Blaine woke up the next day finding himself once again alone in the bed. He smiled when he realized he was alone as it meant that Kurt was in school, which also meant that Blaine hadn't woke him during the night with nightmare. He stretched his body, but it was too sore so he stopped. His ribs hurt more than the day before, mostly because he'd used the crutches.
He opened his eyes slowly to look at the clock, but was blown away of what he saw. The entire room was completely transformed. When he had fallen asleep the room had been a guest room, but now it was Blaine's room; his two guitars were on stands next to the desk; on the desk was his laptop, books from school and speakers to his iPod; two bookshelves had been lifted into the room and were filled with Blaine's CDs and books. On the windowsill there were two framed pictures; one of him and Kurt and one of him and his mother taken when Blaine was about ten years old.
Blaine sat on the bed smiling, tears streaming down his cheeks. He remembered the talk he'd had with Carole last night, and kept smiling. This was a family who showed him that they cared and they obviously really wanted him to live with them. His mind had gone blank when Carole had announced that they did, not believing that that people would be this nice to him. All his life he had been told by his father that he was a disgrace and a disappointment. He had been told that no one would ever believe him if he told anyone about his home situation. And, if he did tell anyone he would be all alone because no one would care about him. He'd thought that was the case. But now, his secret had been revealed and here was an entire family that opened their home and their arms for him.
Carole had told him that he never had to see his father if he didn't want to and he'd decided that he didn't want to. His father had never given him anything but harsh words and punches. He took a decision sitting there that morning – he would tell them everything, they deserved that. And he would do everything he could to make sure his father got what he deserved. Obviously there were people that loved him and he would spend his whole to show them his love and his gratitude.
Carole was surprised to see Blaine emerged from his room at 9 am. He wheeled himself to her where she sat at the table reading the newspaper. He had a huge smile on his face when he reached her. He stood up on his good foot and hugged her, holding her in a tight, warm hug with a lot of emotions. When they both pulled back there were tears in both their eyes. They looked at each other and smiled.
"Wow, Blaine! Thanks for the hug. You look like a whole new person this morning." Carole smiled to him.
"I feel like a new person! Thanks for the room. It's so me!" He said excitedly.
"I had nothing to do with it; I was lying on the bed with you the whole time. It was Kurt, Burt, Finn and Puck. Kurt was the one who lead the troops, but they all helped. We want you to feel at home here and we really do want you to move in here with us Blaine. We want you to be one of the family; I mean you practically are already. But that's only if you want to. It's completely your choice."
"I really want to Carole. Thank you so much. I would love to move in with you." Blaine smiled to Carole who yet again had tears rise in her eyes. This time it was her who got up on her feet and hugged Blaine.
"Oh, I'm so happy to hear that honey! Welcome to the family!" They looked at each other and smiled. Carole got up on her feet again.
"What do you want for breakfast hon?"
"I would love some cereal and a cup of coffee please."
"Coming right up!"
"Thanks. May I have the strong pain killers as well? I'm in more pain today than yesterday. Can you help me to put plastic on my cast after breakfast? I'd like to shower."
"Of course." Carole felt herself get all warm inside. This was a huge progress. Blaine had made a decision about his future and was sitting here actually asking for her help. She got the cereals, meds and coffee for him and sat down at the table. As soon as she had sat down, Blaine started speaking to her again.
"So, I was thinking that I could speak to the police tomorrow."
"The police?" she asked, weary.
"Yes, about my father and what he have done to me. I want to put him away Carole. I don't want him to hurt me anymore."
"Wow, Blaine…"
"Look, you have showed me in every way that I matter, that I am worth love. I have never thought anyone would do anything like this for me. That had made me think that my dad have been wrong about many things. I want him to suffer like he's made me do."
"Look, Blaine, the day after tomorrow you have an appointment with Angela. I want her to say that you are okay before we go to the police. I don't want his attorney to be able to say that you were under the influence of strong medicine or that you had a concussion when you made your statement."
"Oh, I didn't think about that. Of course, you're right."
"Can we talk about this after we had spoken to Angela?"
"Sounds perfect," he agreed.
Blaine took a shower after breakfast and spent the day sleeping in his room and watching a movie with Carole. He wasn't able to be awake for the entire movie, but Carole was pleased to see that he was much more awake compared to before.
Kurt came home after Warblers practice to find Blaine and Carole in the kitchen. Blaine looked like he just woken up, but was sitting by the table and chopping vegetables. He and Carole spoke to each other with ease whilst Kurt stood in the door way watching his boyfriend. Something was different; he could sense it. Blaine looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was even laughing at something Carole said. His laugh made Kurt smile and he greeted them.
"Hi, honey! Did you have a good day at school?" Carole hugged him.
"Yes, it was great. I got a math test back. I got a B."
"Wow, that's great Kurt!" Blaine beamed to his boyfriend; he knew math wasn't his favorite subject.
"Yeah, it feels great. I got yours as well. Do you wanna know what you got?" Kurt winked at Blaine who nodded.
"A+," he announced to the room.
"Wow, Blaine!" Carole hugged him from behind where he was seating in the wheelchair.
Blaine chuckled lightly. He had never gotten a hug for a good grade. Math came simply to him. Kurt looked at Blaine; it felt surreal sitting here at the kitchen table speaking about grades. But, it was a good feeling. He leant towards Blaine and kissed him on his lips.
"You okay baby?"
"I'm fine Kurt." Blaine smiled to Kurt. "So, since it is Wednesday, I guess you got a new math assignment?"
Kurt sighed.
"Yes, we did."
"Well, come on then, pull out your books and start working, I can help you."
Kurt started on his homework with Blaine's help. Carole made dinner and it was done in time Burt and Finn got home. They all sat down and ate together. When they were done eating, Blaine cleared his throat, everyone turning to look at him.
"So, I want to say thank you to all of you. Thanks for my room. I can't express how much it means to me. Thanks for everything you have done for me. I talked to Carole yesterday and today, and I want to say that I would love to move in here with you. I will spend every day to make you proud of me. Thank you all."
Silence filled the room until Kurt spoke.
"Oh, Blaine."
That broke the silence, Burt and Finn both got on their feet and hugged the boy in the wheelchair. Kurt cried and Carole smiled. After the hugging was done, Burt cleared his throat.
"Blaine, you are so welcome in to our family. But," The stern tone in Burt's voice caused Blaine to stiffen visibly, but Burt kept going. "But, you never, ever, have to do anything to make us proud of you. We already are proud of you. All we want from you is to be happy, Blaine."
Blaine smiled to him with tears running down his cheek.
"Thanks Burt."
It was Finn's turn to do the dishes and while Carole and Burt took their evening walk, Kurt and Blaine went into Blaine's new room. Blaine smiled to Kurt.
"Kurt, thanks for the room. It is perfect."
"Do you like it?" Kurt asked.
"Like it? I love it! You saw my last 'room'. This is everything I dreamt of."
"You don't mind that I went through your stuff?"
"Not at all, I trust you with everything."
They sat together on the bed. Blaine took Kurt's hand in his and looked in to his blue eyes.
"I want to tell you about it, Kurt. Please, don't interrupt me, just listen."
"You know you don't have to."
"I know, but I want to. Right now. This is the story."