The moment Blaine felt Kurt's arm around him, his shoulders relaxed just a bit, and he realized that maybe he wasn't alone. It hurt, and he didn't know what he was going to do without his parents--he tried not to think about about how he didn't get to tell them he loved them--but he wasn't alone. He had Kurt. He had Burt.
Burt finally pulled back, a hand still on Blaine's shoulder and one on Kurt's as Blaine wiped at his tears. "Why don't you both go on upstairs and get some rest. I'll... try to put something together to eat that doesn't require cooking. And Blaine? You're staying with us now, you understand? This is your home now, as long as you want it to be."