Wow, last chapter was purely a filler/me just wanting to post something after the Kliss, so I'm thrilled at the response it got!

I wrote this while watching Comic Relief last night, so I was suitably depressed.

Did anyone see it? It really affected me.

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'I'm so nervous.' Kurt whispered as Blaine fixed his tie. Blaine nodded, gently stroking the side of Kurt's jaw.

'That's normal.' He said. 'I wish I could come in with you.'

'I wish I could sit on your lap and hold your hand throughout the whole thing. Or better yet, just not go at all.' He bit his lip, looking down anxiously and plucking at Blaine's sweater. 'I just can't shake the feeling that I'm doing the wrong thing.'

'You know how I feel about it. What you feel is the wrong thing, for some reason, could still be the right thing for you.' Blaine reached up and stroked Kurt's hair, pausing as the doorbell rang. 'I'll get it.' He went out into the reception, opening the door to reveal Summer.

'Blaine! Thank goodness you're home. I'm freaking out. Dave's trial starts in 45 minutes and my car won't start. Can I have a ride?'

'Um...' Blaine rubbed the back of his neck. He was going to give Kurt a ride. 'I don't know. You know I would, but-'

'What's up?' Kurt walked in. 'Summer! Is everything okay?'

'Not really, I-' she paused, glancing at the piece of paper in Kurt's hand. It was a letter from the court to him, informing him of the date and time of the trial; the not-so-discreet blue letterhead had obviously caught her attention, she no doubt had a similar letter at home. 'What's that?'

'Uh- nothing.' Kurt folded the letter quickly, cursing his stupid answer.

'Why do you have a letter from the court?' She walked over to him.

'Summer – I'm sorry. I should have told you.' He handed her the letter, which also detailed Kurt's plea.

'Kurt...' She glanced up at him. 'Why didn't you say anything?'

'I...'

'You should have told me. When – when was I supposed to find out? When I saw you up on the witness stand, testifying against my husband?'

'Look, this was-'

'Blaine! I came to you! I poured my heart out to you – and you know this?' She was in tears now. 'Why?'

'Summer...' Blaine pulled her into his chest, trying to calm her sobs.

'You guys, what's going on?' Caissie came downstairs. 'Is everything okay?'

'So Caissie doesn't know.' Summer noted tearfully. 'Why didn't you tell her?'

'Tell me what? Daddy?'

'Cais...' Kurt turned to her, his eyes low. 'When we were younger... Chandler's dad – Dave... forced me to – well, he made me...' Her hand flew up to her mouth as she realised what Kurt was trying to say.

'Oh my God...' She deflated visibly. 'This is why you're taking him away from me. I feel sick.'

'Summer,' Blaine said in a low voice. 'I know you don't want to hear this... Dave has really been affecting Kurt recently. He had a panic attack that night we had dinner. And Dave keeps trying to initiate contact, and something more, between himself and Kurt. Kurt has been suffering as a result of this. And we both thought that this suffering was not going to end until the problem that started in high school was silenced and Dave couldn't trouble him anymore.' Summer shook her head, her eyes screwed up.

'I hate him.' She said. 'I hate him. He's breaking up my family and he's hurt my child and he's been a closet case for the twenty years we've been married!' She pushed Blaine away suddenly. 'I-' She was cut off by a gasp coming from Caissie. Every head in the room snapped towards her, where she was bent double, her mouth stretched in an "o" of horror, and blood trickling down her legs from under her skirt.

'Caissie!' Blaine ran towards her, grabbing her hand and putting a hand on her back. 'Fuck, Kurt - start the car!' Kurt ran out of the house as Summer, recovering from her temporary shock, took Caissie's other arm and led her towards the car.

'Dad – my stomach – it hurts so bad!'

'I know, baby, breathe, just-' Blaine choked back a sob and helped her into the car.

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'There was a problem with the chromosomes of your baby. The reason for this is unclear, but what it means is that the foetus was unable to develop correctly. I'm so sorry, Miss Hummel-Anderson.' Caissie's face screwed up and she hid in Chandler's chest, where he sat next to her on the hospital bed, arms tight around her. Blaine held Kurt silently at the foot of the bed, and Summer stood in the corner, her face white. Caissie looked up at Chandler and whispered.

'I wanted to call her Amber.'

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This wasn't nearly emotional enough. I'm thinking of writing a letter between Caissie and Chandler, that forwards the plot but also dives into their feelings also... Want?

Love reviews and whatnot

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