Eight Weeks - Part 5

A/N: Hello again and happy holidays to you all! I finally got this chapter finished! Sorry for the wait, it's a bit weird writing it at home. I wrote all the other parts when I was at school and it's a completely different feeling writing in my bed at home. So this one didn't come quite as easily but I received a review today that just sort of pushed me to do it and I'm very glad it did! And thank-you to all the reviews and favourites and follows on this! You're all so amazing!

Now I just want to say quickly that asdfghjkl; that christmas episode was perfect. And before I just talk your ear off I'll stop there (if you're ever interested in my fangirling my tumblr is amagicfarbeyond so come hang out!)

This is not the end yet, but it is a bit of a shorter chapter. These are really beginning to write themselves now, my plans just all fly out the window when I actually sit down and write them. Anyway, I am happy with this is I've probably talked for way to long here, so go on!

Enjoy, please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or it's characters.

Blaine couldn't read the expression on Kurt's face or the tone of his voice when he heard his name shoot through the room. It felt as though they were all holding their breath as the two boys locked eyes. Blaine opened his mouth as to say something but the words wouldn't come and he desperately looked over to Burt as if he would know what to say.

"Kurt, what are you doing home?" Burt stood up and crossed the room to Kurt.

"I'm fine, I just- needed to come home," Kurt didn't know how much Burt knew about Blaine right now. Kurt told his dad everything when they broke up but now that Blaine was here Kurt didn't know what to do anymore. "I missed you."

Burt pulled Kurt in for a tight hug, releasing him after a moment and turning back to see Blaine sitting up on the couch, looking down at his shoes and feeling a bit out of place, before slowly making his way to his feet.

"I'm just going to go. Thank-you Mr. Hummel," Blaine turned on the spot and headed for the door, swaying slightly after laying down for so long.

Kurt stepped in front of his dad, opening his mouth to call after Blaine but Burt's hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"I'm not about to let you try and walk home or whatever after earlier Blaine," Burt released Kurt shoulder to walk after Blaine, Kurt shot a look of concern back to Carole who was now standing in the doorway behind him. "I'll drive you, kid."

Burt grabbed his coat and was out the door before Blaine could protest, leaving Kurt standing in the living room, feeling so much more lost than he was before.

Burt and Blaine rode in silence the whole way back to Blaine's home. Burt sent the occasional glance over to make sure Blaine was okay, but Blaine never looked up from shoes.

When the car pulled into Blaine's driveway and was shut off Burt turned to Blaine again, "Listen kid, I know you and Kurt are going through this thing right now, and I know you've made a few mistakes here and there." Blaine couldn't move, he held his breath, terrified of Burt's words, his disappointment. He can feel the pressure build up behind his eyes and fights with everything he has not to let the tears fall, not right now, "I want you to remember that you still matter Blaine. You matter. I can tell that you're beating yourself up over this and I'm worried that no one has told you that in a while. "

Eight weeks, Blaine thinks.

Now he can't help it, a tear falls as Blaine releases a shaky breath. Burt's words are new again to Blaine and it hurts because Blaine doesn't think he can believe them.

Kurt is waiting, very impatiently, at the kitchen table when Burt returned. As soon as the door clicked shut he was out of his seat and in the front hall, "What is going on? What's wrong with Blaine? Dad, you have to tell me, you have to tell me what happened please-"

"Kurt! Kurt, slow down kiddo. Come sit down, I'll tell you everything I know." Burt led an almost shaking Kurt to the couch in the living room and sat across from him on the coffee table, meeting his son's worried eyes. "Early this morning we came home to find Blaine passed out on the lawn-"

"He was what?! Why?! Wha-"

"Kurt, Kurt, let me talk alright?" Burt searched Kurt's frantic eyes for a moment knowing that Kurt still wanted to yell and get answers at that very moment, but when the boy managed to remain silent he continued, "Blaine was on the lawn, he didn't seem to have been there long, but he had been outside all night."

Kurt's eyes went wide, his eyebrows shooting together in concern and he opened his mouth just to close it again so that he could hear the rest of the story.

"We brought him inside, got him warmed up and let him sleep it off. When he woke up he told us that he had slept in the park last night. He and Sam must have gotten into some kind of argument and Blaine took off and ended up at the park. When he got here he fainted and hit his head. Carole looked at him; it's nothing serious. Now, I know you two have your history but for whatever reason he ended up here."

Kurt felt like he was going to explode and to Burt's surprise he let out a loud, broken sob.

"He's home safe now, but Kurt, the kid is going through something bad. And I think he really needs someone to help," Burt continued but Kurt just shook his head as he cried and tried to catch his breath. Burt, at a loss, pulled Kurt closer and held him.

Carole came in after a few minutes with some drinks and a plate of crackers. She set them to the side; they could wait until Kurt was ready, and sat beside her stepson on the couch.

When Kurt felt Carole's light hand on his shoulder he managed to calm himself down. He pulled back from his father's arms and looked over at her and said in just a whisper, "I know why he ran."

Blaine went straight to his room, passing the kitchen where his mother and father didn't say a word to him. He flung the door closed behind him and dropped onto the floor beside his bed. He brought his knees to his chest and grab a fist full of curls on his head and just cried.

The words that Burt Hummel had said to him only moments ago had reached every single part of his mind and they seemed to flow through his entire body. They made everything lighter and yet Blaine new that they didn't belong there, because Blaine didn't matter, not anymore. Not after he had hurt someone that he loved so much and not after he was touched by the monster who still haunts his dreams.

Seeing Kurt, even for the second that he did, brought a whole other wave of emotions that Blaine wished he could just wipe away. He couldn't, however, even figure out what they were because when he saw Kurt he saw the beautiful features that Blaine could stare at for hours; the features that Blaine had once memorized had held an expression that Blaine didn't know.

Blaine thought about Kurt everyday but it never truly hit him how much he missed the other boy. Kurt was his best friend. The only person he would have ever felt comfortable confiding in about something like this. But this was what hurt him. Now Blaine was alone, and maybe Burt didn't know. Maybe that's why Burt didn't know that Blaine no longer mattered.

"What do you mean sweetheart?" Carole questioned Kurt in the soft tone only a mother can achieve.

"I k-know why he ran. From S-Sam." Kurt stuttered, never breaking eye contact with Carole. He needed an adult to know too. He didn't know what to do on his own anymore. He pulled in a deep breath.

"What do you know kiddo?" He dad's voice was heard, assuring the listening ears of two of the people Kurt trusted most in the world.

Kurt spoke barely above a whisper, "Sam called me after Blaine ran from his house. It wasn't really an argument. Just a conversation but… Blaine said that… or Sam thinks t-that…um…" Kurt hated the words he knew he was going to have to say. He didn't want these words to be true. But he needed someone to know, "Sam thinks that Blaine was r-raped."

A sharp intake of breath and then silence. Kurt felt tears slide down his cheeks and fall onto the hands folded on his lap. He finally looked away from Carole and stared at them. Carole and Burt looked at each other, both completely lost as to how to handle this.

"Kurt, um, is Sam sure about this?" Carole spoke up.

"He can't be 100 per cent sure no, but everything he has said makes sense. Believe me, I don't want this to be true. But that's why I came home, because I have to know.

And because I can't let him be alone if it is true. I'm not leaving him to deal with this by himself. I just- even seeing him just now, he looked terrible, Dad. He looked like he hasn't slept for weeks and if Sam is right, and I know Blaine… he probably hasn't told a soul."

Burt shook his head, trying to put everything together. "Okay. Okay, Kurt, Blaine is hopefully asleep by now, so first thing tomorrow you drive on over there and talk to him. I mean, there's not much we can do if we don't know for sure. But you're right; he looked completely exhausted. Now you go on and get up to bed, you're probably tired after the flight and everything." Burt stood and helped Kurt to his feet. Kurt hugged his Dad tightly, followed by a hug for Carole and disappeared up the stairs, leaving Burt and Carole to discuss how they were going to help their boys through this.

Burt was right, Kurt was tired and not just from the flight, but the truth was he hadn't slept at all since Sam called him, and he didn't think sleep would come so easily now. He changed and crawled into bed quickly, finding a spot on the wall to study as he thought about what one earth he would say to Blaine tomorrow.