Aunt Lynn had to be that adult who told everyone 'not to get your hopes up' when clearly, everyones hopes WOULD be up. She hated it, but she was twenty-nine and a parent to a teenage boy, she had normal grown-up sometime or another.
"Well, we have a lawyer, which is great but, no one is allowed to be excited until tomorrow. When we win. But we might not, cause you know your parents, they could probably buy you back. So keep your hopes lower than Lindsey Lohan's panties, okay!" Aunt Lynn wanted to beam at the sheer fact that there was chance for them.
"So, there's still a chance? I mean, you've done it before. You and Blaine, did. Now we can do it again, right?" Layla ask, finally grasping onto that pinch of hope.
"Layla, they didn't want me. They were happy to get rid of me, but you... You're gonna be a hard fish to catch so try not to get excited. But be hopeful. Okay?" Blaine said, wrapping his sister in his arms. He had never felt more like a brother. He lived with Layla for almost ten years, but in twenty-four hours, he really felt closer to her then before.
"Kurt," Aunt Lynn said to him, and Kurt stood up "I'm really sorry you had to be stuck in this. It was great to have you over, but I'm sure you're ready to run out of here and never talk to any of us again, so I guess, thank you, for not running already." Aunt Lynn said, with her hand on Kurt's shoulder.
"Lynn, I'm here for you guys. I guess it was bad timing, but if me and Blaine are as serious as we say we are, I gotta be able to take his crazy family." Kurt said with a wink and a smile.
"Kurt Hummel, you are an absolute saint! So go home, you need some normality tonight. If all goes well and we're not living in a lawyers office, maybe you can come back tomorrow?"
"Okay, I have homework to do anyway, so good luck. Call me Blaine?"
"I'll walk you to your car," Blaine said, nearly jumping from the couch "Be right back" He said to his aunt and sister.
Blaine and Kurt didn't really say anything until they got to the car. Kurt reached for Blaine's hand and stroked his fingers.
"Kurt, I really don't even know how to apologize for all the crazies that just went on in there. Please forgive me." Blaine looked like a little puppy begging for a toy. Kurt noticed that whenever Blaine was either sad or really excited, he looked like a little puppy. His eyes got wide, and sometimes his lip quivered. Kurt loved it when he was an excited puppy, but he hated seeing him upset.
"Blaine, like I said, I gotta be able put up with your family because I to be with you. It goes had in hand. Of course I forgive you. You're too cute not to." Kurt said, tugging and Blaine's cardigan. Blaine grabbed him around his waist and pulled him into a kiss. This kiss left Kurt's mind flying in the clouds. It was all Blaine could do to explain how much he appreciated Kurt.
Back inside, Layla was washing her face. It was red and puffy and covered in salt. Her eyes had been nearly rubbed raw and her stomach was aching from crying so much. Things were going so great this morning, but it was so stupid of her not to think her parents wouldn't have notice her gone. She was only 11 when Blaine left and she thought it was easy. You just run away and then then your parents talk to Aunt Lynn and that was it. She was left out of everything else and it left her clueless for when her turn came to run away.
When she came out of the bathroom, she felt much better. Blaine was texting someone and Aunt Lynn smoothing out her sundress.
"Well, Layla, you are quite the celebrity aren't you?" Aunt Lynn joked.
"I'm really sorry! I..." She felt it again, the feeling you get before you cry. Damn it! She was annoyed, she just washed her face and gathered herself, just to crumble with guilt again.
"No Layla! Don't you dare cry! Alright, this apartment is killing us all, who's up for some Breadsticks?" Aunt Lynn asked. Of course, everyone was. Who could refuse Breadsticks?
