Klaine Oneshots

Don't Tell Dad

Requested by gleek_lol

You guys are really into Klaine having kids and stuff. I'm not saying I hate it but yknow it's still pretty new to me. Also I added a little something to this and it literally made it ten times more sad but that's kind of the point of this, isn't it?

"Kurt..." Blaine whispered.

"Yeah?" Kurt whispered back.

"What's Tracy's curfew?"

"U-um 11pm... Why?"

"It's 1am."

"And?"

"She's not home yet!"

Kurt immediately sat up in their bed.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice shaking a little. "I'm going to check."

He left their bedroom to go find Tracy's. She was no where to be seen. Resting in the middle of her bed lay a small metal box. On the top it read, "DO NOT OPEN."

So he didn't. He put it down, except when he put it down he actually dropped it and it sprung open. He gasped, and that's when Blaine came up behind him.

"Kurt, what are you doing with blades in Tracy's room?"

"T-they aren't mine..." Kurt choked out, tears streaming down his face.

"Why would she have blades? And why are you crying, babe?"

Blaine hugged him from behind.

"S-she's doing exactly what I used to do... Remember high school?"

"You mean she's..."

Blaine didn't need to finish the question. He put one hand over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't believe what he'd just walked into.

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Tracy came home the next day, throwing her school bag down at the door and dashing up to her room. Kurt and Blaine wasted no time going up there to see what was wrong.

Kurt knocked first, "Tracy, are you okay?"

Not even two seconds later, "Go away!!"

A few seconds passed and Blaine tried next.

"We just want to help you... Can we come in, please?"

Another few seconds passed before they barely heard her mutter, "Whatever..."

They entered, and she immediately shoved something shiny under her pillow. By the time she composed herself, Kurt was wide eyed with worry.

"U-um are you alright?"

"I'm fine." She snapped.

Obviously, she wasn't and Blaine could see how much it hurt Kurt. He'd been through the same thing. Seeing the countless baggy long sleeve shirts, the metal box, the hiding, and the "I'm fines."

It shocked Blaine what Kurt said next.

"C-can I see your arms...?"

She blinked, "What?"

"P-please?"

You could see the fear behind her eyes. She didn't want to. She really, really didn't want to. That only confirmed her fathers' suspicions. It was obvious and everyone in the room knew what she's done.

"Why?" Blaine choked out.

"None of your business! Just leave me alone!" Tracy yelled, voice breaking.

Kurt immediately did as he was told. He got up and left her bedroom. Blaine however, stayed for a little longer, wishing there was something he could do. There wasn't much at that point, and before he left he knew she needed help.

"Kurt?" Blaine called.

The taller boy was in their kitchen, trying to keep from breaking down. He wanted to be strong for his daughter, but at the same time he couldn't help but wonder if he'd done something to contribute to her pain. Blaine seemed to read his mind, telling Kurt that none of it was his fault.

"You don't know that..." Kurt said, wiping away his tears.

"Well, you don't either. We can help her, though. A therapist may be our best option." Blaine replied, rubbing circles on his lover's back.

"Okay..."

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Um so I wasn't sure what to put next. Do y'all want a sequel to this? Maybe a part two to what happens to Tracy or the therapist?