Carole and Burt had gone to bed at 1 am. Burt woke up around 9 and turn to face his wife. Carole was sleeping on her back with her mouth open. She was snoring loudly which made Burt chuckle. He stroke his hand along her cheek which made her close her mouth and move her head a bit. As soon as she found a new place for her head, her muscles relaxed which made her mouth fall open and she started snoring again. Burt shook his head, pressed a light kiss on her cheek and got up from bed.

He went down to the kitchen and started brewing coffee. He started loading the dishwasher and when the counters were sort of clean, he went out to the balcony and gather more dishes. On the way to the kitchen he passed the couches where he stopped and just looked. In one of the couches was a sight he didn't expect. His brother was laying there, fast asleep, which wasn't strange. But in his arms laid Burt's sister-in-law, fast asleep as well. Burt stood there for a while, speechless, before he went to the kitchen with the dishes. He went back and forth from the balcony to the kitchen with more dishes. Every time he looked at them and wondered about the story behind them sleeping like that.

He made himself some sandwiches and took them with the coffee out to the balcony. He brought the book he was reading with him and decided to stop thinking about Kristen and Martin and why they weren't sleeping in their beds.

Two hours later he was interrupted in his reading by sounds from the living room. He heard Kristen and Martin talk.

"Martin! Why are we sleeping here?"

"I... I... What? I don't know... What?"

Burt chuckled by himself, Martin had never been talkative in the mornings.

"Well, that explains everything, thanks for clearing that up for me."

"Wait... Kristen..."

"Well, we can't sleep here, someone's gonna wake up soon, let's go to bed instead. Come on."

"Right..."

Burt heard them climbing the stairs. He looked at the watch and decided to go and see if he could wake Carole. He loaded another machine before heading to their room. When he went inside he saw his wife, still sleeping. He paused in the doorway and just looked at her. He couldn't believe the luck he had... That he would share the rest of his life with this beautiful woman. And together they had created an amazing family. He sat down on the bed and stroked Carole's hair. She stirred and opened those beautiful eyes. She smiled big when she saw it was Burt.

"Good morning beautiful." He said.

"Hi my love." She said with a sleepy voice.

"It's almost half past 11. I was wondering if I could trick you out of bed with some pancakes and waffles?"

"Are you offering them to me or are you wishing I get up to make some for you?" She smiled at him.

"You know me a little to well." Burt said.

Carole sat up on the bed and leaned against her husband. She took Burt's head between her hands and pulled him close. She placed a light kiss on his mouth. He placed his hands in the same way and pulled her even closer. He deepened the kiss before Carole pulled away.

"Burt! I haven't even brushed my teeth yet."

"Carole! Haven´t I told you a thousands times that I don't care?" Burt said and kissed her again.

Carole opened the door to the house and went inside.

"Guys? You awake?"

"I'm coming up." She added when she didn't get an answer.

She climbed the stairs up to the loft and looked at the bed. It wasn't strange that she didn't get an answer from them. Blaine and Kurt were both fast asleep. Carole smiled at the sight of them. They were, as always, laying close on the bed. She wondered briefly if she and Burt slept as close as these two. Blaine was laying on his back with Kurt on one of his arms. Kurt was on his side with one arm slung across Blaine. Carole sat down on the bed and stroked Kurt's cheek while calling his name. She didn't get an answer from him.

"Kurt?" She called a bit louder and shook him.

Kurt grunted and moved closer to Blaine, further from Carole. She repeated the shaking and he grunted even more before opening his eyes. He turned and looked at her.

"Good morning sweetie. It's past noon and there are pancakes and waffles up in the big house."

"Mmmmh..."

"When did you guys go to sleep? I've received the same response from everyone I tried to wake today."

"5 I think." Kurt answered.

"What? Blaine as well?"

"No, he took his medicine around 2 I think."

"He was awake until 2? He's not gonna be the most energetic today." Carole said.

"But he had a good night. He played the guitar and sung with us. He seemed really happy and at ease. Then he put down the guitar, cuddled close to me and fell asleep. I gave him the medicine and he was out."

"That's awesome Kurt!" Carole said and smiled to him.

They both looked at Blaine who hadn't moved when Kurt shifted in bed or when they had talked.

"I really have to go to the bathroom, can you wake him?" Kurt asked her.

"Of course."

When Kurt got up from the bed Carole moved closer to Blaine and stroked his cheek and hair.

"Blaine?" She said while putting a hand on his sternum and shook lightly.

Blaine groaned and shifted so he was on his side, facing Carole.

"Blaine honey? It's time to wake up." She said and shook his shoulder.

"Nooo... I don't wanna."

"I know, but it's time to have breakfast."

"Nooo... Not hungry."

"But you need to eat honey."

"Nooo..."

"Yes you do Blaine."

Blaine opened one eye and looked at her.

"I'm so tired."

"I can see that sweetie." Carole said and stroked his hair.

Kurt came out from the bathroom and sat down on the bed on the other side of Blaine.

"Hi my love." He said.

"I love you Kurt." Blaine said and turned to him.

Carole's heart swelled by their way to greet each other in the morning. And once again she had trouble understanding how anyone could see them and their love as something strange and wrong. Their love wasn't any different from Finn and Rachel's.

"Carole? You okay?" Blaine's voice brought her back to the reality.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm fine." She said and stood up. "See you up there in a while then?"

"Yes. But I'm not hungry. I'm just tired." Blaine groaned to her.

"I know, sweetie. It's a rainy day, how about we make it a movie day and you can relax on the couch? Snuggle with Kurt and Kristen?"

"That sounds pretty good..." Blaine said.

"Good."

Carole went up and Blaine and Kurt put on clothes. Blaine was in his favorite - his onepiece and Kurt was in sweats and a hoodie. They took an umbrella and headed up to the big house.

The breakfast was chatty and loud. Blaine didn't like it one bit. He was so tired and felt like he was in a hole where it would take huge efforts to bring himself to the surface to communicate with anyone. He sat in his loneliness looking at his brunch, he had eaten a waffle and now he was full. He sighed and took a sip on his tea. Kurt was next to him. He was talking with Mercedes while he had one hand on Blaine's knee.

On Blaine's other side sat Kirsten. She had watched him during the meal. She saw him being completely unaware of his surroundings. Finn had spilled a cup of coffee over the table and everyone had been involved in the cleaning process. Everyone except Blaine, he had sat there chewing on his waffle staring on his plate. Kristen put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. He jumped a bit at the touch and turned to look at her. When he saw it was Kristen he relaxed and let himself being embraced.

"So, movie marathon today?" Finn asked when they were done eating.

"Yes!" They all exclaimed.

Finn and Puck cleaned the table while Mercedes and Rachel loaded the dishwasher. Blaine was leaning against Kristen but was still in his bubble. Kristen met Carole's eyes and raised her eyebrows. Carole shrugged, it wasn't much they could do when Blaine was like this. This was his mind's way of letting him rest. Blaine needed so much more rest then he had allowed during the last days.

They say down on the couches and recliners. Blaine sat between Kurt and Kristen. He was leaning against the back of the couch. After a complex voting system, they decided to start with the latest mission impossible.

Blaine couldn't care less what they were watching. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But his mind wouldn't let him, it was once of those day where the memories kept replaying in his head. He was his father's grin when he raised the gun to him. He saw the bullet in the wall over him.

"Is he sleeping?" Carole asked Kurt who shook his head.

Blaine relived his father shooting over and over again. When the first gun shoot came on the tv he opened his eyes wide and inhaled sharp. He sat up on the couch and starting breathing rapidly. Kurt and Kristen watched him. Every gun shoot on the movie made him flinch.

Blaine had just come from school. They had put his head in a toilet and flushed today. Then at lunch they had dumped his entire tray with food over his head. He was sad and dirty. He had trouble understanding how he, a seven year old kid, could deserve this. He sighed when he closed the door behind him.

His father came out from the kitchen and looked at him. He grinned at him. He raised a gun towards him.

"Let's see how fast you can climb those stairs shall we, Blaine? If you don't move fast enough, I'll kill you. Move you stupid failure. You're so fucking disappointing."

He pointed the gun to his feet and shoot. Blaine jumped and the sound and started running up the stairs. His father kept shooting as his feet while he run. He heard the gunshots and his breathing became shallow.

"Turn off the movie! Turn it off now!" Carole shouted when she watched Blaine trying to climb the back of the couch. He was breathing fast and he was pale.

"Burt, a syringe please!"

Burt got up at the same time as Blaine got one leg over the couch. Kristen took a hold of him stop him from falling of the couch. This increased his panic.

"No, let go of me, no. I'm gonna die. No no no no!"

"Blaine." Kristen said.

"No! Let me go. I have to hurry."

"Let him go, he doesn't know it's you." Carole said to her.

Kristen let go of him and he climbed over the couch and fell on the floor with a bang. Carole went around the couch. Blaine was moving backwards while laying on the floor. Burt came running down the stairs and gave her the shoot. She kneeled next to him and gave him the shot. It was a long minute before it had effect and Blaine stopped fighting his memory. He slumped against the floor. Burt lifted him up and lay him on the couch, in Kurt's embrace.

"Mom?" He opened his eyes.

"I'm here, honey. Kurt's here too." Carole said in a soft voice.

"Kurty?" He slurred.

"I'm here." Kurt said and hugged him closer. Blaine turned to face him.

"He shot at me. When I was a kid. He wanted to kill me. He tried to kill me, Kurt. When I was just a kid. He tried to kill me. Kurt, he tried to kill me."

Tears started running down his cheeks. Kurt held him tight and stroked his hair over and over.

"You made it out of there, Blaine, you're safe now. I love you so much. You're safe now."

It didn't take long before he medicine had full effect and he fall asleep pressed against Kurt. Kurt looked up at Carole who also had tears running. Kurt let go of a sob and Carole was there immediately and hugged him.

When Kurt had calmed down, Carole turned and face the rest of the group. They were in different states of shock. Finn, Burt and Martin looked at Blaine with sad, serious faces. Rachel and Mercedes were hugging each other and were crying. Puck was the one that got her attention though, he had gone pale and had tears streaming down his cheek. She moved so she was kneeling in front of him.

"Noah?" She said and placed a hand on his knee.

"I am so stupid thinking I could help him. Who am I to give him advice? I've never been shot. He's been mean and angry and stuff, but he's never shot at me. I feel so stupid."

"Noah! Stop that!" Kurt said with a loud, serious voice.

Puck raised his head and looked at him.

"You've helped him more than any of us. You helped him face his emotions at a time when no one could get to him."

"Yeah, but look where that led."

"Stop it, Noah." Carole said. "You know you helped him. You know he had to go through that. It's like Kurt said - you've helped him in a way no one else could have done."

"You sure?" He whispered.

"I'm sure." Carole said and hugged him.

"Okay." He whispered into his embrace.

They parted and Carole turned to other in the room.

"So..." She said. "Blaine had a flashback and apparently remembered something he had repressed. He'll sleep for some time now. As you heard, Blaine's father did shoot at him, I really don't have more information for you."

"Oh, Blaine..." Mercedes said.

They sat in silence watching Blaine sleep.

"So, let's continue watching the movie." Carole said after a while.

"No, we don't have to watch this movie. Let's watch something without guns." Mercedes said.

"Blaine is far gone now, I don't think anything could wake him up right now. And unfortunately these things had to happen to him. He has a lot of repressed memories that need to come out. Flashbacks is one way of doing that. We can't remove everything we think Blaine might react to. He doesn't know what he'll react to, no one knows. Let's watch the movie." Carole said.

Finn pressed play and they turned to the tv. Kurt looked down at Blaine. He was laying on the couch. Kristen had lifted up his legs so they were on her lap. Blaine was on the side with the front to the couch. He had his head in Kurt's lap. Kurt stroked his fingers through Blaine's sweaty hair. Blaine's muscles were so relaxed from the shot that when Kurt swiped the sweat from Blaine's forehead by stroking his hand up, towards his hair, Blaine's eyelids opened and Kurt could see his irises and pupils. Kurt smiled at this, Blaine was so completely drugged at that moment, somehow it increased Kurt's love for him. Kurt would do everything in the world to protect Blaine for the rest of his life. Blaine had been hurt in so many way over and over again. When he laid like this, in Kurt's lap, Kurt could see the man he loved but also the little kid who had endured so much hate and pain. Kurt stroked his hair, he knew Blaine loved it when he did that, and Kurt didn't mind either. Blaine's lips were separated and Kurt let his finger run over them. Blaine didn't react at the touch. Right now, Blaine was completely defenceless, anyone could do what the wanted to him. But Kurt wasn't going to let anyone hurt him ever again.

"Kurt? You now you don't have to watch him, right?" Martin said.

"I'm aware, Martin, but he's so much hotter and more beautiful than Tom Cruise." Kurt smiled to him.

Carole watched Kurt watch Blaine. She could see the love in Kurt's eyes and movements. Kurt was too worried about him to stop looking at him and he was too occupied to focus on the movie. Carole turned back to the movie.

"Carole?" Rachel asked. "How man times have you seen this?"

"Which part? I have seen him have flashbacks once before this, it was on his birthday. Watching him been given a shot of sedative and then fall asleep or pass out like this, that's another thing. I've seen that more times I can count, or want to remember." She answered.

"Oh." Rachel said and looked at Blaine and Kurt. "He's sleeping."

"Yes, he'll sleep for hours now." Carole said.

"No, I mean Kurt." Rachel said.

Carole looked at the couch again. Rachel was right; what Carole had thought was going to happen had happened; the event and the emotions had taken its toll on Kurt. Kurt still had his hand in Blaine's hair. His head had lolled forward. Kristen who had heard their conversation looked at Kurt as well. She put her hand on Kurt's forehead and slowly made his head lean back against the couch. Kurt struggled against her a bit before he relaxed against the back of the couch.

Carole turned back to the tv and the next time she looked back at the couch, even Kristen had fallen asleep. Carole chuckled at the sight on her two sons and her sister on the couch. She tapped on Burt's knee and nodded towards them. He smiled as well and took out his phone and snapped a picture of them.