Hey guys (: Sorry for the last short filler chapter I threw in- I just felt bad for not giving you guys anything to work with so i thought it was better than nothing- and you guys seemed to like it, so i guess it was okay.

So yeah. Story. Here we go, hopefully this chapter is longer.

Blaine sat at the desk, staring down at it questioningly. He was staring off behind the journals next to the mirror, that enticing envelope peeking out, practically laughing at him. Blaine worried his lip between his teeth, thinking deeply.

Ten thousand dollars.

Ten thousand fucking dollars.

"What in the hell am I even supposed to do with that?"

"What's wrong?" Kurt called from the bathroom, working away at his hair and Blaine just sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"That cheque that got left to me from someone's will- I still don't know who left it to me. And really, though? Ten thousand? What the hell?"

Kurt walked out, hair up and immaculate as always. He frowned slightly, sighing.

"Do you know of who in your family is either rich, really loves you, or hated your dad?"

Blaine laughed softly at that last bit.

"Well, my entire family line is well on money, so that doesn't really narrow it down much. I thought most of them loved me, but y'know, my parents did kick me out, so who knows. And I think most people hated my dad, Kurt."

"True enough, but, there has to be someone you can think of. Maybe even a relative who left something to the first born son in your family."

Blaine nodded, taking in that possibility.

"Yes, that could be true, but I just wish I knew who..."

Kurt blinked slowly.

"Why don't you call Ebony?"

Blaine sat up in his seat, pulling out his phone and Kurt just smiled, shaking his head.

"What would you do without me."

"Ten thousand dollars, eh?"

Blaine and Kurt blinked slowly as Ebony spoke with such a calm demeanor.

"Uh... Yeah."

Ebony laughed at their matching expressions, absolutely aghast. She set down her coffee, leaning back in the chair, the smell of warm coffee filling throughout the Lima Bean.

"Well, you wouldn't remember her, but when we were really young, our Grandpa came to visit all the time. You wouldn't have been a year old when he died. He loved you so much, and you were so much like him- You got his eyes, his humor, his voice."

Blaine blinked slowly, his stomach turning; how did he never know?

"Wh... What else.. What was he like?"

Ebony smiled softly, looking up in a familiar way.

"Oh, you just have to take a look at yourself, really. He always tried to be the hero- especially for things he couldn't fix. He believed in taking courage in everything you do, taking risks, but also being resevered and respecting others. He was also gay, Blaine."

Blaine's mouth hung slack slightly, and his hands trembled softly. Kurt took notice of his boyfriend's distress, lacing their fingers together, stroking his thumb over Blaine's knuckles soothingly. Blaine took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly, nodding at Ebony to continue.

"He was a really righteous man... He believed everyone should be equal, that there was no reason to judge any one else for what they liked, what color they were, who they liked- but there was only one problem."

"What was that?"

"Dad hated him."

Blaine felt his stomach drop, his heart pounding in his ears.

"Dad hated him so much, even though he was his own father- he never introduced any of his friends to him from what mom used to tell me, never took anyone to see him, when he was young, didn't take anyone to his house for fear they'd know he had two gay dads."

"I had two gay grandfathers... And I never knew?"

Blaine could feel his heart breaking as he spoke, the tears stinging his eyes, but he held them back, trying to take in the situation as Ebony slowly nodded, and Kurt gripped his hand harder; he had begun trembling as well.

"Yes. Dad's father's name was Jack- his husband was Connor."

"How come I only met one of them?"

Ebony bit her lip softly, looking down.

"Connor... He had leukemia."

Blaine swallowed thickly, shifting on his seat so he was cuddled against Kurt, who immediately let go of his hand to wrap his hands around his waist, allowing Blaine to lay his head on his shoulder, an invitation that Blaine gratefully took.

"Connor and Jack got married at the age of thirty-one and had been together since they were seventeen. They adopted dad when they were both twenty-eight, and Dad wasn't even the age of one. Connor got diagnosed with leukemia at age forty-one. He battled it for fifteen years, and it was okay, and bad, on and off. Jack always stayed by his side- he insisted they would be okay, they'd raise their son, that they'd be okay as long as they were together. Those two lived faithfully by that. Connor died at age fifty-eight, Jack was sixty at that age, Dad would have been 30 when Connor died."

"H..How did Dad react...?"

Ebony's look darkened.

"He showed no sympathy for his father. He didn't go to the funeral, said nothing to his dad- merely stayed at home. Mom was twenty-five then, and you were born the next month. Jack visited often, finding a spark of joy in you, his grandson after the loss of the love of his life. But he died the next year, shortly after you turned one- he wasn't eating properly and was getting deathly ill. He couldn't fight it anymore. His last words were that all he wanted was to see you happy, and to see Connor again."

Blaine gave up on holding back his tears, allowing them to roll down his cheeks, his body trembling. He took in quick little gasps of air and Kurt held him to his body, rubbing his back, kising the top of his head. Kurt was teary as well, whispering sweetly into his ear. Kurt looked up at Ebony, who was also crying softly. She was biting her knuckle, her black lipstick staining her knuckle.

"So.. Did Jack leave that money to Blaine?"

"Yes. It was his and Connor's savings. Connor left in his will Jack could do what he wanted with his share- Jack wanted it all to go to Blaine."

"Why didn't Blaine's dad use any of it?"

"Well, the will legally stated that it was Blaine Anderson that the money was to go to, so really, our Dad couldn't use it. He could put it into a savings, but he couldn't touch it without punishment."

Kurt nodded slowly.

"Okay... Okay."

He looked down as he felt Blaine pulling his shirt gently, and was encountered with Blaine's face buried in his neck.

"I wanna go home, Kurt," His voice was dry and weak, full of anguish and sorrow, and it broke Kurt's heart, "Can we just go home?"

Kurt helped him stand and turned to Ebony sadly.

"I think we should go... We both need to process this."

Ebony nodded, hugging Kurt and Blaine quickly before picking up her bag and leaving. Kurt helped Blaine out through the doors and to the car, and Blaine immediately curled up in the seat, crying into his arms. Kurt closed the door, walking over to the driver's side and began to drive them both home, his mind running at a million miles a minute.

He bit his lip as tears fell softly; he just wished he could help Blaine like Blaine's helped him.

Kurt sat at the table, staring down into his tea, watching the hot wisps of steam swirl away and up into the air. He took a deep breath, the scent of chamomile overflowing his senses, his exhale shaky and worried. When they got home, he took Blaine upstairs and they cuddled for a while as Blaine cried himself to sleep. Kurt was far from being able to sleep, so he tucked Blaine into the bed and came downstairs. He could hear Blaine softly crying in his unconcious state and he rubbed his forehead slowly, taking in a shaky breath. He heard heavy footfalls and looked over to see Finn walking into the room, staring at him awkwardly.

"Hey."

Kurt smiled weakly, "Hi, Finn." He winced as his voice cracked and came out dry. Finn blinked at him, sitting down at the end of the table, seeming to take some time to think about what to say next without confusing himself all the same.

"Um... I was playing video games in my room when I heard Blaine crying... I was just wondering if um, something was wrong, or... Yeah. Is he okay?"

Kurt stared at Finn, a warmth overtaking him as a grateful smile crept onto his lips at the fact Finn was really trying to comfort him somehow.

"Yeah. Well, he's shaken up and hurt, and slightly devastated but he'll be okay."

"Did you guys... You didn't break up, did you..?"

Kurt's jaw dropped open.

"What? No! God, no. "

Finn raised his hands.

"Sorry, just trying to figure out what happened.."

Kurt twirled his cup of tea in his fingers gently, staring into the ripples in the liquid.

"Why?"

Finn shifted awkwardly, rubbing his neck.

"Well, y'know... Blaine lives here now, y'know? And you're my brother, and you guys really love each other... So he's going to be my brother someday, I may as well start treating him as one now. And well, brothers look out for each other. Even if they don't always get along. Like that one time when I washed your whites with your colors."

Kurt laughed weakly, tears biting at his eyes again. He took in another shaky breath and sighed.

"Thank you, Finn. I really appreciate that you see Blaine like that, he's really going to need it right now."

Finn nodded slowly.

"Okay. I won't ask what all happened unless he's okay with it, but here's my next question..."

Kurt looked up at him inquisitively, confused as to why Finn suddenly looked so genuinely concerned.

"Are you okay, Kurt?"

Kurt swallowed, taking in a sharp breath. He raised his hand to his mouth, his lip beginning to quiver as tears fell from his eyes again. He put his head in his hand and shook his head as he cried.

"...No... No, I'm not okay, Finn... Blaine has made me so happy, and after I got raped I just expected him to up and leave but he didn't, and just..! I can't do anything! He's up there crying and having nightmares and so broken inside because of what his sister told us and I can't do anything to help him or make it better, Finn!" Kurt looked up, tears flowing down his cheeks and Finn's eyebrows were deeply knitted together, "Ijust want to make it all go away... I just want to make him happy..."

Finn nodded slowly, shifting again.

"But... You do, Kurt."

Kurt shook his head slowly.

"I can't right now!"

Finn put his fists against his mouth, thinking deeply on how to word what he was trying to say. He snapped his fingers and smiled as the words came to him, and he turned to Kurt again.

"Okay. So, y'know roller coasters? They can be fun, and scary. They can make you scream and cry, but laugh and smile at the same time. Some people hate them, some people love them, they have ups, downs, twists and turns, loops and sudden freefalls. They're kinda like life. People love some parts, but they hate others, like how you love turns but you hate loops because they mess up your flow, and I love loops because I feel like i'm flying."

Kurt stared at Finn incredulously, wondering to any God or deity how Finn came up with such an insistent analogy for, well...

Finn.

"I know Blaine's upset now, Kurt... But he wouldn't of stayed with you if you didn't make him feel happy. He wanted you to be up there cuddling him when he was crying, and he's always ran to you for everything, and he is transferring schools this year for you, I mean- sure, you guys had a sudden downfall, but you had just reached a peak the other night when you two... Well.. You know... But you guys had a lot of downs before that- so this is just another downfall before another tall climb. You get what I mean?"

Kurt smiled, standing up from his chair and walking around the table, hugging Finn tightly. Finn hugged him back slightly, smiling to himself that he actually said something helpful.

"Thank you, Finn. Thank you so much."

"That's what brothers are for, right?"

"YOU GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW OR I'LL CALL THE FUCKING COPS!"

"LET ME SEE MY SON YOU FAGGOT!"

Blaine shot up in the bed, almost tripping as he scrambled out of it. He shook the blankets off of his foot as he threw open the bedroom door and ran down the stairs as fast as he could, all he could register were Kurt's screams-

"Kurt, what the-"

He froze, as he hit the bottom step, encountered with Kurt standing in the doorway, face blood red with rage, eyes wild and fierce as his father stood on the porch, glaring down at him. Kurt lifted his hand, causing Blaine to stay frozen.

"Stay there Blaine."

"Let me see my son."

Kurt spat at his feet.

"You are NOT his father! My Dad is his father! You kicked him out of your fucking house, you have no fucking right to come on to my property, and try to see the boy you left out on the street!"

Thomas glared down at him, snarling slightly.

"You turned my son into a faggot. I think you're the one to blame for all this."

"Kurt is the only one who's ever truly loved me, don't bring this out on him."

Thomas turned to Blaine, about to open his mouth when Blaine stopped him.

"Wait. Let me take that back for a second- Kurt isn't the only one who's ever truly loved me... Ebony does, and so did JACK, Dad."

His dad froze in place, blood draining from his face as he became pale and Blaine growled angrily as he bit out his next words.

"Yeah. Ebony told me everything. How you kicked her out when she was young because she went against what you fucking wanted, and today she told me how my grandfather, your father left me ten thousand dollars which was his and Connor's savings. Connor died from leukemia- he was your DAD and you didn't even go to his fucking funeral? How can you do that to the man who raised you? He loved you, JACK loved you, Jack loved ME and I never even KNEW! You kept everything from me, you always made me feel like a failure to the rest of the family, and I lived with that, but now I know that there was someone besides Kurt who truly cared and he is DEAD! You have no right to come back and try and talk to me after all that!"

Thomas said nothing as tears streamed down his face and Kurt walked over to Blaine, hugging him gently, turning and glaring at Thomas.

"You have five seconds to get the hell away from my house. I may be too effeminate for you but my dad didn't fail to teach me how to use his shotguns."

Thomas glared at him, glancing at Blaine, reaching into his pocket and dropping the item he had retrieved onto the doormat, slamming the door and walking away. Kurt scrutinized the shiny object, unlatching himself from Blaine to lean down and retrieve it. He picked it up, and it was a pocketwatch. He opened the cover and gasped as he read the words that were engraved.

"Blaine, baby... Look at this..."

Blaine reached out and looked at the pocketwatch, smiling as he read.

Baby Blaine,

You are the music that ignited my dormant soul,

I'll love you now,

I'll love you in Heaven,

Just keep on smiling for us.

-Jack E. Anderson-Fehr, R.I.P. Connor B. Anderson-Fehr.

That's the end of that chapter!

(: Hope you guys like it.

-Echo.