He slams on the brakes, puts his car into park and tears from the car bolting to the front door. He almost forgets to lock it but he doesn't give a damn about his car, he just wants to have Blaine back in his arms. Safe.
Kurt rips the door open and slams it shut behind him. He takes the stairs two at a time and the only thing that stops him from breaking Blaine's bedroom door down is the sight of both his parents huddled against the door, clutching at each other for dear life. This is the couple that looked down at him, judged him just because he loves their son.
Now they look at him with the most hopeful expressions he's ever seen.
Pamela Anderson jumps up from the ground and Kurt takes notice of her dishevelled appearance. This is a women who prides herself in her presentation of herself. Not a single hair out of place. Now she has red rimmed eyes and her clothes are rumpled from sitting on the ground for so long. Before Kurt can say a word Pamela pulls him into a bone crushing hug. He hesitates just for a second before he wraps his arms around the obviously desperate mother.
She steps back slightly and looks right into his eyes "Please...help him..."
It's then that Kurt notices the sounds of his ex-boyfriend. His eyes fill with tears as he hears Blaine crying harder than he's ever heard before. It makes his heart hurt. He physically aches to have him in his arms, where he belongs.
He feels that deep found pull that takes his feet towards the door, now free of crying parents blocking it, and knocks ever so gently on the cold dark wood.
Blaine hears the soft knock but all it does is echo around his head causing him to feel the painful throbbing at his temples. His head pounds from the crying. His eyes and his chest hurts and all he wants is to do is crawl into a hole and die. He feels numb.
"Go 'way..." He knows he sounds pathetic but he couldn't care any less at this moment. He wants to wallow in his own self-pity for just that little bit more.
Kurt hears his true loves broken voice. Raw from all the crying. His heart tears a little.
"Blaine, honey...it's me..." He doesn't know how Blaine will react. He could kick him out especially after the disaster of Mr Shue's wedding.
He hears Blaine bolt from the bed, running across his room and unlocking the door. As soon as the soft click of the lock was sounded, Blaine rips the door open and falls into Kurt's arms.
His sobs are back and they are now louder than ever. His whole body shakes with the sheer force of them and all Kurt can do is hold him, trying to keep him from falling completely apart.
Blaine tucks his face into the crook of Kurt's neck breathing in his scent and he can feel the warmth spread through his body. He's clinging onto Kurt so tightly, fearing he would just walk away and leave him for good.
"Oh B...come on...shh shh baby..." Kurt brings both of them to sit at the bottom of the bed with Blaine still holding onto him. He brings Blaine fully into his lap, head tucked securely under his chin, Kurt's own arms around his shoulders and his face buried into Blaine's thick curls.
Blaine continues to sob uncontrollably in Kurt's arms and all Kurt can do is run his hand up and down his arm and whispering nonsensical words into his ear trying to calm him down.
As Blaine's cries turn into the occasional hiccup he starts to ramble "I-I'm s-s-sorry K-Kurt, s-so sorry. I-I know I d-don't deserve you or e-even t-this but...I-I need you Kurt...I need you an-and I-I don't want to live without you. I-I was sitting in that ch-choir room t-today and all that I could think about was y-you. M-maybe I don't have the right to even s-say that b-but it's true. I kept thinking that...I'll never h-hold you again or even...k-k-kiss you. Just one last time. I-I love you and I don't care if y-you don't want to hear it b-because it's true. I love you. And honestly...I hate myself. I hate what I did to you and I hate that I'm s-such a disappointment to my p-parents. When I was t-trapped in that room I just wished the shooter would come in and k-kill me...j-just s-so I didn't ha-have to do it m-myself..." Kurt felt like his whole world was crumbling. Hearing his soulmate talk about ending his life...Kurt was rendered speechless. He was horrified. "...I-I talk about c-courage Kurt but I don't have a-any. I'm a c-coward. I-I can't even stand up for m-myself. I-I let myself be beaten down t-time and time again and h-honestly I don't think I can get b-back up again. I might as well die because...because no one will care i-if I d-did. C-Cooper will get rid of his annoying little brother and my p-parents will ha-have the p-perfect family they've always wanted. No g-gay son to hide in the background so no one will know the respectable Anderson's has a-a-a...fag in their family. And you. You don't have to-to pretend n-not to hate me anymore. Y-You won't have any b-b-baggage lugging around st-stopping you from f-fulfilling your life."
Meanwhile the two Anderson's sit on the floor outside the door, Pamela leaning into Michael's chest, listening to every word. They feel like such failures and feel so guilty because they were a big part of the reason as to why Blaine feels like suicide is his only option. They can only imagine the true horrors if Kurt wasn't there to help him through this. They've never felt so cold or ill in their entire lives.
Kurt is broken out of his silent trance when Blaine starts to sob quietly into his chest "Honey B, pleaselook at me..." The term of endearment slips out of him but feels so right and natural. Blaine slowly lifts his head from his favourite spot on Kurt's chest and looks into the blue eyes he fell so deeply in love with. Kurt nearly breaks down completely at the sight of Blaine's sad filled eyes, he always loved that those bright hazel orbs could show all his emotions, love, happiness, excitement. Now they hold so much sorrow. He caresses his wet cheek "Blaine...how could you think that? Baby, I think if you...killed yourself...I would just die inside. B...I love you..." Blaine looks at him with so much hope "And I can't live without you either. I know you hurt me but...but it doesn't mean I never stopped loving you...And B, don't say that about your family. I know I've never been the biggest fans of how they treat you but...Cooper loves you and I know there's this horrible age gap that separates you and makes it hard for you two to bond but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you B. And your mom...wasn't it you who told me that although she normally is cold and ignores your existence but she has those days...those days when you walk through the door and she gives you a warm hug and calls you darling...and I know you love her because every time you talk about her like that your whole face lights up and...and you call her momma."
Blaine whimpers slightly at that, knowing there's a truth behind his words. "Blaine...I know you and your father's relationship is not great. I'm not going to sugar coat it but I think one day...one day I believe we can change his mind about you...about u-us. I believe on day he'll want to see his grand kids and pick them up and swing them around. He'll be Grandpa Anderson, the one who spoils them rotten."
Outside Michael Anderson smiles through his tears and finds himself wanting that. Wanting to be that man.
"I may not know if that will ever happen Blaine but...what I do know is I want to be with you. I know you cheated and you put all that on hold for us, but look at me when I say this, because I truly believe you need to hear this..." Blaine looks into his eyes once more "I forgive you."
Blaine sags into Kurt's body feeling like the weight of the world has been finally lifted off of his shoulders. He's never felt so boneless, and the tears start all over again. But this time they're tears of relief.
Blaine is just about to start protesting when Kurt jumps in first "And don't start with all this 'I don't deserve you' crap because...we deserve each other. We were made for each other B, I know, you know, even my Dad knows it...even if you made him give me a sex talk..." Blaine blushes a deep red but he laughs a little and that was what Kurt was aiming for. He smiles at Blaine and continues on "I want to start the rest of my life with you B, I love you, and nothing will ever get between us again. I promise you that. I just want the fun, loving, dorky Blaine who I fell in love with. The man who sings cheesy pop songs, and loves to be the little spoon because he can't sleep without my arms around him, and wears my hoodie just so he can be comforted by my scent."
Blaine smiles into his neck knowing he's been caught. He places a sweet loving kiss there, loving that he is now aloud to do that again. "And Blaine...? I can't wait to kiss every inch of you to show you just how much I love you..."
He feels Blaine tense under his palms but quickly forgets it as he relaxes once more and chuckles a little "I'd love that."
"But before we do that,I think we should take a nap and sleep off the tears. Afterwards I think we should talk to your parents though..."
"Kurt...I think that's a waste of time. They weren't there at the school when I came out after the shooting, they don't care..."
"Well...your Dad was the one who called my dad actually...He said that your Dad seemed pretty shook up about the shooting and he even offered to pay for me to come here just to make you feel better...I think he's starting to see what I see. That you're an amazing man who deserves to be loved. And you know deep down that your mom loves you. She really does..."
Blaine looks at him and sighs, cuddling in a little more "I don't know how much I believe you but I do want it. I'll talk to them...for you."
Kurt wants to argue that it should be for him but he's so tired. The crying and the long anxious flight to Ohio, not knowing if Blaine was okay. He picks them both up from the bottom of the bed and he pulls Blaine down into the pillows snuggling behind him. He is plastered to Kurt's chest and their hands are interlocked over his stomach. Kurt looks into his eyes and flickers down to his soft pink lips. He leans forward a little, giving him time to pull back and then his lips are on his. It's chaste and soft but is filled with so much love and despair from being pent up for so many months, filled with pain and longing.
"I am so glad you're here with me B, alive. I will never...everlet you go again...you hear me...?"
"Yeah...yeah" He whispers against his lips and his face breaks out into a watery smile. He kisses him once more and settles back into the pillows. Kurt's breathe tickles at the back of his neck and he's never felt so safe. The weight of his pale strong arms securely wrapped around his waist brings him more comfort than some hoodie can ever give.
Kurt is about to close his eyes when he feels something digging into his side. He pulls out a soft object out from beneath him and giggles lightly at what he finds "Blaine...is this Margaret Thatcher dog...?"
Blaine looks back at him slightly embarrassed that Kurt has found then only thing that gets him to sleep at night. "Ehhh...yeah it is..."
"And you kept it all this time...it's just a crappy little stuffed animal Finn won at Six Flags..." He smiles as he says that, secretly thrilled that he has this.
"Of course I still have it...you gave it to me...and to me...that means something."
"See...there's my dorky boyfriend"
Blaine laughs a little at this and kisses him softly again, so happy that he can do that as many times as he likes. They settle once more and start to drift off into the dark bliss of sleep.
Michael and Pamela Anderson feel exhausted themselves but can't even stomach the idea of sleep after the turmoil of this evening. They stand up and peer into his room together. They smile at what try see.
Blaine is smiling in his sleep and Kurt is too. They haven't seen him this peaceful since he was a small baby, wrapped up in a blue blanket in his little crib. They move the door a fraction, causing it to creak loudly in the silence of his room. Blaine's eyebrows furrow and he tense slightly. They watch as Kurt pulls Blaine somehow even closer to his chest and places a sweet kiss to his neck. Blaine immediately relaxes and his smile returns once more.
Michael and Pamela smile softly at their son and his soulmate as they slowly back out the room and make their way down the staircase. Their footsteps are heavy as they enter the kitchen. They look around at the marble countertops and top of the range appliances and just think, what is the point? What is the point of having all this when you can't have a son who loves you? A life where you feel loved and can love in return? It all feels pointless.
They make coffee that just sits on the counter, slowly cooling. Pamela snuggles her way into her husband's chest, seeking comfort. He gladly wraps his arms around her kissing into her hair.
"What do we do...?" She whispers brokenly, desperate for an answer.
"We love and accept him, because that's all we can do..."