"Kurt".

Kurt's eyes blinked open his lids feeling heavy from sleep. He could hear his name being called but his mind was too foggy to figure out who the voice belonged too.

He could feel Blaine still sleeping quietly on his chest, ruling him out.

He looked around the room his heart skipping a beat when he saw his dad standing at the end of the bed.

"Dad?" He said not moving not wanting to wake Blaine.

"Kurt, your face…" his dad said moving around the bed towards him.

He had forgotten that his face was a bit of a mess, it had been the last thing on his mind.

"I'm fine," he said as Blaine started to shuffle his eyes opening. He took one look at his dad and his eyes grew wide with fear unwrapping his arms from his chest and moving as far away from him on the bed as he could.

His dad moved forward running his hand on one of/ the cuts on his face.

"Damn it Kurt," he whispered almost in tears. He didn't even acknowledge that Blaine was there.

"Sir, I'm so sorry I never wanted this to happen, I wanted to help him so bad but I couldn't," Blaine said frantically tears running down his face.

Kurt took his arms pulling him towards him hugging him.

"Blaine, I don't know what you're talking about, you saved my life," he said stroking his curls.

"Blaine, call me Burt and I know what you did for my son and I'm grateful," Burt said putting his hand on Blaine's shoulder but he flinched away from it. Burt backed away a little.

"It's ok dad, you're just going to have give him time," he said rubbing Blaine on the back slowly calming him.

"I spoke to the doctor outside and he said that Blaine can be released, I just have to sign him out," Burt said.

"Ok, thank you so much for this dad," he said and Burt nodded with a small smile.

"I don't like the circumstances but I know love when I see it, I'm going to go sign some papers," he said and turned towards the door before walking and disappearing out of it.

A few minutes later a couple of police officers walked through the doors.

"Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson?" they asked walking further into the room.

"Yeah," Kurt replied sitting up.

"Were here to hear your statements," one said he was hugging a note-book in his arms.

For the next ten minutes both of them explained what had happened, trying to explain that they never wanted to kill Nathan and that it was in self-defense.

"Ok, well I don't think that charges will be brought against you as it was self-defense and the thing that killed Nathan was a knife that didn't have any of your prints on it, however we will have to follow-up what happened, so we might be back to ask more questions depending on how everything goes," the man said scribbling something down in his note-book.

Both of the boys nodded and the police officers gave them both sad smiles before they left.

A couple of minutes after the police officers left his dad came back in, and before long they were ready to go home.

….

Kurt's dad seemed nice but he couldn't seem to settle when he was around. They had gotten back to Kurt's house a couple of hours ago and he and Kurt were lying down on his bed.

He had his head on Kurt's chest, listening to his heartbeat while Kurt ran his fingers through his hair. Avoiding the bandage that was wrapped around his forehead.

"My dad likes you by the way Blaine, you don't have to be scared of him. I know it's hard but I promise you that he won't hurt you," Kurt said to him and he sighed.

"I know, it's just," he started sitting up so he could look Kurt in the eyes. "Some of us don't have dads like yours, once I came out to my dad he beat me and threw me out, it just scares me that's all".

"Blaine I'm sorry," Kurt sighed pulling him into a kiss.

"It's not your fault, I just need you to understand that it's going to take a while for me to be comfortable, but I also want you to understand how grateful I am that you and your dad are taking me in at all," he said laying his head back on Kurt's chest.

He felt Kurt wrap his arms around him tightly kissing him on the forehead.

"I love you," he heard Kurt whisper sending a shiver down his spine.

"I love you too," he replied cuddling up to him.

He didn't have a clue where he would be right now if Kurt hadn't helped him get away from Nathan, or even if he would have still been alive. There were times that Nathan was beating him and he wasn't sure if this would be the time that he went too far.

He buried his head into Kurt's chest at the thought, the closeness made him feel safe. He hadn't felt this way before, he wasn't sure that he would ever feel this way again.

There were still people downstairs clearing the mess that was left, the carpet was being taken up and replaced by a new one. He hadn't gone into the living room, they both had come straight upstairs he didn't want to see Nathans blood.

"You know I'm not going to be allowed to just live here; they will take me into care unless Burt gets custody," he said.

"I know, it shouldn't be that hard should it?" Kurt let go of him so that they could look at each other.

"It depends, no one ever knew that I was living with Nathan but now that the police are involved with this they might notice. Also, you might need my parent's signature to get custody as I'm still legally their son and I'm telling you that they are good at putting up a front, they will fight," he said sadly.

"What do you mean they'll fight?" Kurt said sitting up making Blaine do the same.

He knew that his parents knew what was happening to him while he was with Nathan; they had met him briefly when he had gone back trying to get them to forgive him for whatever he had done. They had seen the bruises but they never cared, they only care if he was happy because they didn't think that he deserved to be.

"I mean I know they well enough to know that they would rather see me back with them than see me happy,".