A/N: The sequel to chapter 144. Blaine's Place - a couple of you were requesting it :D
Blaine kept the secret of his apartment for three months after they graduated.
"Blaine, I haven't been to your house in months. Do you parents hate me or something?"
Yes
"No, of course not." Blaine gushed, rolling onto his stomach on Kurt's bed. "They're just really busy."
"Yerah, but that doesn't mean I can't come over…" Kurt walked his fingers up Blaine's leg with a suggestive smirk. "I mean, Burt, Carole and Finn are around so much these days. It would be nice to have some time alone."
Blaine sighed. He didn't even have the option of sneaking in while his parents were out – they'd changed the lock months ago…he'd tried.
"Kurt…please, just drop it. We have fun here, isn't that enough?"
Kurt frowned, recoiling. "Can you please tell me? There's obviously something wrong…"
"No…there's nothing wrong. I'd just rather not stay there, okay?"
He sulkily turned onto his side and Kurt bit his lip, crawing over and sitting behind him.
"Is your dad giving you a hard time again?" he asked softly, trailing his fingers over Blaine's shoulder.
"…you could say that…" Blaine said softly.
Kurt's eyes widened, and he kissed Blaine's arm.
"Talk to me."
"I'd rather not."
"Please?"
Blaine sighed. "Please Kurt…just drop it."
"I don't want to . You're upset and you're worrying me."
Blaine sat up, kissing Kurt on the cheek. "Please don't worry. I am fine. My dad isn't doing anything I don't want him to."
Kurt sighed. "Fine." He kissed his cheek in return. "But…can you talk to me sometime? I feel as if…we don't talk enough. Especially when you're upset. I hate the fact that you are dealing with something on your own. You know you don't have to."
Blaine nodded with a small sigh.
"Can I stay over tonight?"
Kurt nodded happily and hugged him tightly.
^.^
The next morning, Kurt woke with Blaine cuddled into his side (the door being wide open).
Kurt knew something was wrong. Blaine normally woke up scrunched into the corner. The movement woke Blaine, and even he seemed surprised at his position.
"Morning." He whispered groggily.
"Morning." Kurt said softly, stroking his hair away from his eyes gently.
Blaine smiled, carressing his face and giving him a kiss.
"I love you." Blaine whispered and Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's.
"I love you too." Kurt said softly, leaning up on his elbow.
Blaine cuddled in closer and Kurt wrapped his arms around him, kissing his forehead.
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
"You're awfully cuddly."
Blaine shrugged. "I like cuddling."
Kurt sighed. "How are you getting home?"
"Hmm?"
"You took the bus, remember?"
"Oh…yeah. I have no petrol."
"You want me to take you home?" he asked gently, wiping another stray curl from Blaine's eyes.
"Nah…I'll…get the bus back. You probably have better things to do."
"Honestly?" Kurt asked. "I actually don't…"
Blaine laughed. "It's fine."
Kurt frowned.
"Are…are you sure?"
Blaine nodded, rubbing his eyes and snuggling back into Kurt's side, effectively ending the conversation.
^.^
Something was definitely wrong, and Kurt wasn't going to stand for it. He was going to find out what was going on. He pulled into the large driveway outside of Blaine's place, walking up the small hill to his front door. With a determined frown, he rapped his knuckles on the wood.
No more than twenty seconds later, it opened to reveal Mathew Anderson – Blaine's stern and uptight father.
Swallowing hard, Kurt tried his best to be confident. "Hello Mr. Anderson."
Mathew looked him up and down, and Kurt could see the second that he recognised Kurt. His eyes turned cold, his posture suddenly turning defensive, and Kurt's confidence slowly ebbed. His stomach dropped into his abdomen as Mathew regarded him with complete distain.
"Um…is Blaine at home?"
Mathew's eyes narrowed. "Is this a joke?"
"What?"
"You're the faggot who turned my son gay, correct?"
Kurt felt stabbed, but he nodded. "My name is Kurt…"
"I don't care what your name is. You're not welcome here."
Kurt blinked, taken aback. "Can you tell me if Blaine is here, at least?"
Mathew regarded him with a fierce stare. "Get out of here."
"Mr. Anderson…" Kurt said firmly, his heart drumming in his chest. "You…you may not like the lifestyle that I have chosen, nor your son's taste, but I have a right to have my questions answered."
Mathew watched him silently, before it dawned on him. "Blaine didn't tell you then?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Tell me what?"
Mathew smirked. "Blaine isn't here."
"Do you know when he'll be back?"
"Yeah. Never. I told him I never wanted to see his faggot face around here again, let him collect his shit and he fucked off."
Fear gripped at Kurt's chest.
"Today?"
He scoffed. "As if. The day he told me he was transferring to that poor excuse for a school, I told him to get out."
"…He's been living on his own all this time?"
"You're a quick one, aren't you?" Mathew sneered. "Now get the fuck off my land."
The door shut in Kurt's face and he chewed his lower lip, his heard drumming in his chest. Why had Blaine kept this a secret?
More importantly, where had he been living?
^.^
"Blaine. I need to see you. Now." Kurt spoke into his hands-free set, glaring at the road as he drove.
"Someone's eager. What's the occasion?" Blaine grinned easily, lying back against the couch in his apartment.
"You're in trouble. Meet me at the Lima Bean?"
"Trouble?"
"Lima Bean, ten minutes. Okay?"
"Is it…bad trouble?" Blaine asked hesitantly, trying to figure out what Kurt had possibly found. He hadn't done anything that bad lately…unless you counted the- No. Kurt couldn't have found that.
"Just meet me."
"Okay, okay…" Blaine said softly, hanging up and grabbing his keys.
Kurt found himself at the Lima Bean sooner than he expected – but he swear he wasn't speeding. He ordered their usual and sat at their table, drumming his fingers impatiently.
Blaine walked in almost sheepishly, anticipating the lecture he was about to get.
"Drink your coffee…then we'll talk." Kurt muttered, taking a long sip of his drink.
Blaine sat down hesitantly. "Is it big trouble?" he asked again.
"Yeah. Big trouble." Kurt mumbled, because he was seriously pissed.
How could Blaine keep something like that a secret? How did he manage to go through the past year and a half without support?
And how did Kurt not notice?
Blaine sipped his coffee worriedly, shooting a glance at Kurt every few seconds. Finally he cracked.
"Why didn't you tell me you got kicked out?"
Blaine froze. "Oh…"
Kurt stared at him with a frown, hoping that his feeling of betrayal was reflected on his face.
"I'm sorry…" Blaine said softly.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it. I want to know why!"
Blaine faltered, but he resisted the urge to lie. He'd lied enough.
"I just…I didn't want you to freak out. You had enough on your plate." He shrugged. It was the truth.
"Blaine. You got kicked out of your house! You were living on your own. God, we're dating."
"And you're freaking out."
"Of course I'm freaking out. My own boyfriend didn't even tell me that he was living away from home. What the hell happened?"
Blaine sighed. "I told my dad I wanted to go to McKinley. He asked me why and I told him it was for you. He hit me, told me to leave, and I did. I spent the first month with Nick, then my mother bought me an apartment."
"Your mother?"
Blaine nodded. "She pays the rent without dad knowing."
Kurt's eyes softened, his hand resting on top of Blaine's gently.
"Can we go?"
Blaine frowned, expecting a stronger reaction. "What?"
"I'd like to see it."
"It isn't anything special…"
"Yeah…but I'd like to see it. "
Blaine sighed. "Promise me you won't force me to come live with you?"
Kurt looked almost hurt. "You don't want to live with me?"
Blaine grinned. "We both need our space sometimes. I spend most of my nights with you anyway…the apartment is just where I store my crap."
Kurt sighed sadly. "Can you promise me something?"
Blaine cocked an eyebrow.
"Promise me you'll tell me things from now on? Big things…especially things like this. I…it feels like you don't trust me."
"I trust you."
"Yeah…I know…but it feels like you don't. I just…I don't know why you didn't want to tell me."
"I hate depending on someone. It's…it's not my thing." Blaine admitted and Kurt smiled slightly.
"You have me though. I want you to depend on me as much as I depend on you."
"You depend on me?"
"Of course…I love you Blaine. I want to give myself to you completely…"
Blaine raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face. "More completely than we already have…?"
"Shut up! I'm trying to be romantic here!"
Blaine shook his head happily, squeezing Kurt's hand.
"You are romantic, and I appreciate it."
Kurt grinned, squeezing Blaine's hand back.
"And I promise…I'll talk to you next time."
A/N: Claire and Jacky are being bitches.