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Special Note: Forwoodx3... you said that Joey should be called Joe because Joey is too innocent-sounding. Well, I contemplated that. But then I decided that I wanted to have Joey appear to be innocent to the world, when really he's a horrible, horrible person. It'll make it harder for anyone to believe Blaine's story if they think Joey is a perfect little angel (kinda like Karofsky after the whole thing in Never Been Kissed). Hope that makes sense!

Well, on with the story!

Finn had never seen Burt so angry. Not even when he found out that Karofsky had threatened to kill Kurt and he'd pushed him up against that wall (which was pretty badass, if you ask Finn). It must have had something to do with the fact that he considered Blaine a son since Blaine's own dad had all but disowned him. And to see someone you cared about that much hurt the way Blaine was hurt... yeah, that would piss anyone off. Finn himself was pissed, but he knew he had to control himself so he could keep Burt from killing this Joey guy.

As they drove, Kurt was texting Finn the directions since he hadn't remembered them from when he drove there before.

BTW, how is he? - Finn

IDK... the dr won't let me see him :'( - Kurt

I'm sure he's fine... just think positive baby brother - Finn

I'm older haha - Kurt

I'm taller so :p - Finn

Whatever - Kurt

Just keep us posted okay? - Finn

K - Kurt

Finn pocketed his phone as they pulled up to Blaine's house, which was completely dark, not that Finn nor Burt cared about that. Burt killed the engine and both of them got out of the car. "Burt, wait." Finn put a hand on his stepdad's arm. "Just stay calm, okay? I know you probably want to kill the bastard - I know I do - but I don't really want my dad in jail for murder."

"Yeah, I know," Burt said before they walked up the front steps. He knocked rang the bell, waited, then rang it again when no one answered.

This time a few lights came on and a man that Finn assumed to be Blaine's dad opened the door. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" Since Finn actually had no idea what time it was, he checked his watch. Close to three in the morning. Huh. Well, whatever, it's not like the time really mattered. "Better yet, who are you?"

"I'm Burt Hummel and this is my son, Finn. Is Joey here?" Finn was impressed by how calm and rational Burt sounded.

"What could you possibly need with my son at three in the morning?"

"We just need to speak with him about something."

"What?" Mr. Anderson asked and Finn spoke up before Burt had the chance.

"We need to talk to him about the fact he friggin' beat up Blaine. You know, your other son? Did you even notice he's not here?" He paused for a second. "No, I guess you didn't, did you? You know, considering the fact that you don't give a damn about him."

"Finn..." Burt said warningly, putting a hand on his arm. Finn took a deep breath, steadying himself. He knew they wouldn't get anywhere if he kept blowing up like that.

"I don't appreciate being spoken to like that."

"I'm sorry," Burt apologized. "Finn is just really... passionate when it comes to the people he cares about. As am I. So could we, please, just speak to Joey? It shouldn't take more than a few minutes."

Mr. Anderson crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe. With a sense of revulsion, Finn realized that that was exactly how Blaine stood sometimes (minus the look of contempt, of course). "I still don't understand what you need with him."

Finn couldn't help himself. This man just made him so angry that he saw red and his stomach churned. "Are you stupid? I just told you that he beat up Blaine. Who, I might add, is at the hospital right now."

"Control your son," Mr. Anderson snapped at Burt.

"Don't talk to my dad like that!"

"Finn, calm down."

"Burt, I'm sorry, but I can't take it. Blaine's in the hospital and Kurt is five seconds away from a mental breakdown and this guy -" he pointed at Mr. Anderson "- doesn't care enough about his own kid to let us talk to the guy who is responsible for it."

"What do you mean, Blaine's in the hospital?" Mr. Anderson demanded.

"Oh, now you care!" Finn said, throwing his hands up.

"Finn!" Burt said sharply and Finn fell quiet. "To answer your question, Mr. Anderson, yes, Blaine is in the hospital. Finn and my other son Kurt brought him to out house pretty badly beaten up." He paused to let that sink in. Mr. Anderson's face didn't change. Finn's hands balled into fists. "When we asked him, he said that Joey beat him up. We just wanted to talk to him to get his side of the story before we get the police involved." On the drive over, Finn had asked why Burt hadn't immediately called the cops. Burt said that they would, but he wanted to get Joey's side of the story before they did - that way, they had all their bases covered.

"Well, I'm sorry that you had to drive out here so late at night, Mr. Hummel," Mr. Anderson said, straightening. "But I don't think Joey would have done something like that."

"Excuse me?" Uh-oh, Burt was getting mad. This wasn't going to be good (for Mr. Anderson, that is. It would be plenty entertaining for Finn).

"I said that I don't think Joey would have beaten up his own brother. I mean, what reason would he have to?"

"From what I gathered, it was because Blaine's gay. Blaine said that Joey... didn't like it very much and tried to beat it out of him. Or so I'm assuming. You see, Blaine couldn't talk very well," he added, trying to get Mr. Anderson to care even a little bit that his younger son was severely injured.

Mr. Anderson sighed like this was a huge waste of his time. "I can see that you are very adamant about this. So, let me go get Joey and we'll settle this whole thing, okay?"

"Thank you," Burt said and Mr. Anderson disappeared into the house.

"What now?"

"Let's just hear what he has to say. And text Kurt to see how Blaine's doing."

"Okay." He pulled out his phone, but paused. "He's not staying here, is he?" he asked, writing a message to Kurt.

"Not if I have anything to say about it." Finn nodded, knowing that Burt would do whatever it took to keep Blaine away from these people that obviously didn't care about him. Which was something Finn could relate to - next to his family and his girlfriend Rachel, there probably wasn't anyone he cared more about than Blaine, who was like a second brother to him.

The two waited for a few minutes and then Mr. Anderson reappeared, this time accompanied by a younger man. He was at least twenty-five and looked exactly like Blaine - except he was about five inches taller (still a lot shorter than Finn, though, which he could if he needed to), a lot bulkier, and had a military buzz cut. "So you're the people who think I beat up my brother." It wasn't a question.

"We're just telling you what Blaine told us."

"And you believe him?"

"I don't have reason not to. Blaine's never lied to me before." Which was true - Blaine (like Kurt) was one of those brutally honest people who told you the truth no matter how much it hurt.

Joey snorted. "Okay," he said skeptically.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Finn asked hotly.

"Oh, nothing, really. Just that he's been lying to you since you met him. My brother's not gay," he added when Finn and Burt just stared at him.

Finn actually had to laugh out loud at that one. If Blaine wasn't gay, then he was a damn good actor. Finn had lost count of how many times he'd walked in on Kurt and Blaine in... er, compromising positions. "If Blaine's not gay, then I'm freakin' Fred Astaire." And anyone who knew Finn could readily attest that he was not - nor would he ever be - Fred Astaire.

"I have to agree with Joey," Mr. Anderson interjected. "I personally think that Blaine's just confused. Maybe if he stopped dating that... can you even call him a boy?"

"Hey! That's my son!"

Mr. Anderson shrugged and continued. "I think he just needs to date a girl to..."

"FYI, he already has," Finn said. Did this man really know that little about his own kid? Seriously, Burt and his mom probably knew more about Finn's and Kurt's lives than any of them probably wanted to. "And when she kissed him, I believe his exact words were ' Yep, I'm gay. One hundred percent gay. Thank you so much for clearing that up, Rachel.' So, yeah, I don't think he's confused."

Mr. Anderson waved his hand, like what Finn just said meant nothing. "Either way, I still think Blaine's lying. Joey's a good kid - he would never hurt a fly." As if on cue, Finn's phone vibrated in his hand. Opening the text, he read:

He's ok, i guess. he has a concussion, 3 broken ribs, 2 bruised ribs, and had to have 3 stitches on the inside of his lip. he's alive, so that's a good thing. but the dr said no kissing till the stitches r out :( - Kurt

Finn laughed just as another text came in.

Also, they r keeping him here for at least a day to watch him. And... they called the cops. they should be there soon - Kurt

kk. I'll let them kno. Oh, btw, tell Blaine he's living w/us from now on - Finn

Really? - Kurt

He's family, Kurt. of course - Finn

Aww... don't you dare make me cry finn hudson - Kurt

:) - Finn

He looked up from his phone. "Well, you may not believe him, but the hospital sure did. Guess a concussion, three broken ribs, two bruised ribs, and stitches on the inside of his lip kind of speak for themselves. The cops are on their way." He held up his iPhone as proof.

"That little fag!" Joey swore and Finn had a hard time not punching him in the face - he really hated that word (above all other gay slurs, that was the one that really got to him).

"Don't worry, Joey. We'll sort this whole thing out. We'll tell them what really happened and then when Blaine gets home, we'll make him tell the truth, too."

"Um, that's going to be a problem," Burt said. Both Joey and Mr. Anderson looked at him. "You see, Blaine isn't coming back here. He's going to live with me and my family."

"You can't do that. You can't just take my child away from me." As if he cared anyway - he was probably just worried about what his neighbors would think.

"Blaine's eighteen - he can leave home whenever he wants," Finn said logically. "Why he hasn't already is beyond me."

"Finn, go get some of Blaine's things, okay? We'll come back for the rest later." Finn nodded, then made to go into the house, but Joey blocked his path.

Finn looked down at him. "You might want to move. Because right now, I'm pretty pissed at you and I'd love an excuse to punch you in the face." Joey looked up at Finn, probably shocked that he was a good three inches taller than him, and moved out of the way. Finn walked into the house and up the stairs.

He found Blaine's room pretty easily and grabbed the biggest suitcase he could find out of the closet. Without even looking at what he was grabbing, he started throwing random clothes and other such items into the suitcase, stuffing it to the point where it barely closed. It wasn't everything, but it was a good start. As he turned to leave, he noticed a gleam of silver from the nightstand. He looked at it and saw that it was a picture frame - one that housed a picture of Kurt. Smiling, Finn took the picture and tucked it under his arm, knowing that Blaine was going to want it when he was stuck in the hospital for the next few days.

When he got back down stairs, he apparently came in the middle of a conversation because he heard Mr. Anderson say, "...and tell him he's not welcome here anymore."

"Oh, like he was before," Finn said, pushing past him and Joey, lugging Blaine's suitcase behind him and keeping a tight hold on the picture frame. "We'll be back for the rest later," he called over his shoulder as he and Burt walked to the car. He put the suitcase in the trunk, but kept the picture with him.

As they drove to the hospital, Burt said, "I'm really proud of you, Finn. I thought you were going to lose it a few times, but you kept yourself in check."

"Yeah, well, I didn't want to lower myself to their level. Though punching either of them would have felt so good."

Burt laughed. "I agree."

Kurt POV

"Kurt, why are you crying? I'm okay," Blaine said, his voice a little weird since he was trying to talk around the stitches in his lip.

"It's not that." I wiped eyes on the sleeve of my sweatshirt. "It's... this." I handed him my phone, where my most recent conversation with Finn (the one where he called Blaine family) was displayed. He read it and then looked at me, his beautiful hazel eyes brimming with tears.

"Really? I'm coming to live with you?" I nodded, new tears (these are happy tears, by the way) falling onto my cheeks. Blaine scooted over in the bed and patted the empty space next to him. I lied down and he rested his head on my chest. "I love you," he said.

"I love you more," I replied, playing with his curls.

"Impossible." Then he lifted his head and was about to kiss me when I turned my head.

"You heard what the doctor said, Blaine. I don't want to screw up your stitches."

"Fine," he pouted, putting his head back on my chest. After I reminded him that he couldn't sleep, he said, "Can you believe that we'll get to spend every night like this? Just you and me?" I had to admit, that pretty much sounded like Heaven.

I looked over at my phone, which I had put on the nightstand, to see one particular message from Finn displayed.

He's family, Kurt. of course

Yes, I thought. He is family.

My family.

Wow, that was so long. Probably the longest I've ever written! I hope I didn't lose anyone halfway through or anything. I also apologize for the crap ending - I just wanted to finish this. Hope you guys like it (I think it's meh, but what counts is what you all think).

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