Take a Bite of My Heart, Tonight
Chapter 2

I feel like I'm just trying to get the words out on the document instead of them just flowing out freely. Is it writer's block? I really shouldn't be having it right now since I'm JUST STARTING THE FREAKIN' STORY. I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN TO THE GOOD PARTS...SEX. xD Okay, enough crazy. I would REALLY appreciate if you guys would comment telling me what you do when you're having a hard time just making the words 'flow'.

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Glee' or anything else that is...well, owned by someone else. Durr. :B

The table was silent with only the raging eyes of Burt to scan from his wife to his step-son's and then down at his plate of hot food. Without warning, Burt whipped his head back over to Finn. "You texted him?"

"Like, twenty minutes ago" Finn replied, obviously thinking he was going to get strung up by the toes in the middle of the dinning room for what his answer was. Burt wouldn't do anything to Finn like he would to any other kid; Finn was his step-son now and he was important just like his own blood son.

Carol looked at her son, "can you not text him again?"

They would soon find out there was no need for the text as the sound of the door being unlocked seemed to unlock their tension as well. Burt was the first to rise from the table, throwing his napkin down on the table and rushing over to the door. He stood there, not even going to help the door open for whoever was on the other side and just staring the oak down. Finn and Carol kept quiet in the other room either to avoid stirring the male's temper even more or to hear the drama that would soon come when it was Kurt who walked through that door.

Thankfully to a worried father, nervous step-son, and thankful second wife, it was indeed Kurt who walked through the door looking a little more...calmer than he should have been looking, which got Burt started up again.

"You didn't call" he shoved his hands in his pockets. Kurt twisted himself around with his usual bright blues staring up at his father, gripping his binder like he was for the past journey back home from what seemed like the worst thing he would ever have to go through in his life. "Y'know I got you that cell phone for a reason".

"I'm sorry dad. I just didn't think it was worth using my minutes calling you to tell you that I would be here late when Finn already texted me and asked me the same thing" Kurt replied. He felt like it was honestly the best answer he could give as opposed to a sarcastic retort that would probably get his ass grounded. Getting grounded on top of breaking up with the best man to walk the face of the planet? He'd be shooting for gold; a true Olympic champion of the winter piss-off games.

Burt inhaled to probably start a long rant as Carol walked in and he shut his trap. A caring mother was always the first to talk when it came to any situation. "Kurt! Honey, you look frozen! Come, let's get you inside and I'll make you some hot chocolate" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him. Just what he needed: a mother to wrap her arms around him and tell him something was going to be okay when the world was crashing down before his eyes, invisible to the rest of his family.

Kurt was laughing inwardly about how he drank so much coffee and yet she still refused to see his grown up notion over something as important as hot milk and chocolate powder mixed together with a couple of marshmallows and whipped cream. He could never refuse her kindness though; she wasn't the evil step-mother in 'Cinderella' or anything.

"Maybe later, okay?" Kurt looked down at Carol with a fake smile before catching the stare of his father and brother. "Homework. Tons of it, and it's not going to do itself" he lied. He was sure his teeth would break at any moment from this over dramatic, fake smile where his jaw was clenched so tightly he could almost feel his pearls crying.

"Sure, Kurt" Carol offered her hand to him once more over his cheek to take feel of his cheek before sending him to his room in good conscience that he wasn't frostbitten or worse. They all knew Burt wanted to raise question about Kurt's dinner but he knew his son wasn't up for it just by looking at him— especially his eyes. They cast winter into this warm house, and Burt knew something was going on in his son's brain that needed to be talked about. It just wouldn't be the role of 'father' that he starred in without trying to talk to his kid about what was bothering him and maybe if he was lucky, they could have a father-son moment that seemed to be lacking.

Gradually Kurt was able to pry himself away from the sight of a questionable father and brother, picking himself up the stairs with what little movement he could get himself to do. The cold was a large factor in the fact that he was moving so slowly. Really what Kurt wanted to do was just throw himself on his bed and cry his eyes out into his pillow, but he couldn't find the tears to actually conduct such a dramatic series of over-the-top-gay antics.

I imagine if I'd stayed out in the cold for a little while longer I would have been able to at least caught something to give me an excuse to stay home, Kurt thought wickedly to himself. Never would he wish sickness upon himself or any other person but if it could get him out of living a life where he would have to smile so no one would come after him with questions as to why he was not his usual, perky self than so be it.

Damn me for not being careful what I wish for.

Carol examined her step-son thoroughly, placing a thermometer in his mouth and even going as far as tucking the covers under his body like he was still a baby. Though Kurt would never admit it out loud- especially to his father- he enjoyed his step-mother's attention as it was like he could feel his mother's care again. And this time, he could be in fashionable clothing that would make a mother proud to see a son in. At least, if you knew your son to be a homosexual.

Behind the caring mother, Burt wasn't far behind looking for answers as to whether or not he would need to take immediate action to bring his son to the hospital if needed. Thank God the house was more grounded with Carol; dad could focus on beating the crap out of people who hurt his son and mom could focus on making the son feel better.

With help from hot cocoa, of course.

"He must've stayed out too long in that cold" the nurse had come to a conclusion. Look at her, talking like he wasn't in the room and he wasn't old enough to know it for himself.

Burt looked frustrated, and Kurt knew very well that is Carol wasn't in the room that he would be getting a stern word about his childish behaviour. Unlike Carol, Burt knew that Kurt had the basic knowledge that if you stay out too long in the cold without proper clothing you're going to catch a cold. "So what now?"

"I should stay home" Kurt injected, the thermometer still pursed in his lips. He looked up at his parents while they double took from each other to him. Kurt merely shrugged like he did so well, "Carol would have said the same thing" he said in a matter-of-fact tone. And the fact of the matter was, Carol would have said the same thing so all she could really do was nod her head and look up at her husband.

A fuss could be heard down the hall while Finn suddenly poked his head through the door like a puppy looking for someone to love him. "Am I giving Kurt a ride to school, or what?" The puppy was obviously getting agrivated of being locked up in the house all this time and wanted to get moving.

"No honey, looks like you're going to school on your own" Carol spoke for Kurt, leaving the brunette to place his head into his palm of very nicely combed hair though he was still sick.

Finn looked from the adults in the room down to Kurt laying in his bed. "What about glee club? We need you for the numbers we're going to run today" Finn thoroughly reminded his brother about what he was losing for today. Perfect, another thing he needed to miss because something else was making it impossible to be happy in his life. Or maybe that was just the teenage hormones at work to Kurt's already sickly way of thinking.

Kurt didn't need to say anything before he looked slowly over his shoulder at Finn with a I-really-don't-need-your-keener-attitude-today glare, sending Finn out of the room and on his way over to his truck where he promptly readied himself to drive off. Burt slowly removed himself as well as he was the one who was going to get the tire shop up and running for another day. Leaving only Carole and Kurt, there would be some moments of silence but ultimately they knew it was going to be broken in a matter of seconds.

"Kurt, are you really okay with missing glee club?" She knew it was something very important to him. Not to mention, he was always singing into the hairbrush even out in the hallway when others in the house were getting ready for the mornings.

"No, but I doubt anything fun will really happen there anyways" the porcelain countered, resting his head down on the pillow once again.

A new body made itself present in the McKinley high school glee room. They all knew him; some from being close with Kurt, and others because they had seen him in the numbers of Dalton academy being blown away by his amazing male lead vocals.

"Hey guys" Blaine Anderson greeted with a smile. Some were a little hesitant to greet him as he was wearing the same outfit as the night they all were drunk during awareness week...not a good combination of high school teens with a delinquant who knew how to get booze and a messed up performance of the 'Tik ToK' cover.

"Blaine?" Finn was the first to raise his voice out of the New Directions kids, all of them basically staring at the Warbler in shock that he was in public school domain. "I thought you went to Dalton..."

"Uh, I do. Well, I...I used to, that is" Blaine's adorable stutter was there for Kurt not to enjoy.

"What do you mean you 'used to'?" Rachel questioned him, obviously suspicious of his being here so suddenly. Knowing Berry, she was thinking it was a spy to get a leg-up on their competition while they were still weak.

Mr. Shue stepped into the mix of looks and questions with his own information, letting Blaine stand there idly and watching over the changing looks he was getting. "It's official guys. Blaine Anderson is no longer a Warbler...but a part of the New Directions". Will looked excited. And who wouldn't be? Having the one and only Blaine Anderson on their team all of a sudden when they were just getting started on their new songs was almost like a blessing in disguise.

"Well, not until I try out at least".