Chapter 2

Carole smiled over at Blaine who was looking at everything whizzing by with nothing short of pure wonder on his face. The simplest things fascinated him, from a man mowing his lawn, to a sprinkler watering the grass. He gestured excitedly to a large couch at a garage sale and Carole yelped, avoiding his scissors. Blaine hastily put his hands down, muttering a “Sorry”.

Carole smiled over at him. “That’s okay, you have a good reason to be excited. Just go ahead, soak it in.” She smiled warmly at him. He managed a small smile in return before going back to gaping out the window.

***

Sebastian groaned as the plumber worked up and down his dick, slurping loudly as he desperately clutched his thighs. He rolled his eyes when the phone rang, swatting the plumbers head in irritation when he tried to pull off. “Just keep going, this won’t take long,” he muttered, clicking the phone. “What?”

“Sebastian?” 

He rolled his eyes. All the mothers on the street called him to gossip, but not really wasn’t the time. “Hi, Judy. Listen, I’m kind of busy--” he smirked down at the dark pink lips around his cock. The plumber started groaning around it and Sebastian bit his lip. “So if--”

“Did Carole tell you about a young man staying with her?”

Sebastian grabbed the plumber’s hair sharply, ceasing his movements. “What?”

“I just saw her driving to her house with some young man in the car. He looked about your age? I was just wondering if she said anything to you. She came around here at the crack of dawn for those silly check-ups.”

“Same...” A smile crept up his face. “Meet me at the corner in five minutes. Gather the girls.” He hung up the phone with a click and sighed down at the plumber. “Can we finish this? There’s something I kind of have to do in five minutes.” The plumber returned to his task with gusto and Sebastian got off to the thought of something new and shiny to play with.

***

“And this is my house!” Carole said with pride as she led Blaine in through the front door. Blaine stepped forward on his own cautiously, looking around before a bright smile bloomed on his face. It was cozy and homey, just a simple living room, but he looked at it like it was the Taj Mahal. He eyes went everywhere--the couch, coffee table, bookshelf, flower vase... He stopped at the shelf and looked at the array of pictures.

“That’s my husband, Burt,” Carole said, pointing out the pictures. “He’s my second husband. My first husband passed away. See, that’s him with Finn when Finn was just a baby. He’s eighteen now.” She glanced over and noticed that his attention was completely focussed on the picture in the upper left hand corner. “That’s my step-son, Kurt. Though, of course, I think of him as my own. That’s him at his junior prom last year with his friends. And that’s him with when he was on the football team, and him as a Cheerio...” She trailed off as she realized that Blaine wasn’t taking in a word she was saying. “He’s handsome, isn’t he?” Blaine just gave a slight smile. “You’ll meet him later tonight--he’s busy doing some Black Friday shopping with his girlfriends.” She sighed, leaning her head on Blaine’s shoulder. “This is my family.”

Blaine gave a steady nod. 

“Well,” Carole said after a pause. “Let’s take you to your room. You’ll be staying in Finn’s room because he’s out camping with some of his football friends for the rest of the weekend. And we should find you some clothes. I think that some of Kurt’s old things will fit you...” She led Blaine to Finn’s room and let him in. “This is where you’ll be staying. Now let me find you something to wear...”

***

“Thanks girls, I’ll see you Monday!” Kurt hugged Mercedes and Tina briefly before hopping out of the car, toting his six shopping bags. He frowned at the hoard of mothers on the sidewalk in front of his house. “Um...can I help you ladies?”

The mass turned and was about to swarm him before Sebastian Smythe stepped out in front, the designated leader. Kurt’s eyes narrowed.

“Smythe,” he said in a sickly sweet voice.

“Hummel,” Sebastian replied with equal honey. “Want to tell us about your house guest?”

“What are you talking about?” Kurt said, exasperated.

“I’m talking about your step-mother driving home with a tall dark and handsome in the car and not having the decency to tell us about it?” Sebastian said, cocking an eyebrow. “So spill.”

“Okay first of all,” Kurt snapped at the group of women. “None of you treat my step-mother as anything more than a joke, so even if I actually knew what was going on I would never tell you all.” He turned angrily to Sebastian. “And I just hate you so I wouldn’t tell you anyways. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go inside. And if any of you put one foot on my lawn, I’m calling the cops.” He brushed past the group angrily, ignoring their squawks of indignation and he marched up to his house, slamming the door shut. 

“Carole, I’m home!” he yelled out, toeing off his shoes as he headed towards his room to dump off his bags. “I found this really awesome cardigan at Free People and--” He froze outside of Finn’s door.

Because someone was in Finn’s room.

Someone who wasn’t Finn.

Trying to wear some of his old clothes.

And staring at him.

Kurt blinked. He was still there. He gulped loudly as he took in the boy staring at him. He looked wild--with his tangled hair, black leather buckles, and the fact that he was tangled up in one of Kurt’s shirts--but his expression was anything but. He looked scared but also sort of...excited. He took a step forward and raised what looked like a handful of garden shears at him. 

It broke Kurt’s daze. He stumbled back against the hallway wall. “Carole!” He called, not looking away from the stranger who kept walking towards him. “Carole, there’s--”

“Kurt.”

He blinked, breaking off. “What?”

The stranger blinked his hollow eyes at him, gesturing with the sheers. “Kurt.”

“Yes,” Kurt gasped. “Yes, I’m Kurt, now would you please...put...” He stared and realized with growing horror that he couldn’t find his hands. He looked and looked, but his wrists just morphed into palms, and then shears and scissors. “Oh my god...”

“Help.”

Kurt looked up at the stranger sadly. “I’m sorry I...I don’t think I can...”

The strangers brow furrowed for a second before a small smile crept onto his lips. “The shirt.”

“What...?” Kurt snapped his mouth shut. Oh. He just wanted help putting the shirt on. “Right,” he muttered as he walked over cautiously and tugged the shirt into place. Gulping slightly and not letting his eyes wander from his task, he began slowly buttoning the shirt up--taking a second to marvel that the boy hand been able to pull on pants--until he reached the collar and his eyes met the hazel ones in front of him. His mouth went dry oddly, and he found himself at a loss to say anything as the boy tilted his head forward slightly...

“I found it! Kurt had them buried in a pile of clothes for Goodwill, so I had to dig around for...” Carole paused as she saw the two boys, now five feet apart in the hallway. “Kurt! We weren’t expecting you back for a few more hours.”

“Cedes and Tina had plans with their families,” Kurt explained, picking his bags back up. “And since we got everything we basically needed and the crowds were getting denser, we decided to call it a day. Who’s...” He nodded his head towards the boy.

“Oh, this is Blaine! He’s going to stay with us for a little while. He was staying up at the Anderson Manor all on his own so I thought it’d be best if he had someone to look after him, considering his condition and all...” Carole beamed at Blaine, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind--I’m letting him use some of your old clothes to wear.”

Kurt opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, shaking his head slightly. “No, no it’s fine. Um...I-I think I’m going to take my stuff to my room.”

“If it’s not too much of a bother, would you take Blaine with you? I got him some of your old suspenders and a bowtie, but I’m not really familiar with either... Could you help him put them on?” Carole offered them to Kurt who nodded.

“Well, come on then Blaine.” He nodded his head. “My room’s this way.”

He turned and walked down the hall, heart pounding in his chest and missing the smile that lit up Blaine’s face when he said his name.