Angsty goodness! SO sorry for the wait! Hopefully you'll forgive me with the few extra hundred words I've added on the end? Also...reviews give me encouragement for writing this because then I know what people are thinking whether good or bad...so I would appreciate if anyone could drop me a review? No pressure! I just like to hear what my readers think :)

When Blaine woke up the next morning, his head was pounding. He slowly opened his eyes and reached around for his phone and realised he couldn't find it. He suddenly panicked and lifted his head to get a better look around but he couldn't see it and figured he must have left it in his bag. Blaine decided to roll back over and snuggle back down to sleep when he smelt a distinct smell. He smiled at this familiar scent and mumbled, "Kurt." His eyes flew open, this was ridiculous! He would have remembered going to sleep with Kurt next to him! But he wasn't there and yet again Blaine was confused. He suddenly realised, he was in Kurt's room. "Oh!" he chuckled softly. But wait, why was he in Kurt's room? Blaine sat up in the bed and pulled the soft covers off of his body. As he adjusted his eyes he looked around the familiar room he was in and smiled, he couldn't help himself. He suddenly flinched as he heard the door open and a familiar face peaked around the door.

"Good morning Blaine. It's good to see you finally awake, I've been checking on you for the past 2 hours." Carole sniggered.

"Sorry." Blaine rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at the clock beside him. "I'm not usually a heavy sleeper."

"Well I don't blame you after everything that's happened. You fell asleep half in your chair and half on Kurt at the hospital which couldn't have been all that comfortable so we brought you back here."

"My parents-"

"We called your parents, don't worry. Finn found the number on your phone, I hope you don't mind. We just didn't want to wake you."

"No of course I don't mind. That was very generous of you all really you didn't have to."

"No, Kurt cares very much about you and we all appreciate what you've done so it was the least we could do. But anyway I have breakfast cooking, wanna join us?"

"That's too kind of you, but I'm fine really."

"Nonsense! Come down when you're ready sweetheart, hope you like pancakes?"

"Pancakes would be lovely." Blaine smiled gently, as Carole left the room.

Kurt loves pancakes, especially with berries and syrup, he thought.

Breakfast with the Hudsons and Hummels was very pleasant for Blaine. He didn't know how much more he could possibly know about them but Carole was a talker and although he could see Burt looking at her like she was a crazy woman, he could tell he loved her deeply. I know exactly how he feels, Blaine thought while chewing his last mouthful. Throughout the conversation though, Blaine could feel Finn's eyes boring into him with every mouthful he took and he didn't understand why. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact he had been there for Kurt and stayed by his side the entirety of yesterday's events so why should Finn be looking at him accusingly as if he didn't believe him! He doesn't believe me. But surely Finn should know he wouldn't lay a hand on Kurt?

"Blaine dear, are you ok?"

"Of course, just lost in thought." He smiled. "You were saying?"

"How do we know he didn't do it though?" Finn suddenly burst out, clenching hard on his cutlery.

"Excuse me?" Burt replied.

"Finn!" exclaimed Carole.

"How do we know he isn't lying? Did you see anyone there?"

"Do you really think Blaine would sneak away with Kurt into a dirty locker room just to throw him around, call me up and then LAY DOWN HOLDING HIS GODDAM HAND UNTIL I AND AN AMBULANCE CAME HUH?"

"I didn't know that part."

"No, you didn't. So ask for details before you go around accusing people of stupid things."

"Finn apologise to Blaine right now."

"Fine. I'm sorry." Finn rose from the table and left for his room, slamming every door after him.

"Apology accepted." Blaine said. He couldn't believe what had just happened. So this is what Finn had bottled up since last night at the hospital? He began to rise when Carole stopped him.

"Don't bother Blaine he's just an angry boy. Maybe you should go home now though, it is the weekend after all - and you can see Kurt during visiting hours. Can't he Burt?"

"Sure kid you're more than welcome."

Blaine thanked Kurt's family for their hospitality and hesitantly left the Hudson/Hummel household, finding his car parked in their driveway. He didn't want to leave this family just yet. He didn't want to go home. He didn't want to have to explain himself to his father because he knew what he would say and he knew he wouldn't like it. He wasn't worried as much what his mother would say.

Blaine walked the rest of the path to his car and climbed inside the driver's side. If things planned out the way he wanted it to today then he could quickly talk to his parents, clean himself up and go visit Kurt in hospital. He sighed, he still couldn't believe Kurt was in hospital, in a coma for christ sake. Blaine could feel those tears creeping back again, on the brink of bursting through and he knew he needed a really good cry and just let it all out. He wanted to look strong in front of Burt because his dad was the most important person to Kurt and so he didn't cry. Blaine was used to not crying in front of people because he knew what his father would say. Blaine blinked away the tears and decided he needed to face the music, pulling his gear stick into reverse; he drove away from his boyfriend's home.

"Sit down."

Blaine obeyed his father and sat down at the dining room table in his house. He recognised the tone in his father's voice and knew he was in trouble. Blaine had seen his father be angry at him throughout his childhood and all for reasons that were unnecessary like being home a minute later than he should be, or not wearing the correct tie in front of his father's colleagues. Blaine never seemed to be able to do anything right for his father even though he wasn't a trouble causer. Mr Anderson was a business man and he unfortunately treat his family like they were people he had hired to do a job. So when Carole told Blaine that she called his parents to tell them his whereabouts, his heart skipped a beat, and not in a good way. He failed to remember to ask Carole exactly what she told them and he made a mental note to kick himself for that later.

"Dad-"

"Listen to me boy."

"Go easy on him." Mrs Anderson pleaded with her husband.

"Oh I am being easy alright. If it wasn't for the circumstances with this – this boy that is now into the picture being in some coma or whatever it was then I would be a lot harder on you boy. What gave you the right to stay out without my permission?"

"His name is Kurt dad. And I fell asleep in the hospital because I was exhausted and Kurt's step-mom and dad were kind enough to take me in for the night since their house is a lot closer to the hospital."

"You should have called! And do you even know these people? They could have taken you anywhere!"

"I trust them dad, they're Kurt's family!"

"Oh, so now it's all about Kurt is it? Why didn't you tell me about him? I have a right to know what kind of person you're seeing now or whatever you gays call it."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Blaine knew his dad wasn't all that thrilled with the heir of his business being gay but this was a new low.

"Well how do I know what kind of words you all use. Oh and boy, you're grounded. Now go to your room and get out of my sight." Mr Anderson remained sat in his seat and stared out of the window.

"Wow dad this really is a new low for you. You know what? Ground me all you want! I love Kurt with all my heart and I will live in that dam hospital until he wakes up if that's what I have to do." Blaine threw his chair back and ran to his bedroom, with tears on the brink.

"Live in the hospital for all I care!" Mr Anderson called back.

How could he have said those things? Blaine thought, slamming his bedroom door behind him. What the hell is wrong with my mother? Blaine knew he couldn't stay there any longer. He had contemplated moving away before but he spent most of his time at Dalton anyway so he'd never actually left. But this time he didn't care where he would go, he had his car he could live in there for all he cared. He loved his mother but she never stood up to his father and this was the final straw. Nobody, not even his family could insult Kurt.

Blaine grabbed a few duffel bags and sports bags they stored and began throwing his belongings in them. Despite living with a rich family, Blaine didn't own much, he didn't want much, which was just as well. He'd managed to stuff most of his clothes, CD's, books and his favourite movies into a few bags when he realised there were two more things he needed with him, his guitar and his most favoured possession. Blaine grabbed his guitar and threw it onto his back while he reached for his bedside table. It was a picture of him and Kurt looking as happy as a married couple on one of their dates at the theatre. He suddenly realised it had been a whole day since he'd actually talked to Kurt.

Blaine grabbed his bags and, with one last look at his bedroom, he left and hurried down the stairs to offload into his car.

"Blaine Anderson where do you think you're going with all those things?" It was his mother, stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm disappointed in you, mom. Why didn't you stick up for me?"

"You know what your father will do."

"Yeah well you need to stick up for yourself, since you never could for me. I've had it with this house." Blaine looked down, contemplating whether to hug his mother or not. Instead he made it down the last step and placed one kiss to her cheek. "Goodbye mom."

Blaine hurried out of the front door, never looking back and heard the last few words from his mother before he shut the door. "I never wanted this to happen Blaine!"

Throwing his belongings into his car, he slipped into the driver's seat and drove away from the Anderson house, the house he had lived in, in misery for the past 17 years. Blaine could feel the tears slipping through his eyelids and he couldn't do anything as they slid down his cheeks. He wanted, he needed to pull over so he didn't crash the car but he also needed to drive as far as possible away from the area.

After a good 15 minutes of driving he noticed a familiar neighbourhood, Blaine indicated to go right and pulled into the familiar driveway and turned off the ignition. He couldn't help himself; he threw his arms over the steering wheel and let his heart cry out, spilling hours worth of tears that he had hidden away.