After what felt like hours a kind faced woman appeared in the room. "I'm very sorry but we need the room for another emergency" Blaine lifted his head from Kurt's shoulder wiping his eyes. The woman walked over to Blaine and said "we'll look after him don't worry, wait at reception and we'll organise it so you can take him home with you". Blaine just nodded looking back at putty still lying on the table. Kurt took his arm and led him out of the room. They walked to the reception where Mrs Anderson was waiting. She stood up and put out her arms to her son. Blaine rushed to her and started to cry again. Kurt wasn't sure what to do. So he just stood there watching Blaine crying in his mother's arms.
A few minutes later a guy appeared carrying a large box. "Anderson?" Blaine turned around and nodded, the guy had a kind face, "where is your car, let me help you with this" he said. Mrs Anderson smiled and led the way out to the parking lot to where her and Blaine's cars were parked. Mrs Anderson indicated to her SUV and the man gently laid the box into the back. She thanked him and turned to Kurt "can you drive Blaine home in his car and I'll drop you back later to pick up yours" Kurt nodded and Blaine handed him his keys. They sat into his car in silence. Mrs Anderson drove away from the car park, carrying putty carefully home. Blaine and Kurt just sat there. Kurt finally asked "what happened?"
Blaine looked at him and retold the story.
He explained how he had been for walk with putty to the lima bean earlier that day. Went over to Amy's in the afternoon to breakup with her "oh" Kurt interrupted "you and Amy broke up?" Blaine nodded and continued, he got home was getting ready to go over to see Kurt when he heard a screech of brakes outside the house. He ran to the front door and saw putty laying in the street, an elderly woman standing next to a white car with her hand over her mouth. It had been an accident. The lady didn't see him and putty had just wandered into the street. He was 11 now and a bit slow, he didn't hear as well as he used to and so it just happened. Blaine had quickly lifted putty into his car and drove him to the veterinary hospital. He was alive when he got there but barely. The vet had done everything he could but putty died shortly after they arrived. A neighbour had told Mrs Anderson what happened when she got home a little later and she drove to the hospital to be with Blaine.
Kurt was shaking his head, "Jesus Blaine, I'm really sorry" He started the car and drove Blaine home.
Mr Anderson was there when they got back. It was a difficult moment, the two men looking at each other in the entrance hall. "Sorry son, he was a good dog" he patted Blaine awkwardly on the arm. Blaine just nodded "yeah"
Mrs Anderson came out of the kitchen, "Kurt please stay for something to eat", "Blaine honey go wash up, and let's eat something ok?" Blaine walked up the stairs followed by Kurt. They went into his bedroom and closed the door. Blaine just stared at his bed, looking at the spot where putty usually slept. Kurt put his arm around his shoulder "it's going to be ok, it'll just take a bit of time to get used to him..you know...not being there" Blaine nodded wiping a few tears from his face. He went into the bathroom to clean up and Kurt sat on his bed. Kurt's mind was buzzing, Blaine had broken up with Amy, was that the reason he needed to talk to Kurt that day. He really wanted to ask him why he was coming to see him that evening but it's wasn't really a good time. Blaine was distraught and it could wait.
Blaine came out of the bathroom and they headed down to the kitchen to eat. Mr Anderson was sitting in his chair at the head of the table. Mrs Anderson smiled and indicated to Kurt to sit next to her. Blaine and Kurt took their seats at the table. Mr Anderson just nodded at Kurt.
Kurt wasn't exactly Mr Anderson's idea of the perfect friend for Blaine. He always thought Blaine's friend was a bit too 'girly'. His attitude toward Kurt worsened when 3 years earlier over dinner one evening, Blaine casually announced "oh, by the way Kurt is gay, mom please pass the potatoes". Mr Anderson had nearly choked on a piece of chicken.
Mrs Anderson however loved Kurt. She thought he was the kindest, sweetest boy any mother could wish for and a perfect friend for Blaine. Knowing Kurt had been without a mother for so many years she always paid him special attention and considered him her 3rd son.
Dinner was an awkward affair. Blaine was barely touching his food, just pushing it around the plate. Everyone knew Mr Anderson didn't exactly 'approve' of Kurt so that added to the tension. Once everyone had finished eating, (except Blaine), Mr Anderson looked at his watch. "It's getting late, Kurt I'll take you back to your car" "NO" Blaine shouted dropping his fork onto his plate. "Kurt is staying here tonight, I.. I ..can't be on my own in that room" Kurt began to feel a little nervous looking at Mrs Anderson who continued to smile peacefully watching her husband and son getting into a more heated discussion. Mr Anderson was insistent "Blaine, he needs to go home it's getting late" Blaine stood up suddenly "NO, he's not leaving he's staying here, with ME tonight, in my ROOM."
Everyone around the table knew the unwritten rule in the Anderson household, no sleepovers. Even when Blaine and his brother were little Mr Anderson didn't let anyone stay in the boys rooms with them overnight. They had to sleep in the guest bedroom. Kurt had NEVER slept in Blaine's bedroom. Kurt cleared his throat and stood up "it's ok Blaine, I'll go" Blaine stared at him "No Kurt sit down, you are staying" Mrs Anderson broke the tension with her usual calming tone, "John, it's been an exceptional day I think we can bend the rules just this once, Blaine honey Kurt can stay" she smiled sweetly at her husband who knew better than to argue with his wife.
Blaine muttered "thanks mom" and said "come on Kurt" he left the kitchen and stomped up the stairs. Kurt thanked Mrs Anderson for a 'lovely dinner' folding his napkin and carefully placing it on the table. He went upstairs and into Blaine's room to find him pacing up and down. "Jesus Blaine, are you trying to pick a fight with your Dad?" Blaine started ranting "he's an asshole Kurt, he doesn't like you because you're gay, well... what if, what if he had a gay son, what the fuck would he do then?" Kurt wasn't sure where this was going so he let Blaine continue "I mean it's fucking 2011 what century is he living in?" "No fucking sleepovers, what the fuck! I'm 17 he can't tell me what to fucking do" Blaine just stood in the middle of the room looking at Kurt.
A wave of sadness came flowing over him once again. He put his face in his hands "I can't believe he's dead" "I'm so tired I just need to sleep" He started undressing. Kurt felt a little awkward not knowing what he should be doing? Would he be sleeping in Blaine's bed with him? He cleared his throat "I guess I've got the floor?" Blaine snorted, "Don't be ridiculous, you're sleeping in my bed with me" With that he headed into the bathroom and closed the door.