An hour or two later Kurt wakes up from the best sleep he's had in months. He slowly realises it's because Blaine is back in his arms, warm and solid. Kurt kisses his cheek ever so softly to wake him up from the nice long nap they took together.
Blaine, with his eyes still closed, slowly turns in his arms to face him fully on his side. His eyes flutter open, his eyelashes fanning across his cheeks. Kurt has never seen a more beautiful sight. "Sleep well..? Kurt asks with a roughness to his voice that only comes from a sleep that good.
"Mmmmm...best sleep ever."
"I couldn't agree more..." And he couldn't. He brings Blaine close to his chest breathing in the scent of coffee mixed with cinnamon, the scent of one Blaine Devon Anderson, and basks in it. He missed this. This closeness that only they share together. No one sees them like this. Truly relaxed in each other's arm. This time is only for them and no one else.
"We should get up...see your parents..." He says tentatively.
Blaine whines into his neck "Do we have to? I'd rather stay in bed with you forever..." He mumbles tiredly, trying to burrow deeper into Kurt's shirt.
Kurt chuckles at his child like attitude "I'm pretty sure at one point we'll need to eat and my Dad will probably come hunting me down when I don't return tonight..."
Blaine whines once again at this "You're leaving tonight? I want you to stay with me..."
He doesn't want to seem too needy, especially since they've justgotten back together but he's emotionally drained. He needs Kurt now more than ever. "Well I was wondering if you would come back with me...? Stay for the night at mine? Please?"
Blaine smiles at him with his sleepy smile that Kurt finds oh so adorable and says "Of course. I would never pass up a night in these arms."
"I knew it! You only wanted me for my arms. You're such a cuddle whore B" He teases playfully.
Blaine mock gasps at Kurt with his hand over his heart "I'm wounded Mr Hummel that you find me so shallow. Besides, it's obvious that the only reason I keep you around is because of your amazing talents at making me cheesecake."
Kurt swats playfully at his arms and starts the inevitable tickle fight that ensues. He straddles Blaine ticking down his sides and ribs knowing where all his best tickle spots are. Blaine laughs loudly into the room and writhes underneath him trying to grab his hands from the attack. Eventually Kurt pins Blaine's arms above his head and leans down to place a slow lingering kiss to his lips.
"I missed this." He whispers against his lips with their foreheads touching.
"Me too." Blaine says back, just as quietly.
"Don't think you're getting out of talking to your parents B." Kurt states firm and determined, so Blaine knows he's doomed. Once Kurt's mind is set in something there's no way to change it.
He sighs heavily "Okay...okay. Let's go talk to them." Kurt starts to get up but Blaine pulls him back down by his wrist and kisses him with passion. They pull back knowing there is more time later for this and get up. Blaine takes off the hoodie feeling a little too warm after their nap and puts it back into the sacred bottom drawer. He pulls out a soft black t-shirt and hands it to Kurt.
"But I'm already wearing a shirt..." Kurt trails off as he looks down at his expensive shirt that is now rumpled and stained with tears and snot.
Blaine looks at him a little sheepishly "I'm sorry about the shirt, I'll get it replaced-"
Blaine doesn't finish his sentence as Kurt pulls him into a comforting embrace, his arms securely around his waist. "Don't be sorry, I'm honoured to be the one hosting all your tears on my shirt. I don't need a new one, things can get washed and don't ever be sorry for crying on me. My shoulder is always there for you when you need it."
He says it with the most genuine sincerity that Blaine almost starts bawling again.
Kurt slips off his shirt and Blaine is trying, and failing, not to look at his boyfriends beautiful milky white chest. Kurt catches his hungry gaze and smirks "You can see all this later B. I promise." He puts the t-shirt over his head covering up his revealed skin.
Blaine whines at the loss but otherwise takes his hand and walks with him out his room and down the stairs. As they reach the last step he pauses. Scared to see his parents look of disapproval and disappointment at his pathetic crying from earlier.
Kurt catches onto his hesitation and quickly reassures him "They love you Blaine, whether you believe it or not. And even if they don't you have me, Dad, Carole, Finn...and they all love you just as much as I do." He kisses him softly trying to pour every ounce of courage into it.
Blaine nods softly and takes a deep steadying breath. It's now or never he supposes.
They walk in, proudly, hand in hand into the stoic living room that normally hosts fabulous dinner and business parties. Now it feels hollow and empty with its lack of emotion and atmosphere of a true family.
His parents sitting, Michael in his usual armchair and Pamela on one side of the couch, looking up at them so sad and...is that guilt Blaine sees? His breathing is a little heavier as he realises his parents must have heard everything he said in his room earlier. He debates whether to run back into his room again when his mind reminds him, courage. Courage... right. He has to have courage. He taught Kurt to have courage now he must show him that he has it too.
They make their way to the other side of the couch, Kurt sitting down first and Blaine settling between his legs leaning back into his chest.
Before, they wouldn't dare show this kind of affection around Blaine's parents but Kurt knows Blaine needs to feel him there. A support.
Blaine waits for the inevitable slurs or chastising for his 'inappropriateness' but it never comes.
The awkward silence stretches out what feels like forever, but is broken by Blaine's mother.
"Blaine...I'm so sorry I made you feel that way. I know there's no excuse for what I've done. I ignored you, making you feel worthless a-a-and...unloved. And that's so not true, I love you Blaine darling and I'm so proud to be able to call you my son. I mean it. I wanna be a part of your life B, I want to see you marry the love of your life and I want to see you every time you come home from New York with your beautiful kids. I want to be that mom for you. I can't let you slip through my fingers again..." By this point the tears are freely falling from her eyes and Blaine can see she really meant it.
He disentangles himself from Kurt's arms and shuffles closer to her. She looks up at him with sad filled eyes so full of guilt and pain. "Momma...you had me at darling."
Pamela Anderson launches herself at her son and starts a mantra of "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She clutches onto him and it's only then that she realises how much she missed his hugs. He always gave the best hugs.
He pulls back kissing her cheek with she returns with a kiss of her own and he settles back into Kurt's arms once again, waiting for his father to kick him out, or beat him one more time.
All eyes turn to Michael Anderson as he sits rather silently in his chair. It makes Blaine more nervous as he waits for him to say something, anything.
What Blaine doesn't expect is the first words to come out of his mouth to be, "I'm sorry." Blaine looks at his father in suspicion his guard fully up, not wanting to be hurt again by this man before him. "Blaine I don't know where to start. I know I'm the one who made you feel the worst out of all them. Worse than your mom, worse than the bullies who beat the crap out of you freshmen year. I know it hurt more because it was from someone who was supposed to love you and accept you no matter what. I'm not going to stand here and say that all of a sudden I'm a changed man who can welcome you with open arms. But what I can say is, I want to try. To try and be that man for you Blaine, be that father to you. The one you've always craved for. I want that. I want to be able to see my grandkids and be involved in their lives and yours...I'm so sorry Blaine but I promise from now on, I'm going to make it up to you." Throughout his heart felt speech, Michael had stood up and is now at the end of the couch with his hands resting on his wife's shoulder. He looks at Blaine who's mask was put fully in place whilst he spoke, never cracking to show how he truly felt.
Kurt watches as Blaine stands in front of his father, knowing this is the time for Blaine to stand up for himself. "Dad..." He cringes slightly at the title knowing he doesn't deserve it. "I can appreciate you wanting to try but...I can't forgive you, not yet. Maybe not ever. You don't know what it's like living in a place where someone calls you a girl, fairy, homo...f-f-faggot." He spits out, the word tasting vile on his tongue. "Even though I get that every day at school as well, I can live with that. It's the violence I can't."
Both Kurt and Pamela gasp at this. Kurt knew their relationship was strained to say the least but he never knew it was violent. He feels a little guilty himself for not noticing it.
"I admit you weren't always that way. But for some reason you decided to start hitting me when I was at my lowest point...you knew how much pain I felt after breaking up with Kurt and you decided that was the time to smash me into a million pieces?"
Blaine can feel his eyes start to water again, feeling helpless as they pour angrily down his cheeks.
"Blaine, I..." Michael starts desperately.
"No. I need this okay? This is my time to talk and your time to listen, understand me?" Blaine talks with so much authority and power it even makes Michael cower slightly.
"You don't deserve my forgiveness. You don't deserve me, honestly. You're my father but you're not my Dad. Burt is more of Dad to me than you'll everbe. I confide in him even things like that stupid car thing a few summers back. You ridiculous plan thinking if I got my hands a little dirty, it would make me magically straight. I didn't choose to be gay. No one, chooses to be gay. Because if you think about it, why would they? Why would they choose a life of pain and despair? A life where nearly everyone hates you. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of who I am and I'm proud to be with Kurt. I love him. I truly love. This is not some fantasy story or puppy romance. This is it for me. Kurt is it. And I don't need you in my life to make me happy. Kurt makes me happy."
Blaine pauses to take a deep breath trying to control his emotions and continues on after a second of silence. "There's been a lot of talk of kids and someday I can't wait to hold my child in my arms regardless if they are mine, Kurt's or adopted. But what if my little boy says he wants to be a girl? Or when my baby girl brings home her first girlfriend to meet her grandfather and he is filled with so much hate that he slaps her, or punches her or just puts her down with hurtful slurs. I can't do that. Not to them. Not to my children. I can't put them into such a dark and hateful environment. But...I do have to thank you for one thing though...you taught me how not to parent a child, how not to love them. I'm going to take all that and I'm going to learn how to be the best damn father a child will ever have. I'm going to learn from your fateful mistakes, because you've honestly lost a son..."
Blaine feels like he's going to break at any second and stars to leave the room. "Excuse me."
Before Blaine can leave though Michael grabs his shirt from behind a tugs at it trying to bring him back to him. He feels so hollow and he feels so awful inside. He just wants to hug his son one last time even if he doesn't deserve it.
Blaine struggles against his father's hold in his t-shirt as he tries to run away. "Let go of me!" He shouts, venom dripping from his voice.
Before he can say much more, Blaine's shirt rips off from his back revealing to them the pain inflicted from his father.
Deep, dark purple and red bruises all across his entire back. Scars from a particular harsh scratch from his father's nails. He feels so ashamed. He falls to the ground, his head in his hands, tugging at his hair.
"No, no no no no..." He whimpers as all his effort to hide his disgrace is shattered as his mom and boyfriend look on with horrified looks at the marred back of their loved one.
Kurt falls the ground gathering Blaine into his arms. He knows how it feels to have the constant reminders of his bullies on his skin, to feel every day the ache as he moved telling him he's worthless. But Kurt has always had his Dad. The man who loved him and created a safe place for him to be himself. Blaine had this every day, all day. He hasn't been here for him for these last few months, with good reason, but he still feels partly responsible for not being there at least as a friend to help him through these rough times.
"Blaine I'm so sorry..." Michael whispers horrified at his own doing. He was always drunk or at least a little intoxicated when he hurt him so never rarely saw the true extent to his actions. He knows now his life is over. Blaine will never forgive. Kurt will never let him near Blaine. And Pamela will leave him. With justified reasons too. He hurt their son more than anyone and he should pay the price for doing so.
Blaine lets out heart breaking sobs as his face buries into Kurt's chest once again. He steps forward itching to comfort him.
Kurt shuffles them back away from him with hot angry tears in his eyes, his voice cold and venomous "Don't you dare touch him." His arms securely around him, protecting him.
Blaine only whimpers slightly into his neck hoping that the floor will just open up and eat him alive. He wants to leave. He wants to be as far away as possible from his father.
He whispers into Kurt's ear, almost too quiet for Kurt to hear "Please..."
Kurt, knowing what he wants, picks them up from the ground and takes Blaine up stairs to grab a new shirt and pack. For the night? The week? Forever? He doesn't know.
They make it to Blaine's room where Blaine runs to grab a new shirt to cover up the ugly scars. Kurt locks the door unsure of what to do or say. Blaine answers for him as he comes back to him and wraps his arms around his waist, nestling into his pale, long neck.
"Thank you." He states, as Kurt's arms come around his shoulders, holding him close.
They pull apart once more gazing into each other's eyes and Kurt kisses him once, twice before turning to grab clothes for his duffel bag.
Blaine is relieved that Kurt isn't so disgusted by his back that he leaves him for good, and that he understands that what he needs right now is a safe place to cuddle his boyfriend and kiss him freely, whenever he wants.
They pack quickly and head silently down the stairs, hands linked. Blaine thinks he would be the happiest man alive even if all he could do for the rest of his life is hold Kurt's hand. Their hands perfectly fit together, fingers slotting into place, where they belong.
Before they can make it out the door though, they are stopped by Pamela's voice.
"Darling I am so so-"
"Mom. Don't apologise for him. You didn't know and all I need right now is some space... I'll be back in a few days to see you..." Blaine kisses her cheek softly. "I love you momma."
Blaine's mom smiles at that and says just as heartfelt, "I love you too darling."
The front door echoes as it slams behind the two boys. Pamela turns, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, grounding herself for a conversation that needs to be had.