Hey everyone! Even though none of you guys have reviewed, I'm assuming this has drummed up some interest. So, here's some little things you need to know. This story will be from Kurt's P.O.V. almost exclusively, save for this chapter. I'm currently writing the plot arc for his, but it's still in the works. I'll try to update as often as I can, but working without a Beta or a ton of free time is hard. Also, the rating will go up to T possibly due to some of the fight scenes later on in the Fic. Thank you! – Mini.
Also, I don't own Glee.
Paloma Anderson cast a worried glance at her husband over the dinner table, letting her expressive hazel eyes flit toward Blaine, not touching his food; and back. It had been like this for a while. No one laughed at dinner, and Blaine would simply drop a kiss on his mother's cheek and excuse himself before dessert without ever saying more than a dozen words. Her eyes seemed to take hours to seep across the medium oak table and back. The boy hadn't done anything drastic, but they knew he needed something more than weekly counseling sessions and their support to help him through the traumatic event that was his first school dance. Paloma had lost too much sleep over it for their son's unusual behavior not to be an emotional problem; it was slowly ripping her apart. August gave her a strained smile before turning to face their son, steeling himself for the stilted conversation that was sure to follow. "Hey, goober?" He called softly, trying not to startle his youngest son. Blaine flinched nonetheless. "Yeah, dad?"
"You know, Coop has his own place up in Gotham, and I know-"
"Dad," Blaine mumbled into his asparagus, "I'm fine. Really."
Paloma gave a quiet sniffle and blinked imploringly at her son, willing him to understand just how far she was willing to go for any sign. "Doctor Cohen suggested –ah tiempo? Away from… things might help." He had made what seemed like hundreds of suggestions, and it was hard not to loose a bit of faith as each of them seemed to fail. She was willing to do whatever it truly took to see the smiling laughing boy she sent off that fateful night with a giggling date. It didn't matter that they were both in tuxes, or that she had to fight a little harder to buy them tickets. She and August gave up the possibility of having children after Cooper; her doctor told her it was a miracle they even had their eldest son. Blaine was a happy surprise and a ball of energy from the get-go. Seeing him so closed off broke August's heart and left Paloma without any hope of ever having her Blaine back.
Blaine nodded slowly, "You're sending me to a treatment center?"
"No! No, no, mi amor. Pensado –" Paloma took a deep breath. She gave Blaine a sweet smile. "You might want to visit Cooper in Neu- New York?"
Too short? I just couldn't think of anything else.