When Kurt woke up he smelled only the clean cotton of his sheets and was cold although. As he woke up he froze, the events of the past days coming back and he jumped up wondering where Blaine was, if he was okay. Then he heard a soft humming coming from the kitchen, and smelled something delicious. He went out to investigate, not bothering to pull on anything over his sweatpants but paused at the door when he saw the scene unfolding. Blaine was standing in the center of the kitchen still wearing his red sweatpants. He was moving carefully but more easily then Kurt had seen recently and he looked so peaceful as he checked the pancakes he was frying that Kurt smiled despite his guilt and worry at the small smile on his face. Padding lightly over the tiled floor Kurt joined Blaine's simple melody with his slightly higher voice as he wrapped his arms around his toned waist and pressed a kiss to the tanned slightly olive colored skin of his shoulder.

"Hey babe what's this?"

"I just wanted to say thank you for everything over these few days. Also I was hungry. And Pancakes. Is it okay?"

"Oh Blaine of course. Thank you so much, but you know it wasn't necessary. I love you, and I'll always be there for you, pancakes or no. You know that right?"

Blaine twisted around in Kurts arms and kissed him soundly, a gesture easily reciprocated by Kurt, who twined his tounge eagerly with Blaines as he kept his arms firmly around the shorter boy.

"Oh no! My pancakes!" Blaine squeaked, breaking their kiss to flip the browning cakes. "Now sit down you, let me take care of you for once."

Kurt sat down and basked in Blaines happy chatter as he finished cooking the strange dinner, accepting with anticipation the stack of steaming pancakes, not caring for once about the caloric content of the peanut butter smeared on the top or the syrup pooling around the stack.

"Wow Blaine thanks!"

"Anytime my love" Blaine murmered seriously, cutting a gooey bite off his own plate and offering it to Kurt.

After feeding each other the sweet, hot meal in a romantic manner that would have caused Rachel or Cooper to throw pillows at them the pair, forgoing cleanup, settled back down on the now completely unmade bed. Blaine, more tired then he wanted to admit, rested his head on Kurts shoulder and tucked his legs up under him. Kurt helped him to settle so that Blaine's head and torso rested in the curve of his lap and stroked his hair and face absently, mentally steeling himself for the conversation he knew they would have to have.

"Blaine."

"Yes Kurt?"

"Can you tell me what happened Babe? Its okay if you cant yet but please? I'm worried about you and I love you."

"No it's okay Kurt, you deserve to know. I'm just…. Just…." He reached for Kurt wordlessly, his eyes suddenly glistening with unshed tears. Kurt cupped his face in his hands, takking the sob from him with a kiss.

"I know Blaine. Remember that I love you and that you're so safe her with me. I'm never saying goodbye to you. What can I do?"

"Just hold me, please?"

Kurt opened his arms as Blaine shifted so that his back was pressed against Kurt's chest and Kurts arms moved instinctively to wrap around his waist.

"It was dinner time, mom and dad had thrown some big party; they told me it was a big work thing and I needed to be there for their reputation so I went. Turns out they had had all of their work people bring their girls. It was terrible Kurt. Everyone was treating me like a piece of meat or something, talking behind their hands about how pathetic I must be, to get my parents to set me up. After a while I couldn't take it anymore, so I snuck up to my room. Dad came though, and started attacking me, demanding to know why I was embarrassing him by hiding like a little girl instead of being a man. And I just, just lost in Kurt, started screaming at him. That felt wonderful, until he started screaming back. He attacked me, started throwing punches. I fell against my dresser and blacked out. I don't really remember what happened next, but the next thing I know I was in the back of my moms car. She didn't speak much, I think she was terrified still of my dad and what he had done to me. She said that I couldn't ever come back though. She dropped me off in the city then just drove away. She just drove away Kurt."

At that he started to sob, then to shake in Kurt's arms. He curled in on himself keening loudly. Kurt wrapped himself around Blaine as he fell apart in his arms, unable to stop his tears from soaking Blaine's hair as he hugged him tightly, wanting the comfort that Blaine was here and safe as much as he wanted to ease some of the raw terrible pain evident in Blaine's entire being. He placed soft kisses on wherever he could reach, hugging him with all his strength. Although Blaine's ribs were protesting at the strong, protective grip he didn't care or even try to stop Kurt. He needed the reassurance that Kurt was here and that he was loved and safe as he felt all over again the sadness of his families' last and greatest betrayal.