A/N: Okay! So, it's been a while, eh? Sorry about that, I feel AWFUL. I had exams (which sucked royal Hippogriff), then over the break I was busy with Christmas and being sick, and then I went out of town and just askdasljdakldj. But here it is, sadly it's not some huge amazing chapter, but at least it's something. I'll try to make next chapter longer, and I have some gasp worthy moments already thought up!

So here you go, I hope you're guys' holiday was awesome! :D

It had been a long day. For starters he had only slept three hours the previous night, then he woke up late and had to rush to school, and since his mom was at work in the morning and his father had refused to drive him, he had been forced to run to the school building, which was very far away. Along with that he had two tests, he had been beaten up again by the same jackass football players, and most of his teachers had decided to give him homework.

Needless to say, he was tired. He was definitely ready to take a nap and lounge around for a few hours before he started up on the homework. He threw his backpack to the ground and toed off his shoes before shuffling over to the couch and falling back onto it with a huff. After settling down into the plush cushions he let his eyes droop, but before he could fall asleep there was a loud crash from upstairs that caused him to jump up. The crash was followed by muffled yells, causing Blaine to sigh. His mom and dad were at it again.

It had been this way for the past few weeks now, ever since he had come out to his parents; the fights, the yelling, the loud mysterious crashes from upstairs. He knew it must be about him, it was obvious as soon as he had come out that his father did not approve. Whenever he asked his mom about it she replied with something like, "Oh honey, he'll be alright! He's just adjusting, no need to worry," but how could he not? He had earned glare upon glare from his father, and the older man rarely said a word to him anymore. And now the fights.

Many times he worried about his mother. She never had bruises or marks, but she rarely smiled. If his father wasn't physically damaging her he sure was emotionally. He often wondered if his father did in fact hit her, especially now that the fighting had sounded more serious and occurred more often.

He was so deep in his thoughts he hadn't noticed the rushed footfalls coming down the stairs, or the elder man swooping into the room and rushing to the couch where he lay. Only when he was jerked from the couch by the collar did he notice the man staring at him with angry eyes.

"It's all your fault, damn it! We were fine until you had to come and tell us you were a faggot!" His father spat at him, his breath smelling strongly of liquor, "You did this, Blaine! You ruined everything!" The man was shaking him now, and Blaine was wincing in fear.

Before his father could do anything more he was yanked away from the man's grip and into the embrace of his mother, "Go! Now Tim," she yelled forcefully, "Get the hell out!" Blaine heard retreating footsteps and then the front door slam. He snuggled farther into his mother's warm embrace and let the silent tears fall from his eyes. His mom stood there, holding him and brushing back his hair, attempting to comfort him.

"I'm so sorry, Mom. I never meant for this to happen! I didn't—"

"Oh, Baby. You didn't do this, shh. It's not your fault."

Suddenly the scene changed, he was no longer in the warm, comforting embrace of his mother's arm. Now he stood in the middle of a dark, damp street. It was nearly pitch black apart from the one flickering street light that cast a weak, yellow beam over a small part of the area. He could see in the distance the shadow of an overturned car on the side of the road.

His heart thumped loudly in his chest and ears as he rushed over to the car and peered through the window. At first he saw nothing, just darkness, until he saw a pale hand slap against the window, and the face of his mother appear. She was bloodied, and much paler than usual, and her appearance caused Blaine to jump back in fear before realization hit him like a ton of bricks and he began to bang against the door.

"Mom! Mom!" He screamed into the silent night, grabbing for the door handle and tugging helplessly at it. The door did not budge, and he could hear his mother's fearful screams now, muffled but still filling his ears. Tears were pouring down his face now as he continued to pull at the door and bang on the window.

"Blaine!" He could hear his mom screaming for him, "Blaine!"

"Blaine!"

Blaine's eyes snapped open and he jerked upright in one swift movement. His eyes darted around the dark room and slowly adjusted as they landed on the lean silhouette of Kurt. He could see the boy's eyes wide in concern, and feel his hand on his shoulder. Blaine's breathing slowed and he slumped down a bit, looking away from Kurt. He felt Kurt's hand slide down his arm and to his hand, grabbing it promptly and holding it in both of his.

"Hey," he said, making Blaine look up, "You want to talk about it?" He knew not to ask if the boy was okay, it was obvious he wasn't; who would be? He knew how this felt, too. The pain the boy was going through was something he had been through himself. He watched Blaine shake his head, and he nodded a little.

"Come here," Kurt said, bringing the boy into his embrace and holding him tightly against his chest. At first Blaine sat in his arms stiffly, but soon he melted into it and tugged the brunette closer to him, his face burying into the boy's neck as tears began streaming down his face.

It felt like Kurt's heart was crumbling in his chest as he watched the boy's demeanor change. The same guy who, when they had first meant, hid behind a wall of sexual comments and inappropriate behavior, was now a crushed, broken boy. Kurt was glad in some ways that Blaine had finally decided not to hide from him, but it also hurt him to see the person he… liked, in pain.

Blaine continued to clutch him for a while, and it seemed like it had been hours before Kurt felt the dark headed boy's arms go limp around him and his tears cease. He laid Blaine back on the bed gently and sighed, he looked so peaceful as he slept, like he had no problems in the world. Kurt brushed a stray curl off of the boy's forehead before he too lay back on the bed and attempted sleep. This was easier said than done he realized, as thoughts of Blaine filled his head.

What if he lets his walls back up again? What if he shuts me out? He couldn't help but worry about it as he laid there in the dark room. It seemed very likely that something like that could happen with what Blaine was currently going through. After Kurt's mother died he had stopped being his regular, bubbly self and hid from the world. What if Blaine did the same? Kurt desperately hoped he wouldn't.

The school allowed Blaine to stay home Friday, along with all of next week, so he stayed with the Hudmel's, because there was no way he was going to his house. Carole and Burt took turns staying home with them despite the fact that Blaine constantly insisted that he was fine and could watch over himself. In that week, Blaine barely spoke. At dinner he ate in silence, only speaking when spoken to, and he stayed to himself in the guest room for the most part; sneaking off to Kurt's room in the middle of the night and curling under the covers with him. Kurt never asked questions, he only lay in bed with open arms, wrapping them around Blaine's small figure and brushing his fingers through the chocolate curls. Some nights they would talk, others they would cry, and some nights Blaine would just fall asleep.

On the day of his mother's funeral, Blaine sat at the table with a distant look as they ate breakfast. The following night had been hell for him. He had barely gotten any sleep, being constantly awoken by the same reoccurring nightmare. Kurt would lull him back to sleep, only for him to wake an hour or so later. Needless to say, it was a long night.

Blaine picked at his food quietly, ignoring the concerned gazes being sent his way from Burt, Carole, Finn, and Kurt. After a few minutes of silence he dropped his fork and let out an aggravated sigh.

"Okay seriously, I'm fine!" He laughed humorlessly, standing up and putting his hands on the table for support, "You guys can all stop giving me those looks and worrying because I am fine!" Blaine shook his head and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the lump in his throat. Everyone watched quietly as Blaine stood there panting.

Finally, Kurt stood up and grabbed Blaine into a hug. The curly haired boy quickly accepted it, melting into the hug and nuzzling his face into the coiffed boy's neck. Carole wiped a tear from her cheek as they all took in the scene unfolding in front of them. Everyone was thinking the same thing in that moment; they had never seen him so broken.

Blaine raised his head after about ten minutes and wiped at his eyes furiously before clearing his throat and stepping away from Kurt.

"Sorry."

"It's fine, Blaine. I… I get it," Kurt reassured him, sending him a half-hearted smile. The two boys stared at each other a moment before Kurt sighed, "So you ready to go?"

"Definitely not, but I guess I kind of have to," he replied, looking over his shoulder at Burt, Carole, and Finn, "I'll see you guys later…" He said, waving awkwardly before walking off to the living room, Kurt following behind him after saying goodbye.

The ride to the funeral home was silent. All too soon the car was pulling into the car park of the home. Kurt parked the car and unbuckled his belt before turning to Blaine. He reached over and took hold of the other boy's hand, holding it tightly in his. Blaine clutched onto Kurt's hand and looked over to the brunette boy. It hurt Kurt to see the sadness and pain in those hazel eyes, he wanted so much to be able to take that look away, to take it back to the happiness they had had not so long ago.

"We can leave whenever you want, okay?" Kurt told him, his hand grasping his even tighter.

Blaine nodded, looking at the small building out of the windshield. He felt a soft hand on his cheek, and then his eyes met Kurt's.

"I'm proud of you, you know," Kurt said, his voice a bit shaky, "I know how hard this is, and you could have very easily just ignored it all and started acting like a complete jackass again, but… you didn't. You're so strong Blaine."

Kurt watched the boy bite his lip and swallow thickly, sending Kurt a small, jerky nod in response as his eyes began to water.

"I'm so glad you're proud of me, Kurt. I want you to be," he let the tears fall freely now, running down his tanned cheeks and falling to his perfectly pressed, white button-up. He felt a hand on his neck before he felt Kurt's soft lips press gently to his. He sighed into the kiss through his nose and let his hand fall from the brunettes and move to his torso as the other boy's arms wrap around the smaller boy's neck.

They sat in the car for a few minutes, just basking in this moment, before finally Blaine pulled back.

"I suppose we should go in there now," he said, nervously wringing his hands together.

"Hey," Kurt said, grabbing the boy's hand from his torso and grasping it in his own, "I'll be right by your side the whole time."

"Hey bud, dinner's ready if you're hungry," Blaine heard outside his door. It had been a few hours or so since he and Kurt returned to the Hudmel's after the funeral, and Blaine decided he wanted some time to himself, escaping to his room. He'd been lying in the same position on his bed for a majority of the time, unmoving and just thinking; thinking of his mom, thinking of what would happen now. He couldn't get the image of his mother's cold, lifeless body lying in the casket.

He'd played back the scene a million times now. Walking up to the casket, surrounded by a sea of strangers who would shake his hand and give their apologies, he could only find a few familiar faces. One of the things that sickened him the most though was the fact that, out of the few familiar faces, his father wasn't one. Blaine was, in no way, looking forward to seeing his father, but the fact that he wasn't at his own wife's funeral sickened Blaine.

Blaine ran a hand over his face, pushing the thoughts away before answering Burt.

"I'm okay."

"Mind if I come in?" Burt's voice asked. Blaine bit his lip, he liked Burt a lot, but did he really want to talk to the man about any of this? After a moment's debate, he sighed and nodded.

"No it's fine."

The door opened and Burt walked in, glass of water in hand. He sat the glass on the nightstand before sitting at the end of the bed and looking at Blaine.

"Figured you might be thirsty," he explained, nodding to the drink.

Blaine sat up and grabbed the drink and took a gulp before sitting it back down and nodding appreciatively.

"Thanks."

The two sat I silence for a minute before Burt said what was on his mind.

"You know you can talk to me whenever you need to, right? I went through this with Kurt and I know how badly it hurts. You may not be my son, but you're close enough to one. I love you kid."

Silence followed.

Blaine let the words of Burt Hummel sink in. Those three words that he so rarely heard had been said, and even in the darkest of times, he could feel a spark of happiness ignite in his chest. He knew Kurt cared, and somewhere deep down he knew that Carole and Burt, and even Finn cared, but for these thoughts to be voiced… well, that was completely different.

Blaine launched himself at Burt, grabbing the older man into a hug. It was nice, different from any other hug he'd received, it was the hug of a father; the hug of a dad. It was reassuring, hopeful, and loving. It was so many things that Blaine had always longed for in a hug growing up, but really never received. And after losing the one person who did give him hugs even slightly similar to this, it was a breath of fresh air.

"I love you too, Burt."

A/N: Okay one more quick thing! I'm planning a new story! I know I said I would do a sequel to this, which I will, but I think what's going to happen is I'm going to finish this one up, start my new story, and then maybe half way through the new story or so I'll start on the sequel.

If any of you have watched the One More Night AU video then you'll have a pretty good idea of what my next story's about. I am SUPER excited!

And now I send you all the huggles of the world :D