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Kurt hated hospitals. They were quiet and cold and oh, so scary. Even as an FBI agent, he was absolutely terrified when he had to step through those huge doors and walk down the white corridors.
Which happened way too often lately.
He was well aware of why he hated these places so much. They reminded him on that horrible day of his mother's death. He remembered how scared he had been as his father had led him into the building, squeezing Kurt's hand so hard that it had hurt. Kurt had been only 8 years old back then but he remembered every single detail of that day. He remembered that his father had tried to stay strong for him but he had been shaking so badly and he hadn't said a single word while they had been waiting for the doctor to tell them about his mother's condition.
He remembered the heavy sigh of the doctor as he had approached them, his expression telling them enough without words. And he remembered how his father had reacted. Burt Hummel was a strong man, the strongest person Kurt had ever met, but when he had learnt about his wife's death, he had fallen apart. Kurt hadn't even processed the news when his father had broken down right beside him, crying and screaming. It had been truly terrifying.
Since that day, every time Kurt visited a hospital, those horrible memories came back haunting him and it was just worse when he was completely alone like right now. Although he had had a few hours of sleep, thanks to the sedatives and painkillers he had gotten the previous night, he didn't have a single moment of peace. He had had horrible nightmares and since waking up to the nurse checking on him, he had stayed awake, unable to close his eyes for more than a blink. He checked the time on his phone in every few minutes, waiting for the morning to come. He couldn't wait for Finn to come for him and then get the hell out of this place as soon as he could.
He sighed heavily when he checked the time again and it was just after 5. He had at least three more hours left in this place and he wasn't sure if he could do it alone. He wished the others could have stayed with him for the night. It was stupid and childish, he knew that, he didn't need a babysitter but still... Having any member of the team close would have been so relieving. It would have distracted him, maybe he could have gotten the rest his body needed so badly after getting hurt. His head was throbbing and he knew for sure that once he got out of the hospital, he would possibly pass out, preferably on the plane back home.
He leaned back against the pillow in the uncomfortable hospital bed, closing his eyes for a second. As he did so, he found himself on the corridor again, hugging his sobbing father. He gasped and opened his eyes, forcing himself to take a few deep breaths. He quickly reminded himself that he wasn't here because of his mother. No, he had gotten hurt during their last case, it had nothing to do with his mother. He just had to wait a few more hours and he would get out of here quickly. He could forget the whole thing soon and he could sleep in his own bed the next night.
~ o ~
Blaine couldn't sleep the whole night. After leaving Kurt in the hospital, he and Finn had gotten back to the hotel to have some sleep. Although it had been an exhausting day, Blaine couldn't close his eyes for a second. He knew that it hadn't been his fault that Kurt had gotten hurt but still... he felt so guilty. Kurt had gotten in there because Blaine had been rude to him. It could have been him who had taken the blow. As lucky as he was, Tommy would have killed him in there and Kurt wouldn't have gotten involved at all. Not that he wanted to die, not at all, but it seemed like serial killers liked fantasizing about Blaine's death a lot. It had started with his uncle but even after that, he had gotten into trouble several times and he had a bad feeling that it would happen way more often as member of the BAU team. There must have been something in his behaviour that made people think that he would be a good victim material.
After overanalyzing the previous day, Blaine got out of the bed and got ready. He planned to visit Kurt in the morning and if he could, he would stay with him. Bring him coffee, too. Kurt would surely appreciate it.
He left his room and after hesitating at the elevator for a second, he decided to take a walk in the town before visiting Kurt. It was too early to go to the hospital, Kurt was surely asleep and there was no way that he could get into his room. It wouldn't be right, either. Kurt would surely freak out from his presence.
A few minutes before 8, he walked into the coffee shop he had liked so much when he had been in high school, ordered Kurt and himself their usual coffees and then walked into the hospital. Nobody stopped him as he walked down the corridor, right to Kurt's room. The door was open again and from what he heard of Kurt's voice, the man was already awake and ready to go home.
"Where are my clothes?" Kurt asked someone, probably the doctor. "It's past 8 and we made a deal. Since you haven't found anything, I want to go home. Now."
Blaine smiled as he walked to the door and peeked inside. Kurt was sitting on the bed, still in his hospital clothes. He was pale and probably couldn't stand on his feet, considering that he gripped the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turned white, possibly to hold his weight. Although his voice was strong, he didn't seem alright at all. Blaine could tell that he had barely slept, probably because of his injuries. Kurt's face looked awful, he had a huge bruise under his eye and an angry red cut over his eyebrow. It had seemed a lot better the previous day.
"Mr Hummel, we're waiting for the results" the doctor explained. "Besides, your brother hasn't arrived yet and unless you want to walk out in those, you have to wait for your clothes."
Blaine decided to help the doctor with his difficult patient and knocked on the door. Kurt's eyes left the doctor and when they landed on Blaine, a huge smile appeared on his face, although it soon turned into a grimance as Kurt hissed in pain.
"Hey, Blaine" he said quietly, pressing a hand to his cheek.
"Hey" Blaine said. "I brought you coffee."
He turned to the doctor, not knowing if it was alright.
"Are you still feeling nauseous?" the doctor asked Kurt.
"Not really" Kurt said not too convincingly.
"Just careful with that" the doctor said as he turned to Blaine. "He might get sick."
"Okay" Blaine nodded.
Once the doctor left, Kurt turned to Blaine.
"You mentioned coffee?" Kurt asked.
"Uhm... Are you sure you want to drink it? He just said that..."
"I will be fine" Kurt said. "Please, I need a coffee. I couldn't sleep at night and I have a terrible headache."
"I should have gotten you orange juice or something" Blaine muttered to himself, berating himself for bringing coffee for a person with head injury. He had been there before and knew very well what Kurt's body needed.
"I will be fine" Kurt said again and grabbed the paper cup from Blaine, taking a long sip. "Hm, I so needed this."
"I think I should get you some water, too" Blaine said, still thinking about possible ways he worsened Kurt's condition with that damn coffee.
"Blaine, stop worrying" Kurt sighed, shaking his head. "God, you're worse than Finn. Or my dad, which is almost impossible."
"You have no idea" Blaine smiled. "I could barely sleep in the hotel. I woke up early this morning and spent hours walking around in the town."
"Why?" Kurt asked. "It wasn't because of me, right?"
"Well..." Blaine started.
"It wasn't your fault, Blaine" Kurt said.
"It kind of was" Blaine shrugged. "He took you because I said those horrible things."
"He took me because he's sick and thought that I needed his help" Kurt corrected him. "Don't blame yourself. It could have been Puck or Finn, it would have ended the same way."
"But..."
Blaine was interrupted with a huge crowd. Okay, it wasn't really a crowd, only about seven people but it still seemed too much around a small room like that. He looked at them in confusion, not recognizing a single face. What were these guys doing here?
Just when he turned to Kurt to ask him what were these bodyguard-looking men doing at his room when Finn pushed himself through the men with an older man following him closely.
"Back off, guys. I want to see my son" the man said, sending an annoyed glare towards the others a way that reminded Blaine on Kurt.
"God, dad. Can't you leave them home at least once when you come to see me?" Kurt asked, shaking his head but unable to hide his smile. "They're draining too much attention."
Blaine couldn't decide if Kurt meant him, standing there with a stunned expression or the people on the corridor looking in their direction.
"You know I can't" the man sighed as he went to hug Kurt.
Blaine watched as Kurt disappeared in the man's arms for a few seconds, feeling so jealous. He wanted to hug Kurt like this. Oh, wait a second, did he say that...
"Your father?" Blaine asked in surprise. His eyes widened even more when the man turned around and he recognized him. It couldn't be... "Your father is senator Burt Hummel?"
"Yes, Blaine" Kurt said in exasperation.
"Oh my God!" Blaine gasped, looking at Burt as if he was God himself. "I-I'm so sorry, Sir. I just... I can't believe I finally meet you in person."
Burt frowned in confusion and turned back to Kurt, silently asking for explanation. Kurt groaned and rolled his eyes, seemingly knowing what his father was thinking.
"No, dad. He's not my boyfriend" he said.
"Blaine's our newest team member" Finn explained.
"Oh" Burt said, seemingly relieved. He smiled at Blaine and stepped closer to him, holding out his right hand. "It's nice to meet you, Blaine. You're lucky that you ended up in this team. The guys are amazing."
"I know" Blaine nodded. "And I'm so glad to meet you, Sir. I'm your biggest fan."
Burt laughed, shaking his head.
"I like the kid" he told Finn.
"Yeah. He's young and enthusiastic. Just what we need" Finn said. "Speaking of it, Blaine, we should go. We have a new case."
"New case?" Kurt asked. "You have my clothes, right? Give me a minute and I will be ready to go."
"No, you are not coming" Finn said as he turned to Kurt. "You won't come back in the next few days, not until you aren't completely healed."
"I'm fine" Kurt protested. "You have to let me go back. You-you let Blaine work after his injury."
"I had to take out a few days" Blaine pointed out.
"But I don't need it" Kurt said and stood up to proove his point, only to end up in his father's arms again, too dizzy to stand on his own feet. "Just a minute."
"Kurt, you can't go with them" Burt said as he helped Kurt sit down. "But don't worry, son. The guys will stay here for a few days, too. They will work on that case and... Well, I thought you could spend some time with your old man until you heal completely."
"I want to work" Kurt said quietly. "Don't get me wrong, dad, I love you but..."
"You should stay with Burt" Finn said seriously. "I won't let you work until you get better and honestly, I would feel a lot better if I knew that you were with someone who cares about you."
Kurt sighed heavily. He knew that he couldn't convince them both, not when his father and Finn were both against him.
"Fine" he muttered. "But you call me if you need my help."
"Sure" Finn sighed, his expression telling Kurt that he wouldn't even call him if all of them ended up in the clutches of a murderer. "Get better soon, baby bro."
"Once you finish that case, you're welcome to spend some time with us, too" Burt said. "All of you."
Although Kurt didn't notice anything, Blaine was watching Burt when he looked at Finn and nodded slightly. Blaine turned to look at Finn and just caught his knowing look. That was strange. As if... Okay, maybe Blaine wasn't the best profiler but he was almost 100 % sure that the two men hid something from them, especially Kurt. Adding that Burt wanted to keep Kurt away from the others so badly just prooved Blaine's point. Yeah, there was definitely something going on.
"Come on, Blaine" Finn said.
Blaine took a deep breath and deciding to keep quiet, at least for a while, he stepped to Kurt and squeezed his hand.
"Get better soon" he said.
"Will you call me?" Kurt asked as Blaine turned to leave.
Blaine turned back around immediately, sending Kurt his brightest smile.
"Of course" he said and after watching Kurt for another long moment, he turned to Burt. "It was nice meeting you, Sir."
"Call me Burt, kid. Just like the others" Burt said.
"Okay" Blaine said quietly.
Finn checked the time on his phone and sighed impatiently.
"Blaine, let's go" he said.
"Of course" Blaine nodded and with one last look at Kurt, he left the room. "What is our new case about?"
"You will find out soon" Finn replied shortly.
~ o ~
Blaine couldn't decide if it was a joke or Finn wanted to punish him for their last case. When they got back to the others, Finn handed them some handwritten letters and told them to get as much information out of them as possible.
"Hm... how should we do that?" Blaine asked uncertainly.
"Read them. Find out what this guy is like" Finn shrugged.
"Did he kill someone?" Blaine asked.
"No" Finn answered. "Or at least we don't think so."
"We?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, Sue and me. Would you stop asking stupid questions and get to work?" Finn asked.
Blaine blinked in surpise. Finn wasn't the type who got angry so easily. It seemed like he was nervous because of something. Maybe it was that thing he had seen in the hospital? Was something wrong with Kurt? Or his dad?
"Analyze the letters" Finn told them. "And tell me if you find anything."
With that, he left the room, leaving a confused Blaine with Santana and Puck.
"What the hell was that?" Blaine asked.
"You have so much to learn, Anderson" Puck shook his head.
"I don't understand a thing" Blaine said. "Why are we doing this? We should find murderers, not some... stalker?"
"We usually hunt down serial killers but sometimes when we have nothing else to do, we take jobs like this" Santana explained. "It's surely some high society brat who paid for the right people at FBI."
"You mean that some businessman gets disturbing letters and we need to find where they come from?" Blaine asked.
"Exactly" Puck nodded.
"But we don't even know who got these letters" Blaine tried to reason.
"No, but we can learn a lot about them and their stalker" Santana said.
"Why don't they just tell us who this person is? It would be a lot easier, right?" Blaine asked.
"You have so much to learn" Santana shook her head. "But I will give you a quick lesson. There are people in our community who do dirty things and don't really want other people know about that. But they have a lot of money, possibly from said dirty things, and when they get into trouble, they can buy anybody they need to save them."
"I'm confused" Blaine frowned. "Nobody knows who we are working for?"
"Of course they do" Santana smiled. "Sue, for sure. But I think Finn knows, too. He just can't tell us."
"So we have to make a profile about the stalker using only the letters?" Blaine asked.
"That and the knowledge that their target is someone important. Probably a public figure" Santana nodded.
"I so hate this job" Blaine sighed.
"Hey, don't be so negative" Puck smiled. "We will visit Kurt and his dad after this."
"I so missed him" Santana sighed.
"Me, too" Puck nodded in agreement. "Kurt is so freaking lucky to have a father like him."
Blaine sighed as he turned back to the letters. The others were right. Maybe this was a shitty job but at least he could see Kurt again after that, maybe spend some quality time with him. That would be great.
~ o ~
Kurt watched his father walk up and down around him. It was more than frustrating. Since they had gotten back from the hospital to spend a few days in their house in Lima, Burt didn't stop for a moment. He had led Kurt into his room first, then he had made him tea, brought him snacks and an extra pillow, everything Kurt so didn't want. But it was impossible to convince his father that he didn't need all those things. He only wanted to rest and enjoy his days off with his father.
"Do you need another pillow?" Burt asked when he finally stopped for a second.
"Dad, I'm fine" Kurt rolled his eyes. "Would you please sit down and tell me why you're acting so weirdly?"
"What do you mean?" Burt asked innocently.
"Sit down" Kurt said, looking at his father seriously.
Burt sighed and sat down beside his son, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Okay, tell me" Kurt said.
"Tell me what?" Burt asked.
"Uhm, I don't know where you should start... maybe you could tell me why you need all those bodyguards" Kurt said.
"Kurt, you know that people in my position..."
"I do" Kurt cut in. "And I also know that you hate bodyguards. So why do you need so many suddenly?"
Burt smiled weakly. His son was a good profiler, of course he had noticed the change.
"I have some trouble with a new project" Burt shrugged.
"Are you in danger?" Kurt asked in concern.
"Not really. It's just for precaution" Burt replied.
"Dad..."
"Kurt, there's nothing you have to worry about" Burt said seriously. "I'm not in danger but you know what this job is like. There're people who don't agree with my choices and they're very loud about their opinion. I got some rude comments but that's all."
Kurt seemed to relax at that and nodded slightly.
"But you would tell me if you were in danger, right?" he asked.
"Of course" Burt said. "But it looks like your chances to be in danger are a lot higher than mine."
"Dad, not now, please..." Kurt said.
"We have to talk about this, Kurt" Burt replied.
"We've talked this through several times. I don't need another speech about my choices" Kurt said.
"Yes, you do" Burt said. "Look, Kurt. I'm glad you like your job but let's face it, it's not what a worried father would want for his only son. You could have died, several times. You were lucky yesterday but what if you won't be the next time? What if you die in your next mission?"
"Thank you for being so positive" Kurt said sarcastically.
"You're so clever, Kurt. You could have a far better job than this. You're young, it's not too late to change. You could study something else or-or try yourself in the fashion industry. You wanted that when you were younger" Burt reasoned.
"It would take me years to get enough money out of it for my living" Kurt pointed out.
"I can support you, you know" Burt smiled.
"Dad, I'm an adult man! I can't depend on you forever" Kurt gasped.
"Not forever, just until you start your own business" Burt shrugged. "It doesn't bother me."
"But it does bother me" Kurt said.
"At least think about it" Burt said.
"Dad, I love this job" Kurt sighed. "I help people, I work in a great team, I don't need anything else to be happy."
Burt sighed sadly, rubbing his eyes.
"You should take a few months off" he said. "I can talk to Ms Sylvester, she would allow you to take a longer break. You could spend that time with me and who knows, maybe we could find you something more... suitable. You could even work for me."
"Dad, I love you, but I can't accept this. It wouldn't be right" Kurt said.
"You're so stubborn" Burt shook his head. "Just like your mom."
"I know" Kurt smiled. "Don't worry, dad. I will be fine. I won't get myself killed anytime soon, I promise."
Burt nodded, sighing heavily. He stood up and walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" Kurt asked.
"I thought you wanted to rest" Burt shrugged.
"That's what I'm doing right now" Kurt smiled. "Don't you want to stay? It's been a long time since we could spend a few days together. I missed you, dad."
Burt smiled and walked back to Kurt's bed.
"I missed you too, son" he said. "Tell me about the new kid. He seems nice."
Kurt smiled and prepared himself to share everything he knew about Blaine with his father.
~ o ~
Blaine wished he had let Tommy kill him. It would have been the best for everyone, especially for him. It was the second day he spent in a small room with Santana and Puck, Finn rarely joining them. He sometimes showed up for a few minutes, told them a few informations and then left again, usually with his phone glued to his ear. Something wasn't right with this case. Blaine hoped that the letters would help him find out what exactly was wrong, but they didn't lead them anywhere. All they found out in those two days was that someone wrote stupid letters, sent them for someone, without really knowing what they wanted with that. At least that was what Blaine gathered from his letters.
"It doesn't make any sense" Blaine muttered.
"Oh, so I'm not the only one feeling that way" Santana rolled her eyes.
"So who's gonna tell the boss?" Puck asked.
"I don't think Finn would be happy with that" Blaine said.
"You have so much to learn" Santana shook her head.
"What? Don't tell me you found out anything from this crap" Blaine said, grabbing the first letter from the desk. "Do as I tell you or else your son will pay the prize. What the hell does it mean? What should he do? And what would happen to the kid? Why can't they be more exact?"
"You haven't dealt with stalkers before?" Santana asked.
"No" Blaine answered.
"That explains everything then" she nodded.
"Just look at the handwriting. Don't read it, just watch" Puck said. "What do you see?"
"A horrible handwriting" Blaine answered. "Their hand must have been shaking."
"And what do you think, why is it so?" Santana asked with a smile.
"They were uncertain?" Blaine asked.
"Exactly" Santana nodded. "People who plan to commit crime, especially who practiced before, know exactly what they want. They're perfectly sure in what they want. They write more detailed letters, tell their target what exactly they need and what the consequences are if the target doesn't obey."
"So this is just a bluffer?" Blaine asked.
"The boy's catching up" Puck smiled.
"I can't believe we wasted two whole days for a case that doesn't even exist" Blaine shook is head. "Wait, do we need to find the guy after this?"
"No, Blaine. You don't have to worry about that" Finn said as he joined them. "What do you think about the threats?"
"They don't have to take them seriously" Puck answered. "We didn't find any proof that the guy might be in danger."
"That's what I thought, too" Finn nodded.
"So what now?" Blaine asked.
"Now we're packing our things and moving on" Finn said. "There're other cases waiting for us in Quantico. We can't stay any longer."
"Dude, you said we would visit Mr H" Puck said.
"We will. Very shortly" Finn replied.
"So that's all? You will tell this guy that he and his son are safe?" Blaine asked. "What if we're wrong?"
"Do you think that we are?" Finn asked.
"Well, not from the letters, but..."
"Then we won't work on this case any longer" Finn said sternly.
"What if that kid gets hurt?" Blaine asked in concern. "Maybe if you could tell us more about the guy who got this letters..."
"They asked us to analyze the letters, nothing more" Finn said. "I'm sorry, Blaine, but this is how things work. We can't waste our time for some kids playing criminals when there are dozens of real criminals and real targets out there and only we can help them. We're leaving now and that's final."
Blaine was about to reply but Puck grabbed his shoulder and shook his head to stop him. As one of the oldest member of the team, he knew exactly how things worked and sometimes they had to give up, even if they didn't want to. Blaine had to understand that as well.
~ o ~
Kurt was more than happy when his team arrived the next day. It wasn't like he hated spending his time with his father, he only hated those long speeches about his possible future Burt never missed to share with him. This time wasn't different either. Okay, maybe it was slightly worse than before. They couldn't even talk about important things because Burt came up with a new idea over and over again, determined to make his son stay. Kurt knew how his father felt, how worried he was about him but his worry just drove him crazy. Kurt loved his job and he wouldn't leave his team, especially not for an uncertain opportunity. He wanted to help people, save innocents. He was perfectly fine with his place and didn't want to leave at all.
"So did you solve the case?" Kurt asked when they sat down in the living room.
"Oh, it was an easy one" Puck waved. "Another rich brat with a..."
"Kurt still needs to heal" Finn interrupted. "Don't bore him with the details."
"I'm fine, Finn" Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Could you have some rest?" Finn asked, chaging topic.
"More than I needed" Kurt said, glancing at his father. "Dad was more worried than necessary."
"I'm your father. It's my job to be worried about you" Burt said. "Finn, could you come with me for a second?"
"Of course" Finn nodded as he stood up.
"I don't need him to babysit me, dad" Kurt called after them.
"I know" Burt sighed as he led Finn out of the room.
"Your dad is really the overprotective type" Blaine smiled.
"You have no idea" Kurt sighed. "He wants me to quit and find another job because it's too dangerous."
"He's right" Blaine nodded.
"I can take care of myself!" Kurt said.
"I never said you couldn't but I understand his feelings. I would be worried sick about you in his place" Blaine explained.
"Good thing that I'm an adult man and I can decide what to do on my own" Kurt muttered.
"Especially if Finn lets you" Santana chuckled. "I have a feeling that he won't let you work in the near future."
"I promised my dad to take a few more days off but that's all. I have to go back to work" Kurt said.
"We will manage on our own" Puck said.
"No, you won't" Kurt said and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Blaine asked.
"To the kitchen. I'm thirsty" Kurt said.
"Let me help you" Blaine said quickly.
"Blaine, I can get myself a glass of water..."
"Enjoy the situation as long as you can" Blaine winked. "Once you're completely healed, I won't serve you anymore."
Kurt sighed and shook his head but let Blaine leave the room and get him his drink.
Blaine smiled as he made his way through the long corridor of the house. It felt like being in the White House, it was huge and beautiful, and oh, God, it belonged to Senator Burt Hummel himself. He couldn't believe he was here.
"...I tried but he doesn't listen to me."
Blaine stopped as he heard Burt's voice. On his way to the kitchen, he accidentally got close to where Burt and Finn were discussing things. He hesitated, not knowing what to do. Should he just continue his way to the kitchen? The men wanted privacy, they surely wouldn't be happy to see him...
"We analyzed the letters as you asked me" Finn said.
No, he definitely had to stay here.
"What did you find?" Burt asked quietly. Even Blaine could tell that he was scared of the result.
"It's nothing serious, at least for now" Finn answered.
"What does it mean?" Burt asked.
"I would say that it's a kid fooling with you but since it's about you and Kurt..."
Blaine pressed his hand to his mouth to suppress a gasp. Burt was the guy who got those letters and they were about Kurt... Now saying that they were innocent jokes seemed like a bad idea. Kurt could get hurt if they were wrong. Blaine would never forgive himself for that and he had a feeling that the others would agree with him in this.
Burt sighed heavily and from the soft noises coming from the room in front of him, Blaine presumed that he flopped down onto a chair.
"What should I do now?" Burt asked.
"There's not much you should do" Finn said. "You have to keep the bodyguards, though, but unless something changes, you will be fine. I don't think this guy will try anything."
"What if you're wrong?" Burt asked. "I can't lose my son. I just... I wouldn't survive that."
"I will keep him safe. I promise" Finn said.
"I tried to make him stay" Burt continued. "I offered him everything he ever wanted but... you know."
"You should tell him" Finn said quietly.
"I can't! He-he would be too worried about me. He would be distracted and it would get him killed" Burt said. "You can't tell him either. Promise me, Finn, that you won't tell him anything."
Finn only hesitated for a second, sighing heavily.
"I promise" he said. "And I will make sure he doesn't get into dangerous situations, at least for a while. But you know how stubborn he is, I'm not sure how long I can keep him in the background."
"I know" Burt laughed. "I can't believe I'm more worried about him than you. You were the one who always got into trouble."
Blaine gulped nervously when he realised that they were heading towards the door and it was just matter of time that they would find him there, eavesdropping. He had to get back to the others, fast.
He quickly turned around and walked back into the living room, stopping when he met the others' confused looks.
"Where have you been?" Kurt asked.
"Uhm... I..." I was eavesdropping and guess what? I just figured out that your father has a stalker and you're possibly in danger. "I got lost."
"I guess you didn't find the kitchen" Kurt smiled, nodding towards Blaine's empty hands.
"Exactly" Blaine said slowly.
Puck and Santana started laughing but Kurt didn't seem to find the situation funny at all.
"It's okay, Blaine. This is a huge house" Kurt said. "I will just get some water from the bathroom over there."
"Seriously, Anderson?" Puck whispered as Kurt got up from the couch and walked into a room behind them.
Blaine didn't pay attention. As Burt and Finn came back, he kept his eyes on them and tried to figure out what to do. When Kurt joined them again, he didn't miss the concerned look Burt sent his way. Blaine couldn't understand why he didn't tell Kurt anything when he was so worried about him. Kurt would surely be more careful if he knew what was going on. But should he do it? He shouldn't even know about that conversation and it was definitely not his job to tell Kurt.
Blaine bit his lower lip as he turned to look at Kurt. Beautiful, innocent Kurt who could possibly get hurt because if his father's stupidity. Damn, it was a hard decision to make and Blaine would surely not get out of it too well. But maybe it was the right thing to do.
