Hey guys! So, i`m gonna try and update today for you all once again (: two chapters in the span of two days? Yaaaayyy :D Okay, anywhoo. On with the story!

Blaine watched as Kurt packed his bags, chattering on about how happy he was to be going back to his own house, his own room, his own enviornment. Blaine just smiled, nodding and answering where needed. Kurt stopped, suddenly dropping everything and running to hug him. Blaine laughed, holding him tightly, kissing his neck sweetly. Kurt nuzzled his face against Blaine`s neck and sighed.

`Have I ever told you how much I love you?`

Blaine smiled, making circles on Kurt`s hips with his fingers.

`Maybe once or twice.`

`Cause it`s too much. Way too much. It`s aggravating sometimes.`

Blaine pulled back, giving him a quick eskimo kiss.

`I`m sorry baby.`

Kurt smiled, pulling back.

`It`s aggravating... But tolerable. And sometimes beneficial.`

Blaine raised an eyebrow, smirking and Kurt just giggled. Blaine sighed to himself, his heart aching with joy that Kurt was back to normal. He`d been in the psych ward for only two weeks but he was so much better. Being in a closed enviornment, just given time to rest, relax, think about himself; that was what he needed. But he`d missed this. Watching Kurt, listening to Kurt. Loving Kurt in the smallest of ways at all times.

He just missed Kurt.

`So...`

Blaine looked up at Kurt as he spoke, and smiled as he shyly rubbed his elbow, looking down at him under long lashes.

`When we get home, can we lay down and cuddle for a while?`

Blaine smiled, grinning.

`I`d love that.`

Blaine and Kurt walked through the front door of the house, giggling amongst themselves about something, when they froze upon looking into the living room. Thomas stood, along with Ebony, talking with Burt and Carole.

`Dad..? What`s going on?`

Burt looked at Kurt and smiled.

`Nothing`s wrong, Kurt. Thomas found out who the shooter was.`

`Who!`Blaine practically spat out the exclamation, praying to God it was his father; then he`d have an excuse to beat his ass.

`It wasn`t your father, as we suspected it was; though he is being put under trial for domestic abuse, and homicide threats. But, the shooter was actually one of the coworkers of Mr. Anderson. He suffered from major bipolar, and was also mentally unstable. He went to three houses at random the night he shot Burt; Burt was the lucky one. He survived.`

Blaine felt his stomach coil.

`Who died?`

`A thirteen-year-old girl and a seventy year old man.`

Blaine rubbed his forehead.

`God...`

Thomas nodded solemnly.

`I know. But we caught him and he can`t hurt anyone else now.`

Blaine nodded slowly when he felt Kurt tug on his shirt.

`Kurt..?`

`I just want to go upstairs..`

Blaine nodded, grabbing Kurt`s bag and following Kurt up the stairs, mouthing a silent `thank you`to Thomas as he did so, who just nodded in acknowledgment. Blaine followed Kurt through the door, setting the bag down and closing it behind him. Kurt was already spread out on the bed, his face buried in his pillows.

`Ifsmelfsliffyo.`

Blaine laughed softly, sitting down next to him.

`Want to lift your head and try that one again?`

`It smells like you.`

Blaine smiled.

`Well, I have been sleeping alone in here for two weeks.`

Kurt flipped himself under the blankets, looking up at Blaine, opening his arms like a child waiting for his teddy bear. Blaine smiled, crawling underneath, pulling Kurt into his arms, who quickly snuggled himself against Blaine, their bodies slotting together perfectly. Kurt let out a happy sigh, smiling contently as Blaine kissed his hair sweetly. Blaine wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt, just wanting him to be as close as possible.

'I love you...'

Kurt smiled, leaning his head up, and kissing the crook of Blaine's neck.

'I love you too, beautiful.'

Blaine let out a small puff of breath, which Kurt knew was a sign of disbelief; more towards him being called beautiful than anything else. Kurt put his hand on Blaine's hip, sliding his thumb up under his shirt, rubbing the warm, smooth skin of his hip gently. Blaine closed his eyes, breathing gently. Kurt slid his hand up over his stomach and chest, feeling the smooth skin, as well as the bumps and indents from the scars. Kurt pulled the sheets down, and leaned down, peppering his chest with kisses. Blaine closed his eyes tightly, his eyes beginning to well up with tears; he felt he didn't deserve to be worshipped like this, the way Kurt was loving him so sweetly despite his disgusting, horrid flaw. He pushed Kurt back gently, who looked up at him in concern.

'Blaine..?'

Blaine wiped his eyes with his hands.

'I don't deserve this Kurt... You're treating me like i'm perfect, I don't deserve that at all.. I'm not worth it...'

'You're right.'

Blaine looked at him, his eyes flashing with suprise as well as hurt. Kurt kissed his lips fiercely, pulling his body against his. He pulled back, his blue eyes smouldering.

' You deserve more.'

Blaine looked at him, his hazel eyes searching, aching to find any sign of a lie, any sign of untruth in those deep blue eyes. Anything he could use to know he was worthless, that he didn't deserve Kurt.

He found only one thing.

Love.

Blaine curled himself against Kurt, closing his eyes tightly as he began to cry. Kurt pulled the boy against his own body, rubbing his back soothingly. He knew Blaine needed this. He had just realized he was loved, truly and purely loved by someoen who would never let him go.

That was something Blaine had never felt.

Kurt softly told Blaine how much he loved him, how perfect he was, kissing him everywhere he could reach, running his hands over his arms and back soothingly. Blaine just kept whispering how he loved Kurt too and he wanted him forever, his sobs making his breath hitch and his body quiver. He buried his face into Kurt's chest, just wanting to be close to him. Kurt just held on as though if he were to let go his whole world would fall apart.

In all truth, both of their worlds probably would.

Carole heard the doorbell ring, glancing at the clock; it was 9:58 pm at night, who would be here at this time? Her chest tightened as she remembered the shooting, but she calmed herself. She looked through the peephole and froze. She contemplated whether to open the door or not; she didn't think this person deserved it. She sighed, unlocking it and opening the door, revealing a teary-eyed Mrs. Anderson.

'What do you want.' Ice dripped from Carole's words and Mrs. Anderson's eyes flickered down, knowing she deserved nothing less.

'I want to see my son.'

'My son. You abandoned him. You left him hanging.'

Mrs. Anderson looked up at her, pleading in her eyes.

'Please. I just want to talk to him.'

'You have no right to come to my house, to talk to the poor boy you left out your door who loved you-'

'...What are you doing here..?'

The two looked up and saw Blaine standing at the top of the stairs, staring down blankly. Mrs. Anderson looked up at him, stepping forwards but Carole stood in her way.

'Blaine, I wanted to talk to you...'

'Talk, then.'

Mrs. Anderson took in her son's appearance, his eyes, just like hers. His curls, his skin. She loved him. She didn't want to let him go; though she knew it was far too late for that.

'I love you, Blaine.'

Blaine let out an indignant laugh.

'Really? Really? You think you can just walk up to me, say you love me and i'm going to run into your arms and everything will be perfect? Mom you left me when I needed you the most! You were the only one who loved me! And what's worse, is you and dad both lied to me that Ebony is alive! I found her, by the way.'

Mrs. Anderson bit her lip, fighting back tears.

'Blaine, wha's going on...' The sleepy voice of Kurt floated out of the room as he stepped out into the hall behind Blaine. He froze as he saw Mrs. Anderson, his sleepiness abandoning him as it was replaced with pure anger.

'What is she doing here.'

Blaine crossed his arms angrily.

'I want to know the same thing.'

Mrs. Anderson looked from Carole, to Kurt, to Blaine. She just wanted to prove to Blaine she cared.

'Blaine, you know that if I had stayed your father-'

'Would have screamed? Tried to hurt you? Got mad? Well guess what mom, I would have protected you. I would have done everything in my power to make his head be smashed against the wall if he ever tried to touch you, but you left me behind anyway. The man who really loved you that was in your life, you abandoned for an abusive piece of shit!'

Blaine walked into his and Kurt's room and Kurt stared down at her.

'You are not welcome anywhere near Blaine. Get the fuck out of my house.'

Kurt walked into the room after Blaine, closing the door and Carole and Mrs. Anderson could hear Blaine hit the floor, crying, Kurt trying to comfort him. Mrs. Anderson stared at the stairs until she heard the voice of Carole pipe up.

'Time to go. I think you've said quite enough.'

Mrs. Anderson nodded slowly, pulling an envelope out of her pocket.

'Just... Give him this. This was rightfully his.'

Carole eyed it for a moment before taking it. Mrs. Anderson walked away, getting in her car and driving away. Carole closed the door, locking it again as she looked inside the envelope. She saw there was a cheque and a letter. She walked up the stairs, and knocked on Kurt's door gently. Kurt answered it, and Carole handed it to him. He opened it, and looked at the letter, then gasped, pulling out the cheque, his eyes wide in shock. He turned to Blaine who was on the bed.

'Bl...Blaine..?'

'What...'

Kurt swallowed thickly.

'Your dad stole money from you, and hid it in a vault... Your mom left you a cheque to give it back to you...'

Blaine blinked, confused.

'Money...'

'Blaine... The cheque is for ten thousand dollars.'

That's it for now (:

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-Echo.