Hi there, I'm really sorry it's so late. I had a friend stay over last week because her parents had gone to Istanbul and both my brother and my dad have need our one and only laptop for job applications. I'm not really happy with chapter but pretty pretty please with sprinkles on top review and let me know what you think, or if you have any ideas for what could happen next because it's still fairly unwritten. What did you think of Burt? We should get to meet Wavid, Carole and maybe even more next chapter. Do you think Kurt is going tell his dad and Carole about Karofsky sooner or later? Follow and favourite because I should be updating pretty regularly again after this.

P.s I really wish I owned Glee but sadly don't and never will.

Chapter 7- I need you

Kurts breath hitched, his heart literally skipping a beat. He'd been kissed by Karofsky, too many times to recall but that was different. That was forced and angry and desperate. It was everything this wasn't .Kurt's eyes were closed as he relaxed slightly in Blaine's arms. His face was being held straight by Blaine's hands and if it wasn't for the support the boy was offering Kurt was pretty he would have melted into a small puddle of fashionable goo. Blaine moulded his Lips around Kurts, and it felt indescribable as if they were destined to be there. Fireworks were going off in Kurt's head and all his senses were exploding.

Gently Blaine nibbled on Kurt's lower lip, his teeth grazing across the smooth surface, his mind went wild. He felt as if he had been transported to another world. One were all the pain and the hurt and the sadness in the world never existed. One were nothing existed but him and the gorgeous boy in his hands. Right now they were the only people in the world and nothing, nothing could bring Kurt out of his paradise…

"Kiddo?"

Except maybe that! Rapidly Kurt ripped himself away from Blaine and all but leaped to the other side of the room. All feelings of pleasure let alone paradise fleeing his mind. His face was flushed red and his eyes were swimming with regret. He turned to face his father, just hoping there was still a father to face.

"Dad, hi" he whispered unsure what to say. He had pictured coming out to his dad in every which way, but this one. "I um I w-w-wasn't expecting you"

"Well you know, when you get a call from the hospital saying your son has a broken arm and severe bruising you don't exactly take your time."

Burt didn't know what to think. Kurt was his son and he would never stop loving him but, suddenly he realised he didn't know him. Kurt hadn't trusted his own father enough to tell him he was gay, or going through a phase. His mind flicked briefly to the Boy on the other side of the room, he seemed nice enough and he wondered if he was Kurt's boyfriend, wondered if he was the one that had done this to him. He guessed he always kind of knew his son would be gay, but after 16 years he was hoping maybe he wouldn't be. Vaguely he noticed Kurt address the boy, who then rose and politely left the room an embarrassed hint to his skin but a proud twinkle in his eye.

"Look dad, I didn't want you to find out this way I really didn't, I-I didn't want for you to find out at all. I understand if you want me to move out, if you want never to see me again. I'll be out of your life forever I promise. Just please give me 24hours to pack up and leave." Kurt had yet more tears running down his black and blue face. He couldn't bear to look at Burt.

Burt was left speechless for a moment before reaching out a hand to hold Kurts.

"Hey kiddo, don't cry. I love you, and I don't care if you love dudes or girls or both or none. You are my son, my only reminder of Elizabeth, my one true joy. I could never hurt you, or kick you out I'd miss you too much. It only hurts that you didn't tell me. That you thought I was Ignorant enough to kick you out of YOUR house just because you have boyfriend. I love you kiddo, always have, and always will." He bought his hands round Kurt fully pulling his son up into a hug, never wanting to let go.

"You mean it, I'm not a disappointment even though I'm a fag."

Burt pulled back and looked sternly at his son

"You don't use that word to describe yourself or anyone else ever… understand me? I need to know why you didn't tell me Kurt."

Kurt swallowed deeply, "I was scared, I thought that if I told you, you would be so disappointed and so shocked that you would have another heart attack. The doctors said that you shouldn't put any strain on your heart. I was worried that if I came out that you would have another one and that this time it would be just too much and it would kill you. That you would die and it wold be all my fault. I guess I never considered that you would be ok with it, I never considered you'd have a chance to be. After losing Mum I couldn't go through it again, not alone."

But just pulled his son closer and shook his head gently. His unbelievable overworked worrisome son. The moment was interrupted when the nurse from before entered, a folder under one arm and a severe expression on his face. He introduced himself to Burt and vice versa until suggesting that the two Hummels took a seat.

"I'm afraid we have some bad news. The break to Kurts arm is more severe than we originally thought, meaning that the cast will have to be on for much longer than expected. As well as this all of his injuries point towards an attack and I know you told us that you just fell over, but we would like to give you a second chance to tell the truth. So Mr Hummel, what really happened this morning?"

Burt turned to look at his son, his face expectant and stressed, Michael was looking at the teen with a mixture of concern and pity. Both men searching for an answer from the Boy. Kurt knew he couldn't tell them it would only make life worse, but he couldn't think of anything else to say. Couldn't lie anymore. He ended up doing what he always did when he was desperate, he ran away.

His feet thundered down the corridor as he ignored the Glare the nurse running the desk gave him. His mind was spinning, he was stuck and he couldn't get out. He burst through the double doors at the end of the yellow line, tripped over a layabout trolley and went flying through the air, landing with a heavy thump on top of Blaine, knocking him over as they both landed in a heap on the floor. Limbs tangled and hair messed up.

"Oh God, Blaine I'm so sorry, I was just running and not paying attention and then I tripped over stupid trolley and hit you n well um, now were here." He began to untangle himself from the teen, trying to get rid of the Blush that had flushed his face from being in such close proximity with Blaine

"Its ok, I'm far more concerned with why you were running, what happened Kurt? What did your dad say?"

"He was fine, great actually, everything I didn't expect him to be. But then Michael came back and they know that my injuries aren't from tripping over and they were both looking at me with such pity I had to get out of there, and running away is the best way I know how"

" Oh Kurt, you're going to have tell them eventually, Just tell them that you're not ready to say so yet, they'll get it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, now come on, we need to get you back to your room so they can treat you and you can go home. I need to go home soon myself, it's been a hella long day"

Blaine could see the apprehension behind Kurts eyes of leaving, him and of going back home, to be alone with his family, and suddenly had an idea. He grabbed Kurts phone from his pocket and nimbly inputted his number, before giving Kurt his phone back he gave him his phone for Kurt to input his own number.

"And this way, where ever you are, you can get hold of me if you just need a little slice of courage, and I can do the same. Day or night, you can call or text me. I'll be waiting, whenever you need me, or I need you."