A/N: I'm baaacckk...*smiles eerily* Yeah..I'm on soda right now, so, forgive my insanity...

Chapter 7

Kurt carefully led his shivering boyfriend into the warm, brightly lit house.

"Hey, Kurt!" Finn called from his place in front of the tv.

Blaine flinched and clung onto Kurt's arm more securely.

"Keep it down, Finn," Kurt hissed, shushing Blaine gently.

Finn turned and looked at Blaine. "Dude! What the fuck happened to you?"

Blaine whimpered, frozen to the spot.

"Shh," Kurt whispered soothingly. "Finn, I told you to keep it down."

"Sorry bro," Finn said sheepishly, taking a few steps closer.

Blaine stepped back on impulse, managing to bump into a table and knock over one of Carole's vases in the process.

Kurt turned to glare at Finn. "Go away. You're scaring him," he snapped, lowering himself down to where Blaine was sprawled out on the ground, rubbing his thigh in pain.

"How much does it hurt, baby?" he asked gently.

"Alot," Blaine whimpered.

Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine's thigh gently. "Better?"

"A little," Blaine replied, but then his face paled. "Oh my god! I broke Carole's vase!"

"It's okay, honey, she can get a new one," Kurt quickly tried to comfort his panicking boyfriend.

"B-but I-I b-broke it! Sh-she's g-gonna b-be m-mad," Blaine trembled.

"Who's going to be mad about what?" Carole asked, stepping into the room.

"Oh my god Mrs. Hummel I am so sorry for breaking your vase I didn't mean to and-"

"Shh," Carole and Kurt said in unision.

"Kurt, tell me what happened?"

"Finn startled him and he bumped into the table and knocked over your vase," Kurt replied.

"It's alright, Blaine. I'm not angry with you. It's just a vase after all. I'll clean it up, don't worry about it," she smiled.

Blaine looked skeptically up at her.

Carole frowned down at him. He was bloody, bruised, and terribly thin. She turned to Kurt, her eyes questioning.

Kurt shook his head in a "Not now" gesture.

"Carole, can Blaine stay with us for the time being?" he asked softly.

Carole nodded. "As long as he likes. I'm sure your father won't mind."

"Thanks. Call us when dinner's ready. We'll be upstairs."

"I will," Carole said as she watched Kurt leading the smaller boy to his room. She let out a long sigh and turned to begin cooking dinner. She, Burt, and Kurt would all talk about this later.

A/N: Aww..