AN: So, I know I haven't updated in a while and I'm sorry, but here's the next chapter. This chapter is basically describing Blaine's home, and I know we've seen his room on the show, but this is what it is in this story. If there's anything you want to see in upcoming chapters, let me know. Reviews are appreciated-I'd love to find out what you think.
For the first time since the shooting, Carole was left alone with Blaine.
Blaine slept pretty much the entire time-and as he did, Carole couldn't help but notice how peaceful he looked. He had had to deal with so much over the past few days, but her worries soon disappeared as she realised that he had the help now.
He had the help that-he might not have necessarily wanted-but the help that he needed.
He was back with Kurt, and had the support from everyone around him. All in all-aside from his injuries, Blaine was in a pretty good position right now-and Carole felt her heart swell up at that point.
To her, Blaine was like another son. Sure, when she married Burt she had gained Kurt, but having Kurt as a son also meant that she had gained Blaine.
Blaine was family.
Burt pulled up outside the Anderson household. It was bigger than expected.
Much bigger.
There was a gate which opened up the entrance to the garden. The driveway stretched into the garage, but also into a car park, meaning there was plenty of space for plenty of cars.
Sure-Kurt, Finn and Burt were in one car-but the space that the Anderson garden had meant that there was enough room for them to bring there own cars if they wanted.
The door was white. Not just any white, though-the door was so white that anyone would think it had just been painted. Kurt knew that wasn't the case though.
He fished out his key from his pocket and gently pushed open the door. Finn's mouth dropped open when he stepped inside. In front of him was a long hall way. The hall way split off into a number of different rooms, and had pictures lining the walls.
The walls were an ocean blue. Blaine had joked around Kurt a number of times that he had painted the house to match his eyes-but again-he knew that wasn't the case.
To anybody else, it would have looked like the house had 3 occupants-judging by the pictures on the wall. Those three occupants would be Mr and Mrs Anderson-and Cooper. There were hardly any pictures of Blaine up-in fact-there weren't any at all. Instead, numerous posters of Cooper from that credit rating ad were plastered up.
The first room branched off to the left. That was the living room. The walls were a dull grey, and had a TV in the corner that seemed to be gathering dust-proof that the room was rarely occupied. Under the window was a small 3 seater, and on the opposite wall was a 2 seater. The flooring was laminate and again, "family portraits" were hung up on the wall-only two or three, though.
The next room they went into was a dining room. This room was simple-a table in the middle of the room with 6 chairs around it and 2 on either end. There were no pictures in here, but a painting from Van Gogh was hung on the far wall. The table itself was set-all of the seats-and was complete with a folded napkin in each glass. Along with this, there was a small vase of flowers in the middle, but they were slowly dying.
On the right side of the corridor, was a bathroom. They didn't spend too long in here, because really-there was nothing to marvel at. Other than the immaculate condition the room was kept in-it was just an ordinary bathroom.
Well-room with a toilet and a sink.
The final room was at the end of the hall. This was the kitchen. There were a number of cupboards along the walls, with shiny, polished counters underneath them. The fridge was silver in colour and the freezer was next to it. Along one of the walls was a cooker-powered by electricity, of course. There was a kettle, a toaster and a blender, along with a number of other things. These were all kept in excellent condition as well.
The back door led into an extension, but this only kept the washing machine and the tumble drier. Another door then led out into the back garden.
The trio made their way upstairs. There were two flights of stairs, but they had decided to tackle them one at a time.
There were no pictures here, but the walls were again ocean blue. On this floor was the bathroom-a room with a bath, toilet, sink and a shower. Blue in theme, with a picture of a beach hung up on the wall. On the sand was a small heart-but Kurt knew that this was a house, not a home. Love was not present in here.
There were also 3 other rooms. One of them was a big room, with a double bed that was neatly made-no creases-and a cupboard on the far wall. There was an en suite bathroom here. It was clearly Blaine's parents' room.
The next room they came across was a guest room. This held a double bed and a painting on the wall. There was a small locker next to the bed and the curtains were opened, allowing the rays of sunlight to shine onto the pillow.
The final room had to have been Cooper's-though Kurt knew that Cooper barely ever stayed in this household. In all honesty, Cooper's room was like an ode to himself. There were pictures of himself from the ad above his bed, and on the small desk-there was a framed picture. It was of him and Blaine, the day Blaine was born-but it was the least dusty thing in the room. Clearly it was the thing that he cherished the most.
So far none of the house looked like it was lived in at all. It was in much to good condition to be a home. Finally, they went up the second flight of stairs. Kurt knew from past visits that this top area of the house was Blaine's. His parents were never around for long enough to even care, but Cooper respected his wishes and never went in there.
Kurt had, though.
Plenty of times.
On the top floor of the Anderson household, was Blaine's room. It was huge. It had the floor area of the bottom two floors, so, really-his room was like Kurt's apartment in New York. There wasn't a window in his room, instead-a skylight in the centre of the ceiling. It was a beautiful sight when the stars and moon were out.
Blaine's bed was right in the corner. It wasn't like what you'd expect, though. Blaine had a bunk bed-sort of. There was a couch on the bottom that turned into a double bed if need be (Which was whenever Kurt was round), and a single bed on the top. His bed covers were the Avengers-as were his pillows. On top of the pillow was the Margaret Thatcher dog Kurt had wrangled from Finn last year.
Around his room were various posters. Some were of Disney movies-other of Broadway shows. There were also posters of Blaine's favourite bands and a signed poster from Team Starkid.
Against one of the walls was a desk. The desk had an Apple laptop in the centre of it, the lid was closed meaning that the framed picture of him and Kurt on prom night could be seen clearly. So could his docking station. Above the desk were two notice boards. One board had school work on, while the other had pictures of Blaine and his friends from Dalton, Blaine and Kurt-and Blaine and the New Directions.
Against another wall was a keyboard. The keyboard had sheet music strewn across it-and so did the stool. Next to it, lying in its case in the corner was Blaine's guitar. It was no secret that he could play piano, but the guitar was something that he saved just for Kurt. It gave them another thing to share between just them.
There was a flat screen TV on one of the walls, with a built in DVD player. Connected to it was an Xbox and Finn's eyes widened at the sight.
On either side of the room was a door. On one side, the door led to a walk in wardrobe-with the door plastered in pictures of the two of them together. Perhaps the most flattering thing was the fact that at the top of the door, was a picture of Blaine, Finn, Kurt, Burt and Carole from when they went to the zoo for the day. As far as he could see, the only pictures of the Anderson's were down the bottom. There were only 3 of those. One of him and Cooper, and two of the whole family.
The wardrobe itself was filled with neatly organised shelves. On the top shelf was a box full of bowties, and the bottom of it was filled with shoes. Kurt knew that Blaine took pride in his appearance, so the state of his wardrobe was no surprise.
The other door led to a bathroom. The bathroom contained a shower, toilet and a sink. On the sink were a number of tubs of hair gel. One of them was already half emptied, but there were more in the cabinet above the sink. Also in the cabinet was toothpaste, deodorant and tooth brushes. It also acted as a medicine cabinet, so the bottom shelf had a small first aid kit, a thermometer and medicine.
There was also something else in the cabinet-but Kurt wouldn't tell them about that.
After grabbing his toothbrush, and a deodorant from the bathroom, the three went back into Blaine's room. Kurt opened up the wardrobe again and started to pick out outfits for Blaine. He made sure to pack a number of bow ties, because he knew that his boyfriend would kill him id he came back with none.
Meanwhile, Burt and Finn were gathering things from his room. They didn't really know what to pack, so they just brought his laptop and charger, his school work-because knowing Blaine he would want to do that, and the photo of him and Kurt. There were a few things in his desk drawer, but Kurt had said that they were private-so they didn't bother with that.
They were about to leave when Kurt took one look at the stuffed dog and placed it with the other stuff.
Once they were satisfied that they had got everything, Kurt locked the door before jumping back in the car with his dad and Finn and heading back home, eager to get back to Blaine.
All for different reasons.