Blaine felt himself freeze where he sat. His mind started racing with Will they call the police? What should I do, now? Will they call my Dad? Will they help me? Will they reject me? What now? What is going to happen now? He had the urge to run, the urge to get away from all this as fast as he could. For the first time in his life, he told someone about what was happening at home, but it never occurred to him that telling someone would result in other people knowing as well. He thought that, by telling Kurt, he would have jumped over a hurdle that he would never have to face again. God, he was so clueless sometimes!

Blaine looked at Kurt with disappointment evident on his features, Kurt looked back at him with sad eyes.

Burt noticed the silent exchange between the two boys and cleared his throat.

'Now, Blaine. Don't go blaming Kurt for this. It's for the best that he told us, even though we had to practically force him to do so.' Blaine looked up at Burt in confusion, and Burt gestured for Kurt to speak.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand briefly to get his attention on him again, and smiled softly at the other boy.

'I asked them if you could stay here for a while.' Blaine's lips formed a silent 'O' and he returned Kurt's squeeze, a hushed affirmation that he wasn't angry.

'And of course,' Burt's voice broke through the silence, 'we couldn't just say yes. We asked him why you would have to stay. Kurt here,' he pointed at his son briefly, 'kept his lips sealed until we said that if he wouldn't tell us what was going on, we simply couldn't let you stay here.'

'I figured that telling them was better than sending you out to find another place to stay or to go back to your father…' Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear. Blaine shuddered slightly when Kurt's lips gently brushed against his earlobe. When he finally regained control of his voice, he asked in a squeaky voice, 'So, what is the verdict?'.

'Blaine, dear,' Carole spoke up. 'We would never send you out there if we can do something about it. You are welcome to stay for as long as you need. I'm sure Kurt wouldn't have a problem with that, and neither would we.'

Blaine didn't know what possessed him to do so, but before he realized it,he was on his feet and throwing his arms around Carole. She chuckled softly and hugged him back. Kurt looked at the both of them with a hint of amusement. When he was done suffocating Carole Blaine turned to Burt and extended his hand. Burt laughed and shook it before pulling Blaine into one of his well-known bear hugs without a word. Blaine's stunned expression was both heart-wrenching and saddening because even though Blaine didn't say it out loud, tehy knew that he had never been hugged by his father.

Blaine let out a breathless 'Thank you' before turning to Kurt who was still sitting on the coffee table and looking at him with a beautiful smile gracing his lips. He tugged Kurt into his arms and held him tighter than he had done with Carole or Burt, breathing another 'Thank you' in the taller boy's ear. Kurt merely tightened his arms around Blaine's waist in response.

'So, Kurt. Why don't you take Blaine down to your room and fix up the couch there for him tonight. We have dinner at 7,' Burt said, looking at his watch before settling down to turn on the television.

'Sure, Dad. See you in a few,' Kurt's voice came out muffled, his face still buried in Blaine's hair. He pulled back from the embrace and started walking towards his room, extending his hand and beckoning Blaine to follow him. Blaine reached for the outstretched hand and simply laced their fingers together, thinking that whatever was going to happen, he'd never get enough of the little touches they shared. Because he was walking behind Kurt, he didn't see the bright smile that appeared on Kurt's face when Blaine's hand enclosed his.

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Fifteen minutes later, they were all sitting down at the table situated at the Hudson-Hummel family's kitchen table. Finn wasn't there because he was going to Puck's house after football practice. Blaine was grateful for that. He didn't want the whole situation reaching Finn's ears because if he was to believe everything that Kurt said, Finn was a total blabber-mouth. Carole had cooked an amazing meal, -not that Kurt or Burt expected otherwise. They started eating and making small talk while doing so.

Carole and Burt were very good at directing the conversation away from Blaine's home life or family. Instead, they talked about the differences between McKinley and Dalton and Burt asked Blaine if he liked cars and football.

After doing the dishes, which was a family moment at the Hudmel household, Kurt and Blaine went back to Kurt's room to change and get ready for bed, and talk some more.

It was then that Blaine realized that he didn't have pajamas… or any other clothes for that matter.

'Uhm… Kurt? I don't have anything to wear to bed,' Blaine said, awkwardly scratching at back of his head.

'That's okay, Blaine. I'm sure you can have some of Finn's old clothes and I have pajamas that you can borrow. And we always keep extra toothbrushes under the sink, so that shouldn't be a problem.'

'Er, Kurt. Finn is like 6 inches taller than I am.'

'You can take one of my shirts, Silly. And I bet you can rock the rolled up pants look like no other.' Kurt winked at him. Blaine felt all fuzzy inside whenever Kurt smiled at him or winked at him. Hell, he was one lovesick teenager.

Kurt started rummaging in his closet and pulled out grey yoga pants and a black v-neck.

'These should fit.' He threw both to Blaine who caught them effortlessly. 'You can change in the adjacent bathroom. There should be a toothbrush in the cabinet under the sink. You'll find it.' Kurt nodded at the door and Blaine walked into the small bathroom to change. Kurt's clothes smelled divine. Blaine loved the scent; it was so Kurt, and he just got lost in it. He emerged a few minutes later, teeth brushed with the pink toothbrush that he found and clad in the clothes that he had gotten from Kurt, still reveling in the fact that they were in fact Kurt's.

Kurt was on his bed with his feet towards the bathroom wearing a pair of dark blue satin pajama pants and a tight white v-neck that perfectly accentuated his lithe, yet muscular chest. Blaine's eyes lingered a little too long so that when Kurt noticed, Blaine turned a bright shade of red. They both did.

Blaine just couldn't help it. Kurt was beautiful and it was obvious that the boy didn't even realize it himself; he had been told otherwise every single day. Kurt walked over to him and playfully snapped his fingers in front of Blaine's eyes, pulling him out of his reverie. Blaine smiled up at Kurt bashfully who returned it before pulling Blaine in a hug.

'I'm just really glad you're okay,' He whispered softly in Blaine's ear and a shiver coursed down his spine.

'And I am just glad I'm here, with you,' he mumbled against the crook of Kurt's neck. His arms moved up to circle around the other boy's waist, reluctant to let go.

Kurt giggled after a couple of minutes when Blaine still hadn't released him. He gave him a peck on the top of his head where his curls broke free from the gel that usually controlled Blaine's unruly hair. Kurt ran his hand through it, unable to restrain himself from doing so, and Blaine let out a content sigh.

They sat down on Kurt's bed, still very much tangled together, and resumed their conversation from earlier that day at school: a discussion about timeless musicals.

They both agreed on 'Wicked', but Kurt thought 'Rent' was an equal match, while Blaine insisted that 'West Side Story' was an all-time favorite.

They ended up singing their favorite songs to each other. Kurt surprised Blaine with his flawless redition of 'Defying Gravity' and Kurt was thrilled to hear Blaine's voice when he sang 'Something's Coming'. When Kurt started singing 'Come what may' from 'Moulin Rouge', Blaine couldn't help but join in. That was how they ended their night.

They bid each other goodnight with one last hug and a peck on the cheek that caused both of them to look away bashfully and to blush scarlet. The whole affection thing was a new concept, for both of them.

Blaine tucked himself in on the couch and Kurt laid down in his queen-sized bed. They said 'good night' another five times before they both sighed happily and drifted off to sleep.

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Kurt awoke two hours later to Blaine yelling and turning around frantically on the couch, with tears streaming down his cheeks, his screams breaking Kurt's bedroom's usual silence. Kurt was by his side in a matter of seconds and began stroking his face in what he hoped was calming gesture. Blaine snapped his eyes open immediately in reaction to being touched and was panting heavily, shivering like he was sick, and mouth wide open with shock. He then recognized Kurt, whose hands were still on his face and who was looking at him with concern. His panting evened out slowly until he remembered what his dream was about and panicked again, his eyes watering and breath coming out in gasps.

'Shh, shh, Blaine- Hey! Listen to me. It was just a nightmare. You're safe! You are with me. See?' Kurt said in a hushed voice. One of his hands closed around Blaine's and squeezed it softly to prove to Blaine that he was really there, that he was real. Blaine gazed into his eyes and with his other hand he brushed a strand of hair out of Kurt's eyes.

'You're with me,' he whispered back, knowing that his dreams could never do justice to the beautiful blue that was found in the deep waters of Kurt's eyes.

'I'm here,' Kurt affirmed, his thumb stroking Blaine's jaw and wiping away the tears that had fallen earlier.

'Kurt, I…' Blaine looked down, ashamed. Kurt put his finger under the broken boy's chin and tilted his face up so that their eyes locked again. The caress seemed to come so naturally to him and it surprised both Kurt and Blaine how comfortable they were with that and felt with each other.

'Blaine, talk to me.'

'Will you sing to me? Hold me?' Blaine cast his eyes down again, almost afraid that Kurt would refuse to do so. It struck Kurt that Blaine had never had someone do that for him, sing or lull him to sleep like every parent should do. He really expected Kurt to say 'no'.

'Of course, I will,' he answered and squeezed Blaine's hand once more.

'Thank you.' Blaine's smile was watery, but it was a smile and it was what Kurt needed to feel a bit less concerned.

'Come on.' Kurt led Blaine to the bed and they both got under the covers. Blaine settled against Kurt's side, his head perching on Kurt's chest where he felt the other boy's heartbeat, proving to him once more that Kurt was there, real, and not just a figment of his imagination.

His hand gripped tightly at Kurt's shirt and his legs tangled together with those of his savior.

Kurt began humming softly before raising his voice a little and started singing softly into Blaine's ear. A familiar melody taking shape into the air between them.

When you're weary

Feeling small

When tears are in your eyes

I will dry them all

I'm on your side

When times get rough

And friends just can't be found

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

When you're down and out

When you're on the street

When evening falls so hard

I will comfort you

Kurt traced patterns along Blaine's back with one hand, his other stroking Blaine's bruised cheek tenderly.

I'll take your part

When darkness comes

And pain is all around

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

Blaine kissed the side of Kurt's neck, causing Kurt to look down at him with a bright smile before giving Blaine a peck on his forehead and inhaling quietly, taking in the perfume that was Blaine. He couldn't help the grin that spread on his lips. Blaine smiled as well; because he felt how Kurt's lips turned up into a smile against him. Just knowing that he made Kurt happy was one of the best things he had ever felt in his entire life.

Sail on Silver Girl

Sail on by

Your time has come to shine

All your dreams are on their way

See how they shine

If you need a friend

I'm sailing right behind

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mind

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mind

By the end of the song, Kurt felt Blaine's chest moving rhythmically up and down against his side and his even breaths caressing the side of his neck. It wasn't long before he too fell asleep. Blaine was still very present in his arms.

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When Kurt woke the next morning, he was aware of a pair of arms wrapped around him and a body pressed tightly against his side.

When he opened his eyes, a curly mop of dark unruly hair came into view and Blaine's peaceful face did as well. Kurt felt his heart warm when he looked at the sleeping boy. He brushed one of Blaine's longer curls back and ran his hand through Blaine's scalp, eliciting a pleased sigh from the other boy. Blaine slowly opened his eyes and was graced with Kurt's bright, angelic face. It was by far the best thing that he had ever woken up to. He refused to close his eyes, even though his lids threatened to drop shut again. He wanted to keep looking at Kurt, and a grin spread across his face when Kurt seemed to be thinking the same thing about looking at Blaine.

'Good morning, you.' Kurt kissed the top of Blaine's head, something that he seemed to not be able to stop doing anymore.

'Well, good morning to you, too,' Blaine said, his grin growing even wider at the sensation of Kurt's lips buried in his hair.

'BOYS, WAKE UP! YOU HAVE SCHOOL IN AN HOUR!' boomed Burt's voice from upstairs.

'I guess that's our cue to get out of bed.'

Blaine gripped him around his waist tightly and buried his face in Kurt's neck again, breathing him in.

'Don't wanna. You're soft and comfortable.' Kurt let out a chuckle in his ear before flipping them over so that he was laying with his chin on his hands that were folded across Blaine's chest.

'Well, you're comfortable too, I'll admit that… But we really have to get ready. I have to find some clothes for you.'

'Fine,' Blaine answered in a whiny voice, eliciting another chuckle from Kurt.

'Oh, come on Grumpy pants.' Kurt winked at him. 'Get in the shower and I'll pass along your clothes, okay?'

Blaine nodded and disappeared into the bathroom.

Kurt walked over to his closet and started rummaging through the hangers that held his pants and through the stacks of shirts and polo's.

He himself settled for a white Henley with a black vest and skin-tight red pants that he then paired with simple black dress shoes.

For Blaine, he opted for a red Henley, black cardigan and dark grey loose fitting pair of jeans that matched perfectly with the black derbies that he had worn when he came to Kurt's house the day before. He wanted to add a black fedora but hesitated, as he figured that it would be too much.

He looked in his underwear drawer and pulled out striped boxers for Blaine and grey boxer briefs for himself and walked over to the bathroom where he pushed the door ajar to drop the clothes inside.

Ten minutes later, Blaine walked through the bathroom door, looking amazing in the outfit that Kurt had picked out for him, not that Kurt expected otherwise. But it still took his breath away to see Blaine wearing his clothes.

'I told you, you would rock the rolled up pants look,' Kurt said, his voice coming out squeaky. He scolded himself silently for his obvious lack of composure.

'You don't accidentally happen to have a bow tie to match this outfit, would you?' Blaine grinned playfully. Kurt puckered his lips in haughtily.

'No. That would be a fashion disaster.' He winked at Blaine cheekily before walking to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He tried to calm himself down while standing in front of the mirror. It was obvious that Blaine didn't know what kind of effect he had on Kurt, or he did and he did it on purpose. When Kurt's thoughts kept drifting to Blaine in that outfit and his hair loose in curls around his face, he turned on the shower and turned the temperature down. Maybe a cold shower would rid him of the things that Blaine seemed to awaken in him.

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Forty minutes later, Kurt's Navigator pulled into the parking lot of McKinley High, with Blaine sitting in the passenger seat and Kurt ignoring the jocks that looked at his car like it was a piece of filth because it was his.

After he parked the car in his usual spot, he turned to Blaine, a bitter smile present on his face.

'Ready for another day in hell?' Kurt asked in a venomous tone that Blaine knew was meant for the ignorant people who attended McKinley.

'As long as I'm with you,' Blaine shrugged, 'I don't care. Just don't leave.' He extended his hand to lace their fingers together and a small smile formed on his lips.

'I'm here,' Kurt said, repeating the exact same thing that he had said to Blaine the night before.