When Blaine woke up, something was off. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but it was there. Somehow, he wasn't really comfortable at all. And normally, his bed was really cosy.

So he forced his eyes open and blinked a couple of times – yeah, that wasn't the ceiling of his room. In fact, that wasn't his bed either. He was on a couch and his head was hanging in a rather weird angle off of it. Where the hell was he and why was he here?

Oh right. Of course. Everything started to come back to him in bright flashbacks.

"Are you going out again?"

"Yes, dad. I am."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to dinner."

"With that same guy you went shopping earlier?"

"Yes."

His dad stepped closer, frowning and Blaine immediately backed off. He had learned to do that by now. "I don't want you to go."

"Why?"

"Because if you keep hanging out with those fags, you'll never get over it and go back to being normal!" he shouted and Blaine flinched. That was it, that was everything he could take.

"Damn it, I'm gay and that's not going to change! And if I decide to fuck that guy, I will. I'm not going to ask you for permission!"

Blaine's face screwed up just thinking about all of this.

His father's face changed, went form annoyed to pure anger… and possible a hint of hate. The next thing he knew was him being shoved backwards, falling against the cupboard and hitting his back hard enough to leave cuts on it.

The cuts he could still feel on his back.

He remembered ending up on the floor at some point, remembered his dad above him and remembered more pain before it finally all ended. He remembered his mom tugging at his dad's arm and telling him to stop, it's not worth it, he'll just hurt himself in the end. And then, he remembered being told to go and back his stuff, he had half an hour before he had to be out and better never came back.

And that was why he was here now. Kurt had picked him up and let him sleep here. Speaking of Kurt, where was he?

Blaine yawned and shifted slightly, trying to sit up a little better and – oh. There he was. He looked down to the boy curled up against him, obviously the reason why he had spent the entire night almost breaking his neck.

Now that he had moved, he seemed to wake up as well, his nose scrunched up and he yawned lightly before stretching his arms up into the air, causing Blaine to duck his head to avoid getting slapped in the face. Honestly, he looked like a kitten. But he couldn't let himself think that.

Slowly, his eyes opened and he looked around, Blaine watched a cute – strike that – frown appear on his face as his head slowly turned, he was obviously trying to figure out why exactly he had slept on the couch.

Then finally, his eyes wandered over the last few inches before they caught sight of Blaine. He stared for a split second before he jumped off of him with wide eyes. "Oh my god." He muttered, pressing a hand to his heart. For the first time in ages, Blaine chuckled.

"Sorry." He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck as he sat up straight. Holy god, that one was sore.

"No, I just – did I sleep on you?" he cut himself off and tilted his head. His face was flushed with a slight pink as he asked and Blaine smiled softly.

"Yeah, I think so." He nodded. And took a deep breath, trying to stretch his back out which was hurting a little as well.

"Oh, uhm, I'm sorry." Kurt pouted awkwardly and laced his fingers together in his lap, looking down onto them.

"No, don't worry. It's alright. I'm just really thankful you let me sleep here in the first place." He said quietly, mirroring Kurt's expression by now as he stared down into his lap.

"Of course." Kurt nodded shyly and glanced back up.

That was when Burt entered the living room. "Oh, I see you two decided to wake up." He smiled softly, lifting the two cups of coffee he was holding up into the air.

"Yeah," Kurt blushed even more as he realized they had been covered with a blanket and he hadn't done that for sure. So his dad must have found them last night. Amazing. "We fell asleep while talking last night. I take it you got my message?"

Burt nodded and handed them both a cup of coffee. "Good morning, sir." Blaine threw in, deciding he couldn't just sit here and drink that men's coffee after he had spend the night here and not say anything at all.

Mr. Hummel just nodded with a smile and sat down on the armchair opposite to them, eyeing the two boys for a moment as Kurt scrambled to sit up straight as well and pulled the blanket higher over himself. "What happened?" he finally asked.

Blaine told his story as well, managing not to break down like he had before, but a few tears still escaped his eyes. Kurt awkwardly edged about an inch closer and quickly patted his arm, flushing the second he did so. He really was no good at this. But Blaine lifted his head, wiped at his face and gave him a thankful, little smile. Maybe he wasn't so bad either.

As he finished, Burt nodded slowly, thinking about the whole situation. "So I suppose you don't have anywhere to stay?" he asked slowly.

"I could ask my grandparents I guess. I mean they're not okay with me being gay either and I'd probably forbidden to even see a boy from a 10 feet distance, but I hope that they wouldn't…" he shrugged. Kurt shot his back a look and raised his eyebrows. So far, he hadn't mentioned violence once single time, but from obvious evidence, he was pretty sure it had been there.

"No, that's the point. You shouldn't have to hide. And I' most certainly not letting you go back there." He decided and Blaine shrugged slightly, taking a sip from his coffee. It had been forever since someone had made him coffee the last time.

"Well, I don't know where else to go." He admitted quietly, suddenly very interested in the coffee cup.

"Dad…" Kurt tilted his head in a meaningful way and nodded towards the boy next to him, then the staircase.

Burt sighed and nodded slowly. "I was thinking that anyways, Kurt."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I still need to talk to Carole, but I think we should manage."

Blaine looked from one of them to the other one before he worked up the courage to speak. "Uhm… I'm sorry?" he asked shyly.

"You have nowhere to stay, is that accurate?" Mr. Hummel asked and Blaine nodded in return.

"Well, we have a spare guestroom upstairs. So if you want to, we'd love to offer you to stay here."

Blaine's mouth hung open. Was he serious? He had met this man 2 weeks ago and hadn't even seen him since then. He knew nothing about Blaine besides the fact that he was gay and his parents had thrown him out and still, here he was, offering him to live at his house.

"That-that is-" he swallowed thickly. Apparently he really was in the mood for tears today, but he was determined to keep them in this time. "That is so kind, but I really don't want to force myself upon you, sir."

Burt rolled his eyes and waved it off. "The house is big enough, the room is never used anyways. Of course you can stay here. I'll have a talk with your dad though to make sure he really knows about all of this, I don't want any trouble about that to come."

Blaine didn't know what to say. "I-I can't just accept that." He gasped quietly and now it was Kurt's turn to sigh. "Of course you can."

"But- I don't want to intrude or annoy any of you."

"I'm living with a guy who told his best friend his mom had his prostate removed." Kurt commented drily. "I think if I can cope with that, I'll be able to get along just fine with you."

Blaine blinked a couple of times, trying to decide if that was hilarious or very, very sad.

"He did?" Burt asked in the meantime and Kurt nodded, looking like he couldn't really believe it himself. "I really should have a talk with him again soon… Was that before my last one?" he asked. Kurt sighed and blushed just a little. "Yes, dad. That was a while back, before… the whole Quinn thing." Burt nodded but still seemed to ponder about it.

"So, you're staying." Kurt said. It wasn't a question, but a decision.

How did Blaine deserve to meet so many, so nice people and have them offer him shelter? He felt like crying all over again. He really needed to stop being so soppy.

"I-oh god, thank you." He choked out. Being the kind of person he was, it was either tackle a pillow or Kurt, and hugging inanimate objects might be weird, so he threw himself at the other boy. He was touchy-feely, yes, but he normally didn't attack people like that. But then again, people normally didn't just tell him he could easily stay at their house either. And somehow, he trusted Kurt. He didn't know why, but he did. And it felt kind of good.

Kurt froze for a moment, awkwardly looking at his dad who pouted slightly and eyed the two of them, but didn't say anything. So he slowly brought his arms up to pat at his back. "You're welcome." He mumbled into the shoulder that was pressing into his mouth.

That was when Finn entered the room, a bowl of cereal in his hand. He stopped as he saw the small gathering on the couch and armchair. "Did I miss any family meeting?" he mumbled as he was still chewing on a mouthful of cereal.

"No." Kurt commented as Blaine awkwardly pulled back and sat up straight.

"Who's that?" Finn asked and swallowed.

"Blaine. He'll be living with us." Kurt announced, knowing big and long stories would just confuse his dear step-brother.

Finn just looked at him for a moment, absentmindedly stirring in his bowl. "Do you like football?" he finally asked. Blaine frowned slightly.

"Yeah…"

"And videogames?"

"Yes."

"Awesome, cool you're staying here, dude." Finn approved and shoved another spoonful of cereal into his mouth before he trotted away towards his room.

With an unsure expression on his face, Blaine turned towards Kurt.

"That was the prostate-guy." He explained with a shrug.

"Ah," Blaine made. Well, living here would most certainly not be boring, that much was sure.

TBC