Once again, amazing response. I honestly love you all so much. Here is the next chapter!
Blaine made it through the next day by merely going through the motions he was used to. If you were to ask him what his teachers had taught them, he wouldn't be able to answer. In all honesty, he couldn't understand why he was being made to go to classes. He knew that the Dean had been filled in on the situation, but there he was, sitting in his class, which one he didn't know, just waiting for the day to pass. It was all happening rather slowly.
The shrill ring of the bell caught his attention.
Snapping his head up from where he had been resting it on his hand, he looked at the time, bolting out of the classroom before the teacher had a chance to give him his homework.
He ran straight to his car, not bothering to go change.
Flinging his bag in the passenger seat, shedding his blazer as he got in the car.
Starting the engine with a roar, he pulled out of his parking spot, then out of Dalton, and drove straight to the hospital, trying not to break any laws on the way.
Parking his car, he rushed into the hospital, past the reception desk to the elevators, ignoring the looks he was getting in his rush.
Blaine wasn't concerned with the looks he was getting; he just wanted to see Kurt. He hadn't been able to talk to him, and the fact that he had to spend the entire day in school and not at the hospital with Kurt.
As he waited for the elevator to arrive, he couldn't help but fidget with his the tie around his neck, by the time the elevator doors opened to let him in, the knot was extremely loose, and was hanging low away from his collar. He stepped into the elevator, pushing the button for the third floor, smiling politely at the person who stepped in behind him.
Once the doors opened on the third floor, Blaine practically down the hall to Kurt's room. Stopping outside the door and looking in the small window.
He could see Kurt sitting up on the bed, a pained look on his face as he read a book. Burt was sitting in the chair next to the bed, his own eyes watching the TV in the room; Blaine hesitated when he saw Burt, hoping that he would be all right with him being there.
Knocking on the door, he didn't bother waiting for a reply before entering the room.
Kurt looked up from the book he was reading and smiled a wide and genuine smile, obviously happy that Blaine was there.
"You're here," Kurt smiled.
Burt looked away from the TV for a second, grunting a welcome to Blaine.
"Of course I am, that's alright isn't it?" Blaine asked, glancing slightly at Burt.
"Of course it is, don't worry about grouchy pants over there," Kurt replied happily, sitting up a bit more in his bed.
Blaine didn't miss the way that Burt rolled his eyes at Kurt's comment or the wince that Kurt let out with his movement. Moving over to the bed, he sat down in the chair he had been in the day before, taking the hand that Kurt had offered.
"How are you?" Blaine asked him softly as Kurt moved his book to the side.
"Been better, Dad bought me a book before he came back this morning," Kurt replied.
"He didn't stay?" Blaine asked in astonishment.
"No, I kicked him out," Kurt said simply, "How are you? You look worse than I feel."
"I didn't really sleep last night, then had to sit through all my classes today, no idea what I was meant to learn though. How did you sleep?" Blaine asked, not wanting Kurt to worry about how he was. He wasn't the one that was holed up in hospital.
"I slept all right I guess, I mean they sedated me again, not that I remember it, so that helped me sleep, no nightmares," Kurt smiled, relief apparent in his voice.
"I'm glad," Blaine said sincerely, kissing the back of Kurt's hand, "What's been happening today?"
"Well, Dad came back, I was forced to eat food, I've been sitting here reading and Dads been watching TV," Kurt sighed, "the police came in and talked to me, that was fun," he finished with sarcasm lacing his tone.
"Oh really? They came so soon?" Blaine asked in surprise.
"They do have a job to do," Burt said from where he was sitting, still not sounding pleased at all.
"Dad!" Kurt exclaimed, "Stop being mean."
"Ah, so now you will talk to me?" Burt said to his son, "I told you I was sorry, what more do you want?"
"Well you could start by apologizing to Blaine and stop being mean to him, he's just trying to help," Kurt pleaded with his Dad.
Burt didn't reply but rather turned back to the TV to watch the rest of whatever game he had been watching. He would apologise to Blaine when he was ready, for now he was still a little bitter about the fact that Blaine was the only one Kurt felt safe with.
Kurt hadn't said a word to his Dad all day, even when he had apologized Kurt sat silently. He had freaked out when a male orderly had come into his room with his Breakfast, making the man leave quickly, the nurse that had been watching Kurt coming in instead, apologizing profusely, telling Kurt that she would put on his chart and the board at the nurses station that the only males allowed in his rooms were ones he allowed and police officers if they needed to. Kurt had told the nurse that the only male he wanted in there was Blaine, but the nurse refused to stop Burt from entering his son's room, Kurt had relented.
This was the reason for his fathers foul mood.
"How did it go?" Blaine asked, turning the conversation back to what they had originally been talking about.
"I told them everything, it was hard, I had a few panic attacks throughout it, but they know now," Kurt shrugged.
"Oh babe, I'm so sorry I couldn't be here for you," Blaine said quietly, his eyes shining with tears.
"It's alright, I know you couldn't be here," Kurt said, on the verge of tears himself.
The boys sat in silence just looking at each other until a knock on the door pulled them from their trance.
Kurt looked towards Burt who had gotten up to see who was at the door.
Burt, after opening the door slightly to see who it was, had a murmured conversation before stepping out and shutting it behind him.
The boys looked at each other and shrugged. Blaine noticing Kurt wincing in pain again.
"Are you in pain?" Blaine asked.
"It's constant, it only goes away when they give me really strong pain killers, but I knew you would be here so I didn't want to take anything that would make me drowsy," Kurt replied.
"Kurt you can't do that," Blaine scolded gently, "you need to take care of yourself."
Kurt shrugged and made a noncommittal noise, lying back down in the bed and shifting over.
"Can I have a hug?" Kurt asked Blaine.
Blaine looked at the bed, trying to decide if it would fit the two of them, but before he could say anything, Kurt had turned onto his side and shifted closer to the other edge of the bed, looking at Blaine expectantly.
Blaine climbed slowly onto the bed, being careful not to hurt Kurt or scare him in any way. When he got on, Kurt immediately curled himself around Blaine, clinging tight.
Blaine slowly wrapped his arms around Kurt, holding him close, running his fingers through his hair as Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder.
"I missed you today," Kurt said softly.
"I missed you too, I couldn't concentrate on anything," Blaine replied, kissing Kurt on the forehead, "is that alright?" he asked after he had done it.
"Yeah, it's fine," Kurt replied sleepily.
The door creaked open as Burt came back through the door, frowning when he saw both the boys on the bed.
"You shouldn't be there," he directed at Blaine.
"Dad stop, I asked him to," Kurt said exasperatedly.
Burt sighed but sat down again.
"Right kid," he started, "that was the police and the doctor. The doctor said you are ok to come home tomorrow, and you just need to come back in a few days for a check up. You can stay tonight. The police said that they have laid charges against David Karofsky, and depending on what he says, it may go to trial."
"Can I just go back to Dalton tomorrow?" Kurt asked.
"No, you're coming home for at least the rest of the week, no arguing," Burt replied sternly.
Kurt mumbled and turned back in to cuddle Blaine.
"It's all right, I will talk to Mom and Dad, I'm sure they will let me have the week off," Blaine whispered.
"No," Burt said sternly having heard what Blaine had said, "you're staying at school, there is no point for you both to be off school."
The boys looked at each other, Kurt with tears in his eyes and Blaine looking highly apologetic. Blaine shrugged his shoulders and pulled Kurt closer to him, leaning his cheek on the top of Kurt's head.
"It's alright baby, I will come home in the weekend, then we can go back to Dalton," Blaine said quietly, earning a small nod from Kurt.
"I'm going to go get some dinner do you two want anything?" Burt asked as he stood again.
Both the boys shook their heads, answering with a 'no thank you' before going back into their own little world where nothing could hurt them.
"Can you sing me a song?" Kurt asked Blaine softly.
"Sure," Blaine said as he kissed Kurt on the top of his head, "what song?"
"Any," Kurt shrugged, "as long as I can hear your voice I don't care."
Blaine thought for a moment before he started to hum, words following shortly after.
"I want you forever,
Forever and always,
Through the good, and the bad, and the ugly.
Grow old together,
Forever and always,"
"You're singing me a song about someone who dies," Kurt said with a laugh.
"No, I'm singing you a song about loving you forever, no matter what happens," Blaine corrected Kurt.
Kurt smiled at Blaine's sentiment, hoping that he really meant it.
"I love you Blaine," Kurt said quietly, "can you please stay until I fall asleep."
"I love you too Kurt, I won't leave until you do, I promise," Blaine said softly giving Kurt a soft kiss on the lips before letting the boy snuggle back into him, his hand running softly up and down his back, drawing random patterns.
If Blaine thought Monday had gone by slowly, it was nothing compared to the rest of the week. He had found Kurt's phone and taken it back to the hospital on Monday night, but Kurt had been asleep.
It was now Friday and Blaine was ready to get home so that he could see Kurt and make sure he was doing all right. He knew he was having a hard time sleeping, the late night texts being a reminder of this.
When class was let out, Blaine rushed back to his dorm to change and get some things for the weekend, not needing too much since he had a whole closet full of clothes at home still. He then went to his car and started the drive towards Lima, hoping that Kurt would be awake when he got there. All he wanted to do was give him a huge hug and make him forget about the week he had.
After Blaine and Burt had left the hospital on Monday night, Kurt's nightmares immediately started again, these ones much worse than his previous ones. He woke up a few times in the night tossing and turning, a few screams being what woke him. What was the worst was when he woke up he was so sore; he could feel everything as if it were happening all over again.
After a couple of times of the nurse coming in to make sure he was alright after waking up from a nightmare, she decided to try him with some sleeping pills. After consulting with a doctor, she came back to give Kurt the pills, saying that they would rather give him those than sedate him. The nurse explained that although they may not stop the nightmares and he may still have some, they would make him go into a deep sleep quicker, meaning that he wouldn't have as much of a chance for the nightmares to form in his subconscious.
Kurt happily took the pills hoping that it would help. Thankfully that night it did, but Kurt also assumed that it was because he was so damn tired. Although he had slept from being sedated, it wasn't exactly a good sleep as his body had been forced into it.
He went home the next day. Although he would have preferred to have gone back to Dalton to be with Blaine, he had to admit that his bed was sounding and looking really good. He didn't care much about doing anything else except for lying in bed.
Wednesday came, and he heard Finn go off to school, he had seen the boy the previous night during dinner, but not much had been said. Kurt was still wary of the people around him, especially males, Finn and his Dad still included. He found himself sticking with Carole whenever he wasn't in his room, in his mind he was safe with her, she wouldn't be able to hurt him like he did.
After Finn left, Kurt knew he was the only one in the house until later in the day, so he got out of bed and went to have a shower, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and one of Blaine's Dalton hoodies that he had stolen from him which still smelt of said boy. He didn't bother doing anything with his hair, letting it fall flat on his head. He then went downstairs to the kitchen to get some food before heading to the living room, curling up under the blanket on the couch to read his book and watch some TV while texting Blaine.
He couldn't wait to see Blaine, all he wanted was to curl up with him forever and forget about the world around him. He always seemed to do that when he was with Blaine.
Blaine made him forget about everything. He could lose himself in the warm and loving embrace of his boyfriend, where nothing but the two of them mattered.
It didn't seem like very long after Kurt had sat down that he heard Finn arrive home, but by looking at his book he realized that it must have been quite a while as he had made quite a dent in it.
What surprised him though, was the fact that once he heard Finn open the door, it didn't close right away, instead there were numerous footsteps going through the entrance to the house.
Kurt tensed as he heard talking coming from the entrance, and was about to get up and leave the living room to go back to his bedroom, but was stopped when Finn and the rest of the New Directions walked into the living room.
Kurt sat back down on the couch, pushing himself into the corner that was made by the armrest and the back cushions. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped the blanket he had been using around his body like a protective shield.
He didn't bother looking up, instead pretending to be interested in his book once more.
"You know, you should stop being rude," Finn said grumpily, "I invited everyone over here because they were worried about you 'cause you haven't talked to them in ages. After I said you were home for the week for whatever reason they wanted to come say hi."
Kurt looked at Finn warily, inwardly sighing in relief at the fact that he seemed to have no idea about what had happened and just though Kurt was being a moody brat for acting the way he had been since he got home.
"If you're going to pretend to read, at least have the book the right way up," Rachel said impatiently from next to Finn.
Kurt looked down at his book, noticing that it was in fact upside down. He closed it and put it to the side, pulling his legs closer to his chest as one of the group sat next to him. He didn't bother looking up from his feet to see who it was, his entire body tensing as they moved closer.
"Boo, what's wrong with you?" Mercedes asked as she placed a hand on Kurt's knee.
Kurt flew off the couch, the blanket still tight around him.
"Don't, don't touch me!" He yelled, not even knowing who he was yelling at, he was too close to a panic attack to care.
"Dude, what the hell," Finn said as he walked to where Kurt was.
"Stay away from me," Kurt cried before fleeing the room, running up the stairs to his bedroom, closing the door with a slam behind him.
Finn and the rest of the New Directions watched Kurt leave in astonishment.
"Well, I don't know what his problem is," Finn muttered to the group.
The rest of the group looked at him in confusion, surely he would know what was wrong with Kurt, and he did live with him.
"Don't look at me," Finn said as if he could read their thoughts, "I don't know what's up, all I know is that he came home yesterday and has been acting weird since."
"Right, well, now we know that Kurt isn't going to talk to us, we may as well do something," Rachel said as she clapped her hands once, letting the group know that they should leave.
The quickly decided on bowling and ice cream before leaving Kurt once again alone in the house.
Kurt ran right to his room, slamming the door behind him, tears falling down his face. He went to sit under the windowsill, pulling the blanket tight around him.
He closed his eyes, trying to remember the time he had been listening to Blaine play his guitar, he was trying to think of anything that would calm him down.
Pulling out his cell phone he dialled the only person he wanted to talk to.
"Hey babe," Blaine answered after the first couple of rings.
"Blaine," Kurt sobbed.
"Kurt what's wrong? What happened?" Blaine panicked.
"Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you, I miss you," Kurt wasn't going to tell Blaine about freaking out around his friends, Blaine would just want to yell at Finn for doing it in the first place.
They continued their conversation, both boys saying how much they loved and missed each other, before eventually they had to go or they would have fallen asleep.
Kurt took a sleeping pill, and made his way to bed, hoping that tonight would be a night that the pills would keep nightmares away.
The next couple of days went by slowly for Kurt, he was getting sick of doing the same thing each day, but he didn't want to do anything else, and he couldn't go anywhere since his car was still at Dalton. He barely left his room unless he was the only one home. Finn was acting differently towards him the few times he saw him, and Kurt wasn't surprised in the change in behaviour after his Dad told him that he and Carole had filled Finn in on why he was home for the week and what had happened.
Friday evening was the first time his family had seen him out of his room apart from during meals, and they all knew the reason why.
Kurt was sitting at the living room window that looked out onto the road waiting patiently for the familiar Mustang to pull into the driveway next door.
He had been sitting there from the moment Blaine had text him saying he was on his way, and didn't budge until he saw the car.
As soon as Blaine's car pulled into the driveway of the house next door, Kurt was off of his seat and out the door quicker than anyone had seen him move all week.
Kurt flew out the front door, not bothering to close it behind him, and ran across the yards of his house and Blaine's house, getting to Blaine just as he had managed to get out of the car.
As soon as Blaine was out of the car, he had an armful of Kurt, not that he was complaining, he had missed him just as much as it seemed Kurt had missed him.
"Hey babe," Blaine said, lifting Kurt up off the ground and spinning him around a little bit.
Kurt giggled and Blaine revelled in the sound, it was the first time he had heard such a joyful sound from Kurt in a while, and he wanted to keep Kurt in that happy state for as long as possible.
"I missed you, I'm glad you're home," Kurt said when Blaine put him down, giving him a shy kiss.
Although Kurt felt safe with Blaine, he was still shy about any sort of intimacy such as kissing. It wasn't that he was scared of Blaine hurting him, he knew that wouldn't happen, but rather he was scared of having a panic attack and ruining any moments with Blaine. He wasn't going to push himself to do anything, and he knew Blaine would be the perfect gentleman and would let him take the lead with anything he wanted. He had shown that the afternoon at the hospital when he was weary to even hop on the bed with Kurt.
Kurt just wanted their relationship to stay as normal as possible regardless of the events that had happened.
Blaine kissed Kurt back slightly before pulling away and beaming his perfect grin. He didn't even look twice at the difference in Kurt's outfit and hair to what he would normally be dressed like.
"Wanna come inside?" he asked, "Mom and Dad are probably around somewhere."
"Sure, anything to get me out of there," Kurt replied gesturing to his house.
"That bad?" Blaine asked.
"That bad," Kurt nodded.
The boys went inside and straight up to Blaine's room to watch a movie, Kurt didn't bother telling his parents where he was going since he knew they would have been watching the boys out the window.
The boys sat up in Blaine's room watching movies for the rest of the evening, only going downstairs to eat dinner with his parents, who were talking away happily to Kurt, not even mentioning the way Kurt seemed a little bit weary of George, but rather trying to keep the atmosphere as it had always been with the boys, not letting it tense up.
Blaine had explained to his Mom that the situation they had talked about a couple of weekends ago had escalated, but he didn't tell her what exactly had happened. He had a feeling though, that Burt and Carole had been talking to his parents about what happened, hence why they were trying to keep things as normal as possible. Blaine was just glad for the fact that his parents weren't treating Kurt like a piece of fragile glass that could break at any moment. His parents were pretty cool like that.
After eating, the boys went back upstairs and cuddled up in Blaine's bed to watch another movie. They both managed to fall asleep for a while, Kurt having done so without a sleeping pill for the first time that week.
Blaine didn't sleep for long before voices coming from downstairs woke him up. He tried to get out of bed without waking Kurt but was unsuccessful.
"What's going on?" Kurt mumbled sleepily.
"I'm not sure, I can hear talking downstairs," Blaine replied, brushing the hair out of Kurt's eyes, earning a sleepy smile in return, "I'm going to go see what's going on."
Blaine kissed Kurt on the forehead and stood up, checking the clock to see that it was only 9:15, and they had already been sleeping for a while, he was just about at the door when Kurt stopped him.
"Hang on, I'll come too," Kurt said as he got out of bed and stretched. Blaine was glad to notice that he was no longer wincing with his movements, meaning he must be healing.
Kurt walked over to Blaine and gave him a hug and a chaste kiss before linking their hands together.
They walked down the stairs together, stopping at the bottom just before the door into the kitchen where the voices were coming from.
"I don't see anything wrong with it," they heard Sophia say.
"Nothing wrong with it?" that was Burt.
Kurt and Blaine frowned at each other, wondering what their parents were talking about.
"Burt honey, I think Sophia's right," Carole was there too.
"It's not right, they rely far too much on each other, they are too young for that sort of thing," Burt grumbled.
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other again with worried eyes, knowing that their parents were talking about them.
"Burt, I can see where you are coming from," it was George speaking this time, "yes, they seem very co-dependent, and are very attached to each other, but I don't think there is anything wrong with it. They love each other, it's as simple as that."
"They are too young to know what love is," Burt argued.
"I disagree," the women said at the same time.
"I was in love with George at a much younger age than Kurt and Blaine are, and we are quite happy still," Sophia said, her love for her husband evident in her voice.
Burt grunted, and it seemed he was about to give up, but he spoke again.
"I just think that we should make them spend some time away from each other, this being co-dependent has happened far too quickly."
Kurt looked at Blaine with wide eyes before hurtling into his arms, making him stumble into the wall, making a lot of noise in the process.
Blaine heard the scraping of chairs on the tile floor, and was soon looking at the faces of the four adults as he cradled a sobbing Kurt in his arms, tears in his own eyes.
Three of the adults looking back at him were giving him sympathetic looks, knowing that they had just heard the conversation. Burt was the only one who didn't look very pleased.
"Come on Kurt time to go home now," Burt said, putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder to pull him away from Blaine.
Kurt, with the help of Blaine who pulled him backwards with him, got free from Burt's grasp, Blaine glaring daggers at the man, the other adults in the room looking less than impressed.
"No, you can't make me go," Kurt yelled at his Dad, looking him right in the eyes. He was beyond angry now, "you can't make me stay away from Blaine, and I don't even get what your problem with him is anyway."
Burt went to say something, but the glares that he was getting made him stop. Instead, he walked to the front door and opened it. Stopping to turn around and look at his son once more, he shook his head then walked out, closing the door quietly behind him.
"I'm so sorry sweetie," Carole said pulling Kurt into a hug, "I will try and talk some sense into him."
Carole let Kurt go, watching as he immediately went to Blaine again.
"Sorry Blaine, I'm not sure what his problem is," Carole said with a sad smile in Blaine's direction. She turned around and apologized once more to George and Sophia before following her husband, hoping to go home to talk some sense into him.
"Is it alright if I stay tonight?" Kurt asked once Sophia and George once Carole had left.
Sophia smiled at Kurt before pulling him in for a hug.
"It's always alright, you are welcome here whenever you like," she said as she brushed the hair out of his face, giving him a kiss on the forehead much like Blaine always did.
Kurt smiled and let out a sigh, relaxing into her embrace. He felt safer in the Anderson home than he had all week in his own.
"Right, you boys should go off to bed now, you're both tired I can tell," Sophia gave Kurt another kiss before letting him out of her embrace and pulling Blaine in for a hug, giving him a kiss too.
"Love you dear," she said softly.
"Love you too Mom," Blaine replied as he hugged his Mom back.
Blaine pulled back from the hug with his Mom, only to turn a little and pull his Dad into a hug.
"Love you Dad," Blaine said quietly.
"You too Son," George replied.
Blaine stepped back and was about to take Kurt's hand so they could go back upstairs to bed, but Kurt surprised everyone in the room by hugging George too.
"Thank you," he whispered.
George tentatively wrapped his arms around Kurt.
"No problem Son," he replied, knowing that every word were true, even the Son part, because although he wasn't blood related, he was definitely like a son to him.
Kurt pulled back with a shy smile.
Blaine beamed at Kurt and took his hand before leading him upstairs again, a quick goodnight thrown over their shoulders as they walked into Blaine's bedroom.
A/N: Burt! What is wrong with you? There was another thing I wanted in this chapter but it didn't get in there, so instead of my original plan for the next chapter I will have to do it slightly different, maybe.
Song if you don't know it is Forever and Always by Parachute, it such such a bittersweet song when you actually listen to the lyrics, but I thought that chorus really worked for the situation.
Love you all =)
