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The sun burst through my eyelids, making me open them to find out what the source was. I turned my head to be met with what seemed to be hair, but I couldn't quite make out what it was for sure yet. I cracked open my eyes to find my vision blocked by a shoulder. Hang on, that wasnt my shoulder!

I lifted my head up to see a curly mop of hair on the chair next to me. I smiled as the memories from last night flooded back to me. Blaine turned his head towards me and snuggled into my shoulder letting out a noise that made my heart swell. His hand found mine and he intertwined our fingers tightly, smiling in his sleep. My leg seemed to have somehow been put over Blaine's thighs and his other hand was on my leg, my skin tingling at the touch.

Blaine's face looked beautiful. I had never seen him look so relaxed and so peaceful before, he always seemed so reformed; that was probably the effect his father had on him. But now, fast asleep in my arms, I had never found him so radiant.

His eyelashes rested on his olive skin and his eyebrows held no expression. His hair was unruly and curly, spread out across my shoulder and every so often he would nuzzle his nose into my neck, tickling my cheek with his mop.

The sun seeping through tthe curtains in the corner-which I dont remember drawing, Blaine must have-reflected his features and made his face glow. His nose twithced adorably and he snuggled into my side even more. I pressed an unfelt kiss into his dark curls. I decided that I should get up and shower because we needed to go have another meeting with Andrew, and I didnt want an awkward moment when he woke up in my arms.

I removed his hand from my thigh, making him moan from missing the touch and making me smile. I lifted my leg up from where it rested across his lap and planted my foot on the carpet. It was only now that I noticed Toffee, snuggled up to Blaine's side and softly snoring. I got this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach looking at this picture. Infront of me. My little family I thought. No, my mind interuppted me, no matter how much you want him to be, Blaine isnt your family.

Now comes the hard part, trying to get out if Blaine's vice grip without waking him up. I looked up to his face and couldn't bring myself to move. But I have to!

I untangled our fingers, immediately missing the conact, the removed my arm from around his shoulders. I grabbed a pillow to replace me and put that in his arms. His arms tightened around the pillow but a confused expression etched on to his face. His eyes fluttered open and his hand went to his forehead. He looked up and saw me watching him and made a move to sit up but I stopped him.

"It's okay if you go back to sleep, I'm just going to go take a shower and get changed before we have to meet your father for lunch" he groaned a the word father and the word lunch and I could see then cogs in his head turning into overdrive.

I stroked my hand through his hair and immediately realised what I had done, pulling my hand back like I had had an electric shock. I blushed as I walked of to the bathroom and hopped in the shower. I turned it to the coldest setting, discovering a little problem as I stepped into the cubicle.

When it was taken care of, I turned on the hot water and let it splash a over me and sooth my muscles, relaxing me.

I let my mind wander to last night. The way his arms had felt around me. Home. That was how I would describe the feeling, and it truly was a beautiful feeling. I washed my hair quickly and stepped out of the stream of water 10 minutes afterwards.

I walked out back into the lounge, expecting to see him asleep again, and was suprised to see him standing infront of the bookshelf in the corner, holding a photograph frame in his hands. I had the urge to wrap my arms round his waist and kiss him on the temple, suprising him. But I didnt, I knew that would be moving way too fast!

"What's that?" I asked him. He turned around in suprise and looked back down to the photo frame.

"You were cute, you know" he said, smiling down at the photo. I walked over to him and took the photo from his hands. It was of me and my mother, Elizabeth Hummel. We were sitting on the porch step, just outside the door. She had her arm around me and I had my head of her shoulder, (I was only about eight, but I still was quite tall), and I was displaying my best toothy smile. She was looking down at me with her big blue eyes and a smile on her face, that smile that made me feel so loved. She was a beautiful woman, her long, brown hair sweeping over her shoulders and down to her elbows.

I scoffed at Blaine's comment, "Tssk, yeah, I was" I laughed, as a tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away swiftly and handed the photo frame back to Blaine as I went to sit on the sofa. He followed me over and sat down beside me, obviously looking for an answer to why I was crying.

"It's your mom, isn't it? You have her eyes" he said softly, still looking at the photo. I nodded sadly.

"She died, just before my ninth birthday. If you're wondering why I'm crying, it's just because I miss her so much" I said, another tear following the previous one. I heard Blaine gasp beside me and he put an arm around my shoulder gently. I smiled up at him sadly, thanking him for comforting me.

"I'm so sorry Kurt, I wouldn't have said anything if I had known" he said guiltily, rubbing his hand up and down my arm soothingly.

"It's okay, you didn't know" I answered looking at the photograph frame.

"She was beautiful, you know. I can see her in you too" he said. Did he basically just say that I was beautiful? No, of course he didn't!

"Yeah, she was" I said, smiling longingly into space. All I wanted was to see her one more time, smell her perfume one more time, just for 10 seconds. Was that too much to ask? Just one more time? "I can still remember her like it was yesterday; even the way she smelt, lavender and jasmine. I didn't even get to say goodbye to her. She was in a car crash on the way home from birthday shopping for me"

"Oh god Kurt, that's awful. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. What can I do to make you feel better?" he asked me.

"You can borrow some of my clothes and let me put you an outfit together" I joked, making him laugh angelically "But seriously Blaine, thank you. You make it better by just being here"

His eyes flicked down to my lips and then back up to my eyes. He blushed and then looked down, laughing nervously.

"So the, what colour skinny jeans are you going to force my legs into?" he laughed, making me feel warm again and filling the empty space in my heart which thinking about my mother had created.

"Come on then, my little manikin!" I said, jokingly, leading him down the short corridor to my bedroom.

I opened the door and opened my arms saying "Tada!"

I was very proud of my room. It was the only room in the house that I had personalised properly. It had a warm red colour scheme that took me hours to design.

"Wow Kurt, this room is incredible. It's just so... you!" he laughed at how that sounded like a cheesy fashion show.

I walked over to my closet-that took up the whole side of the wall-and slid open the sliding door, revealing the collection of clothes I had. Blaine laughed at how many there were.

"Oh man, this is going to be a long day!"

One hour and 20 outfits later I had the perfect one laid out on my bed. It consisted of red skinny jeans, rolled up at the ankles because of Blaine's height, a black polo shirt, a colourful stripy bowtie and a yellow belt. Of course, this outfit had to match with the pair of shoes Blaine had come over in last night!

When Blaine emerged from the bathroom I gasped. It was by far the hottest thing I had ever seen. The way the polo shirt clung to him amazingly and the way the jeans made his legs look so strong and toned, but also thin. He looked stunning. He noticed my gaped mouth and did a twirl.

"Tada! What do you think?" he said, looking down at his clothes.

I was lost for words! I didn't know what to say. I couldn't just say you look hot because that would sound creepy and pervy and I couldn't say I didn't know because that would be lying. In the end, I settled for somewhere in the middle.

"Wow... you look great Blaine!" but then I went and overdid it! "Really... really great!" IDIOT! My brain scolded me! What did I say that for, but he didn't seem to be complaining.

"Why thank you, good sir. I happen to like your closet very much indeed. You have good taste!" he complimented, making me blush and look away.

"We had better get going soon, we don't want to be late for our meeting with your dad" I said, as his face fell at the mention of his father

"Oh no, he's going to be so mad at me for staying here! Oh my god! What am I going to say? He doesn't accept me Kurt, he won't accept me staying over at another man's house!" he said, his head falling into his hands as he began to pace the room frantically.

"Blaine, it will be okay he will un-." Kurt was cut off by Blaine again.

"NO Kurt, he won't understand! You don't understand!" I felt like a child being punished. His words hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't understand? Of course I understood! I'd been through this too. He saw my hurt expression and his eyes immediately softened as he fell to his knees in front of me where I was sat on the edge of the bed.

"Oh god Kurt, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to snap! It's just, I've let him run my life for so long and it's my immediate reaction! Of course you understand you've been through this too! But your dad accepts you and I am so jealous of you Kurt!" he let out his emotions and I forgave him completely. I took his hands in mine, making him look up in to my eyes.

"Blaine, you have to stand up to him. You can't let him ruin your life like this! It's not fair on you, and it breaks my heart to see you this way. I die inside when I see you cry, and I feel so happy when you smile. You have to tell him how you feel. I'm not saying he will understand, but you can't allow him to push you around all the time like you are his property. Yes Blaine, he is your father. But that doesn't mean he has the right to control you or what you do. He can't tell you what you can and can't do. Even if it means arguing, you have to tell him, Blaine" I finished my speech and saw tears swimming in his eyes.

"Why are you always right?" he let out a breathy laugh and looked me right in the eye, glasz meeting hazel as if it were the first time. It was always like it was the first time.

"It's a talent of mine!" I joked, lightening the mood slightly, and making him chuckle "But you know I'm right Blaine, and this is something you have to do on your own. Believe me, if I could, I would do this for you. But I can't, and I never will. So what we are going to do is we are going to go there, and when you get home tonight you are going to tell him how you feel. And if he does accept it, then that's amazing, and if he doesn't accept it, you are going to come straight here! No exceptions, okay?" he looked down. I lifted his chin "Okay?" I pressed.

"Okay, I will. But you said you don't like to see me cry, and I will be doing a lot of that!" he said, taking a sudden interest in the bookshelf in the corner.

"No, I don't, but I love comforting you. It makes me feel needed, and I love that feeling" I said reassuring. The pure look of love in his eyes took me by surprise "We had better get going then, we have to be there at 12 and it is now... eleven thirty" I said, glancing down to my watch trying to hide the blush creeping up my neck from my confession.

He stood up, keeping his hold on my hands tightly and pulled me up with him, before encasing me in his arms.

"Thank you Kurt, you always know what to say! You're my best friend and I'm so glad you are in my life for me to go to" he said, and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes as he said these words.

I loved this feeling. I wanted to feel this every day, for the rest of my life. It made me feel important, depended on, but most of all, it made me feel so loved.

He started humming in my ear, which I instantly recognised as 'Queen's My Best Friend. I giggled as he continued to hold me and hum in my ear, eventually turning into singing.

"Ooh you're the best friend that I ever had
I've been with you such a long time
You're my sunshine and I want you to know
That my feelings are true
I really love you
Oh you're my best friend"

His voice was beautiful. It was amazing to me that he had only been offered one record deal. I was certainly going to look him up on YouTube later!

"Your voice is amazing Blaine. You have to take that record deal. I don't care what you're father says, I'm not letting you miss out on this Blaine" I said pulling back from the hug and taking his hand. I squeezed it once before pulling him towards the door to get out shoes on.

We slipped our shoes on to see it was quarter to eleven. We walked out the door, him reattaching out hands and swinging them in between our bodies as we made our way out of the apartment.

We arrived at the coffee shop ten minutes later. Blaine was so nervous. I could feel the tension coming of his body in waves. I released his hand in fear that his father would see us holding hands and disapprove, but as soon as I released his grip, he groaned at the loss of touch and found my hand again. This made me smile even more at the fact that I comforted him.

"Don't let me go, please?" he asked me pleadingly. I felt my insides tingle at his words and my heart explode in my chest. My knees turned t jelly and my brain just stopped functioning. Did he really depend on me that much? It seemed that way.

"Of course" I said, before pushing opened the door and pulling him inside by his hand, feeling his reluctancy.

We spotted his father immediately. He was sat at a table in the middle of the coffee shop, looking around the shop, annoyed, looking for any sign of us. I squeezed Blaine hand reassuringly and gave him a loving look, which he returned.

Blaine's father spotted us looking at each other this way and his anger deepened. I could see the cold rage burning in his eyes ad he noticed our intertwined hands. We walked over silently and sat down opposite, our hands still clasped together, and he began to shout then.

"Where the hell were you last night Blaine! I called you! I texted you! I tried everything! Where were you Blaine? Answer me and this better be a bloody good reason I tell you, a good one!" he bellowed into the air, making every one look to our table, me and Blaine blushing by the attention.

"Dad, let me speak. And keep your voice down" his dad scoffed "I slept at Kurt's last night"

His dad's jaw dropped to the floor for a second before his teeth clenching together.

"You. Did. WHAT?" he shouted and spat the last word, sending specks of spit flying in to Blaine's face.

"I slept on Kurt's couch last night. I will explain later, we haven't come here to talk about this" he said back, trying to change the subject.

"You're right about that young man! What compelled you to do such a thing? Well, let's get on with this so I can get a proper explanation" he spat, looking back down to his papers.

Blaine looked strong on the outside, but I knew his walls were crumbling down inside. I used my other hand to squeeze his thigh reassuringly. He gave me a grateful smile and released his death grip on my hand, but still clasping it tightly.

That hour went very quickly for Blaine, I could tell. I had agreed to sign the papers next week, when Madison would get back to me. Andrew said okay through his teeth and I felt Blaine tense up again beside me. I placed my hand on his thigh again, immediately relaxing him.

When it was time to go home, Blaine would be going home with his father, and I could see he was terrified. As we walked out of the coffee shop with Andrew in front of us, I leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Remember, I'm always here. Come over as soon as you are finished talking and I will comfort you. I'll never let go" I said in a hushed tone that only Blaine could hear.

We didn't hug when we said goodbye, no matter how much my body longed to be in touch with his, we knew it would only anger Andrew further.

We said goodbye and I saw Andrew grab his arm and pull him down the street. Blaine shrugged his arm away but Andrews grip only seemed to tighten.

I couldn't help but worry.

Those four hours were the longest four hours I had ever lived through. They were spent frantically trying to occupy myself with project runaway and playing with Toffee, but nothing could calm me down.

The rain was bucketing outside my window and I just stared through the rain, hoping Blaine was walking through it; even if that would consist of my designer clothes getting soaked through, I didn't care. I just wanted him back in my arms where I knew he was safe.

I was so scared for him. What if his father kicked him out? Disowned him? Or even worse, hurt him? I don't think I could live with the fact that it was mostly my fault. I was just so glad he had me to come to.

I fell asleep to the sound of the rain pounding on the pavements, leant up against the sofa in the most uncomfortable position you could ever dream of sleeping in.

I didn't hear the first three knocks. I didn't hear my name being called out. What woke me up was Toffee scratching me and meowing at me.

That's when I hear the knocks (I would have to thank the cat later).

I got up from my place on the floor, cricking my neck as I went and stumbled towards the door, still half asleep.

I flew open the door and what I saw made me gasp.

There he was. And he looked broken.

A/N: Thankyou again. I apoligise for the angst in this chapter! Review? reviews are klainebows!