I was not here so I wasnt able to update yesterday! Anyway, Remember when I said that there will be a surprise in this story? After this chapter, then well all know it! ANGST ahead guys! Also, please please review this story! thank you

When I arrived back home, I could tell by the lack of "the list", that my dad hadnt been home.

That was two days straight, but I wasnt really worried about him. What I was worried about was that he would come back here drunk or in a bad mood. He had left when he was angry with me and I hoped that he would stop being angry with me by the time he came back. But I knew that I was only kidding myself when I said this.

I was thinking about what Kurt had said. Everything that he had said. But I was still wondering why he was doing and saying all that he was. Why he was being so nice to me?

I was just finishing my homework when I heard a knock on the door and I went to go see just who it was.

"Kurt what the hell are you doing here?" I asked Kurt.

"Well, I thought that we could finish our project. I mean, then we dont have to worry about it for the rest of the weekend, right?"

"What about the promise you made to Puck? What happened to that?" I questioned.

"I lied, so can I come in?"

"Might as well." I moved aside so I could let Kurt come into the house. I closed the door behind him and led him to my room.

"So where is your dad?" Kurt asked, absently getting out the things that he needed from his bag.

"I dont know." I shrugged.

"So, youve been in this house all alone? Jeez, arent you scared?"

"There are scarier things than the monsters that live under your bed, Kurt."

"Why did your dad leave all of a sudden without telling you?"

"Kurt, can we please stop talking about this and just try and get this project done?" I asked.

"Sorry, I was just curious." He put his head down and went to work. No one had really asked me about my life before, but I guess no one had really cared enough to.

"Blaine, can I ask you something?" Kurt asked, momentarily looking up from the work that he had been finishing.

"Yeah, what is it Kurt?"

"When we would say anything to you, you know, like before all of this, why didnt you fight back? Every time we did something to you, you just took it; you never let us know it hurt you." He now had his full attention on me, just waiting for me to answer his question. Answer something, which seemed to puzzle him. I waited a few moments before I answered his question.

"Kurt….I guess, its one thing when youre a loner and no one pays any attention to you, but in school youre actively sought out. For doing what? For being alone, something the students themselves have done. Kurt, Im not brave. I dont even come close to being brave. I dont fight back because I know that I cant win. I give up before I even try. Thats what people call cowardice."

"Does it hurt though? All those things that people say. Does it hurt?"

"They hurt because I believe them. People I know have been calling me them all my life. I start to think that maybe theyve been right all along." I put down my pencil and look up at Kurt, who looked back at me.

"Is that why you hide away from everyone in the bathroom? Is that why you hide? Because they cant find you there?" Kurt bluntly asked me.

"Yeah, I guess youre right. How did you know I was in there?" I questioned him right back.

"I kind of guessed. I wasnt exactly sure, but it was the only place that I knew you could hear everything from."

"You wont tell anyone, will you? You wont tell Puck or Jake?" I half pleaded and half asked.

"Of course not."

"Kurt, why are you being so nice to me?" I asked him the question I wanted to be answered the most. I never got to find out the answer to that question, because just then I heard a car pull up into the driveway.

"Shit! Kurt, you have to hide!" I grabbed his arm and pulled him, so that he was standing upright.

"What? What are you talking about? Blaine?"

"Kurt, listen to me. You have to hide. My dad is home and youre not supposed to be here. Please, you have to hide!" I dragged him over to my closet and I opened the door.

"Blaine, youre freaking me out. Whats going on?"

"Kurt, please, I am begging you, okay? Just stay in here and dont make a single sound. No matter what happens, I want you to stay in here and hide." I pushed Kurt inside and made him crouch down in amongst my clothes.

"Blaine…?"

"Just, you have to trust me. Just this once, you have to promise me you wont make a sound or come out, okay?"

Kurt nodded and I squeezed his hand tightly.

"Okay, Blaine."

"Good." I gave his hand another reassuring squeeze, before I closed the closet door. I just hoped that he wouldnt make a sound or sneeze.

I laid down on my bed and pretended to be doing my homework. I heard the front door being opened and heavy footstep staggering closer and closer to my bedroom. My heart began to pound loudly in my ears.

"Blaine, who the hell owns this?" My dad held up the bag in which Kurt had brought all of his things. I had hidden Kurt, but not all of his things.

"Thats, thats mine, dad. My friend leant it to me, because I couldnt fit all of my things in my bag," I lied, as I quickly looked around the room for any more traces that someone had actually been here.

"You know what I think? I think youre a fucking liar." He threw the bag at me and I wasnt fast enough to duck out of its way. Something inside it was sharp and pointy and it struck me on my chin.

"Its true, I swear. I had to do extra homework and I couldnt fit the textbook that I needed in my bag." I got up off my bed and started to gather all the things that we had been using off the ground.

"You brought him here again didnt you? Without telling me. Youre a fucking faggot arent you?"

He pulled me up by my hair; his hands were straining each strand until they were threatening to fall out of my head.

"Im not, Im sorry." I pleaded with my Dad.

"Youve been bringing him in here and doing God knows what." He brought his mouth close to mine and I could smell the alcohol that laced his breath.

"No, I havent." I saw the closet opening just a tiny fraction and an eye pushed up against the crack. I just hoped that Kurt would keep his promise.

"This aint your fucking house! You cant bring anyone into this house without my fucking permission. Do you hear me?" He grabbed my

collar and shook me like I was some rag doll. He shook me and shook me until I felt like I had no bones at all. And then he threw me against the wall so effortlessly like I was a feather and weighed absolutely nothing.

"Stop," I whispered to myself. I looked at the closet and I just kept staring at Kurts eye. I tried to send him some sort of silent message to tell him to stay where he was.

"You think you fucking know whats best for you, huh? Bringing this person into my fucking house. You piece of trash. I should just kill you; youre so fucking worthless to anyone." He punched me in the face and my lip started to bleed. The blood made a red trail into my mouth, where it tasted metallic.

"Please stop," I whispered again, still looking at Kurts eye.

"I should just kill you and save everyone else the time. You useless piece of fucking trash. I should just fucking kill you." He slammed his fist into my stomach. One…two…three times, before punching my face again.

"Stop." I mouthed these words over and over again. It was as if I couldnt find my voice at all.

"I should just fucking leave you on the streets because all you will ever be is trash." He dug his fingers sharply into my skin.

"Sorry," I whispered, closing my eyes tightly and waiting until my dad was finished with me.

"Just fucking trash!" He punched me in the face again. One…two…three more times, until I

couldnt feel anything at all. I was just numb all over. And then everything stopped and I heard my dad leaving my room and then the house. After that, it was silence for a few moments before

I heard Kurt open the closet door.

"Blaine! Blaine? Shit." Kurt stood in front of me as I slid down the wall.

"This is why youre not allowed to come here, Kurt," I said quietly, as Kurt crouched in front of me.

"Blaine, what the hell? Are you okay? Do you need to go the hospital?" Kurt asked, clearly panicking.

I held up a finger to his lips. "Im fine Kurt."

Blood had begun to pool in my mouth. I must have bitten my tongue without my knowing. I turned my head to the side and spit out the blood. Kurt turned pale white and I swear that he nearly fainted.

"Fine? Are you kidding me? Youre hurt everywhere Blaine. Do you need anything? Ill get anything that you want, anything!"

"Trust me Kurt, Ive had much worse done to me than this. God, my head hurts," I fell forward, but Kurt caught me. His arms wrapped around my shoulders tightly, but not tight enough to hurt.

"I think you need to lie down." He helped me up off the ground and onto my bed. When he had made me as comfortable as possible he left the room. He came back with some painkillers, bandages, ice and water.

"Blaine, you need to take these for the pain." He lifted my head up slightly and helped me take the pills with some water.

"Dont be scared or anything when I do this, okay? Tell me if Im hurting you." Kurt slipped my shirt over my head and I winced when he accidentally bumped his hand on one of my bruises.

"Sorry." He put some ice on each of my bruises. The ice was cool against my skin and I could tell that it was quickly melting. He used my shirt as a cloth and he soaked it in water. Using the now wet shirt, he started to wipe away the blood that was on my face.

"Better?" He asked me after he had gone and gotten more ice for my bruises.

"Yeah, thanks. You didnt really need to do that, you know."

"But I wanted to do it. God, I was so so scared Blaine. He just kept on hurting you and hitting you. Then you closed your eyes and for a second, I thought that you were dead." Kurt kneeled on the side of my bed and softly put his hand over mine.

"Kurt, why were you so scared? Im fine. Itll take more than that to kill me. Dont you worry about that." I turned my hand over and laced my fingers with his.

"I wasnt even allowed to come out of the closet to help you, because I promised. God, I felt so useless! Why does he hurt you, Blaine? How can he do that to you?"

"I dont know." I shrugged.

"But you didnt do anything wrong. This is all my fault. If I hadnt come, then this wouldnt have happened. God! I am such an idiot."

"It wouldve happened even if you hadnt come over. Its been happening since my mum left. My dad just genuinely hates me for some reason."

"Shit. You mean that this has been going on for years? Why didnt you tell anyone Blaine? No one deserves this. No one!" Kurts face scrunched up in anger.

"Maybe I deserve it."

"What did you do to deserve this? What did you do?" Kurt questioned me angrily.

"What did I do to deserve all the shit I got at school?" I questioned him right back.

"I dont know, okay? Im sorry Blaine. Its just that…well, it was easy. You were probably the easiest person we could do anything to, without us feeling bad about it."

"So everyone thought that just because it was easy, they also thought that it was right?" It was my turn to get angry.

"Well, I guess none of us thought it was actually hurting you. You know that cruelty is always fun until you begin to realize someone is getting hurt."

"I guess you havent grown a conscience yet," I stated.

"Guess not."

"Kurt, why are you doing all of this for me? Why are you being so nice?"

"Because I saw this." He slipped his hand beneath my pillow, being careful not to hurt me and pulled out the photo.

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