“Blaine?”, Kurt asks quietly and Blaine turns around and gives him a weak smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”, Kurt says in return, sits up and leans his head on the other boy’s shoulder. “I thought you’d be gone by now.”

“Where would I go?”, Blaine says.

“Home?”, Kurt asks gently, because there is still that one question which is unanswered, and he can feel how the boy beside him stiffens. When Kurt lifts his head, Blaine turns his away.

“I can’t go home.”

“Why not?” Kurt so desperately wants Blaine to not hurt, so badly wants him to let go of everything which pains him. “Tell me, Blaine.”

And the words pour out of him: “Because I have a father that won’t accept that I’m gay, a father that didn’t say a word to me after the Cindy Hawkins dance, who just turned around and walked away. A father who refused to visit me at Dalton and didn’t welcome me home when I returned, who hasn’t looked me in the eyes in years, not once, and a mother who hides in his shadow. I have no home with them, and I don’t know what would happen if I showed up like this. I don’t want to know.”

Kurt scoops closer then, wraps his arms around the smaller boy and a few moments later feels Blaine slip his arms around his waist too. Kurt doesn’t have any comforting words this time either, all he have to give is his support, because he could never imagine how it would be if his father suddenly turned on him. So they sit like that for a while, just holding each other.