Chapter 14

"I think I need to talk to my son..."

Kurt wanted to be there for Blaine when he woke up, it was his fault that Blaine started having nightmares anyway... at least that was what he thought. It couldn't be a coincidence that he pretty much forced Blaine to talk about his past, that he was sure the boy would much rather forget, and then the boy started having nightmares.

"Kurt?" The tall boy looked up and saw that Mr. Anderson was looking at him.

"Sorry.. yes sure that's okay. I was just thinking. Just... Just make sure that he texts me."

Mr. Anderson nodded, then looked back down to his son, running his fingers through the boys hair in a calming manner. The last time he had done this was when Blaine was a small boy. He had fell off of the swing that they had in the garden and cut his knee. He was in tears in an instant after that.

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"Daddy!" He heard the 6 year old scream.

Mr. Anderson ran into the garden as quick as he could. The worst thoughts running through his head. Maybe he'd broke his arm or his leg. What if he hit his head?

"Blaine?!" His little boy was sat on the ground near the swing with tears running down his face. He ran over and knelt down next to the small child, "What happened little man?"

Blaine sniffled and looked up at his dad, "I was getting off the swing... and... and I jumped and then I fell over and cut open my knee."

He looked down at his sons knee and saw that he had cut it, but it wasn't as bad as the little boy had made out to be. He let out a small laugh when he looked back out and saw the Blaine was reaching out to him with grabby hands.

He pulled the shorted boy into his arms, making sure to not get blood on his shirt, and carried him to the kitchen, "Let's get you all cleaned up."

"Okay daddy." The small boy sniffled.

He sat his son down on the table in the kitchen, and pulled a first aid kit out of the cupboard on the wall. He turned around and stood in front of Blaine. He opened the first aid kit, and pulled out a disinfecting wipe.

"Okay Blainers, this may sting a bit ok? I need you to be a big boy and stay strong for me okay?" The little boy nodded and waited for his dad to wipe over the cut.

When the wipe hit the cut, Mr. Anderson heard his son whimper in pain, but just like he had told him, he was staying strong and being a big boy. Once he was sure the cut was clean, he reached back into the bag and pulled out a plaster.

"Noooo daddy. I want a Harry Potter one. That one's got no pictures on it." Blaine whined loudly.

The older man let out a long sigh, and walked back to the cupboard to get the specified item. He pulled out one of the plasters then let out an annoyed huff as he heard,

"Noooo. That's Slytherin, daddy. I can't have that one! I'm a Gryffindor!"

The old man turned back changing the items again before holding up the bandage and smiling as the small boy nodded his head vigorously.

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A quiet whine brought the aging man out of his thoughts. He looked down at his son. He watched as the boys face scrunched up in fear and he started to twitch away from physical contact.

The twitching soon became writhing as if he was locked in the confines of the horrors of the world. The scrunch of fear became screams of terror and pain.

Mr. Anderson gently took his son into his arms, whispering words of comfort as the boy slowly calmed down, "It's okay son. You're safe here. I won't let them hurt you... never again."

The boy slowed down and slowly woke up.

"Daddy?" The boy mumbled.

Mr. Anderson nodded and pulled the boy close to his chest, "I'm here Blainey. I'm here."

Blaine shuffled closer to his father, "I- I'm sorry daddy. I... I want the nightmares to stop."

Mr. Anderson didn't know what to do about this. He thought that Blaine had stopped having nightmares long ago. Were they even about the attack, or was something else going on? He looked down at his son, and tried to think through scenarios which may have made the boy react the way he did.

"You're okay, Blaine. You're okay." He whispered to his son.

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They stayed that way for a long time. Mr. Anderson simply held his son while he calmed down from his recent fright. They hadn't really spoke about what happened, the only real communication was Blaine's father trying to calm the boy.

They moved from the boy's bedroom to the living room where they were now sat.

"You gonna tell me what the dream was about?"

Blaine curled in on himself slightly, resting his head on his dad's shoulder.

"It was just about Sadie Hawkins. I just remembered it ever since the whole Karofsky thing. I don't really know why I started having nightmares about it though. It wasn't what it used to be, it changed. I... I died in this one... in the other one I just watched everything that happened to me, but... I don't know. It was scary."

Richard Anderson sighed, and tightened his grip on his son.

He turned on the television and let his son choose the programme that they were going to watch.

"Sherlock okay?"

Mr. Anderson laughed, "You only watch this because you have a crush on Benedict Cumberbatch. I'm not stupid Blaine."

The son laughed slightly, but put the programme on anyway...

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When Mrs. Anderson walked into the house later that night, the last thing she expected to see were old re-runs of cop shows, and her husband and son laid out on one of the sofas, both snoring softly.

She smiled lightly, and pulled out a blanket from the cupboard in the hallway after she took her coat off, before walking back into the living room and covering the two men.

She rubbed her stomach and whispered to herself, "You're going to be happy in this family baby, I know you will."

That's all for this chapter. I'm sorry for how long it took for me to upload this, I've been blocked from writing for a while. Anyway, had to mention Sherlock and Benedict because A) It's an awesome show, and B) Who doesn't love Benedict Cumberbatch? He's beautiful.

Anyway, hope you all like this chapter. I have exams, so I don't really know when the next chapter will be up. Love you guys! Keep Calm and Eat Redvines 3