I'm Tired Now. But Imma Soldier On..For Kurt And Blaine's Sake. I Loathe Editing. But For The Love OF Klaine...The Show Must Roll On... Oh...And I Love you!

Chapter Eight

'A Lot Of Explaining'

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A Brand New Day

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Kurt and Blaine headed back to Lima the very next day. Although they were both exhausted from the travels and troubles. Their battle was not over yet.

Standing on the front porch of the 'Hudmels' home, was none other than Burt, with arms crossed, and a scowl on his face, as the newly married, 'Hummel-Anderson's' pulled into the drive.

Kurt took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, Blaine nervously held back. Oh fuck.

"Hi, Dad." Kurt greeted his father, attempting to sound casual, but failing miserably.

"Don't you 'Dad' me, care to explain where you two vanished to?" Burt grumbled, clearly pissed still.

"Uh-" Kurt stammered. When Burt went to look down at his shoes, and noticed something shining in the sunlight, on his sons left hand, he interjected. "Blaine Anderson get your ass out of that car right now and explain to me what this-" He held up Kurt's left hand, where a small gold band was sitting on his finger, "-Means!"

Blaine jumped out of the car as Burt ordered, and sombered up to Burt.
There was an awkward silence as Burt started to tap his foot impatiently.

Well, I can't tell him the truth, but I can't lie to him, he's my father-in-law now, oh fuck. Blaine thought to himself.

Burt cleared his throat, and Blaine started.

"With all respect sir, if I tried to explain, I'm fairly certain you wouldn't believe me-"
"Us" Kurt added, stepping away from his fathers side, to stand with Blaine.

"Both of you get inside right now, Blaine your parents are on their way-" Gulp. "And you two will tell us, everything."

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As promised, the Anderson's pulled up less than five minutes later and all but rushed indoors.
"Blaine Everett Anderson!" Priscilla exclaimed as she entered the lounge where everyone was seated.

"I believe that would now be, Blaine Everett Anderson-Hummel, after their little trip." Burt grumbled.

"What!" Hugh gasped, as Priscilla fainted, and hit the ground with a light thud before anyone had the chance to react.

Finn and Carole came running into the room to see what all of the commotion was about.

As Priscilla came around once more, Burt gestured for everyone to take a seat in the living room, where the two families could talk about the situation.

"Blaine, son, we want you to know we aren't mad at you for your choices, and son we love Kurt also. But don't you think that was a little stupid, you two are far too young to marry. Your mother has been dreaming of her only child's wedding your whole life, and to take this away from her-" Hugh spoke in a soft calm matter when Kurt cut in.

"Hugh, with all respect, if we tried to explain, you all would think we were insane. Also, Blaine and I, plan on re-doing the whole ceremony in a years time, this time, properly." Kurt turned to Blaine and gazed lovingly at him.

"Look, son," Burt spoke, "I don't know what happened, or how Blaine can all of a sudden speak again, but you need to tell us."

Kurt and Blaine locked eyes.
They were both thinking the same thing. Blaine's hazel eyes were starting to tear up, and Kurt didn't want him to suffer any longer.

"Blaine, tell them. Even if they don't believe us, at least you can say we tried."

Everyone turned their attention to Blaine, who took in a deep breath of air.

"Well, I guess I'll start from the beginning. And please, you might not believe me, but this is what happened. Please don't interrupt, this is hard for us." Blaine took Kurt's hand and held onto it tightly as if it were a life-line.

"As far as I'm concerned, I did die, on the way to Kurt's last week. I watched you all plan my funeral, and mourn, with my guardian, in, I guess you could call it heaven, but to me, it was more a safe place, kind of like a hospital, but much cleaner-" Kurt cut in, "Blaine, you're rambling,"

"Sorry, anyways, I met a guy, who said that, he could bring me back to life, but I couldn't stay alive, unless I married my true love." Tears started rolling down Kurt's cheeks.

"But I had to trade my voice for three days on earth."

Everyone stared at the couple as they sat either side of each other, hand held tightly.

When Finn piped up. "Isn't that uh-the story line to 'The Little Mermaid'?"

There was a murmur of agreement. "Blaine, you don't have to lie to us and make up a story to marry Kurt, we knew it was eventually inevitable, but to fake your own death!" Hugh exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in for dramatic affect.

"I'm not lying." Blaine stated firmly.

"Blaine dear, we know you're not well, maybe you should rest, hmm?" Carole offered.

"No, I'm fine." Blaine muttered.

"Kurt, you believe this?" Burt addressed his son, looking at him with a disbelieving gaze.

"I do, I believe every word. And if you don't mind, Blaine and I are tired, and we are going to bed now." Kurt stood up, and pulled Blaine to his feet. As they reached the living room door, Burt shouted "No funny business Blaine, husband or not, he is still my son!"

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After a nice long shower, and they tidied up Kurt's room, which Blaine trashed before they left, and they finally got to bed.

Kurt slipped under the covers and pulled Blaine close. "They don't have to believe you Blaine, I do, and thats all that matters." Kurt whispered. Blaine smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Now let's get some sleep, my beautiful husband."

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The Anderson's and The 'Hudmels' talked downstairs while Kurt and Blaine tided up the basement.

Priscilla and Hugh sat side by side on one sofa, Carole and Burt on another. Finn had left to play video games in boredom, and the serious conversation was about to commence.

"You don't believe him, do you?" Carole asked Burt. Burt shook his head.

"I don't understand, it's not like Blaine to lie and act like this. In fact I can't recall Blaine lying, ever." Priscilla started to sob again, Hugh pulled her into a comforting hug, and rubbed circles on her back.

"Well if none of us believe Blaine, and his behavior is out of character, what do we do?" Carole asked the room.

There was silence in the room other than Priscilla's sobbing, as everyone thought of an answer.

Burt spoke first. "We get him mentally assessed."

"What!" Hugh roared, in rage, "You think our boy is insane, what about Kurt? Don't you think it's odd that he believes him?"

"Clearly under Blaine's influence!"

"Blasphemy!"

"Hugh! Burt! Calm down, you'll wake the boys!" Priscilla squawked.

"Hugh is right Burt, this isn't like Kurt either, maybe we should get them both checked. To be safe." Carole told Burt, and Burt let out a small sigh.

"You're right. I'll have them checked out tomorrow, for now they rest."

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Priscilla Is Named After One Of My Closes Friends...My Porcelain Doll. We Watch Supernatural Together, Because She Doesn't Talk The Whole way Through The Episode. She's Good Like That.

Oh Jaydee. You Have A Pet Son Pot Plant And A Doll For A Friend. Yup. I'm Cool. Not Really.

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Jaydee