"Darling, this is going to be so great!"

"We're so lucky to have you!"

"We're so sorry you've had to go through all this!"

"And you may not have any family left but…. We can't wait to start our own."

"That boy seemed nice!"

Blaine watched out the window, watching Lima pass him by. Tears rolling silently down his face. None of the words his new family had bee saying he fully heard. He heard key words like "no family left" and "that boy." "That boy." "No family left."

Well Blaine had a thing or two to say about family and that "that boy" was his family. So, they're right.

"I have nothing left." He said quietly to himself, tears rolling down his face.

"What was that sweet pea?" Mrs. Cusack asked. He just shook his head.

"I don't wanna go." He said with a cry so quiet the Cusacks couldn't hear as they laughed amiably.

Blaine did as he was told. He got up when he was told, he went to school and got straight A's- he didn't have any friends, which was fine with him because he didn't want any; he was addressed as "New Kid," but nothing more- he sat up straight and didn't speak unless spoken to nor did he slurp the stroganoff. He did all of his homework without prompt and cleaned his room.

In sense, he was the perfect child.

But he was unhappy.

No, he was miserable.

Kurt hadn't called him in the past month. When he first got home, there was a message on the machine that was barely audible beneath the strangled sobs.

He missed him like crazy.

Dinner a week later would finally bring Blaine to speaking.

"Mr. and Mrs. C-"

"Blaine, sweetheart, you know you can just call us-"

"I want to go to Lima." Blaine interrupted. They stared at him until they both began to chuckle.

"Lima? Why on Earth would you want to go there when you can be here, in Ann Arbor!"

"I miss my friends. It's only two hours! We could drive up there Friday after school and-"

"This weekend's the festival, Blaine, you know that."

"Please, I-"

"Next weekend, sweetheart, okay?" Blaine nodded in response and went back to silently eating.

He never got to Lima, though. His dad would have business trips, he would have Final Exams, his mother would have council meetings… He was watching months pass on his Cliff Richard calendar until he needed a new one.

It was the Friday before the anniversary of Kurt's mom's death. He couldn't bear miss it.

"Mrs.- I mean, Mom?"

"Yes sweetums?"

"Can I maybe… skip a day of school next week?" There was utter silence.

"Whatever for?" She finally asked.

"It's the anniversary of Kurt's mom's death next week and I need to see him."

"You can't miss school, that's out of the question."

"Yes and I have to work! The council-"

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE COUNCIL!" Blaine stabbed his knife into the table. He stood over them, breathing heavy and eyes brimming with tears.

"That is Mahogany!" She gasped. Blaine kicked his chair out from behind him and ran upstairs and slammed the door. He didn't care how he got there or what his 'parents' would do if he left but he certainly wasn't staying here. He laid down on his side in his bed, head against the wall. After what seems like hours, he'd fallen asleep still fully clothed under his covers. Later in the night, there was a crack of light in his room and he stirred.

"Hey, bud."

"Hi." He replied, rubbing his eyes.

"Listen, we can't take you up on Tuesday but how about the following weekend, huh bud?" Blaine scoffed at the suggestion. It'd never happen. He pat Blaine's leg and left the room with a "Sleep tight, bud."

But there was no way Blaine was missing it. Not by a long shot.

It was about an hour's walk from home to the train, but he'd made it just in time to sneak aboard.

"This is by far the craziest thing I've ever done." He said quietly. And when he got to Lima, it only took a map and one stranger's direction to point him back to where he once lived. His real home.

He raised a tentative hand to the door and knocked quietly. "ONE MOMENT!" A man called. He opened the door and looked down at a familiar boy.

"Blaine?" Blaine began to cry as he ran in to hug Burt. "What are you doing here?" Burt asked, trying to contain a sob.

"I kind of ran away. My parents would be to busy to let me see you all and Kurt wont answer my calls and" Blaine kept sputtering sobs until he fell apart "and I m-missed you all and I'm so unhappy and I wanted to come h-home."

"It's okay, Bud." Burt murmered. "It's okay."

"And I had to come today because I know what day it is and I know Kurt will be upset and-"

"Shh… Why don't you go up and see him?" Blaine nodded his head and raced up the steps and pushed the door open.

Kurt was under his bedcover, crying quietly into his pillow. He was hugging a photograph Blaine recognized.

It was the two of them dancing in the yard. Blaine remembered-it was their first tea party.

Kurt was singing quietly and Blaine slowly approached the boy. "Here it's safe, and here it's warm,

Here the daisies guard you from every harm." Blaine joined in to his song, harmonizing with the crying boy, who gave a great start.

"Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you." Kurt finally looked up at Blaine and his hopeless heart suddenly looked as though Blaine's golden eyes had rekindled it.

"Here is the place," Blaine sang quietly to Kurt, "Where I love you." Kurt suddenly swung his arms around Blaine neck and hugged him as if holding for dear life.

"K-Kurt." Blaine was sobbing now. "I-I-I-"

"I'm so s-sorry, Blainers. I c-couldn't bring myself to calling you I-"

"It's okay." Blaine cried into his shoulder. "I know, I'm…" Blaine was at lost for words. It was like seeing a ghost- someone he'd known to be gone.

"I love you so much." Kurt told him, pulling away, eyes wet with tears, leaning his forehead against the golden-eyed boy. Blaine removed the gap, finally feeling Kurt's lips again against his own. Sparks danced in his brain, mind numb to the world.

"You…" Blaine said, parting to kiss his forehead, "are so beautiful." He stared into his beautifully blue eyes. "I'm so sorry it took me so long to come home."

Kurt wrapped him in his arms and they settled onto the bed. It was merely minutes before the two dozed off, having the first full sleep they've had in months.

"I'm very sorry, but he's nice and safe-" explained Burt to the yelling parents on the opposite line.

"I know, but he was just missing Kurt-" More shouts and rambling came from the speaker. "Hey! He's a good kid! You said so yourselves! And it seems as if this is partially your fault! You need to be kind with him, he's had it tough and Kurt-" Blaine stumbled downstairs, rubbing his eyes, as he very clearly heard from the opposite end,

"I don't care about your faggot of a son!" Blaine clasped his hand over his mouth and ran to grab the phone from Burt.

"LOOK I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE OR WHAT COULD MAKE YOU SUCH A- a-a- BULLY, BUT-" his voice cracked as he wiped his eyes and regained his voice, "DON'T YOU EVER INSULT HIM AGAIN YOU- you- JERK!"

"Blaine Anderson!" He heard his mother shriek. He threw the phone across the room and ran up back to Kurt, hands wiping the tears that clinged to his eyelashes.

Burt shook his head and walked back to the phone and gravely answered, "We'll see you this evening?" The beeping that echoed in the phone speaker told him there would be no reply.

Blaine opened the door and climbed into bed with Kurt and wrapped his shaky arms around him.

"Hmmph... Blaine?" Kurt asked and turned. "Hi." He said quietly and snuggled into his chest. "Missed you." Blaine let out a sniffle and Kurt looked up. "What's wrong?"

"My mom called-" He couldn't tell Kurt what she'd said. Blaine was used to hearing it, but Kurt was much more sensitive than he... and either way, it meant Blaine was too. "My mom called me a faggot." Kurt's eyes brimmed with tears and he burried his head into his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry. I knew I shouldn't have let you go..."

"Hey, it's okay."

"I won't let you go back to them."

"I don't think they'll be back for me anyhow." The boys sat silently in the bed and watched the sun rise.

"Blaine?"

"Yah?"

"I..." Kurt looked up at him. "I don't want you to-" his voice cracked and his red eyes began to fill with tears again. "I don't want you to go!" Blaine kissed his tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm not not going anywhere, don't you worry. I'm not leaving." The two boys fell back asleep quickly and were awoken many hours later with the slamming of a door. They jumped out of bed and ran to the door where they saw Burt, adoption papers thrown in his face, and Blaine's two 'parents' jump back in the car and drive off. That was the last he ever saw of Mr. and Mrs. Cusack.

"Blainers?" He said after a long time, touching his arm lightly. Blaine simply shook his head and turned out of the room.

Kurt watched him go, frozen in the room as Blaine walked out the front door and down the street. Kurt couldn't bring himself to move from his spot and simply stared out the window.

Blaine was in the field. He pulled his legs up to his chest and watched the grass roll in the small wind. The world rustled around him. Cars honked, boys played in a park somewhere down the road. The sky grew dark and the stars began to pop out. It was just like the first night he ever met the open grass.

"Hurry! Down this way, bud!" Coop called, Blaine chasing frantically behind him - Screams and yells becoming more distant as he ran. Blaine could barely keep up, but Cooper's hands were too full to carry him.

They finally reached an open field. Blaine looked at the odd place. It was a mile from home and through a large thicket of trees to reach it. In his father's state, he'd never stumble his way over here.

"Coop?" Blaine called. "Is Prilla okay?" Cooper sat down, huffing and laid his little baby sister on the ground. She was only 3.

"Prilla? Can you hear me?" Blaine began to cry. "It's your Blainers." She barely opened her eyes to see her older brother.

"Hi Blainey." She said. Her golden locks fell to her shoulders in sweet little curls and her small baby's bracelet with silver butterfly charm chinked as he reached out for Blaine's hand. "Hi Coop." She said. A tear streaked from her bright blue eye and big purple bruises were forming on her neck quickly. "I love you." She told them. She closed her eyes and let out a small breath.

"Prilla?" Blaine asked after a minute. After receiving no reply, Blaine let out a sob and threw himself around her.

Blaine found himself crying in the middle of the field, the moon high over his head. He picked himself back up and began to trek back to Kurt's.

Kurt's eyes hadn't moved from the window, and he watched Blaine, hands heavy in his pockets, come back up the driveway. Kurt raced downstairs and threw his arms around him, yet said nothing.

Kurt fixed them cucumber sandwiches and they ate in silence. Kurt grabbed his hand, led him upstairs and they went to bed.

"I'm so sorry, Blainey." Kurt said to him. Blaine's head snapped around and he looked into the eyes of someone he'd barely noticed was there. Kurt kissed his pale cheek, and Blaine pulled him into a kiss, holding him against his lips, remembering some things never fail him.

Dear Mom,

Dear Coop,...