Kurt woke up in a pair of warm arms. Somehow, he was really aware of where he was.

It was probably a side effect of the flashbacks that had haunted his mind through most of the night.

He still couldn't believe it had really happened and his mind kept on considering if telling Blaine would be a good idea.

With a sigh he turned in Blaine's arms and nestled himself in his chest, slowly filling his lungs with the familiar scent that was Blaine.

Blaine's hand slowly started to move over his back. If it wasn't for that, he probably wouldn't have realized he was awake.

“Thank you,” he whispered in his shoulder. It was just loud enough so Blaine would hear it.

Blaine wrapped his arms a little tighter around him and pressed a kiss against his forehead.

“Are you going to tell me what's wrong,” he asked in a soft voice.

Kurt didn't dare to look at him. He knew it would be better to tell him but he was afraid of what would happen if he did.

He shook his head a little against his shoulder as guilt started filling his body.

“I don't think I can,” he whispered against Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine's hand wandered through his hair as he tried to calm Kurt down, “You can tell me when you are ready, ok?”

Kurt nodded and slowly lifted his head from Blaine's shoulder, “thank you.”

Blaine just shook his head and cupped his cheek, “No need to thank me, Kurt. Never,” he whispered as he kissed him softly on the lips.

Kurt's cellphone interrupted them from their quiet moment.

Kurt reached behind him and took his cellphone, which must have fallen out of his pocket through the night.

Kurt let out a sigh, “Guess it's time to face the music.”

Blaine frowned a little but caught up quite soon, “your dad?”

Kurt nodded and let out a long sigh, “is it wrong that I'm not ready to face him? He'll know something is up and I just can't tell him,” Kurt said as he looked up at Blaine with teary eyes.

“It's ok,” said Blaine as he let his finger wipe under his eyes, “I'll take care of your dad. We better let him not wait too long though.”

Blaine stood up and held out his hand for Kurt, “let me take a shower and get dressed and we can get going. I'll be back soon,” he whispered against his lips as he pressed a small kiss against them before walking into the small room

Kurt looked around and decided to take a seat on the wobbly chair. He sent his dad a message to let him know they would be there in 10 minutes at most.

And all he could do, was just wait until the shower would be shut off and he would have to face the music.

Blaine parked next to his dad's car.

Carefully he stepped from the motor bike and pulled the helmet of his head. He let out a shaky breath as he saw the curtain move a little as a sign that someone had been standing there.

Blaine, who had also stepped of the motor bike, took his hand and started leading him towards the house.

“How about you get freshened up a bit and I talk to your dad,” he asked.

Kurt nodded in relieve, “That would be more than ok. How do you always know what to do,” he wondered.

Blaine shrugged, “I remember someone calling me a hero a while ago. Maybe I'm your personal hero,” he grinned.

Kurt let out a shaky laugh and leaned forward to peck his lips, “I think I could get used to that.”

Before Blaine had any chance to answer, they were met by an open flying door and a Burt who was looking less than pleased.

He moved his arm in a sign that Kurt and Blaine could move inside.

Blaine pulled Kurt with him inside the house and waved towards the stairway. “I'll take care of it. Just go fresh up a bit.”

Kurt nodded and made his way up the stairs as fast as possible, as he heard his dad shout after him.

Once upstairs, he let himself slide down the door with his head between his legs as he slowly tried to get his breathing under control.

He knew there was no way he was going back to school like this.

The only thing left on his mind was how to fix whatever had happened and how he would be safe, if Blaine didn't know.

He had tried to come up with the answer during the whole ride home and he had only come with one answer.

He didn't have a choice. There was one thing he could do and he hoped it wouldn't turn out for the worse.

When he was sure his breathing was under control, he made his way towards the shower.

He turned the water as hot as possible and let his mind quiet down as the warm water wandered down his body.

A few more minutes, that was all he needed. And then it would be time to face the truth.