Part 6 The Anderson's and the Hummel-Hudson's couldn't be more different from each other. In the Anderson's house, people didn't talk to each other. Most nights, Blaine cooked himself a box of pasta and ate dinner alone, in front of the TV. Meanwhile in Lima, Burt, Carol, Finn, and Kurt were eating together whenever they were all home. Kurt and Finn shared their feelings with Burt, while Blaine would never dream of having a heart to heart with his father. So, when something appeared to be wrong with Blaine, the first thing Kurt did was go to an adult he trusted, who he knew also cared very much about the boy—Mr. Burt Hummel, his father. It was a rainy evening, after school, and Kurt had slipped into the shop to see his father. Burt wanted to see how the tire shop was running without him being there all the time, and he was pleased it was doing well. "Hey, kiddo!" He called over his shoulder as Kurt dropped his bag on the counter. Kurt mumbled something in response, and that's what alerted Burt that something was off. He walked over to his son, sitting across from him by the checkout counter. "Kurt." He said sternly. "What's going on?" Kurt took a deep breath and glanced around, making sure Finn or Rachel weren't around. "I'm worried about…Blaine." Burt's brow furrowed. He liked Blaine. A lot, actually. The kid made his son the happiest he had ever seen him, and he had a good head on his shoulders. He was always polite, and it had taken him months for him to stop calling Burt "Sir" or "Mr. Hummel". While he rarely spoke at family dinners' unless spoken to first, Burt assumed that was just because he came from a household where his opinions weren't appreciated. Kurt had filled him in a bit on Mr. Anderson, who was unaccepting of his son. "Worried, in what way? Did something happen at home? Is he ignoring you? Did he say something to your or Finn? Does he think you cheated again?" Burt asked as Kurt got an annoyed look on his face. "Dad, this is hard enough to take about as is without you interrogating me. Just…let me talk, okay?" Burt nodded, apologetic. "I've noticed for a few months now that Blaine just seems…Off. He's unhappy, I can just tell…But I think it's getting worse. I can feel him drifting away from not just me, but everybody. He won't sing duets with Rachel during glee anymore, and he won't come and play Xbox with Sam and Finn…I just feel like something big, something bad is going on and I can't figure out what it is and it's maddening!" Kurt huffed, resting his head in his hands. He didn't realize he was on the verge of tears till he felt the dampness on his cheeks. Burt placed a hand on his son's shoulders. "I'm gonna give you my advice, buddy. Talk to him. Make him tell you what's wrong. Invite him over here or something and be persistent. If something really is wrong, you have to find out what it is so you can tell me. Then, you and I can help him." Kurt sniffled and looked up at his dad. "Really? You want me to tell you what it is when I find out." "Yes. You know I care about that boy like he is my own. I think he knows that, deep down. You love him, I love him, too. He's family, and he's always welcome here." "Thanks, dad." Kurt mumbled as he leaned forward to hug his father. Three days later, it was Saturday night. Carol, Burt, Finn, Rachel, and Mr. and Mr. Berry had all gone out for dinner together. Kurt was home alone, and had invited Blaine to come over. He was sitting on the counter waiting for him to arrive, eating a grilled tomato and cheese sandwich. He was starring off into space, thinking about what he would say to Blaine, when there was a light knock on the back door. He jumped off the counter and flat out sprinted to the door, flinging it open, and promptly jumping into Blaine's arms. Blaine was slightly shocked, but held his boyfriend around the waist and led the two of them inside, shutting the door behind them. "Whoa there, honey." Kurt laughed quietly into Blaine' neck. "Sorry." He whispered against his boyfriend's skin. "I just missed you, that's all." "How could you miss me? We see each other every day…" Kurt took a deep breath. Now was his chance. "Blaine, c'mon, sit down." He gestured towards the couch. "Let's talk." Blaine took a deep breath and sunk down into the leather. He knew what was coming. Kurt knew his dirty little secret, and he was about to confront him. He, for one, didn't know if or how he could handle it. Kurt curled up next to Blaine's side, and held his hand. "Something is different with you, love. You're unhappy, lonely, tired…I can tell even without you saying anything to me. I'm begging you, please, to just tell me what's wrong. Let me help you. That's all I want." Blaine could have broken down. He could've told Kurt everything, but he didn't. Instead, he pulled the taller boy closer to him, and kissed him passionately on the mouth. Despite the fact Kurt knew Blaine was trying to distract him, he kissed back, and then both boys lost control of themselves. In minutes Kurt was on top of Blaine, giving him hickeys while the shorter boy moaned. He reached for Blaine's cardigan and started tugging it off. Only when a cool breeze tickled his abs did Blaine realize what was about to happen. "No—Kurt!" He exclaimed, trying to push Kurt away. It was too late, though. Kurt had gotten off Blaine's shirt, revealing more than toned stomach muscles. Up his left forearm and bicep were scars, some obviously old and healed, others fresh. Kurt didn't know what to do, he was in complete shock. He moved his lips but words didn't come out. The world was spinning out of control. Blaine sat there, shirtless, his eyes wide and sad, brimming with tears. It seemed like years, but could only have been ten minutes before the boys started speaking at once. And when they did start speaking, they couldn't stop. Blaine insisted it wasn't what it looked like. Kurt started to cry, saying he had had no idea. The dark haired boy apologized and the light haired boy stopped him, refusing to hear him say "I'm sorry." They went back and forth for an endless amount of time, until they both couldn't talk anymore and just cried. They held each other, and just wept.