The things worth fighting for Chapter 26, a glee fanfic

Okay guys, a weird one. Blaine's journal. Some of it is repeating things from other chapters some of it is Blaine' perspectives and confessions that is original material. So just in case you don't want to read stuff that's already appeared in other chapters is in Italic. Warnings for violence and sexual abuse.

Kurt hugged the journal close to his chest as he sat on the bed. He felt empty. He opened the journal because that was what Blaine had asked him to do.

To me you are perfect.

Dear Kurt, I know that I will never be able to tell you this to your face but maybe one day I will let you read this.

This is my confession.

I don't deserve your friendship.

Before I was the broken boy you know today I was not a nice person. Today you found out who my father was. I know you think I am a victim of his cruelty but actually I was a part of it. I always wanted to please my father. When I was a child I used to try and get his attention but he had no patience for children. It took me a long time to understand what my father did, it took me a long time to understand what he was talking about when he said being gay was unnatural and bad. When I did understand it there was a double shock because that was about the time I started to realize I was gay myself.

This may shock you but I thought that if I kept copying what father said then I would cure myself. Yes, at that time I though I needed to be cured. I started helping him on his classic cars and talking to him about how much I hated gay people as much as he did. For the first time in my life I had my fathers attention. As I got a bit older he invited me to rallies with him and I started to preach homophobic messages to the crowds. But the more I tried to cure myself the more I realized it was impossible and I didn't believe a thing I was saying.

Sometimes I just wish you'd mind your own fucking business and leave me alone.

I just read what I wrote before. I'm not angry anymore. I'm so sorry that I shouted at you. I 'm just so sorry. I'm so ashamed. I wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to talk to me again. I just couldn't tell you about my first master. I just couldn't. You have to understand Kurt, I want you to look at me and see a person not a bundle of damage and maybe that's too much to ask but I'm going to try.

Dear Kurt,

I wasn't able to tell you about what happened, just the barest details. I was raped Kurt, the man, he's not the one I see in my dreams. Maybe one day I will be able to tell you about him. I never knew his name, but he ruined me. He took away all hope I had of ever being loved. He made me dirty.

The room was dark and smelled I was so scared I couldn't think right. He was taller then me, intimidating. He put me in shackles and hung me from the ceiling. I begged him to stop but he liked listening to me beg. He wanted me to scream. I can't explain the pain Kurt, I just kept wanting it to stop but it didn't. It didn't ever stop Kurt. I was there for a few days. I was scared that he would come back and hurt me again and he did several times.

He was sadistic Kurt. He pinned me down and forced himself into me. I was a virgin, I had imagined that my first time would be sweet and romantic. Not that I would be left bleeding and alone and knowing it was going to happen again.

I think about you Kurt. I know that when I was angry I said you wouldn't understand because you were a virgin but you have no idea how much I long for what you have. You have the chance at first love. And I know you will be loved Kurt, I know that somebody pure and untainted like you is going to come and you'll be sweet together and hold each other and you'll give yourselves rather than be taken. I can't even be jealous because you deserve it so much Kurt. Don't throw it all away because of impatience like I was willing to do, don't settle for the first boy who beats his eyelids at you. Wait for somebody who sees how wonderful you are. Wait for somebody who wants you to be happy and will spend their entire life loving you because they know how special you are.

I can't believe we're going to get out of this town. I mean, the idea of going to see a musical and stay in a hotel is brilliant. I used to do that with my mates from school. But I didn't think that would happen ever again. It's the simpleness of it, the idea that I could be free enough to just go out of town. And I can't wait to spend the weekend with you. It's going to be so good to get out of this town. I mean, I know you and Burt give me lots of freedom but this was the place where I was in a slave mind set and knowing I can go outside of my usual circle of the house and the garage and McKinley is wonderful. Thank you so much for this Kurt. I just hope I don't disturb you with the nightmares, they're almost every night at the moment though I'm guessing I don't scream in all of them.

Six trainers, one previous master, the two guards, then there was that one other slave. That's the one I dreamed of last night. He wasn't the cruelest by far. But he hadn't been expecting it.

We're actually going, A weekend just with you.

It was strange to see Westerville again. I hadn't considered the fact that we'd be driving through it so it took me by surprise but it was okay. We drove past the coffee shop I used to go to. I looked in hoping to see some of my old friends, just to know that they're okay, just to see their faces again but they weren't there. Perhaps it was for the best that I didn't see them because I might want to talk to them, to find a way to contact them and that's impossible. They're never going to be in my life again.

You asked me if I was happy with myself before I was taken in as a slave. No, of course not. I wasn't allowed to be myself. Let me tell you what my life was like. I spent my childhood trying to get my mothers attention by being a sweet and attentive and perfect son but she never paid me much attention. She would put dinner on the table every night and hum as I spoke. I was popular with the other children though. I wasn't allowed play dates, well not in my own house because my dad was too busy. I was scared of that man when I was a child but then again the only time he had time for me was on school report day or the odd occasion I had done something too bad for my mother to feel like she could punish. I would always run to my brother after my Dad shouted at me. He'd hold me as I cried. He always had time for me and up till when he went to college I think he had more of a hand of raising me than my parents. And my nanny did leave when I was six because my parents thought it was time for me to grow up.

Then during the last year of middle school one of my Dad's advisers heard me sing and went to my father and told him that I could be useful in getting him more votes because he would appear like a family man. I guess my brother wasn't appropriate as at that point he wore a leather jacket and smoked.

I was terrified. Not of singing in front of a crowd of people at a rally but that somehow I would slip up. I already knew I was gay, well I said know but it didn't happen like that. I didn't just know I suspected and denied from when I was about twelve. The only thing that turned me on was naked boys. And by that time I knew my fathers politics. So I started the act, a dutiful son who followed my father around in my holidays singing for people. I bare faced lied when people asked me about my father telling them about a time when he had come home really late on my birthday because he had been working so hard. I was already asleep but he came and woke me up and took me to the park in the middle of the night to play ball with me. Of course that never happened but if I lied enough time I started to believe it. And my father was proud of me, he now had time for me just as long as I was asking him questions about his work.

My brother brought me my first bow tie on my second rally. It was a sarcastic joke gift because he was annoyed at me. He said I would become a miniature version of my father and he thought I had integrity. But I just wore the bow tie smugly, I drove a wedge between myself and the one person who had actually cared about me.

I should have known that I wouldn't have been able to keep everything bottled up forever. I started to get frustrated with the fact that I could never be myself not at home where I tried to be perfect or at school where I tried to be the cool best friend to everybody. I wondered how many of those friends would stick around if I showed my real self. And I don't just mean the gay thing, I mean the fact that I like comic books and harry potter and the occasional chick flicks. I got in a few fights over silly comments, my perfect mask was starting to fall. I started to box to get my frustration out then I started a fight club. I had to become pretty good with the make up brushes to hide that one from my parents. Cooper caught on one night. I saw him in the crowd with all the boys from my school. He looked so disappointed and as I was distracted I got floored. He was there cleaning me up in seconds. I think it mended things between us. We talked and he understood that I was just trying to get the love and affection from my parents that I'd never had. He told me that I shouldn't sell myself or change myself just because our parents sucked at being parents but I didn't want to go back to being ignored. And I didn't tell him the one thing I wanted to tell him. The one thing I was longing to tell anybody.

Then the first day of junior year I met a new boy. He's name was Jason. He was a bit of an spoiled rich asshole but then so was I. I had no idea he was gay, I'd never met another gay person. Then one day he insulted my Dad and my bow ties and I challenged him to a fight at fight club. Boxing turned into all round brawl on the floor and before somebody pulled me off of him I noticed something, a rather obvious and excited thing. I was still a little pent up from the fight which was probably the only way I would have dared to go up to him and outright ask if he'd got an erection fighting me. For a second he looked like he was going to punch me. Then he looked down and laughed, then he leaned down and kissed me. Like I said he was an ass, but I was being kissed. All of a sudden all those frustrations, all those things I wanted but had to keep hidden were a possibility. Now when I think how eager I was to lose my virginity I feel sick.

Like I wrote before, don't just go for the first person who shows you a flicker of interest. I've never had love but guessing how much I was willing to compromise myself and guessing how many books have been written for it I'm assuming it's wroth waiting for.

"Ever wonder about what he's doing
How it all turned to lies
Sometimes I think that it's better to never ask why

Funny how the heart can be deceiving
More than just a couple times
Why do we fall in love so easy?
Even when it's not right

Ever worry that it might be ruined
And does it make you wanna cry?
When you're out there doing what you're doing
Are you just getting by?
Tell me are you just getting by, by, by

Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone's bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn't mean you're gonna die
You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try
You gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try
You gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try

You gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try"

Were you really going to kiss me? Why? Is being friends with another gay boy confusing? Did you just want to try it? I can't let myself think that it might be because you actually like me. I guess some people find me attractive, actually scratch that I know people find me attractive, all it's ever brought me was pain. I'm glad that nobody will look at me and call me beautiful or sexy again because those words would probably make me want to tear off my own skin.

Then you held me and made everything right. Oh Kurt, you are such an angel, how could this cruel world create you.

I'm so sorry about your dads heart Kurt. He's a good man and I hope that he's going to be okay. I can understand how much you love him Kurt. He means a lot to me too with the way that he trusted me to work in the garage. There aren't words to describe what he's done for me. And he trusts me with the thing that's most important to him, you. I'll look after you Kurt.

"You didn't say there'd be no pain

Instead you made me strong.

You didn't say I'd have a voice

but you gave me a song

You didn't promise safety

But you made sure that I lived

I know that there's a reason

That I found you when I did.

Take another breath although

I cannot spot the air

Take that first step even though

I can't make out the stairs

Faith is being sure of thing's that others cannot see.

I believe in you because you believe in me.

Rather walk on water than

skate upon thin ice

Learning what is gained

From selfless sacrifice

Stepping off a cliff

Beneath my feet is sky

But if you cannot catch me

You'll teach me how to fly

I know the moon will pull the tide behind it every night.

I know there's electricity because I spy the light.

Faith is being sure of thing's that others cannot see.

I believe in you because you believe in me.

The fairytale is different

From what I used to dream

The castle's not a castle

Love's never what it seems.

Don't need a happy ending

Just a second start

Won't listen with my mind

Because I'm leading with my heart.

Even when it doesn't shine

I know there will be sun

Can't predict the future

But I know it's going to come,

Faith is being sure of thing's that others cannot see.

I believe in you because you believe in me."

I'm glad your Dad woke up. I don't think I want to try living without him at the moment. You all mean so much to me, but this isn't about me this is about you and what you must be going through at the moment.

You let me hold you yesterday. You told me you're secrets and I thought they were beautiful. You cried and I felt my heart locked in a vice but when you let me take you in my arms it felt as if It was beating with yours right inside your chest. My piece of my heart is always beating inside your chest. You're pain is my pain, you're joy is my joy. Even if it makes me feel dizzy and weak I hope it make's you feel stronger.

Oh Kurt, I love you. It's getting more difficult everyday. You just make it so difficult not to reach out and hold you. To tell you that you mean the world to me.

"Never knew I could feel like this.
Like I've never seen the sky before.
Want to vanish inside your kiss.
Everyday I love you more and more."

"Listen to my heart, do you hear it sing.
It's telling me to give you everything.
Seasons may change winter to spring.
But I love you, until the day I die.

Come what may.
Come what may.
I will love you
Until my dying day."

Are you really mine? I can't believe it but I could never dream something so wonderful happening to me.

Why do you want me? I don't think I'll ever understand how somebody like you could want me. But as you do I am going to be everything you could want from a first boyfriend. I'm selfish but as long as this lasts I am going to look after you. I just hope that I can. I am going to love you forever.

Even though I know it's going to hurt.

When you kiss me I remember what freedom feels like. I remember what being human feels like. And the thing is I know that I'm safe with you. I know that you're not going to touch me anywhere that I don't want to be touched. At first I thought that was everywhere but as you run your hands over the scars on my back as i you're not even aware that they're there I feel as if I'm not ugly anymore.

This book contains so many of my confessions and so many are hard to write but this one is hard for different reasons. Is it embarrassment or shame? There are so many things I can't tell you but most of them are my past and this is present. There are so many things I can't give you but this one hurts. I've had to deal with not being classed as Human now I have to cope with not being a man. I lost so many things and maybe this one shouldn't bother me, I mean even if I could, I couldn't.

Why can't I just come out and say it. You've accepted everything else.

Kurt, I haven't had an erection since I was taken into slavery.

I got into a fight today. It felt good. I find it hard to admit I have this level of anger. But I am, as my feelings open up again as I fall more and more in love with you I find myself having moments of anger and frustration. I like this life I have, I like the support you and your family give me but I am so angry about what I've lost.

That wasn't why I hit him though. He said I wasn't a man. For months I was told there had been a mistake in my birth, that I wasn't actually human. I was something sub-human, that my emotions and my dreams were not actually the same that people have, they were those of an animal. I was guilty because I love men and not women. I could deal with that eventually, not being Human, but this was the first time anybody had said I wasn't a man. And it's true I guess. Because my manly part doesn't work.

There's a place that I know
It's not pretty there and few have ever gone
If I show it to you now
Will it make you run away

Or will you stay
Even if it hurts
Even if I try to push you out
Will you return?
And remind me who I really am
Please remind me who I really am

Everybody's got a dark side
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?
Nobody's a picture perfect
But we're worth it
You know that we're worth it
Will you love me?
Even with my dark side?

Like a diamond
From black dust
It's hard to know
It can become
A few give up
So don't give up on me
Please remind me who I really am

Everybody's got a dark side
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?
Nobody's a picture perfect
But we're worth it
You know that we're worth it
Will you love me?
Even with my dark side?

Don't run away
Don't run away
Just tell me that you will stay
Promise me you will stay
Don't run away
Don't run away
Just promise me you will stay
Promise me you will stay

Will you love me? ohh
Everybody's got a dark side
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?
Nobody's a picture perfect
But we're worth it
You know that we're worth it
Will you love me?
Even with my dark side?

Just have a little patience
I'm still hurting from a love I lost
I'm feeling your frustration
Any minute all the pain will stop

Just hold me close
Inside your arms tonight
Don't be too hard on my emotions
'Cause I need time
My heart is numb, has no feeling
So while I'm still healing
Just try and have a little patience
I really wanna start over again
I know you wanna be my salvation
The one that I can always depend
I'll try to be strong
Believe me I'm trying to move on
It's complicated but understand me
'Cause I need time
My heart is numb, has no feeling
So while I'm still healing
Just try and have a little patience yeah
Have a little patience yeah
'Cause the scars run so deep
It's been hard but I have to believe Have a little patience
Have a little patience
'Cause I, I just need time
My heart is numb, has no feeling
So while I'm still healing
Just try and have a little patience
Have a little patience
My heart is numb, has no feeling
So while I'm still healing
Just try and have a little patience

Why do you love me? The way you touched my body like it was special. Not expecting anything from me. Kurt, I did not know people like you existed. But I am so so glad that you do. You make me want to be the best that I can be. You make me strong.

I'm trying Kurt.

The doctor has found somebody I can talk to. She said she would talk to Burt about paying for it but perhaps he can take the majority of it from my wage. It's going to be so hard to say the things that I've only written here but everybody says that it will help. And I want to be good for you Kurt, I want to give you everything a normal boyfriend would. I want to be with you. I love you Kurt. So so much. I know you say it doesn't matter but one day, one day I hope that you can touch me without me flinching away. I'm trying so hard to just be normal.

I'm going to go to the Councillor. I'm not doing it for you, though I would love to be normal for you Kurt. But I want to be normal for myself. I want to get rid of this anger and I want to be able to feel, well I guess you now what i want to be able to feel. I want to be able to fear something other than fear when you touch me.

It's been so hard to talk to the shrink today, it felt so tiring even though I did not tell her anything that was too awful. I talked of the cell I was kept in and the food that I ate and the time that they didn't feed me for four days. I didn't tell her it was because the first time a guard came down my throat I threw up. It was hard not to. It's getting easier to write these things. If only I had the courage to tell you. To come clean, to let you know just who it is you're taking on.

The man who gives me nightmares, his name is Garrison. He was the head of the wing of the slave center I was in. Though there were some forms of punishments that the trainers were allowed to dish out as head trainer he was the one who had final say on any form that would leave lasting damage. It is due to him that I have those scars on my back. . Though I didn't know it at the time I've figured it out now, I had been sold and he wanted one final time to have fun with me, his favorite. Yes, he was sadistic enough for him tying me to a post and whipping me to be what he classed as fun. Perhaps he was hoping I would scream so that he could say I wasn't ready for sale and he could keep me longer. I guess I'm lucky though, because he was also the one who choose who got burnt alive

He was obsessed with me. He didn't treat the other slaves like me. He ignored most of them, he was above that. But for some reason he picked on me. He beat and raped me the minute I got back from my first master's. he was determined to make me give up, to beat me into submission. I used to believe that he had succeeded but now I know that he didn't. There must have been something left for me to have survived.

One night he just had me brought to him. He tied my ankles together and my arms behind my back. He left me on the floor as he worked. The entire night I was just laid there my arms twisted painfully waiting for him to do something to me but he didn't. He knew how to scare me, how to intimidate me.

There came a time when I gave up. I did Kurt, I no longer struggled when they took me to the room where we'd be restrained. I just let myself be restrained and then restraints were no longer needed. I let myself be raped, and then I started to obey demands. When they told me to suck me off I just did. I could even fake moan or beg for it when they asked for me to. That's the bit that makes me disgusted, that I gave up, that I tried to please those men. You can say it was survival instinct all you like but I still can't stomach knowing what I did.

I remember when I was very little I woke up in the middle of the night. I heard a sobbing noise. I crept downstairs and I saw my mother on the floor grasping at a photo. I walked up to her and I stood over her shoulder and looked at the photo. It was of a baby. I asked who it was and she told me it was my sister. I said I didn't have a sister and she sobbed harder. Then my father came in and he shouted at me and I ran back up to my room because he always frightened me when he shouted.

I only remembered it when I was in middle school. I was sad because my mum had come to one of my concerts and I had rushed up to her hoping for a hug or some word of encouragement, it was the only concert she'd ever come to and I wanted her acceptance and pride. Instead she just told me to say goodbye to my friends and go to the car. That night I sat in my room wondering why it was my mother had never said she was proud of me and always stiffened whenever I hugged her and I remembered. Once I'd had a sister and seeing as she was never mentioned I guess it was before Cooper was born. She must have died. Maybe that's why Mum never connected with me and Cooper, perhaps she was scared of getting close to us and then loosing us. Maybe I'm just making excuses for her. I guess no matter what they do you always want to be loved by your parents.

Thank you for holding me last night. You have no idea what it feels like to wake up in somebody elses arms knowing that you're safe and that you're cared for. I hope I can give you that back one day.

I woke up during the night. You snore and even though your skin is like moonlight I love that you're not perfect.

"I do not snore." Kurt said with a little scoff.

Cooper, I worshiped him when I was a child. He's eight years older than me and he always seemed so cool. I used to watch him gel his hair back as he was getting ready to go on a date. I used to creep into his room when he had left and dip my fingers into the sticky blue gel.

My parents were always shouting at him, I didn't realize he wasn't getting good grades. I could never see my brother as anything less than perfect. And when I went up to middle school and people bad mouthed him because he was pulling shifts at McDonald's to save up money to do a tour with his band I defended him. Then one day I got into a fight because some guy called him a loser. He split my lip and we both got suspended for two weeks. My Dad was more angry than I'd ever seen him. Later that night Coop came to my room and he sat down and asked me what the fight was about. I told him. I remember him looking so sad but then when he looked up at me it was with determination in his eyes.

"I['m going to go back to school and I'm going to get better marks and I'm going to get into university B. I'm going to do it for you because you believe in me don't' you?"

I nodded. And he did, three years later he'd got in to California university ion their music program. He told me that it was all because of me, all because I believed in him when nobody else would.

I wanted to tell him then, like I'd wanted to tell him many times that I was gay. I even started to tell him then I shook my head and said it didn't matter that i was so proud of him and knew he was going to impress everybody at uni.

I think about him all the time. I wonder what my parents told him. I wonder if he's looking for me.

The rest of the pages were blank.

Kurt put the journal down. He got up and went to the bathroom. As he watched his hands he caught his relaxation in the mirror. When had he started crying. He hadn't even noticed. He turned the water on and sat down and let himself sob. After he'd finished he got up and watched his face. He knew what he had to do. He loved Blaine but from his journal Kurt could see that Blaine was completely in love with was good as he was completely in love with Blaine but Blaine seemed to almost see him as faultless. He needed more people in his life. And he knew who he needed. It was almost summer so he needed to do it now. How was the question.

He walked to Blaine's bedroom and looked in. Doctor Sandra was still there sat in the chair. Two more had been brought up from the kitchen, one was empty but Carol was sat in one. Kurt walked up to the bed and looked down at his boyfriend, he was still pale and sweaty with a wet flannel on his forehead. Kurt looked down and saw the red angry patch surrounding the newly stitched up wound. Thing's had changed, he knew all Blaine's secrets, he'd known the worst thing he had been through in his life, who he was before all of it had happened. And he knew how much he loved him and how wonderful all those songs he had written were. But that didn't change how he saw his strong beautiful talented boyfriend. He was still the same boy, he was a survivor but that wasn't his entire identity.

He bent down and kissed him on his lips feeling the softness of his breath against him. Then he turned to look at Sandra.

"If he makes it through tonight then he should make a full recovery."

Kurt nodded. He could not imagine Blaine not making it through the night. He just could not believe that was possible. Not after everything that he had been through.

He went into his bedroom and turned on the laptop. Thirty minutes later he had all the information he needed. He got the phone and typed in the number.

"California university housing department."

"Hello, I don't know if I've got the right number but I need to get hold of one of your students and his phone isn't on or I have the wrong number or something."

"I'm afraid we can't give you any information concerning a student."

"I know, but please can you help me in some way. His brother is very sick." Kurt took a deep breath, he knew what he needed to say but it literally hurt to say it. "They say he may not last the night and I know he wants his brother here."

There was silence on the other end.

"Who are you calling for?"

"Cooper Anderson."

"And who are you?"

"I'm his brothers friend, his brother's been living with me."

"Well I still can't give out his phone number."

Kurt closed his eyes and tried to think of another way to get what he wanted.

"But I am going to see if I he's in his dorm room and bring him to the office. If you just hold the line."

"Yes, thank you." Kurt said with a rush of gratefulness.

He sat on the phone listening to classical music repeat itself every three minute. He watched the clock moving, it took half an hour until the phone was answered by a gruff voice.

"Who is this?"

"Kurt Hummel, I'm calling because Blaine..."

"How dare you!"

Kurt froze. With everything that had been happening he hadn't stopped to think about what contacting a member of Blaine's family might mean. What if he immediately called Blaine's parents and they came to get him.
"My brothers dead."
Kurt took a deep breath, there was still hope.

"No, he's not. He's living with me in Ohio. I know this is hard for you to believe, I know your father has told you that Blaine was dead but he's not. He's here with me and he's very ill. He wants you."

"Put him on the phone then."

"I can't, he's unconscious."

"Really, I'm calling the police I can't believe this. My brother is dead, do you know how much it hurt. We couldn't even have a funeral."

"Wait! Stay on the line."

"Why?"

"Because I know you want to believe that your brother is alive and I have proof."

Kurt put the phone down hoping that Cooper would still be on the line in a few moments. He ran up the stairs and into Blaine's room.

"Kurt?" Carol asked standing up but he didn't pay any notice of her as he grabbed open Blaine's bedside draw and searched through it for the C.D. that he knew he'd recorded the week previously. It wasn't in their but there were tapes with dates on, Kurt didn't know what they were but he hoped that they were Blaine singing. He rushed downstairs followed by Carol who was watching him with concern and grabbed the phone.

"Are you still there?"

"yes, I don't know why."

"Wait." Kurt ran to the old hifi system in the living room and put the tap n he slammed it shut and pressed play. His breath caught as there was no music but then he heard a voice he didn't recognize and finally Blaine's voice answering. He put the phone up to the speaker.

They were Blaine's counseling sessions, they had been recorded and Kurt was now listening to was so wrong but if it worked...

Kurt put the phone to his ear again.

"That's my brother." The voice was tense. "Where did you get that?"

"He's bedside cabinet. I can also tell you that the two of you used to sing Rio together and you pretended to be Irish the last time you went to dinner together."

"How do you know all this?"

"Because your brother is alive, he told me, how else would I know."

"I.. I don't know."

"You believe me."

"No, I.. I can't believe it."

"You said there was no body, and you have questions about the circumstance right, how did they tell you it had happened?"

"There was a car accident just after Mum and Dad split. Blaine drove his car off a bridge but they never found the body."

"That's because Blaine is sound asleep in his room upstairs right now."

"I.. why? Why would he do this?"

"Will you come?"

"I... alright." The voice on the other line was unsure and shocked but Kurt believed that he would. "What's the address."

"I'm going to pick you up from Columbus international. Don't tell your parents whatever you do."

"Why wouldn't I tell my parents that their son might be alive?"

"Why do you think your brothers alive when your parents told you, told everybody that he's dead?"

There was a silence on the other end.

"I don't know what you're insinuating Mr."

"Your Dad is so against gay men."

There was a gaps on the other end.

"He found out?"

"You knew?"

"Blaine never talked about it but yeah I knew, I sometimes thought he wanted to tell me but he backed out. Wait, how do you know?"

"Cooper, I'm your brothers boyfriend."

There was silence on the other end.

"I'll get the first flight."

Kurt almost let out a sob, he'd done 'd found Blaine's brother and convinced him to come see him. Now when Blaine woke up he'd have a member of his family with him. He just hoped he'd done the right thing. He just hoped that Cooper Anderson loved his brother enough to go against his parents and accept his brothers past.

"Thank you. Thank you."

"I'll be seeing you soon, and if this is some kind of trick I swear you're going to wish you'd never pulled it.

"It's not."

He put the phone down and turned to see Carol stood looking at him wide eyed.

"What was that?"

"Blaine's brothers coming to visit."

She was silent for a long moment before shaking her head.

"Oh Kurt Honey, you've just opened up a whole can of worms that shouldn't have been opened."

"No, it's going to be alright. Blaine loves his brother and wants to see him."

"And tell him what? That the reason he hasn't seen his brother for almost a year is that his own parents sold him into slavery? Because his gay? What i he's like them Kurt, what if he agrees with what they did?"

"He doesn't."

"How do you know?"

"Because he knew Blaine was gay all along and he never told them."

He took a deep breath.

"Oh Kurt, he's not going to believe his parents were capable of that. Who would believe that there parents were capable of that?"

"He grew up with them and from what I know Blaine's not the only one who had problems with his father. Blaine's ill and he told me he wants to see his brother, he told me a week ago. What was I supposed to do now that.."

He wasn't going to say that now it might be his last chance to say goodbye. But the thought stopped in his mind, that was why he was doing this, wasn't it? Because a small part of him however much he wanted to deny it knew that there was a possibility Blaine would not last the night. Carole must have seen something pass over his face because she was next to him hugging him in seconds.