A/N: Hey guys, so this is one of the few new things I actually did write. I've had this written for a little while, but wanted to have something else before I posted it. That's partly why it took so long. But that didn't really work... so, here is the next part of Dare You to Move. You may have to go back to the alst chapter to recall what was happening. I would write a little something to clue you in, but I don't really remember either, and it's late here. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own To Save a Life, Dare You to Move by Switchfoot, or any of the characters you recognize.

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Silverware scraped across plates, the silence biting at Blaine after his discovery. He had to ask, but how does one just bring up a subject like that? "Hey Mom and Dad, I was snooping in the attic, and I found an obituary for this kid that was my age and a bunch of pictures of us together? Who the heck is he?" No. That wouldn't go over well. Maybe straightforward would be best. Maybe he just shouldn't bring it up at all. But if he didn't, the curiosity might just kill him. This was real life. It may feel like some sort of movie or spy TV show, but obviously something had gone down with this family, and their past together. Why had Kurt died? Who was Kurt Hummel?

"Excuse me?" Blaine heard his dad say. Blaine jerked his head around sharply. Had he said that last part out loud? Well, no time better than the present.

"I said, who was Kurt Hummel?" Blaine made direct eye contact with his father, knowing that he was more inclined to answer that way. But the fury in his father's eyes was unmistakable. Blaine watched as his knuckles turned white and he gripped the edge of the table. Blaine's mother had gone quiet as well, her gaze stuck on the patterned tiles of the floor.

"Where did you hear that name?" Blaine's father finally muttered. Blaine tried to think fast.

"I…I had to do some research online and the name popped up. He used to live in our town. Did you know his family?" Blaine was thankful that he had taken so many acting classes and been in so many school musicals. It was helping him to keep a straight face now instead of blushing as he lied. Blaine's mom still hadn't looked up from the floor, but Blaine could see the way she held the crumpled napkin in her hands, her knuckles close to white.

"We saw them in passing in town. Didn't know them very well, not well enough to attend the funeral obviously. But it was years ago. It's over and done with. Don't bring it up again William." Blaine sighed. His father's answer had been nothing short of evasive. Blaine, having seen the pictures, knew that he had been lying, but felt powerless. He knew the punishment for defiance. He knew what would happen if Blaine tried to ask again. He knew- Blaine felt the breeze as the chair beside him pushed back and his mom stood. Blaine whipped his head up and saw his mother quickly leave the table, excusing herself. But not before Blaine saw her red rimmed, tear filled eyes. Yes, his mother remembered. But how to get her to admit the truth? Blaine was clueless. The rest of the dinner between Blaine and his father continued in silence, no other words being spoken.

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Blaine's questioning had affected the whole family in different ways. After dinner, Blaine had snuck upstairs to grab the box from the chest and take it to his room, where he sat on his bed and sorted through everything. He put the pictures in date order and all the papers in a different pile. Blaine curled up with his pillows and leafed through them. Nothing made sense. Why did he have no memory of this Kurt? Had they gone to school together? Blaine cursed himself. He had done such a good job of blocking out every memory of his old life, the life where he was too scared to admit to anyone who he really was, that he could barely remember anyone other than Jacob and Harrison, and none of those memories were happy ones.

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After the questioning, Blaine's father had slipped upstairs to his office, where he locked the door and sank down into his leather chair. He knew that Blaine was a curious one. He had always been that way, but this was one thing Darryl was determined to keep from him. There was too much at risk. It was hard enough at his work having everyone know he had a gay son, but knowing that his family used to be best friends with another family that had another gay child? No. And that the gay child was dead? Certainly not. That was one of the bonuses of moving he supposed. No one knew their past. No one here knew the town where they came from. It was better that way. Blaine was never supposed to find out the truth. Curse his wife for wanting to keep memories. Blaine's father stood and stepped over to the closet, where he pulled out a bottle of wine and a glass. Taking a large gulp, Darryl stepped back over and sat on the window ledge, staring out at the night sky. When had life begun to hold so many secrets?

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Blaine's mother was crying. She was clutching an old picture tight in her hands and she was sobbing. She missed Liz. Missed her with every breath she took. When you are best friends with someone for so long, when you raise your children together, when you have cookouts and birthday parties and movie nights, you become a part of one another. The move had forced Heather to sacrifice so much. The house where they had raised their kids, a great job, but none hurt worse than the loss of her best friend. Heather stroked the faces in the picture. Little Kurt. Sweet little Kurt. Heather and Liz had known he was gay, they had talked about it. They talked about the possibility of Blaine being gay too, just because that would make sense. So why had she followed her husband's example and shunned both boys when they admitted it to them, first Kurt then Blaine. Heather remembered the look on Liz's face when she had told her that they could no longer talk in public. Liz had looked so hurt, so broken. After a rough bout with cancer, her hair wasn't quite back yet. Her eyes held the same childlike innocence that they had held since the girls were in high school. But she was still Liz. Heather hated Darryl for making her do this. But she was powerless to change his mind. It wasn't good for him if he wanted to move up the social ladder and eventually get a promotion that could mean great things for him. Liz would understand, right? Heather could not have been more wrong. She grew angry, and upset, and yelled. Why couldn't Heather see Kurt the way she saw him? Why did it make such a big difference? Well, if that's the way you really want it to be, then I guess that that's the way it will be. I'm sorry that it's come to this. Maybe one day when you're confronted with it then you'll understand. He is no different than he was the day before he told us. Then Liz had stood, kissed Heather's cheek, and took Kurt home. That was the last time Heather ever spoke to her. Lima wasn't a huge town. They saw each other in passing picking the boys up from school, or in the grocery store. Heather heard from mutual friends that Liz's cancer had come back, and had cried that day, wondering who would be there to hold her best friend's hand through it this time now that she wasn't. Heather kept up with the family. The day she heard of Kurt's death was one of the hardest of her life. She wanted to hold her best friend, wanted to hug Burt and tell him how sorry she was. She knew exactly how he had died, and how it had come to be, and Heather hated herself for it, because she was no different than the kids who bullied him. But still Heather couldn't bring herself to go back for the funeral. Blaine had been young when the boys had parted ways, and he hadn't spoken of his old friend in so long he had probably forgotten, so Heather didn't tell him. It would open up unneeded questions as to why they weren't friends anymore, and Heather couldn't really answer that. But here they were now, and Blaine was so close to finding out the truth that Heather felt the tears begin to fall again. She had never wanted to have this conversation with him. She had never wanted to remember the events that led to the split. But here it was, and it was coming at a full force.

All three family members were broken in different ways. Darryl was the wedge that broke them, Heather was the piece that seemed lost, but it was Blaine who was trying to put everything back together. You can only avoid the past for so long, until it arises and comes back with full force. The Anderson's had just received their wake up call.

So, there's that. Is it beginning to look any clearer? I hope so. A lot more is filled in these next few chapters. As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts. let's just keep it classy guys. No outright bashing. If you don't like something, let me know. If you love it, let me know. If this reminds you of a time in your life, and you'd like to share your story with me, I'd love to hear it. Love you guys!

Always Remember to Smile!

Olivia