Kurt quickly put his finger over his mouth, silently telling Burt to not speak. Burt stood at the door, watching as Kurt unwrapped himself from Blaine. It took a minute as Blaine was very… grabby. He had never fully let go of Kurt during the night, so Kurt had to twist around awkwardly and practically pry Blaine's hands from his shirt.
It was a lot of movement, but Blaine must have been exhausted, cause he never woke up.
Kurt finally got out of the bed, taking the pillow he was laying on and using it as his replacement.
Blaine snuggled close to the pillow as Kurt walked out of the room.
Once Kurt was out, Burt shut the door.
"Wait 'til we get downstairs," Kurt whispered, motioning to the staircase.
Burt nodded and they headed down. Carole was sitting on the couch and Kurt joined her, sitting down beside her. Burt sat to the side of them, in his recliner.
"Dad, I promise nothing happened. I wouldn't-"
Burt raised a hand, cutting him off. "Kurt, I can tell something's wrong. Carole and I came down earlier and saw the empty food container and your computer on the table. We know neither of you would leave a mess. Carole was gonna go up and check on Blaine, but I told her I would… I didn't really expect you to be in there, but I know nothing happened… Nothing like, that, anyway. I also know that, if something like that did happen, you wouldn't be dumb enough to stay in his room all night."
Kurt breathed a sigh in relief. "Dad, I honestly don't know what happened."
"What do you mean, honey?" Carole asked.
Kurt looked back and forth between them, before fixing his eyes ahead at the coffee table. "I wasn't tired so I came down to get some warm milk and look up stuff on my computer. Blaine woke up and came down hungry, so he fixed his food and ate. Next thing I know, he's crying his eyes out and saying how could they, he's all alone, they don't love him, and asking me why." Kurt shook his head, holding back the tears that were in his eyes. "He was so pitiful, Dad. I finally got him to go up to his room, but he begged me not to leave him alone. I- I just couldn't leave him. He was so sad… He asked me to stay until he fell asleep, but I couldn't leave him even then. I just laid there all night, wondering what happened to make him freak out like that."
Carole placed a hand on Kurt's back, rubbing it comfortingly.
"You're a good kid, Kurt," Burt said, his voice wavering slightly. He cleared his throat. "Why don't we talk to Blaine when he wakes up? Ask him what's wrong?"
Kurt looked up at Burt, shaking his head. "No. No, he- he probably didn't even want you guys to know the breakdown happened."
"Kurt, if something's wrong-"
"I think Kurt's right, Burt," Carole interrupted. "When Blaine's ready, he'll come to us, or Kurt, and tell us what happened. He needs to do this on his own terms."
Burt let out a deep breath. "Okay. Fine… But, if he has another breakdown, we're talkin' to him."
Kurt nodded.
Carole patted Kurt's back lightly. "Well, I think I'm going to go make breakfast."
Kurt yawned as she got up and headed to the kitchen. "I'm gonna get my computer and go to my room," He said as he stood up.
Burt stood up as well. "Kurt," He said, blocking Kurt's path.
"Yeah, Dad?"
Burt suddenly pulled Kurt into a hug, holding him tightly. "You're a good boy, Kurt," He said for a second time. "I'm proud to have you as a son."
Kurt wasn't sure where this sudden outburst of emotion came from, but he gladly accepted it and hugged his dad back. "Th- Thank you, Dad. I- I don't know what I'd do without you."
Burt sniffed as he pulled back from Kurt. He cleared his throat again before speaking. "Now, go upstairs and rest for a while. I'll let you know when breakfast is ready."
Kurt smiled. "Okay, Dad. I love you."
"Love you too, kid."
Once Kurt got to his room he got right on Facebook and resumed his search from the night before. Thankfully, most of Blaine's Dalton friends' profiles were public, so Kurt could easily message them.
He had messaged three of Blaine's friends before he felt someone staring at him. He looked up to see Blaine standing in the doorway.
"C- Can I come in?" He asked, his voice so low that Kurt could barely hear it.
Kurt nodded. "Yeah," he said as he scooted over, giving Blaine room to sit beside him.
Blaine walked over and crawled up the bed, then sat beside Kurt, leaning his back against the headboard.
Kurt could tell that Blaine was wanting to say something, so he shut his computer down and laid it on the floor beside his bed.
The room was silent for almost a full minute before Blaine spoke. "I- I'm sorry… about last night," He said, his eyes focused straight ahead.
Kurt looked over at him. "Don't be," He replied immediately. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
Blaine turned his head, staring straight into Kurt's eyes. "Thank you… for being there for me."
"I'll always be here for you, Blaine. You're my best friend."
Blaine smiled a small smile, then returned his gaze to the wall ahead of him. Kurt looked at Blaine for a moment longer, then looked ahead as well.
The room was filled with silence yet again. Kurt knew that Blaine had more to say, and that he needed to go at his own pace, so he just waited.
Two minutes passed, then Blaine finally spoke. "I went to my parents house yesterday," He said.
This made Kurt turn his head quickly again, but Blaine didn't return the gaze this time.
"I wanted to see if-," He laughed humorlessly, "if they wanted me to come home… I- I actually thought that they might want me back."
Kurt felt tears forming in his eyes. He blinked rapidly to push them away, not wanting to fall apart with Blaine there. He needed to be strong for him.
"Only my mom was home," Blaine continued. "Before I saw her, I went up to my room and- and everything was gone. All of my stuff was just… gone. She caught me in there… I asked her where my stuff was… She acted like it was the weirdest question in the world. Like I should know that it would all be gone. She told me that, if I changed my mind, I could come back home. Like being gay is some sort of choice. I felt so rejected… even more-so than the day I came out and they kicked me out."
Kurt's heart was beating rapidly. He felt so much anger, sadness, and pain for Blaine. He had never felt so much emotion for another person before.
He didn't know what to say. He knew that, right now, anything that came out would just sound stupid, or not good enough, so he said nothing.
He looked down between them, where Blaine's hand rested on the bed and, with only a moments hesitation, he placed his hand on top of Blaine's.
Blaine seemed to come out of his trance and looked down at their hands. He was surprised by the action, but he didn't pull away. Nor did he ever even think about pulling away.
He felt like he could literally feel his heart swelling with emotion. He didn't think such a simple, wordless gesture could say so much.
After a moment, Blaine turned his hand over, both boys still staring down at them. He intertwined his fingers with Kurt's, then gave Kurt's hand a gentle squeeze.
Neither of them said a word, but neither of them needed to. Because now Blaine knew, if there was one thing he wasn't, it was alone.
I don't have much time to look over this as I leave for class in ten minutes, so let me know if there are any spelling errors and I'll go back and fix it later. Thank you for reading and (hopefully) reviewing ;)
Next chapter is Christmas, and I promise it's lighter than the last few chapters have been.
Also, anyone else obsessed with listening to Wanna Be Startin' Something? I keep repeating it!