Eight Weeks Part 4

A/N: Hello! I am so sorry for the wait! I have been buried in schoolwork, but I now present to you part 4! And as I suspected, this isn't the end just yet! This chapter took another route that I didn't have planned but I'm happy with it and I hope you enjoy!

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I will just say that final exams are coming up and I have a nice pile of essays and assignments to get done so the next update might be a bit of a wait, except it sometime in December though!

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Its just flashes tonight and everything is cold. Blaine still can't move. He still can't breathe. He can still see the monster. But it's all quick clips; it changes so quickly that it makes his head feel dizzy. Everything hurts and his screams don't make a sound. No one will ever come and save him.

It gets colder and colder, darker and darker until –

Blaine's eyes snap open; he blinks away the sleep and tears. He's shivering. It's not until he sits up that he realizes he's not in his room and he understands why he's so cold. He's sitting on a bench in a park be doesn't recognize. The dim light of the early morning doesn't cast shadows yet but allows Blaine to see the small swing set and slide at the far end of the park, and the twisted trail of gravel with a line of benches along it.

Blaine reaches into his pocket for his phone, noticing all the missed calls from Sam, and one from his mom, that he ignored the night before. Blaine tried to remember how everything went from the night before, his head was pounding from sleeping out in the cold, as he runs the back of his hand across his forehead, taking a deep breath. He remembers talking to Sam, then running. He just remembers running and running until he couldn't breath anymore and his legs refused to move one more step.

Now, he has no idea where he is, but he doesn't want to call Sam back and have to listen to whatever Sam has to say to him. He doesn't want to face the fact that Sam knows what he really did now.

So Blaine stands, closing his eyes tight when the motion sends his head spinning, and begins to wander. Sam's neighbourhood isn't that big, he'll easily be able to find his way to somewhere he recognizes.

Blaine felt lightheaded when he began to walk, still chilled from the dreams and spending the night on a park bench. His feet ran through the dewy blades of grass and he presses down his hair out of habit. He doesn't really make decisions on which way he goes, he just wanders, knowing eventually he'll make his way out of the maze of houses.

He sees flashes of his monster on the back of his eyelids every time he blinks and tries to shake it out of his mind but nothing works. It's stuck there, getting comfortable and ready to haunt Blaine for a very long time.

Blaine managed to bring his mind back to reality for a moment to check his surroundings after walking for what feels like hours to him. His legs were beginning to ache, but he found himself welcoming the pain. It was something to focus on so he could look around him and figure out where he was going. He turned to look at the house he stopped beside and felt a different kind of spinning occupy his mind. It was Kurt's house.

An intake of breath was stopped in his throat when he stared at what felt more like home to him than anywhere else in the world. He looked at the perfect, but not arrogant-looking, garden framing the front steps and walkway in front of the beautiful structure. This was a place where Blaine had always felt safe. And as he stood there, he realized he still did. The darkness that now followed him held back and he felt a sense of peace wash over him. Until he realized that this was not allowed to be his home anymore. He would never be welcomed back into this house. And with this thought, and an escaped choked sob, Blaine was completely taken over by the darkness once more.

"What do you think happened?" A soft, female voice spoke quietly in the next room.

"I don't know, I pull up and he's passed out on the sidewalk. His face covered in tears, thought he might've hit his head but no blood or bumps. He was chilled to the bone." A male voice this time, a little louder than the first voice, but still hushed.

"Oh, the poor thing. I know what he did hurt Kurt so much, but he made a mistake. And even how Kurt talks about it, well the little bit he did, you know how much he regrets it. I can only imagine what's going on inside his head now." The female voice spoke again.

Kurt? Blaine stirred at the name, were the voices talking about him? They must have been, he was the one to hurt Kurt, and he hoped no one else had done such a thing! Then he remembered being outside Kurt's house… did he pass out? No, he must've just gone home. Blaine squeezed his eyes shut tighter. His head was pounding.

He tried to open his eyes but they wouldn't yet. He tried figure out where he was. This wasn't his bed, the couch? He was definitely on a couch. But it wasn't the hard leather couch in his house. It was cozy and warm; a thick blanket tucked tight around his still cold body. He took a deep breath through his nose, taking in the inviting scent of the room.

The familiar scent.

He knew where he was now.

He forced his eyes to open. He blinked a few times then focused on the bookshelf across the room from where he was lying. His eyes ran over the collection of books and movies and picture frames. He felt a mixture of longing and home and guilt in his chest when his eyes landed on the picture on the end of the shelf.

Kurt was sitting on the patio in the backyard, arms wrapped tightly around the other boy in the photograph. They were both smiling brightly, there eyes full of love. The guilt in Blaine's chest just grew as he stared. The other boy in the photos looked like him. But he couldn't believe it. He couldn't let himself think about when he felt that feeling of pure joy and he couldn't look at the laughter in Kurt's eyes; the look that he used to live for. He loved making Kurt laugh; it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

But that was before, and it hurt so much to be reminded of that and how much he messed up.

"Hey kiddo, how're you feeling?" Burt's voice made Blaine jump, finally tearing his gaze from the photograph. Blaine shook his head lightly, trying to think.

"What am I doing here?" Blaine spoke quietly, "I'm sorry. I should go." He stood quickly but fell right back down again. Burt came and put a gentle hand on his shoulder and Blaine didn't even flinch, which surprised Blaine. This place was still safe. But he knew he didn't deserve that anymore.

"No, you're not going anyway right now. You fainted, and you might've hit you head a bit. Just sit and breathe. Carole's getting you some water." Burt spoke gently to Blaine, which confused him. He should hate him, not want to help him.

Blaine's head was spinning more than ever now. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes but still felt hot tears fall. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he repeated in a whisper, rocking back and forth slightly.

"Hey, none of that kid. You're okay here." Burt kept his hand on Blaine's shoulder, grounding him. Blaine breathed.

"Here sweetheart, this'll help." Carole came in with a glass of water and handed it to Blaine who looked up to accept the water and took a sip. He avoided both of their eyes.

"Now Blaine, do you want to tell us what happened?" Burt asked.

Blaine shrugged but spoke in a weak voice, "I was walking and then I was outside here. And then I woke up on your couch."

"Walking from where Blaine? Your house is way to far to walk here." Carole said.

"A park somewhere. I don't know. I've never been to it before."

Burt and Carole exchanged worried looks, "Blaine what were you doing in a park in Lima that you've never been to before so early in the morning?"

"I slept there, I don't know how I got there," Blaine shrugged again.

Burt looked at him, shocked. "You slept – why?"

"I was at Sam's but then I left and I ended up there." It was amazing how at ease Blaine still felt around Burt and Carole, and how easy it was to speak with them.

"Blaine, I don't understand," Carole spoke up, "why would you leave Sam's house and sleep in the park?"

"I had to," Blaine hesitated, "He knows now and he hates me too."

"Knows what sweetheart?"

Blaine looked up to meet her eyes, realizing he said too much. "Nothing, it doesn't matter. Thank-you for helping me, I'll get out of your way now." Blaine stood again, managing to stay up, but still a little shaky on his feet as he made his way to the front door.

"No Blaine, you're not going anywhere like this. You're shaking," Blaine opened his mouth to argue but Burt held up a hand, "lie down, no ifs, ands or buts. Get some sleep; you probably didn't have the best sleep if you were in the park all night. You're okay here." Burt stood and led Blaine back to the couch.

Blaine didn't want to burden them anymore; he had already hurt this family enough, the family that he loved so much. Except he couldn't help but surrender to the comfort and warmth when he lied back down on the couch and exhaustion took over.

Kurt couldn't calm down for the entire flight. He caught the first one he could get and fiddled with the zipper on his sweater for the entire flight. He knew he was probably annoying everyone around him because he kept shifting in his seat and opening and closing the shade on his window. But all he could think about was Blaine. And how Sam still didn't know where he was or if he was safe and Kurt couldn't handle not knowing. No matter what he finds out about what happened between Blaine and Eli, he could not handle knowing Blaine could be lost and alone and hurting.

He realized, as he was pulling his bag out of the taxi trunk, that he had never even called his dad to tell him he was coming. Oh well, he'd get to surprise him.

Kurt slipped off his shoes and kicked them onto the mat, not worrying about being careful with them, his mind was focused on other things right now.

"Dad?" He called out. He heard movement in the kitchen and went to greet whoever was home. He walked quickly through the living room and was met with a startled looking Carole in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Kurt? What are you doing here? Is everything okay? What's wrong?" Carole looked over Kurt for any injuries or something that appeared out of place.

"I'm fine! Just uh, a surprise visit. Dad home?" Kurt didn't want to tell Carole, or anyone, about Blaine yet. Not when he wasn't even sure what happened.

"He had to go stop by the garage for a few minutes, he'll be back soon," Carole answered looking slightly anxious, "It's good to see you Kurt!" She pulled him into a tight hug that Kurt happily returned.

"You too. I'm going to put my stuff upstairs." Kurt sprinted up the stairs, once again carelessly throwing his stuff on the floor beside his bed. He fell back onto his bed and pulled out his phone. He knew he needed to call him. He was sure Blaine would answer if he called. Kurt had been ignoring his calls and texts for so long…

He was scared though. He didn't want it to be true; he wished none of this had ever happened. He had to hear Blaine's voice though, and make sure he was okay, no matter what. But Kurt couldn't make himself call right now.

He needed to see his dad, that's all. He just need a big, comforting hug that only his dad could give him.

A few moments later, as if Burt had read Kurt's thoughts, the front door opened and Kurt heard his father's footsteps in the front hallway, the door shutting quietly. Kurt made his way downstairs to greet his dad in the living room, but stopped suddenly when he saw the small figure curled up on the couch, his father resting a hand on the boy's forehead. Burt looked up startled when he heard Kurt's broken whisper, "Blaine?"

A/N: I feel like I always leave it like that... Hope you enjoyed it, please review, see you for the next update!