A/N: So. This chapter and the one before it were both edited on googel docs. It looks all squished and it's bugging me. So, it may bug you too. And normally I'd fix it... but I'm tired. I woke up at 5 AM so I'd be able to talk to my friend while she was in the airport about to head home. And now I've also misplaced my phone so I can't welcome her back to the land of the crazy-people-that-qite-frankly-scare-me-sometimes. Because that's what this place is.

But, I am done. Finally. And so I can go to sleep after this. But now that I'm on the computer for the first time this week, I kinda want to go on Pottermore... I got sorted as a hufflepuff. I'd be angry if it weren't for the fact that I can now run around shouting that I'm a jigglypuff. But seriously, half of those answers I couldn't answer properly, BECAUSE NONE OF THEM APPLIED TO ME. And for the record, my wand is springy~ I now imagine myself with a rubber wand... wonderful.

And, I'm rambling. And still really, really cold. So, go read this. Or close your browser. I don't care, just... I'm going to shut up.

Kurt pulled back from Blaine, holding the slightly shaky boy by his shoulders. "I really, really love you, Blaine," he said with utmost confidence in his voice. Blaine smiled weakly at him, wishing more than anything that he wasn't so tired at that moment. So with weak arms, he pulled his boyfriend into another hug, holding onto him tightly.
The sound of a woman clearing her throat pulled the two out of their trance. They pulled back and blushed slightly, Blaine stumbling a bit as he got use to standing without Kurt's support. It wasn't that he was in a lot of pain… he was just lightheaded. There was still a light wheeze in his breath making it harder to breath.
His father had only hit him a few times on the face, and then kicked him in the side a few times. Blaine knew nothing was broken. Really, not much had happened in the time it took for Kurt, Rachel, and the others to show up. Mostly just yelling. But he knew that some of the things said would scar his mind, and make him feel every which way that his father had tried to make him feel.
The police officer in front of them smiled softly at the two as Kurt noticed his boyfriend's slight stumble and moved to wrap an arm around his waist to hold him up. "I assume you'd like to press charges, Mr. Anderson?" Blaine flinched slightly at being called Mr. Anderson, and saw Kurt nodding at him. But he simply smiled softly, and shook his head.
Kurt looked wide eyed at Blaine, who simply leaned over and whispered in his ear "'s not worth it. The kids at my old school were worse. Mom can if sh'wants…'M fine, just tired." His voice was slurred, and his head had dropped onto the countertenor's shoulder. His eyes closed briefly as he worked solely on evening out his breathing more.
"Well, if you're sure…" the officer said, turning to look at the screaming man hitting the side of the police door with his shoulder, trying to get out. "I'd go to the hospital if I were you though, Blaine," she'd noticed the wince at being called by his last name, as had Kurt. "Just to make sure you're breathing evens out and make sure nothing's broken. Do you want an ambulance?"
Once again, Blaine shook his head, much to the annoyance of Kurt. But Blaine had the corner of his mouth turned up in a small, sleepy smile, and he had pried Kurt's hand away from his waist in order to hold it with his own. Their clasped hands hung limply between their bodies, Kurt's thumb stroking over the back of Blaine's hand.
"Okay… well, please let us know if you change your mind, sir." And with another smile, she rounded up most of her crew, heading back to the station. Two officers remained, one talking to Burt and the other talking to Blaine's mother. Kurt looked from the house that just seemed so uninviting to him now, to his step-mom who was helping Kurt to nurse a black eye with an icepack she'd gotten from inside. Lastly, he turned to look at Blaine, nearly asleep on his shoulder.
Looking past the bruises on his face, Blaine looked so at peace. Every time he'd seen Blaine sleep, he'd never seemed this relaxed. He thought back to that time he'd found him sleeping in the choir room and shuddered slightly, the vibrations in his shoulders waking Blaine up.
"Mm, home?" Blaine slurred softly. Kurt chuckled and shook his head.
"Hospital, then home," he smiled. He quickly changed his tone to a more stern, and yet soft voice as he continued. "But tomorrow you're going to tell me what happened, mister, okay?" Blaine turned his head into Kurt's neck and nodded, his nose brushing against Kurt's skin and causing him to laugh softly. Inhaling his sent, Blaine pulled back and smiled at Kurt, spotting Rachel walking over to them and flashing her a smile.
"Blaine, I am so, so sorry, this is all my fault," she rushed out before she'd even fully reached the couple. "If I'd never asked you for that sheet music, you'd never have gone home. I should have realized it wasn't safe for you, considering you always go so early in the morning, but I was just being selfish and-"
Surprisingly (or, not so), it was Kurt who cut the girl off. He sent her strong, expressionless stare, looking right into her watery eyes. "Your right Rachel. It's all your fault." Blaine glared at him, and tears fell quicker and more plentiful from Rachel's eyes. A smile tugged at his lips, and he let go of Blaine's hand to pull Rachel into a hug.
"It's all your fault that he's okay. You've been letting him stay with you, and you came and got me when he was in trouble. I-… thank you, Rachel, really. Just, thank you." The last bit was muttered into her soft, black jacket before he pulled away, sniffling, and wiping a few tears of his own.
"Do you think your dads could drive us to the hospital?" At Rachel's worried glance, Kurt laughed softly. "No, Blaine doesn't think anything's wrong, but the officer said we should check his breathing and for any broken bones of anything." Grabbing Blaine's hand again, he squeezed it tightly.
"And I think I'm going to steal him for the rest of the day, and possibly tomorrow night if that's okay with you," he smiled, looking at Blaine the whole time, rather than the girl he was talking to. But Rachel understood. Muttering a semi-cheery 'sure!', the soloist skipped off in the direction of her dads, recapping what Blaine had told her.
Kurt, in the mean time, was letting Blaine use him as a crutch. And considering their height difference (which Kurt was now nearly sure was caused by malnutrition – neither of his parents were at all short, both about average size, if not, his dad a bit taller) it was really quite a challenge.
Eventually, the two made it to the car which was luckily still unlocked. Kurt slid Blaine into the back seat before closing the door and walking around to the other side. Blaine had sprawled out across the back, nearly asleep. Kurt lifted his head up gently, not wanting to wake him, and placed it back on his lap after he sat down. He maneuvered his seatbelt around the boy, and placed a soft kiss on his head.
"I love you, Blaine. And I promise, I'll keep you safe."

Blaine had been right. No broken bones, no harm to his breathing, nothing. His voice might remain hoarse for a bit, but it already was somewhat from lack of use. It had just been getting better, though. Kurt was sure it had been nearly back to its normal tone.
But, he didn't care. He had Blaine, and he was okay.
They got home around six twenty AM. Burt, Carole and Finn had already returned home, Kurt having refused to let them come to the hospital as per Blaine's request. Blaine had passed out cold while at the hospital, and Hiram had been stuck carrying him to and from rooms and cars. He had placed Blaine in Kurt's bed, Kurt crawling up next to him, gently stroking the boy's hair.
He couldn't bring himself to smile fully, not after what he's seen at the doctor's office. And what made it worse, was how he got them… Kurt had cried when he first saw them, when the doctors asked if he'd known. Kurt shook his head, holding back a sob.
So when Blaine's eyes flickered open at two in the afternoon, the first question out of Kurt's mouth was;
"Why'd you hurt yourself, Blaine?" Blaine looked up at Kurt for a moment, shocked, before letting his head fall back down onto the blankets, Kurt stroking his hair. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he answered, afraid that Kurt would be disgusted by him.
"I-I don't know… I just… well, I just… did it. I don't do it anymore Kurt, I haven't in over a week. And I don't want to ever again."
Kurt smiled at that, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend's head. A week ago, had it really only been that long? Well, nearly two now that he thought about it. He smiled, his skin pressed against Blaine's jawline.
"Kurt?"
Blaine's slightly hoarse voice broke through Kurt's train of thought. Smiling softly at the boy, he proceeded to run his fingers threw the short, curly locks.
"Do you… are you only with me out of pity?" he asked. Kurt was shocked at the question, fingers stopping, tangled in Blaine's hair. Blaine sighed, and Kurt realized quickly that he'd likely taken his lack of answer as a yes.
"No! Of course not!" he nearly shouted. "I don't pity you, Blaine. I love you. And no matter what anyone says, you can't force yourself to love someone. I've loved you since I met you, Blaine, whether I'd realized it at that point or not. I love you, and I will for as long as you'll let me. And even when you realize that you're wasting your time on me, I'll still love you, whether you want my love or not.
"Because you can't choose who you fall in love with. And I'm in love with you, Blaine. And you need to believe that," he added as Blaine refused to look into the taller boy's eyes. "I'll do anything I can to help you, you know that." A smile tugged at Kurt's lips as Blaine looked at him in pure adoration.
"I love you, Kurt," Blaine mumbled as he sat up in the bed, placing a soft, lingering kiss on Kurt's lips. Kurt smiled against Blaine's lips, leaning their foreheads together when they pulled back.
"I love you too, Blaine. Don't forget that. I don't care if you're uncomfortable with PDA, or even with really speaking around other people. I love you because you are the most kind, wonderful, amazing, handsome-" he added, just to get Blaine to blush "-man I've ever met. I'd tell you everything I love about you, but you're still tired and surely I'd put you to sleep with a list that long."
Blaine laughed softly, his eyes already beginning to droop closed even as Kurt finished talking. The brunette stroked his boyfriend's head, tugging softly at the knots in his hair as they both lay back down, Blaine curling up into Kurt's chest.

The weekend was spent mostly like that. Blaine waking up every few hours, eating as much food as his stomach would allow (which really wasn't enough) and mostly listening as Kurt spoke. Whenever Carole, Burt, Finn, or even Rachel was in the room, he'd never speak. He only seemed to speak to Kurt. It was Sunday evening now, and he had barely managed to get Blaine to even say five sentences to him since Saturday afternoon, let alone anyone else.
Kurt mentally sighed. Blaine had been doing so good, and his father just had to go and screw everything up. Smiling down at his boyfriend's sleeping form, he slowly pulled out of the loose grip around his stomach and slipped out of bed.
"Dad?" Kurt called softly as he made his way down the stairs. He saw Burt and Carole snuggled up together on the couch, Finn in the recliner by it. The TV was on, playing what Kurt guessed was most likely football.
"Yeah, Kurt? What's up?" Burt asked, sitting up a bit as Carole moved from leaning her head on his chest to look up at her step-son. "Is Blaine doing okay?"
"Yeah…" he answered, nodding his head. "Have you heard from his mom, though?"
The thought had been bugging him ever since the day before. His mother hadn't seemed awful… not the greatest, having allowed her son to live in those conditions, but she did try to help him. And from what Blaine said (or mumbled in a half-asleep state), she'd gotten the black eye from trying to get his father away from him.
And from the look of sorrow on Carole's face, he knew the answer wasn't one he'd like to hear.
"She called a few hours ago while the two of you were sleeping," Burt said, not looking at his son. His eyes were glued to the TV, but he seemed to be looking straight threw it. With a sigh, he turned to Kurt. "She said she's moving to Rhode Island with her parents. And that… that she's not taking Blaine with her."
Kurt stood, stunned, at the bottom of the stairs. Sure, he was glad that Blaine didn't have to leave and live a few hours away by plane, but… how could a mother just leave her kid? A kid with as much emotional baggage as Blaine? Someone who deserved to have a parental figure in their life even more than anyone else?
"B-but… then wha-"
"Rachel's dad said that they would take them in," Carole smiled, already having known what Kurt was going to ask. "They said he was there enough anyways, he was their son in every way but legally."
Kurt couldn't help but smile softly at that. He really, really liked Rachel's dads. Especially now. With a quick nod, he turned to head up the stairs before remembering something.
"Dad, Blaine said he wanted to go to school tomorrow…"
"Is he sure?" Burt asked, raising an eyebrow at his son. "I mean, he can hardly stay awake for an hour right now… how's he gonna function at school?"
Kurt simply shrugged with a small smile. "I asked him the same thing. He just said he'd be fine, and fell back asleep. But his school bag is still at the Berry's-"
"I can call Rachel," Finn suggested. Kurt turned to his step-brother, having forgotten he was even in the room. "Ask her to bring it into school with her tomorrow. We can meet her in the parking lot or something."
Kurt smiled at his brother, nodded his head, and nearly ran back up the stairs to crawl back into bed with Blaine, sighing happily as the boy wrapped his tan arms around him in his sleep.

"You're positive, right Blaine?"
The boy snickered as Kurt pulled up in the parking lot, and nodded at his overprotective boyfriend as he rolled his eyes. Kurt smiled softly at him before reaching over the gear shift to grab Blaine's hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I love you, okay? And I'll be with you as much as I can. I know your schedule, so I can pick you up from your classes, and we've got lunch together an-" Blaine cut off the boy's quick rambling with a slightly harsher kiss than they usually shared. Kurt melted into the kiss for a second before they both pulled back simultaneously, smiling at each other.
"I love you too," Blaine whispered softly before pulling back completely. He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, popped the door open and hopped out.
"BLAINE!"
Kurt turned to see Rachel running over to them as he stepped out from the driver's seat. She had Blaine's bag dangling from her right hand, dropping it right before wrapping her arms around him. Blaine chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around Rachel and patting her on the back with a soft smile on his face. Rachel pulled back, smiling at her best friend.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're okay Blaine! Are you sure you should be here today though? I mean, it's only been two da-"
"I've already tried, Rachel," Kurt joked, a smirk on his face. He walked over to the two, shouldering Blaine's bag on the same shoulder as his own. "He insists that he is perfectly capable of functioning despite the fact that he can hardly stay up for twenty minutes before falling back asleep."
The two laughed as they saw Blaine pout and cross his arms like a small child. Seeing his best friends laughing, Blaine grinned and moved to put an arm around each of them as they headed towards the school.
Kurt and Rachel talked by Rachel's locker as she pulled out her necessary books before waving at them and heading off towards her class. The two boys waved back before Kurt turned around to face Blaine.
"You ready?"
Blaine grinned, thinking more into the question than Kurt likely meant. Kurt probably meant just what the situation would imply – was he ready for class? But Blaine didn't take it that way. He took it as, are you ready to move on from everything awful that's happened? To try and live, to learn from his parent's mistakes. Ready to continue his life, living it to his fullest.
Little did Blaine know, Kurt had been thinking the exact same thing.
With a nod, Blaine smiled before reaching out his hand to grasp Kurt's in his own – much to the taller boy's shock – and heading down the hall towards their Spanish class.
"Always."

FIN.

A/N: So, according to Microsoft Word, this story's got around 67,000 words. A few hundred above that, but I don't remember and I don't feel like pulling that document up. That tiny scroll bar bugged me. BUT I'M DONE!... also, I'm writing this authors note before the beginning one. It feels weird... I'm going to go write that one. Why am I telling you all this? Gah. *scrolls up*

*scrolls back down* I have a fluffy kitteh next to me now~ Yey~ She says hello. But, I hope this wasn't complete and utter crap. I know it was crap, but... I had no idea what the hell I should've done. So, this is what you get. And right after a Darren Criss song the song 'moves like jagger' came on my IPod. I find this quite hilarious. I kinda want them to sing that on Glee... I really want Rory to sing that on Glee. I also really want it to be November 8th, but since some people don't like spoilers, I won't say why... but NOVEMBER 1ST WILL BE AWESOME TOO. Stupid cockblocktober... If it weren't for my anime convention next weekend, I would hate this month.

And now, I would go threw and thank every single one of you that reviewed and fallowed and favorited this story... but that would require pulling up all of your names and then sorting threw the ones that fit in multiple ones of those categories and just... too much work. And I want this up before I forget. So instead, I will thank you all as a whole. And I also thank Danielle (redrosegal) for being my wonderfully awesome beta that I love (*cough*hate*cough) ever so much~

And now I must go because my friend is yelling at me to roleplay with her for the first time in months. And I kinda owe her that, so, I hope you guys enjoyed the story and don't want to kill me for an awful ending! Hopefully I'll be able to get a rewrite started by January. I make no promisses, because I want to get A. it all mapped out B. my other story started first. And my other one still has a bit more to do. And all of that takes place at the begining and middle... the end is done. Because that's how I roooole. Annnd, I'm a dork. So I'm going to go!

BYE AND I LOVE YOU ALL!

~Josh (I really want to change my Pen Name again, but at the same time, I'm lazy...)