originally that I was going to take you out to dinner tonight, before everything went down with Rian. But seeing as it's a little late, I figured that tonight we would have Chinese takeout and we could plan something better for this weekend, when we don't have a set schedule."
"You don't have rehearsals this weekend?"
"Mira has to go back to Connecticut for a family funeral. She decided to just give everyone the whole weekend off, as a break since we were pulling extra hours of rehearsal all week because things were so crazy."
"Even though you start previews on Wednesday?"
"Things are coming together… I'll feel fine about it if you'll help me go over my lines once or twice before Monday," Kurt replied.
"No problem. I've got a couple of students tomorrow morning, but other than that I'm free all weekend. Although I do want to go check on Rian at some point… he looked pretty bad, and I don't think I'm going to be able to stop worrying about him."
"There's something special about this kid, isn't there?" Kurt asked. Blaine sat up, sighing.
"I just get the feeling that there's something really wrong at home. It had been a couple of hours and his dad still wasn't there… and some of the other teachers have made comments about strange things he does in classes. He always wears long sleeves and he never rolls them up. In the ambulance today, I saw his arms were covered in bruises that looked kind of like handprints…"
"You think he's being abused?"
"I know he is… but I don't know who's hurting him. I don't know what I should do to help him." Blaine glanced down at his hands as Kurt took them. "I mean, I mentioned it to the cops that came down to the hospital. But I feel like I should do something more…"
"You've done everything you can do without Rian telling you what's going on." Blaine nodded, sighing and nodding.
"You're right. There's nothing else I can do because I don't know what's going on. I just need to relax."
"This is why you're going to be a great dad," Kurt replied. Blaine pulled his husband over onto his lap with a smile. "You care so much, even about a kid you're only responsible for a few hours a day. You just can't let yourself start to care too much, okay? You're going to stress yourself out, and that's not good for you."
"Then why don't you help me relieve some of that stress?" Blaine asked with a smirk, leaning in to press a kiss against his husband's lips. Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt started kissing down the side of his neck, humming happily. "Mmm… what about dinner?"
"We can do dinner later. Right now, I want you more," Kurt replied. Blaine smiled, pulling the other man into his lap so that Kurt was straddling his hips. Blaine's hand found its way up underneath multiple layers of clothing so that his fingernails could scratch at his husband's skin on one of the few bare stretches of skin that Blaine knew would be covered by Kurt's costume for the show. He couldn't help but moan at the way his husband's ass ground down on his lap.
"Are we doing this on the couch?"
"I have no problem with that…" Blaine smiled as his husband started removing layers of clothing. He was allowed to sit back and watch as Kurt shed first a vest, then his tie, followed by a button-down shirt so that the man was left in nothing but an undershirt from the waist up.
"That never gets any less sexy," Blaine muttered, using his husband's undershirt to pull the man closer so that he could attack Kurt's neck in return. They always had to be careful about making marks on each other – middle school students were rather adept at noticing every little thing, and Kurt's director would have a fit if Blaine made more work for the makeup artist.
Blaine wasn't really sure how they ended up laying down on the couch, but he couldn't help laughing when they toppled off of it, with Blaine making sure that they landed on his back rather than on Kurt's. Despite Kurt's insistence to the contrary, Blaine still worried that he might somehow hurt his husband because he was slightly heavier than the other man.
Both men groaned as Blaine's cell phone started to ring. "Please just leave it…" Kurt began.
"I can't… what if it's an emergency?"
"They'll call back."
"What if it's Nadia?" Blaine sighed as his husband rolled his eyes and got up.
"If it's Nadia, tell her she'd better be glad we really want kids because she just interrupted a very hot makeout session that was on its way to becoming something even hotter." Blaine laughed as he fished the phone out of his bag. He didn't recognize the number, but something in his gut told him that he needed to answer.
"Hello?"
"Blaine Anderson?" Blaine raised an eyebrow.
"This is he… can I ask who's calling?"
"My name is Sylvia Monroe, from Mercy Hospital. We have a patient asking for you… a Rian O'Casey. You left this number…" Blaine turned and looked back at his husband, giving him an apologetic look.
"Yeah, yeah… do you need me to come right now? Or should I wait until morning, for visiting hours?"
"It's probably better if you come now… he's not doing well. We've already called a priest…"
"I understand… I'm on my way." Blaine hung up the phone, before he turned to look at his husband. "I'm sorry… I need to go. He's asking for me…" Blaine began.
"Go. I'll still be here when you get back." Blaine rushed over to his husband, pressing a kiss against the man's lips.
"I love you."
