Blaine pulled away from Kurt's tight hold to dry his tears. He saw Kurt's blue eyes, looking even bluer against the bloodshot red behind it. They were puffy and Kurt was doing his best to keep the tears back and be strong for Blaine. Homophobia never ceased to make Kurt cry, no matter who's story it was. But this was even worse, it was Blaine's story. Blaine was his rock from the moment he first saw him and now here he was, opening up and letting Kurt into his life.
"I shouldn't be losing my cool like this." Blaine said, like his dapper self, wipping back a tear that had slid out of the corner of his eye.
"Blaine! You cry all you want, you let it out, what he did was horrible and my shoulder is right here, ready for you to cry on all day if you need it." Kurt assured him.
"Kurt," Blaine said, looking straight clear into his eyes, "I love you so much."
Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips agains Blaine's, slowly they kissed and Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. Blaine could feel Kurt. He could feel him saying 'I love you too, and I want everything to be better.' And Kurt could feel Blaine saying 'I need your help right now, and I'm so lucky to have you.' Blaine's lip quivered and he pulled back, and dried the remnants of tears off his face and took a deep breath.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and a red eyed, red nosed Layla Anderson came out.
"Sorry, guys. I, um I..." Layla stopped talking and she sat on the couch between Kurt and Blaine. Blaine wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a side-way hug.
"So, Layla, if you don't mid me asking," Kurt started with, "You're Blaine's sister, so how did you get here, did you go with Blaine, because he didn't say so."
"Kurt!" Blaine whispered to him, telling him to keep away from that subject.
"No, Blaine, it's okay!" Layla touched Blaine's shoulder, assuring him it was okay. "I'm guessing you heard about my sister, Cecelia? Well, she was...she was the apple of my parents eyes. They adored her, and after she died, mom was distraught over everything so she started drinking. At first it started with every weekend, then every other day, and then everyday. She'd stay out until 1 am, but back then, I had a nanny, so I was looked after. I didn't notice until the nanny's contract was up, six month ago. Mom was coming home at 2am, and if she was home earlier, it was because she was still asleep from the night before. And, dad. Once Cecelia was buried, he became 'very busy' and he'd only come home once a week, usually for an hour. And if I was lucky, I got to see him and say hello him. But he didn't come home for me. He got a new masseuse. And mistress." Kurt gasped after hearing this.
"But last night," She continued, "I came home and mom was there, and she was worse then ever. And then she told me. She told me everything that happened to Blaine, about dad and Cecelia. I didn't know anything at all, so I left. I turned away, out of that room, and I left. So, here I am now." Kurt looked at her with his eyes filling up again with tears and, unlike his usually cool, calm self in front of people he'd just met, he threw her into a hug. He was left with sence horror after the stories he'd just heard from Blaine and Layla.
Kurt realized that you could be the richest family in town, but no one's got it all.
