Kurt was awoken the next morning by someone placing a mug of coffee on the coffee table in front of him. He groaned as he rolled over and opened his eyes. His dad was sitting in his armchair, looking at him while holding a mug of streaming coffee. The aroma helped Kurt's brain wake up slightly as he yawned and stretched his limbs out.
"Is there any particular reason you slept on the sofa?" Burt asked, as Kurt sat up, leaning over to pick up the coffee. He held it between in his hands, bringing the mug up so the smell was directly under his nose. He took a deep sigh as the steam slowly alerted his brain.
"Blaine fell asleep and I didn't have the heart to wake him." He told his dad. Burt raised an eyebrow, surprised.
"So he didn't go home?" He asked.
"Not unless he snuck out in the middle of the night, no." Kurt shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Finn told me that he looked very upset last night?" Burt told him. It was more a question then anything. Kurt nodded.
"I'm not sure why though." He said, looking into his mug instead of at his dad, "He wouldn't tell me why."
"Do you think it's about the exam?" Burt asked, remembering Kurt telling him that Blaine was working very hard for it. Maybe too hard. Kurt didn't answer for a minute, looking at the coffee slowly move around the mug.
"I think its part of it." He finally said, "But I think there is something else; something important he is holding back." He sighed, before drinking his coffee. He finished it off and stood up, rubbing his aching shoulders. He must have slept at a weird angle.
"I better get ready for school." He told his Dad "Is it ok if Blaine hangs out here today if he wants to?"
"Doesn't he have school?" Burt asked. Kurt shook his head.
"They gave everyone who took the exam a day off to recover."
Burt nodded, silently drinking his coffee. Kurt smiled before walking out of the room. He placed his empty mug into the sink in the kitchen and then went down to the basement where he knew he had some clean washing. He grabbed a pair of black jeans and a red and black chequered jacket. His t-shirt was ready in his school bag from where he had made it the day before. He was very proud of it and couldn't wait to perform later today.
Kurt ironed his clothes before going into the downstairs bathroom. He showered and got dressed, glad he had his moisturising kit down here as well. He was just finishing off his hair when he heard a shout upstairs, followed by Finn yelling his name.
"Kurt!"
Kurt rushed out of the bathroom and ran up the stairs two at a time. Finn was standing at the door of Kurt's bedroom, which was open. He could hear shouts coming from inside the room. He ran to Finn's side to see inside. Blaine was thrashing around in the bed, legs kicking the duvet off and his arms up in front of him as if he was trying to defend himself from something.
"I heard yells so I opened the door." Finn told Kurt, his face pale, "I thought you were hurt, I didn't know Blaine was in here."
Kurt barely heard him as he rushed to Blaine's side, trying to grab hold of his hands.
"Blaine!" He said loudly over the screams. Blaine jumped awake as Kurt shook him. He looked around, eyes wide and moist. He looked confused as he tried to figure out where he was. His eyes caught sight of Kurt standing over him and relaxed slightly.
"You're ok, it was just a dream." Kurt told him, taking his hands and rubbing his knuckles with his thumb. Finn had left them, closing the door behind him, so they were alone now. Blaine sat up and hugged Kurt, his breathing heavy as he tried to calm himself down. Kurt kissed his hair, whispering to smooth Blaine.
"You're safe, I've got you."
Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip as he held onto Kurt tightly. Everything that happened yesterday came rushing back to him and he once again struggled to hold back the tears.
"You fell asleep so I slept downstairs." Kurt told him, still hugging him, "I have to go to school but you can stay here if you want."
Blaine was the one that broke the embrace, looking at Kurt, who smiled at him.
"You can sleep some more, and have a shower." He told Blaine, "Just relax."
Blaine managed to smile, the concept of relaxing very appalling.
"Do you want to come see our performance later?" Kurt asked.
"Y...yeah." Blaine smiled, knowing Kurt would love him to watch it. Kurt beamed and kissed Blaine fondly.
"I have to get going." He said, placing a hand on Blaine's cheek and creasing it gently, "Text me if you need anything."
"Thanks." Blaine said, leaning forward and kissing Kurt again. This one lasted a little longer. It wasn't hard and passionate, instead soft and gentle. They broke away reluctantly and Blaine watched Kurt leave. He sighed and laid back down on the bed. He listened as people moved around downstairs and marvelled in how comfortable the bed was. It was amazing. It felt like heaven. Everything smelt like Kurt and he wrapped the cover around himself, imagining he was being hugged by him.
The house grew quiet as people went to school and work, and Blaine felt himself drafting off again.
He jumped awake at about noon, shaking from the recent nightmare. He shook it off, and was surprised as he looked at his phone to see the time. He hadn't slept this late in ages. It felt nice, even if the sleep was ruined by the terror at the end. Blaine decided it was time to get up and ready.
Not showering at the school was amazing. He had warm, soft towels and he didn't have to worry about people walking in. The water was warmer and Kurt had shelves full of products to choose from. Blaine stepped out of the shower feeling cleaner then he had in ages.
So relaxed and clean, Blaine walked downstairs with caution. It was weird being in Kurt's house without him there. It just didn't feel right somehow.
Blaine went into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water and was surprised to see Carole in there. She smiled at him warmly from where she was standing at the counter, making a sandwich.
"I was wondering if you were still sleeping." She said, kindly, "Do you want some lunch?"
"I'm ok thank you." Blaine said, not feeling hungry, "I was thinking about meeting Kurt at school soon."
"Come on, you need to eat Dear." Carole said, sitting Blaine done at the kitchen table, "I'll make you a quick sandwich."
Blaine forced a smile; not really wanting any food but he didn't want to disappoint Carole. He was quiet as she made him a ham and lettuce sandwich and he thanked her politely. He felt that strange feeling again like he had when he had met Carole in Walmart last week. The nice feeling twinge with disappointment and sadness. He remembered sitting at the table in the kitchen at his house, talking with his mum while she made him lunch. They use to always talk away at lunch, until her life became consumed with alcohol and depression.
After the silent meal, in which Carole looked at Blaine with concern a lot, he washed his plate and said thank you to the mum. She just smiled, saying there was no need for thanks.
Not really knowing what to do, Blaine drove to the Lima Bean. He was meeting Kurt after school and thought he should greet him with a coffee. An hour later he was sitting in the auditorium waiting for the Glee kids to come in.
Puck and Lauren were the first ones in there and Puck greeted him with a grin on his face.
"Hey, it's my man Blaine." He smiled, sitting down next to him. Blaine found this quite strange as they had only spoken a few times before. The New Directions kids were known for being friendly though.
"Hey." Blaine smiled.
"You coming tonight?" Puck asked. He was talking about the party he was throwing for Kurt. Kurt had told Blaine about it earlier in the week and was really looking forward to it. Blaine not so much. He was still in the crawling in a dark hole and dying alone stage and didn't really want to be around a lot of people. He was tagging along though as it was a party for Kurt and he kind of had to go.
"Yeah." Blaine replied. Puck's grin grew, scaring Blaine slightly.
"Great." He said, "Me, Lauren and Santana were going to all chip in for some drink, wanna join us?"
"I thought you lot signed a contact with your teacher to not drink until after nationals?" Blaine asked, confused. Puck and Lauren laughed.
"We did." Lauren told him, "But Mr Schue also said that he knew it was unrealistic."
"And of course we're going to drink at a party." Puck said, "You were a lot of fun at Rachel's party, when you weren't smacking on Rach that is, so we thought that you might want a drink or two."
"Kurt told us how stressed out you've been, this is a chance to chill." Lauren told him. Blaine thought about this. He did also feel good when he was drinking. It would probably help him take his mind off things. He smiled at the two students and nodded.
"Ok, how much do you need?"
Both Puck and Lauren smiled.
"A tenner would do." Puck said, "It's only to get some sprits and beer."
Blaine fished around in his wallet and got out a ten dollar bill. He gave it to Puck.
"Kurt choice a good one." He said, taking it.
The rest of the New Directions came in then and Kurt bounced over to Blaine, smiling. Before Blaine could greet him, Kurt placed a kiss on his lips. Blaine kissed back, surprised but glad of the soft lips against his.
"How are you feeling?" Kurt asked, sitting down next to him.
"Better." Blaine lied. He didn't feel any different. A bit less numb but that was it. He gave Kurt the coffee, who squealed with thanks. Everyone was excited about the performance and also the party afterwards, meaning they were all chatting away.
"Does your teacher know you are having a party?" Blaine asked, turning to Kurt. He had been watching Mercedes and Tina dance around the stage. Kurt nodded, downing the rest of his coffee.
"It's all everyone's been talking about." He told Blaine, "He has Puck's house number so he can check up on us."
Blaine was impressed at how much the teacher cared about his students and also slightly surprised. It seemed a bit unusual to him, but that might be because all the teachers at Dalton were old fashioned and strict and none of his teachers at his old school gave a fuck about anyone.
Kurt gave him another kiss before joining everyone else up on the stage. Blaine sat there silently, watching as everyone joked around and chatted with each other. Within ten minutes the performance had begun and Kurt was standing at the front of the stage. Blaine smiled as he started to sing. Mercedes and Tina joined Kurt on stage and Blaine bit his lip as they opened Kurt's t-shirt to reveal his t-shirt.
Likes boys.
It was prefect and very sexy. Blaine admired Kurt's courage at wearing a t-shirt with such a bold statement. He was also very proud of Kurt. He couldn't believe how brave Kurt was. He wished he was that brave. Blaine was proud of who he was but his father had made him scared to be who he was in public.
Blaine kept biting his lip as he watched Kurt moved his hips and dance around the stage. He was extremely sexy the way he moved and the way he kept glancing over to Blaine and grinning.
The performance ended and Kurt came off the stage and came over to Blaine, smiling.
"What did you think?" Kurt asked, sitting next to him.
"What happened to baby penguin?" Blaine asked, smiling at Kurt as he beamed back. There was a small droplet of sweat on Kurt's forehead, making him look even sexier.
"I'm glad you liked it." He whispered in Blaine's ear, flicking Blaine's skin slightly with his tongue, teasing him. Blaine couldn't help but laugh at the act and took Kurt's hand.
"Like the shirt?" Kurt asked. Blaine leant towards him and caught his lips.
"I love it." He said, "I want one."
Kurt smiled, bouncing slightly on the chair. He was always on a high after he performance.
"My house, 6 o'clock." Puck called out to the group as people started to leave the auditorium.
"Behave yourselves." Mr Schuester told everyone, "Call me if anyone gets into any trouble."
"Why don't you join us Mr Schue?" Finn laughed, jumping off the stage. Everyone in the glee club laughed, as the teacher raised an eyebrow. He waved them out before leaving via the side of the stage.
"Come on." Kurt smiled, "Let's go get ready."
Blaine lied to Kurt and said that he had picked up a change of clothes at home, so when he went to get some clean clothes out of his car it didn't look weird. He got dressed in dark blue skinny jeans, a red v neck and black converse. He stayed quiet while he waited in the living room with Finn for Kurt to get ready.
When he finally came downstairs, he took Blaine's breath away. This was nothing new though. Kurt always managed to take his breath away. Just his presence did it. Kurt was wearing skin tight black jeans, which hugged his bum and hips perfectly and was wearing a tight white t-shirt and had braces on, along with a slick black skinny tie. He sat down next to Blaine, pulling on white boots.
"Ready to party?" He asked, smiling at the two boys.
They travelled to Puck's house in Kurt's car. Puck's mum and sister had gone to his aunt's for the weekend so the house was empty. He was just using Kurt coming back to McKinley as an excuse to throw a party. Not like Puck needed an excuse.
The house was already packed with the New Directions kids and Kurt ran in to greet everyone with smiles. It was a different atmosphere then when they arrived at Rachel's party. People were already laughing and chatting away. Most people were in the living room, but Blaine found himself being pulled to the kitchen by Lauren nearly as soon as Kurt left his side.
"We got everything we needed." She told him, showing him a shopping bag that contained a bottle of vodka, some tequila, apple sourz, Hawaii punch and a six pack of beers.
"How did you get all this?" Blaine asked, impressed with the amount.
"Fake id, bro." Puck said, coming in to the kitchen.
"Our plan is to spike our own coke or punch with vodka at first." Lauren told him, "Then when everyone is too engaged with each other to notice our absence, we are going to sneak to the garden and go crazy."
"By the time people notice we are missing, we will be too wasted to care about Mr Schue's contract." Puck laughed. Blaine nodded, liking the sound of the wasted part. Lauren got some plastic cups and poured some coke into them. She then poured a generous amount of vodka in each one.
"Cheers." Puck grinned, knocking his cup against Blaine's and Lauren's.
Here's to forgetting everything, Blaine thought, taking a gulp of the drink. He could taste the undertones of vodka within the sweetness of the coke.
Santana came into the room at that point, looking like thunder. She looked very pissed off and upset.
"Puck, drink, now." She growled. Puck began to pour the coke, but Santana grabbed the vodka and took a swig of it. Blaine wondered what was wrong, but didn't ask.
"So are you joining us with the drinking, Hobbit?" She asked. Blaine raised his eyebrows, not really liking the nickname but accepting it.
"Of course he is." Puck grinned, putting an arm round his shoulders. Santana nodded, pouring vodka into her drink.
"What's wrong, Santana?" Puck asked, also noticing how much she pouring into the drink.
"I haven't drunk in weeks." She told him, "Stupid Mr Schue."
Kurt came into the kitchen then with Mercedes. They had their arms round each other and smiling. Lauren stood in front of the bag, hiding the drink.
"Hey sweetie." Kurt smiled, breaking away from Mercedes and wrapping his arm around Blaine's waist. He smiled at Blaine before taking his drink and taking a sip. His eyebrows rose as he tasted it.
"Chill Hummel." Puck said, "We're just having a few drinks."
Blaine bit his lip as he felt Kurt's eyes on him. He didn't want Kurt to disapprove.
"Wanna join?" Lauren asked, holding out a cup. Kurt heisted.
"Come on, you didn't even sign the contract." Puck laughed.
"I'll drive." Finn said. Most people had gathered in the kitchen now and had heard the conversation. Kurt smiled and took the cup, sipping it gingerly. Everyone around the room cheered, never seeing Kurt drink before. Most of them knew about his little incident in his sophomore year, Mercedes, Tina and Finn had looked after him until his dad got there, but none of them had actually seen him drink.
Nearly everyone had something to drink in the first hour. They all sat in the living room, chatting and laughing together. No one, part from Puck, Lauren, Blaine and Santana, actually wanted to get drunk, so the four teenagers didn't drink again for a little while, even though Blaine noticed Puck and Santana kept sneaking into the kitchen. He knew they were taking swigs of the sprits.
Another hour passed and music was buzzing and people were dancing and singing. Kurt was engrossed in conversation with everyone, with Blaine just sitting on the couch. He had been struggling to speak to people, only making polite chatter. He had been nursing his cup, watching his boyfriend enjoying himself. It didn't make him feel upset; he was happy for Kurt and was glad that he was enjoying himself. Kurt really did look happy.
Blaine noticed Puck, Santana and Lauren leave a little while later, with Puck indicating to Blaine with his head to go to the kitchen. No one seemed to notice as Blaine stood up and followed them.
Lauren grinned as she grabbed the bottles of alcohol and Puck grabbed the beer.
"Come on Warbler." He said, heading outside. Out in the garden they sat round a garden table and Puck handed out shot glasses. He poured each person a shot of apple sourz and they downed it together.
"Drinking game." Santana said, already sounding slightly tipsy, making Blaine wonder how much she had already drunk.
"Have you ever." Puck smiled, giving everyone a shot of sourz again.
"Hobbit you go first." Santana grinned.
"Eh..." Blaine thought, caught off guard. He held his shot glass, twirling it around in his fingers.
"I have never... drunk sourz." As this was a lie, Blaine downed his shot, along with his three companions. Lauren grinned, shaking her head disapprovingly at the easy suggestion.
"I've never kissed a girl." Puck grinned. Again everyone drunk. Santana, Puck and Blaine looked at Lauren.
"Summer camp." She offered as an answer.
"I've never kissed a boy." Santana grinned. Everyone drunk.
"What?" Santana laughed at Puck.
"It was just an experiment." Puck grinned, "I'm not gay though, just open."
After having 4 shots Blaine was already feeling relaxed and slightly more cheerful. He sat back in his seat, laughing as Lauren asked about shop lifting and Puck and Santana drunk, and Puck went on a massive rant that he was unfairly accessed. Everyone seemed to be doing easy ones, or ones they know someone else had to do, so everyone was drinking quite a bit.
"I've never had sex!" Santana yelled, holding her shot glass up and giggling. She downed it, along with Puck and Lauren. Blaine didn't though and as a result got shocked looks from the three other teenagers.
"You and Hummel haven't done the dirty yet?" Puck asked, clearly surprised. Blaine shrugged as Santana put an arm round his shoulders.
"That is why you are so uptight, you need to get fucked!" She told him. Blaine blushed at her bluntness and bowed his head in embarrassment.
"Forget Blaine, Kurt needs to get laid." Puck said, refilling their glasses. They had now run out of sourz.
"We're just waiting for the right moment." Blaine told them.
"Better not do it tonight then." Lauren laughed, "Won't be very romantic with you sloshed out of your mind."
"I'm not drunk." Blaine protested, looking up.
"Defiantly heading that way Warbler." Lauren said. Santana, who still had her arm around Blaine's shoulder, kissed him on the cheek and leant her head on his shoulder. Blaine decided that she was definitely drunk.
As they ran out of sourz, they changed the sprit along with the game. They got the tequila and tried to think of inventive ways to lick the salt and suck the lime. This included licking the salt off Santana's neck and Puck's forehead, and biting the lime off Blaine's curls which held it perfectly.
By now Blaine felt pleasantly numb and everything that was happening seemed to be going on in a blur. He laughed as Lauren fished around in his curls, unable to concentrate in her drunken state and without her glasses which had been stolen by Puck again, and also as Santana licked the salt off his hand, doing so in a very flirty manner.
However the good, cheerful, hyper mood changed quite quickly. Puck and Lauren had gone off somewhere, probably to make out, leaving him and Santana alone. They had been chatting when both their moods went south.
Blaine started to think about his dad and how he could possible move back in somehow. He was fed up of his car. Santana had gone quiet, fiddling with her jacket. Blaine had never seen her this quiet before. It was strange.
"Want a cigar?" She asked suddenly, getting a small tin box out of her pocket. Blaine shook his head but watched as Santana lit a small cigar and took a puff. She blew out a thick cloud of smoke and then held it out for Blaine. He hesitated, but curiosity got the better of him and he took it. He placed the small, brown stick in-between his lips and inhaled. Smoke filled his mouth and throat and he chocked. He handed it back, coughing and holding his chest.
Santana chuckled, putting the cigar to her lips again. They sat in silence for a little while as Santana took slow drags from her cigar. Blaine watched the Latina girl, a question bubbling in his stomach.
"I know about you and Karofsky." He said. Santana grinned, raising a slick eyebrow and throwing the butt of her cigar down, stomping it out.
"And what do you know about?" She asked.
"I know about you... your arrangement." Blaine told her, "I know about Karofsky and I know about you." He was saying this all slowly, not wanting to slur and also unsure about how she was going to react.
"I see the way you look at Brittany." Blaine said. Santana, who had token the vodka outside earlier, took a swig of it.
"And how is that?" She asked.
"With love." Blaine said simply. Santana looked like she was going to get angry with him but her face softened and she started to cry.
"Hey, hey." Blaine said, starting to panic. He hadn't wanted to make her cry. He put a hand on her arm and she moved closer to him, suddenly sitting in his lap and crying in to his neck. Blaine was very surprised by this and rubbed her back nervously.
"Am I that obvious?" She asked, looking up at Blaine. Her make had smudged and Blaine wiped under her eye, removing some of the eyeliner that had started to trial down her face along with her tears.
"You forget I am gay, right?" He asked, a sad smile on his face, "I have great gayder."
Santana nodded, sniffing. Blaine briefly remembered Kurt telling him that Santana was a weepy drunk, probably because when she was sober she tried to be strong willed and feisty. Alcohol let her break her barriers down.
"I'll be your beard." Blaine suddenly said, catching both him and Santana off guard. She looked at him, a frown on her face.
"Your beard?" She asked. Blaine nodded, the question now making sense to him. It was perfect.
"Yeah, I mean, I am so much better looking than Karofsky." He grinned, "I can be your arm candy."
Santana laughed, shaking her head and putting her head on his shoulder. He kept rubbing her back.
"Why would you want to do that?" She asked, trailing circles on his shirt. They were really close that they were practically breathing the same air. However, Blaine didn't feel any kind of sexual attraction to her. She was pretty and had a stunning body, and she smelt nice, but she wasn't what Blaine wanted.
"I need to be straight." He whispered. Santana leant her head up, looking at him. He looked away, biting his lip.
"Why?" She asked. She sounded like a curious child; all innocent like.
"Because that is the only way my Dad will let me back home." He said. Santana sat up and looked at him, frowning.
"What?" She asked. Blaine sighed.
"He kicked me out because I'm gay." He told her, "But I need to go home because I need to look after my little sister."
"So you're thinking of dumping Kurt?" Santana asked, looking at him intently. He bit his lip, tears rising in his throat.
"I don't know." He chocked, "It might be the only way."
Santana stood up then, stumbling off his lap. She held out her hand, indicating for Blaine to take it. She dragged him up and he realised how drunk he was then. The movement made his hand spin and his stomach turn. He was very unstable on his legs as Santana lead him back into the house. She was just as bad and Blaine had to marvel at how neither of them fell over.
They stopped at the doorway to the living room, where most of the New Directions members were. They were playing singstar and Brittany and Kurt were singing together, standing up in the middle of the room and holding the microphone between them. They were singing 'I want to dance with somebody' together and everyone was laughing and singing along. Blaine looked at Kurt, whose eyes were shiny with happiness and his smile was just breathtaking.
"Do you really want to give him up because your dick of a Father?" Santana asked, still holding his hand. Blaine bit his lip and shook his head.
No, he didn't want to give Kurt up for anything.
"I...I'm going to go to the bathroom." Blaine said, feeling sick, "I...I think I'm going to throw up."
Santana nodded, pointing to the stairs. He rushed up them, hanging onto the rails so not to fall. Santana watched him go, before turning back to the living room in time to see the song end and Brittany jump up and down in excitement. She rushed over to Artie, laughing and sitting on his lap, kissing him. Santana looked away, tears stinging her eyes again.
"Are you ok?" Kurt asked, coming over to her. He noticed the tear tracks down her cheeks. She nodded, wiping underneath her eyes. Kurt smiled at her, rubbing her shoulder.
"Where's Blaine? I heard he was outside with you." He asked, looking around, expecting to see his boyfriend pop up somewhere.
"He's upstairs in the bathroom." Santana told him, "I think he drank too much."
"How much did you lot give him?" Kurt asked, concerned.
"You know us." She smiled. Kurt sighed, heading up the stairs after Blaine. He got to the bathroom door and could hear the clear sounds of someone throwing up.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked, knocking on the door, "Sweeties, it's me, open the door."
"It's open." He heard Blaine mumble. Kurt opened the door slowly, and went in. The unpleasant smell of vomit greeted him. Blaine was sitting on the floor, sweating and pale. He was clutching his shirt tightly with his hand, his face screwed up in pain. Kurt rushed over to him, kneeling down and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you ok?" Kurt asked.
"I...I'm sorry." Blaine said, sounding out of breath and in pain.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, noticing that Blaine was starting to hyperventilate. He was having another panic attack. He shook his head, closing his eyes and struggling to breathe.
"Hey, it's ok." Kurt told him, his voice low and soft, "Calm down Sweetie." He put a hand under Blaine's chin and raised his head so their eyes connected. Blaine's eyes were wet with tears and bloodshot and tired.
"I'm here." Kurt told him, smiling slightly to calm him, "I'm going to look after you."
A sob escaped Blaine's mouth and tears began to roll down his cheeks. Kurt, surprised, moved closer to him and wrapt an arm around his shoulder and hugged him.
"Calm down, Blaine." Kurt mumbled against his ear, stroking his hair, "Just breathe, ok."
Blaine nodded, clutching Kurt's arm with his hand tightly and leaning against him. He closed his eyes and listened to Kurt's heart beat, trying to get his breathing under control. His chest was on fire from where he had thrown up and he felt really vulnerable. Kurt rocked him until he was able to breathe normally again, even though he was still crying softly. Tears were silently making their way down his face.
"What's wrong Baby?" Kurt asked once he had calmed down.
"I'm a massive fuck up." Blaine mumbled, the alcohol making his tongue loose. Kurt had never heard Blaine swear before so was surprised at the statement.
"No you're not." Kurt told him. Blaine bit his lip, nodded hard against Kurt's shoulder.
"I am so pathetic and stupid." He told Kurt, his heart finally telling him how he felt, "I can't do anything right."
"Blaine, you're not." Kurt said firmly, looking down at him and kissing his forehead. Blaine closed his eyes at the touch, tears growing heavier.
"You don't know some stuff about me." He mumbled, sitting up and backing away from Kurt. Kurt watched him, frowning with concern.
"You can tell me anything Blaine." He told him. Blaine held his head his hands, shaking it and breathing heavily.
"I can't." He said, "I'm so pathetic, you...you wouldn't like me if you knew."
Kurt scooted closer to him, holding his arms gently and taking his hands away from his face.
"Nothing you tell me will make me not like you, Blaine." Kurt told him quietly. Blaine looked up into the blue eyes. Kurt looked sincere and worried.
"I...I..." Blaine started nervously, "I live in my car."
A wave of relief flew over Blaine and he closed his eyes. He had said it. He had told Kurt, but he didn't want to see the expression on Kurt's face.
"Why?" Kurt asked. He was taken aback and didn't really know what Blaine meant. Blaine bit his lip, looking down.
"My...my Dad kicked me out." His voice cracked and refreshed tears rolled down his cheeks. Kurt was shocked but moved closer to Blaine, hugging him tightly. Blaine bowed his head and leant it against Kurt's chest, shaking with tears.
"When did this happen?" Kurt asked, struggling not cry himself as he watched Blaine broke down in front of him.
"When I got these injuries." Blaine cried, burying his face deeper into Kurt's shirt. Kurt froze for a minute, realisation coming to him. He felt cold and he couldn't speak for a moment as a cry was trapped in his throat.
"Blaine." He said, looking down at the crying boy. Blaine didn't move, part from the sobs shaking his small body.
"Blaine, how did you get the injuries?" Kurt asked. Blaine still didn't respond so Kurt placed a hand on his chin and gently moved his face so Blaine had to look at him.
"How did you get the injuries?" He asked again. Blaine's eyes were full of sorrow and reject as he answered.
"My Dad." He mumbled, a lot of pure defeat on his face.
"How...how long?" Kurt asked, a bare whisper. He needed to know how long Blaine had been suffering.
"Since my Mum left." Blaine mumbled. Kurt shook his head and wiped Blaine's cheek with his thumb. Blaine's eyes looked so empty.
"You got these injuries nearly three weeks ago, why didn't you tell me?" Kurt asked. Blaine looked back down, mumbling something about 'pathetic' and 'hate me'.
"Why would I hate you?" Kurt asked, rubbing Blaine's back. Blaine didn't respond, as he started to cry harder. He felt stupid and weak. Why did he have to go and tell Kurt? And Santana and Sam? No one needed to know how much he life fails.
Kurt rubbed his back, and stroked his hair, trying to comfort him. The alcohol had made all his emotions so much more heightened and Blaine couldn't stop crying.
"I failed the exam." Blaine cried, "I screwed up my future."
"You don't know-" Kurt started but Blaine shook his head.
"I fell asleep." He said, angrily, "I didn't even finish one section of it."
"It doesn't matter, Sweetie." Kurt mumbled against his ear, "There are other options."
Blaine shook his head roughly against him, refusing to believe anything.
"Come on, let's get you home." Kurt said, realising that in his drunken state, Blaine was going to be unable to accept anything he says. A better comfort would probably be going to back to somewhere quiet and friendly, having some water and going to sleep. They would be able to speak about it in the morning.
Blaine didn't make an effect to move though, and stayed sitting against Kurt, his head rested against Kurt's chest, his hands gripping Kurt's arms that were wrapped around him. Kurt rocked him gently, waiting for Blaine to calm down. He was truly shocked at everything that Blaine had told him and was holding back the tears that were trying to push their way through. He couldn't believe that Blaine had not told him any of this. Kurt had known that something was wrong but he never dreamt it was this bad.
About twenty minutes later, Finn knocked on the door.
"Are you ok?" He asked, coming in and looking at them. Kurt nodded, still holding Blaine.
"Could you drive us home?" Kurt asked. Finn nodded, deciding not to ask any questions. Kurt helped Blaine up, who was unsteady on his feet. He leant heavily on Kurt, not wanting to separate from him.
"I've got you." Kurt whispered to Blaine as they walked downstairs. Finn told everyone that they were leaving as Kurt walked to the car with Blaine. He helped him into the back of Finn's car. Blaine didn't speak as he curled up to Kurt's side. His tears had stopped and he looked blankly in front of him, not speaking, not moving. Kurt began to sing softly to him 'I see the light' from Tangled. Blaine closed his eyes, listening intently. It was the most calming thing Kurt had done yet and Blaine began to fall asleep listening to him.
Kurt leant his cheek against Blaine's head, holding him tight. He felt very shaken up. He couldn't believe what Blaine was going through and he didn't understand why Blaine hadn't told him.
Doesn't he trust me, Kurt thought sadly.
Finn pulled up outside their house and Kurt pushed these thoughts out of his head as Blaine woke up, looking around. He seemed confused as he realised he was in a car.
"Come on, let's get you inside." Kurt said gently, getting out of the car. Blaine nodded, taking Kurt's outstretched hand and struggling out of the car. Kurt wrapped an arm around his waist, bringing him close to him, and helped him up the path where Burt greeted them in a dressing grown and holding a mug of hot chocolate. He was obviously on his way to bed.
"You're back early." He said, frowning in concern as Kurt lead Blaine to the sofa and sat him down.
"I'm going to get you some water." Kurt told him, before kissing his forehead and walking to the kitchen with his dad following him. Finn sat down next to Blaine and placed a hand on his shoulder; an attempt to comfort him.
"Is he drunk?" Burt asked. Kurt nodded, his lips pressed together tightly. His hands were shaking as he got a glass out of the cupboard.
"Are you ok?" Burt asked, noticing the tears in Kurt eyes and the quiver of his lip. Kurt nodded, placing the glass down on the counter and leaning his hands on the side, bowing his head.
"Kurt, what's wrong?" Burt asked firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Kurt turned around, his eyes red from unshed tears.
"It was his Dad." He told Burt, "His Dad hurt him."
Tears escaped and ran down his cheeks. Burt looked shocked and disgusted. Kurt bowed his head and covered his eyes with the palm of his hands. Burt stepped forward and put his arms round Kurt's shoulders. Kurt cried into his chest, trying to control his tears.
He shouldn't be crying; he had to be out there looking after Blaine.
After a short moment of allowing his dad to comfort him, Kurt moved back, wiping his eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Blaine...Blaine's Dad kicked him out." Kurt told Burt. Kurt could see the anger boiling in his Dad's eyes but Burt stayed calm.
"He can stay here." He told Kurt. Kurt wiped the reminder of the tears away and managed a small smile.
"Thanks, I'll sleep down here."
Burt shook his head.
"Blaine needs you tonight." He told Kurt, "Just don't do anything else but sleep."
Kurt nodded, turning around and filling the glass, trying to compose himself. He went back into the living room where Blaine was curled up on the sofa, his head resting on a very awkward Finn's arm.
"We'll need to phone the Police." Burt told Kurt, meaning in the morning. Blaine's head snapped up then and his eyes became alert.
"No!" He cried out, standing up and rushing over to Burt. He grabbed the phone which was on a table next to Burt so he couldn't reach it.
"Please don't call the Police." Blaine begged, his other hand reaching up to clutch Burt's dressing grown. There was a look of desperation in Blaine's eyes and he looked like he was going to have another panic attack.
Burt looked shocked and Kurt put a hand on Blaine's shoulder.
"You can't call them, you can't." Blaine cried, "They'll take Amber away."
Kurt took hold of Blaine's hand as he started to cry.
"It's ok Blaine." Kurt said softly, peeling Blaine's hands away from his dad and spinning him around so they were facing each other. His eyes were full of fear and wet with tears.
"They'll take her away again." Blaine cried, burying his head into Kurt's neck.
"We won't call the Police." Kurt told him, holding him close as he sobbed.
"They'll take her."
"No one is taking Amber." Kurt told him, looking at his dad. Burt's eyes were wide with shock at the reaction. Finn was still sitting on the sofa watching the scene and was unsure what to do.
"Let's get you to bed Baby." Kurt mumbled into Blaine's ear, rubbing his back slowly, "We'll talk about this is in the morning." He took the phone off Blaine and placed it back on the cradle.
"Please." Blaine begged, clutching Kurt's t-shirt tightly and crying into his neck.
"We won't." Kurt told him, before gently leading him towards the stairs.
"You need to sleep Sweetie." Kurt said calmly, "Everything will be clearer in the morning."
Kurt managed to get Blaine upstairs and into his bedroom. Finn followed with the glass of water, placing it on the bedside table as Kurt gently sat Blaine down on the bed and took off his shoes.
"Thanks." Kurt mumbled to Finn as he left looking worried and shut the door.
"I'm sorry." Blaine whispered, tears still rolling down his cheeks.
"What for?" Kurt asked, pulling Blaine's legs up so he was lying on the bed.
"I ruined your party." Blaine told him. Kurt sat down next to him and lent down to kiss his tears away.
"No you didn't." Kurt reassured him.
"I did." Blaine said, "I don't mean to be so pathetic, I'm sorry."
"Shh." Kurt tried to smooth him, "Don't be silly, you're not pathetic, you're perfect."
Blaine shook his head, his eyes lowered so he wasn't looking at Kurt. Kurt loosed his tie and grabbed his night clothes.
"I'll be back in a second, Sweetie." He told Blaine, kissing his forehead, before running into the bathroom. He got changed in a heartbeat, not thinking about putting his clothes in the hamper or doing his night skin treatment. He just wanted to be back with Blaine.
Kurt went back to the room and curled into the bed next to Blaine, who was still silently crying.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled again as Kurt laid down facing him. Kurt ran his thumb under Blaine's eyes, wiping away some of the tears.
"There's nothing you need to be sorry about." Kurt told him. Blaine reached up and clutched Kurt's arm, keeping his hand against Blaine's cheek. It wasn't a tight grip but Kurt could feel the desperation in the hold.
"I... I've been thinking about breaking up with you." Blaine admitted. Kurt felt his stomach drop and heart twist. He was unable to speak for a moment. Blaine couldn't look at him, and more tears leaked from his eyes at the confession.
"W... Why?" Kurt asked. Blaine let out a sob and moved closer so his head was against Kurt's chest.
"I thought if I had a girlfriend my Dad would let me live back at home." Blaine told him, shaking violently with sobs, "I thought it would be better that way."
He moved closer to Kurt, clutching Kurt's t-shirt in tight fists.
"I'm sorry." Blaine cried, "I don't want to leave you, I just thought it was the only way to look after Amber."
Kurt held Blaine close to him, rubbing circles in his back to comfort the crying boy. Seeing Blaine in this much pain and anguish was causing Kurt's heart to break. He couldn't believe he hadn't realised that Blaine was this deeply hurt. He felt guilty that it had taken alcohol for Blaine to open up to him.
"It's ok, I understand." Kurt whispered in his ear, "We'll make sure Amber is ok, you just need to sleep for now."
They laid there for a while with Kurt holding Blaine and whispering quietly in his ear. Blaine slowly calmed down, reducing himself to a hiccupping state.
"You won't leave me, will you?" Blaine asked, his voice cracked and broken from the crying he had done. Kurt leant down and kissed his forehead tenderly.
"I'll be here when you wake up." He promised. Blaine settled down in Kurt's arm and fell into a peaceful sleep.
Blaine woke the next morning slowly. His head hurt and his ribs were screaming at him. He also felt very sick and his throat was hurting. He realised though that he hadn't woke up screaming and thrashing about and it took him a second or two to work out why.
But then a body shifted next to him and he felt arms tighten around him. He could smell Kurt's scent and he couldn't help but smile as he realised that he was lying in bed with the boy he loved.
However, the happiness was only short lived as he remembered the events of last night. He felt his skin crawl in embarrassment and he was nervous. He knew that today was going to be a long day and he would spend the majority of it explaining his situation and Kurt would finally realise how weak he was.
Blaine opened his eyes, frowning in the morning light. His frown soon disappeared as he saw Kurt, who was still asleep. The morning light highlighted his pale skin and his soft eyelashes. Blaine could see the few freckles that dotted Kurt's skin. He counted them. There were four; two on his nose, one on his left cheek and one just under his lip. His lips were parted just slightly and Blaine could feel his breath on his cheek, tickling the skin just slightly. His hair was messy and loose from last night's hold. The sun coming through the curtains made a few strands shine and they seemed to glow under the light.
If it wasn't for the nauseous that Blaine was feeling he would want this moment to last forever. It was such a perfect moment and he just wanted to lie next to Kurt forever.
However, his stomach had other ideas as he felt it groan in warning. Blaine sat up, waking Kurt, and rushed to the bathroom. The moment was spoiled as he empty his already empty stomach into the toilet. He groaned, sitting down on the floor and leaning against the bath tub. He felt very sick.
"Are you ok?" Kurt asked, coming into the bathroom holding the glass of water. He handed it to Blaine, who drank it in large gulps. The cool liquid ran down his throat, washing away the bile and gross taste.
"My head hurts." Blaine groaned, leaning his head back against the edge of the tub. Kurt sat down on the floor next to him, resting a hand on his leg.
"I think I need to talk to Santana and Puck about giving you alcohol." Kurt said, jokingly. Blaine nodded.
"Yeah, I think I said why too much last night." He said seriously. He was looking away from Kurt so didn't see his shocked look.
"Blaine, the things you told me last night were very serious."
Blaine looked to Kurt and saw his sad and slightly hurt look. He took a tired sigh.
"I didn't want you to know about them things." Blaine told him, "I didn't want you to know how weak I am."
Kurt took Blaine's hand and kissed his knuckles.
"I would never think you were weak."
"All I do is run." Blaine said, "I ran from the bullies, I ran from my Dad and I tried to run from my sexuality."
He felt tears whelm up in his eyes but he held them back, deciding he cried enough last night. Kurt moved closer to Blaine, so he was leaning against the bath tub as well. Blaine took this as an invitation and leant his head against Kurt's shoulder. Their fingers became intertwined as Kurt leant his cheek on Blaine's head.
"I think you're very brave." Kurt told him seriously. Blaine didn't say anything but he felt an overwhelming sense of love as Kurt spoke these words. He was so grateful for Kurt.
They stayed like for a while. Silently sitting there with their skin touching and their breathing becoming in synch. It was comforting and felt so normal.
"I didn't get the full story last night." Kurt finally said. Blaine swallowed nervously, knowing that this was coming.
"Do you want to eat first?" Kurt asked gently, sensing Blaine's nervousness. Blaine nodded, wanting to postpone the story telling for a while longer. He knew Kurt and his father would need to know eventually, but he wanted to put it off. It was painfully just thinking about it. He knew telling people will be worse.
But Kurt deserved to know.
Blaine noticed the tension that was in the house and he and Kurt went downstairs. Carole greeted them with a warm but sad smile and Finn, who was sitting at the table eating a bacon sandwich, looked at Blaine nervously, not knowing how to act. Burt was reading the paper at the table and said good morning to them. Blaine noticed that there was a trace of what looked like anger in his eyes. Blaine hoped it wasn't directed at him as Kurt led him to a chair and sat him down.
Carole served them a bacon sandwich each and Blaine ate it slowly, still feeling nauseous but knowing that the bread and greasy bacon will help with the hangover.
Once they had finished, Finn left to see Puck and Carole went down to the basement to do some washing. This just left Blaine, Kurt and Burt. Blaine shivered, feeling really cold and rubbed his hands up and down his arms.
"Let's go to the living room." Burt said. Kurt nodded and Blaine allowed himself to be led to the sofa. Kurt wrapped a blanket around him so Blaine was warm and then sat down next to him. Blaine moved closer, wanting to feel his warmth.
Burt sat in his armchair and looked at Blaine with concerned eyes. Kurt laced their fingers together and placed his other hand on his leg in a comforting gesture. There was a tense silence for a moment before Burt began to talk.
"I know that this is going to be difficult to talk about but we need to know what happened, Blaine, so we can help you."
Blaine sighed sadly and began his story.
"My Dad found a picture of me and Kurt together and wasn't happy and we had an argument, he threw a couple of fists and then threw me out of the house."
Kurt felt a wave of guilt come over him as he heard that. It was his fault that Blaine got in a row with his dad.
"I'm sorry." Kurt said, feeling bad.
"It wasn't your fault." Blaine said, "He's done worse over less."
"Like what?" Burt asked shocked. Blaine bit his lip, regretting saying that.
"Last year we got in a row about Dalton because I spent more of my time there instead of at home." He started to explain, "He shoved me and I hit my head on the edge of the coffee table." He felt Kurt wince beside him and Blaine just felt sick remembering it. Kurt gave his hand a squeeze and Blaine continued.
"I was knocked unconscious and Amber called an ambulance. I had to stay in hospital for two nights with concession. It was right before the exam so it really affected my grade."
There was a stunned silence from Burt and Kurt. Kurt had gone white as he imagined Blaine lying on the floor unconscious and bleeding and his little sister having to deal with it. He felt so sorry for both of them.
"So where have you been staying?" Burt asked.
"My car mostly." Blaine answered, "I spent a few nights at Dalton and a night at work."
Kurt felt tears in his eyes as Blaine said this. He still didn't understand why Blaine hadn't told him.
"Well, you can stay here for as long as you want." Burt told Blaine. Blaine felt tears in his eyes again. He was very grateful and touched by this offer.
"We'll sort out the spare room and you can sleep in there." The adult continued, "But we do have to discuss about calling the Police."
Blaine shook his head, panic now rising in him.
"You can't."
"Blaine, what your Dad did is very serious, we can't let him get away with it." Burt told him gently.
"You can't; they'll take Amber away." Blaine told him, his eyes pleading with the concerned adult.
"Who will?" Kurt asked him gently, looking at him. Blaine turned to him and Kurt could see the panic in his hazel eyes.
"The Social Services." Blaine said, "I won't see her again, we were split up before."
"You were in care before?" Burt asked. Blaine nodded, surprising Kurt. He had never heard of this before. He was starting to realise that he didn't know a lot about Blaine.
"When I was 8." Blaine told them, "I don't know all the details about why but from what I heard from conversations the social services were contacted by my teacher because I got in the middle of one of my parents' fights and ended up getting hit by a plate that my Dad threw at my Mum so I had a massive bruise on my face."
Both the Hummels listened silently and Kurt slowly rubbed Blaine's hand with his thumb, hoping it would offer some sort of comfort to the distressed boy.
"So they rang up my parents and told them that they were coming for a visit to check up on things and this lead to another row with my parents. The neighbours heard the noise and called the Police. My Dad was taken to jail for the night because he was drunk and disorderly and my Mum had hurt her arm in the fight so was taken to the hospital."
Blaine shivered as he remembered the next part. The part that still gave him nightmares.
"The Police woke us up in the middle of the night and took us into care. Amber was placed in a foster home and I was put in a children's home." He shivered and moved closer to Kurt unconsciously.
"We were in care for about two weeks while my parents were assessed. We didn't see each other for the entire time even though I asked every day. I begged to see Amber but they didn't take me." A sob escaped his mouth at the point and Kurt moved his arm so he was hugging Blaine. He leant against Kurt and hid his face in the blanket as he cried silently. He was shaking now, having relived the memory.
Kurt and Burt didn't say anything as Blaine tried to calm down. He felt so vulnerable crying in front of them; especially Burt. Blaine was always taught that crying was a sign of weakness and that boys shouldn't cry. He hoped that Burt didn't think he was weak.
"When we got home Amber wouldn't leave my side." Blaine continued once he had calmed down enough to talk, "She wouldn't even go near Mum and Dad so I had to look after her until she would, she was terrified of any adults and we never found out why but I remember seeing bruises on her arms when I bathed her, like she had been grabbed too hard or something."
Blaine looked up and locked eyes with Burt.
"If you call the Police they will take her away and they could put her anywhere." Blaine said, "And I might not be able to see her again or at least for a long time."
"But what about your Dad, isn't she in danger of him." Kurt asked. Blaine took a shaky deep breath before answering.
"He has never laid a finger on her before." He told them, "We think it's because she looks like his sister who died in a car crash when she went to college; they were really close. I don't think he will do anything and at least there I know where she is and who she is with, and it's only for another year hopefully."
"Why a year?" Burt asked. Blaine looked away from Kurt as he replied. He didn't want to see his face as he said this.
"When I'm 18 I can adopt her, so as soon as my birthday comes around I'm going to drop out of school, work full time and get an apartment so she can live with me."
"What? You can't do that, what about your education?" Kurt asked shocked.
"Amber is more important, I need to know she is safe." Blaine told him, "And besides, once I have enough money I can go back into education and get my High School diploma and go to community college."
"Isn't there any other option?" Kurt asked. Blaine shrugged, thinking hard. He knew that he was very unlikely that he would actually be allowed to adopt Amber because of the strict laws. The only way he would be able to it would be to prove that their Father was unable to do it; which his alcoholism could help with. Other options seemed even more unlikely though.
"I could try and find my Mum and see if she will report my Dad with me so he can go to jail, and then hopefully she will feel safe enough to come home." Blaine said sourly. He didn't like this option because it involved talking to his mother. He didn't want to receive help from the person that abounded them but it might be the only option.
"Ok." Burt said, sitting forward on his seat and looking directly at Blaine. He held the eye contact and looked very serious.
"This is what I'm going to suggest." Burt started, "Start looking for your Mother and see if she will come home, I will talk to her if necessary, but if you don't get hold of her in a month, Amber can come and live here and we will see if we can adopt her, we can't have her living in that house when your Father is obviously dangerous."
Blaine's mouth opened a little bit in shock as he looked at Burt. The man looked very serious and genuine.
"I...I can't ask that of you." Blaine said, his eyes welling up again and tears catching in his throat.
"You did ask, I am offering, I would never leave a child in danger." Burt told him, "And you're too smart to not go to college and do the best you can."
Blaine didn't know how to feel. He didn't realise that kindness like this existed. He couldn't believe that Burt was open to open his home up to not just him but Amber as well. Blaine had always wanted Amber to feel the family feeling he got when he came round here and when she went round to her friend's house. He had always wanted to give that to her, and here was Burt offering to them. It was so welcoming and beautiful.
"Th... Thank you." Blaine said, his voice shaky as new tears made their way down his cheeks. All Burt did was smile and give him a nod before getting up and walking over to place a firm but kind hand on his shoulder. Blaine didn't flinch at the touch as he would normally did, but smiled weakly back, unable to say anymore.
The rest of the day went past slowly. Burt got started on sorting out the spare room which still had quite a few boxes in there from the move. Finn, Kurt and Carole helped and Blaine attempted to help but Kurt kept telling him off.
"You should just rest." Kurt kept telling him, pushing him onto the bed in his room and handing Blaine the remote for the TV.
"But you're all working for my benefit." Blaine protested.
"That's not true." Kurt reassured him, going through a box he had just got from the spare room, "We would have to do this eventually."
Blaine watched as Kurt got some books out of the box and put them on his bookshelf. They hadn't really spoken since last night and he could barely remember that conversation. It was all a bit blurry. He hoped he hadn't made too much of a fool of himself. He was glad Kurt knew and he was touched about everything his family was doing for him and he was regretting not telling them sooner. Kurt seemed to be quite understanding about it but Blaine did want to have some alone time with him just to confirm that.
"So where am I sleeping tonight?" Blaine asked, moving so he was sitting next to Kurt.
"Well, the spare room won't be ready yet, we still need to paint it and build the bed and stuff." Kurt said, organising his books, "So in here."
"Does that mean I get to sleep with you again?" Blaine smiled. Kurt was looking away so didn't see the smile and Blaine's voice was croaked from a sore throat so Kurt didn't catch the happiness in Blaine's voice.
"I can sleep downstairs if you want." Kurt said.
"No." Blaine said and Kurt looked at him, "I like sleeping with you."
Kurt smiled at him and leant over so their lips fused together in a sweet kiss.
"So do I." He whispered on Blaine's lips.
As the day went on, Blaine had enough time to think. The past couple of weeks he had been too busy with studying to really reflect on his situation. Having nothing to do though caused everything to spin round in his head until he felt dizzy and sore. He felt the familiar feeling of depression setting in and he soon became quiet and unresponsive. He just watched as Kurt went through boxes, not really seeing.
He felt ill as well which wasn't helping. He had a sore throat which made it hard to talk, a very bad headache, a chesty cough and shivers. As the day went on he felt increasingly more weak and tired.
"Are you ok?" Kurt said as he sat on the bed next to Blaine. He had been downstairs helping Carole with dinner and Blaine had stayed in the same position that he had left him in an hour early. He was lying on the bed on his side that didn't have broken ribs, facing where Kurt had been sitting on the floor going through boxes. Blaine had the duvet over him, tucked up to his chin and he was staring into space, his eyes vacant.
"I don't feel well." Blaine mumbled, the movement hurting his throat. His mouth was dry and he tried swallowing to wet it but that just hurt more. He felt Kurt's hand on his forehead and closed his eyes at the touch.
"You're quite hot." Kurt said and Blaine could hear the concern in his voice. He turned around and looked at Kurt.
"It hurts." Blaine moaned. Kurt stroked a few strands of Blaine's hair out of his eyes, a caring look in his eyes.
"Where does it hurt?" He asked. Blaine thought for a moment.
"Everywhere." He mumbled.
"Did you finish your painkillers that the doctor prescribed?" Kurt asked. Blaine shook his head and tried to sit up. Kurt placed a hand on his shoulder though so Blaine was pinned to the bed.
"I'll get them, where are they?" He asked.
"In my bag." Blaine mumbled, too tired to argue. He closed his eyes briefly as he heard Kurt ruffle through his bag.
"There's only two missing Blaine." Kurt said, coming back over to him.
"Mmmm." Blaine mumbled, opening his eyes again, "I didn't want to take them while I was sleeping in the car because they knock me out."
Kurt sat back next him, his blue eyes frowning in concern.
"You probably have a chest infection then." Kurt told him, "You haven't let your ribs heal properly."
"I haven't really had the chance to." Blaine said. He sat up and took the glass of water that Kurt offered him. He was afraid that his last comment might have sounded like he was snapping at Kurt. Kurt didn't say anything though as he put two painkillers in his hand.
"These are going to send me straight to sleep." Blaine told him. Kurt moved closer, caressing Blaine's cheek gently.
"It's ok, I'll be here when you wake up."
They shared a short kiss. Blaine felt slightly lighter from just the touch. Once they broke apart he took the pills and lied back down. Kurt sat next to him on the bed, stroking his hair gently. Blaine closed his eyes, enjoying the slow movements. He went to sleep quite quickly, surrounded by Kurt's smell.
Lol! I'm typing this on the bus and it is so strange!
Anyway, Kurt finally knows! I hope you lot like this chapter as I really enjoyed writing it. I think this may be my favourite one.
I can't believe how long this story is. I'm sorry if it is dragging out.
Oh! And I know that in the drunk scene that some of the characters are a bit out of character but that is because they are drunk and everyone acts different when they're drunk. I think I'm a Santana drunk because I get really emotional and stuff. She was upset about Brittany in this scene so that is why she is crying and stuff.
Anyway, please review.
