“Boys.” Burt called, walking into the living room where Kurt and Blaine were sitting playing a game of snap, both giggling loudly. Kurt looked up just as Blaine put his hand over the cards, looking down at the cards Kurt gasped.

“Cheater!” He giggled, Blaine grinned. He halved the cards in the pile he had just won and handed them to Kurt making him clap excitedly. “Daddy did you see?”

“I did.” Burt smiled, he could tell that Blaine was a gentleman, and it made him smile knowing that he was being so nice to his Kurt.”Last game now okay, it's getting late. Blaine, would you like a lift home?”

“No!” Kurt yelled. “He can't go. We're playing!” Kurt looked up at his father desperately, tears forming in his eyes at the thought of Blaine going. “I don't want him to go. Please!”

“Kurt, it's past your bedtime.” Burt sighs. “We'll drive him home, and then you'll see him tomorrow.”

Kurt shook his head and walked over to Blaine and sat himself on the boy's lap and held him tightly. “You're not going.”

“Kurt.” Blaine whispered softly. “I'll see you tomorrow. All day. I'll come to the centre early.”

“But...” Kurt shook his head. It wasn't fair that they were making Blaine go home. They were playing nicely. And he was only a tiny bit tired. He could stay up for another hour or two. It wasn't fair.

“Tomorrow.” Blaine whispered. “Come on, you going to drive me home?”

Kurt shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “Not moving.” he said, and to prove the point wiggled into Blaine's lap. Blaine bit his lip sighing. He held onto Kurt's hips to stop him, and moved him over so he could stand. “No!” Kurt screamed kicking the floor. “Don't go!”

“Come on Blaine.” Burt smiled. “Kurt, calm down. Last chance to come for a drive?”

“No!” Kurt screamed. “You're mean! And Blaine you're not my friend if you go!” He sobbed and ran downstairs to his bedroom.

“Come on, kid.” Burt smiled at Blaine, who was staring down the stairs with wide eyes. “I'll drive you home, Kurt will cool off when he sees you tomorrow.” Blaine nodded, not knowing what else to say. Kurt didn't mean it, that's what he kept saying to himself. Kurt was still his friend.

“Kurt.” Finn said softly, trying to nudge the boy awake. He was on his bed, tossing and turning, his face screwed up in pain and he was sobbing in his sleep. “Kurt, wake up little man.” He whispered, moving him into his arms. When Kurt finally woke up his face contorted with confusion and he let out a strangled scream and fisted Finn's shirt tightly. “You're okay. Just a dream. Just a dream.” Finn whispered, rubbing his back and rocking him soothingly.

“Was it?” Kurt sobbed, holding onto him tighter. “My head hurts.” Kurt sobbed.

“Come on, let's go take you to your daddy?” Finn whispered, frowning when Kurt shook his head. “Why not?”

“Daddy made Blaine go away.” Kurt sobbed into his chest.

Finn sighed. He had been at Rachel's house when Blaine had come over to see Kurt. His Mom had told him what had happened when he got in, and once Finn went downstairs to the bedroom he saw Kurt curled up fast asleep cuddling his old scruffy teddy.

“Only because it was getting late. You'll see him tomorrow, and then you can play more.” Finn said rubbing his back softly.

Kurt shook his head and held onto Finn tighter. “Will Blaine still be my friend?” Kurt managed to whisper once he had calmed down.

“Of course.” Finn reassured him. “There's no one else he'd rather be friends with.” Finn whispered, playing with his hair, glad that the younger boy was calming down.

“Okay.” He whispered and played with his shirt. “I want to go and cuddle up with my daddy.”

“Come on then.” Finn smiled and picked him up, Kurt instantly wrapping his legs and arms around him. Finn was surprised at how well Kurt fit around him, it was something he would never had thought about before.

Finn carried him up the stairs and to Burt and Carol's room, a room he had never wanted to step into. He tapped on the door, hoping they weren't doing...anything. “What is it?” Carol called, sleep evident in her voice. Finn was relieved that she had been asleep and not doing...that. He pushed the door open slowly.

“Kurt wants his dad.” Finn said softly. Kurt scrambled out of Finn's arms and rushed over to Burt.

“Daddy.” He sniffled. Burt didn't wake up straight away but he wrapped his arms around Kurt and held onto him tightly. Finn watched as Kurt relaxed instantly.

Carol got up, but Kurt pulled her back down. “Stay.” He nodded and he looked up at Finn. “You can't go back downstairs.”

“Why not?” Finn frowned.

“Cause the monsters will get you.” He patted the bed next to him, Finn looked unsure, there was no way the four of them would fit in the bed, but Carol looked at him and smiled, she nodded her head and Finn walked over to the bed slowly. He lay down beside his Mom and the four of them cuddled up together.

“You okay now Kurt?” Burt whispered a few minutes later, but when he looked down at his son, he was curled on his chest, asleep contently.