An Okay Guy

Chapter 3


Finn's Christmas plans commenced six o'clock on Christmas Eve. The four days leading up to it had been one giant mess, one Finn was glad he was out of.

Contacting Blaine's parents had been the worst, Finn had seen Burt mad, but he had never seen Burt as furious as he was on the phone with Mr. Anderson, and it wasn't until Kurt started sobbing, fearing another hear attack, that Burt calmed down.

He calmly informed the man that he would be taking his son for the rest of the Christmas Holidays and politely told him to go to hell.

Then there was keeping Kurt calm, because the second after he found out Finn's plans he was a constant ball of energy. Because, apparently the Hummel-Hudson house just wasn't good enough for Blaine. Kurt had been nothing but a blur the past four days as he decorated and cooked for the Holiday.

Finally, on Christmas Eve, Burt and Finn set off towards Columbus. Kurt had been given the honor of telling Blaine; through a four hour conversation that only ended after Blaine fell asleep on the other line, but had opted out of collecting Blaine, instead deciding to redo the Christmas lights that just 'weren't bright enough'.

Regardless, Blaine was expecting them, dressed in pair of jeans and a Dalton sweatshirt, still pale but smiling. He had shook Burt's hand with as much strength as he could muster and smirked at Finn, eyes twinkling with thanks.

And Finn's heart swelled, because he had finally done something right for Kurt, and apparently Blaine.

Blaine fell asleep on the ride to Lima, bundled in a blanket and head resting on the window. Burt looked in the rearview mirror a few time to make sure the kids was breathing, and each time he shook his head sadly at the sight. Even out of the hospital setting Blaine looked sick.

In the nine days it'd been since Finn had saved him the kid had lost ten pounds, pounds he really didn't have to lose to begin with. Though some color had come back to his face, it was still pale and dark circles still highlighted his eyes.

He looked dead and it scared the shit out of Finn.

When Burt pulled into the driving Kurt was waiting by the door, arms wrapped tightly around him to keep himself warm. Finn reached behind him and tapped Blaine's knee, the boy jumping and yelping in pain after he hit his head on the roof of the car

Finn smiled sheepishly, "Sorry man, we're here."

Blaine groaned, sitting up slowly and turning when his car door opened revealing a grinning Kurt. Blaine relaxed at the familiar face as he slowly climbed out of the car, blanket still wrapped around his shoulders.

"Kurt, why don't you go get Blaine situated in bed," Burt instructed and Finn snorted until a sharp look from his stepfather shut him up. All right, no sexual jokes, Finn got that now.

Kurt nodded, taking Blaine's elbow and helping him into the house and down the hallway to the guestroom, Finn followed, nowhere else to go and stood outside the room, just watching.

"I'm not tired," Blaine whined and Finn watched Kurt hush him, situating his 'non-boyfriend' on the bed. Kurt fumbled around for blankets and pillows, covering Blaine until he was wrapped in a tight cocoon. Kurt grinned, taking a step back to observe his handiwork and Blaine even smiled a bit, reaching out and grabbing Kurt's hand, pulling him down on to the bed with him.

Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder, his hand still interlocked with his. "You should go to sleep," Kurt whispered, resting his hand on Blaine's forehead, noting the heat and Finn smirked as Blaine groaned but nodded in compliment.

Oh the Dalton boy was whipped.

Kurt stood up and bent down, placing a kiss on his forehead before saying goodnight and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. He looked at Finn and rolled his eyes, placing both hands on his hips.

"Spying?" He asked and Finn's eyes shifted away awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Not spying," Finn said slowly, "Just checking to see how he was doing?"

Kurt rolled his eyes but grinned, turning around and motioning for Finn to follow him upstairs, away from Blaine's door. Carole was in the living room, reading by a fire and she grinned at her boys as they came up.

"How is he?" She asked and Kurt sighed, plopping down next to her on the couch.

"Difficult," He said with a laugh and Carole sighed sympathetically, patting Kurt's knee.

"He's had a lot happen, the poor thing. Did you give him some painkillers?"

Kurt shook his head, reaching into his pocket and shaking the bottle Burt gave him, "Not until the morning, he had some before he left apparently," he turned to Finn for confirmation and Finn nodded. "I'm going to put them up in my bathroom, I don't want to lose them."

Carole nodded, smiling warmly as she turned back to her book. The two boys bid Carole goodnight before they went upstairs, each going into their separate rooms.

Finn flopped down onto his bed, game controller in hand, and started a game of Assassins Creed.

Five hours later, at two in the morning, he was still up, when he heard something fall in the bathroom. Eyes wide, Finn paused his game, creeping into the hallway and peering into Kurt's room, only to find his stepbrother sleeping.

Finns heart started racing as he went back into his room and grabbed a baseball bat, approaching the bathroom door slowly. He took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door and swung.

Only to hear a scream and a thud.

Finn looked down and saw Blaine on the ground ducking, the bat having narrowly missed him. Finn stared at Blaine puzzled, confused on why exactly he was in the upstairs bathroom, until his eyes landed on an opened pill bottle.

"Shit," Finn whispered, closing the bathroom door so only he and Blaine were in the small space. He reached down and pulled Blaine up by the shoulder, ignoring his protests and sat him on the edge of the bathtub, looking at him franticly. "How many did you take?" He yelled in Blaine's face and Blaine tried to pull away, Finn gripping his shoulders to keep him near.

"None," Blaine insisted, as he still struggled but Finn continued to grip him, his heart still racing.

"Don't fuck with me Blaine, how many?"

"None!" Blaine insisted again, and with a loud groan he opened his fist revealing twelve painkillers, half the contents of his prescription.

Finn let go of Blaine in relief, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor, leaning against the counter, his heart still racing. He stared at Blaine who stared back, face void of emotion.

"Give me those," Finn snapped, coming out of his trance and snatching the pills out of Blaine's hand. Blaine stared down at his now empty hand and sighed a long, exhausted, distraught sigh.

Finn bottled the pills and stuck the bottle in his sweatpants pocket, well out of Blaine's reach. Still staring at Blaine Finn stood up a and emptied out the rest of the medicine cabinet too, leaving only toothbrushes, toothpaste and soap in the bathroom.

"Sure you don't want to take the plunger?" Blaine asked sarcastically, glancing at Finn's overstuffed pockets, but Finn didn't reply, he just stared. "Alright, sorry, too soon."

"You have got to tell Kurt," Finn insisted but Blaine's calm façade fell after that, eyes growing wide.

"No, no, no," Blaine insisted hurriedly, "No, I can't. You can't."

"You're not leaving me any good choices here Blaine," Finn said, hoisting himself up onto the counter and staring down at Blaine who shifted his eyes down to the floor. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to let you leave for Dalton without letting somebody know."

"Well, technically I am crazy," Blaine said with a grin, the smile dropping as Finn's eyes remained harsh. "Look, if I tell someone else, will you drop this whole thing with Kurt?"

Finn stared at Blaine, mulling over the idea.

He didn't like keeping secrets from Kurt, after all the shit he'd put the kid through he owed the kid at least honesty. But Blaine was offering the out he needed to keep Kurt away from it all, away from any more pain. And Finn wasn't going to let Kurt deal with any more pain.

"Fine, but only if you do it right now." Finn agreed.

Blaine stared at him oddly, looking at his phone's clock, "Finn, it's two in the morning. It'd be awfully rude of me to-"

"Now," Finn repeated, tone clipped and with a long sigh Blaine fumbled to unlock his phone, hands shaking. He went to contacts and hit call, his heart pounding.

Finn watched from above as the kid shook, feeling like the biggest asshole in the world, but someone needed to take charge here, and even if Finn was well-Finn-surely he could do this.

He could do for Blaine what he couldn't do for Kurt, what he'd watch Sam, Mike and Artie do.

He could finally prove himself.

"Put it on speaker," Finn whispered, to be sure the boy wasn't trying to pull one over on him.

Blaine did, still shaking as he kept his eyes focused on the ground, never once looking at Finn. Finally, on the sixth ring, a voice picked up and both Blaine and Finn tensed.

Shit.

"Blaine, what the hell dude, do you know what time it is? What's up?" David said groggily and Blaine gasped for breath, trying to keep his panic attack at bay as he felt his body turn into jello.

Shit.

"David," he whispered and he heard David rustle around on the other line, as he sat up.

"Blaine, are you alright?"

Blaine stared up at Finn, eyes wide and Finn just stared back, now feeling more like a dick than an asshole. Who the hell was he to make this kid spill his secrets?

"No, not really," Blaine finally mumbled, drawing his knees up and resting his head on them as he continued to speak into the phone. "I've kind of had a few slip-ups, lately."

David drew in a long breath, before he spoke, his voice louder and harsher than before, "What kind of slip-ups Blaine?"

Blaine clenched his eyes shut, shaking harder and Finn slowly climbed down from the bathroom counter, sitting next to Blaine on the edge of the bathtub.

"Blaine? What kind of slip-ups?" David repeated the question and Blaine continued to rest his head on his knees as he tried to stop the shaking.

"I ran away from home," Blaine blurted out suddenly, and David cursed quietly under his breath.

"Do you need-"

"And then I ended up at Dalton," Blaine continued, interrupting David.

"Blaine, Dalton is closed for break," David said slowly, as if stalking to a small child and Blaine laughed, a dark bitter laugh as he continued to shake.

"I know, well now I know. It's not a big deal man, I'm only telling you out of obligation," Blaine muttered glaring at Finn who just stared down at the floor. "I ended up in the hospital-"

"Fucking hell, you're in the hospital?" David yelled and Blaine hushed him.

"I was, I'm out now, at the Hummel's house. Kurt's house. Look the thing is David, I may have tried to-tried to-" Blaine stumbled on the last part of the sentence but David caught on.

"Oh God," David whispered into the phone, "How? Blaine, how did you do it this time?"

Finn's ears picked up on 'this time', how many other times had their been?

"I saved up some painkillers in the hospital, my parents just left me David," Blaine whispered, his voice eerily strong and calm. Finn stared on awkwardly, completely unsure of what to do, "I saved up eight of them, and that night-"

"God damn't Blaine," David yelled on the other line, causing Blaine to jump, "You are supposed to call me. Remember the deal we set up freshman year, you call me before hand."

"I forgot," Blaine said simply, rolling his eyes. "They caught me though, fucking night nurse."

David sighed on the other line before he continued, "Blaine, the important thing is that they did catch you. I know you don't see it, but it's a good thing Blaine. Alright buddy? Listen to me; it's a good thing. It's a good thing you're alive. Repeat that Blaine. It's a good thing you're-"

"And then I tried again about ten minutes ago," Blaine whispered, not repeating the line and leaving David silent on the other line.

"Blaine, who's with you? Please tell me someone is with you," David said slowly, voice void of emotion and Blaine answered quietly.

"Finn, Kurt's stepbrother."

"Hand him the phone Blaine," David ordered, carefully annunciating each word and Blaine shrugged, motioning that Finn could speak whenever, both leaving the phone on speaker.

"Hello?" Finn asked, unsure of whom he was talking to.

"Take the speaker off," David said, before he would continue the conversation and Finn glanced at Blaine sheepishly before he grabbed the phone, un-clicking speaker and holding it up to his ear.

"It's off," Finn said, staring at Blaine who was staring at him intently.

"If he does it again Finn," David said slowly, "You have to tell someone, someone who is an adult. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah," Finn said slowly, still staring at Blaine who was staring at him curiously.

"I'd tell you to tell someone now, but I'm giving the kid a break. Why was he in the hospital, do you know?'

"I think the official diagnosis was hypothermia and exhaustion?" Finn asked questioningly and Blaine nodded in confirmation, still trying to listen in on the conversation about him, which was going on right in front of him.

"That idiot," Wes grumbled on the other line and Finn heard a drawn out sigh. "I'm guessing Kurt doesn't know about the suicide attempts?"

That was the first time Finn had hear the word 'suicide' involved with the whole situation and his stomach immediately tensed. That word made it sound so much worst. Made Blaine seem so much more screwed up.

"No," Finn whispered and he was sure he could hear David nodding on the other line.

"Of course not. Watch him, alright man?" David asked and Finn nodded, before he realized David couldn't see the nod.

"Uh, yeah," Finn whispered and David whispered his thanks.

"Alright," David groaned, "Turn the speaker back on."

Finn complied and hit the button, holding it out in-between Blaine and himself.

"Blaine?" David questioned, his voice softer and caring now that he was talking to Blaine, "Go to bed buddy, call me tomorrow night. Okay? Can you do that?"

"Yeah," Blaine whispered, still uncontrollably shaking.

"Alright, I love you bro. You're in good hands," David whispered before he said good night and hung up, leaving Blaine and Finn in tense silence.

Finn watched Blaine as he continued to shake, until finally he had too much and wrapped his arm around Blaine's shoulder, helping the boy up.

"Kurt will kill me and you if you don't sleep tonight," Finn mumbled as he led Blaine out of the bathroom, turning off the lights and leaving the crime scene. He stopped at Blaine's door, not wanting to go in and face the kid he'd just put through hell.

Blaine didn't say anything as he crawled back into his bed, and Finn could only watch as he continued to shake under the covers.

God, he should tell Kurt.

"You can't tell Kurt now," Blaine whispered right before Finn shut the door, as if reading his mind and Finn bit his lip, closing the door without a reply.

As he tiptoed through the living room he noticed that Santa had come, sometime during the bathroom fiasco. Mounds of presents sat under the tree and Finn felt a lump rise in his throat.

Merry Fucking Christmas.


AN: "That's because the Harry you knew what a twelve year old superstar! And I'm just an eleven year old child." Happy Eve of Christmas Eve. Love reviews.