Gleekforever12345: Please stop spoiling for season 5. I haven't seen it yet. Yeah Jarley are so cute! And I would never kill them or something like that.

Helena: Jo, nu ska vi fika med en lagom mängd köttbullar! Haha. KÖTTBULLAR! Kul att du också är svensk, det är roligt att ha någon som kommenterar på svenska för en gångs skull. Jag älskar också sickfics, jag hoppas att du fortsätter med att läsa den här.

Precious- passenger: First of all. I am so happy over that long review. And I'm so happy you liked that chapter. I was actually not sure about using that idea with Jack. But now I'm happy I did. I was actually thinking about bringing in Puck's sister being taken care of by Barole- but that idea was for BDW… so I'm not sure… I'll try to get it in though. I'll see if I can use your ideas- I do have an idea for Carole being sick and Burt taking care of her- it will probably be used in either this or BAtZ. Or I will make it a one- shot. I've also got some ideas from your ideas so I'll see when they will pop up. I'm so happy you liked that chapter. I was afraid there would be too much conversation with the part with Carole and Millie. I can't believe you liked it that much and I'm so happy you did. And I'm proud of you too. I will update… some time. But I've had some stuff to do the last few weeks so I've barely had the time to write anything lately.

LocalXmusicXjellybeanX: YAY you're finally reading SfAtZ.Awww, "Hugs." I do that? Yeah maybe I do. Hmm… when I was younger actually I heard that I needed to get better with writing emotional so I guess I've worked at it since then. Yeah- at this point it's quite interesting to write Carole- hard- but interesting. Thank you and I'm glad you liked it

I am so, so, so sorry. If you want to know the reasons I've been so bad with updating lately it's on the top of my profile.

And at last before you read the chapter- I have just about no experience of alcohol and hangovers… so if I get things wrong I'm sorry.

I is for Idiot

I was walking towards my car in the parking lot from the grocery store. It had gone dark outside and at this time a day and week there were always a gang of drunks sitting outside the store. I barely had the time to notice that today there was a group- and then a few meters from there a lonely boy before I looked up and ahead of me and concentrated on walking. But I managed to get a pretty good glimpse of the boy before I turned my head, he was middle length, had curly, tousled black hair and leaned against the wall and looked down in the ground with a can of beer in his hand. I didn't look to see anything more as I looked to where I was going and concentrated on continuing to walk so hard I barely heard the weak, hoarse voice that called out for me.

"Mrs. Hummel?" It took me a few seconds to actually register what he had said so I had walked a few steps past the young man sitting on the pavement, before I stopped when I suddenly realized he had called my name and I turned around. It took me a while to recognize the young man without all the usual hair gel and neat clothes he always used switched to tousled curls and sweat pants and a hoodie with ragged sneakers.

"Blaine?" At last I recognized the young man and I took a few steps closer and put the grocery bags on the ground as I kneeled down and reached my hand out to stroke away a tress of the dark hair that had fallen into Blaine's eyes. "What have you done to yourself?"

It had been about a week since we had a Skype- call from a devastated Kurt that crying managed to explain to us that Blaine had come to New York and- to make a long story short, told Kurt he had cheated on some other guy and then left early in the morning before Kurt had woken up in the morning.

I was angry at Blaine- of course I was- he had really hurt Kurt- and Kurt was as good as my son. But I wasn't close as angry as Burt had been. Burt had been walking back and forth for most part of that day and mumbling about one possible payback after another- or impossible for that matter and maybe it was the fact that I had never been that angry but thinking about Blaine's persona and just known from the start that there was something else in the story before this other guy that Kurt had missed. It didn't mean that I thought it was a good excuse- to me nothing would be a good explanation for hurting another person like that- whatever it was that was the explanation- I felt the anger towards Blaine Anderson run off me as I looked at him at this moment.

Despite how Blaine always would have his hair pulled back with what seemed like a whole box of hair gel now it was all gone and his hair stood right up except for a few tresses that had fallen into his eyes. His hazel eyes were tired and- how would I be able to be angry with someone who looked at me with such puppy- eyes, he was dressed in too big sweatpants and hoodie and ragged sneakers, on top of it all the can in his hand didn't exactly make the impression better along with how he stunk of alcohol.

"I messed it up." Blaine slurred. "My parents are gone all the time- Cooper's better than me. I messed up with K-Kurt- the only person who ever cared for me and now… now you all hate me!" I didn't know what to answer, so I stated that we didn't hate him, took the can from him and placed it on the pavement before I more or less pulled Blaine to his feet while I took the bag with my other hand. "Wha' are you doing?" Blaine slurred. "You…. You hate me!"

"I couldn't hate you Blaine." I stated and pulled him towards my car, more or less pushed him into the back seat and then got into the driver's seat myself and then drove. The whole ride home I wondered about what on earth I would say to Burt coming home with Blaine. If I knew Burt right he wasn't resentful- but memories of when he had kicked Finn out after hurting Kurt started coming back- and I prayed to God he would give Blaine another chance- or at least let me give him another chance.

I looked to Blaine in the rearview mirror. He laid across about half of the back seat- hanging in the seatbelt and with his face pressed towards the middle of the backseat. Every time I hit a bump in the road he'd groan, but he still stayed at the exact same point all the time until I pulled over on our driveway.

"Come on." With the groceries forgotten in the passenger seat in the front I more or less pulled Blaine out of the car and to his feet. I held onto his hoodie a good bit away from myself because of the smell of alcohol, and kept him as good as I managed steady, pulled him up the porch steps and then let him lean against me as he was getting more unsteady and we walked through the door and I called out for Burt.

Burt's eyes seemed to go from its usual green to black when Burt saw who I brought through our front door. But after I gave him a meaning look he grabbed onto the other side of Burt's shirt from me and helped me to pull him over to the sofa as his feet seemed to be touching the floor the less by every step and at last I could let go and let Burt push him down in the sofa and then left the room.

Blaine groaned and rolled over to his side, he seemed to be on the verge of falling asleep so I decided that whatever it would be that I was going to say- it could wait until he would actually be able to remember what I had said. I unwrapped a blanket that hung on the back of the sofa and spread it over him. Before I walked out of the living room and out in the kitchen where Burt sat on a chair with his hands shoved in his pockets and a body language I knew meant that he was angry with me.

"Burt" I began. "I know what you're thinking. But he sat outside the grocery store, he's definitely had way too much to drink and the boy's miserable what was I supposed to do?" Burt sighed and stroke his chin before he slowly started speaking to answer me.

"You did the right thing Carole." He stated. "But I… I cannot look at that boy without wanting to rip him into pieces for what he did to Kurt. And that's why I'm angry he's here." Burt looked down to the table. "And then I feel bad because I want to rip him to pieces which makes me even angrier because I'm angry with myself." Burt sighed. "But you did nothing wrong. I won't be helping you help him but if you need anything just let me know okay."

I wrote a list of the things I would need now when Blaine was here- and drunk and gave it to Burt along with giving him a quick hug and then sent him off to the grocery store before I got the things I needed that we already had. A glass of water, a wet cloth, a bucket and a change of Finn's clothes- that would be way too big for Blaine but he'd need to change clothes later.

I sat down on the coffee table on the edge by Blaine's head and carefully wiped of his face with the cloth I had gotten. He groaned, but didn't wake up and rolled over to his other side- away from me before I had the time to finish what I'd started. I laid the cloth to the side and run my hand over the young male's forehead before sitting down in the other sofa and grabbed a book from the table that I started reading.

I had planned to stay up with Blaine- just to be on the safe side if he got sick. But Burt hadn't even come back from the store yet before I fell asleep and sunk back towards the cushions of the sofa and yet I fought for as long as possible to keep my eyes open but the eyelids just felt so heavy. "Just five minutes" I mumbled to myself before they closed and the book fell to the floor when I fell asleep.

I woke up with a sharp intake of breath what felt like suddenly. But some time must have passed because someone- Burt- had spread a blanket over me and there laid a note on the table "the things you asked for are in the kitchen. I didn't want to wake you up" it read with Burt's sloppy handwriting. I smiled and threw the blanket of me and stood up and was just on my way out to the kitchen to get some of the things when I heard Blaine groan and he started moving.

I quickly placed the note back on the table and rushed over to Blaine and sat down on the arm support by his head, he groaned and then slowly opened his eyes and coughed weakly, he pushed himself up into sitting position but didn't get anywhere further before he leaned against the sofa and started breathing forced deeply in a way I knew what it meant. "You've got a bucket here." I reached down and took the bucket to hold it in front of Blaine and moved my other hand and started stroking his back. "It's okay Honey."

Blaine continued taking deep breaths, then they got shorter and shorter and suddenly he lurched forward and threw up. "Okay, you're okay." I comforted as well as I could. "It's okay honey just relax." I continued stroking his back and comforting with my voice as long as it lasted, afterwards a quick glance at the kitchen clock on the way to the bathroom told me it was right after midnight- this would be a long night!

"I'm such an idiot." Blaine slurred when I came back. "I am such an idiot- I am such an idiot- I am such an idiot." I didn't know what to say in argue to that. I didn't want to admit that's what I thought- but Blaine really was an idiot for doing what he did to Kurt- and I can't say that what he seemed to have been doing afterwards- turning to alcohol and a shadow of his future self- was any better than that.

"Oh Blaine." I sighed and turned around to go out in the kitchen and get ginger ale to cool his stomach down and Advil for his headache- hopefully it'd help at least a little bit- before I took the things and walked back into the living room and sat down on the coffee table and handed Blaine the things. "Here." Blaine had been sitting resting his head towards the back of the sofa and just barely opened them to see what I was handing him.

"You should hate me you know." He stated. "I hurt Kurt. Then I was at school for like two days and then I left your son and Sam without a word to anyone where I was going. And then I end up like… this!" I sighed, and brainstormed for something that would be a good answer- without making Blaine feel even worse.

"I don't hate you Blaine- I could never hate you." I rubbed his head. "And just disappearing like that wasn't that well made because the boys have been very scared that something might have happened to you. Drink! You need the fluid!" I pointed to the can of ginger ale in Blaine's hand. "They're staying at some friend's to Sunday morning though- you don't have to be worried they will come rushing through the door or down the stairs and see you like this though."

Blaine sighed and took a sip from the can. "But you made a few mistakes." I continued. "We all make them- some worse than others- I know you made quite a lot of them in the last few weeks but I know that you never meant to hurt anybody- because I know you Blaine. And I cannot hate you." Blaine sighed once again and took another sip- probably to save some time before he'd have to answer me.

"I love Kurt." He said at last. "But I was lonely I…. I didn't know what I was doing- or I did but… God my head." He put his head in his hands, I continued rubbing his back. I knew Blaine loved Kurt- now as much as he ever did. They belonged together but Blaine had made a mistake in a time when he could barely see clear- and I felt really bad for them both at this part.

But one thing was for sure- Klaine- as the kids called it- were going to end up together. They were just meant to be so however it happened. Blaine was going to make right what he had done wrong.

Blaine leaned back towards my shoulder drowsily. I moved and let him fall back towards the cushions of the sofa while I moved back to the other sofa again and watched him as the teenager fell asleep and then picked up my book and continued reading it.

I stayed awake through the rest of the night and the early morning. Blaine would sleep a bit on and off. Throw up, fall asleep again. Shiver cold no matter how many blankets I spread over him and unwillingly drink from the can of ginger ale when I more or less forced him to do it.

At about seven Burt came stumbling down the stairs and into the living room on his way to the kitchen. Blaine was just on the verge of falling asleep once again but looked up slightly and looked to Burt. Burt looked back, and when Blaine's hazel eyes met Burt's green- so much guilt and misery shined through them I literally thought my heart would break.

Burt looked away and I could hear him make coffee for himself before he walked into his office next to the kitchen. Blaine was asleep again, shivering cold despite all the blankets I had spread over him- along with Finn's hoodie that didn't seem to help much. I stood up and walked into Burt's office. There was a sofa standing behind Burt's desk chair for us to use and I sat down in it and pulled my feet up under me while Burt was waiting for his computer to start.

"He's feeling really bad about what he's done you know." I stated. "At least talk to him. I know you're angry but… you know what I mean." Burt spun around in the chair and bit his lip while he talked to me- like he'd always do when he was thinking hard about what to say not to make matters worse.

"I know what you mean love." He silent. "And I'm still angry for what he did to Kurt." I tried to interrupt and tell him that of course he was but Burt held up a hand to silent me. "But… after everything that he did for Kurt… heck I want to hate him for what he did but how am I supposed to hate one that made my son so happy?" I smiled. "So what do you say? Can I just send in these e-mails, think about what I'm going to say and then go talk to him?" I nodded- but just as Burt turned back towards his desk my head tipped to the side towards the high arm support- apparently the few hours of sleep I had gotten before Blaine woke up the first time hadn't been enough for one night- and the last thing I remembered before I drifted off was Burt standing up- and for the second time in less than twelve hours he unfolded a blanket and spread over me.

I woke up with a start what to me felt like a split second later (when I checked the time it turned out to be about an hour later) and Burt had left the room. I stood up and walked out of the room and through the kitchen- I was just on my way to check how Blaine was doing when I heard Burt talking to him and- you'll have to forgive me for stopping with the door held slightly opened to listen to them.

"Blaine whatever- your- middle- name- is And…"

"Devon."

"Blaine Devon Anderson- if I hear you say that I should hate you one more time then I don't know what I'm going to do with you. I know you hurt my son- and I'm very angry for it. But how am I supposed to hate you? You made him so entirely happy for such a long time… you saved his life more than you could ever believe. If it wasn't for you my son wouldn't be there to get hurt so how would I hate you after everything you did for him?"

"You should hate what I did."

"I do… oh I do but I could never hate you and I think you know that." Silence fell over the room for several seconds before Burt spoke up again. "And if I know you right you're going to make this right again. Even I can see you're meant to be together so don't you dare give up on him." Silence fell over the room all until gagging- once again was heard from Blaine. "Okay." Through the opening between the frame and the door I could see Burt stroking the younger man's back. "It's okay. Just get it all out." I smiled and walked back into the kitchen to get another can of ginger ale.

"I'm such an idiot" Blaine moaned and fell back towards the pillows just as I came into the living room. I opened my mouth to say something but Burt was faster and interrupted before I had the time- and what he said just seemed so…. Him!

"I'm not going to argue against that kiddo."

Well… how many liked the ending? Well… again- I'm sorry for the long wait. So… well… bye to next time.