A/N: Yay for updates! Meet you at the end :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor Kurt Hummel nor Blaine Anderson. I do own my crazy ideas and characters!

Chapter 22

A month passed since the encounter in the shower; a month since they had managed to put their differences and insecurities aside and learn to love and be loved in return and Blaine couldn't be happier.

There was something bugging him anyway. He had wanted to talk with Kurt about him trying to find his family but he hadn't found the exact or appropriate time to do it. Until late one night, they were cuddling in Blaine's room when he brought up the subject.

"Kurt, there's something I need to talk about"

Kurt breathed heavily. "If it's about me sliding some bronzer in your moisturizer I just think you look a little bit better with some more color". He sat up, disentangling himself from Blaine's strong grip and laid against the headboard.

Blaine chuckled and moved into a more upright position but still lying down, looking straight at Kurt.

"It's not that. I've been thinking a lot, you know? About life, about me, about you, about everything there is to think about; but there's one thought that has been practically chasing me for more than two months" he took a deep breath and stared at Kurt; he had his eyebrows up in concern and an enquiring look. Blaine was struggling for words.

"What's up, love? You know you can tell me anything" Kurt took Blaine's right hand in his and started caressing his knuckles. "I'm here for you". Blaine moved up and caught Kurt's lips in an earnest and sweet kiss.

"I love you"

"I love you too, Blaine" he let go of him. "Now, stop deflecting and let's cut to the chase. What's bugging you?"

"I've decided I want to… know who I am" Kurt wore a very confused face. "I mean, I want to know where I came from. I want to find my biological family. I know it's stupid and you'll probably just tel-"

"Are you insane?" Kurt cried. "How could I ever think that that is something stupid? I think is very brave of you to want to come to terms with your past and try to look for answers. I think I've said this already but I'll keep repeating it forever: I'm here for you, Blaine. In thick or thin; in sickness or health; in joy or sorrow; forever, Blaine. Because that's what I want with you: forever. Wow, that sounded a lot like a marriage proposition" Kurt chuckled.

Blaine was amazed at Kurt's words, the fact that he actually voiced out everything he himself was afraid to say out loud; afraid of Kurt's rejection.

"Oh Kurt, so do I. I've been trying to say exactly that but I was afraid maybe I was going too fast or thinking too much of this. I love you so much, you've got no idea"

"I think I've got a pretty good idea" Kurt said as he jumped on top of Blaine and started kissing him passionate and feverishly.

They were both aching for closeness, feeling their bodies were too far apart and trying to touch every part of them. Blaine struggled with Kurt's button-down and finally succeeded on letting his boyfriend's marvelous body be free. He caressed every surface of Kurt's built trimmed chest until he got to the waistband of his briefs.

"Blaine, stop" Kurt said breathless. "We were talking about something"

"Kurt, I don't care. I want you, so so bad"

"I know, honey, I do too. But let's just stop here"

Blaine knew whenever Kurt said stop was because there was an ulterior purpose to be considered. He kissed Kurt one more time and started tidying his clothes. Kurt went to the bathroom for a moment while Blaine went searching for his laptop.

"I'm going to go get some coffee for both of us while you change and start searching for old family records or whatever. Hope we don't find out you belong to the Manson family" Kurt joked as he tied his Converse and got off of the bed. "I'll be right back!" he sang as the door closed behind him.

Blaine did just as Kurt told him; he tidied everything and got to work. First off he typed "Blaine Anderson-Berry" in Google. His Facebook profile and Twitter account were the first things to pop up; then his Dalton file and last but not least a bunch of YouTube videos of the Warblers performances. He scrolled down and clicked on the second page of the Google results.

Something strange caught his attention. A newspaper headline read: "The Anderson-Berry case starts heating up" dated 1996.

He immediately clicked on it and started reading.

"Let's lay out the situation first, shall we? Leroy and Hiram Berry have a little girl of about a year, born through the surrogate process. At first, everything seems perfectly fine at the eyes of non-homophobic people of course. Until, these two men decide to try and adopt yet another baby, Blaine Anderson. Everything still seems okay.

It all started of course with the news of the first gay couple of Columbia to ever actually adopt a baby. The problem developed from whether it's okay for gay people to adopt or not, to the scandal around where this baby boy comes from. As usual, our finest reporters did their research and this is what they found.

Blaine Anderson was born in Hudson, Columbia, New York son of-"

Blaine abruptly closed the laptop and tossed it aside. He got up from the bed, trying to hold his tears back and pointing at his computer. He didn't understand; did he want to understand?

He sat on the floor with his arms wrapped tightly around his legs as he rocked back and forth. All his childhood memories came flooding in and he remembered being told he was born in Columbus not Columbia; he remembered knowing Rachel was his sister. Now that he thought about it, Rachel looked a lot more alike to his parents than he did; she had straight, soft, brown hair whereas Blaine had curly dark hair; she had always received more attention from the Berrys than Blaine had; the only thing they had in common was their talent… actually Rachel had been more praised about it than Blaine had so yeah, nothing drew them together.

Yes, Rachel was his adoptive sister and he couldn't have asked for a better one, but he always thought she actually was his blood sister. The realization of being completely alone in a world full of people with families and relatives hit him hard in the face. Not even Rachel was—he couldn't keep on thinking about that, it pained too much.

Blaine knew Rachel knew. Of course she knew, that's why she hadn't wanted to start looking for their family. She knew Blaine would be hurt to find that Leroy and Hiram were Rachel's actual parents and he was just a boy found in a foster home.

He needed air, he had this knot inside his throat that was threatening to come out; he felt as if he was being strangled; he got up and stumbled to the door just as Kurt entered.

"You know, the cafeteria lady is a sweetheart! She gave me these free scones while I was waiting for our order and I must tell yo- Blaine?"

Blaine fell butt flat to the floor and started crying desperately.

"Blaine! Blaine, baby, what is going on?" Kurt cried as he dropped everything to the floor, not caring if the scalding coffee fell on top of him. He noticed Blaine wasn't up for talking so he just held him, caressing his back and his shoulders and whispering words of comfort to his ear. Blaine cried as if he had been shot, as if the pain he was feeling inside was so unbearable he just had to cry it out. It felt as if Blaine needed to empty himself out and crying was the only option he had. Kurt was holding himself back so as not to cry but seeing someone you love, as much as he loves Blaine, crying and suffering like that didn't make it any easier.

Eventually, Blaine's loud sobs came to a halt and he drifted off to a deep sleep. Kurt only woke him up to move him to the bed.

As soon as Blaine was tugged into bed and fast asleep, Kurt grabbed the bags he had dropped and the cold coffee and threw it all away. He then decided to look up what his boyfriend had found that had broken him in half.

He took Blaine's laptop, plugged it and turned it on. The first window opened was from a New York newspaper he didn't recognize. The headline read "The Anderson-Berry case starts heating up"

He started to read and found exactly what had made Blaine cry in pain: he was not Leroy and Hiram's son and he was not Rachel's brother. He gasped and covered his mouth as everything he was reading hit him. Who was Blaine?

"Blaine Anderson was born in Hudson, Columbia, New York, son of Linda Carlile. The name of the father did not appear in the records and that's where the problem starts; Linda Carlile comes from a very conservative and closed family, when they found out Linda had had a son with someone not from their circle they flipped out and kicked her out of the house. Apparently this unknown man paid for Linda's and Blaine's care for over a year until one day he stopped. Linda had to work two jobs to try to maintain both of them and pay for Blaine's babysitter. One day she just couldn't hold it any longer and left Blaine at the steps of a foster home called "New opportunities". Blaine's father never appeared, until now. Jack Anderson, owner and co-founder of the regionally known shoe making factory Andertobs, had recently been claiming to have his son's custody. As little Blaine is now in foster care, there's not much that he can do. Yes, he can adopt him but let's keep in mind that the Berrys won't back off.

Earlier this morning there had been some disturbances inside the court house where Blaine Anderson's custody fight is being held. Despite the DNA tests showing that Blaine is in fact Anderson's biological son, the judges have decided that for Blaine to live with the Berrys is a much healthier environment than living with enterpriser Anderson. Either way, Blaine must wear both surnames and have regular visits from his father. As shown in previous declarations, Jack Anderson is not one to willingly spend time with his son; he told The New York Times he only wanted to get Blaine so he could lead on the heritage, nothing more nothing less.

Fortunately, this story ends with a cherry on top, as Blaine Devon Anderson- Berry is now living with his dads, Leroy and Hiram Berry and his little daughter, Rachel. Justice has been done"

At the bottom of the news there was a photo of a younger Leroy and Hiram holding two babies, dressed with matching outfits.

Kurt closed the laptop and looked to the right where Blaine slept. He took off his shoes and went to lay down next to him; Blaine shifted his body and hugged Kurt. The blue eyed boy could tell Blaine was worried as for like the 10th time his boyfriend cried in his sleep "I'm lost".

Kurt needed to do something; he needed to do something and fast. Blaine was suffering and for what he knew from his past, he did not want for Blaine to dive in those deep and dark waters ever again.

A/N: We meet again! I know I took a bit to write this! Anyway, I GOT IN UNIVERSITY! I'm the happiest girl on earth, I also had a blast in my birthday and as I'm the coordinator of one of my old school's Christian-Charity groups we went to camp for like three days and well, I just couldn't write while trying to keep watch of 75 kids lol.

Hope you guys all survived Come What May, I sure as hell didn't!