Wow guys, look at this... it hasn't been that long since the last chapter... has it? I'm not really sure, but in the next few days, I'm going to try and get the next chapter wrote as soon as possible because after this week, I won't have my laptop so you'll be waiting for a while if i don't get it done.

Anyway, here's the next chapter... some pretty deep stuff in this chapter... Enjoy


Chapter Eleven


Kurt was still clutching Blaine's hand when Mr. Anderson walked back into the hospital room. He felt like he was interrupting some sacred moment between the two boys even though one of them was in a coma.

"Are... Are you ok, Kurt?" Mr. Anderson asked from the doorway.

Kurt's head shot up. Using the hand that wasn't holding onto Blaine, he wiped away the tears that were lining his eyes. "I.. I'm fine." He stuttered.

Mr. Anderson surveyed the scene in front of him, "I know you're lying Kurt. I know that we don't have a close relationship, but you can still... talk to me if you need to."

Kurt sat still for a minute, the only noise he made was sniffling. He thought about what the older version of Blaine was saying. Blaine wasn't there to comfort him right now... if he was, he wouldn't need the comfort. Mr. Anderson was the closest thing he had to Blaine right now, so could he tell him? What would happen? He could throw him out. Shout at him. Blame him for everything...

"I..." He stopped himself. He didn't know what to do.

"Mr. Anderson?"

"Go on Kurt."

"There's something I need to tell you..."

~0~

The Glee Club slowly left the living room of the Anderson home after Kurt had told them that Blaine was ill. Thanking Mrs. Anderson for letting them stay, even if it was just for a short while.

"Do you think he's alright?" Mrs. Anderson broke the silence.

Mr. Anderson pondered the question for a while, "I'm not sure. Kurt will make sure he's okay though. You should wait for him to calm down though until you burst in there with soup and flannels. It will only make him sicker if you give him too much stress."

Mrs. Anderson stayed quiet for a while. Richard got up and started to clear away all the pizza that was left in the room.

"What do you mean 'I should wait' he's your son to Richard. You should be worried whether he's okay or no as well. Not just me."

Mr. Anderson let out a sigh, "You know that isn't what I mean. Of course I want him to be okay, he's my son."

"You don't seem to bothered."

"Charlotte," He let out a breath, "You know that I care about him, you know I do. But, ever since that bloody dance he's been distant with me. Ever since we tried to fix that car. I care about him Char, I really, really do, but he has a better relationship with you then with me. I'm always away working, and you're here. Looking after him. Being a mom."

She hadn't thought of that. Yes, he worked away a lot, and maybe the building a car thing wasn't a good idea, but Blaine still loved him. They saw each other quite a bit even with him always working away.

"He knows that you have to work Rich, you know that too. I shouldn't have snapped at you, I'm just... I'm so worried about him." She explained. Richard looked at her, waiting for her to continue, "For the past few weeks he's been so... depressed? He had an argument with Kurt after you went back to work for the week, and he wouldn't talk to me, he never came out of his room, he barely ate. Then tonight, when all the Glee kids were here, he suddenly felt ill. I don't know what to do anymore. It's like he isn't even my little boy anymore. He's so distant. At least now he's got Kurt back and they're happy together again, but I just can't help feeling that there's still something wrong."

Richard stood quiet for a while, trying to process the reasoning of his wife. He looked up to the stairs, where the two boys had headed up in a rush, wondering if all his wife had said was true...

~0~

Meanwhile, upstairs, Blaine was curled up in Kurt's arms, with tears still running down his face. He tried to sleep, but he was plagued by nightmares that woke him up with an itch on his skin.

Kurt was there by his side the whole time. Holding him, comforting him when he needed it. He was whispering soft, soothing words to the shorter boy to try and calm him down slightly, trying to not let the other boy know about the internal battle he was having with himself.

He really should tell Blaine's parents about what Blaine had been doing to himself, but Blaine looked so broken when he had asked him to not tell them about it.

"Kurt..." He heard the sniffle.

"Yeah sweetie?"

"I... I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment. I want to do things right by you, and I thought... I thought that if I wasn't here, holding you back when you went to New York next year, then you would be able to go to Broadway easier. You could find someone who was actually worth all of the love you have to give. Not some small idiot that has a self harm problem. You deserve so much more than that, and there are so many things you should have that I can't give you."

Kurt was shocked into silence for a few moments. "Blaine, you're not a disappointment, not now, not ever. I love you, and I don't think I could survive in New York if I didn't know that you were here still loving me even though I'm thousands of miles away. New York isn't a break in us Blaine. It's a distance that can make our love for each other so much stronger than it already is. The only thing I need from you Blaine, is your love and promise to stay with me forever. Even when we're both in New York in an apartment that's to small with appliances that don't work properly, and rent that's way too high for such a grotty place. That's all I need Blaine. You."

Blaine had a new batch of tears rolling down his face now. They were tears of admiration for the boy that was laid in front of him. He felt Kurt's arms tighten around him, and he snuggled closer to the other boy laying his head on Kurt's chest as they both slowly fell asleep.

~0~

Mrs. Anderson went to check on the two boys before she went to bed, and the sight in front of her warmed her heart, but also made it ache. The tear tracks that were marked on his face, made her want to wake him up and ask him what was wrong right then and there. But, he also looked so peaceful curled up around Kurt. He looked happy, even in his sleep. He looked happier than he had been in the last couple of weeks.

She walked towards the bed, and pulled a blanket up over them so they wouldn't get cold. Then she turned back and quietly walked out of the room.

~0~

"What is it Kurt?" Mr. Anderson asked, snapping Kurt back to the hospital room.

"I- I've known for a while that Blaine was cutting..."

Mr. Anderson's jaw dropped. 'How could he keep this from us. He could have stopped all of this!'

"When... When I found out, he was so scared about you finding out. It was like if you found out you wouldn't even see him as a human. He was so, so scared that you would see him as a disappointment, and I wanted to tell you I really did. But, I didn't want him to be angry at me then do something like this. I thought that... that... Maybe if I didn't tell you, he would trust me more and then I could help him. I honestly thought that he was better. If I had known that this was going to happen, then I would have told you straight away, I promise."

Mr. Anderson fell silently into one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs in the room, trying to process all the information that he had just received. He looked at his son lying prone in the hospital bed, and thought about how maybe if Kurt had told them then they could have stopped this from happening. On the other hand though, Kurt had gained his son's trust and did help him calm down and stop, even if it was just a little while and he had only postponed the whole thing. What he did next... he wasn't proud of.

"I think you should leave now Kurt," The tall boys eyes filled with hurt and shock, "I.. I think it's best if you go home now, I need to think about all that you have told me. You can come and see Blaine tomorrow if you wish, but for now... Just go."

He didn't dare look up at the boy, he could already tell that there were tears forming in his eyes. He heard the sniffles, and then he heard the door to the room open, and the shuffling of feet leaving the room. Once the door had shut, Richard Anderson pulled the chair closer to his son and took his hand. When he squeezed the hand and got no reply from the boy, he completely broke down.


So, that was pretty short, i realise this. I was going to do the next day in the same chapter, but i feel like the chapter would've been to long. So yeah.. My idea of papa Anderson there. I like him... he's cool...

Until next time... :)