I'm glad all of you are enjoying the story :D I have a few chapters after this one written, but after that I could really use some prompts! So if you have any, please review and let me know? I'm working on the Valentine's Day chapter now, so ;) Thanks! Anyways, onward!

Kurt walks into his house with a bright smile on his face, humming happily to himself as he skips to the kitchen where Carole was cooking a nice, healthy dinner. He kisses her cheek and keeps humming, maneuvering around her to grab a glass and fill it with some water. After spending an hour and a half making out with his boyfriend, he was in a pretty good mood. Today had gone from okay to absolutely amazing, all thanks to Blaine. Why he spontaneously wanted to tell everyone about the baby, he didn't know. Kurt's glad he did though. It made everything ten times easier on them. He didn't have to worry about Blaine getting hurt by someone since the whole Glee club was watching out for him now. Santana may be small, but she could take one of those hockey jerks if she had to.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Carole smiles at him and moves to strain the low-carb pasta, "Does it have something to do with the huge hickey on your neck?"

Kurt gasps and puts his hand over it, "No. Not at all. What are you even t-talking about?"

She smirks and looks at him, "Just hide it before your father gets home."

"Will do. Thanks." He smiles and blushes, slowly dropping his hand, "Blaine and I told everyone in Glee about the baby. They all took it really well."

"I know!" She grins, "Finn told me! I'm glad everyone's more accepting there."

"Yeah." He smiles dreamily, sighing, "Blaine asked me over so we could do homework together, and his parents were there. I was almost sure they would tell me to go home, but no. They actually let me go up to his room! While they were there! I think they're starting at accept Blaine too. You know, about being gay and having a boyfriend."

"Well that's good." She looks at him, "It doesn't look like you got very much homework done though. Maybe you should go upstairs and actually do it."

He blushes again, "I will. After dinner. It smells great, Carole!"

She raises an eyebrow at him, "Don't suck up to me. You're lucky I'm a cool step-mom."

"You're just a cool mom in general!" Finn pipes up as he walks in, grinning, "Wow! This smells great!"

"What do you want from me now?"

"Can I go over to Rachel's after dinner?" He asks innocently, grabbing two plates from the cupboard and handing one to Kurt, "You know, to do homework and stuff?"

"Oh." Kurt laughs, "Bad reason to use, Finn."

"Just like Kurt was doing homework at Blaine's?" She puts some food on his plate, looking at her son, "No way."

"But mom!"

"NO."

Burt showed up a little while later and the gang was all there, sitting at the kitchen table just chatting about their day like they always do. It doesn't matter that Kurt complains all the time about how annoying his new family can be, he loves them anyway. Having Finn and Carole in his life has really changed things for him. He and his dad were happy. Kurt peeks down at his phone when it rings and bites his lip. Blaine was calling him. He presses ignore and avoids the scolding look Burt was giving him. No phones at the table. About two minutes later it starts to ring again and he pulls it out, looking at it. Blaine again.

"It's Blaine." Kurt announces, looking around the table, "Can I answer? He wouldn't call two times in a row unless it was important, dad."

"I'm sure it can wait until after dinner." Burt says, "Put it away, Kurt."

He reluctantly shoves his phone back in his pocket after setting it to vibrate. For the rest of dinner it kept vibrating, indicating that someone was calling him. He knew it was Blaine, and something was wrong. He wouldn't keep calling like that if he just wanted to talk. Plus, Kurt had just left his house an hour ago. Blaine wouldn't be calling him so soon anyway. As soon as everyone was done with dinner and Carole went to get dessert, he pulls out his phone and answers it, despite Burt's disapproval.

"Hello?" Kurt says anxiously, but there's nothing but sobs coming from the other end, "Blaine? Baby? Baby, answer me. What's wrong, why are you crying?"

"K-Kurt…" Blaine chokes out weakly between his quiet sobs, "Please…"

His eyes widen and he looks at Burt, panicking, but he keeps his voice soft and soothing for his boyfriend, "Blaine… Blaine, calm down, sweetie… I'm right here, okay? I'm right here. I need you to talk to me and tell me what happened. Can you do that?"

He tries to calm down, tries to take a deep breath, but he can't. He lets it out in another long sob, "M-my dad! He… and mom just st-stood there… not… doing anything!"

Kurt nods, tears filling his eyes, "What did he do, Blaine?"

"I need you…" He whispers brokenly, sniffing, "I need you…"

"I'll be over in ten minutes." He says back, hanging up, "Dad, can you-"

"Of course." Burt stands up, grabbing his keys.

The ride to Blaine's house was dead silent after Kurt explained to his dad what Blaine had said on the phone. It didn't really make sense, but he knew it had something to do with his horrible parents. He shouldn't have left. They pull up into Blaine's long drive way, and the two Hummel men visibly relax when they see that his parent's car is gone. After telling his dad to stay in the car, Kurt gets out and quickly enters the house, shocked at the sight before him. Everything was ruined. Furniture was tipped and things were thrown all over the house. He could only think the worst. His heart skips a beat when he hears his boyfriend's sobs coming from upstairs and he runs as fast as he possibly can. Kurt enters Blaine's room and sees him curled up on his bed, his body trembling as he sobs, his back facing him. As he makes his way over he can see marks on his bicep in the shape of a man's hand. Tears fill his eyes and he softly places a warm hand on Blaine's back, but he only lets out a soft cry of pain. He instantly pulls it back.

"Sweetheart…" Kurt sits on the bed and gasps softly when he sees his face, "Blaine… oh my God, did he do this to you? Did-?"

"Please… please just hold me… jus-just tell me that it'll be o-okay…" Blaine whimpers out, gripping the pillow, "Please, Kurt…"

Kurt instantly lies down and kicks off his shoes, crawling into the bed and tenderly wrapping him up in his arms, being as careful as possible. Blaine's face wasn't the worst part, Kurt could tell, but it did look pretty bad. His lip was split and his jaw was beginning to bruise and there was cut just above his left eyebrow that was still bleeding a lot. When Blaine couldn't take being held like that without wincing in pain, he pulls back and settles down nice and close to his boyfriend, their heads on the same pillow and with their noses touching. Kurt twines their legs carefully together and rests his hand on his tummy, worried and scared and just plain angry. How could someone do this to their own son? He keeps his eyes on his boyfriend, watching him as he starts to calm down.

"Sh-she's okay." Blaine croaks out, bringing a shaking hand to rest over Kurt's on his stomach, "I kept her safe. H-he… Kurt, I was so scared. It-it came out of nowhere an-and he was so… so angry with me…"

"Shh, you're okay now." He coos, lacing their fingers together, "You're safe. I'm here and you're safe. We don't have to talk about it yet, just try to relax."

"Can we leave?" He asks weakly, opening his eyes and looking into Kurt's, "I… I don't want to be here."

Kurt stares back into his eyes, slowly nodding, "Of course, baby. Do you want me to pack some stuff for you?"

Blaine nods a little and closes his eyes, "As much as you can…"

Once they got back to the house, Kurt helped Blaine change his clothes so that he would be more comfortable and he wanted to cry and scream and probably murder Mr. Anderson. There were bruises all over Blaine's back; they were turning a purplish, black color. It looked like he was slammed against a wall a few times or something. He didn't want to alarm Blaine, but he knew his boyfriend could tell he saw the bruises. After tucking him in, Kurt lies on the bed and tenderly strokes his hair, singing to him softly until he falls asleep. All he wanted to do was hunt down the bastard that did this to him and… well no. Kurt would never actually be able to kill someone, but he would come close if he could. Just the thought of Burt ever hitting one of his kids was ridiculous. He couldn't even imagine it. Blaine must have been terrified. The Andersons weren't very accepting, that was a given, but Kurt never thought they were violent. He never suspected they'd do something like this to their own kid. It was just harder for them to accept the fact that their son was gay; both of them thought that they'd have to come around eventually. Even Burt said to just give them some more time and that it was harder for some people. Kurt frowns as he continues to stroke his boyfriend's soft curls. It was sad that Blaine didn't have a good support system from his own family, but he has him now, and Finn and Carole and Kurt's dad and all of New Directions…

"How's he doing?" Burt asks later that night when Kurt came down for a glass of water.

"He's still asleep." Kurt sits down next to his dad and licks his lips, slumping down into the couch, "He's really messed up, dad. His back is… it's covered with bruises. I just… I can't see how someone could do this. Especially to someone as sweet as Blaine."

"Some people just don't deserve to have kids." He shakes his head and squeezes his son's shoulder softly, shaking his head a little with a frown, "He'll stay with us. For as long as he needs… even if it means moving in for good. I can't… I won't have him around those people again."

"You love him, don't you?" Kurt smiles and looks at his dad, "He's got you wrapped around his finger."

"You love him and I love you." Burt rolls his eyes and smiles when Kurt continues to stare at him, "Alright, fine. I love the kid. He did get me those amazing tools for Christmas."

"Blaine's a kiss-ass." He grins a little and sighs, looking down at his hands, "I'm glad you think of him like that though. He really needs it."

"I know." The older Hummel smiles and pats his son's shoulder, "He lucky to have you in his life, and personally… I can't wait to meet the little one in a few months. I'm a sucker for babies."

He looks at him, happy tears in his eyes, "I can't wait either."

"Awe, now don't start with the tears." Burt laughs, "Because if you cry, I'll cry."

"Well, we wouldn't want that." He laughs and looks down again; just then, a piercing cry comes from upstairs. His eyes widen, "Blaine."

Kurt was up the stairs in an instant.