Burt's car was in the driveway. Burt was there. Blaine knew his boyfriend. He knew what he needed. Kurt had family, and friends that would stand by him; But Blaine knew that there were two people who Kurt needed to make him okay when he was in trouble. Burt was one of them. The second person got out of the car slowly and closed the door behind him bracing himself for the inevitably upset boy on the other side.

Blaine would be curled up in a ball if this were to happen to him. It was a comfort to know that Kurt was stronger than that and no matter how weepy he was right now Kurt would pick himself up and go on to fight another day. He might not go to school tomorrow, but when he returned he would walk through those doors with his head held high.

Blaine thought of this as he walked into the house. He needed to be strong. Not so Kurt could be strong, but so he could be worthy of Kurt's strength. Kurt would fight and as a result so would Blaine.

He turned the doorknob, knocking didn't seem necessary right now. It was however since the door was locked. He rang the doorbell only needing to wait a few seconds before Carol opened the door. She had a stony expression on her face as Blaine walked in with his dad on his heels. Whatever he was expecting Kurt to be like, was not what he found.

Burt was leaning in the doorframe of the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest. His brow furrowed with Hummel determination, his eyes set on something inside the room. Pacing through the Kitchen was Kurt . One hand to his mouth, biting his thumbnail, the other wrapped around his waist. When Blaine entered. he looked up.

There were no tears in his eyes. He wasn't shaky like Blaine was. He was only standing there with a slight frown on his lips deep in thought and ready to fight. Shit.

"Kurt." Blaine uttered, unsure of what to say.

Kurt looked over with softened eyes. Blaine took this as an invitation and put one foot in front of the other making his way over to the unbelievably strong boy. He put his arms around Kurt's waist. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and melted into the embrace. He buried his head deep in the space between Blaine's ear and shoulder taking slow shaky breaths, allowing his feelings to leak out ever so slightly. They stood there for who knows how long just feeling the other. Reminding themselves that all the shit was worth it because when it came down to it, there was someone to melt into. Not everyone had this. Gay, straight, blind, purple, it didn't matter. True love was something really special and they had it.

Kurt yawned against his neck, and even if it didn't seem possible a second before- Blaine's heart broke even more. Kurt seemed to put more of his weight onto Blaine. This being exactly what Blaine wanted he tightened his embrace and rubbed soothing patterns on the small of his boyfriend's back.

"Blaine."

It was his dad's voice. His father was standing next to Burt, looking at his son with concerned eyes.

"Why don't you boys go up to bed. I'm gonna talk to Burt here then head home, but you should stay for the night."

If Blaine had it in him to be surprised at his father his jaw would have dropped to the floor. Instead he turned to face forward and began leading Kurt to the steps. They stopped for a moment when facing their fathers.

Burt wrapped a hand around Kurt's head and whispered something in his ear. Kurt nodded and wrapped his arms around his father, Blaine's hands never leaving the small of his back. Burt nodded once to Blaine as if to say 'Make him okay, we'll handle this.' Blaine nodded back in affirmation and continued their treck upstairs. ON his way out Blaine's own father patted his shoulder in a timid show of support and respect. Blaine needed that.

When they got upstairs Kurt turned on the light in his room and walked over to the dresser. He pulled out a pair of pajamas for himself and a pair of Dalton sweatpants and a t-shirt. He put the Dalton gear on the bed and walked to his bathroom with the pajamas. Blaine quickly changed leaving his garbage tainted clothes in a pile on the floor.

Kurt emerged from the bathroom moments later looking utterly exhausted. It was as if two weeks had passed in that bathroom. He was pale as a sheet and he had deep bags under his eyes. In the privacy of his room he was finally allowed to be truly shaken by the humiliation and terror this commercial had reigned down on him. The weight of it bearing unmercifully on his shoulders as he pulled the blankets down and sat on the bed.

His head was dipped low as he brought his feet up and laid on his back pulling the covers with him. His eyes closed and Blaine crawled in next him him. Blaine leaned his back on the headboard and propped himself onto his elbow nearest Kurt. His other hand rested on Kurt's chest and his thumb began grazing over his boyfriends collarbone, Kurt, eyes still closed, turned his head toward this soothing motion and grabbed the hand comforting him. He pulled the hand to his mouth and gave hard lingering kisses to it's knuckles. Blaine felt tears on his hand as he looked at the now scrunched face of his best friend.

Kurt turned his body toward blaine burrowing his head into his boyfriend's stomach, bringing that precious hand to his face where it had found a home. Blaine lowered his head onto his forearm getting closer to Kurt, making his body a wall for his boyfriend to hide behind. He took his free hand and began brushing it over his boyfriend's hair. At some point, Blaine began humming softly into his boyfriend's ear. There was no particular song. Just a soothing melody to comfort both boys. Not long after Kurt's breath evened out and the fingers which maintained a death grip on his hand became limp. Blaine's pinky was against Kurt's lips. He was relished in the puffs of warm air against his fingers.

Blaine knew that tomorrow would bring it's obstacles, but tonight he was able to give the boy he loved rest and brief respite from the cruelty of the world.

That was enough.