Hey guys, this was done and ready to put on yesterday, but with the recent death of Cory (AKA Finn) I rewrote it so instead of having Burt help them; they have Finn and Puck because that is the best bromance ever. So Enjoy and... RIP Cory who was my inspiration. This is for you.
Blaine walked in first, followed shortly by Kurt who had a reassuring hand on the small of his back. Mr and Mrs Anderson were talking quietly, pausing only when the two boys walked in. There was only one chair that wasn't being used. Blaine offered it to Kurt but he shrugged and pushed Blaine onto it, then, after a moments glance sat on his lap. Blaine's eyes widened, his hands automatically going to Kurt's waist as he glanced at his parents. His father looked furious, going a deep shade of red and glaring at Kurt. And, as always couldn't work out his mother's expression. It looked disapproving but didn't reach her eyes which were soft and almost... Accepting. Blaine never knew where he stood with his mother. His father was very vocal about how he opposed to Blaine's 'lifestyle' he was and frequently did all he could to get him out of this 'phase.' His mother, on the other hand, never openly denounced him, but never said she approved either.
"Blaine." Michael said sternly. "Would you like to tell your mother and me, why we returned home to find you..." He tried to find the right word. "Having relations with a boy? Well, I say boy." Kurt flinched holding on to Blaine, who suppressed a growl; he knew how self-conscience Kurt was with his looks.
"Oh trust me father, Kurt is all man." He said snidely, Stroking Kurt's hip in comfort. How dare he say such a things.
"Don't speak of such perversion in MY house." Michael snarled gripping the edge of his chair. "You know the rules. No boys..." He gave a look to Kurt. "In our house, especially while we are away!" He seethed.
"Maybe I didn't want to be alone after there was a gun in my school!" Blaine nearly shouted. Kurt having to stroke his curls softly placing a kiss to the side of his head. "You didn't even check to see if I was ok!" He whispered softly, tears streaming down his face. His mother made to move. But Michael put his hand firmly on her wrist, making her stay seated.
"We watched the news. No casualty's." He said dismissively. Kurt couldn't stand to see the broken-hearted look on his loves face and stood up glaring at Michael.
"BUT HE COULD HAVE!" Kurt screamed "WOULDN'T YOU HAVE CARED? AFTER THE NEWS BROKE I WAS TERRIFIED, I GOT THE FIRST FLIGHT I COULD AND GOT THE TIME OF WORK BECAUSE WHETHER OR NOT HE WAS PHYSICALLY HURT! HE WAS EMOTIONALLY! HE WAS IN THAT SCHOOL FOR TWO HOURS! NOT KNOWING IF THE NEXT PERSON THROUGH THE DOOR WOULD KILL HIM!" He seemed to run out of steam, breathing heavily. "When are you going to realize that your son needs you. That he loves you? Blaine being gay doesn't stop that. And if you can't accept that Blaine is gay and has a boyfriend, that's too bad because I am here to stay. And as long as he wants me I'll be there." He turned to look at Blaine tears pouring down the latter's cheek he took his hand and kissed it.
"I want you out of my house fag!" Michael screamed standing up and striding towards him. "You do not tell me how to raise my boy! Blaine." He snapped "Choose. Us. Or that!" He glared at Kurt. Blaine looked from his parents to his true love. "No competition." He said simply kissing Kurt's cheek. Michael saw red and lunged towards Kurt. "This is your fault fag." He screamed pushing him into the wall, Kurt giving a small yelp of pain. "You turned my own son against me." Michael raged as he started to punch Kurt, who could only bring his arms up to stop the blows raining down on him. Blaine screamed loudly trying to pull him off to protect his boyfriend, looking around panicked. He picked up a heavy book and threw it at the older man, hitting him on the head making him fall to the floor in pain. Blaine ran to Kurt and helped him up. "Oh, my beautiful boy." He whispered stroking his red cheek. He turned angrily to his father who also had also regained his footing. Before Blaine could talk however, Michael's dark voice filled the air. "Get out." He ordered.
"Gladly." Blaine sneered, as he moved to go upstairs to pack his things. But his father stood in the way. "Out now." He ordered again.
"But...but my stuff... My guitar... My car keys." He said in shock.
"All brought with my money." He snarled grabbing Blaine and dragging him out, Kurt hot on their heels, as soon as Kurt and Blaine were out of the house, the door slammed with a bang. Blaine let out a small sob; Kurt immediately wrapped his arms around him.
"Shhh baby... It's ok. You can stay with me. Shhhh." He soothed trying to stay calm. "Come sit down here." He pulled him to the curb. Grabbing his phone and ringing Finn.
"Sup dude?" He answered distractedly.
"Don't call me dude." Kurt said softly. He liked the name even though he would ever admit it. "I need you to pick us up."
"But Kurt! I'm kicking Puck's ass at halo." He moaned "Can't Blaine take you home?" He begged.
"Blaine got kicked out... His...his dad took his car away from him and now were stuck here." He said softly trying not to upset Blaine more. He heard Finn yell at Puck and pause the game.
"Holy shit man, ok. Me and puck will be there in 10. Are you two hurt?" He asked grabbing his jacket.
"He punched me... A lot... And Blaine..." He looked down at him. "Blaine is really upset." He whispered.
"Ok be there in 10." He promised handing up.
By the time Puck's pick up pulled up to the curb where the two boys were, Blaine had fell asleep, his head leaning on Kurt's shoulder.
"You look like hell man."
"Hello to you to Puck." Kurt said sarcastically.
"Let's see." He said softly grabbing Kurt's chin and looking at the bruises that had formed. "Ouch Hummel... When we get back to yours I'll put some ice on that." He smiled softly.
"Thank you, Noah." He smiled. They had come a long way from the dumpster diving days.
"Don't mention it. You're my boy." He grinned "So... How we gonna do this?" He looked at Blaine worriedly as Finn opened the backseat door. "Can you carry him Kurt?" Finn asked "or we can?" He suggested.
"Can...can you do it? I don't think..." He was stopped by Finn who rested a hand on his shoulder as Puck picked him up and placed him in the back seat.
"Can you walk bro?" Finn whispered softly. Kurt nodded and stood up shakily, and, with a little help of his brother managed to get in the car next to Blaine placing his head in his lap. Blaine mumbled something and shifted. "Shhh it's ok. We're safe. Go back to sleep." Kurt whispered stroking a curl of his face. Blaine grunted and shifted, falling back to sleep.
"So...what happened?" Finn asked turning in his seat as Puck started on the journey back. Kurt took a deep breath and started to explain, gently stroking Blaine's hair. By the end, Kurt was crying silently, Pucks hands were holding the steering wheel tightly. Trying to keep calm and not turn around and cause hurt to the man who hurt his boys-yes Blaine was one of his boys, and Finn, was shocked of the notion that someone could hurt someone like Blaine... He was so nice.
"So he doesn't have any clothes... His guitar... His books. Not even his car...he might not have his cell either." Kurt said bitterly.
"We'll get his stuff. Won't we Puck?" Finn said darkly.
Puck nodded "Right. Next time they go away. We nail the joint." Kurt snorted lightly.
"This isn't a gangster movie Noah... Anyway... You can't... One wrong move and you will get arrested, and this time, no Juvie. Just prison." Kurt warned softly knowing how much the bad boy had hated Juvie.
"We'll find a way." Puck promised.
"Kurt." Finn said quietly "why... Why did you pick me? Why didn't you call Burt?"
"I...I didn't want to worry him... And this is a really odd thing to go to your dad about. Getting caught in bed after having sex...I didn't need a parent. I needed a brother. I know we've had problems...but I really love you Finn. You're the only brother I have." Kurt whispered softly. Looking at Blaine and feeling embarrassed that Noah was listening to the whole conversation, when he did finally look at Finn, he was shocked to see tears in his eyes. He reached out and grabbed Kurt's hand.
"You have taught me so much... You... You've taught me what it means to be a real man. It doesn't matter if you like boys... You're an amazing person. And I'm sorry it took me so long to see it. You're my little...older." He laughed as he saw Kurt's expression. "And you're right... If I ever had a problem, and I needed help... You would be the first person I would call." He admitted. A few months ago it would off been Puck... But he realised Kurt is just as strong...if not stronger, emotionally anyway. And that's what he loved about him. They shared a content look as Puck pulled into the Hummel driveway.
"Ok go hug it out." Puck ordered getting out the car and gently lifting Blaine up. Kurt following and hugging Finn tightly, scared to let go.
"Love you bro." Finn whispered in his ear.
"Love you Finn." He replied a tear running down his face.
"Ok...A lot of love. Now please open the door? For a little guy he's heavy." Puck called out. The brothers laughed as they finally parted nodding to one another as Finn opened the door.
"Puck put him on the sofa, I'll go get some ice for Kurt." He said rushing into the kitchen. Kurt helped Puck carry Blaine into the living room and onto the sofa. Kurt grabbed a blanket and draped it over him.
"Thank You." He whispered softly when Finn handed him some ice wrapped in a towel he winced as it hit his sore and bruised skin "Both of you." He glanced at Puck.
"Family is Family." Finn shrugged.
"And family means no one gets let behind" Puck nodded, pausing when both boys looked at him in shock "What?" He asked confused.
"Did you just, like, quote Disney?" Finn asked slowly, while Kurt was still staring open mouthed in shock.
"Hey! Disney is awesome. It's totally badass." Puck defended earning a chuckle that came from under the blanket.
"Yeah it is." Blaine chuckled opening his eyes and looking around "where...?" He wondered.
"At mine, you're safe now. Finn and Puck got us." Kurt soothed holding his hand.
"Kurt! Your face." He whispered sitting up and looking closely, a single finger reaching up to trace a bruise underneath his eye. Pulling his hand away when he winced "Sorry baby, for everything ." He sighed kissing him "It was my faul.."
"Don't you dare Blaine Devon Anderson!" Kurt said fiercely holding him tight "It was not your fault, It was your asshole of a father." He muttered bitterly.
"Yeah dude, don't worry about it." Finn said softly placing a hand on his shoulder.
"And tomorrow we will go get your stuff. Promise." Puck smiled ruffling his hair.
"Thank you, all of you." Blaine said tears pooling in his eyes. "I don't need them for family, I have you guys. Two brothers and a soul mate." He whispered, seeing all three look at him, like he mattered, not with disgust like he was used to. It even looked like Puck a tear in his eye.
"Family hug" Puck cried pulling his brothers into a bone crushing hug. It was uncomfortable seeing as Blaine was still half lying down and Finn and Puck were sat on the floor, but they made it work. They always will."
In case you're wondering why Puck was there... He was because I love him so just say he never left Ohio or is back for a while. Any way hope you enjoyed