Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Nor KT Tunstall's Heal Over, which the title is taken from.
A/N: It's short. Sorry.
Blaine spends one more night at the Hummel-Hudson home while Eddie and Meryl Evans prepare a room for him at their house. Carole cooks a large supper, which Finn consumes a large amount of greedily. Burt asks him if he'd like to watch the Buckeyes game they'd taped from a while ago with him and Finn, but Blaine shakes his head, remembering that the last time he'd watched a football game was with his father. He and Kurt instead retreat to Kurt's bedroom, fully prepared to watch a movie before going to bed.
"What movie did you pick?" Blaine asks, and Kurt holds out a few VHS tapes for Blaine to look over.
"I figured that Disney movies would be appropriate." Blaine looks through them. The Little Mermaid, Alice in Wonderland, Beauty and the Beast, and Aladdin. Blaine thinks for a little while before holding The Little Mermaid out to Kurt. He smiles and takes it, sliding the tape into the VCR before gesturing to Blaine to join him on the bed.
"This was my mom's favorite Disney movie, you know," Kurt says off-handedly while Blaine crawls up to rest in between his legs with his back to Kurt's chest. Blaine silently takes Kurt's hand and holds it tight.
"Tell me about her." Blaine commands quietly while the movie begins.
Ten minutes later finds them laying on the floor of Burt and Carole's bedroom, the drawers of an old, paint-chipped dresser open in front of them. They talk quietly, as if speaking any louder would damage the moment.
"We would always cry while watching Bambi together. I still can't watch it without bawling." Kurt confesses. Blaine smiles at him, scooting over the carpeted floor to get closer. They end up in the same position they were in while in Kurt's bedroom, with Kurt leaning against his father and stepmother's bed. They face the wall, staring at that old dresser, each lost in their own personal memories for a while.
Blaine breaks the silence. "My mom would always call Danny and I her kaibig-ibig boys. She wanted us to learn Tagalog, but Danny and I never understood it."
Kurt swallows. "Her favorite band was The Beatles, and 'Blackbird' was always her favorite song."
This one stabs Blaine in the heart the deepest, knowing that the sadness in Kurt's performance wasn't just mourning for his dead bird, it was mourning for his dead mother as well. He really regrets that comment he made at Pavarotti's funeral about Kurt's mom. He clears his throat before speaking quietly,
"I told my mom first. We were making dinner together and she asked me about school and I told her another boy shoved me into a locker and she said that she just didn't understand why people picked on such a fine boy as myself. So I told her. She just… kissed me on the forehead and said, "That's wonderful baby, can you pass me the salt, please?" and I broke down crying in the middle of the kitchen."
"If you don't mind my asking, but how did Danny react?" Kurt's voice is soft and velvety in the dark room. Blaine chokes a little, and Kurt backpedals, knowing that it probably wasn't good. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked—"
"No, no, he was completely alright with it." Blaine assures his boyfriend, smiling when he feels Kurt kiss the back of his neck. "I told him one night when we were playing videogames in his room. I just asked him if he was okay with it and he paused the game to stare at me long and hard. His eyes were darker than mom's or my own, something he inherited from my father. He stared at me with those dark eyes for a few moments before laughing and slugging me in the shoulder, saying, "Dude, you shoulda seen your face! I don't give a shit, as long as you only date dudes that I approve. Now, no more talking. I'm gonna vaporize your ass if I have to pause this damn game again." I nearly had a heart attack."
Kurt can feel that talking about his brother has made Blaine happy, so he asks a few more questions.
"How much older was he?"
"Two years. I was fifteen when he died. He was supposed to be a junior when we transferred. He bitched and moaned to my dad for three days about leaving his school when he was just starting to get popular, but stopped complaining when mom explained why." Kurt smiles again, squeezing Blaine against his chest tighter.
"Tell me about him." Kurt repeats Blaine's words from earlier, wanting to know all about Daniel Anderson, Blaine's older-by-two-years brother.
"He was a sports guy; he played baseball, football, and he was on the golf team. He loved to play tennis with his friends, mainly because he had a killer serve. He was popular at our old school, and the guys at Dalton loved him. I tried to convince him to join the Warblers, but he was more of a shower-singer."
"I want to know the real Danny." Kurt speaks, and Blaine lets his tears slip down at those words. Because yeah, he is telling Kurt things about his brother, but he isn't telling everything.
"He played the guitar and taught me everything. He collected Pokémon cards until he was twelve. He wore plaid, Kurt, plaid on casual days at Dalton. He drank orange juice like it was his job," Blaine's voice is getting heavier with every sentence, and Kurt knows he's going to break down at some point. "He was amazing at Halo, but couldn't play Pong to save his life. He was a terrible driver, he hadn't been on a bike since he was seven, he carried a black Sharpie with him everywhere he went, and he wanted—" Blaine bursts into tears at this point, turning into Kurt's chest and sobbing out the next words, "He wanted to go to Ohio State college and play for the Buckeyes."
Burt and Carole enter their bedroom at around eleven that night, seeing two very haggard-looking teenagers propped up against the bed, asleep. The dried tear-tracks are prominent on their cheeks, and Carole's heart breaks a little bit more for Blaine Anderson.
"I'll handle this." Burt whispers, crossing the room and closing the drawers of the dresser.
"Are you going to wake them up?" Carole asks, watching as Burt studies the boys carefully. "I can tell Finn to carry them one at a time to Kurt's room." Burt waves his hand at her.
"I don't trust that kid with the microwave; I ain't trusting him with carrying two kids." Burt lightly shakes Kurt's shoulder, and the pale boy's eyes flutter open.
"Dad?" Kurt's scratchy voice asks, and Burt nods.
"You fell asleep, kid. Again." Kurt smiles fondly, his eyes closing again. "Do you need help getting to bed this time?" Kurt shakes his head, his bright eyes hazy with sleep as he opens them slower this time.
"Dad, the last time I fell asleep in here was when I was nine. I highly doubt you can carry me to bed anymore." Even while half-asleep, Kurt's sassiness shines. Carole laughs quietly. "Just let me wake Blaine up."
He whispers something unintelligible in the boy's ear, and Blaine stirs a little.
"Five 'ore minutes," Blaine drawls, and Burt snorts.
"Blaine, I will push you onto the floor." Kurt says steely, and Blaine smiles to himself, though Kurt doesn't see it. He waits for a few moments before doing just that, pushing Blaine off of his chest and letting the boy hit the floor with a muffled thump.
"You suck." Blaine speaks into the pale carpet, pushing himself up and off the floor with heavy limbs. He holds out a hand for Kurt to take, hauling the taller boy to his feet. Kurt kisses his dad on the cheek and his dad claps Blaine on the shoulder. Carole hugs both of them quickly as they leave the room.
"'Night, dad. 'Night, Carole." Kurt says over his shoulder, padding down the hall to his room.
"Goodnight, Burt; Carole." Blaine says with as much politeness as he can muster while still remaining half-asleep. Finn pokes his head out from the hall bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth and toothpaste smeared virtually all over his face.
"You guys going to bed?" He asks, and Kurt manages to roll his eyes.
"Nope. We're going out." He says sarcastically, and Finn frowns in confusion.
"Seriously? Where?" Blaine lets out a little giggle at Finn's confused question, closing his eyes and leaning into the crook of Kurt's neck.
"Goodnight, Finn," The tall boy shrugs before disappearing back into the bathroom. Kurt and Blaine amble into Kurt's bedroom, leaving the door open a crack. Blaine face-plants into the bed, cuddling the pillow under his head.
"Blaine, go put on some pajamas." Kurt commands tiredly, already pulling on some old flannel (flannel!) pants and switching his designer button-down for a comfy t-shirt.
"Too tired." Blaine whines, but with his face in the pillow it's barely understandable.
"I don't care. You're not wearing a perfectly good shirt to bed. I am not ironing the wrinkles out of that mother." Blaine groans, but pulls himself up long enough to strip out of the shirt and his jeans, throwing on the pajama pants that Kurt throws at him. He turns back around and sprawls across the bed, and Kurt smiles at how adorable Blaine is when he's tired.
Kurt crawls into the bed, tucking the covers around himself and Blaine, curling into Blaine's side as he flips from his stomach to his back. Blaine lays his head on Kurt's chest, intertwining their fingers once again. Kurt cards his fingers through Blaine's curly hair, the older boy mumbling in comfort. The pale boy hums a few bars of Blackbird, and Blaine's hand squeezes just a little tighter, the arm that he has wrapped around Kurt's waist pulling him just a little closer.
"I love you." Kurt mumbles into Blaine's hair, and Blaine shifts to look him in the eyes, even though the dark room makes it a little difficult.
"I love you, too."
"Dudes!" Finn's unusually chipper voice wakes Blaine up, his head flying off of Kurt's chest. "Wake up!" Kurt shifts, turning his back at his step-brother. "Mom's making pancakes!" Kurt mumbles something. "What?"
"With fresh strawberries?" He says a little louder, and Finn smiles even brighter.
"Of course, dude." With that, Kurt practically leaps out of bed, tangling in the covers and nearly face-planting the floor. Blaine is a little slower, taking the time to actually take off the blankets before standing. Finn's already left, his lumbering steps on the stairway almost shaking the whole house. Kurt smoothes down his bed-head, smiling shyly at Blaine.
"Hey," He says quietly.
"Hi." Blaine answers, scratching the back of his neck, successfully ruffling his hair in the process.
"Your bed-head is adorable." Kurt speaks, and Blaine laughs before pointing at Kurt's own messed-up hair.
"Yours is better." Kurt glares playfully, attempting to smooth it down a little better. Blaine laughs again, pecking his boyfriend on the lips before staring into his eyes. "I love you, you know?" Kurt's eyes flick away from Blaine's to the closeness of his lips before flicking back.
"You know that I love you back, right?" Kurt answers with a question; Blaine smiles, kissing Kurt's nose before pulling back quickly with a playful in his caramel eyes.
"Last one downstairs is a rotten egg!" He shouts, turning and sprinting out of the room and down the stairs with a speed Kurt can't possibly match.
"Cheater!" Kurt yells back before laughing and following his boyfriend.
They all ignore the fact that later today Blaine moves in with his aunt's family; that he won't be a permanent fixture here anymore. Winter break ends in two weeks, with Christmas in three days. They all ignore that they have a boy with them that won't be celebrating Christmas with his family for probably the first time in his entire life. They don't know that Blaine considers them his family, that he has ever since they opened that door to him that night. Everyone is sad for Blaine to be leaving them, but they know he won't be gone for long. He may live at the Evan's home, but he really lives at the Hummel-Hudson residence with Burt, Carole, Finn and-most importantly, Kurt.
Everything's going to change now.
(But not really.)
The End.
A/N: This is the last chapter of this story, but I'm thinking of doing a sequel if you wonderful people would be interested! :D It's gonna be a lot lighter, dwelling on the happiness that comes with living with the Evans and attending McKinley with all of our favorite Glee members!
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