A.N: Sooo i am so sorry for the delays in updates! But it's been a crazy week! I hope tht i can update quicker now.

Thanks to my shellybug for supplying me with my honey bears that are helping me write now :D

Chapter 23

Kurt sat with a smile on his face as he watched his dad talk to Blaine about football, or baseball, or basketball... some sport Kurt really had no interest in. His stomach rumbled and for the first time in a while Kurt felt something other then pain and desperation. Kurt didn't care that it was something as mundane as hunger, it was something and Kurt was going to cherish it.

"It's not going to last." Kurt sighed. So much for the smile. "They are going to hurt you, Kurt. Why can't you see that? Once everything has died down your dad will go back to hating you. Once you're better Blaine wont have a reason to stay around for his charity case. There will always be someone else for him to take care of Kurt. You kissed him on his lips. Has he said anything to you about it? No. He's going to use you and leave you."

"Hey," Kurt jumped when he felt a hand brush against his knee. He turned his head and frowned when he saw his dad gone from the table, had he gone already? "He's gone to find out where our waiter is." Blaine said, reading the question on Kurt's mind.

"Oh, okay." Kurt breathed.

"Is it...?" Blaine said gently. Kurt just nodded and rubbed his head.

"It's not constant any more, not really anyway. I think it's still hazy from the drugs a bit. But it comes in bursts and when it does it has a lot to say." Kurt whispered honestly.

"What's it saying now?" Blaine asked, squeezing his knee again. Kurt could feel the heat of Blaine's body beside him and all he wanted to do was curl up beside him and close his eyes and wait for this nightmare to end.

"Just being a dick." Kurt shrugged. He couldn't tell Blaine what it was saying, couldn't tell Blaine his darkest fears. He was scared they would become a reality if he spoke them.

"Ignore him, he won't be able to hurt you soon enough." Blaine smiled. Kurt smiled back and allowed his body to relax back against his slightly, his stomach quivering with butterflies as Blaine wrapped an arm around him, keeping him close.

"You would have thought that they would employ staff that know what they're doing." Burt ranted as he came back, he had two beers and a coke in his hand and Kurt raised an eyebrow. "On the house."

"And i have to have a coke?" Kurt pouted.

"I've told you, on your eighteenth birthday you can try whatever alcohol you want to. Though knowing you it will be some expensive wine that they don't sell this side of Ohio."

"Which means you'll have to take me to New York to buy it." Kurt grinned. He looked over at Blaine and frowned when he saw his friend staring at the table, a confused expression on his face. "Blaine..."

"Huh?" Blaine said, shaking his head. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Kurt said and picked his coke up and took a sip, pulling a face when he realised it wasn't diet. He shrugged the thoughts of an exeeding waist line away and decided one sugary treat wouldn't kill him.

Blaine reached for his beer and took a long sip, which told Kurt that something was going on in his mind and he was desperate to find out what it was. "He's finding the best way to leave you."

"No he's not!" Kurt snapped, angry at the voice for screaming out his fears.

"What did you say bud?" Burt asked, he had gotten used to Kurt not speaking back to the voice.

"Nothing." Kurt sighed looking down, he didn't want to meet his father's eyes, he didn't want him to see the look of disappointment in his eyes.

"It bugging you?" Burt asked, the question surprising both Kurt and Blaine. Kurt nodded sheepishly, aware of Blaine watching the situation closely. "Tell it to bugger off and start eating your lunch." Kurt couldn't help but chuckle at how his father had put it. He wished it was that easy.

"Tell it," Blaine encouraged. Kurt frowned watching the smile on Blaine's lip, it seemed that Blaine's mood had improved.

"I can't." Kurt giggled, he knew it would sound stupid coming from his lips.

"Go on. Just tell it to leave you alone, you'll feel better." Blaine said softly, Kurt stared at him, how could he not fall for anything the beautiful curly haired man said.

"What if it doesn't leave me alone?" Kurt asked, worried.

"Then at least you tried, and it will go away soon." Burt said gently. Kurt sucked his lip nodding and whispered the words his father had told him to. "Louder."

"People will stare." Kurt insisted.

"There's no one around." Blaine smiled. "Shall we say it together?"

"Okay." Kurt said, chewing his lip.

Blaine smiled and took Kurt's hand under the table, making Kurt gasp. Blaine was holding his hand. It felt so soft and strong at the same time. "Ready?" Blaine smiled.

"Bugger off." Kurt said louder right alongside of Blaine. Kurt looked down and started to laugh, he felt ridiculous, but they were right, he felt better from it. The voice was still there, laughing, taunting him but he felt good.

"I told you." Burt grinned and took a sip of his beer. Kurt rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink too. "Right, you ready to go home?"

"Can we have a movie marathon?" Kurt asked, he wanted to sit back on the sofa and spend time with them both.

"Sounds good." Burt shrugged.

"Blaine?" Kurt said hopefully.

"Maybe I'll stop by in a little bit, i have some work to do first." Blaine said softly. Kurt looked down, disappointed. He wanted to spend time with Blaine too, he didn't want to believe what the voice was saying.

"Kay then." Kurt sighed, he could tell that Blaine was lying, he just didn't know what he was lying about and that was killing him inside.