Chapter ten, wooooooooo. Double figures man. Awesome. So this is like part two of last chapter, and i feel kind of huurrgff about it. I dont know if its the way I wrote it or...I dont know. I'm trying to make this story as realistic as I can and I hope it is. Also, Blaine and Burt in this kind of broke my heart in this. You'll see why in a minute (ssoorry). Anyway, read and review if you like! Thank you to everyone!
"Blaine? D'you wanna tell me how this happened?"
"...okay"
Kurt was surprised he said yes, but was relieved he'd get to know. The injuries Blaine had were some of the worst things he'd ever seen, and he knew his dad must have wanted to do it. He couldn't have done it with just punches and slaps, and if Kurt was ever attacked he would tell Blaine. Someone, anyone. He couldn't just let it marinate inside of him.
Blaine was trying to sit up so he wasn't flat on his back, but it was painful and he didn't have the strength. Kurt shushed him to get him to stop straining himself and pulled him up to sit against a pillow. Kurt joined him and sat close, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to let him know he wasn't going anywhere.
Blaine just sat and rested against Kurt for a second, trying to get as much of his physical pain to subside before he started to unwind the pain that was in his head. Kurt gently grabbed one of his hands and stroked it. He needed to feel safe and Kurt wanted him to.
"I-I thought it was just...a normal day." Blaine kept having to pause to get his breath back. He needed rest, but it was clear he wouldn't be able to sleep without telling someone. Kurt didn't know if he'd be able to sleep at all. "I was in my room, and he came in...he was really drunk."
His eyes were glazing over as if he could see straight into memory. "I had to wear a short sleeved shirt...my others were dirty. But...he could see all my band aids." Kurt held his breath. He hoped all of it wasn't his fault. "He ripped them all off my arms...he wanted to take them off my chest, but I wouldn't let him take my shirt."
"Does he normally take your clothes?" Kurt was curious as to how far Blaine's dad went. He didn't picture him ever undressing his son. Blaine tried to shake his head but it jarred his neck, so he just replied with "No, but he wanted to take the band aids...off my chest. I didn't want him to so I...I fought back."
"How did you fight back, honey?" Blaine was sort of out of it, and unless Kurt asked him he was probably going to skip over important parts of the night and Kurt wouldn't know everything. "I just tried to block him, but it didn't work. So...I ran out my room. He caught up, hit me until I went down. He made me stand back up...and pushed me down the stairs."
He had silent tears streaking down his face. Kurt wiped them away with his thumb and laid even closer to Blaine. He kissed him on the side of his face where he didn't think it would hurt so much. He didn't say anything. He wanted him to keep going.
"It hurt pretty bad. He dragged me into the kitchen...and just wouldn't stop." The tears started to flow faster and faster. "He wouldn't stop, Kurt, he wouldn't stop." Kurt wanted to hold him closer, but he didn't know how. He let a tear roll down his own face, before trying to wipe away Blaine's. "Shh, sweetie, it's okay. You're safe now." Blaine still had tears down his face, but he hadn't started to sob. He was lying there silently.
"I couldn't do anything. He didn't like me healing. He was mad. He was...I don't know what he was but its...the worst it's ever been. He...he..." That was it. Kurt knew the worst part was coming. He didn't know he could cope or was ready to know exactly what he did. But Blaine had gotten this far, and he didn't think he could stop him.
"He said he wanted me to die!" He said it while bursting out into a sob. Kurt gently rolled Blaine over so his head was on his chest, and let him weep into him. He didn't want Blaine to see the few stray tears that managed to escape from him. Through his heavy and painful sobs he choked out the next part. "He had a knife Kurt, he had a knife."
Kurt let out a whimper for his boyfriend, but didn't start to cry. At that moment, Carole and Burt slowly walked into the room while Blaine kept repeating it over and over again into Kurt's chest. It was loud enough for them both to hear. Carole put her hand over her mouth and started to let her own tears fall, and Burt just looked at Kurt. He looked back at his father as to ask for help. He didn't know what to do.
Burt slowly approached Blaine. He'd learnt he was afraid of him, but hoped he be too wrapped up in his memories to notice it was him. Burt sat down carefully next to him, and placed a hand gently on the young boys back. As soon as he did Blaine jerked away, cried out in pain, and started to say 'no' over and over again. It was muffled, just like his last sentence had been, but they could all make it out.
Kurt's face was twisting into something even more pained, and it was only a matter of time before he burst into tears himself. Burt nodded at him. In his mind, Blaine was maxed out on fear, and it couldn't get much worse. Burt wrapped his hands around Blaine's shoulders and pulled him up as gently as he could. He rolled him over and off of Kurt, so he was slumped against his own sitting body. He pulled his legs so they overlapped his own, and wrapped one arm around his back and the other over his chest so his hands interlocked around him.
Blaine struggled at first as best he could. He was still terrified of Burt, but he was weak and tired and scared, and it didn't take long before he stopped and melted into Burt's arms and just cried. Burt wasn't exactly a reassuring person, but he stayed still and soothed his sons boyfriend while he lost control of himself. Blaine didn't feel like he could ever stop. He felt like he was going to miserable forever and always be in pain, always be crying.
As soon as Burt lifted Blaine off of him, Kurt jumped off the bed over to Carole. She opened her arms and he gladly took them, swaying there for a second before turning his attention back to Blaine. His face was shielded away from him, but he could look at his dad. The look in his eyes wasn't one he liked or recognised. He kept consoling Blaine like he was his own son. His fear had melted away and wasn't holding back at all. His loud sobs were we're ringing through the silent house.
Eventually, Blaine's crying stopped. They turned into quiet sniffles, but he was still breathing shallowly and was curled into Burt as closely as he could. Burt wasn't letting go and he hadn't once stopped reassuring Blaine that it was okay, that he was safe and that no one would hurt him.
If he was out of it before it was nothing compared to how he was afterwards. Crying had worn him down, and his eyes started to flutter shut in Burt's arms. "Hey buddy, you still with me here?" Blaine let out a small noise to let Burt know he was awake. Burt continued to rock him ever so slightly back and forth until he was asleep.
He laid him down onto Kurt's bed and trying not to wake him up. With all his injuries, he was extra sensitive to being woken. Even when he was sleeping, his face was still screwed up in pain and exhaustion. The tears down his face we're drying and everyone in the room was staring at the same small boy.
"Dad..." Kurt had managed to stay strong through all of that and hadn't burst into tears, but it was getting harder. He sort of felt like he had swallowed a balloon, and it would either shrivel up or burst into pieces. He wasn't quite sure which one he wanted.
Burt held up his hand. "Tomorrow, buddy. We could all use some sleep. You look like you're gonna pass out." Kurt tried to ignore the concern in his father's breaking voice. He'd always loved Blaine, almost like one of his own, and to have the formerly confident and polite teenager break down in his arms wasn't something he was good at handling. "You can sleep here with Blaine tonight. I don't think he should be on his own. I don't think you should either."
Kurt nodded slightly, still chewing on his thumb nail. Burt walked over and enveloped him in a warm hug. It made Kurt feel like things could be better. Even if it was just a hug. Carole and Burt said goodnight before heading upstairs. It was only when Kurt was alone apart from Blaine that he let his tears run at a faster speed. He didn't make any noise, the last thing he wanted was to wake Blaine, but it was much harder than it had been before.
He climbed into bed next to his boyfriend and just looked at him through his teary eyes. He couldn't believe it. Because of how exhausted Blaine was he hadn't explained all the details, and he was glad. Kurt knew there was more. He knew there was. He didn't know if he'd be able to know exactly what his dad did with that knife, or how badly he had beaten him. He'd seen the stairs at Blaine's house and they weren't small. He couldn't picture how painful that must have been, let alone the rest of it.
He didn't want to sleep. He wanted to watch Blaine all night but he couldn't keep his eyelids from drifting shut. He fought it a few times, but whenever he managed to shock himself awake, Blaine was still in the same position he had been. He was lying still and looking as peaceful as he could given the circumstances. Kurt couldn't fight it anymore, the evening had drained him of all his energy and he drifted quickly off to sleep.
Blaine couldn't figure it out. He couldn't see anything at first but he could feel it He was being consumed by fear and a faint pain that he couldn't figure out was real. He could see his father looming over him holding a silver object that was gleaming in the bright light that seemed to illuminate the whole room to a point where he had to squint. It wasn't right. He'd gotten away, he'd been safe at Kurt's just a moment ago, yet his dad had gotten to him again. He wasn't okay. His dad was going to kill him and there was no way out. Maybe if he screamed someone would help. He tried but nothing came out, so he tried harder. He wouldn't give up. He would fight. He would fight against that man.
Kurt was jostled awake. He groaned. He turned over to try and ignore it, but it just kept getting stronger. It was then Kurt remembered that Blaine was sleeping right beside him, and immediately turned over to see if he was okay.
Blaine was squirming around, asleep, and making small whimpering noises. Kurt figured he must have been having a bad dream, and decided to sit awake with him while he rode it out and got to the end. He didn't really know much about nightmares, but his mother used to tell him to never wake up anyone.
"Shhh, honey, shhh" He wondered if telling him he was okay would help him even if he was asleep, but it didn't seem to. He started to twitch and move around even more. The noises he was making were getting louder, and Kurt thought it would only get worse. "Wake up, Blaine." He said it louder and shoved him lightly on the side.
He immediately regretted it when Blaine shot away from him and made an even louder noise of fear and pain. He needed to get his boyfriend to stop moving, he didn't want him to hurt himself even more. "Stop, Blaine. Wake up!" He was moving faster and faster, making louder and louder whimpers, until eventually he ended up screaming in fear. His eyes were still screwed shut.
"BLAINE!" Kurt shoved him and tried to hold him down so he wouldn't hurt himself. Kurt didn't want to wake anyone, but by the way Blaine kept screaming everyone probably was (except Finn- he hadn't seemed to notice anything that night). He reached over to his bedside table and turned the light on. Blaine's shirt and hair were covered in sweat from fear.
Blaine was tossing and turning furiously, screaming loudly and yelling 'no' just like he'd been muttering into Kurt's chest earlier. Kurt couldn't do anything apart from sit and stare at him. He couldn't wake him up and he couldn't get him to stop moving around and doing further damage to himself.
Just then, Burt stumbled through the door looking half asleep and confused. "KURT! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" He had to shout just to be heard over Blaine's screams. Kurt just looked over at Blaine the same way he had earlier to ask for help. Burt stomped his way over as fast as he could. Blaine had squirmed onto his back and his arms were slowly making his way down his stomach and his legs were sliding every which way. Kurt didn't want to think how much pain he'd be in when he did wake up.
"BLAINE! WAKE UP!" Blaine must've reacted to the deep, male voice because he shot up, propped on his elbows. As he sat up, he let out a loud yell of pain from shooting up so fast and all the movement he'd done. His eyes were wide and his breathing was deepest Kurt had ever seen anyone breathe. It was like he'd just run a marathon, especially with how much he was sweating.
Burt was the first to speak. "Blaine" His face was a picture of pure terror. Blaine looked up at Burt and then to Kurt, and all around the room as best he could without hurting his neck. "Where..." His voice was wheezy. He had no idea where he was or why. He'd been safe at Kurt's, then taken back to his father and now he was back in bed again?
"You had a nightmare, kid." Blaine was still trying to catch his breath but it was running further away. He looked down and realised his chest was covered in sweat. It must've been bad. "Has that ever happened before?" Kurt spoke up from the corner of the bed. He looked nearly as terrified as Blaine did.
All he managed to get out was "No. Sorry." He'd had nightmares, but never to that extent. He didn't know exactly what he did in his sleep, but if it had woken Burt up it must've been bad. He'd never been that scared of it before, and it had never seemed so real.
"Don't be sorry. You okay?" No, he thought, but it didn't stop him from nodding. He eased himself up from his elbows to sit, and was joined by different noises from Kurt and Burt to stop, but he didn't listen. He raised a shaky hand to wipe his face in stress.
He felt a hand be placed on his back and immediately snapped round to see what it was, only to find it was Kurt. He hated how he looked scared. Of him. He brought his hand over to his neck. He wasn't doing it much good. Kurt took his hand back like it'd been burnt. Blaine looked at him to say sorry. He didn't understand why he was scared of Kurt. He loved him.
Burt was still standing to the side of the bed. He didn't quite know what to do. Blaine didn't want to sit in that bed anymore. He reached out and pulled the covers off his legs and swung them over the side of the bed. As he got up, Burt grabbed onto his shoulder lightly. "Woah, where you going?" Blaine hated how much he had to lean on him, but he was glad he was there for him.
"Bathroom" was all he got out before limping as fast as he could to Kurt's en suite. He could feel both pairs of eyes burning into his back and knew how stupid he looked hobbling away. He could feel the hot the hot years pricking the back of his eyes, but he refused to cry in front of Kurt and Burt. Even if he already had. He heard his name being called softly as he went through the door, but he kept going until the door was safely shut.
As soon as he heard the click behind him, he leant against the door and slid down it until he was sitting on the floor. He let the tears run down his face. He was in pain, yes, but mostly he just felt miserable. Not even miserable, he needed a new word for the way he felt.
He was hurt. That was a large factor. He'd gotten used to it in his life, but apart from when he'd been hospitalised it hadn't been this bad. He didn't know that kind of pain existed. The only small shimmer of happiness was that Carole hadn't made him go to emergency room. People would've asked him questions, ones he didn't want to answer.
All be wanted to do was sleep. Its all he'd been wanting to do since he'd gotten home that day, but apparently his father had ruined that for him too. He'd gotten away but he was still haunting him from inside his head, and that was the only place Blaine couldn't run from. He could remember everything about that nightmare. He didn't think it would be so bad, I mean, if he remembered the actual event then what bother was a nightmare?
It was warped, that was why. At least he'd gotten away from it, gotten to Kurt, in reality. In his head he wasn't able to move. He couldn't talk. He couldn't breathe. He remembered having the instinct to scream and hoped he hadn't done it out loud, but from the look on Kurt's face he knew all too well he had.
Kurt. He didn't want him to see him like he was. He had known what Blaine was for only under a week and already he'd sprung this on him. Kurt would never see him the same way. Blaine wouldn't be Blaine to him. It hurt to think he couldn't be a normal boyfriend to him, and it hurt to see how scared he was. How scared he was of him.
He honestly felt the lowest he ever had. He just wanted to drift away.
Blaine shuffled into the corner so he wouldn't be able to see himself in the portable mirror that sat on the floor. He knew it was bad. He didn't need to see it, and it only just occurred to him he hadn't yet. He'd escaped it. Then he laughed. He'd escaped nothing. Why couldn't he see the after math of the brutal attack on him? He didn't know why, but he got up on shaky feet.
The view would be better in the mirror on the wall. He clutched the side of the sink before slowly turning his head up to look at himself. He let out a quiet gasp. The last thing he wanted was for Kurt to hear it and walk in.
His face was a battle field- well, what he could see anyway. It made his stomach churn. He'd been standing there staring at himself for about half a minute before falling to his knees and throwing up the contents of his stomach into the conveniently close toilet. It wasn't much, mostly water, but it still burnt the back of his throat like fire. Blaine hated to be sick and tried to be quiet while doing it, but a few coughs managed to escape from inside.
He spat once more and closed the lid. He hadn't eaten anything apart from lunch, so he was pretty sure that was it. He sank against the cool, hard tiles on the wall. He clutched his middle to try and quench the fire in his already badly bruised stomach and kept swallowing to help his throat. Well that was a new low.
He'd never vomited at the site of himself before. It had made him feel sick before when it was bad, but never to that extent. He hadn't seen his body in the mirror and had been in too much pain to focus while Carole patched him up. He gritted his teeth and dreaded the day when he was able to see his whole reflection.
He would be quite content to just stay there and never move again. He wanted to give up. He didn't want to die exactly, he wanted to live for when he was better and for Kurt, his Kurt. But at that moment it felt as though everyone would be better off if he just vanished into a cloud of smoke. Nothing good could shine through the dark cloud that hung over his head. He knew someone would come into the bathroom to check if he was okay eventually, but until that came he would just sit. He didn't care if they ever came in. He could sit forever.
As soon as the door clicked behind Blaine, Kurt flopped backwards into the pillows behind him. He was exhausted, too exhausted to cry, and just wanted to sleep. He didn't want to say it, but his boyfriend was getting hard to handle. He hadn't had any experience in anything like this.
"Sit up, Buddy." He felt his dad sit next him on the bed. One of his arms was open so Kurt could lean against his side. He took it gladly. "I don't know what to do, dad." His voice was small and ashamed.
"You don't have to do anything. You can let Blaine do this on his own if you want." Kurt was horrified. He detached from his dad and looked up at him. "I can't let him do this alone, dad. I love him." Burt nodded his head. He yawned. It was obvious he had way more questions, but was willing to wait until morning. It was only a few hours away anyway.
"Will Blaine be okay down here or does he have to sleep in my room?" Kurt shrugged. He didn't know nightmare could happen that fast and he didn't know if it could happen more than once in one night. Blaine needed sleep but he didn't know if he could get more than a few hours.
"I don't know. I might wait to see what he wants to do when he comes out the bathroom." Burt nodded. He pulled Kurt back into his arms and let him lean there.
"That sounds smart. What's he even doing in there anyway?" Kurt shrugged again. He'd learnt Blaine had a tendency to, well, run away when anything like this happened. He probably put himself in horrendous pain just by walking into the en suite, but apparently it was better than sitting there in front of the people he'd already been vulnerable to. He didn't need to be again.
"He's probably just embarrassed, I-" Kurt stopped and held a hand up so his dad would be quiet as well. He wasn't sure what he thought he heard behind the door, but he wanted to be sure. He got up and walked quietly to the door. His dad tried to ask what he was doing, but Kurt just shushed him.
He stood for a second, but it was only when he heard some throaty coughs he knew Blaine was being sick. Kurt frowned even further and placed a hand over his chest. "What is it?" Burt stood and walked next to him to try and listen, but Blaine had stopped by then. "Blaine was throwing up."
Burt ran his hand over his forehead as to adjust his baseball cap but he wasn't wearing one. He ended up just shaking his head with his arms crossed. "Poor kid. He just can't catch a break, can he?" Kurt shook his head. "Do you wanna go in or should I?"
Kurt looked up at his dad. "I dont think it would be a good idea if you went in, Dad. I'll go." Burt nodded and plodded his way back over to the bed and sat down. "Okay. I'm here if you need me." Kurt gave him a small half smile and listened to make sure Blaine was definitely done throwing up. He knew Blaine wouldn't want to be seen like that. He pushed the door open hesitantly and shut it behind him.
The first thing that hit him was the faint smell of vomit lingering in the room. It wasn't strong like you'd expect it to be, but Kurt supposed that despite his best efforts, Blaine still didn't eat very much to actually throw up, and he didn't know if Blaine was ill. Of course he'd thrown up, but it could have just been shock.
The second thing was Blaine. He looked so small curled up into the wall. Kurt walked around the toilet to look at him better. His skin had gone a dull grey colour and had lost the olive shade that at least his face normally had. He could see the sweat coming through his shirt and hair, but the band aids stopped it from covering his face too much.
"Hey sweetie. Were you sick?" Blaine only managed a small nod and high pitched whimper from his throat. Kurt sat down next to him and he was instantly reminded of when he sat next to Blaine in the school bathroom. "What...did I do...in my sleep?" His voice was croaky and he could manage a few syllables at a time. It broke Kurt's heart.
"You don't need to worry about that right now." Blaine huffed out a small breath and shook his head a little again. "Did I scream?" He looked up at Kurt like he was pleading. Pleading him to say no. Kurt knew if he remembered the screaming he remembered the whole nightmare that made him do it. He didn't say anything but his face had the answer written all over it. Blaine nodded as he looked back down at the floor.
"Are you sure this hasn't happened before?" Blaine shook his head, which Kurt took to mean it hadn't. "Let's get you back to bed, honey. You look exhausted." Kurt grabbed his hand. He wanted it to morning so badly so they could talk about everything, but it wasn't. Blaine whined and shook his head. "I don't want to." He was still leaning against the wall as Kurt stood up in front of him.
Kurt smiled at him sadly. "You can't stay here on the floor all night. You won't have another nightmare." Blaine looked at him to say 'how do you know'. "Okay, you could, but either I get you a nice clean shirt and you can sleep in bed, or you pass out on the floor and have even more aches in the morning. If you're going to have a nightmare it's going to happen wherever you sleep."
Blaine nodded. He was easily pliable at that point. "Good. I'll be right back." Kurt walked out the room to get Blaine another shirt, but he didn't have any other long sleeved ones that would be comfortable to sleep in. His dad was sitting facing the other way on the bed staring at something. Kurt couldn't see what it was, so he quietly grabbed a pyjama shirt from his draw. His dad would have questions and he just wanted to get himself and Blaine to sleep.
He walked back in and Blaine was trying to stand back up. "I got you a shirt. Relax, honey." Blaine looked up at him and stopped moving around. Kurt grabbed a flannel and wetted it under the tap. "Put your arms up." Blaine did what he was told with a little noise to signify he was in pain.
Kurt pulled it off as gently as he could and wiped as much of the sweat away as he could without getting all of his bandages wet. Blaine's eyes were shut as he leant against the wall. "Okay I got you a new shirt, but it doesn't have long arms. Kurt didn't know if it would matter considering his arms were almost completely covered in white bandages and everyone had already seen them, but apparently that wasn't the point.
He opened his eyes to look at Kurt, but accidentally looked down at his body in the process. As he did, he felt the wave of sickness he had before wash over him. The worst cuts had been wrapped up and covered, but the 'smaller' ones were still red raw and peeking through. The bruises on his chest were darkening and it was worse than he'd seen it. It was dark, but he couldn't make out any skin colour on himself.
He stared back at it for a second, remembering everything that happened that evening, how bad it was and his dads face while he looked over him. And then he remembered his nightmare. He breathed heavily for a second before pushing Kurt out the way as best he could, lifting the lid of the toilet and throwing up once again. Apparently he hadn't finished.
It hurt. Of course it did. But as Kurt looked on it hurt him almost as badly. Blaine slowly lifted his head up and flushed the toilet to try and rid the bathroom of the smell. He flopped back down on the wall and grabbed the shirt Kurt had been holding and slipped it on over his head while Kurt just sat there and stared at him.
"I'm gonna go get my dad okay? I just want to ask him something quickly." Kurt kissed Blaine on the forehead before leaving. He was hopeless, absolutely hopeless. He could do nothing right and he felt like it was all so real. Because it was.
"Dad?" Burt looked around from the spot on the wall he'd been staring at. "Yeah buddy?" He had to hand it to his dad, he seemed to handling this better than he was. "Do we have a bowl anywhere? In case Blaine gets sick in the night again?" Kurt knew where the bowls were, in fact he had one under his bathroom sink for that very reason. But he needed a minute to breathe, and it made him feel like the most selfish person in the world. Burt didn't seem to remember Kurt knew where they were. "There's one under your sink. Is he ill or just kinda rough?"
"I think the sight of himself made him throw up. But I'm gonna bring him back to bed now." Burt frowned and nodded. That was a lot to take in. The fact that the way you looked could make you actually make you vomit...it just boggled Burt's brains. "Do you want any help or can you manage?" Kurt shook his head. Blaine had managed to walk in there by himself, so Kurt helping him even if he was more exhausted than he had been would probably have been fine. "I can do it." He had to help in some way.
He pushed the door open, but then realised he probably would need his dad's help. Blaine's eyes were shut and his body was limp. He made a slight snoring noise that still managed to be adorable even at that time. His legs were still drawn up, but looser than they had been and his arms were draped over his stomach. The bags under his eyes were more visible now they were closed.
He was about to wake him up, but that was the last thing he wanted to do. He didn't know how long he would stay asleep for this time and his boyfriend needed every second of it. "Dad?" He stuck his head out of the door, but whispered just in case. "Can you come in here?"
His dad silently followed his instructions. His eyes were beginning to glassy, and Kurt wondered if he was on auto pilot mode to conserve all the energy he had. Burt looked down at a sleeping Blaine and then looked at Kurt. "Should I carry him? I don't think he'll wake up. He looks out of it." Kurt nodded and his father walked closer.
Because his legs were drawn up, it was easy to slip his arm under them. He managed to get his other arm around Blaine's back where he'd slumped against the wall. Burt mouthed 'one, two, three' to himself before straightening his back and taking the teenager up with him. He launched backwards further than he intended to, but it was only because Blaine was a lot lighter than he anticipated. He knew ninety four pounds would be light, but not that light.
The two men silently made their way back into the bedroom. Kurt pulled back his duvet so Burt could place down the broken boy on the mattress. He made sure his head was safely resting on the pillow. The back of his head was still fragile and that pillow was already covered in blood. They didn't need any more of it.
They pulled back the covers so he was covered everywhere. Kurt hesitantly climbed in next to him like he would suddenly explode. "Call me if anything happens, okay? Goodnight. Again." Kurt nodded at his dad before he headed back up the stairs. He settled down on the bed as comfortably as he could and fell asleep as soon as he laid still. Hopefully neither of them would wake until morning.