A/N Hey, guys! I'm so terribly sorry I didn't update sooner!
Anyway, instead of trying to come up with proper excuses, I'll just hope you enjoy this chapter! I wrote it with the Glee version of Somebody That I Used To Know on repeat. OH, THE BLANGST! My litte baby boy looks so saaad! T_T
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To say Kurt was shocked was a bit of an understatement. He didn't understand how anybody could do something like this to another person, leave alone a father to his own son. He knew he should count himself really lucky with a dad as loving and accepting as Burt was because he knew for sure that whatever he did, his dad would never do anything to hurt him. He remembered clearly how his dad had reacted when he told him about the bullying. But here he was, his arms wrapped around Blaine Anderson, the arrogant 'bad boy', who just told him it was his dad who inflicked all these injuries.
'Why?' Kurt whispered, more to himself then anything. Blaine pulled away though, and embraced his own body, not meeting the blue eyes.
'Because I'm a disgusting, disappointing faggot,' he spat and then chuckled, no trace of humor in his voice. 'Or so he says. Not like it's too far from the truth...'
'Don't you dare think that, Anderson!' The curly haired boy looked up, his eyes filled with fresh tears.
'It is true, Kurt,' he said softly. 'Even you think so.'
'Why would I think you're a 'disgusting faggot' when I'm gay myself,' Kurt wondered out loud. Blaine let out a small hiccup that sound a lot like a chuckle.
'I mean that you think I'm a slut.' Kurt sighed and pulled the boy back against his chest. 'You hate me, Kurt.'
'No, I don't,' Kurt said sincerely into the dark curls. 'I just think you can be a little too cocky sometimes.' He felt Blaine smile into his chest and then shiver.
'You're cold, aren't you?' He nodded in respons. 'Come on, I'll take you home.' Kurt immediatly realised how stupid he was as Blaine jumped up and back away from him, his face twisted in pain.
'No, no, no! Please, no! Katy is save, she isn't home and I think he's still drunk and mad and... Please, don't make me, Kurt!' Kurt also jumped up and put a hand on Blaine's shoulder to calm the panicking boy.
'Shh, honey, don't worry! I meant my home.' Blaine relaxed under the soft touch but frowned slightly.
'Would you- Would you really l-let me s-s-stay in your house?' He shivered again and looked so small.
'Of course! You need my help right now and I will give it to you! I'm not going to let you sleep outside!' Blaine shrugged.
'Wouldn't be the first time.' Now Kurt was the one to frown, but he choose not to respond. Instead he walked over to the shivering boy who was wavering on his feet and place an arm around his middle. He softly pulled him closer and Blaine put his head back on Kurt's chest.
'It's okay, honey,' Kurt said softly. 'Come on, my house is just around the corner. I'll support you.' The two boys started stumbling down the street, Kurt bending over a little at the amound of weight Blaine put on his body.
'You called me 'honey',' Blaine suddenly said, amusement clear in his voice. 'Twice.'
'And... our cocky Blaine is back,' said Kurt, sighing dramatically, but just as amused.
'You love it though.' Kurt rolled his eyes and decided to change the subject as they stumbled on.
'Who's Katy?' Kurt remembered Blaine saying that name when he panicked, saying something about her being save. 'Is that your mom?' There was a long silence. 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-'
'No, it's okay,' Blaine said and Kurt could hear his voice tremble, like he was trying to hold a lot of emotions back. 'Katy's my two years younger sister. My mum died two years ago. My dad got depressed and started drinking and... Well, he's a pretty abusive drunk...' He sighed. 'Katy's practically the reason I'm still in this shithole, or alive for that matter. I want her to be save, I can't have my father hurt her. But he wouldn't because he had me: his pathetic gay son. But that's why I'm staying around.. I'm not sure what he'll do when I'm not around.' His voice cracked slightly and Kurt tightened his embrace. They walked to the front door of the Hudmel's residence and he pushed the door open, dragging Blaine inside.
'Dad,' he called. 'Carole!' Blaine suddenly smacked a hand over his mouth and he gasped.
'Shut up! They'll know I'm here!'
'That's kind of the idea, Blaine,' Kurt snapped after pushing away the hand covering his mouth.
'What is it, kiddo?' Burt and Carole came running into the dark hallway and stopped dead in their tracks as they saw the two figures, both slightly bend over. 'Kurt? Who is this?'
'This is Blaine, dad,' Kurt said. 'Blaine Anderson.' He suddenly felt Blaine trying to wiggle out of his arms and tightened his grip.
'Jesus, Kurt. I know you're probably desperate for a good fuck, but you should let me go now!' Burt stiffened at the words but Kurt only pulled Blaine back to his chest.
'What did you say, kid?' Burt said dangerously, stepping toward Blaine, who grabbed Kurt's hands and started to tremble. It didn't take him long to figure out why.
'Dad,' he said softly. 'Please, take a step back.' Kurt just knew his dad was frowning, even in the dark hallway.
'Why would I?'
'Just back the FUCK off!' Blaine yelled and after that he burried his head in Kurt's chest, shacking. Kurt knew he was waiting for a blow to the head or something, one that, of course, would never come. Instead Burt took a step back and stared at the dark feature of his son.
'Blaine, honey,' Kurt mummered into the dark curls. 'This is my dad and my step-mom. They mean no harm, I promise.' Blaine stopped shacking, but kept his head burried in Kurt's shirt. He turned to Carole.
'You might want to look after his injuries.' He could practically hear Carole frown as she spoke.
'What injuries?'
'Dad, will you get the lights for me, please?' Burt switched the lights on and all the three Hummels gasped. Blaine's cuts, bruises and dried blood looked far worse in the bright light then they had looked in the vague street light and even then they'd looked horrible.
Blaine closed his eyes at the bright light and groaned, placing his fingers on his temples.
'Are you okay,' Kurt asked straight away. Blaine nodded.
'Yeah, just a bit of a head ache,' he mummered. 'I'm just really tired.'
'We should get you in bed,' Kurt said and then turned to his parents slightly nervous. 'If you're okay with that, of course.'
'No,' Carole said firmly, causing Burt and Kurt to stare at her with wide eyes. 'I mean, it's fine if he stays but we should get him to the hospital first!'
Blaine stiffened and his eyes filled with panick again.
'No, I can't! I'm sorry, mrs Hummel! I can't go to the hospital. Please, don't make me!' Kurt could see Carole's heart break at the sight of the pleading boy.
'Carole, you're a nurse,' he said. 'Can't you take care of him?' Carole's eyes widened.
'I couldn't- I can't just- He needs x-rays and-'
'Please!' Blaine was crying now, his eyes wide and begging for Carole to give in. She did.
Softly wrapping and arm around his waist she pulled him away from Kurt.
'Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you upstairs to Kurt's room.' Blaine nodded but didn't loose his grip on Kurt's hand. 'Sweetheart, I need you to let go of Kurt-'
'No, it's okay.' Kurt gave Carole a reassuring smile and then turned to Blaine. 'Come on, honey. Let's get you in bed.'
When they finally arrived in the room and Carole had put some blankets on the couch in Kurt's bedroom and left, Blaine chuckled. Kurt looked up, surprised.
'You keep calling me 'honey',' he simply said, after studying his expression. Kurt laughed too, but didn't reply until Blaine started walking towards the cough.
'Oh, no,' Kurt said, holding him back. 'Don't even think about it, Anderson! You're lying in the bed tonight!' He expected another cocky comment about Kurt joining him in bed, or something Blaine-ish, but instead the curly haired boy took his hands in his own.
'Thank you,' he said sincerely and let go. Kurt watched as he laid down on the bed and almost immediatly fell asleep.
Well, he thought, this is what you call unexpected.