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Chapter 2

Mr. Schuester walked out of the choir room and towards the auditorium, certain that he would find the rest of his glee kids there, leaving Kurt to talk to Blaine alone.

Will was worried about the young boy. Unlike the rest of his glee kids, Will didn't really know Blaine that well.

Will rounded the corner and walked through the auditorium doors where all of the kids were huddled together, whispering.

He couldn't hear what they were saying but from the worried looks on their faces he could guess what they were talking about.

Mike turned around, being the first to notice Will's presence, and was the first to ask the question that was all of their minds.

"Mr. Schue, is Blaine okay?"

The rest of the kids turned around, their anxious faces begging him for an answer.

"I don't know. Kurt's talking to him right now and I'm sure he'll let us know as soon as they're done."

"Well, I am sure he will be fine guys. And Kurt will let us know what is going on soon so what we should really focus on is what songs we are singing for sectionals. It is what Blaine would want I'm sure and I for one think that I should sing . . ."

"Rachel, shut up," Mike muttered, cutting her off mid-sentence.

Everyone turned to stare at him, shocked that he was the one that had spoken up. Mike turned away from the stares and walked over to the far side of the auditorium and sat down. The room was silent after that, no one really knowing what to say.

Puck was the first one to get up, swinging his backpack over his shoulder, and muttering something about pools as he left. Santana was next, looking over to Brittany who shook her head, before following Puck. Gradually the rest of the kids followed, leaving only Mike, Tina, Brittany, and Finn with Mr. Schue.

Mr. Schue glanced at his watch, surprised to see it was almost 5. He glanced at his remaining students and sighed, "It's getting pretty late guys. You should all probably start heading home."

Tina stood up and grabbed her bag, glancing at Mike who nodded at her, not moving, before turning and leaving as well.

"I'd rather not leave until I know that Blaine's okay, Mr. Schue," Mike started, his voice sounding weary.

"Me either," Brittanysaid, leaning and putting her head on Mike's shoulder searching for comfort.

Mike put his arm around her and kissed her forehead. Mr. Schue glanced at Finn.

"Kurt's my ride, so . . ."

Mr. Schue nodded and the room lapsed back into silence.

Just moments later, although it seemed much longer to the occupants of the room, the doors to the auditorium slammed open again, making the occupants jump in surprise. The door closed with a thud as they all turned towards the door relieved to see Kurt and Blaine.

Mike stared at Blaine, studying him, seeing that his friend seemed a lot better than he had only hours before.

Blaine, while still leaning against Kurt, whose arm was wrapped around him, holding him tightly, was standing up straight, on his own two feet, no longer relying on Kurt to completely hold him up. His face, freshly washed, no longer appeared as red ass it once was and he seemed to be calmer, more composed and like the Blaine they all knew.

Mike, relieved to see that his friend was okay, unwrapped himself from around Brittany and walked over to stand in front of Blaine, before throwing his arms around him and drawing him close.

"Are you okay?" Mike whispered in Blaine's ear.

Kurt released Blaine into Mike's arms, who nodded against Mike's shoulder. Brittany had gotten up and moved to her two friends and wrapped her arms around the both of them.

Blaine let the two hug him for a moment, soaking it up, before unraveling himself from the hug, leaning back against Kurt and giving a shy smile.

"I'm okay guys, thanks. You didn't have to stick around. I'm sure you all had better things to do with your night."

Mike shook his head, "Nope. I had nothing." He turned to Brittany, "You Brit?"

"No, my night was wide open," Brittany said, shaking her head as well.

Blaine smiled at his two friends, "Thanks guys."

Mr. Schue walked up and placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine flinched. Will pretended not to notice, "Is everything okay Blaine?"

Blaine straightened, leaning away from Kurt, before meeting his teacher's eyes.

"Everything is fine Mr. Schue. I just had a fight with my dad. I am sorry for causing such a scene."

Will nodded, knowing that more was going on, but not sure how to proceed. He opened his mouth to speak again when Kurt cut him off.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Mr. Schue. I'm sure you're all very curious as to what's going on. But me and Blaine are kind of tired and I'd really just like to get him home," Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand and squeezing it gently.

Will was torn. He wanted to keep them there and find out what was going on but looking at Blaine, he just looked so exhausted. Will nodded, "Of course, go home, get some rest. We'll talk about this tomorrow? I can get Ms. Pillsbury to . . ."

"I don't think that will be necessary Mr. Schue, but thanks anyway," Kurt replied, interrupting Mr. Schue once again, already heading towards the door, dragging Blaine behind him. Finn grabbed his bag and rushed after the two, fearing they might leave him behind, leaving the other three to stare after them.

Kurt guided Blaine to the parking lot, unlocking his car and opening the passenger door and let him slide in, forcing Finn to sit in the back.

Kurt fiddled with the radio, landing on a station, and letting "Perfect" by Pink! blast out through the car as he drove towards his house.

The car ride home was silent. Kurt pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition. Finn was already out of the car and heading towards the front door. Kurt turned to look at Blaine who was fast asleep. He smiled at how cute his boyfriend looked, mouth open and snoring softly. Kurt leaned over and gently tugged on one of the boys unruly curls.

"Blaine, Blaine Sweetie. Wake up."

Blaine shifted slightly, his eyes opening slowly.

"Hey B. Time to get up. We're here."

Blaine slowly sat up, Kurt make his way around the other side of the car, helping Blaine out and walking him into the house.

The two walked into the house to be greeted by Carole. She cast a concerned look in Blaine's direction before pulling them both into a hug. She pulled back and ushered them both into the living room and urging them to sit down on the couch, Blaine curling into Kurt, his head on Kurt's shoulder. Carole sat across from them.

"Finn told me what happened at school. He said you might want to talk to us. I already called your dad. He's on his way home now."

Burt rushed through the door, slamming it closed behind him, with a panicked look on his face.

"We're in here Honey," Carole called from the living room.

Burt hurried in, seeing Kurt and Blaine on the couch, and quickly checked them over, searching for injuries. Kurt was okay, from what he could tell, but Blaine on the other hand, looked awful. He had never seen Blaine like this, the clothes baggy, and the hair free and wild, add to that the fact it looked like Blaine had been crying and he was concerned.

Burt sat himself down next to Carole, facing the two boys.

"Are you two okay? What happened?"

Blaine curled further into Kurt, not even looking at Burt, which only worried Burt further. Blaine was nothing if not polite, he never ignored him.

Kurt leaned down and whispered something into Blaine's ear, that neither Burt or Carole could hear, but they saw Blaine nod into Kurt's chest before Kurt started to speak.

"Blaine and his dad were in an accident yesterday afternoon. Blaine's dad is in a coma."

Carole gasped in shock, raising her hand to her mouth, "Oh you poor boy. Are you sure you should be out of the hospital so soon? Oh your poor mother . . ."

Blaine flinched at the mention of his mother causing Kurt to start whispering softly to him again.

Once Blaine calmed down again, Kurt continued, "His mom blames him for the accident. He and his dad were fighting when he lost control of the car. His mom kicked him out."

Carole gasped again while Burt just looked furious. His face started to turn red but when he looked over and saw Kurt staring at him with a panicked look on his face he started doing the deep breathing exercises his doctor told him to do, trying to calm himself down, knowing that Kurt was worried about his heart. He also didn't want to scare Blaine anymore by letting loose now.

Burt looked down at the young boy who was clinging to his son. A boy he had come to think of as his own and it broke his heart that his own family could hurt him like this. And it broke his heart again that he couldn't offer this boy a home, no matter how much he loved him. Finn was already sharing his room with Sam and he couldn't have Blaine, as Kurt's boyfriend, sharing a room with Kurt, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be there for the boy or help him any way he could.

"Blaine, Son, I am so sorry that you had to go through that," Burt started and leaned down on his knees in front of Blaine, "and I hope you know that you can always come to Carole and I, we will always be here for you, no matter what. You will always be a part of our family and . . ."

Burt never got to finish as Blaine untangled himself from Kurt's grasp, tears silently streaming down his face, lunged himself at Burt. Burt caught the small boy and held him tightly, letting him cry on his shoulder.

Burt continued to hold the boy until he calmed down again and leaned him back so he was once again in Kurt's arms.

"Dad, I . . ." Kurt started once everyone was settled again, but Burt cut him off.

"Kid, I know where this conversation is going and as much as I love Blaine, he can't stay with us, at least not long turn."

"But Dad . . ."

"He can stay here tonight, but he's your boyfriend Kurt and I won't have him living in your room."

"So you're what? Going to send him home?" Kurt shouted, getting angry, but seeing Blaine flinch against him, immediately calmed himself down again.

"I am not saying that Kurt," Burt said, his tone calm. "Just because he cannot stay here does not mean we won't find him some place safe to stay before we let him leave. Blaine is not leaving this house until he has a place to stay that we are all comfortable with, okay?"

Kurt nodded and looked down at Blaine who looked like he was trying valiantly to stay awake, but failing miserably.

"And what if we don't find any place tonight?" Kurt asked.

"Then of course he will stay here, right Honey?" Carole answered.

Burt nodded, "Of course." Kurt smiled. "On the couch Kurt," Burt finished and Kurt nodded to show he understood.

Kurt, Carole, and Burt spent the next couple of hours calling Blaine's friends, which mainly consisted of their fellow New Directions, trying to find someone who would be willing to take him in for a while.

Finn at one point came down for a snack before going upstairs again and calling Rachel.

Kurt hung up with Mercedes and looked over to his dad and Carole who were putting their phones down, looking as discouraged as he felt. They had called every member of the Glee club and had been turned down by every single one.

Not that there wasn't anybody who'd want to take him in. Brittany's parents were already housing Rory and didn't feel that they could take on anybody else right now. Mike wanted to have him come stay, but couldn't get his parents to agree and more surprisingly even Santana said she would take him in if she could, but her parents said no as well.

They were at the end of their rope and out of options when Finn made his way back downstairs and over to Burt, holding the phone out in his direction.

"Hey, I have Rachel's dads on the phone. I told them about what's been going on with Blaine and they would like to talk to you."

Burt took the phone and held it to his ear, everyone around him waiting anxiously.

"Hello? Yes I know, it's just awful. No, I see. Oh that would be great. Yeah, yeah. No, that would be fine . . .," he paused looking over at Blaine who was fast asleep on the couch. "You know what? Why don't you drop by tomorrow instead? Yeah, that would be great. Okay, see you then. Bye."

Burt hung up the phone and turned to Kurt, "Rachel's dads have agreed to let Blaine live them for however long he needs. They'll be by tomorrow morning."

Kurt let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding and went over to the couch and grabbed the blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch and covered his boyfriend with it before situating himself on the couch so that Blaine's head was once again resting on his lap. Kurt turned on the TV, his hand resting on Blaine's head, playing with his curls.

Burt just watched them, pulling Carole closer and giving her a kiss on the cheek and smiled, seeing from the corner of his eye Finn pull a disgusted look at their public display of affection before retreating back upstairs.

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