A/N: Hey! Now, this was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but I got some ideas and some people said it would be good as a story, so here you go! Chapter 2! This is focused a lot around the Hudmels and Blaine trying to fit in, really. I hope you enjoy! And thank you for the positive feedback! :)

A slam of the front door was heard, and a loud, familiar voice moments after,

"Kurt? We're home!" Burt yelled down the hall.

It had been about four hours since Blaine had fallen asleep, and one hour since Rachel had to stop their Sex and the City marathon to catch the remains of Finn's football game.

Kurt had been cooking for the last 45 minutes, planning a surprise dinner for his family when they came home.

He had just finished the last touches to the table decor, and he smiled when he heard the call of his father,

"I'm in the kitchen, Dad," he called back, leaning against the kitchen counter.

The Hummel-Hudsons entered the kitchen one after the other - Burt first, followed by his wife, and Finn behind Carole, towering over her.

"Kurt, you made food? Awesome, I'm starving!" Finn grinned, strolling up to his step-brother and giving him a strong shoulder grip.

"Finn," Kurt kept his smile but carefully took Finn's hand and lifted it off his shoulder, "I know you're my stepbrother, but this is Prada, and you are muddy. Go upstairs and change, I'll keep dinner warm for you."

Finn nodded, an amused smile still on his face, "Right. I'll be down in a minute."

Finn made his way upstairs and Kurt turned to face Carole and Burt,

"Dad, Carole? I've got a... special guest of sorts to dinner tonight," he announced, still smiling.

"Oooh, you make it sound so secretive!" Carole giggled, "Who is it, The President?"

Kurt laughed, "No, but it's someone just as special. I'll go get him. Get started on dinner. Tell Finn he can, too."

Burt raised an eyebrow as his son left the room, turning to get started on dinner after a short moment.

"Kurt made pudding for dessert and everything, I love pudding!" Finn cheered, but he was interrupted by a small gasp and someone sleepily squealing,

"Kurt, you never told me your family were here! I've only been awake for barely five minutes and I'm wearing Finn's clothes and look at me, Kurt!"

"Blaine, calm down, okay?" Kurt told his boyfriend, sighing a little, "they'll understand."

Kurt entered the kitchen, with Blaine lingering nervously a good distance away from him.

"So, Kurt? Who's your special guest, then?" Burt asked his son in an over-dramatic tone, his lips twitching.

Kurt rolled his eyes, and Finn's widened, "There's a special guest? Oh my gosh, who is it? Whoever they are, they sound a lot like Blaine."

Kurt sighed and dragged his boyfriend into the room, "Ta-dah," he mumbled bitterly.

Blaine stood at the head of the table awkwardly, staring and staring for a good long while.

Then, he panicked. "N-no, Kurt, I can't do this, I - I... they can't see me like this, I can't tell them," he was using every little bit of effort to keep his cool, but his speech was quickening, nearly stumbling over some words, "i-it was bad enough that you saw me, they can't -"

"Blaine, they'll understand," Kurt insisted, taking his boyfriend by the arms, but lightly, as not to hurt him.

"I'm not ready for this, t-this... this isn't fair!" Blaine's voice was almost a whisper by the sentence's end, and he buried his face in Kurt's shoulder.

"Kurt, what's going on?" Burt asked, his voice stern, eyes fixed on the two boys. Kurt's expression growing more worried, rubbing circles on Blaine's back, shushing him quietly, "just sit down for dinner, it'll be okay." And Blaine, his face hiding in Kurt's shoulder, Finn's jumper slipping off his shoulder revealing an ugly bruise, his breathing becoming faster and faster, a barely audible "I can't, no, no, I can't, I can't, no..." being mumbled shakily into his boyfriend's shoulder.

Burt stood up and walked over to Blaine, gently pulled him out of Kurt's arms and looked him right in the eye.

"Listen to me, Blaine," his voice was strict but a caring tone was still evident, "whatever happened to you, we won't reject you. You don't have to tell us if you don't want to."

Blaine sniffed, his eyes shiny, but a very small smile was creeping onto his face.

"You are always welcome into our home, and we'd love to have you as a guest for dinner, sweetie," Carole added from the table, her expression making it clear that she was concerned.

Finn smiled and gave the simple gesture of pulling out the chair beside him, nodding to it, telling Blaine it was his.

Blaine let out a shaky breath, overwhelmed by their kindness. His family would never ever act that way towards him.

"Th-thank you. All of you. Really. Thank you so much," he replied, swallowing and sitting down at the table beside Finn.

Kurt smiled from ear-to-ear before taking the seat on the opposite side of Blaine.

Blaine took in the expressions of the Hummel-Hudsons. Carole - her smile was so welcoming, it filled him up with warmth inside. He could tell by only her smile that she was an outstanding mother. That she cared about every single person in her life so dearly. She would care about him, she would help him when he needed it. He knew she would. Beside Carole was Burt, who had a smile on his face, also, but it wasn't as beaming and cheerful as Carole's. It was a knowing smile. He knew by Burt's expression that he would protect anyone close to him until the end. He would fight for them and look after them. Burt knew something was wrong with Blaine - everyone did, what with all the marks and bruises on his face - but Burt was at another level of understanding.

And he had that understanding because he was a great father. A father who not only knew if his kid was feeling down, but why as well. His eyes fell on Finn next. A grin. A big, goofy grin. Finn would take care of those close to them, and he could make them laugh. He would cheer them up, until they couldn't be any cheerier. Finn hated seeing people upset, he wouldn't stop trying to cheer them up until at least a smile showed.

And Kurt was last. And Kurt looked at him with a look of love. They all looked at him with love, but they were all different kinds. You almost couldn't see past the love in Kurt's eyes. And Blaine liked that. Blaine was perfectly fine with that. He knew what Kurt was like. He knew Kurt would look out for him no matter what.

What Blaine didn't realise was that he was staring at each individual family member with a large smile on his face.

A real smile. It had been a long time since one of those had occured.

It was now about half an hour since dinner had finished, and the family were sat down to TV in the living room, multi-tasking. Finn was texting, Burt was reading the newspaper, and Carole was painting her nails.

Blaine was sleeping, again. Quietly snoozing the corner of the sofa beside Carole, who every once in a while fluffed up his pillows or tucked in his blankets.

Kurt was in the kitchen once again, but this time cleaning up after dinner. He hummed a tune to himself as he scrubbed dishes at the sink, being careful not to stain his Prada.

"Kurt? I need to talk to you."

Burt had since left the living room and was now standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

Kurt spun around from the sink and gave his dad a little smile, "Of course. About what?"

"Blaine," his father replied, and the smile was wiped off of Kurt's face.

"Sit down," Burt added, and Kurt sat down at the kitchen table.

He stayed silent, and Burt asked him, "Do you know what happened to Blaine?"

Kurt nodded slowly, "...Yes."

"Who hurt him, Kurt?"

Kurt hesitated, "You told him he... didn't have to tell if he didn't want to."

"Kurt," Burt sighed, "I know I said that, but I can't just have that kid - your boyfriend - lying there... all beat up and emotional and not know a single thing about it. It's not right. Especially not for a dad like me."

Burt was right. Kurt knew he was. It wouldn't be too bad if Blaine didn't find out he told, would it? And even if he did find out, Burt was going to do nothing but help him. What harm could it do?

"...his dad," Kurt mumbled after a long thought.

Burt paused and then let out a long, heavy sigh, "his dad's doing this to him? Poor kid."
Kurt nodded in agreement, "so, um... what now?"

"Well, he's not going back there," Burt said simply, "I can't find a kid in a situation like that and just do nothing, and throw him back in there."

"Where's he going to live, then?"

Burt looked over to his son, as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world.

"...W-with us?" Kurt said after a moment of silence, his eyebrows raised.

"I honestly thought you'd suggest it in a heartbeat," Burt replied with a chuckle, and Kurt laughed a little too.

"I mean, there's a spare room. We could pick up his stuff in the morning. I say why not?" Kurt decided, smiling.

"Right," Burt said with a grin, "now that's the right attitude. How about you go tell your beau, eh, kiddo?"

Kurt nodded and dashed out of the room and into the living room, kneeling down beside Blaine and shaking him lightly.

"Blaine! Blaine, wake up!" he said sweetly.

"Why, what happened? If it's spare pudding, I mean... I know he's your boyfriend, but I'm your brother, and..." Finn rambled, and Kurt giggled.

"No, Finn, it's not that," he continued to shake Blaine's shoulder until he heard the intake of a sharp breath and incoherent noises.

"Are you awake?"

"...yeah. Wait, I fell asleep again? Oh man," Blaine sighed, his voice thick with sleep, slumping his head back down onto his pillow.

"Oh, honey, it's fine!" Carole chirped, "Finn falls asleep here all the time, and his big legs take up the whole sofa!" she giggled.

"...Thanks, mom. Really," Finn said sarcastically, blushing and answering another text.

"Come on, Blaine, I've got to tell you something!" Kurt said excitedly, dragging his boyfriend off the sofa, Blaine letting out a small, moany "owwww..."

"...What's this they're not telling us, Mom?" Finn muttered after they left the room, looking from his phone to Carole with a confused expression.

Carole laughed at her son's adorable expression, reaching up to ruffle his hair, "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find out, honey."

"Stay with your family?" Blaine was obviously surprised by the offer, but he began to shake his head after a moment, "Kurt, I... I don't think I can do this," he said nervously, running a hand through his hair.

"What?" Kurt gasped, "Blaine, it's perfect! I mean, Dad and Carole love you, Finn loves you, of course I love you. There's a spare room, we'd love to have you-"

"Yeah, Kurt, I know, it... it really is almost perfect," Blaine cut in.

"Then why can't you do it?"

"I..." Blaine sighed heavily and mumbled, "...my dad."

"Blaine..." Kurt's expression was a mix of disappointment and pity, and he took both of Blaine's hands in his, "Sweetheart, the whole point of this is getting away from your dad. We can call child services, we can take you to the hospital, we can take care of you. You don't deserve what you're going through."

Blaine smiled at how much Kurt cared, "I know that. And, darling, don't you know I appreciate this?" he looked down at the ground, "I just... can't shake the feeling that somehow he'll find me. It's ridiculous, it's stupid, but I can't help it. He's like some silly villian in a comic book."

"Blaine, you're only going to see your father ever again if you want to. It's perfectly understandable that you're scared, but I want to pull you out of this. We want to pull you out of this. We'll keep you safe." Kurt explained, his voice firm but caring, "you're making a big deal out of nothing. Whatever happens, we'll sort it out because we're here for you."

Blaine thought, and he thought for a long time. Once he finished thinking, he laughed, and looked up at Kurt.

"...Why can't I say 'no' to you?" he said playfully, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and resting his head on his shoulder.

Kurt smiled and hugged him tight, thrilled that he had accepted the offer.

"I have to be up early tomorrow," he said after a long silence, and Blaine looked up a him, a little disappointed.

"I guess I'll go to the spare room then, yeah?" he asked, but Kurt smirked.

He pulled back the covers on his bed, "There's room in my bed for two," he cooed.

Blaine smirked.