I woke up the next morning feeling amazing. I could now actually breathe and I knew I was completely healed. I jogged down the stairs, not even bothering to look at the clock and started making breakfast as I always did on Saturday mornings.

As I had flipped some of the pieces of bacon and French toast, a pair of arms snaked around my middle, a chin resting on my shoulder.

"Hello there beautiful." He said as he kissed my cheek. My heart rate quickened as he continued to stand there.

"Well hello. How are you this fine morning?"

He let go and leaned on the counter off to the side, but still able to face me.

"You wanna know the truth, don't you?" It was more of a statement then a question.

I turned to face my body towards him and crossed my arms, spatula still in hand. I nodded, eyeing him carefully.

He looked down and rubbed the back of his neck like he always did when he was ashamed or nervous. I made a step towards him and grabbed the arm, lowering it to his side.

"Hey, none of that." I said quietly, holding his hand.

He looked up and gave me a confused look.

"None of what?"

"You always do that," I made a gesture with my free hand, "when you're nervous or embarrassed. What's wrong?" I said, rubbing my thumb over his.

He sighed before giving a small smile.

"You know me better then myself, and that's one of the many things I love about you. Honestly, I'm just emotionally tired. I should have been expecting this but I guess… I guess I wasn't prepared enough." He closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. "Despite how much he has hurt me with his words, I still love him. I mean he's my dad and I just want to have a normal family like everyone else…. Like you."

Just then Finn bounded down the stairs, headphones in his ears, the volume turned up to its max and he started dancing uncontrollably as he sang as loudly as he could. Obviously he had not seen us.

"If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy-"

He yanked his headphones out of his ears as soon as he saw us looking at him, holding back laughter.

He blushed, turning his IPod off and mumbling a quick "sorry" as he left the house to go for his morning jog.

I looked back to Blaine and smiled.

"If you think my family is normal… Then you a crazy man!"

We both laughed at this and at the mental picture of Finn that was now implanted in our memory forever. Our laughter died and I went back to cooking. He stayed where he was, crossing his arms. I could feel his gaze.

I looked out of the corner of my eye. He stood there, a smile on his lips. It wasn't a full one with teeth, just the corners of his mouth lifted, his head slightly cocked to one side.

I shifted my eyes back to the stove, the corners of my own mouth lifting.

"And what do you think you're staring at Mr. Anderson."

"Oh just admiring you. How adorable you are. How perfect you are. How I will never find out what exactly I did to deserve you. But you know, as long as I have you, it doesn't matter."

I could feel my cheeks go hot and I knew I was blushing hard. He always seemed to do that to me. He gave a slight chuckle as he walked past me, squeezing my arm gently and walking back upstairs.

When I had finished breakfast I called everyone down, thinking that 8:30 was plenty of time to sleep in.

Carole came down first, yawning into her arm, my dad following close behind. I set the food on the table as Finn walked in, sweaty from his run. He sat down and immediately made a grab for the food in front of him.

When I saw that Blaine had still not come down, I walked up the stairs and knocked on his door silently. When there was no answer, I opened it slowly and smiled at the sight.

He was curled up in a ball underneath his covers, his mouth slightly open. His dark curls that were once in place were now all over the pillow. I was about to close the door, not wanting to disturb him, when I heard a soft sound come from the young man.

"Blaine?" I asked softly.

He didn't respond except for the sudden jerk in his body. It was no longer relaxed as he tossed and turned his head from side to side.

"No, no please no." He said, his face twisting in distress.

I quickly went over to him, sitting on the edge of his bed and grabbed his hand, bringing it to my chest.

"Blaine, I'm here. Wake up Blaine." I said, squeezing his hand.

Immediately, his eyes flew open, wide in horror as he turned his head side to side as if searching for something before turning his focus on me. His face softened and he finally relaxed, sitting up. He released our hands and rubbed his face, and ran his hands through his hair.

"Sorry." He mumbled as he got out of bed.

I grabbed his hand again and made him look at me. I searched his eyes, looking for something, but I didn't know what.

"What happened?"

His eyes immediately went to the ground and he pulled away.

"I don't want to talk about it." When he looked up again he must have seen my hurt. "Kurt, I'm sorry, I just don't want to talk about it, alright? It was nothing really, just a nightmare."

I was still unsure, but I knew better then to push it any further.

We stood there, still looking at each other, as he took a deep breath, breaking the silence.

"Mmmm, something smells delicious. Is breakfast ready?" He asked, ready to turn.

"Yeah it's all on the table." He turned to leave but I grabbed his bicep, stopping him in his tracks.

"Blaine, I'm here for you, always. Please, just remember that."

He never once looked back at me, but I saw his head move slowly up and down. We both walked out of the room and down the stairs, putting on the best fake smiles we could put on.

The conversation at the table was light and easy. Blaine and I couldn't help but joke around with Finn bringing up what happened earlier this morning. He only laughed along. He was so easy to tease.

After Finn had finished his fourth helping, he asked to be excused and went upstairs after putting his dished in the sink.

The four of us sat in silence for awhile before Dad spoke.

"Ok guys, here's the deal. Blaine, from what you've told me about your dad, I can take a stab at what happened. But, it's for you to tell me. Alright? You don't have to if you don't want to, but know I'm here to support you." Blaine nodded when he took a pause. "And that leads us to the next point. Blaine, you are welcome to stay here as long as you need to. But that means we need to set some ground rules. Pretty much the same rules as before. Door stays open unless I approve beforehand, don't go in the basement just the two of you, etc. The only new rule is you have to be in your respected rooms by ten on school nights, and midnight on the weekends and breaks. Just like normal curfew. I'm sorry to say this, but if you break any of the rules, we'll have to find somewhere else for you to live. I'm sorry if I'm being harsh, but I don't want any secrets and awkwardness in this house. Do I make myself clear?" He asked, looking to both of us.

I was about to protest, saying how unfair it was to kick him out if we were to break the rules but Blaine quickly interjected.

"I understand completely. And I totally agree with you. I won't break your trust sir. You've done so much for me already; I don't want to let you down."

I rubbed his thigh lightly, giving him a smile.

My dad nodded, smiling at the agreement we had come to. After being excused, I followed him up to his room, making sure to leave the door open just a crack. We sat on the end of the bed, his head leaning on my shoulder as we slowly intertwined our hands together.

"How did I get so lucky? I mean, I haven't done anything good or anything. I haven't done anything to deserve any of this."

I sighed, wishing he could see how incredible he actually was. I rested my chin on top of his head, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, him leaning into my chest.

"Blaine, I don't know what more I can say to try and convince you of just how amazing you are. You saved me Blaine. When there was no one there, you were. You showed me how to be courageous. You are too talented for your own damn good, and you make my heart stop every time you let out a single note. You are incredible. You are loved. You are cared about. You mean the world to me. You are so incredibly strong Blaine, and you amaze me every single day. You will get through this, but there will not be a minute where I'm not right there by your side."

He sighed into my chest, and I felt something wet seep through to the skin.

"I love you Kurt." He managed to choke out.

"I love you too Blaine. More then you know."

I wish that I could take all of his hurt and all of this pain that he had to carry around right that second. But I knew that all I could do for him was to be there and support him. And we would take every day one day at a time.

I just wanted to send a quick thank you to all of you wonderful readers. You are all so amazing! I love all of your ideas and trust me, i already have story lines to go along with them, so sit tight! I will write them when i find the time is right. So thank you all again so so so much! Love to all of you!