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Chapter 45
Blaine was a little nervous as he walked through from the living room to the kitchen of Kurt's house. Blaine's Mom had drove them home in the morning, after what Kurt had described as the nicest pancakes he had ever tasted, Blaine's Mom had told him that he could come over any time and she'd make him anything that he wanted and Blaine could tell that she meant it. Blaine had spent most of the morning thinking about what they were going to tell Burt, a part of him had hoped that Kurt had forgotten, after all it had been a late night conversation, but it had been Kurt who brought it back up. They had been sat in the living room, a film on as they cuddled on the sofa. It was raining outside which meant any idea of going to the park had been dismissed. Blaine hadn't really minded, he enjoyed cuddling up to Kurt watching Disney films. Blaine had no idea how the conversation was going to start, or finish, but he had promised Kurt that he'd be there for him, and that was a promise that he was definitely intending on keeping.
"Hey kids, everything okay?" Burt asked as he heard the door open. It had been weird without Kurt at home last night, before the accident Kurt hadn't been one for going out at night, he was normally home singing and dancing, or watching his box sets. Burt liked having his son home, it was the quiet noise in the background of the house that made the house feel less lonely. Despite being out last night with Carol, the first time he had been able to relax since Kurt's incident, he had still been preoccupied with thoughts of his son, he had hoped he was having a good time and when Finn had told him he had called, he instantly wanted to call back. If it hadn't been for Carol telling him that it was past midnight, he would have probably woken his son up just to make sure he was okay.
"Yes daddy." Kurt whispered, sucking on his lip. Burt frowned, just from those two words he could tell that something was wrong. He thought back to how Kurt had behaved since he got in, he had been excited and happy to see him, wrapping his arms around him giving him such a big hug and then proceeded in telling him everything that he had done at Blaine's house. He had gone into so much detail about Blaine's house that he had started to feel a little insecure about the house he had raised his son in.
"Are you sure?" Burt asked, his brows knitting together. Kurt sucked his lip and looked at Blaine, then he moved his eyes to the floor, and then looked up at Burt. He knew something was definitely wrong. "Kurt, you can talk to me buddy."
"I want to remember." Kurt whispered, he was scared of how his dad would take it. He'd thought he might be mad at him for wanting to remember, but then realised that that was stupid because his dad loved him and would never be mad at him. It was just another example of how his brain was confusing everything.
"You...?" Burt frowned. He didn't understand.
"Kurt's been remembering little pieces." Blaine said, speaking for the first time since entering the kitchen. He hadn't planned on speaking up, he knew that this was something that Kurt needed to say, but when the young boy fell into silence and just stared at the floor, he knew he needed to say something.
"You have? You've never said..." Burt looked down. How could he not know this? Kurt was his son! It was his job to look after him and if he hadn't noticed this then he knew he wasn't doing his job properly.
"I didn't understand them," Kurt whispered. His dad didn't sound mad but he didn't sound happy either.
"I could have helped..."
"I know." Kurt frowned. "My head hurts all the time daddy, and I don't know how to act. I feel like a silly little boy a lot and then when I go to sleep I see me but I don't know what I'm doing or what's happening." Kurt said quietly, playing with his hands as a distraction.
"You knew that he was starting to remember?" Burt asked looking at Blaine. He wasn't too how he felt about that.
"I told him daddy, because I knew he could help me feel normal." Kurt whispered. "And he did. He made me not scared." Those words broke Burt's house. His son who he adored more then anything in the world was scared to talk to him. He looked at Blaine and sighed, how could his son talk to what was potentially a stranger instead of him?
"I would have helped." Burt whispered, Kurt had to know that.
"I know!" Kurt said his eyes welling up. His emotions all over the place. All he could think about was how he had upset his dad. He hated this feeling. He hated everything. "I didn't mean to make you sad!" He said, blinking as tears started to pour down his cheeks. Not knowing what to do, he ran out of the room and downstairs to his bedroom where he curled up on his bed and cried.
Blaine gulped, he didn't want to be left alone with Burt. Not when he wasn't sure on what the older man was feeling, but deep down he knew that Kurt needed a moment on his own, and he knew that he needed to explain it to Burt. "He didn't tell you because he was scared of you. He didn't tell you because he didn't know how to." Blaine whispered. Not having the confidence to talk loudly, but he knew that Burt had heard him because he had stopped pacing and was now looking in his general direction. "His head's racing with thoughts, he wanted to try to understand them before speaking to you about them." Blaine continued, thinking carefully about what he was saying. "I know most of the time he doesn't seem like he's ready to remember, but he has the memories already. But they're horrible memories. All he thinks his life is, is full of bullies and mean words. He needs to remember the good things."
"He has good things in his life." Burt whispers. "He has friends..."
"Friends who he hardly talks to." Blaine whispered softly. "He just needs to know he isn't alone."
Burt nodded, he knew what Blaine was saying made sense. "I'll help him with the memories. I'll talk to his doctor, tell him how he's...how he's starting to get better."
"I'm sorry that he didn't tell you first." Blaine said, genuinely meaning it.
Burt nodded, he could tell that Blaine meant his words. "It's okay, I don't blame you. I'm just glad that he has you. I just...i wish he had you before."
"I know." He whispers looking down. "But...I wont leave him. I made him a promise, even when he gets better, I'll still be there for him. No matter what. He's my best friend."
Burst smiled, he knew that Blaine would never hurt his son, and was even more relieved that the two had found each other. "Why don't you go downstairs and sit with him, he doesn't like to be alone when he cries." Burt said softly, he knew that he was dismissing Blaine but he just needed a moment to his thoughts. The curly haired boy understood and with one last smile walked downstairs to a crying Kurt.
