Blaine stared angrily at Matthew, with blood still running down from his face. Matthew gazed coldly at Blaine before walking into the master bedroom and slamming the door shut. Seeing the blood that was slowly dripping down into the pure white marble sink, Blaine quickly set down his phone and snatched up the damp washcloth on the side and shoved it to his nose while muttering profanities under his breath. Loud stomping noises could be heard right outside the bathroom, Joey was coming up. Joey handed him the big bag of ice with wide eyes at all the blood all over the sink, counter, and the little bit on the floor.

Blaine sighed, how was he going to explain this to him? "Thanks, Joe-shmoe." Blaine smiled. "Come in and close the door, will you? I need you to help me with something." Joey nodded and closed the door gently. Blaine went over the speaker on the wall which in reality was a radio with an iPod cord. He plugged in his brand new iTouch with the camera on the back and turned on the camera. Blaine also set the music to repeat on Katy Perry's Firework and blasted the volume all the way up. He grabbed Joey by the shoulder and somewhat yelled into his ear: "I need you to help me set my nose back in place. I think it got broken by the plate. So I'm going to close my eyes and you do it whenever you can. I just don't want to see it being done…" Joey's jaw dropped. Are you serious, Blaine? Joey thought.

Blaine saw his expression and nodded encouragingly at him. He leaned over the sink and closed his eyes, focusing on the lyrics.

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

It's always been inside of you, you, you

And now it's time to let it through

Cause baby you're a firework

Come on show 'em what your worth

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"

As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you're a firework

Come on let your colors burst

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"

You're gunna leave 'em goin "Oh, oh, oh!"

Joey counted to three mentally and quickly put his fingers on Blaine's nose bridge and jerked quickly when he heard the word burst. He felt the bone cartilage snap back into place; Joey felt faint but not as faint as Blaine as he nearly fell over. Joey had to support him to keep him standing so he slowly guided him over the bathtub and saw Blaine's jaw slowly stretching open. The next second came an agonizing scream. Blaine was in total agony, with him retching up what little he ate, screaming bloody mary, and more blood running down his nose.

Joey looked on worriedly. If the blood comes down faster than it already was, he might need a transfusion. Blaine continued screaming for the next three minutes, with Joey stuffing a towel in front of his mouth when the song ended so Matthew couldn't hear; he took the towel away when the song started up again. Blaine slowly felt the pain slowly ebbing away; he started to focus more on the lyrics.

You don't have to feel like a waste of space

You're original, cannot be replaced

If you only knew what the future holds

After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed

So you can open one that leads you to the perfect road

Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow

And when it's time, you'll know

You just gotta ignite the light

And let it shine

Just own the night

Like the Fourth of July

Soon Blaine started dry heaving as the pain subsided into a residual throb and the blood from his nose finally stopped with an occasional drop or two of blood. Blaine felt tired, mentally and physically. His brother slowly leaned Blaine back into his chest and somewhat dragged him across the floor and laid him down on the bathroom carpet using the towel as a pillow as he was losing consciousness. Joey quietly opened the bathroom door, closed it, and went down to the kitchen to grab some pudding, fruit juice and the jar of ibuprofen. Miranda saw all this out of the corner of her eye but said nothing, instead focusing on washing the dishes.

Joey quickly ran up the spiral staircase, nearly tripping twice. He quickly opened and closed the door. Blaine was just where he left him, though he was mumbling in his pain-induced sleep now. Biting his lip, Joey gently shook Blaine's shoulder to wake him up and get him to eat. He's so pale. How much blood did he lose? Should I tell Mom? Call 911? Think, Joseph, THINK. Joey thought as he stared at his brother's pale face and still bleeding gashes. He quickly retrieved more paper towels and pressed them to Blaine's face. Suddenly, Joey snapped his head and his jaw dropped.. He stopped trying to wake Blaine up and dashed across their huge bathroom to the door that connected his bedroom to the bathroom and Blaine's bedroom.

Wait a sec. He quickly ran back and locked the door connecting the room to the hallway incase their parents wanted in. Joey also locked the lock that he and Blaine secretly installed the summer before incase the first lock failed. He then went into Blaine's bedroom and locked his door, too. Joey then ran to his room and got out his first aid kit and secret granola bar stash from under his bed and quickly walked back into the bathroom as his arms were full of supplies. After depositing everything in the empty and dry bathroom sink, he then ran back into his room and locked both of his locks and got out his extra blanket, sleeping bag, and an extra pillow from his closet. Joey let him sleep for another half hour until he was going to wake him up. "Blaine, wake up." He said softly.

Blaine was slowly coming to, his eyes were fluttering and he was moving his fingers and feet. Joey saw this happening and ran to his side on the floor. He had never been happier to see him awake. "Hey." Joey said, his voice quivering.

"H-ey, Joe-" Blaine started to say until the pain got to him and he started to arch his back and grit his teeth in response to the pain in his nose and face.

"Blaine, you're okay, you're okay! You're in the bathroom with just me! I locked all the doors, they can't get in!" Joey quickly said as he saw his brother's broken body. "Blaine, open your eyes. Just open your eyes and look at me. Look at me!" Joey blurted out, thinking of nothing else. Blaine slowly opened his eyes and focused on Joey, the song that was still playing was bringing him back to reality.

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin

Like a house of cards

One blow from caving in

Do you ever feel already buried deep

Six feet under scream

But no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there's still a chance for you

Cause there's a spark in you

Joey opened a pouch of pudding and grabbed one of the spoons he brought up; he set in on the floor beside Blaine. "Come on, let's get you up for a bit. Let's get you sitting against the wall. I've got pudding for you." Joey said soothingly to Blaine. He murmured an affirmative, trying to wake up more.

Sliding his arm under Blaine's back, he slowly raised his brother to a near sitting position and let him lean against the wall. Joey retrieved the pudding and sat next to Blaine. "Here, I got your favorite flavor, tapioca." He offered.

Blaine slowly took the pudding from his little brother's hand and nodded thanks to him. The pudding went down smoothly and coolly to his empty stomach. He groaned in delight as the pudding hit his stomach. His head throbbing, he reached out and grabbed his cell phone that Joey had placed next to him. Blaine made a turning motion with his hand. Joey didn't get it until he muttered "too loud…music."

Joey walked over and turned down the volume, but on second thought as he was walking back, he went and unplugged the iTouch. Blaine opened his hand and Joey placed the iTouch in it. He turned off the camera and saved the video, hoping to show it to Kurt one day.

KURT! Blaine jumped, forgetting all the texts and missed calls. He then regretted jumping as his nose started to trickle blood again. Joey was prepared, he handed Blaine a wad of paper towels. Blaine blinked and suddenly felt a stinging in his eye. Damn, the gashes. He put a hand to his forehead and felt the hot blood. Joey saw the blood and the empty pudding container next to Blaine. "Here," Joey handed him a bottle of apple juice and two pills. "Knock those back and we'll get the gashes cleaned up. Let's just hope they won't require stitches." Joey said to Blaine. He nodded as he was drinking the juice with his clean hand.

Once he was finished, Joey came back with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a tube of Neosporin. "Can you stand, Blaine?" He asked. Blaine tried to make himself stand. "Woah, not good, stars just appeared." He groaned.

"Great, we're going to have to this in the bathtub then. And we'll need your shirt off. Lemme help." Blaine gritted his teeth in pain as the shirt touched his nose and one of the gashes.

Joey helped his brother into the tub and made him lean against his leg as he adjusted the temperature of the water from the removable shower head. "Okay, lean your head back, Blaine. This might hurt for a bit." He washed the blood off his brother's face and tried to be as gentle as he could.

During this, Blaine was drifting in and out of consciousness. He could feel Joey's hands on his hands and chest as he cleaned off the blood. He could feel his brother slowly getting him out of the bathtub and back on to the dry and fluffy rug. Joey was saying something but he couldn't focus on the words. Blaine then wanted to go back to sleep but Joey was going to say something about alcohol and Kurt. Kurt, how the hell am I going to tell you about this… He thought.

Joey readied a cotton ball that was already soaked in alcohol. He touched to Blaine forehead and squeezed it so that the alcohol went into the wound. Blaine gritted his teeth but didn't scream. "I know it hurts! But this helps!" That medical camp I went to last summer is really helping right now. Joey thought. He finished up and put some of those clear bandages on the gashes in his face, but not the ones he just discovered on his collarbone and upper chest. Those one didn't seem to be too deep. Joey sighed in exhaustion, now it was time to see if he could get Blaine into his room and on the bed.

"Hey, wake up. Do you think you can make it to a bed to sleep in? Blaine?" Joey said softly. Blaine stirred a bit and mumbled " mmkno, not… safe… stay here." Joey sighed. "All right then, let me get the sleeping bag out." Joey unrolled his super comfy and super warm sleeping bag that Miranda brought for him when he went on the school camping trip last month when he had to go up to Minnesota for his advanced botany class. He gently slid Blaine into the bag and put the pillow under his bruised and battered head and chest. Joey got himself Blaine's not-as-nice-but-still-pretty-good sleeping bag out of his brother's closet, turned off two of the lights so that only the one farthest away from them was on. He checked on Blaine one last time and saw that he was shivering so Joey took the extra blanket and covered him with it. He wanted to go and get the thermometer out of the other bathroom but then thought of Miranda and Matthew. He had heard some nasty shouting outside the door earlier and still thinks that they still are shouting. Joey went back and locked both of the bathroom doors so that no one could get in. He slid into his own sleeping bag and nearly zonked out, but before that he said so quietly that he didn't think Blaine could hear him, "Blaine, I love you so much. Good night." And went to sleep.

But Blaine did hear. And he smiled at his Joe-shmoe.