Chapter 1

Blaine Anderson was alone. There was really no other way to state it. Kurt was no longer speaking to him after the whole New York trip. Finn and Rachel were of course on Kurt's side, so that meant they were not speaking to Blaine. He had fallen out of speaking terms with most of the Warblers: some because they felt betrayed over Blaine's leaving, others because they took Sebastian's side of things, and the rest were just the result of time and distance. Sam was comforting Brittany after her split with Santana, so he was too busy to even notice that Blaine was hurting. Marley, Unique and Jake didn't know Blaine well enough to even care. Artie was…well Artie. He was stuck in his own world, not really socializing much with Blaine outside of a few statements of 'hey' and 'see you later'. Tina was too busy bossing around her new personal assistant Dottie. Mr. Shuester was so wrapped up in his issues with Emma. His parents weren't there, and Cooper never answered his phone. So, like stated Blaine Anderson was alone.

It was in this lonely and pitiful state that Blaine was sitting in the Lima Bean nursing a nonfat mocha and staring into space. He had no one to talk to about what happened and it was slowly starting to kill him on the inside. He should technically be in school at the moment. However, Blaine couldn't stand sitting in the classrooms and the Glee club with people who were supposedly his friends but didn't even see that he was falling apart. His parents were vacationing on some far off island, so he just pretended to be his father and called the school saying he was sick. This was his third day of doing so, and he noticed not a single person from the Glee club contacted him to see if he was okay. Not one.

Blaine didn't really fear being recognized by anyone, because he really didn't look like himself at the moment. He was wearing baggy Ohio State sweatpants, a Dalton Academy hoodie, his hair was a massive unruly curly mess and he was wearing his thick glasses. It was a couple days after he got back before Blaine realized that he had no one to dress nice for anymore, so he stopped caring about his appearance. Blaine couldn't really think of anything that mattered anymore actually. He was just so lost. He couldn't find any meaning in anything.

"You look like shit," a voice stated, shaking Blaine out of his deep and depressing thoughts.

When Blaine looked up it was into the face of the last person he expected to see at the Lima Bean—Burt Hummel.

"And that is putting it nicely," Burt stated sitting down at the chair next to Blaine, "You want to tell me why you are not at school right now?"

"Er—not really sir," Blaine stated, staring down at the table in an attempt to avoid eye-contact with a man that had every right to want to kick his ass.

"Mr. Shuester called me and asked if I knew if you were all right. Apparently he tried to contact your parents and neither of them answered. When he couldn't get to them, he decided to call me. I take it he doesn't know the two of you broke up," Burt commented, never taking his eyes off of the disheveled boy next to him.

"I don't know sir, I never said anything to him," Blaine mumbled in reply.

"Have you said anything to anyone about it?" Burt was growing even more concerned.

"I'm sorry sir? I don't know what you mean," Blaine asked while picking at his nails.

"Have you talked to anyone about what happened since you got back to New York? Your brother? Your parents? Your friends?" Burt asked.

"No, sir." Blaine answered simply, internally listing the reasons why he couldn't talk to any of those people.

"Blaine, look at me," Burt demanded and waited a couple seconds until the boy's hazel eyes met his own, "Where are your parents?"

"Guam or Cape Verde or some other island," Blaine answered truthfully, figuring it was not worth it to lie and say that they were home.

"Do they know you are not in school?" Burt asked.

"No, sir. I haven't talked to them in about two weeks."

"So you called yourself in absent?" Burt inquired.

"Yes, sir."

"When are your parents coming home?" Burt asked, by this point Blaine had let his gaze drop to the table again.

"They are going to China for work after they are done vacationing on the island, so I don't know…probably Thanksgiving," Blaine answered as best he could.

"So you are by yourself until Thanksgiving?" Burt asked completely in shock and hating Blaine's parents even more by the second.

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, get up. Let's go," Burt demanded.

"Where are we going?" Blaine asked in confusion, looking up at Burt once again.

"To your house to get your stuff, you are going to come live at my house until your parents get back," Burt replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why? Don't you hate me for what I did to your son?" Blaine asked, not even allowing himself to think that someone could still even remotely like him. He was nothing.

"You are not my favorite person on the planet right now Blaine, but I can not let you go on like this," Burt replied.

"Like what? I'm fine. Things are going fine. You don't have to come into my life and try to fix anything," Blaine replied, turning and walking toward the door.

"Things are not going fine Blaine, and I have a sneaking suspicion that things haven't been fine for a long time. I think you have just been hiding everything behind a mask, but now you think you have no reason to keep that mask up with Kurt gone," Burt replied holding on to Blaine's arm so that he wouldn't storm off, "Now I'm not giving you an option here Blaine. You are coming with me."

Blaine sighed and nodded. The two walked out to the parking lot in silence.

"I take it you drove yourself here?" Burt asked.

"Yes, sir," Blaine replied pointing to the BMW convertible sitting in the parking lot.

"That's your car?" Burt asked, not at all succeeding at hiding his shock.

"Yes, my parents gave it to me just before they went on their trip," Blaine replied with no enthusiasm, "It is one of many presents of the sort. Last year they gave me an Ipad, a new Macbook, and an Xbox when they weren't able to come home when I had to have surgery on my eye."

Burt couldn't help but wonder why Kurt never told him any of this. Kurt had to know at least some things about Blaine's relationship with his parents.

"Okay well we will take my car to your house and we will come get yours later," Blaine just nodded and followed Burt to his truck.

The car ride to Blaine's house was mostly silent other than Blaine giving Burt half-hearted directions. It was about fifteen minutes later that Burt pulled up to what could only be described as a mansion. He really had to resist the urge to exclaim 'you live here?'

"Go pack your stuff, I will wait for you down here," Burt stated once the two were in the house.

Blaine once more didn't say anything and just did as he was told. Burt couldn't help but wander about the house. The kitchen was spotless with top of the line stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. The next room that he found was a family room with massive couches and a huge flat screen television taking up a good portion of the far wall. There were some pictures on the walls and other shelves of Blaine and who Burt could only assume was Cooper. None of them appeared to be very recent though, most of them taken when Blaine appeared to be about 8 and Cooper seemed to be about 17 or 18. After this Burt stumbled upon an office. The office was full of books; a lot of which Burt realized were not in English. It was at this point that Blaine walked in.

"Is this your father's office?" Burt asked and Blaine nodded in reply, "How many languages does he know?"

"I'm not sure, but I would say upwards of six or seven not including English," Blaine replied, very confused by the question.

"Sorry I was just noticing the books in other languages," Burt explained.

"Oh yeah, some of those are actually mine," Blaine replied, "I'm fluent in Spanish, Italian, French, Portuguese and German."

"And how did you achieve this?" Burt couldn't help but asked.

"I didn't have too many friends growing up so I had a lot of free time," Blaine replied, "I'm ready to go now, sir."

Burt looked at Blaine's face and saw that he clearly didn't like spending time in his father's office. He nodded at Blaine and the two walked out to where Blaine had placed his two packed suitcases. Burt helped Blaine carry them out to the truck and then they were off to the Hummel-Hudson house. It was when they arrived that Burt realized that he didn't think things through enough. The only room left open in the house was Kurt's. Finn was back home so he was staying in his room. Sam was still living with them so he was occupying the guest room. Blaine seemed to be on the same line of thinking.

"I can sleep on the couch if you want," Blaine muttered.

"No, you can take Kurt's room," Burt stated, "I have changed the sheets since he left so they are clean and ready for you."

Blaine was not worried about the sheets, which he was pretty sure that Burt was more than aware of. Just as he thought it would, the first step into Kurt's bedroom almost brought Blaine to tears. It seemed like just yesterday that he and Kurt were snuggling together on that bed watching Breakfast at Tiffany's the night before he left for New York. Blaine quickly put his bag down on the floor and started looking around. There on his bookshelf Kurt had a picture of the two of them from Junior Prom. Blaine couldn't help but think that it was only because Kurt hadn't been home yet in order to take it down. This thought didn't help anything, and Blaine did start to cry.

While Blaine was having this walk down memory lane, Burt had stepped out of the house and was currently waiting for someone to pick up their phone.

"Hey dad, I can't really talk right now. Isabelle wants me to…" Kurt began to state, but Burt cut in.

"Kurt you need to make a few moments to talk. It's about Blaine," Burt stated and as he did so he could hear the sharp intake of breath.

"Dad, I really don't want to talk about Blaine. Isn't it enough that I have to ignore his calls like fifty times a day? He also texts me at least once every hour," Kurt replied, "He cheated on me. Why can't he get that he hurt me so much that messages saying how sorry he is just aren't enough."

"Kurt, I wouldn't be talking to you about this if it wasn't serious," Burt replied, "I get that he broke your heart, and trust me I want to punch him for doing so. I think that he is severely depressed though. I got a call from Mr. Shuester this morning telling me that Blaine hadn't been in school for several days. He tried to contact Blaine's parents but they weren't answering so he called me. I started searching for him and for some reason I ended up at the Lima Bean, the only place I knew he frequented. You should have seen him when I found him Kurt. He looks like he hasn't eaten or slept since you guys broke up. You would hardly even recognize him Kurt; he is wearing sweats and not even attempting to tame his hair. I found out that he has been calling himself out of school and that his parents are abroad until Thanksgiving. He hasn't even talked about what happened with anybody."

"What did you do?" Kurt asked, his heart breaking over what he was hearing.

"I forced him to go pack his stuff and he is currently staying with us so that I can keep an eye on him. I unfortunately had to offer him your room with Sam and Finn both being here," Burt replied, "Did you know that his parent's give him expensive presents to make up for not being there?"

"Yeah. He told me that they recently gave him a new BMW," Kurt replied, "He hasn't done anything stupid with it, has he?"

"No he hasn't. Listen Kurt, I know that this puts you in a hard place. You don't have to talk to him or anything, but I couldn't on good conscious go on letting him live like this. I fear that he would spiral even further down into depression and do something stupid," Burt explained.

"I understand dad, I am going to talk to him eventually. I just need some time to clear my head first. What he did really hurt me," Kurt replied, "I don't blame you for taking him in though. Dad, please take care of him. I think you might be more of what he needs right now then me."

"I think you might be right, Kurt," Burt replied, "I love you son."

"I love you too dad. I will call soon to ask you about how he is doing."

Both men hung up their phones, and Burt turned and looked toward the house. If you had told him this morning that he was going to take in his son's ex-boyfriend he would have told you that you had lost your damn mind. However, he knew that this was something that he had to do. Blaine needed a parental figure in his life to show him just how important he actually is.