Two weeks later it was raining like there was no tomorrow. But Kurt didn't mind rain. As long as he was inside, that was. He wouldn't want to risk getting his hair wet. So not he was bundled up in his room and on his bed, looking at the latest issue of Vogue.

Pulling the sheets higher, he reached over to grab the cup of cocoa he had made himself. Burt was out with Carole to have dinner and Finn was at Rachel's, doing whatever, he wasn't really interested in that.

Just as he put the cup back, the phone rang. Grabbing it eagerly, he hoped it was Mercedes, he had just found the most amazing jacket and needed to tell her about it. "Hello?" he asked happily, flipping another page.

"Mr. – Mr. Hummel?" the voice on the other end asked.

"No." Kurt laughed slightly; normally he was mistaken for his mom if someone called. But for a fact, that caller didn't sound much older than himself. "It's his son. Who's there?"

"Oh." There was a longer pause and Kurt looked at the phone, looking if the person had hung up, but he hadn't. "This is Blaine. I- Well your dad gave me your number and – never mind. I'm sorry for bothering you." He sighed.

Blaine. Blaine. Something was ringing in his head when he heard that name. He felt like it had been mentioned before…

Oh gosh, of course! His dad had talked about him a few weeks ago and told him he had given him his number for emergencies. And now he was calling. In the blink of an eye, he sat up straight in his bed.

"No, hold on. What's wrong?" he asked. His dad had also told him how broken the boy had looked and how he had tried to hide his wrist. If something was off, Kurt wanted to help.

"It's just – crap." Kurt frowned as he heard something in the background that sounded like a car and water and –

"Oh god, are you outside?"

"Yeah…"

"What happened?"

"My parents kicked me out." He explained drily, no hint of emotion in his voice. Kurt knew he himself got like hat when he was too upset for words and even too upset to cry.

He tried to wrap his mind around what he as hearing and after a few seconds, another sound of a car and splashing water was heard through the phone which brought him back to reality. "Where are you?" he asked simply.

"I… I don't know. On some street."

"What do you see?"

"There… there's a football field, I think."

Kurt nodded slowly and thought. "Oh, there's one at the school. I know where you are. Stay put, I'll come pick you up." He promised and hung up. So he scrambled out of bed, threw a pair of jeans on over his pyjama pants and a jacket over his shirt. Before leaving, he took a blanket from the couch, grabbed a key and ran outside.

It was still pouring as he reached the car and he was more than glad he had taken a jacket, otherwise he would be wet to his bones by now. He hopped into his car and hurried down the streets, though due to all the water, he couldn't drive quite as fast as he wanted to.

When he finally reached the school, he drove to the corner of the street from where he knew the football field was visible. Looking around, he finally spotted a figure at the side of the road a few meters down from where he was and manoeuvred his car there, pulling to a stop right next to him. It had to be him, who else would stand in the pouring rain if he had a choice?

So he jumped out of the car, the vague figure slowly getting clearer – and his breath hitching. The boy looked absolutely miserable. Not that he was bad looking, god no, he was anything but. But Kurt couldn't let himself go there and honestly, didn't even want to right now.

The point was, his black curly were dripping wet and sticking to his head, the suitcase he was leaning against obviously had been splashed by passing cars a couple of times and he himself was shivering in his soaking wet clothes. Kurt realized he was just standing there in the rain as well after a few moments and quickly stepped closer.

"Blaine?"

"Kurt?"

So it was him, it was always good to make sure, he guessed.

"Get in the car!" he ordered and grabbed his suitcase. They could talk when they were somewhere where they wouldn't both get sick for sure. Preferably his house. So he grabbed his suitcase and dragged it off towards his car, motioning for the passenger's side with one hand as he threw the case into the trunk. It wasn't heavy at all, in fact it was way too light, but they could talk about that later.

When Kurt got back into the car, Blaine was on his seat already, still shivering. That was when he remembered he had brought a blanket for this exact reason. So he leaned back and grabbed it from the backseat. "Here," he muttered as he draped it around his trembling shoulders. The other boy nodded thankfully and pulled it tighter around himself.

His eyes looked kind of puffy, but not like he had been crying, rather like he had tried not to for a long time. Kurt had no idea what to say. So he started driving. The drive wasn't long but it felt like ages because it was filled with a silence when neither of them knew how to start the conversation that obviously had to be held.

When they arrived, Kurt got out of the car first and went to grab the suitcase before he led Blaine inside. Dropping the case to the ground right inside, he finally stopped to really look at them once they were out of the rain. He really was dripping and looked like he was about to freeze to death. "Did you bring pyjamas? Or anything to sleep in?" he asked, eyeing is tiny suitcase.

"…No. They- I- and then-" he stuttered but broke off, sighing and rubbing a hand over his face. Kurt carefully reached out to place a hand on his arm. He usually wasn't touchy-feely at all, but he certainly looked like he needed some comfort. "That's okay, I'll lend you some of my stuff." Of course not any designer pieces though.

So he raced up the stairs, ripped some drawers open and returned downstairs with a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt in no time. "Alright, you get out of those wet clothes and I set up a few things and we talk when you're done, okay?" he asked shyly. He didn't really know how to deal with that, part of him wanted his dad home. Or even Finn, he felt like he would envelop him in a bug, brotherly hug and tell him everything would be alright. Kurt wasn't the type for that.

But Blaine nodded and trotted of into the direction where Kurt had pointed out the bathroom was. While he was gone, Kurt slipped off his jeans and jacket again. Normally, he wouldn't let anyone – maybe Mercedes and Rachel but even that was doubtful – see him like that, but he didn't have enough time to change right now. Besides, he highly doubted Blaine was in the condition to really pay attention to how he looked anyways.

So Kurt grabbed a dry blanket and the phone and walked over to the couch, settling down and waiting. In the meanwhile, he called his dad's cell phone and left him a message about the whole situation. After a few minutes, Blaine returned. His clothes were a little big on him – no, Kurt would not think he looked cute because of that right now – but they were alright. He softly patted the spot next to him and watched as Blaine dropped down there.

Another long moment of silence followed before Kurt decided to speak again. "Would… would you mind telling me what happened? I know you don't know me and if you don't want to, that's alright, I just –" he trailed off, waving his hands around.

Blaine nodded and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the back of the couch. "My dad… he's not exactly the most accepting guy. About… my sexual orientation." He started quietly. It was the first time he really told anyone about this.

"We've had problems with that for a long time, it started to get worse a year ago. Then today…" he swallowed thickly and pressed his eyes shut harder. "I was going to go to dinner with a friend. The only other gay boy I know. And my dad went crazy about it again. I kept telling him it's only a friendly thing but he didn't really believe me. And then I made the mistake to…" he coughed awkwardly and Kurt raised his eyebrows.

"I kind of told him that – I may have used different words and phrases – if I wanted to sleep with a guy, I'd do that and not ask for his permission. And he- he just, god I have never seen him this way. He-" he broke of and bit his lip, but a chocked sob still escaped his lips.

So maybe Kurt was that type after all because he couldn't just sit around and watched the boy cry. It seemed like he had held it back for so long, hadn't wanted his parents to have the victory and see him like that but now the walls were breaking down.

So he scooted closer and timidly wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Instantly, he leaned into it and basically threw himself at him. Oh, okay. So maybe Blaine was a little more touchy-feely or maybe he just needed someone to hold on to in that moment. So Kurt decided to be that one and slowly curled his arms around him.

He started to experimentally rub at his back, hoping that this would be any good, when Blaine suddenly jumped. He pulled away a little and stared into his tear-stained face with questioning eyes. "Blaine…" he started but the boy just shook his head.

"Are you-"

"It's nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing."

"Please, just drop it," he pleaded and Kurt didn't have the heart to press further, though he was determined to do so eventually. So when he didn't say anything, Blaine exhaled heavily and leaned against him again. For some reason, Kurt didn't mind, though normally too much physical contact freaked him out.

"He told me I had half an hour to pack my stuff. Now I barely have clothes. I'm so sorry for just barging in like that, I don't want to intrude or anything." He whispered and Kurt sighed. "You don't. This is what my dad gave you his number for."

"I don't know what to do." He admitted in a whisper and closed his eyes again, obviously trying to hold the tears in.

"You're going to stay here tonight," Kurt decided and squeezed his arm a little. Really, where was the sudden confidence coming from? "And tomorrow, we figure something out." He promised and Blaine nodded slowly.

"Thanks Kurt."

"No Problem."

When Burt and Carole got home that night after him having listened to the message Kurt had left, he found two fast asleep boys on the couch. Blaine looked like his head might fall off in his position against the armrest of the couch while Kurt looked very comfortable, curled up next to him and leaning against Blaine. Burt didn't mind to wake them, but tip-toed over and spread the blanket over both of them.

"Sleep tight." He whispered before he left and joined Carole upstairs.

TBC