I woke up with a start, sitting straight up in my bed, looking nervously around my room.

I relaxed a little when I realized that the knocking on my window must have been me just hearing things. I closed my eyes again, only to have them fly open when I heard it again.

I sat up and slowly threw the covers off my body, and slowly making my way over to the window. My eyes adjusted on the figure just outside my window.

I sighed in relief as I opened the window.

“You scared me! What are you doing here?” I asked in a whisper, as I let Blaine into the room.

He walked over to the light and flipped it on. He just stood there, one hand supporting him on the wall, his head down. I closed the window and went over to him, wrapping my arms around his middle, putting my chin on his shoulder.

“Blaine.” He took a deep breath, and struggled out of my grip so he could turn around. His eyes filled with tears, and from his tear stained and red cheeks, I knew they were not the first of the night.

I wrapped my arms securely around his waist, as he buried his face in my shoulder, muffling the sounds of his sobs. We stood there for awhile, before I let go, leading him over to my bed. We sat against the pillows and the wall. He leaned his head on my shoulder as he slowly intertwined our fingers together.

“What happened?” I asked softly.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to sit here with you.” He said, voice slurring, and I knew tiredness was trying to take over.

I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, drawing him in closer, kissing the top of his head. He brought his hand up to grab the one on his shoulder. I looked at the clock to see it was 2 am.

“Blaine, you wanna stay the night?” It was more of a statement then a question.

He only nodded. I pulled away and went over to turn off the light. I settled back in, lifting the covers so both of us could sink down into the mattress and pillows. I pulled the covers over both of our body’s. I brought my arm and wrapped it securely around his waist making him scoot back so his back was against my chest, our legs tangled together. He let his hand rest on mine as he drifted off to sleep.

I listened as his breathing became lighter and more rhythmic and I knew he was asleep. I kissed the back of his head.

“It’s going to be alright.” I breathed as I too went into a deep sleep.

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The next morning I felt the warm body against mine and I smiled as I opened my eyes. He was facing me and his mouth was slightly open as he continued to sleep. A loose curl hung over his eyes loose from the others. I carefully moved it out of the way, hoping to not disturb him. He stirred slightly before nestling into the pillow, possibly deepening his sleep.

The sun shone through the windows making the room visible. I got out of bed, again carefully, and tiptoed to the bathroom to start my morning routine. I showered, changing into yet another fabulous outfit and started my moisturizing routine. All of this took about an hour.

Surely he would be up by now. I thought to myself as I looked at the clock that read 8:30.

I walked into my room again to see Blaine still laying there in the exact same position. I decided to not wake him and to let him sleep. He needed it.

I opened my door and shut it slowly once I was in the hall. I bounded down the stairs to see my dad in his usual spot, reading his paper and sipping his coffee. A traditional Saturday morning for him.

“Good morning.” He mumbled, looking up for a split second.

“Good morning.” I smiled as I entered the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for French toast. I paused and looked back to my dad

I walked to the table and took the seat next to him, folding my hands on the table. I took a breath to speak but he interrupted.

“Alright, what’s going on?” He said, setting his paper down and folding his own hands in the same manner as me.

“What makes you think that something’s going on?” I asked calmly.

“It’s your body language. Whenever you want something you either offer help at the garage or sit there like that silently for awhile. I should know you a little better then that son, don’t you think?” He asked as he cocked his head to the side, raising his eyebrows.

I smiled and nodded.

“Dad, don’t get angry.”

He let out a sigh, running his hand over his face before looking at me again.

“What happened now?” He asked, waiting for something absolutely horrible.

“It’s not terrible, but you won’t like it at first until I explain, so just listen first, ok?”

He nodded giving me the ok to go on.

“Blaine came last night… through my window.”

My dad let out another sigh. He was fuming.

“Dad, listen! We were not planning it at all. But he was upset. He looked like he had been crying and when he stepped in he started to again. He needed someone. So… he stayed the night as well. He’s still sleeping, and trust me nothing happened.” I finished and gave him a nod, indicating that he could say whatever he wanted.

His face turned from angry to a softened expression immediately. “Is he alright?” He asked quietly.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. He didn’t want to talk about it last night, so I’m going to talk to him this morning.”

He only nodded, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Are you mad dad?” I asked quietly. We had had this discussion before, and I knew what he expected.

He shook his head slowly. “No, kiddo. He needed you, and I know how big your heart is. I understand. But, thank you for telling me.” He looked to me and gave me a wink. I smiled and went to the kitchen again to cook breakfast.

As I set the French toast and bacon on the table, it seemed that the whole Hummel residence woke. Carole came down the stairs in a chipper mood. Finn followed behind, putting his hand over his mouth as he let out a yawn. I looked to see if Blaine would be behind him but he wasn’t.

I made my way up the stairs, hearing whispered conversations about Blaine behind me. I knew that dad was giving them a head up.

I opened the door to see Blaine lying on his back, hands folded across his middle, just looking at the ceiling. He didn’t seem to notice I had come in until I kneeled on the bed beside him. He ran a hand through his curls as he sat up.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes.

I ran my hand in a circle on his back.

“Don’t be. Breakfast is ready. Another amazing breakfast cooked by yours truly.” He smiled as he looked to me. His eyes looked tired and a little bloodshot. I returned the smile as I placed a kiss to his cheek.

We walked down the stairs and sat at the table, putting food on our plates.

Blaine looked around the table, probably expecting a comment, but none came. I squeezed his thigh telling him it was alright.

We ate breakfast in silence, except for the quiet requests asking to be passed something. After Blaine and I finished we put our dishes in the sink and made our way up the stairs again. He was in front leading the way. I looked behind me to my dad. He nodded back, knowing what I was asking.

We arrived in my bedroom, shutting the door behind us. We sat on my bed, just like we had last night, hands linked together.

“What happened?” I asked quietly, giving his shoulder a nudge.

He took a deep breath and began.

"Most of my family is still in town for the holidays, and of course being Friday night they got a drunk. Now I have to say, my family is the most amazing group of drunks you could ever watch. Amazing entertainment.” He let out a small laugh, and I smiled.

His smile quickly went to a frown. “When I got home my dad and uncle were still up drinking and talking. I was about to go in when I heard who they were talking about.”

He looked down at his hands. “You.” I said in realization. He nodded.

“My uncle was talking about ‘whipping me into shape’ and all this bullshit. It wasn’t so bad. You know, I’ve had worse and all. I continued listening. My uncle went on to say how much he hated queers and all this crap.” I winced at the name. “But what got me was that my dad didn’t say anything. He didn’t stick up for me or anything. You know what he said?” With this he got up and started pacing. I only sat back, watching him worried. “He said that he was glad I would be out of the house for college next year. He’s glad that I’m gone. He said how much of a disappointment and an embarrassment I have been for his family.” He scoffed. “Some family.”

I got up and walked over to him, placing my hand on his bicep, letting it run down his arm, grabbing his hand. He had his head down and his eyes closed.

He looked up before he opened his eyes and he had tears in his eyes already spilling onto his cheeks.

“I’m a mistake.” He said softly as he let his head hang again, his body shaking. He put his hands to his face to cover his face and muffle his sobs that took over his body. I sighed as I wrapped my arms around him. He never moved. He just put his hands and head on my shoulder. I rubbed small circles in his back, trying to make him calm down.

“Blaine Anderson, you are not a mistake. Anyone who thinks that is just stupid… they are the mistake. You are the most amazing man I have ever met and I am so glad to be with you. I care about and love you so much.”

He pulled back wiping his eyes, but the tears still pooled over.

“Do you really mean that?” He asked, his puppy eyes sparkling from the tears and light colliding.

“I really mean that. Don’t ever doubt for a second of the love that I have for you.” I cupped his face with my hands, running my thumbs over his cheekbones. He smiled closing his eyes.

“I love you so much Kurt.” He said, wrapping his arms around my waist. I let my arms hang over his shoulders.

I leaned in to kiss the tears on his cheeks, and moving down to meet his mouth. The kiss deepened as his tongue entered my mouth and explored inside. I sighed in the touch. I broke apart.

“Blaine, you are amazing. You deserve nothing but the best.” I said, so close to him, his breath was hot against my skin.

His lips brushed across my mouth. “I love you Kurt.”

“I love you more.”

“So, it’s still morning. I don’t have to be home for another twelve hours. What do you suggest we do?” He asked, pulling our faces just a couple inches more apart.

I let a smile creep onto my face.

“My dad and Carole are going out for the day. Something for congress and stuff. And Finn’s going over to Pucks and staying the night. We have the house to ourselves in at least an hour.”

He raised his eyebrows, as our lips met again.