A/N: You guys better be happy about how these last few are all over a thousand words, because I wasn't planning on doing that. :D

Sorry this one took so long. I kinda had a brain fart. But now I'm back on track! You all have NO idea how happy I am.

Also, just a little warning, the rating might change to M in future chapters. So if you're not ok with reading rated M stories, I'll put warnings beforehand.

The Tour

"You should come to sectionals," Kurt stated suddenly from his side of the couch. Blaine nearly spit out his water, swallowing it wrong and ended up in a coughing fit. Kurt patted his back lightly.

"What?" Blaine sputtered, catching his breath.

"You should come see my glee club perform at our sectionals," Kurt repeated.

It had been nearly two weeks since dinner with the Hummels, and Kurt still felt awful, Blaine could tell. But it wasn't his fault. He got stuff like that too much to care anymore.

But what Finn said…it scared him.

For some reason, but to Blaine's enjoyment, Kurt still came over to talk to him when he wasn't in school or glee or with his new friends.

Blaine shifted his legs off the couch and moved to get up, his face indifferent. "Um…I don't think that's the best idea."

Kurt's eyebrows lifted. "Why?"

"I don't want to ruin your night." Blaine hugged himself tightly from where he was standing.

"How would you ruin my night, Blaine?" Kurt asked slowly.

"Because I…everywhere I go people treat me like a freak or a monster. They always look at me like I'm scum." He shrugged, "I guess I deserve it somehow."

Kurt looked too surprised to reply.

"I thought you knew this already." The twenty year old tightened his hold on himself.

"I didn't think it was that awful, Blaine. Not enough to make you think you deserve something like that."

Now Blaine was tearing up. "But Kurt, you don't understand. Finn was-"

He stopped himself. How could he explain something like this? He didn't even know Kurt very well.

Kurt stood and placed his hand on the older boy's shoulder. "'Finn' what?"

"Doesn't matter. I'll think about sectionals, okay?" Kurt new that was as good as he would get for now. "I need another pencil. They're in my room, I'll-"

"I'll get it," Kurt offered.

Blaine put up his hand. "No, I-"

"I need to go to the bathroom, anyway. It's okay, really. I'll get it." Blaine slowly lowered his hand and allowed Kurt to move passed him, watching him walk up the stairs. Did he even know where he was going? Blaine shouldn't have let him go up there. He prayed Kurt wouldn't walk in to somewhere he shouldn't.

Ten minutes passed. Kurt still hadn't returned.

Blaine got up to see if he was okay. He checked his room, no one. He checked the bathroom. Door open and light off. Blaine called out as a final attempt, no answer.

Blaine was so close to panicking. Kurt did that a lot. Make him panic.

He guardedly checked his parent's room. Nothing. Good.

The only room left was Cooper's.

Blaine walked in haltingly, and breathed in apprehensively when he found Kurt looking at Cooper's old bulletin board that he hadn't used since he was in high school.

"I haven't been in this room in years," Blaine spoke from the doorway. Kurt turned, his expression surprised at first, then apologetic. "I used to sneak in here at night after he moved to college. I didn't like my room, and I never saw my parents during the day. Cooper was…really all I had." Blaine sat on the bed. It felt right. "Until he left, at least."

Kurt breathed in deeply, trying to think of something so say, but couldn't, so he settled for sitting next to Blaine on the bed.

"Everyone thought he was on drugs or something. But he wasn't. I…I was there." Kurt's eyes widened. "No, not when he killed them! I didn't witness it…b-but I witnessed him…I saw him before…" Blaine stopped. He would start sobbing if he didn't.

Kurt looked like his heart was being torn bit by bit, scraping away and falling to the tips of his toes. He looked like he wanted to cry. Why does Blaine always manage to upset someone?

"Do you want to see the rest of the house?" He was getting better at changing the subject.

Kurt nodded, too intrigued not to, and followed Blaine down the hall. "This is my room."

Kurt looked inside. The room was exceptionally clean for a twenty year old boy. The books were in place, the bed was made, no food or clothes on the floor. Blaine kept everything crisp and neat.

They moved on to the next room. Blaine's parent's room.

The sheets on the bed were removed, and the mattress was flipped.

To hide the bloodstains, Kurt thought.

The curtains and floor were well vacuumed; the closet and drawers were cleaned out. There was nothing left of Mr. and Mrs. Anderson except for the stains of red on the bottom of the comforter.

"I'm sure you know I found them." His voice was so quiet.

"Yes."

"Probably one of the only accurate rumors I've heard. But…I only found my mama. I didn't bother looking for my dad because I already knew."

Kurt's eyes swam with tears. "That's horrible, Blaine. I can't imagine…I wish I could say I know how you feel."

Blaine didn't answer. They stood there for a few minutes, taking in the sad atmosphere.

Blaine eventually cocked his head toward the door, "I want to show you something else." He grabbed Kurt's hand without thinking. "Come on."

Blaine leads him to the end of the second hall where a flight of stairs leads up to a third floor. As they ascended the stairs, Kurt saw that there was no floor, but a door on the ceiling.

The roof. Why the roof?

Blaine lifts the door over his head and leads Kurt to the top. Kurt doesn't notice anything spectacular about it, until he turns, and sees a large, comforted bench covered in sheet music and beside it a classic acoustic guitar, scratched and worn from years of use.

Blaine sits down on the bench, and pats the space beside him. Kurt sits.

"This is my favorite place in the house," Blaine shares, swallowing hard. "I'm away from everything while still being home. This is where I was when you first heard me."

Kurt smiles, remembering when he first heard Blaine's wonderful playing, and when he heard him crying afterward. Kurt wondered how weird this must've been for Blaine – showing Kurt his family's bedrooms. Yet he offered to show him anyway, because Blaine wanted Kurt to know him. Know the real him. Kurt smiled when he realized Blaine's probably never brought anyone else up here before, and how he was getting to know Blaine bit by bit. There may be holes in his story, but Kurt wasn't worried about finding out the truth. Blaine wasn't his brother, or his past.

"Will you play me something?" He wanted to hear Blaine's wonderful voice again.

Blaine looked like he was about to say no, and yet he nodded, and grabbed the neck of the instrument.

He started to play.

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