Sorry this chapter took a little longer to finish than the others, and it's a lot shorter as well. I usually love writing long chapters, because once I start, I find it hard to stop myself, but it's late, and exam week before Christmas break, but I really wanted to post a new chapter, so here's this. Reviews and Rates would be very helpful and super appreciated. :) Thank you EVERYONE who's reading this, and who's followed/favorited it, or me. I plan on starting a new Klaine fic soon, (sorry, a little obsessed xD) but probably not until I'm closer to ending this one. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to let me know! Any help would be FANTASTIC. Seriously though, I love every one of you who's read to the THIRD CHAPTER. I really enjoy writing, so constructive criticism would be awesome. Anyway, let me stop rambling. Enjoy :)
Blaine and I laid in my bed and just cuddled for what felt like forever. We were so caught up in each other. I didn't take my eyes off of his for even a half-second, except for when we kissed. We were kissing lazily whenever I heard the front door open. I immediately pulled away from Blaine to run to my bedroom door to lock it. I started pulling on my clothes as quickly as I good, trying not to laugh at Blaine's confused expression.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked, tilting his head at me with raised eyebrows.
"Someone's home. Did you not hear the door open? Get up and put your clothes on, now," I said quickly, flashing him a smile as I walked into my bathroom to deal with my sex-hair.
"Kurt?" I heard my dad call from downstairs.
"Shit, Blaine. My dad's home," I whispered, walking out of my bedroom, finding Blaine sprawled out on my bed reading one of my Vogue magazines, already fully dressed and looking perfect.
"How the hell did you….? You know what, it doesn't matter, we need to go downstairs," I laughed, grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him off of my bed.
"Hey dad," I said, releasing Blaine's hand to hug my dad.
"What's up with you boys?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he stared at Blaine.
"Mr. Hummel, thank you for allowing me to stay here," Blaine said, giving off a sad expression.
"Hey, Blaine. You and Kurt have been together for what, like a year? You're a good kid, and you make my son happy. You're always allowed here," My dad said sincerely.
"Thank you," Blaine repeated. I was smiling because Blaine was being so proper and cute. Dapper little Blaine. It was funny because apparently only I know how completely improper he really is. Of course he's sweet and adorable, but he's also great at…well.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but I'm curious as to why you need to stay here in the first place. What happened?" Dad asked, sitting down on the couch. I led Blaine over to the armchair and motioned for him to sit down. I gently sat down in his lap, noticing how my dad's expression went from sad and caring to instant rage. He always made that protective face whenever I got really close to Blaine. Even after a year he wasn't used to it. Blaine wrapped his arms around my middle, hugging me close to him. Instead of being overprotective and angry, he smiled at the sight of us. Who could blame him? We're cute.
"No, sir, I don't mind. I feel like it's only fair if you know," Blaine said, kissing me on the cheek quickly.
"Blaine, you can call me Burt, you know," dad said, chuckling a little.
"Okay, Burt, um," he started, getting nervous. He squeezed me tighter and began his story. "My dad's a little abusive," he said softly. I couldn't help but interrupt.
"A bit abusive, Blaine? That's an understatement, don't try to make him seem harmless. He threatened you and everything," I said to Blaine, staring at only him. He nodded and ignored my statement as he continued.
"Yes, well. He beats me…a lot. And this morning it was really bad. He um, punched me, kicked me, and choked me," I said slowly. Burt was staring at me with a sad and understanding expression.
Kurt got up out of my lap and walked into the kitchen as I stared at Burt. He didn't say anything, which was starting to worry me. After a few awkward minutes, Kurt returned with a wet towel. He lightly placed his hand under my chin, lifting my head up to get better access to my neck. He was washing away all of the makeup he'd helped me apply after lunch. I didn't object, I let him do it. I glanced at Burt who was watching curiously.
Kurt gently massaged my skin with the wet towel, revealing bruises that my dad had left when he choked me. I heard Burt gasp as Kurt started to wash my face with the cloth. When Kurt was finished he turned toward his dad to see what he had to say.
"Blaine, are those bruises from…your dad?" he asked with wide and concerned eyes.
"Um, yes, sir," I mumbled. It was only bruises that were showing on my skin, but I felt completely exposed. I felt almost as if I were sitting there naked, except slightly less awkward.
"Blaine, you need to call the police. This is serious," he said, getting up to get the house phone. I looked up at Kurt and shook my head. He took my face in both of his hands gently, bending down to where his face was inches away from mine.
"Maybe it's the best thing to do. You can't expect my dad to just let him get away with hurting you like this, sweetie," he said, stroking my hair and kissing me softly on the lips. I sighed as Burt came back into the living room.
"Anything else happen today with your dad?" he asked, dialing a number.
"He threatened to kill me," I whispered. Technically, I wasn't lying. Burt clenched his fist and pressed the 'call' button. I stared at Kurt, not wanting to be in there while he talked to the police. I was so glad that Kurt understands me enough to know what I want without any words being said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs and into his room again. I don't know why, but I collapsed onto his bed and started crying.
"Blaine, what's wrong, honey?" I said, trying to comfort him as I climbed onto the bed, trying to pull him into a sitting position.
"My dad's going to kill me," he whispered. "I shouldn't have told," he cried.
I shook my head and took both of Blaine's hands in mine, sitting on my knees in front of him on my bed. "He's not going to touch you, love. Never again. The police are going to arrest him, and he'll never see you again. You'll be completely safe. I won't let anything hurt you," I said, pulling him in for a hug. I could feel his body trembling against mine and I held him tighter.
"I know, I'm just…I'm scared. And I didn't have much time to cry this morning. I was trying to be strong for you. You shouldn't see me like this," he said into my chest.
"Blaine, listen to me. You can cry around me any time if you need to. No matter what, you're so strong. You're the strongest person I've ever met," I said, stroking his hair. He nodded and sobbed into my chest harder. I could feel the wet tears, causing my shirt to stick to my chest. I held him exactly like that until my dad walked into my room.
"He's going to be arrested tonight. You'll probably have to go to court, Blaine, but I'll be right there if I need to be. I'll do whatever you need," my dad said as he stood at the doorway. Blaine sniffled a little before looking up.
"Thank you, Mr. Hummel," he said in a soft whisper as he looked away at the wall. My dad left my room with a nod of his head, and he shut the door behind him. I stared at the door for a second, surprised. He actually left the door open with Blaine in here?
"Blaine, sweetie, it'll be okay. I'm right here. My whole family is here to support you," I said, wrapping my arms around his middle from behind. He relaxed, leaning back into my body.
"Thank you," he whispered, closing his eyes.
"Come here," I said, scooting back to the top of my bed and laying down, waiting for him to join me. He crawled beside me and I pulled the covers over us. I leaned over him and turned off my bedside lamp, the room going dark. I settled in, facing Blaine. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could faintly see Blaine due to the moonlight shining through my window. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close.
"Sleep. We can discuss this in the morning. You're tired, and I am too. Goodnight, Blaine. I love you," I whispered, leaning in to press a hard kiss to his mouth.
"Goodnight, Kurt. I love you so much," he whispered after breaking the kiss. He rolled over and pressed himself as close to me as he could, placing his hands over mine that were wrapped around him. I kissed the back of his neck gently as we fell asleep.