Author's note: Here's my third draft!

Blaine felt the car stop in front of the multimillion dollar house of Cooper's producer, but he didn't move. He didn't want to be suffocated by mindless chatter and faked smiles and noisy laughter of tipsy people. He didn't like parties. Opening his eyes, Blaine stared at the rest of his family, his parents stepping out and looking away from everyone else as if they were so much better than them. He sighed heavily and unstrapped himself, loving his brother enough to do this for him. Following Kurt out of the car, Blaine stuffed his hands in his pockets.

His mom walked a step in front of him, whacking him with her purse, "Stand up straighter, Blaine." Blaine instantly took his hands out of his pockets, pushing his shoulders back just because he wanted them to leave him alone, and they wouldn't until they got their way.

Alicia and Kurt glanced over their shoulders at his mom's harsh tone, and Kurt seemed bothered when his dad yanked him back and hissed in his ear. "You better not be an embarrassment tonight. This is a big deal for your brother. Smile and look like a normal person. If I see you yawn or frown once, I'll kick you out of my house."

"I get it," he snapped, yanking out of his dad's grip. Cooper quickly left Alicia's side and wrapped his arm around Blaine, pushing him away from their dad.

"Blaine's fine. Calm down." Rubbing Blaine's back, even though Blaine didn't want to be touched, Cooper muttered. "Dad, everything's good. I'm just glad he's here." He pulled Blaine up with him and returned to his fiancée's side, and Blaine hesitantly went to Kurt. He felt humiliated, and he didn't like being seen as weak.

Kurt looped his arm through Blaine's, glimpsing back at his parents only once. "Is everything okay?" He whispered, his eyes huge with worry. When Blaine didn't answer him, he asked softly, "Blaine, what's the matter? What did your dad tell you?"

"Nothing that he hasn't said before." Blaine growled, then softened his voice when Kurt flinched. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm just… upset because I don't like parties. You don't have to be around me right now. You can go with Cooper and Alicia."

Shaking his head, Kurt walked a little closer to Blaine, "I don't want to leave you." He assured him, squeaking when someone almost stepped on him. Blaine picked him up off his toes and half carried him over to a quiet table, putting him down on one of the chairs.

Blaine lowered beside of him, and he bit down on the inside of his cheek. His ears still hurt and he had a headache, but it was getting bearable. Feeling soft fingers thread through his hair, Blaine sighed when they started stroking him. "Come a little closer." Kurt whispered, and Blaine scooted his chair against Kurt's. "When I was little and I had a bad day, my mom would always take me on her knee and stroke my hair."

Closing his eyes, Blaine leaned into Kurt. Kurt slid his hands down to Blaine's nape and massaged his neck, and it felt so good. "You're very different from what I thought you would be like when we first met." Kurt told him, and Blaine opened one eye. He wondered what Kurt had seen him as when they met. "Why don't you like parties? I think some can be fun."

Blaine laid his cheek on Kurt's shoulder, getting as close to him as possible. Kurt cupped his face and kept rubbing. "I want to like parties." He muttered, knowing how scary it was to tell someone everything. But he trusted Kurt. "I want to be normal and have fun like everyone else. I don't know what's wrong with me… it's terrifying getting to know others. And I just get bored at parties."

Sympathetically snuggling into Blaine, Kurt tapped his bottom lip, "What makes you happy?" He lifted his head, even though Blaine grunted at him to stay, and he nipped his lip and smiled. "Lots of things make me happy." Suddenly getting distracted by something, Kurt ran his hands up and down Blaine's sides.

Blaine raised his brows, "Honey, what are you doing?" Gasping when Kurt slid his hands to Blaine's thighs and kept searching him, Blaine covered his flushing face, "I—get out of my pocket."

Sticking his tongue out, Kurt patted his chest, "I'm looking for your ticklish spot. I want you to smile."

Helplessly chuckling, Blaine took Kurt's hands and kissed both of his palms, "I promise, I don't have a ticklish spot. My skin is too rough."

"Everyone has a ticklish spot!" Kurt squeaked, returning his hands to Blaine's body. He touched Blaine's arms and stroked the inside of his forearms, and Blaine snorted at the feeling of his soft fingers brushing up and down his hard skin. "I found it!" He patted his fingertips together and tickled the spot again.

Laughing, Blaine pulled Kurt onto his lap. He scratched Kurt's stomach, and Kurt squealed and squirmed to get away. "Blaine!" Kurt giggled, pushing on Blaine's hands. "I'm very ticklish there!"

Blaine leaned down to kiss Kurt's lips, "I know." He muttered and stroked circles around Kurt's belly button. "You kicked me off the bed last night because I kissed your cute, little belly."

"I'm sorry," Kurt teasingly stuck his bottom lip out. "I couldn't stop laughing." Wrapping Blaine in his arms, he murmured, "You look happy now."

Sighing heavily, Blaine pressed his face to the top of Kurt's head. He breathed in the scent of sweet raspberries. "You make me really happy." He held Kurt close and suddenly didn't notice any other person, even though the room was just as loud. It was just Kurt in his arms. "I love you."

Kurt smiled and snuggled deeper, but before he could say it back, Blaine felt himself get ripped off the chair. Knocked aside, Kurt scrambled for balance and he squeaked, reaching out for Blaine. Blaine was dragged away from him, and he whipped around to stare at Kurt. He turned back around and saw his dad, who looked furious. "What the fuck?" He yelled, his mood back to being worse than ever. "Let me go!"

His dad pulled him down an almost empty hallway, "I asked one thing of you!" He shouted, slamming Blaine against a wall. "To not be a fucking embarrassment to this family! And not only did you seclude yourself from everyone, you were kissing on that boy!"

Blaine shoved his dad off, "Stop!"

"Dad, what are you doing?" Blaine heard his brother's harsh voice, and he glared over their dad's thick shoulder at him. Coop reached for their dad and yanked him away from Blaine, putting himself between them. "Leave him alone. He wasn't doing anything wrong."

Blaine watched the rest of his family walk down the hallway, Alicia with her hand on her stomach and his mom right behind her. Kurt poked his nose around the corner a second later, and Blaine looked away, not wanting him to see him like this. "Cooper, don't tell me he has you thinking it's okay to be gay!"

"It's not that big of a deal, Dad!" Cooper shouted. "Dammit, you're the one embarrassing me by freaking out and dragging him across the room." He turned his attention to Blaine, who clamped up and jerked away from him. "Blaine, are you okay?"

He ignored his brother, knowing that he actually did care, but not wanting to say a word because he felt like curling up somewhere and hiding. Tears pressed on the corners of his eyes like heavy weights, but they dripped off his lashes when someone slapped him across his cheek. He heard a tiny squeak from Kurt, and then Alicia murmured something to him. "You want to be silent and act like an asshole to your brother? He asked you a question. Answer him, Blaine. He's the only one who cares about you right now and you want to look away from him?"

"Stop it, Dad!" Cooper pulled Blaine against his chest, and Blaine weakly collapsed against him. He didn't want to lean on him, but he liked feeling the protection of his strong arms. "Don't hit him! Maybe that's why he won't answer us, because you yell at him for everything he says and does."

He was tired of being talked about as if he wasn't in the room. Even though he wanted to stay in Coop's arms, he hated all of the yelling and shouting and pushing. It was giving him a headache. Shoving away from Coop, Blaine ran down the hallway and heard Kurt on his heels.

"Blaine, wait!" Coop yelled, also going after Blaine.

Blaine just wanted quiet. He wanted away. Almost knocking people over to get outside, Blaine burst through the back door. Everyone was inside, giving Blaine the privacy he needed. He turned around and saw Kurt about a foot away from him, his eyes huge and tears streaking his soft cheeks. "I'm sorry I'm not normal." He muttered, and Kurt started to shake his head, but was interrupted by the door swinging open again.

Cooper appeared in the doorway, his mouth hanging open as he panted. "Blaine, you can't just run away from me." Walking outside with them, he held his arms open. When Blaine didn't twitch, his head turned away, Cooper sighed and shoved his fingers into his hair. "I'm sorry. I know you're hurt. I get it… Dad can be an ass." Blaine's jaw hardened and he kept still as Coop hesitantly approached him, still holding his arms out. "I really am sorry, Blaine. You can lean on me if you want. You're my baby brother and I love you." Bending down, Coop kissed Blaine's forehead, and Blaine closed his eyes.

Pulling Blaine into his arms, Cooper rubbed his back until the door opened again. Alicia slid out and folded her arms over her chest, "Blaine, are you okay?"

Blaine lifted his head and looked at Kurt, who was still staring at him with wide eyes. Dropping his head to his brother's chest, Blaine blew out heavily. Cooper stroked his hair again, kissing his forehead. "Blaine… can I tell you something? I think you'll understand. You've been through it."

Swallowing thickly, Blaine pulled off his brother and returned to Kurt, who reached down for his hand. "What?"

Cooper grabbed Alicia around her waist, and he tugged her against him, "Blaine… Alicia is pregnant. It hasn't been long… she's due in June." At Blaine's emotionless face, he realized his brother wasn't going to freak out. He slowly continued, "You know I'll be going to India to shoot that movie, and Alicia's busy with her own career. You're the only person I trust… I won't have our parents raise the baby while I'm away. They couldn't even raise you, and they probably messed up a lot with raising me. Alicia and I were wondering… if you could watch the baby for a while."

Alicia quickly added, "We know it sounds like a lot… you're only eighteen years old to be making a decision like this. But you are very mature and you'll be nineteen by the time the baby gets here. You can tell us no, Blaine… because you will be graduating and you'll probably be looking at jobs or colleges—"

Blaine shook his head, abruptly quieting her. She turned to Coop and whispered something about her aunt being able to watch him in case Blaine couldn't, but Blaine actually wanted to. He didn't see himself at a college or getting a job. His parents would give him money at his graduation. He realized that after Kurt left, he would be completely alone. He thought that raising a baby, who wouldn't judge him and would grow up loving him—since few people did, wouldn't be all that bad.

Nodding his head, he muttered, "I'll watch the baby."

"You will?" Alicia seemed startled by his answer. She realized how she sounded and shook her head, "I'm sorry… you just don't seem like the type to like children."

Blaine didn't say anything about that. He knew how people saw him because of his cold personality, and he wondered sometimes if they were right about him. His jaw tightened and he turned to his brother, who smiled at him. "Thanks, Blaine." He held his arms open again, but Blaine ignored the kind gesture.

"I want to go home." He muttered, walking past them with Kurt bouncing on his heels. He caught his brother's wounded expression, and he didn't like hurting his brother, but Blaine hated that look of absolute adoration and appreciation on his face. When Karofsky asked him to do things—which he did—it was never good enough. He could have done something better. That was what he was used to, so he didn't want his brother to look at him like that, especially when he doubted that it was a good idea to put a helpless, innocent baby in his hands.

He was too damaged for a baby, the same way he was too damaged to stay with Kurt for long. He guessed it was a good thing that Kurt was leaving him, as much as that hurt him.