Thanks SO much for the reviews, I will be continuing this story so it will amount to 3 chapters of wonderful Klaineness!

Unfortunately this chapter will be a tad shorter cause it's a filler on Blaine's thoughts on his way to his house to confront his cracked father.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

A Family Who Cares

Chapter 2: Voyage

The car was silent, not even the radio was playing. Burt was driving and Carol was in the passenger seat. Kurt and Blaine occupied the back seats. It had been silent ever since they left the Hummel-Hudson household, no, It had been silent long before that. Ever since they had woken up that morning Blaine couldn't recall anybody saying just about anything other than Carol calling them down for breakfast.

Before they had left, Carol wrote a short note to Finn in case he came home before them and they headed out the door, but as Blaine been rounding the vehicle, Kurt caught his hand, spun him around and placed a short kiss on his lips before promising everything was going to be fine.

Kurt had then lead him to the door and shimmied in first, never breaking his hand contact with Blaine.

Presently, Blaine looked down at their intertwined hands, a ghost of a smile forming on his lips. He then spared a glance up to Kurt's eyes, which he found were dead-set on the road ahead.

Just like his fathers.

And his step-mother's.

They all seemed so set on what was ahead of them it gave Blaine a sliver of confidence that Kurt's promise was true and that this family knew what they were doing. What was he thinking? Of course they knew what they were doing, after all Kurt had been forced out of his school by a bully very much like his father.

Only this time, Blaine had a feeling his dad wasn't about to unexpectedly come out of the closet and kiss his boyfriend.

Blaine was suddenly hit again with the same sense of thankfulness for his boyfriend as he had been feeling since the previous night. He could only humor himself by thinking what kind selfish idiots he could have fallen for that didn't have a shred of uniqueness or pure courage as his one and only love.

His mind jumped to Sebastian Smyth and he had to hold back a humor-less chuckle as he envisioned him in this situation. Blaine figured he'd try to get into his pants then give him a pat on the head with a few words of encouragement and send him on his way home.

Nothing like what Kurt is sacrificing to help me. Or what Mr. Hummel is risking in the public eye to confront his homophobic father.

His stomach stirred in hunger and he had a brief wish that he had eaten the food offered to him back at Kurt's place. The thought that kept the briefness to his wish was that he knew he hack it all back up in nervousness as soon as he stepped foot inside his own house. Besides, it's not like anybody else ate.

Blaine looked down again, only this time his focus was on this leg which refused to stop twitching. It had started early in the morning when he had first proposed to call the police before they even got there, just in case, but Burt had wanted to confront the man first. If things got out of hand, he promise that reinforcements would be called to help.

Blaine closed his eyes and tried to just clear his mind of thoughts. To his surprise, this worked for a few minutes...or had it an hour, because as he opened his eyes, he saw familiar stores and shops from downtown Westervile.

Streets were becoming more and more familiar from his childhood, and his leg seemed to only become more and more restless. Kurt then leaned over and looked him straight in the eye to give him a meaningful stare, pecked him on his lips and pulled him closer to whisper in his ear, "I always keep my promises, Blaine. Always. I love you."

Kurt reached down and gently rubbed Blaine's jittery thigh for a moment with his thumb before pulling away and focusing back on the road.

After a few short minutes, they arrives at Mr. Anderson's dwelling. The family emptied the car and Kurt pulled Blaine out his door as to continue their prolonged hand-holding. Burt moved aside as Blaine walked up to the door.

He removed his had from Kurt's with a the slightest of squeezes and almost whimpered at the loss of contact with his source of comfort. Then, steeling himself, Blaine took a deep breath and stood tall as he rang his own doorbell.

It only took a moment for Mrs. Anderson to answer the door. With a squeak she said, "Blaine, Honey! You really shouldn't be -"

"Mary, what are you doing? Invite our son and his friends inside."

From over his mother's shoulder, Blaine could see his father standing in the living room; sneering, and suddenly wished the car ride had been longer than the two hours it was.

Far longer.

And thank goodness he hadn't eaten anything.

I rather liked this chapter, not as much as like like the next (which will be posted soon), but enough to be proud of it!

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