"You what?" Burt asked, his voice harder than he would have liked.

"I...I...shouldn't have said anything." Blaine stammered. "It's really not that big of a deal. I can handle it on my own."

"Woah, slow down, Blaine." Burt's words stopped Blaine's stream of apologies in their tracks.

"Why have you been living in your car?"

Blaine shrugged his shoulders. The sick feeling in his chest had only intensified with another lie. "I, uh...my parents and I had a fight. They threatened to kick me out."

"When did this happen, Blaine?" Burt asked.

Three months ago. "A few days ago."

"You've been living in your car for a few days?" Burt asked his voice full of disbelief.

Blaine nodded.

"Blaine, sweetie why didn't you come to us?" Carole asked stepping closer to Blaine.

"I...I didn't want to bother you."

Burt sighed. He wasn't sure why Blaine hadn't come to them.

"Blaine, if there's one thing you should know it's that you're family. You're welcome here anytime."

Blaine nodded. He feared that if he said any more he wouldn't be able to hold back the emotions that were thrashing within him.

Burt watched Blaine for a moment before standing up from his chair. "Alright kiddo, we'll talk more later, but right now I think we all need a few more hours of sleep."

Blaine nodded once again.

"You can sleep in the guest room, Blaine." Carole said as she placed a hand onto Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine murmured a thank-you before padding up the staircase.

Burt and Carole watched the small boy leave before looking at each other.

"Something isn't right, Burt. I don't think Blaine is telling us everything." Carole said.

"I know." Burt sighed. "I just hope it's not as bad as I think it is."

XX

Kurt practically fell onto his bed when we got back from class. Waking up for sunrise yoga was not a good idea. It was barely noon and Kurt was already exhausted. He laid back on his bed and began to toy with his phone. As he scrolled through his messages his thoughts went back to Blaine. He had forgotten to call this morning. Kurt bit his lip. He was sure Blaine was fine. McKinley was sure to have a snow day because of the storm. He started to put his phone down, but a nagging feeling in his gut made him press the call button.

XX

Burt had managed to tow Blaine's car out of the road and into their driveway. The damage wasn't as bad as it seemed, but it would be a few days before Blaine would be able to drive it again. Burt stood outside as a few snow flurries swirled around him. Even despite the damage to the front end, the car was still in bad shape. There were clothes, books, blankets, and other essentials strewn about the small interior. Burt opened the back door and began to gingerly sort through the piles of stuff. He felt his chest tighten as he realized that Blaine had been in here for much longer than a few days. It looked like Blaine's entire life was contained into his car. Burt wanted to simultaneously punch a wall and burst into tears. As Burt tried to keep his emotions in check he heard a small noise come out from beneath a pile of clothes. He lifted the pile and found Blaine's cell phone. It was ringing with a familiar pop song. The name on the screen read "Kurt".

XX

Kurt worried his lip in between his teeth. It never took this long for Blaine to answer. So when the ringing stopped and the line clicked to life, Kurt breathed a sigh of relief.

"Blaine, I know we haven't talked in a few weeks...but I heard about the snowstorm and I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I'm-"

"-Kurt, it's your dad." Burt interjected, stopping his son's stream of words.

Kurt stopped short. Why did his dad have Blaine's phone?

"Dad, why do you have Blaine's phone? Is everything ok?"

Burt rubbed his hand over his face, he really didn't want to worry Kurt, but he knew that he would find out sooner or later.

"No kiddo, it's not."

Kurt sat up in bed, his heart racing. "Is Blaine hurt?"

"Not really. I'm not sure exactly what's wrong, but Blaine is staying with us right now."

"I'll be home by tonight. Can you pick me up from the airport?" Kurt said without a second thought.

Burt shook his head, even though he knew Kurt couldn't see it. "Kurt, you have school. We can handle it."

"No dad. If Blaine's in trouble I'll be there. If you can't pick me up from the airport I'll get a cab."

Burt sighed. He knew there was no changing Kurt's mind. "I'll pick you me when you figure out when you'll get here."

"Thanks, dad. I'll see you soon."

XX

The ride home from the airport was quiet. When they were almost home Kurt spoke up. "Has Blaine said anything else beside what he told you this morning?"

Burt shook his head. "He's been asleep all day. All he said was he and his parents had gotten to a fight and that he had been living in his car for a few days. But I think it's worse than that."

Kurt nodded. He feared the same. Blaine had been off for months.

"I hope I'm wrong Kurt."

"I know. Me too."

"Did...did he say anything about us?"

Burt shook his head. "No, he hasn't. Why?"

"We...we had a fight a few weeks ago."

Burt turned slightly towards his son. "Kurt, right now a little fight is the least of Blaine's worries. And he needs you to help him out of whatever rut he is in. Understand?"

Kurt bit his lip but nodded. "Yeah, I understand."

"It will be ok kiddo."

Kurt offered his dad a smile but deep down he doubted that ok would be the end result.

They arrived at the house a few minutes later. Kurt winced when he saw the damaged car. He carefully got out of Burt's truck and looked into one of the cracked windows of Blaine's car. His stomach dropped when we saw the piles of clothes and other things stacked on the seats.

Something was wrong and Blaine wasn't ok.

Carole opened the door to the house and offered Kurt a sad smile. "It's good to see you, honey."

Kurt wrapped his arms around Carole. "Where is he?"

"Still sleeping in the guest room. Poor thing must have been exhausted." Carole replied.

"I'm going to go check on him." Kurt said.

"We'll be down here if you need us." Carole said as she patted Kurt's cheek.

Kurt smiled at her and Burt before heading up the stairs.

He opened the door slowly. He could barely see Blaine through the pile of blankets. He walked towards the bed and felt his heart break as he caught sight of his boyfriend.

Blaine was curled into a small ball, his head barely sticking out. Kurt felt tears prickle his eye as he saw a large piece of gauze covering the cut on Blaine's forehead. He carefully rubbed a finger over the gauze, causing Blaine to stir.
Kurt watched as Blaine's eyes fluttered open.

"Kurt...?"