Blaine, without opening his eyes, reached in to his pocket and answered the call. "Hello…Katie? Where the hell were you guys?... No we lost…what?... wait slow down….. HE WHAT?...ok calm down, I'll be right there!" Blaine jumped out of the bed, threw on his shoes and was headed to the front door.

"What's going on?" Kurt followed Blaine to the hallway.

"My mom's in the hospital! My dad… I have to go!" Blaine was practically out the door.

"Wait Blaine, you can't drive like this. You're freaking out." Kurt grabbed his keys and follow Blaine out to the car. The ride was tense. Blaine couldn't sit still. Kurt didn't know what to say. When they got to the hospital, Blaine ran for the door before they were even fully parked.

"Anderson, Claire! What room is she in? I'm her son!" Blaine yelled at the receptionist. She directed him to the room. Kurt just followed quietly, but quickly behind. When they got to the waiting area, Anna and Katie ran to their brother, pulling him into a giant hug. Kurt looked past them and saw an elderly woman watching them. She wore an unseasonable yellow sundress and bright orange rain boots. Kurt figured this was Blaine's grandmother. He did mention that she was quite the terrible dresser.

"Blainey! I missed you so, so, so much!" Anna practically exploded with her excitement. "And you brought Kurtsie!"

"Kurtsie?" Blaine looked at Kurt with a big dopey smile. Kurt sighed, looks like Anna forgot about keeping that a secret name. "Cute nickname. Yes, Kurt came too. I've been staying at his house all week."

"You were staying at your boyfriends house?" Katie raised an implying eyebrow.

"In separate rooms, you perv." Blaine joked back, neglecting to mention the late night rendezvous they have shared. It was comforting to see how seeing his sisters lightened Blaine's mood. When their grandmother approached, everyone got serious again, remembering where they were and why.

"Hi Nana. This is Kurt, my boyfriend." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him closer.

"Oh so this is the Kurt that the girls won't shut up about? I'm Jo-Ann. But call me Nana. Everyone does… Jo-Ann is a terrible name! It's a fabric store for god's sake!" Jo-Ann was clearly more liberal than most grandparents. She didn't even blink when Blaine said boyfriend.

"So, how is she?" Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand.

Sensing that her Nana was going to be, well herself, Katie took her 7 year-old sister away from the inevitable profanity. "Oh just a few broken ribs and bruises. You know your mother she'll be fine. That deadbeat father of yours will be the one getting punishment as he rots in that jail cell. I never liked that man. He's a fucking asshole! Yes, I know that without him I wouldn't have you grandkids, but… well fuck him!"

Kurt had never had an adult use that kind of language around him so nonchalantly.

"Wait, so what actually happened?" Blaine ran his fingers through his bed head.

"That fucking lush showed up at my house looking for you kids. When she tried to stop him he beat the living shit out of her. The police got there before I did. Katie was the one who called. Poor kid, she's too young to have to worry about this stuff. Especially after what that dink did to her!"

"Can I… we go see her?" Kurt was touched that Blaine wanted him there with him.

"She's in there with the officer right now. That's why we're out here. When she's done go on ahead. But they might wanna hear about the whole ordeal last week. And they also might want Katie to report about last year…" her voice trailed off. This was the third time he heard about an incident with Katie, but he had no idea what happened. He knew better than to ask though.

After the police talked to Blaine, Jo-Ann, Anna, and attempted to speak to Katie (who wouldn't bring up last year, no matter how much her siblings begged her), the boys entered the hospital room. Blaine's mother was sitting up while a nurse helped her fix her hair and make-up. Kurt stayed by the door.

"Mommy?" Blaine regressed into a small child as he climbed into the bed next to her. She held him close, careful not to put pressure on any injuries. "I'm sorry… it's all my fault…" He burst into the tears he had been holding in since Katie's phone call.

"Shh, no sweetheart. Don't you ever say that. Your father is not a well man. It's no one's fault but his." She stroked his hair to calm him.

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked wiping his eyes.

"Blaine, you are an angel and I love you more than anything. You are the best son a mother could ever ask for!" She glanced up, spotting Kurt, "And if you don't introduce me to your adorable friend soon, he might freeze in that 'I feel awkward' pose forever!"

"I'm Kurt. The, uh, boyfriend." Kurt jumped in before Blaine could process his mother's words. "It's very nice to meet you."

"Kurt? The boy you're staying with? Blaine you didn't mention you were staying at your boyfriend's house?" She tried to use her best mom voice.

"Did I forget to mention that?" Blaine made his puppy dog eyes, that were similar to Anna and Katie's, at his mother. Kurt was starting to think this was a hereditary trait.

"Don't worry, Ms. Anderson, my dad is really protective and we're in separate rooms. He even has my step-brother on guard!"

"Besides, mom, I didn't want to stay with anyone but the love of my life, if I can't stay with my family." Kurt blushed. He would never get over the fact that Blaine was in love with him. He also loved that Blaine was so matter of fact about it. He could never be so bold with his dad. Blaine's mother wasn't upset about the living situation anymore, in fact, she looked ecstatic. She seemed genuinely happy for her son.

"Kurt, come over her. Let me get a good look at the boy my son loves."

Kurt approached her. He really liked her and he was glad she was ok. He didn't know what Blaine would have done if it was bad news.