Although he seemed confident on the way to the kitchen, Blaine quickly becomes very timid when he sees Carole, Burt and Finn gathered in the kitchen preparing breakfast. He hides behind Kurt slightly which just makes him smile understandingly and he squeezes his hand in reassurance.
Burt notices them walk in and comes over to give them both a kiss on the forehead but then carries on like nothing has happened, which Blaine is grateful for.
Kurt brings them over to the counter with the sink and leans against it bringing Blaine close to his chest, knowing Blaine needs physical comfort right now after his morning of events. Blaine sighs into his neck, loving that Kurt just gets him. He knows what Blaine needs even before Blaine knows.
Normally they wouldn't be so affectionate in front of others ever, but sometimes you have to make exceptions when it comes to the person you love and what they need at that time.
Finn looks over at the couple and smiles to himself. At first he felt so incredibly guilty for being the cause of Blaine's freak out but he knows that Blaine won't blame him, he's that kind of guy. He walks over to the pair and says, "Dude I'm sorry about before, I hope you're alright man."
Finn brings his hand down to clap his shoulder in a brotherly like gesture, but he regrets it immediately when Blaine jumps a little and groans loudly into Kurt's neck.
Blaine's eyes are glued shut and he's trying to breathe through the pain. That hurt. Finn managed to hit right where his dad clocked him last week, his ring on his hand hurt like a bitch.
Blaine's hold on Kurt tightens almost painfully tight, but Kurt doesn't care, he holds him close trying to help him through the upset as best he can.
Finn looks horrified at the fact he's doing another thing wrong. He starts apologising profusely. "Dude I am sosorry! I didn't think I hit you that hard!"
Blaine breathes heavily through his nose and replies in the most strong voice he can muster at that moment, "No Finn its fine. I'm fine."
Both Carole and Burt exchange worried glances. They both know Finn didn't hit him that hard, not for that reaction. They feel as if they should say something but one look at Kurt's deathly glare and they keep it shut. Burt looks at his son telling him silently that they will have to talk about this, and Kurt knows he can't budge his father on that one.
Finally, breakfast is put on the table with no more disturbances to the small family. They sit round the table in awkward silence, unsure how to communicate after everything that has happened. They don't want to say anything that will upset Blaine or Kurt, so they feel as if they're walking on eggshells around them.
Blaine just stares at his pancakes and pushes his fork around his plate not really eating anything. He hasn't eaten since lunchtime yesterday, but even the thought of food makes his stomach turn.
Kurt looks at his boyfriend with so much concern. He's lost his light, his spark, his eyes are bloodshot with dark circles surrounding them. He seems so hollow. Kurt grabs his hand from under the table and places their interlocked fingers on his thigh, giving it a big squeeze. Blaine looks over at him with a hint of a smile and he sees a small flicker within his hazel eyes, and he smiles back. He'll take what he can get.
Finn scoffs down his whole plate of pancakes but before he can reach for seconds he catches his moms glare, knowing he should leave to give them all time to talk. He nods slightly and picks up his plate and cup to leave the room. "Thanks mom, the pancakes were awesome. I'm going to go to my room to watch a movie."
He trails off away upstairs after putting his dishes in the sink, in the kitchen. His footsteps like elephants as they trudge their way up, the sound last to play is the echo of his bedroom door slamming.
Silence.
Kurt squeezes his hand once more and looks up to see both Burt and Carole staring at them waiting for them to say...something.
Eventually it's Burt who breaks the silence, sighing loudly. "Alright I know you don't want to talk about anything but I really am worried about you Blaine. I hear you're in a school shooting, your dad calls me up saying you're crying your eyes out and won't come out your room, you come here holding my sons hand barely keeping it together, you have a panic attack in my hallway and you flinch so violently at a pat on the back. So I would really like an explanation. Please."
Blaine looks up for the first time since they sat down and sees the genuine concern on both their faces. A part of him really doesn't want to do this, he only wants Kurt to know. He doesn't want to relive the hell that has been this past 24 hours. But a part of him does want to talk. He sees these people as his own family and they deserve to know what happened because they love him and care about him. He takes a shuddering breath as he starts to talk.
"I w-was in the choir room when it happened. We all were. We hid behind the piano after both of the g-gunshots rang out..." Blaine breathes out slowly trying to forget the faces of his friends in absolute terror. "I thought I was going to die, but then we got the all the clear and I was relieved that I could see you guys another day. See Kurt another day..." He blushes a little, feeling embarrassed at expressing his feelings about their son. "I go outside and everyone's got their moms and dads there, you know? And I look around and they're not there. I didn't expect them to be but..."
"We get it honey, I can't even begin to imagine how you felt." Carole tries to sooth.
Blaine smiles at her sadly and continues, "I drove home and when I got there they were there too. I didn't want to talk to them, they weren't there so why should I talk to them? I ran into my room and locked the door." Blaine doesn't want to divulge in the fact that he sobbed for what felt like hours wearing his ex-boyfriends clothes at the time. "Then Kurt came and we talked it out..." They lift their interlaced hands on the table and smile at each other.
Burt looks at them a little surprised, but he knew they would be back together at some point. They are made for each other. "So you two finally got your heads out of you asses and got together again?" He looks on hopefully at the pair, he just wants them to be happy.
Kurt rolls his eyes at his father's expression but smiles despite himself. "Yes dad. We are officially back together." Kurt leans over to give Blaine's nose a soft kiss making Carole squeal a little at their cuteness.
They laugh a little but now all eyes are back on Blaine to continue on with his story. "After we talked some things through, we decided to talk to my parents..." Blaine sniffles a little but soldiers on. "My mom...she uhhh apologised to me and promised to make it up to me for all the times she has ignored me as her son. I could tell she really meant it. My father..."
Burt knew he had to control his emotions for Blaine, he can't get too out of hand. He knows that Blaine's father tries his best to put Blaine down with his harsh words. He really dislikes the guy.
"He also apologised...but...I couldn't forgive him...n-not after w-what he d-did..." Blaine whispers that last part with tears in his eyes.
Burt starts out cautiously, "Blaine what did he d-do?" Everyone noticed the tremble in his words, already fearing the worst.
Blaine remains silent as tears trickle down his cheeks. Burt looks desperately at Kurt but he just shakes his head. It's not his story to tell.
Blaine looks up at the ceiling to try and regain control of his emotions. "Ever since Kurt and I broke up he's done everything he can to break me further..." He breathes out harshly through his nose. "He hits me..." A single tear tracks down his face. "Punches, kicks, scratches. Anything to put me down. He's usually drunk when he does it but that's no excuse."
They now all have tears running down their faces, horrified at the true reality of Blaine's home life. Burt is about to ask him where he hits him because he can't see a single mark on his face or arms, no ones that good with make-up. But it's Carole who puts the pieces together first.
"He hits your back...doesn't he...? That's why you reacted so badly with Finn..."
"Yeah...anywhere that can't be seen by others. Too much of a coward to own up to his actions..." Blaine breathes in deeply and finally looks back at the two devastated parents. "We got out. We left. We came here."
He shrugs his shoulders as if it were like another day. Another day in his torturous life.
Kurt brings both his arms around his shoulders and squeezes him tight. He kisses his ear softly and whispers, "I'm so proud of you."
Blaine just leans his head against his unable to form words at that moment.
It's Carole who breaks them out of their own little world they drifted off into. "Blaine I need to see your back honey. I'm a nurse. I need to see there's no lasting damage or infection. Please..."
Blaine just snuggles further into Kurt's embrace and whimpers into his neck. "Please no..."
Kurt strokes his back ever so lightly and whispers nonsensical words into his ear, trying to calm him down.
"Honey, please let me have a look. It can just be me and Kurt who see. I promise..." Carole is now begging, she really wants to see if he's okay physically since she feels helpless to make him feel okay mentally.
"Honey B, pleaselet her look..." Kurt knows this is a low blow. "For me...?"
Blaine sighs heavily into his neck, hating that this is his life right now. "Anything for you."
He lifts his head to kiss him softly and he grabs his hand for comfort.
"Come on Blaine, we'll go up to Kurt's room for some privacy okay?" Carole stands up from the table and looks at her husband who nods his approval gruffly.
Blaine sighs once more before standing up with Kurt beside him clutching his hand. They make their way up the stairs, Blaine dreading this experience and just hopes his life will go back to normal as soon as possible.