A/N: Yes, I still write these, from time to time. I hope you still like reading them.
Shots of Love: But Now …
"Blaine? Kid?" The last time Burt had grown this scared for someone he cared about was when Kurt had uttered the words, voice trembling, "He threatened to kill me."
Looking around the room - shoulders hunched, vision blurred - from one pair of eyes, glued to him, to the next, Blaine finally replies, "I knew this would happen. That is why I never talk about it." Blaine tries to make the words sound hard, pronouncing the edges on every single one of them.
Edges make things easier to fit, after all, … or impossible to. Blaine is not sure which result he is actually aiming for, feeling too scared to know his own mind any longer well enough.
Because, right now nothing seems to fit anymore, Blaine sinks his head between his arms, where he has bunched up his own, already small form in one corner of the Hummels' living room couch. As his forehead comes to rest against his own kneecaps, Blaine buries his hands in his curls and squeezing his eyes shut tight, he waits. Not that it feels that way to Blaine, Blaine feels like he is hiding, feels like a little kid hiding in plain sight. How he wishes he could still believe in making the whole world go away this easily.
Blaine rocks himself back and forth in his own grip, and waits for the screaming he can still hear in his head to leave him in quiet, in peace of some kind at least, even if it is only that of the most inner retreat.
The silence around him drags on to the other people in the room, growing slowly, maddeningly unbearable.
"Shut up!" It is a shout followed by a sob and…, "Just shut up. I can't. STOP! I don't understand. I don't want to hear this anymore. I…I…," Blaine is screaming into his curled up limbs, at himself more than anyone, his arms tensing painfully around his form.
Kurt can feel himself breaking, glancing helplessly over at his father, one hand remaining half reached out but not daring to touch the boy he loves.
Kurt is not the only one who cannot bare watching on any longer, standing there, frozen.
Kurt swears he feels his heart starting to beat again the second his eyes register his father suddenly sitting with a crying Blaine in his arms on the couch, "You can always stay with us, Blaine," Burt's voice is still deep, but so much less gruff than Blaine has grown used to hearing it. "You can always stay with us, Kid. Always."