So people wanted more to the story, so voila! I really have no idea how long I'm going to make this now but we'll just see how it goes I guess. Also, someone mentioned having longer chapters, and I agree so I'm going to try but it always looks longer on my word document then it does on here so, hopefully this chapter is longer
The sunlight poured in through the window, and covered the two bodies lying in bed with a golden glow.
The two boys limbs were tangled together, their faces almost touching. Kurt was the first to wake up. He saw Blaine tear stained cheeks and all of the events of last night came rushing back.
Despite this though, a sad smile grew across his face. Even though Blaine was hurt, he still loved waking up and seeing his face. He traced the details of Blaines face lightly with his fingertips. With each place he touched he remembered each injury he had had there.
A cut lip
A bruised eye
A slapped cheek
The list went on as he traced each of the boys features.
Then he slowly combed his fingers through his thick curls. Right near his hairline, there was a reddish pink scar, from one of his more brutal nights with his father. The memory sent chills down Kurts spine.
After a while he slowly untangled himself from Blaine and got out of bed. However he didn't miss Blaines slight whimper and frown from the loss of contact and almost got back into bed.
He closed his door and walked down stairs and into the kitchen where Burt and Carol were sipping coffee at the table, chatting quietly.
"How's he doing, kid?" Burt asked Kurt softly when he came in the kitchen.
Burt knew that Blaine would come over in the late hours of the night, but wasn't fully aware of the situation. He knew that Blaine had some troubles at home and he often felt like he needed to get away. But he didn't know the extent of it. He didn't know that Blaines dad was physically hurting Blaine. He didn't know what kind of things his father was saying to him, that made Blaine want to curl up and die.
At first Kurt wanted to tell his father, but Blaine had pleaded with him not to tell him. So whenever he would come to Kurt with n injury, he would either leave early the next morning, or Kurt would put make up on the visible injuries.
But both Burt and Carol were more than happy to have Blaine come over whenever he needed to.
"I… I don't know dad…" Kurt said. He felt tears begin to sting his eyes.
"He came late again last night, and he was just soaking wet and he just looked as miserable as ever and he just looked exhausted and I just don't know what to do anymore " Kurt was babbling now
Carol gave him a sympathetic look.
"Kurt … there's something you're not telling me… what you and Blaine aren't telling me," Burt said as he stood up and put his hand on Kurts shoulder.
"If Blaine isn't comfortable with telling me, then that's alright. I know he has trouble at home, but I need to know the kid is somewhat safe there, and that maybe, someday he can be happy there. Can he? Is he safe" Burt was using a very serious tone.
Kurt was staring the floor, trying very hard not to let tears fall. He sniffed, and looked into his fathers concerned eyes.
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, when he heard small footsteps, and then Blaine entered the kitchen.
He looked completely drained of energy. His curls were sticking up in every direction, and he had big bags under his eyes.
"Hey" he said quietly through a pained smile.
"Hey, how're you feeling? Want something to eat?" he asked, moving away from Burt to take Blaines hand.
"I'm not very hungry actually. But thanks." Blaine said
"At least have some fruit sweetie, you need something in your system" Carol offered, standing up and getting the fruit bowl from the counter
The boys sat down next to each other across from Burt and Carol. Blaine agreed to have an apple and was munching away, while Kurt had poured himself a bowl of cereal.
The four of them chatted for a bit as they ate, steering clear of anything to do with Blaines home life. They discussed the Warblers, school, and a movie that Kurt and Blaine had gone to see on one of their date.
Finn trudged into the kitchen, looking tired but he was fully clothed.
They all stared at him. Finn never got up this early on a Saturday. Not to mentioned he usually spent all day in his pajamas unless it was absolutely necessary for him to change.
Burt broke the silence
"Hey Finn, you headed somewhere" he asked.
"Yeah, Rachels taking me…. somewhere and we're going to go and do… something…" Finn said groggily and sounding like he was confusing himself.
Kurt knew that this was one of those times where he was talking to Rachel on the phone and had toned her out and had agreed to something with out realizing.
"Right…. well, give us a call when you know when you're going to be back. And grab something to eat before you leave" Carol told him.
"I'm gonna stop and get something on the way to Rachels- Oh hey Blaine" Finn said abruptly looking at Blaine.
Blaine raised his hand and gave a small wave and again pulled a strained smile.
Even Finn knew Blaine had issues at home, but he knew less that Burt and Carole.
"Alright, I'll see you all later, bye everyone" Finn grabbed his keys and walked out of the kitchen and towards the door.
"Come on Blaine, lets go get dressed" Kurt said, putting his bowl in the sink.
The two of them were just about to head to the stairs, when they heard the door open, and Finn make a sound of surprise.
"Uh… Blaine? I think someone's here for you?" Finn called, sounding confused.
Kurt turned to Blaine, who gave him a confused look. He took his hand and squeezed it and the two of them walked to the door.
Standing in the doorway, was a beautiful women, with long wavy black hair, and those unmistakable hazel eyes. Next to her was a big black suitcase and a guitar case.
Kurt felt Blaine tense next to him. He turned to see him staring at her with wide eyes.
"…Mom?"
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