Blaine smiled at the sleepy boy next to him, thankful that they didn’t have work again today. They still needed to visit Kurt’s house and check on it, but that can wait. Last night was strange, Kurt is definitely not okay. Blaine hated seeing Kurt look so scared, it just proved how real this is. Seven people are on a hit list, two are dead, Kurt could be next, and no one knows why. Blaine shuddered, pulling his counterpart closer to him.

Kurt nuzzled his head into Blaine’s chest, smiling against his warm skin. “Blaine?”

Blaine jumped a little in surprise of the quiet voice, “Kurt! You’re awake, you scared me!”

“Hi,” Kurt giggled rubbing his eyes and looking up at his boyfriend. “Blaine?”

“Yes Kurt?” Answered Blaine batting his eyelashes and running his hands up under Kurt’s shirt tracing small designs on his bare skin.

“Will you tell me why you didn’t want to meet my family last night? Remember, you asked if my dad was accepting of me or not?” He asked in a small curious voice.

Blaine hadn’t forgotten about that little problem, actually, but after everything that happened last night it got pushed to the far back on his mind. He thought Kurt forgot about it, silently wishing that he had. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Kurt to tell him his past family problems but he honestly didn’t want to relive it. He doesn’t even know where to start, so much has happened throughout his miserable childhood.

He pushed himself up so that he was leaning against the head board and sighed. Kurt scrambled from under the covers and sat back on his knees only a few inches away from Blaine. Kurt grabbed his hand and looked him right in the eye, “Blaine you don’t have to tell me if this is such a bad trigger for you. I can’t stand to see you upset.”

Blaine bit his lip and looked down at the floor next to the bed. “No I can do this…I need to do this.”

Kurt brushed his curly hair off of his forehead and kissed his cheek. “You can do this.”

Blaine took a deep breath reassuring himself, “My parents has always been so…fascinated with this idea of ‘the perfect family’. I grew up in this huge house with my older brother setting everything in line. My parents viewed him as perfect, like you can’t get anymore perfect than him. Of course he tried teaching me all about girls and he was constantly bringing girls home. I realized that I was gay when I was 10 years old. I didn’t come out to anyone until I was almost 13. I think my parents always knew that I was gay, that’s why I they never loved me as much as my brother.”

“I didn’t even know that you have a brother.” Kurt said, quietly interrupting him.

“I don’t like to mention him because everyone instantly goes ‘Oh my gosh Ethan Anderson is your brother? How is he? Is he still dating that pretty girl? Is he still number one in law school?’” Blaine mimicked in a silly voice rolling his eyes.

“Well I for one prefer the ever handsome Blaine Anderson.” He smiled lightly brushing his blunt fingernails down Blaine’s neck.

“Thanks.” Blaine blushed, before continuing on with the story. “I came out when I was 13 to my parents, I wasn’t even planning on doing it. It kind of happened by accident. My whole family had to attend to this award ceremony dinner thing for my grandfather. Naturally Ethan had a date for it. So my parents thought it would be a great idea for them to invite this super weird girl who is the daughter of one of my mom’s uptight friends, for me. She was all over me the entire night, it was absolutely terrible. She was orange, Kurt, orange.”

Kurt cringed picturing poor young Blaine being attack by something that resembled an Oompa Loompa.

“Eventually I couldn’t handle it anymore, the girl was just so fake that I couldn’t even stand being friendly with her so I left the dinner and went to wait in the car. Apparently I ‘severely embarrassed my family dishonoring the family name’. I explained how annoying the girl was and my parents kept going on about how sweet and kind she is. The whole ride home they kept going on and on about how I never bring any girls home to meet them. I just starting arguing with them about every point they brought up, and eventually I blurted that the reason they never meet any girls is because I am gay.” Blaine sighed as he calmed his voice. He looked down at his lap as the memory fully hit him. From that point on his life truly changed, sure kids already picked on him at school but now he didn’t even have the somewhat support of his parents. He was all alone.

“What did they say?” Kurt asked gingerly, grabbing Blaine’s hand and rubbing small circling on it with his thumb.

“They kicked me out. I was told in the car right after I came out to them that when we got home I was ‘to leave immediately’. I’m actually lucky they didn’t stop the car right then and dropped me off on the side of the road, know that I think about it.”

“Oh my God Blaine, how could they do that? Where did you go?” Kurt asked tears pooling in his eyes. He couldn’t even imagine being kicked out of his home.

“I went to my best friend’s house, she lived down the street from me, we were childhood friends. I took a chance going to her though, we hadn’t talked for a little over a year before that because we just grew apart, but I had no one else to go to. I lost almost all of my friends…Kurt. They weren’t like your friends, who all sound so accepting of you, they were all fake. So many years I spent with these people who I considered my best friends who just left me when I said two simple words. It was terrible, I still hate thinking about it. Anyways I went to Lydia’s house and stood under her second story bedroom window, throwing pebbles at it like I used to do whenever we used to sneak out to see each other. She opened her window confused and threw down her fire escape ladder so I could come up. When I got into her room with my bag I just like totally lost it. Broke down and told her everything that happened. She told her parents the next day while I was still asleep. They agreed to let me stay for as long as I needed, but they were going to try and talk some sense into my parents. I stayed at their house for a little over a month. It was only after I got the crap beaten out of me at my semi formal dance that I begged my parents to send me to Dalton. I think it was a way for them to look like they care about me, but I am still out of their lives.”

“That’s terrible Blaine, I’m so sorry that your life had to be like that.” Kurt whispered wrapping his arm around Blaine’s shoulders and pulling him into a hug. Kurt placed light kisses to the edge of Blaine’s jaw as they sat in content for several minutes in silence.

Finally Blaine spoke breaking the silence that had surrounded them, “It’s alright Kurt, Dalton was the one of the best changes in my life.”

“It’s not alright, Blaine! Your parents were terrible towards you. A parent’s job is to love you unconditionally not only to love one son because the other one is a little different!” Kurt exclaimed, anger over coming him.

“I know its terrible, I had to live through it, but its all in the past now. You can’t change your past so why should I constantly live my life by it?”

Blaine was right, of course he was, but even though he has somewhat forgiven his parents Kurt couldn’t. How could they just abandon their poor sweet little boy? He couldn’t even imagine what that would be like. His only family problems was when his mom died and his dad had the heart attack, but they both loved him more than anything in the world. How does a child grow up knowing that their parents don’t love them?

Blaine shifted towards the edge of the bed, “I’m going to go make breakfast. Do want anything in particular?”

“No, I don’t care.” Kurt whispered.

Kurt watched as Blaine pulled on an oversized sweatshirt and left the bed room. He rolled into the middle of the bed and pulled the covers over his head. What else has Blaine hid from him? He peaked his head out from under the blanket and stared up at the white black ceiling, he had no urge to get out of bed today. Why did he even have to? They didn’t have work, there was literally nothing that they had to do today. He was sure that Blaine, wanted to go back to his house and check things out. They’ve been planning on doing it all week, but he really didn’t want to. His house scared him. It was no longer the pretty house he first fell in love with when he bought it. It’s now marked with red paint and stalker messages.

Even if he survived all of this, he would have to sell the house. It is marred with too much horrid memories.

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Blaine sat in the drive way of Kurt’s house waiting for Kurt to find the courage he needs. The car was turned off and they have been waiting in silence for ten minutes now, causing the left over heat to taper off into a brisk chill. Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt, who had his knees pulled up to his chest and his head resting on his knees. Blaine couldn’t even understand how Kurt managed to get in that position with the tightness of the skinny jeans he’s wearing are. He hasn’t spoken yet, he’s trying to be patient for Kurt. Talking to him wouldn’t make it any easier for him, he just really needs to think.

But now the thinking has gone on too long, Blaine needs to speak up and comfort his distressed boyfriend.

“Kurt?” He asked gingerly reaching out a hand and wrapping it around Kurt’s wrist. “Are you okay?”

“Mhmm,” Kurt replied.

“We should probably head in, it’s getting cold out here. Besides you can’t stay out here forever, you need to confront your fears sooner or later.” Blaine urged, Kurt still hasn’t moved a muscle besides letting out a puff of air that could be seen in the cold air.

“I vote later.”

What has happened to Kurt? Has this psycho stalker seriously break him down so much that he lacks all of the courage he used to possess? This certainly is not the same Kurt he knew when he first starting working with him. The old Kurt was a strong, confident man, who walked around the office like he owned the place.

“Where has all of your courage gone?” he asked in a soft almost inaudible tone.

“What do you mean?” Kurt mumbled lifting his head from his knees. That’s progress.

“When I first met you, you walked around the office with so much confidence. I looked up to you so much because you were able to do what I always wished I could.”

“What?”

“Be courageous.” Kurt rolled his eyes at the words. “No really, high school for me was terrible, I ran away from all of my problems and I still regret it. I don’t want you to make the same mistakes I did. You still talk to some of your friends from high school right? I mean you’ve got Finn and Rachel, but they are family.”

“I still talk to Mercedes.” Kurt said a smile curling on his face at just the thought of his old friend.

“After we go into your house we are going to call her and have her come over, or go shopping or something!” Blaine exclaimed throwing his hands into the frigid air. “I wont even come, you need some time away from all this stress and spending it with an old friend is the perfect distraction.”

“Okay.” Kurt answered sounding a little more confident.

“Okay?”

“Yeah okay let’s go.” Kurt said opening the door and climbing out of the car.

The walked up the front steps together stopping in front of the front door. Kurt pulled out they key and inserted it into the lock. It opened with a click, and Kurt slowly opened the door.

“Hello?” Blaine called out into the seemingly empty house. After they heard no reply they maneuvered deeper into the house inspecting everything as they went.

After they through the first floor completely Blaine spoke, “It’s empty and nothing has happened.”

“That’s good, upstairs?” Kurt replied looking nervously towards the stair case.

They moved up the stair case taking in their surroundings, everything looked the same. Nothing has changed since they last left it. Kurt moved to the open door of his room, there were still piles of papers stacked in piles around the room where they abandoned their cleaning. Kurt’s closet doors were still flung open with hangers on the floor surrounding it.

“Nothing has changed.” Blaine said placing a hand gently on Kurt’s shoulder.

Kurt looked…sad almost as he looked around the room holding his stomach.

“Kurt, what’s wrong?” Blaine asked wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist.

Kurt placed his hands over Blaine’s and dropped his head. “It’s just that I used to love this house, and now I can’t even bare to be in it.”

“Sell it then.”

“What?”

“Move completely into my apartment. Move out and sell the place. Obviously it’s filled with too much bad memories for you to ever love it again.” Blaine said excitedly.

“Wh- are you sure?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure.”

Kurt turned around in Blaine’s arms and leaned his forehead against Blaine’s and whispered, “Thanks.”

“No problem, Kurt, you already live with me. You’re only wasting money keeping this house. Besides I like living with you.” Blaine explained nuzzling his nose against Kurt’s in an Eskimo kiss.

“I like living with you too. It’s so much less lonely than having to come home to an empty house every day after work.”

“Yeah.” Blaine agreed quickly before closing the gap between their lips. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck and pulled himself even closer. He grabbed a fistful of Blaine’s shirt as he opened his lips to allow Blaine more access. Blaine’s hands rested under Kurt’s shirt on the bare skin of his lower back . Kurt whimpered into his mouth as Blaine grazed his blunt fingernails across his hot skin. Every thing was so hot.

Finally they pulled apart, still resting their foreheads together, gasping for air. Kurt opened his eyes to meet Blaine’s deep hazel eyes. He pressed his lips lightly to Blaine’s once more before pulling away once more to mumble the words he’s been wanting to say for the last couple of weeks, “I love you.”

Blaine looked at him in shock for a few seconds before a smile appeared on his face, “I love you too.”