Kurt had waited untill morning to ring his Dad and tell him what happened. He made the call outside the hospital room whilst the doctor made his final checks on Blaine. Burt told his son in a heartbroken tone he would tell the police of Blaine's thoughts and that he would pick them both up from the hospital. Kurt had told him he would not leave the hospital without knowing the police would be watching their house. And that he wasn't to tell anyone besides Carole and the police what he had disclosed about Blaine.
When Kurt had returned to the room the doctor had left telling Kurt that Blaine was free to go. Blaine was back into a deep sleep, the mental exhaustion obviously effecting him. Burt arrived half an hour later and carried his son's boyfriend silently to the car his son following in his stead.
When Blaine finally woke up he was curled up in the on Kurt's lap, his boyfriend gently threading his fingers trough the dark curls. It was still quiet early as hazel eyes fluttered open and he gazed blearily up at Kurt. Kurt smiled back in adoration.
"Hey beautiful." he whispered his fingers moving to cup the paled cheek.
"Hey." Blaine whispered huskily. He frowned his dark eyebrows knitting together as he saw Burt in the front of the of the car smiling unsurley back trough the mirror. "Where are we?" the smaller boy asked sitting up.
It was Burt who answered. "About 10 minutes from home."
"Wha-who's home?" Blaine was tense.
"Well technically it's your home too now. But mine and Dad's."
Blaine froze for second his eyes going glassy. Kurt's heart dropped.
"Stop the car." Kurt flinched at the sharpness of Blaine's tone.
"What?"
The lead Warbler whipped his head round to face Burt. "You have to stop the car! Please!" Burt look astonished but complied. As soon as he stopped Blaine flung the door open and attempted to run with his cast covered leg, but Kurt was not far behind him.
"Blaine! Come back!" Kurt caught up easily and grabbed his love's arm firmly "PLEASE. Stop!"
Blaine tried to stuggle out of Kurt's grip. A task that was unreachable given his weakened condition. "N-No! I can't come with you Kurt!"
"Why not Blaine, talk to me?"
"I CANT LET HIM GET YOU!" Blaine burst out. Kurt froze in place and looked back to his Dad stood by the car, wearing a sad expression. The counter tennor sighed heavily and placed his hands on Blaines waist so he could hold his boyfriend up. Blaines head dropped, his eyes wet and he stared miserably at the floor. Kurt bit his lip determined and pulled his man futher towards him wrapping warm arms around him and letting Blaine burrow his face in the crook of Kurt's sweet smelling neck.
After a few silent peaceful seconds Kurt spoke. "Baby," he mumbled against the soft skin of his cheek. " One we have police watching the house. You don't seriously think I'd risk anybody getting to you did you?"
Blaine pulled back and stared at Kurt in awe there noses still touching.
"Two, I love you. And if- if you left me..." Kurt's voice shook. "I don't know what I'd do."
Blaine gaze softened and he slowly pressed a sweet kiss to Kurt's mouth.
"I'll never leave you Kurt."
"So you'll come home with us?" Blaine hesitated looking back down the road contemplating his options.
Neither of them noticed Burt aproach. "Blaine?" Blaine turned his burning eyes toward him. "Remember what I said? About you being part of this family now?" the hobit sized boy nodded. "Well I meant it. And family looks after each other. Family lets family look after them."
A ghost of a smile graced Blaine's features.
"Thankyou Burt." he gasped suprised. Looking back into Kurt's green crystal eyes he saw the confirmation.
The elder Hummel considered the boys for a moment. The way they clung to each other, the dream like expression that covered their faces when they looked at each other. The way they only seemed to relax when they were holding the other. Love. Clear as day, that was the feeling that emited from them like rays of sunshine. They almost cast rainbows with the way their love shone from them. Maybe they'd be okay in the end.
"Call me Dad Blaine." Burt said simply scooping his honoury son into his arms so he could save his real son the trouble of pulling him back to the car.
When they had got home they were greeted by Carole and Finn. Finn ran into the hallway where Kurt was-accompanied by Blaine who was hobbling at his side with one arm flung around Kurt's neck.
"Blaine." he breathed. "Dude you look awful! Are you okay man?"
Kurt shot Finn a glare. "Oh I mean-sorry-of course you're not okay- stupid question."
Blaine for the first time chuckled. "I'm fine Finn thankyou." Kurt saw through it though. He was putting on a show. Pretending he was okay to spare anyone the trouble of caring.
"Finn make yourself useful and carry Blaine to Kurt's room." Carole said poking her head round the corner. Finn nodded.
"Into my arms hobbit." he grinned and gathered Blaine up like a baby. Blaine's heart jumped. Wes and David used to call him that.
"Kurt you follow him. I'm making breakfast it should be ready soon. I'll call you."
"Thank you Carole." Kurt smiled sheepishly and followed his brother and his man up the stairs.
Burt turned to Carole. "What are we gonna do about him Carole?" he whispered leaning back against the now closed door.
Carole sighed and aproached her husband engulfing him in a hug.
"We'll work something out."
"Where's he gonna go to school? He has no clothes, near enough everything was destroyed in that fire. And it's another mouth to feed."
Carole shushed him with her finger. "There must be some sort of financal help we can get for him Burt. And we have freinds. They have friends. No doubt the Glee kids will want to help out."
Burt sighed. "I suppose."
"For now we just need to let Kurt do his thing and comfort Blaine in his time off loss. And just be there for Blaine whenever he needs us."
Kurt and Blaine went down for breakfast as promised. Blaine mostly pushing his food around his plate, only taking polite bites whenever Carole looked over. Burt began to discuss where Blaine could go to school.
"McKinley." Blaine said automatically. Everybody looked up shocked. It was only the second time he'd spoke all morning. "I want to be with Kurt." he mumbled entwining their hands on the table.
"Blaine." Finn began. "McKinley is nothing like like Dalton you know that right?"
"Finn I do have experience with public school. Belive me. But at this particular moment in my life petty bullies are the least of my worries."
Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand reasuringly. And Blaine squeezed back.
"Are you sure Blaine?" Carole said gently. Blaine looked into to Kurt's eyes searching for a moment and nodded. "Okay then we'll sort it out with Principal Figgins."
"Thank you." Blaine forced a smile.
"Right!" Carole said chirpily. "Finn, Burt you guys are washing up. I'm gonna go out and get some grocerys. Oh and Kurt! Check your phone. People have been trying to contact you."
Kurt nodded and he took Blaine into the living room settling him on the couch.
"You have a piano?" Blaine said quietly. Kurt looked over at the old piano in the corner.
"Oh, yeah. It used to be my mom's. She used to play with me. We used to sing together. I still play it sometimes."
Blaine turned to the boy in his arms carassed his face. "You miss her." he said softly.
"Everyday." Kurt agreed sadly. "And you'll miss your mum everyday. And you'll miss Wes and David everyday." Blaine bit his lip his eyes watering and Kurt kissed his boyfriends forehead tenderly. "It will get better Blaine." he whispered. Blaine nodded and looked back over to the piano.
"Do you mind if I..." he trailed off gesturing towards it. Kurt shook his head and pulled Blaine over onto the piano bench.
Very gently Blaines fingers began to move across the keys. Kurt gasped.
"I love this song." he whispered breathless. Blaine gave a small smile, almost a grimace.
"I played it at my Mom's funeral." the two boys shared a brief look over the beautiful music. "Sing it for me Kurt." Blaine requested tears in his eyes. Kurt took leaned his head on his shoulder and began to sing.
Pride can stand a thousand trials,
the strong will never fall...
Blaine was strong. Kurt was strong. They were proud of who they were. Courage. There was no way they would be beaten, no way they could fall when they had each other.
But watching stars without you,
my soul cried.
Heaving heart is full of pain...
Kurt looked at Blaine as he played his curls falling over his face tears sparkling on his face. They both had lost so many people. Blaine more so. And it had scared him inside it had pained him to his very core. Kurt brushed the curls out of his loves face and sang the next line directly to him.
oh, oh, the aching.
Blaine's eyes met his momentarially. Sure enough the pain and aching could be seen in his eyes aswell as Kurt's. They had lost their friends. Kurt kissed Blaines temple softly as Blaine continued playing.
'Cause I'm kissing you, oh.
I'm kissing you, oh.
Touch me deep, pure and true,
gift to me forever.
Oh they had touched each other. And that didn't mean the sexual sense. They have touched each other with the pureness and the deepness of their love. They had touched each others hearts, each others souls. TBeing together was as easy as breathing. And Blaine was most definatley the greatest gift Kurt had ever recived. Kurt felt himself well up and he kissed Blaines temple firmly again.
'Cause I'm kissing you, oh.
I'm kissing you, oh.
And then Blaine played the most beautiful bridge of music that Kurt had ever heard. His fingers flowing with such grace and beauty over the keys. But Kurt could help but notice as he played, that the Blaine he knew was almost not there. The dapper ray of happiness was missing. And when Blaine finished the bridge he was in floods of tears just to prove that point. The counter tenor pulled him into his arms finishing the song unacompanied.
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Kurt lifted the tear soaked face from his chest and kissed the lips so sweetly and so tenderly it caused Blaine to let out a whimper.
'Cause I'm kissing you.
I'm kissing you, oh.
The last not hung in the air for a few seconds. Blaine grabbed Kurt's face and kissed him hungrily, passionatley their tounges battling. Kurt let out breathy gasp and threw his arms around Blaine's neck. Blaine's hands slowly moved slowly down Kurt's neck, down his back and to the small of his back where he slipped them under carassing the silky skin of Kurt's back. Tracing his spine.
Kurt broke out in shivers and moaned alowing Blaine to pull him so he was straddling his lap. Blaine moved his soft full lips down to Kurt's neck a began to bite and suck softly.
"Blaine..." Kurt sighed and his face was brought back up to his lovers in a slow sensual kiss. They both moaned this time as Kurt bit down carefully on Blaine's lower lip. This time it was Kurt who was doing the neck kissing. He nipped and licked elicting sensual moans from his love's lips. Kurt's lips had just touched the tanned skin over Blaine collar bone when some one cleared their throat.
Both boy's looked up to see Finn in the door way scratchin his head.
"Uhh? Can I come in now?"
The two lovers turned to look at each other and burst out laughing. They were hysterical. They didnt know what caused these fits of laughter. Maybe they just needed to do anything but cry. But slowly they stopped and Kurt chuckled.
"Sure I need to see exactly how much the New Direction are freaking out anyway."
Kurt and Blaine made it upstairs (eventually) and Kurt grabbed his phone from his nightstand after settling himself and Blaine on his bed, curled up together under the scarlett covers.
16 messages. This would be interesting.
Yep major fluff. The song is Des'ree-Kissing You. I love that song. Me and our Kurtie have that in common. I just thought it was perfect for them in this story. Next chapter the New Direction messages. Kurt has to wake Blaine up from a nightmare and finds out that Blaine's Dad might not be the only person who could be after Blaine. And I was thinking a bit on smut? What do you guys think? REVEIW!