Kurt had rung the police the next morning and informed them of Blaine's story. He talked quietly Blaine being wrapped up in the sheets still sleeping from last night.
"Son...maybe if you could come down to the station-"
"I'm not leaving him." Kurt stated through his exhaustion, his voice raising a decibel. His heart jumped when Blaine stirred and whined trying to grab hold of Kurt's body that was supposed to be lying next to him.
"I have to go, he's waking up." Kurt cut off the man without a goodbye and returned to the bed laying his body on top off Blaine's, his elbows on either side of Blaine, propping him up. Kurt smiled dreamily down at his man as the long eyelashes fluttered open.
Blaine looked up at Kurt drowsily for a few long seconds and huge glowing grin broke out on his face. For a moment Kurt thought he was back, that Blaine was back to his cheeky, dapper self. He should have known better. It was too soon, far too soon. And Kurt's heart fell from the sky as he watched it wash over Blaine's face. He watched the tears of fear and grief and desperation form in the corners of Blaine's large eyes. But there was hint of something else and Blaine blinked up at his lover, something that gave said lover tremendous hope. Determination. To be happy and strong and brave. And this was more than enough for Kurt.
He leaned down and kissed Blaine's lips, forehead, nose and eyelids.
"You'll be okay baby. We'll be okay."
/
It was a Friday so Burt, Carole and Finn were out at work and school again. It was cold outside, a blanket of snow covered the ground. Blaine had barley cried all morning and there was a haunting sense of calm about the place. Blaine sat zoned out at the living room window staring at the the snowflakes that flutter and twirled from the sky. Kurt was in the kitchen pouring coffee to warm them when the phone rang. Kurt jumped at the sound that cut through the silence almost spilling hot water in the process.
"Hello?"
"H-hello? Is this Kurt?" the woman on the end of the phone had an ethnic twang in her voice and the pain in it hit Kurt like a brick wall.
"Um- Yes, yes it is. Who is this?" Blaine looked up his tired eyes confused as he Kurt returned into the room with their coffee and balancing the phone between his shoulder and ear.
"This Mrs Thompson. David's Mom?" Kurt dropped the coffee on the floor with a smash.
"Kurt!" Blaine jumped up taking Kurt's face in his hand. "Who is it? What's wrong."
Kurt opened his mouth but nothing came out. Would this be too much for Blaine too soon?
"Kurt?" came Mrs Thompson's voice shakily. "Are-Are you okay..."
Blaine too stared at him his eyes panicked. Kurt found his voice then. "I'm fine, s-sorry. I just..." he looked directly at Blaine into those beautiful hazel orbs and found he couldn't lie. "It's...David's Mom."
Blaine's eyes widened, his body froze, his hands on Kurt's face dropped and clenched. He backed away shaking his head. "She hates me." he whimpered. "I know she does. She wishes it was me that... that..." Kurt's heart twisted in pain.
"No Blaine, no..."
"Is Blaine there?" Mrs Thompson gasped in relief and desperation. "Is he okay? Is it okay if I speak to him?"
"Um..."
Kurt was unsure and his eyes connected with Blaine's cautiously. "Can you bear with me a second?"
the ethnic woman agreed and Kurt covered the phone "She wants to speak to you baby." Kurt said gently. Blaine shook his head again tears welling up.
"She hates me."
"No Blaine. She doesn't. She's worried about you. However much you belive it to be true this is not you're fault baby."
Blaine paused his eyes swimming with pain. "She wishes it was me." he repeated. Kurt pulled Blaine to the sofa and into his arms holding out the phone to him.
"I think she wishes it was no one."
Blaine stared at the phone blankly for a second as if it were a bomb. After a short while he took a deep calming breath and took it.
"He-Hello?" he whispered. Kurt pulled Blaine's head onto his shoulder so he could stroke his hair and hear the conversation.
"Blaine! Oh thank god you're okay!" the boys could hear the tears in the woman's voice. "I-I heard you're helping the police with the inquest? How- Is it going... well?"
"I'm trying." Blaine said huskily. Kurt kissed his forehead reassuringly.
"I know you are Blaine. That's all we can ask."
There was a short tense pause and the woman continued. "We-were giving the boys a joint funeral. On...On Sunday. This Sunday" Blaine's eyes squeezed shut and Kurt pulled him close holding him so tight he was afraid he might break a bone. "They were always together. Never apart. We and the Montgomery's didn't want to change that. And we wanted to put them to rest as soon as possible"
Blaine took a deep shuddering breath between his silent sobs. The boy's heard Mrs Thompson's crying on the end of the phone. "We'd really love it if you could be there Blaine. They loved you so much." he voice was shaking with utter grief and torment. Blaine whimpered and shook in Kurt's arms. Kurt himself crying silently.
"Blaine... can you do that for us?" Blaine looked up at Kurt lost and it was if Mrs Thompson read his mind. "Kurt too." she said simply. Blaine looked at Kurt for an answer lost and vulnerable. Kurt nodded sadly.
"Y-yes. Yes we- we'll be there." Blaine breathed.
"Thank you." came the small reply. Blaine buried his head in Kurt's neck.
"I'm so damn sorry." he whimpered. The absolute guilt and inner turmoil in his voice was what broke Kurt and he buried his face in Blaine's curls sobbing uncontrollably along with his lover.
"You have nothing to be sorry about Blaine." she whispered firmly and added bitter-sweetly. "If they would die for you, you must have been something special to them."
Blaine, unable to answer gave the phone to Kurt.
"Mrs-*sniff* Mrs Thompson I think Blaine needs to rest he's still weak and it's so hard for him and..."
"I know Kurt. Be well both of you. See you on Sunday." the sadness resonated in her voice.
"Yes- you too- Sunday..."
They both hung up and Kurt pulled Blaine's damp face shakily up to meet his sapphire eyes.
"I love you Blaine. I love you baby. We'll get through this okay. As long as we love each other nothing can hurt us. Nothing can touch what we have."
Blaine sobbed louder. "I love you more than anything... K-Kurt. Oh god, I just love you so much."
They clung together sobbed and kissing until they couldn't anymore, falling asleep in each others arms.
/
Finn arrived home around five after a evening at Rachel's house. As much as people complained about his girlfriends eccentric behaviour, they had never been bothered to discover her soft side. She was Finn's rock, she stuck by him through some of the worst parts of his life.
This was no exception. Finn had never thought he would feel this amount of affection toward a Blaine. Sure he liked him, he made Kurt happy and Kurt was Finn's brother. But ever since the fire, Finn realised just how brave Blaine was and just how much Finn cared about him. He felt so very protective over Blaine. He hated seeing the pain flash across those big eyes. It was like seeing puppy get kicked, it made your heart ache.
So when Finn entered the living room he couldn't help but smile at the way Kurt and Blaine were wrapped together lying on the sofa fast asleep. When he saw them both shiver slightly, he grabbed a blanket from the back of the arm chair and draped it over them, tucking them in carefully. He stared for a second at them wavering and then leant down kissing both of their foreheads quickly, hurrying toward the kitchen.
"Thank you Finn."
Finn turned around at the barley audible voice. Blaine's eyes fluttered tiredly and he snuggled closer to the warmth of Kurt's body and dropped back off. Finn half smiled and whispered into the silence.
"No problem Blaine."