A/N: Well it has been a little while and I understand if you're annoyed and well this chapter doesn't make up for anything :P
Readers of Indistinguishable have heard the following spiel :P
Okay so the reason for that Hiatus is because of a number of things, I went back to school, I went on a weekend camp, I broke my foot, I moved rooms, I painted in my room, I got into drawing again, I started writing my original story, I started planning things for the future of my fics and then got bummed because I couldn't write them yet, I considered seeing a shrink after a particular plot line (lol jk's I'm just naturally twisted) and I am now in a relationship woo!
So enjoy!
Warnings: Kleenex is required, so is an axe... also other above 15 stuff... you get the awkward picture... carry on...
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any movies, musicals, songs, events, products, clothing, labels, schools, names or anything else you can think of I own nothing except my imagination.
This is a Kurt/Blaine fic, so if you don't like boy x boy then there is a little 'x' button in the right hand corner of this page feel free to click it in times of closed mindedness.
NOW
Kurt made sure he drove Blaine home to his house, purely because he just wanted to hold Blaine a little longer, especially after the night he'd had, hell, the night they both had, he imagined that Blaine's would have been much worse. Once inside Kurt guided the very quiet and very lost Blaine up to his room, Kurt sat him down on the edge of his bed as he knelt in front of him, he caught Blaine's eyes, his heart aching when he saw how wet they were from tears.
"Hey sweetie," Kurt whispered.
"Hey," Blaine whispered back.
"Are you hungry?" Kurt asked and Blaine shrugged "What am I kidding, you're always hungry, I will get you something to eat okay?" Kurt stood up and when he went to leave Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him back. "Stay?" Blaine pleaded and Kurt nodded.
"Do you want to lie down?" Kurt asked and Blaine nodded as he scooted back on the bed until he was able to lie down, Kurt followed and they manoeuvred until Blaine was curled up in Kurt's arms, Kurt stroking his hand through Blaine's hair. Kurt looked down at his broken boyfriend, he couldn't help but tear up slightly, not from his own pain, but Blaine's but then Kurt figured that they were so emotionally entwined now that Blaine's pain was his pain.
"I love you Blaine," Kurt whispered and after a few moments of no response he looked at Blaine's face to see that he'd fallen asleep, Kurt smiled slightly. Kurt laid in silence for a long while before sleep also succumbed him, a half hour into their nap and Blaine had stirred slightly in his sleep.
Blaine sat in the corner of Emmet's room quietly, his arms wrapped around his legs as he watched his father hit his brother, it had started when his father came into the room, Emmet was on the phone with his boyfriend and Blaine guessed that his father had over heard something.
Blaine had come into the room and saw fists being thrown, Emmet mainly blocking them, Blaine froze on the spot, he couldn't stop thinking about that night, the night that put him in the hospital.
Blaine had slid down the wall as he watched the same thing happen to his brother, Blaine kept hearing the same words 'fag' 'disgusting' faggot' 'fairy' everything came out of his fathers mouth and Blaine couldn't move.
Blaine wanted to help Emmet, Emmet had always had his back, why didn't Blaine have his now? Blaine felt weak in the corner.
"Stop," Blaine whispered but it didn't work so he repeated it a little louder but no response, Blaine wasn't sure what possessed him to do so but the word exploded out of his mouth much louder and the fighting stopped.
Cruel eyes looked at Blaine "What do you want?" his father asked harshly and Blaine swallowed thickly as words caught in his throat "do you want to help me beat the faggot out of your brother?"
Blaine shuddered and shook his head, his bottom lip trembling terribly, Bradley looked at the tears forming and the quivering lip and his own curled up in disgust "If you keep up with that whimpering boy I will have to beat it out of you too!" his father cried and Blaine bit his lip to hold back his tears.
His father was right in many aspects, though he hadn't said it at this point, Bradley Anderson had always drummed into Blaine that crying was weak, his father was right in calling him a faggot as well, that is what he is.
Emmet stood up from the bed, his legs shaking, Blaine hated the bruises and cuts coming up on his face "leave Blaine out of this," Emmet said and their father looked at him.
"I do what I want," their father growled.
"Well you're not touching him, beat me father, I don't care, but not him," Emmet said shakily and Blaine shook his head at his brother, he couldn't let Emmet be hurt any more, he was already so hurt.
"Like a faggot could stop me."
"Yes, a faggot could stop you, but you, Father, you can't stop this faggot, I am not going to change, I love men and you would understand if you were even capable of love, you can beat me all you want but that is something about me that will never change."
THWACK
Blaine watched as Emmet was flung sidewards by their fathers hit, Emmet pulled himself up again and looked at him "You can't bring me as low as you," Emmet whispered as he wiped the blood from his mouth.
Another THWACK and Emmet was falling again, this time the opposite way, Blaine watched as his brother looked down at the ground for a moment before pushing himself up again and standing in front of his father. "I WILL NEVER CHANGE!" Emmet cried as he got right into his fathers face, Blaine watched his father hit him one last time before turning on his heel and walking over to Blaine, Blaine looked up at his father.
"I dare you, Blaine Anderson, I dare you to tell me you're as dirty as him because I can promise you that I will beat you harder then him." Blaine nodded, he wouldn't disappoint his father, he couldn't, "yes sir," Blaine whispered and his father walked out of the room, Blaine hurried over to his brother.
"Hey buddie," Emmet coughed out and Blaine let a tear fall.
"I'm sorry Emmet, I should have gotten up and helped you but I kept thinking about-"
"Hush, it's okay, it was my battle to fight anyway, you're only a youngling," Emmet joked as he pushed himself up.
"I'm Fourteen, not that young," Blaine said and Emmet just laughed.
"Yeah you are."
"You're sixteen."
"Going on seventeen," Emmet sung lightly and Blaine smiled.
BANG
The door had been flung open again and their father was standing there with a suitcase, he threw it at them "Get out faggot!"
Emmet nodded and Blaine helped him stand up, "If this is how you want to play it father, then fine, I will leave," Emmet said thickly "but don't think that I am going to be worse off because of it, I will be better, I will be better because you wont be there."
"You have five minutes," Bradley said before turning around and leaving again.
"Give me a hand Blainey-boo," Emmet joked but Blaine wasn't having any of it, he wrapped his arms around Emmet tightly, Emmet rested his chin on the top of Blaine's head "It's going to be okay Blaine," Emmet whispered as Blaine sobbed.
"Come on buddy, we're okay," Emmet said and Blaine nodded, pulling his head up to look at his also crying brother.
"Promise?"
"Yeah, I do, we are better then him," Emmet assured him and Blaine nodded again, a sad smile creeping up on his face.
"We should probably pack," Blaine said and Emmet nodded.
"That's my strong boy."
Emmet packed the usual things, clothes, shoes, laptop and a few books, Emmet looked at his side table, there was a picture of, Emmet, Savannah, Blaine and the twins (who were about two when the photo was taken) Emmet picked it up and put it at the top of his suitcase before zipping it up.
Blaine followed Emmet to the stair case, watching his brother carry his suitcase down to the bottom before looking back up at Blaine and waving, Blaine smiled and waved back.
Emmet walked towards the door and that's when Blaine lost all sight of him, Blaine walked numbly back to his room, he sat at his desk, he looked at the replica picture of his siblings and him, tears fell down his face and a sob racked his body, he was next, he knew that much.
He sat at his desk crying for around five minutes before someone grabbed his collar and pulled him sideways and out of his chair, the same hands slammed him against the wall "stop crying!" his father cried as he slammed him against the wall again.
"Blaine," his father said and Blaine looked at him curiously, that didn't sound right "Blaine! Wake up!"
Blaine woke with a jolt and looked up at Kurt, Kurt looked at him sadly "you were having a nightmare," Kurt whispered.
"Not a nightmare," Blaine said with a shook of his head, "no it's worse then that."
Kurt held him tighter as he half understood, Blaine didn't cry this time, he just melted into Kurt's touch.
*****************************************************KLAINE***********************************************************
Emmet looked down at his phone, he couldn't believe what he'd just been told, he understood why Blaine had done what he'd done to Kurt, he knew the self loathing as much as him, not worse, no Emmet was defiant and had taken their fathers abuse differently. Emmet knew that Blaine had developed a sort of 'Please Everyone Syndrome' out of the three elder Anderson children, if anyone would go back to their father begging for forgiveness it would be Blaine, he just wanted love though by the sounds of things it had become worse then that.
Three knocks resounded on the front door and Emmet reluctantly stood up from his lounge and walked towards the front door, when he opened it he wasn't expecting to see his boyfriend in the doorway, Emmet leant against the frame "you should be at school."
Puck shrugged "I know that but you were a much better option," Puck responded and Emmet moved from the doorway, turning around and walking back into the house, Puck followed him, kicking the door closed.
Puck grabbed Emmet by his shoulders and they both laughed as Puck turned him "Where's my hello kiss?" Puck asked and Emmet rose one eyebrow.
"You think you deserve one?" Emmet said "you did skip school after all."
"I can't help it, I woke up thinking about you and school just wasn't an option at all today."
"Well since you're being cute and romantic I suppose you can have a kiss," Emmet said and Puck pulled him forward and pressed their lips together with a slight smack.
"Mm I was thinking about doing that the entire ride over," Puck said as he pulled his lips away, Emmet smiled.
"I think about doing that all day every day."
"Stop trying to out romantisize me," Puck said and Emmet shrugged, grabbing his hand and guiding them into the lounge.
"I could always out 'romantisize' you," Emmet joked "You are almost too sexy to be romantic," Emmet said as he straddled the recently sitting Puck.
"I could say the same about you."
"Oh really?" Emmet whispered as he came closer, scraping his lips against Puck's.
"Yeah, you're beautiful and sexy at the same time," Puck said and Emmet pressed their lips together.
"I love you Noah," Emmet whispered as they parted.
"I love you too," Puck responded and Emmet looked at him for a moment.
"You don't mind that I no longer have anything to offer you?"
Puck looked at him confused "Let's see you own your own business, an apartment, a vintage car, an obscene range of extra curricular toys," they both laughed and Emmet shrugged before laughing again, Puck caught his eyes as he continued. "But above all, Emmet, you have yourself and there is nothing, no one I would want more then that," Puck said honestly.
"I know I've already said it but I really do love you."
"I love you too but I feel like we should have sex or something because we're acting like Kurt and Blaine," Puck joked and Emmet laughed.
"Oh did I forget to mention that they're active?"
"Really?" Puck asked in astonishment.
"Yeah."
"Oh wow that has really broken my stamina," Puck said seriously and Emmet shrugged.
"Wanna watch sex and the city?"
"Okay," Puck said and Emmet climbed off of him and walked over to the TV, bending over seductively to pick up the DVD's, his pant's stretching over his ass perfectly. "Rude!" Puck cried as he threw a pillow at Emmet and Emmet just turned and poked his tongue out at him jokingly.
Emmet popped the DVD in and sauntered back over to Puck, climbing on the lounge next to him as the movie menu started up.
"Wow the roles have really swapped, Kurt and Blaine are having sex and us, we're watching middle aged women have it," Emmet joked.
"Hey I've had sex with middle aged women, they aren't that bad," Puck defended.
"Ughhh please spare me the details or my sex drive will retire," Emmet groaned and Puck just wrapped his arm around Emmet.
"When I would clean their pools they would often come out in just their bikinis, offer me a drink, I had one that-" Puck was cut off with Emmet turning in his arms and pressing a pillow to his face for a moment, muffling the words. Emmet pulled it off and Puck was still talking so instead he covered Puck's mouth with his own, silencing his boyfriend.
When he pulled off Puck looked at him dazed "Will you marry me?"
Emmet dropped the pillow and looked at him "What?"
*****************************************************KLAINE***********************************************************
Eventually Kurt had convinced Blaine into getting up with him and getting food, they were making sandwiches together in the kitchen when Kurt heard Blaine laugh again.
"What?" Kurt asked as Blaine laughed at him, Blaine just sauntered closer and wiper his thumb across Kurt's cheek, taking a bit of mayonnaise with him, Blaine showed Kurt and Kurt acted on instinct and took the thumb into his mouth.
Kurt kept eye contact with Blaine as he sucked his boyfriends thumb clean, Blaine swallowed and pulled his thumb out and pressed his lips to Kurt's, the kiss deepened instantly as they fought for dominance over the kiss, Kurt flipped them and put Blaine against the bench. Blaine pushed himself up and Kurt followed his lips as he came to stand between his boyfriend's legs, the same legs wrapped around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer. Kurt put his hands under Blaine's shirt and pulled it up and over his head, the shirt fell to the ground and Blaine started on Kurt's shirt, getting it off just as quick.
Kurt ran his hands over Blaine's chest, shoulders and then down his back as he tried to get Blaine closer, Blaine's hand's were placed firmly on either side of Kurt's face as they didn't stop kissing, it was then that Kurt silently thanked the fact that Blaine was wearing sweatpants. Kurt put his hands in Blaine's pants and cupped Blaine's ass the best way he could as he pulled Blaine closer, Blaine moaned into his mouth and Kurt removed his hands and pulled on Blaine's pants until Blaine helped him slip them off. Kurt smiled at the non existent underwear, he bit along Blaine's jaw and down his neck.
"OH GOD!" Came a cry of a completely different kind and from another person entirely, Kurt turned with wide eyes to face his just as wide eyed father.
"Dad!"
"I guess you guys are okay now?" Burt asked his hand over his eyes as he escaped looking at the boys, no, men before him.
"Uh huh, it's a long story," Kurt said simply and Burt raised his other hand.
"We will talk later I'm just going to go, I need to buy disinfectant," Burt said and Kurt looked at him confused.
"We have disinfectant."
"It's not enough, I need to clean that counter at least ten times before it will be half way clean," Burt said as he left the room with a red face and burnt eyes.
Kurt turned to look at the red faced Blaine "We should, uh, we should get dressed," Kurt suggested and Blaine nodded before bursting out laughing and Kurt decided that he would never tire of that sound.
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