A/N:Warning for talk about death
Burt Hummel was not prepared for what meets him when he enters his house that night. There is a stranger, a boy Kurt's age, sleeping on his couch. And thats not all, his son is curled up against him, his arms protectively around the other one, and asleep too.
«I'm not ready for this» Burt thinks until he sees the used tissues on the floor, tears marks on both of the boys cheeks. The unknown boy seem to sleep restless, and he is almost whimpering in his sleep.
Burt puts a hand gently on his sons shoulder.
«Kurt, wake up.» He whispers. Kurt moans and turns to look at his father. Burt signals him to keep quiet and follow him into the kitchen. Kurt gets up, trying not to disturb the sleeping body under him.
«Hi, dad. I can explain.» Kurt says as soon as he enter the kitchen.
«I know you can, and I expect you to do so, but do you need some more time first?» Burt nods in the direction of the living room.
«He had a rough time…» Kurt starts, but his father interrupts him.
«I can see that. You don't have to explain right now Kurt. I'll leave you to alone for a while longer.»
«Thanks, dad» Kurt gives his father a hug and goes back to the couch in the living room.
Burt gives the two boys one more look before he walks out the front door and leaves them alone again. He knows he can trust his son. And he is actually very glad to see that Kurt has someone over again. Even it is a boy and they were lying on top of each other on the couch. He trusts Kurt to do the right thing.
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Kurt sits down besides Blaine again and watches him. He is still a sleep and Kurt can't help to think about what Blaine told him. His best friend died in front of him and his parents doesn't even let him talk about him, visit his grave or have a picture of him in his room. He is just expected to live his life like nothing happened. That's cruel.
«He was my best friend in the whole world, Kurt. And I couldn't save him. Nobody could. He was to sick, and there was no cure. And then I had to move here because of other things, and I felt like I lost him again. There is no memorys of him here.»
Blaine opens his eyes, and for a moment he is confused. Then he sits up gently and looks anxiously towards Kurt.
«I'm sorry f..»
«Don't! You have nothing to be sorry about.» Kurt gives him a stern look.
«Oh..well, thank you, Kurt. I think I really needed this.»
«Of course you did, is it something I've learned this past weeks is that it doesn't do you any good to keep it inside.»
«I haven't told anyone the whole story about his death before, and eh..the truth about wanting to be m-more than a f-friend to him…I think my parent kind of new, thats why they…. they are uncomfortable I think. It is easier for them to hide it away than talk about things.…The anniversary of his death is next week…» Blaine bites his lips, and Kurt can't help to think about those lips, how they would feel against his. But he snaps out of it, this is absolutely not the right time to have those thoughts.
«Your secret is safe with me, Blaine.»
«The Glee Club knows that I goes through something, but they don't know the whole story. But they tolerate me having minor break downs now and then. They are really great you know…» A small smile is forming on Blaine's lips.
«I just don't know how to thank you, Kurt.»
«You don't have to, but we could keep in touch if you would like to and maybe we can exchange phone numbers. I'mean if y-you need to talk o-or something.» Blaine stiffens and Kurt can see the panic rise in his eyes.
«Oh my god I went to far!» Kurt thinks and suddenly Blaine jumps up.
«Oh, fuck..!» Kurt can't help to think that was hot. «Look at the time, I should have been home hours ago. Thank you, Kurt! I have to go.» And before Kurt can react he is out the door.