"I should ask you the same thing." Kurt said, his voice light.

"I...I crashed my car this morning. Your dad and Carole said I could stay here 'till it's fixed. I can leave if you want me to." Blaine said as he started towards the door.

"Why would I want you to leave?" Kurt asked.

"Because we haven't spoken in weeks." Blaine replied his voice breaking slightly.

Kurt looked down at his feet. "I know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad. I hate it when there's something bothering you and you won't tell me what it is."

Blaine looked up at Kurt, his eyes were misty with tears. "I missed you, Kurt."

"I've missed you too, Blaine." Kurt said as he pulled Blaine snugly against him.

Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's shoulder and took a deep breath. His body immediately relaxed as the feeling of safety washed over him.

"I wish I could stay here forever." Blaine murmured into Kurt's shirt.

"I know Blaine, but we need to talk." The image of Blaine's car was fresh in his mind. He knew that something wasn't adding up and that Blaine was in more trouble than he was letting on..

Blaine pouted slightly as Kurt pulled back from the hug.

"I've been worried about you."

"Why? I'm fine." Blaine said as he offered Kurt a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Kurt sighed. "Blaine, please just tell me what is wrong."

Blaine stiffened and stepped back from Kurt. "Nothing is wrong! I told you, I've been busy."

"Blaine, just stop!" Kurt yelled, causing Blaine to jump slightly. "Something has been off for months and I don't know why but you've been trying to hide it from me and everybody else! So just tell me what's wrong!"

Blaine felt his chest constrict. "Why does no one believe me when I say I'm fine?" He snapped his voice low.

"Blaine, you told my dad that you've been living in your car for a few days because you and your parents had a fight. That's not fine!"

"Why are you asking me what's wrong if you already know?"

"Because Blaine, I looked inside your car and so did my dad. It looks like you've been living there for months. So obviously something isn't adding up." Kurt said, exasperated.

Blaine felt his heart drop to his feet. He stood frozen, barely breathing. This was it. He could feel everything falling apart. The secret he had tried to hide for months was ripping him apart at the seams.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked as he stepped closer to his boyfriend. "Blaine please, just tell me what's wrong. I want to fix it."

Blaine's breath was coming in short gasps and his head was spinning. The weight of everything felt like it was both crushing him and tearing him apart.

"I...I have been living in my car since I first visited you in New York. Kurt...I'm homeless." Blaine breathed before he felt his knees buckled and his eyes flutter shut.

"BLAINE!" Kurt shrieked as Blaine's body went limp. Kurt caught him just before he hit the floor. Blaine's face was pale and his breathing was shallow. His body was shaking slightly and his sweater and t-shirt were soaked through with sweat.

Kurt bit back a sob as he called down the stairs. "Dad help!"

Burt and Carole ran up the stairs as fast as they could. Kurt was sitting by the door, Blaine limp in his arms.

"Kurt, what happened?" Carole cried as she quickly knelt beside Kurt.

Kurt shook his head. "We were just talking and then he fainted."

Carole shook her head as she felt Blaine's forehead. His skin was hot beneath her fingers. "He has a fever."

"He didn't say he was sick." Kurt said, still holding tight to Blaine.

"I know, but he was out in the cold for goodness knows how long, it's a wonder his fever has just set in now."

"We should get him back to the bed. Do you need help?" Burt whispered.

Kurt shook his head, "No, I've got him." Kurt shifted his weight and carefully lifted Blaine off the floor. He felt a bit sick to his stomach as he felt Blaine's ribs through his thin cardigan. Kurt carefully laid Blaine down on the bed.

Carole was right behind him. "Why don't you go find so fresh clothes for him, I'll go down and get some Tylenol."

Kurt nodded. He quickly went to his chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of sweats and an old T-shirt. Carole offered him a sad smile as she and Burt went downstairs to get Blaine some medicine.

Kurt carefully removed Blaine's sweat soaked clothes, he winced when he saw that not only could he feel Blaine's ribs but he could see them outlined beneath the skin. "Blaine" Kurt sobbed as he quickly covered the boy's thin body with a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. After Blaine was dressed Kurt quickly pulled the blankets over his shaking body, he began to gently comb his fingers through Blaine's curls as Carole came back into the room.

"Has he woken up?" She asked as she placed a glass of water and a bottle of pills on the bedside table.

Kurt shook his head . "Carole I don't know what to do."

"Oh sweetie, it's just a fever. He'll be ok by tomorrow."

"It's not the fever...Blaine told me what was wrong."

"What is it, honey?"

"Blaine's parents kicked him out months ago. He's homeless."

XX

"He's been living in his car since September?" Burt asked his hand clenched around the wood of the kitchen table.

"He said he had been living in his car since he came back from New York."

"But why didn't he tell us? He knows he's welcome here." Carole said, her voice weak.

Kurt shook his head. "I...I should have figured it out. Blaine's been off for months. Why didn't I see it?"

Kurt started to put his head down on the table when a knock on the door resounded through the house.

The three Hummel's looked at each other with surprise. "Who could that be?"

Carole stood up from the table and went towards the entry way.

As his wife left Burt reached across the table and placed a hand Kurt's arm. "Kurt, stop."

"Stop what?" Kurt asked, looking at his father.

"Stop blaming yourself. It's not your fault."

"But, I should have known something was wrong. But instead of trying to help I got mad at him."

"Kurt, no one could have possibly known about this. Blaine kept it a secret and now its our job to clean up the mess."

Just as Burt finished his sentence, Carole re-entered the kitchen. Tina and Sam were behind her.