Tragedy

Chapter 9

~~A little kiddy angst and also sorry this chapter is so long!!~~

Blaine woke up first and almost forgot where he was. He only remembered because there was a scent of Kurt in the air. He tried the sit up, but something was restraining him. He looked down and saw the Kurt was holding on to him tightly, laying on his chest. He smiled slightly laid back down.

Before he could stop himself he was feeling the softness of Kurt's hair on his hand. He pulled back when he felt Kurt moving.

He pretended he was asleep when he felt Kurt sitting up. "Hey, wake up. It's almost twelve." Kurt nudged Blaine and he smiled.

"I've been up." Blaine said sitting up and grinning at Kurt. But Kurt didn't smile back. He looked devastated.

"So you saw me on you? I- why didn't you move me?" Kurt's eyes went wide in horror and fear.

"Hey, it's fine, Kurt. I didn't mind." Blaine stood up off the bed and stretched. Kurt sighed in relief and stood up too. "This shirt was a little too snug though," Blaine lifted it up and off his body. Kurt tried hard not to stare at him, so he just made the bed.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah, Kurt?" Blaine put the bigger shirt that he was given yesterday on.

"Does your dad... Does he beat you?" He turned to look at Blaine sadly. He saw hesitation in his eyes and worry.

"Why..." Blaine tried not to make any eye contact.

"Blaine, please..."

"No, he doesn't. Why?" Blaine knew he shouldn't lie to Kurt, but it really isn't his business.

"Blaine, you can tell me anything, I'm your friend."

"We only met for what, three days? How can you say you are my friend when you don't know me!" Blaine was furious, and Kurt didn't understand why. All he did was ask him a question. Kurt sat down on the made bed and sighed with anger.

"I want to know you, Blaine. You are just not answering me."

"It's none of your business. And no, I'm not saying he does or doesn't."

"Blaine! Then how do you say you got those bruises?" Kurt shot up and pointed at the healing bruises on the side of his head and on his arms. Blaine laughed, but it was one of those sarcastic laughs.

"You talk a lot for ten-year-old," he crossed his arms. Kurt made a face that told him to take that back. "Kurt, I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want my da-"

"Hey, you guys missed breakfast, but I made you some sandwiches." Mr. Hummel came in the room carrying a tray full of sandwiches and brownies in one hand and in the other hand two juice boxes and two water bottles. He set them on the desk and left, as soon as thunder sounded outside. Kurt walked over and grabbed a brownie and started taking small bites out of it, all the while Blaine had already stuffed two of them in his mouth.

By the time they ate all the food and drank all the beverages, it had started to pour down rain. Blaine was staring out the window when he saw a familiar car pull into the drive way.

"So what were-"

"My moms here!" Blaine ran out of the room leaving Kurt behind once more. He rocketed through the front door just as his mom was getting out. "Mom! You're back!" He threw himself at her with full force knocking her against the car. He hugged his mom tightly, before he was pushed off.

"Blaine you are acting like you haven't seen me in years! Why are you at the Hummel's? Why aren't you at home?" Blaine had forgotten all about his home and then...

"Dad! I mean, dad was going to sleep so I asked if I could go over Kurt's."

"Oh, well, lets get out the rain, we are getting soaked." They both walked back the the Hummel's when Blaine thought of something.

"Mom, I'm going to get my drawing book for Kurt to see!" He turned around and ran back to his house, already drenched to the bone. He ran down the hallway and reached for the handle of the closet door. He pulled it open and backed away as his father fell out of it. He drug his dad down the hallway and into the living room. He used all his strength to her the fat lump up the couch. He manages to then emptied a bag of chips on him and on the table. After that he grabbed two beer bottles, emptied one in the sink and then half of one then set them on the table.

He did that so when they had to come back home, his mom would think that he was really here and not in the closet. Blaine raced back to the Hummel's and knocked on the door. Kurt answered with a smile. Blaine loved to see him smile, because, he was really beautiful.

When Kurt noticed it was Blaine, he nearly melted, because his hair was wet and it was in his eyes and when he smiled...

"Kurt, can I come in?" Blaine said, pulling Kurt out of his day dream.

"Oh sure, but our moms went to the store for something."

"That's fine." Kurt lead Blaine to his room again.

"Blaine, can you tell me now? I mean, I just want to know that you are okay." Kurt wasn't looking at Blaine, too busy trying to find a movie to put on. "Monsters Inc.?" He showed Blaine the movie behind his back, not waiting for an answer. He put it in and started it. "So?"

"You aren't... Giving me enough time, Kurt." Blaine rubbed the back of his head, looking at the impatient Kurt.

"Giving you... Okay." Kurt just gave up. If Blaine wasn't going to talk, he would jut forget. Besides, they were kids, and kids got hurt. But... Not that bad.

They were halfway through the movie when Blaine had told Kurt it was his dad.

"Blaine! You have to tell someone." But Blaine only shook his head.

"You know how hard it was just telling you that?"

"But why? Why does he? That's so wrong!" Blaine only shook his head.

"I just think he hates me."

"Well, lets tell my dad!" Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm and pulled him off the bed, before he yanked his arm back.

"Not now!" Blaine jumped back then because lightning had struck right outside there house. Just then Kurt's dad came up to tell them that it was storming pretty bad.

"Blaine has something to tell you!" Kurt shouted.

"No I-" Blaine was interrupted by a phone call. He reached for the phone on the wall in the hallway.

"Hello?" He said with a smile. The whole time Kurt was watching his expression. Turning from happy, to confused to... He couldn't even name the look on his face, but he looked somewhat distraught.

"Dad?" Kurt looked up at his dad.

"Kurt, Blaine. Go get in the car." Mr. Hummel said, eyes overflowing with tears.