Disclaimer: AGAIN! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS OF GLEE. Ryan and Fox still own them.

Blaine ran across the street to Mrs. Spencer's and knocked on the door quickly. She answered the door to Blaine holding his nose watching behind him making sure his father didn't follow him there. “Dear, what's wrong? Honey, you're bleeding. What happened?” She asked pulling him inside the house.

“My dad started yelling again. And I shot my mouth off, again.” He sat down on the couch. “ So he smacked me.”

Amelia headed straight for her phone. “You're either staying here or I'm driving you to Lima tonight.”

“No! I don't want Kurt to know about this.” Blaine shouted. “He'll worry too much and his dad. I mean Burt's always been like a second father to me I don't want to scare him.” He told her.

“Honey, that nose of yours is broken. I'm calling the cops.”

“Please don't.” He grabbed her arm.

“Honey, do you understand the severity of this? Your father just hit you and, more than likely, broke your nose. That is abuse in my book.”

“Kurt.”

“Right now I'm more concerned about Blaine. I'm calling the police even though I'm sure your father will pay his way out of everything and then I'm calling Kurt. I'm driving you up there tonight and you're staying.” Mrs. Spencer said sternly. “You really have no say in the matter.”

“Can I call Kurt?” He asked softly.

“Hey. I wasn't expecting a phone call from you tonight.” Kurt said after answering the phone. It was silent. “Blaine? Blaine, you're scaring me. Please say something.”

“You think your parents would mind if I stayed there this weekend?” He asked quietly knowing Mrs. Spencer was on the phone with the police.

“No. Why are you whispering?” Kurt asked.

“Um, Mrs. Spencer is on the phone with the cops.” He explained.

“Cops! Blaine, what is going on?” Kurt asked more forcefully.

“Some stuff went down tonight. I just need to be with you.” Blaine said.

“How long are you going to be? Do you want me to drive down there?” Kurt asked.

“I don't know how long. But, no, don't come here. It might make everything worse.”

Several minutes later Blaine was still on the phone with Kurt when the police showed up outside of Mrs. Spencer's house.

“Kurt, the cops are here. Please stay on the line.”

“I'm right here.” Kurt said to him.

“Mr. Anderson, please come outside.” One of the officers said to him.

Blaine walked slowly outside. Vivian ran quickly to Blaine hugging him tightly. Blaine tried his hardest to get his mother off of him. “What happened?” The officer asked.

“I don't know officer. Blaine ran into a wall and then out of the house.”

“What?!” Blaine yelled into his phone. He took the phone from his ear. “No, you hit me and I ran out.” Blaine shouted at his father.

“I would never hit you, son.” George lied.

“Bull shit!” Mrs. Spencer yelled from behind Blaine.

“Mrs. Spencer, please.” The officer addressed her.

“Blaine, did you father honestly hit you?” The officer asked.

“Yes, I wouldn't lie about this. He's been an asshole since he found out I'm gay.”

George looked down at Blaine's phone and saw he was on a call with Kurt. He quickly snatched Blaine's phone from his hand. “Give me that.” Blaine went after it.

“It's mine. I pay for it. You're not gonna talk to your little friend anymore. I'm going to need your car keys also.”

The officer in charge guided George away from the scene. “Look George, I know you're a good man. I know you wouldn't lay a hand on your son. But for now I'm gonna take you to the station and leave Blaine with Amelia.”

“I understand. I love my son. I would never hurt him or treat him like he says I am.” They both walked back over to the rest of the group. “Your keys, please.” George held out his hand.

“They're in the house next to the couch that Kurt and I made sweet passionate love on Sunday afternoon.” Blaine said. He looked down noticing Kurt was still on the line. “Kurt, hang up.” As soon as he said it the line went dead. “Officer, can I go somewhere else tonight? Where I feel safer.” Blaine asked looking at his parents.

“Where?” The officer asked.

“Up to Lima to my boyfriend's house. His dad has been like a father to me since I was a kid. Please.” Blaine pleaded.

“I don't see why not. How are you going to get there?”

“Um, Mrs. Spencer and when I need to get back to school at Dalton Kurt will bring me back.” Blaine explained.

“Alright. George, come with us. Vivian, follow us to the station.” The officer said before turning around to his car.

“They aren't going to do a damn thing.” Amelia stated after they were out of ear shot. “Go inside and call Kurt; tell him we are on our way.” She told him.

Blaine did as he was told and called Kurt. He didn't tell him what happened, but he just got into the car and rode with Amelia up to Lima. It was after 10 when they finally pulled into Kurt's driveway. Kurt saw the car and ran outside to meet Blaine. “Are you okay?” He asked hugging Blaine as tight as possibly could.

“I'm fine.” Blaine said.

Kurt pulled away and saw his face. “What happened?”

“I'll tell you inside.” He said. Blaine turned back to Mrs. Spencer. “Thank you for driving me up here since my dad took my keys and my phone.”

“Anytime, dear. Just give me a holler whenever you need it.” She told him.

“B, go inside and find Carole. She'll help out with your nose and eye.” Kurt told him. Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek and headed inside. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Spencer.”

“Make sure he sleeps tonight and takes care of that nose. He said your dad is a little protective?” She asked hoping Blaine was telling her the truth. She wanted someone who could truly protect him with him that night.

“Yeah, I don't know how he's going to react when he finds out.” Suddenly the front door slammed shut and Burt was rushing out of the house followed closely by Finn. “That's how. Dad! Don't!” Kurt ran over to his dad.

“That man hurt Blaine, Kurt!” Burt bellowed.

“Killing him isn't going to help.”

“He won't hurt Blaine anymore.”

“Kurt, this is your boyfriend.” Finn interjected.

“I know. And I don't want him hurt any more than you do. Of course, I want to see George Anderson's head turning on a spit, but it will only make things worse.” Kurt told them. “Just go back inside.” Burt reluctantly listened to his son knowing he was right. “Thank you again, Mrs. Spencer.”

“Anytime sweetheart.” She got into her car and drove away.

Kurt walked back into the house. Carole was inspecting Blaine's nose and eye in the kitchen while Burt and Finn watched from the sink. “How's the patient?” Kurt asked walking in the room.

“I'm fine really.” Blaine stated trying to get out of Carole's grasp.

“No, you're not. Hold still.” Carole went back to inspecting his eye.

“Can I give my boyfriend a kiss?” Blaine asked gesturing towards Kurt.

“No.” Burt said. “My little boy isn't kissing anyone in front of me.” He said to Blaine. Blaine chuckled a little.

After a few more minutes of inspection Carole finally let go of Blaine. Before she could speak Blaine launched himself to Kurt connecting their lips together. Burt walked over and pried them apart. “Lips to yourselves, boys.” He said as the boys chased each other's lips. “I'll be nice this weekend Blaine because you're hurt, but you're sleeping on the couch. Instead of the tent.”

“It's like a five star hotel.” Blaine smiled.

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” Burt said leaving the room.

Carole pulled out a soft ice pack from the freezer. “Blaine, keep this on your eye.” She grabbed Finn and they started to leave the room. Blaine took it off as soon as they left. “I mean it, Blaine.”

“How did she know?”

“She's a mom.” Kurt laughed. “Do you want to talk about it or just watch a movie with some popcorn and lay on the couch?” Kurt asked.

“Right this second I want to kiss you.” Blaine smiled.

“What are you waiting for?” Blaine quickly pressed his lips to Kurt's. “I love you.” Kurt said as Blaine pulled away. “I'm so glad you're okay.”

“For the most part.” He put the ice back on his eye. “Can we go sit down?”

“Of course.” Kurt took hold of Blaine's free hand and led him to the living room. Kurt sat down and Blaine laid down and rested his head in Kurt's lap while the ice pack laid on his face.

“This is so cold.” He said.

“Take it off for a few minutes.” Kurt suggested.

Blaine took the ice pack off his eye and set it on the coffee table. “Kurt, I really just don't know what to do.”

“You don't have to talk about it tonight, Blaine.”

“No, I want to.” Kurt rested his hand on Blaine's chest. “I got home and had dinner with Mrs. Spencer. When I went home I was attacked by my dad. Not like physically. My mouth went off again about last weekend.” Blaine saw the hurt look on Kurt's face. “That was the very last time. I swear.”

“Who else could you tell?” Kurt asked.

“Your dad.” Blaine smiled.

“He'd kill you.” Kurt chuckled. “Blaine, you need to stop doing that. Us being together is just for us and if you must say something. I'd prefer if you didn't say it was just sex. Because I love you and it's so much more for me.”

Blaine quickly sat up to look Kurt in the eye. “Kurt, it's so so so so much more than just sex for me too. I'm hopelessly in love with you. Every time you and I are together in that way it's love. It will always be love. I swear on my Dalton Academy blazer that I will never refer to our intimate relationship again. And if I must I will tell whoever it is that I love you more than anything in this world and that our relationship is pure love.”

“I love you so much.” Kurt told him.

“I'm so sorry I ever said to anyone that it was just sex.” Blaine kissed Kurt. “Speaking of sex.”

“Not a chance. You're injured and my dad is in the house.”

“Where's that tent your dad was talking about?” Blaine said looking around.

“You said that you didn't want to risk castration.” Kurt laughed.

“That's right.” Blaine laid back down on Kurt's lap. “Carole said my nose is broken. She doesn't think it will need to be set, but she's taking me in for an x-ray tomorrow after breakfast. You should come.”

“Of course.” Kurt started to rub Blaine's chest.

Burt walked into the room and sat down in the chair next to the couch. Blaine started to sit up. “Lay back down, Anderson.” Blaine put his head back into Kurt's lap and ice pack on his face.

“Thanks for letting me stay here, Mr. Hummel.” Blaine said not moving.

“Anytime, Blaine. We just want you to be safe.” Burt told him.

“I'll be your chauffer.” Kurt said to him.

“What an hot chauffer I got myself.” Burt cleared his throat across the room. “Sorry, very handsome.” Blaine touched Kurt's face. Kurt smiled at him.

“This is getting too lovey dovey for me. Goodnight boys.” Burt got up and left the room heading upstairs.

“You can sleep in my room. I'll take the couch.” Kurt told Blaine.

“I wish I could sleep next to you.” Blaine took the ice pack off his eye.

“Oh my gosh, Blaine, your eye is so dark.” Kurt said lightly touching around Blaine's eye. Blaine flinched at the sudden pressure being applied. “Oh sorry.” Kurt said quickly removing his hand.

“You're fine. Just wasn't expecting you to touch it.” Blaine sat up so he could look straight into Kurt's eyes. “Does it look that bad?”

“No. You're still as handsome as ever.” Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt.

The kiss started to heat up and Kurt started to lay down while Blaine hovered over him. Blaine's tongue quickly entered Kurt's mouth. “Blaine your nose.” Kurt said as Blaine started to kiss down his neck.

“I'll push passed the pain.” Blaine said connecting himself to the spot that drove Kurt crazy. Blaine sucked on his neck for just a second more before Kurt was undeniably hard.

“Blaine, my dad.” Blaine jumped and started searching the room for Burt. “Let's not.”

“Fine. You win.” Blaine sat up on the couch.

“Of course I think Carole would yell at you more for not having the ice on your face.” Kurt laughed.

“I'm more worried about your dad catching me with…well you know.” Blaine smiled at him.

“Stop. Come on let's go to bed.” Kurt said pulling Blaine towards his room.

“Not a chance.” Blaine pulled away.

“You need to change. You can't sleep in your clothes.” Kurt took Blaine's wrist and dragged him upstairs.

Blaine entered Kurt's room hesitantly. He thought Burt may be watching. “Come on.” Kurt hollered at him. “He's not gonna do anything. He knows what we do together. He doesn't like it, but he knows.” Kurt took out a pair of sleeping pants for him and set them on the bed. “Change.” He stated.

“Yes, sir.” Blaine cracked a cheeky grin.

“Knock it off.” Kurt went back to complete his skin care ritual before coming out to see Blaine snuggled in his bed. Kurt headed for his door to go down stairs and sleep on the couch.

“Where are you going?” Blaine asked from Kurt's bed.

“Downstairs to the couch.” Kurt explained.

“No.” Blaine crawled out of Kurt's bed and walked over to Kurt and hugged him. “Just for a little while.”

Kurt knew it was a bad idea to curl up in bed with Blaine, but looking at his sad puppy eyes he couldn't say ‘no'. Blaine had been through a lot that night. “Just for an hour.” Kurt said as Blaine pulled him back to the bed.

After they laid down it took only minutes for them both to fall fast asleep.

Around two in the morning Kurt was shocked awake by Blaine kicking and screaming in his sleep. “NO! Leave him alone! Let me go!” He kept repeating. Blaine's legs were flailing around under the blankets and his fists were flying through the air.

“Blaine.” Kurt said. “Blaine, wake up.” He tried to shake him awake dodging Blaine's swinging limbs.

Finally Blaine sprung awake. “Kurt!” He yelled.

“Hey, hey, honey, I'm right here.” Kurt said placing his hand on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine swung around and hugged Kurt tightly. “You're okay. I'm right here.”

“Don't leave me.” Blaine cried into his shoulder.

“Never.”

“Please, just hold me.” Blaine began to sob into his shoulder. “Why?”

“Why what?” Kurt asked.

“How could a parent treat their child like this?” Blaine asked him.

“I wish I had an answer for you.” Kurt said hugging him tighter. “I'm never letting you go.”

“Don't let them take me back there. I don't even want to go back to Dalton.” Blaine said.

“My dad won't let them take you anywhere.” Kurt assured him.

Kurt gently laid back down with his arms wrapped tightly around Blaine. He knew in the morning he would be in a massive amount of trouble for sleeping in the bed with Blaine, but he didn't care. The door was open; they both had their clothes on. Blaine just needed Kurt there to hold him through the night.

A couple of hours later Carole had gotten up to grab a glass of water and noticed Kurt's door open. ‘He doesn't sleep with his door open.' She thought to herself. She walked over to see if anyone was in the room.

She saw Kurt and Blaine wrapped around each other on the bed. She knew that if Burt caught them he would be furious, but she couldn't wake them up. Burt knew what Blaine was going through. So Carole quietly closed the door to Kurt's room and headed downstairs.

The next morning Carole let the boys sleep in as long as needed knowing Blaine might have had a rough night. Burt was curiously looking around the house for Kurt and Blaine, but avoided Kurt's room knowing they were probably in there.

Around eleven o'clock both boys came sleepily down the stairs. “Good morning.” Carole said as they entered the kitchen. “Would you two like some breakfast?” She asked very chipper.

“Just some eggs?” Kurt said getting into the refrigerator to get some orange juice. He shook the carton in Blaine's direction asking if he wanted any.

“No, thank you.”

“You need something.” Kurt argued.

“I'm fine really.”

“Sit down. Pancakes and bacon it is.” Carole ordered Blaine.

“Enjoy it, Blaine. I don't get it anymore.” Burt said. Blaine flinched at Burt saying his name. He was afraid of the worst after coming downstairs with Kurt that morning. “Calm down, Anderson. I'm not gonna kill you.” Burt told him noticing how tense Blaine was sitting in a close proximity to Burt.

“I'm sorry I broke my promise.” Blaine told him.

“It's okay, kid. I get it.” Burt told him. “We heard you in the middle of the night. I'll let it slide this time.” Burt smiled at him.

Blaine immediately relaxed. “Thank you all for the hospitality. I know barging in here last night wasn't your ideal Friday night.”

“Not under these circumstances.” Carole said pouring the pancake batter onto the griddle. She finished making their breakfast and watched the boys eat. “Hurry and get around. We are going to go to the hospital to look at that nose of yours.” Both boys left the room and headed upstairs. “Have you heard from Amelia?” Carole asked Burt.

“She said last night George Anderson and his wife Vivian got back to their house last night.” Burt said angrily. “I don't understand how a check can make everything go away.”

“That's how the world works these days, Burt.” Carole said starting to put the dishes in the dishwasher.

“She said he's fighting to get Blaine back there. I really don't want to let him out of the house.” Burt said. “That kid has been like a son to me. Like I said he spent most of his time at our place while in New York.” He explained. “Seeing him hurt like that; knowing George did it. It really amazes me they always seemed like good people.”

“A smile can be the biggest lie, honey.” Carole said walking over to him and sitting next to him at the table. “We will make sure he is safe.”

“What if we take custody?”

“Burt, I'm more than willing the only thing is if they let him out last night there is no way they are going to grant us custody just by what Blaine says. Not with his dad's wallet around.” Carole told him. “We'll figure something out I promise. He won't get hurt again.”

Kurt and Blaine walked back into the kitchen. “Ready.” Kurt said.

“Alright.” Carole handed Kurt the car keys. “Go start it for me.” Kurt and Blaine left the house and started the car. “He'll stay safe.” Carole kissed Burt and followed the boys.

Kurt and Blaine got into the backseat of the car and cuddled together next to the left door. Carole got into the driver's seat. “Hands to yourselves boys.” She said as Burt came running out of the house. He got into the car. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“Going with you. Blaine, other side of the car.”

“Leave them alone.” Carole snapped at him. Blaine slid over just a little. “But you two do need seatbelts please.” Kurt used the left one and Blaine strapped himself in the middle before he snuggled back into Kurt's chest. Kurt lightly rubbed Blaine's back as they drove to the hospital to get Blaine x-rayed. Luckily, Carole was a nurse there and could pull some strings so Blaine wouldn't have to talk about the previous night and they could just get him in and out.

They finally got to the hospital and Blaine was fast asleep in Kurt's arms in the backseat. “Blaine. Wake up.”

Blaine slowly sat up stretching out of Kurt's embrace. “Where am I?” He asked very confused.

“The hospital.”

“I was hoping that was a dream.” He said just before he kissed Kurt.

“I believe I said lips to yourselves last night.” He said.

“That continues into today?” Blaine asked with a small smirk on his face.

“It continues until they day I die, Anderson.” He said to him. “Let's go.”

The group walked into the back of the hospital and went straight to the employee lounge. Carole brought in some paperwork and had Blaine fill it out. “I don't know half of the answers to these questions.” He told Kurt.

“Just answer what you know.” He told him.

As Blaine continued to fill out the paper work he came to the question: How did the injury occur? Suddenly he could see his dream from the night and dropped the clip board. “Is that the last question?” Kurt asked him. Blaine only nodded. “I'll finish it then.” Kurt picked up the clip board and walked away from Blaine. He answered the question and gave it back to Carole.

“Follow me, Blaine.” She said. “Kurt, you've got to stay here with your dad.” Kurt sat back down and kissed Blaine before he left with Carole. “Luckily, the x-ray machine was available and we didn't have to wait.” She smiled at him. Blaine didn't say anything. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” She stopped walking.

“Yeah, I just had a really bad dream last night. I mean terrifying. My dad went after Kurt.” He told her. “Carole, I can't go back there. I can't go back to Dalton. They're paying most of Westerville.” Blaine said clutching to Carole. Carole didn't know how bad one swift smack could be to a child. She was happy she didn't know, but now that she was seeing Blaine slowly deteriorate in front of her she knew she had to do something. She couldn't let the boy go back to his parents or even to Dalton where they were paying tuition.

“We'll figure something out.” She said to him. “Let's go get that x-ray and get out of here.” She pulled away from his embrace and started walking with him to the x-ray room.

It only took a few minutes for them to return to the employee lounge after they finished. “He'll be fine. It's pretty broke, but it doesn't need to be set.” She told Kurt and Burt. “Let's get home.”

They all left the hospital. “Either of you hungry?” Burt asked the boys.

They both shook their heads ‘no' and continued to just hold each other.

They finally pulled back into the driveway of the Hummel/Hudson residence and headed into the house. “Blaine, can we speak to you please?” Burt said. Blaine and Kurt headed for the kitchen. “Just Blaine, bud.” Burt told Kurt.

Kurt reluctantly walked into the living room to sit with Finn. “What's the verdict?” Finn asked him.

“Carole said it's really broke, but he'll be fine.” Kurt told him.

“Man, what happened?” Finn asked.

“His dad doesn't like the fact that he's gay. He's even sending Blaine to therapy for it.”

“And Blaine's going?” Finn asked sounding very shocked.

“He didn't want to piss off his parents.” Kurt told him. “I really hope he stops going after this.”

“You shouldn't have stopped your dad from going last night.” Finn told him.

“What was he going to do? Uh, Finn. He could have made everything worse. Gotten arrested himself or worse ended up back in the hospital.” Kurt said firmly. “For now Blaine is safe from his father and dad is safe from himself.”

“Fine. You don't need to get snappy.” Finn said. “I just mean, you love him right?” Kurt nodded. “Don't you want to make this right? To know that Blaine is going to be okay no matter what?”

“Of course.”

“Until there is a cop that can't be bought Burt might be the only option.” Finn said and walked away.

Kurt sighed and continued to watch television until Blaine came back.

In the kitchen Burt and Carole sat on one side of the table facing Blaine. “If you want me gone just say so. I know you don't want Kurt and I to—“

“Blaine, we're not kicking you out.” Carole said.

“We just want to talk about last night and how we can assure that it doesn't happen again.” Burt explained.

“I'm only 16. If I stay here for too long; my parents can charge you for kidnapping or I can get in trouble for running away.” Blaine told them.

“We know.” Carole said. “But we've looked into it. If we can prove your father's actions we can take custody. You can file for emancipation and come live here.”

“You'd let me live here?”

“Alright, we haven't thought about the whole Kurt and Blaine being together thing through quite yet, but that is such a small detail that we really don't even care right now.” Carole said.

“Speak for yourself. No touching. No kissing. No hand holding.”

“Burt!” Carole snapped at him.

“I'm just being a dad.” Burt said throwing his hands up as if to surrender. “Most importantly, no other stuff. Got it?” He looked sternly at Blaine.

“I got it. No acting like a couple in front of you.”

“Not because I'm against being gay, but because I'm against Kurt growing up.” Burt explained.

“We know that this is going to be a very long and taxing issue to sort out.” Carole stated. “Do you have anyone that might be able to testify about your dad's actions?”

“No. Kurt hasn't even been there when it happens. I mean my mom was there, but she's on his side. And Mrs. Spencer just doesn't like them. And pretty much everyone in our neighborhood knows that.” Blaine told them.

“We'll call Child Protective Services and get a social worker on this.” Carole said.

“You really don't have to do this. I mean I can go back to Dalton and—“

“Nope.” Burt said quickly cutting him off. “Blaine, I'm not doing this for Kurt. I'm doing this because since you were six years old you've been like a second son. Even those eight years we didn't hear from you. A day never went by without thinking of you.”

Blaine could feel the water works turning on. He knew if Burt said anything more he was going to burst. He stood up and walked around to Burt hugging him tightly. “Thank you. Thank you. You are the best.” Blaine said to him.

“If you would like you can take the week off school and stay here.” Carole told him. Blaine nodded in agreement. “We will take you back next Sunday. Assuming neither of us get brought up on kidnapping charges.”

“Just call Dalton saying you're my mom and tell them that I won't be in. My parents will never know and the staff has never seen my mom.” Blaine told her.

“That should give your eye time to heal. Burt and I are headed for DC late tonight. Is that okay or would you like it if I stayed behind?” Carole asked him.

“If you wouldn't mind. I mean just for a couple extra days. I know Finn is here and he can guard the door, but…” Blaine trailed off.

“Say no more. I will fly out on Friday night. Kurt will have to take you back on Sunday.” Blaine nodded at Carole's words.

“I have no clothes. I left my bag in my car and I can't go to Dalton to get anything.”

“That sounds like a Kurt thing.” Burt smiled. “Kurt! Come in here please.” Burt hollered through the house.

Kurt quickly entered the kitchen to see the very serious tone of the conversation. “Yeah?”

“Blaine needs clothes.” He said simply.

Kurt's face lit up at the sound of that. Blaine would have his own little part of Kurt's room while he was there from now on. He loved the idea of sharing a closet with Blaine. “Alright.” He told the room. “Come on.” Kurt took hold of Blaine's hand and ran out the door.

“I'll get started on some stuff with Blaine tomorrow.” Carole told Burt. “You need to pack for DC.”

“Do you think this is actually going to work, Carole?” Burt asked her. “George Anderson can easily pay off anyone.”

“Burt, if we get to someone before he does and prove that Blaine is in a very unsafe and unhealthy living situation any reasonable person would let him live with us.” She told his hugging him from behind. “He'll be fine.” She kissed his bald head and left the room.

Burt got up and headed upstairs to finish packing for DC while Kurt and Blaine drove to the mall.

They got to the mall and headed for Kurt's favorite stores. “What was that conversation about anyways?” Kurt asked while Blaine was in the dressing room.

“This entire situation. Holy mother of…!” Blaine yelled.

“What's wrong?” Kurt jumped in front of the changing room door.

“Nothing, just hit my nose taking the shirt off.” Blaine told him.

“Do you want one of those pain killers Carole gave you? I brought a small baggy of them.” Kurt told him reaching into his front pocket to get the pills.

“No, I'm fine. Just hurt like a bitch.” Blaine said.

“You sure?” Kurt asked.

“Yes.” Blaine said walking out of the room. “So?” Blaine turned around.

“I like the jeans.” Kurt said staring at Blaine's ass.

“Do you?” Blaine said inching his butt closer to Kurt laughing.

“Stop it. Blaine.” Kurt squealed loudly.

They finally finished shopping after five stores, two snack breaks, three make-out sessions in dressing rooms, and one pain killer.

Because of the pain killer's strength Blaine fell asleep on the short drive home. Kurt pulled in the drive and slowly woke Blaine up. Blaine went straight to Kurt's bed to lie down while Kurt took the tags off and put the clothes in the laundry pile.

Blaine slept most of the rest of the day while Kurt did his laundry and put his clothes into his closet.

Just as Kurt was finishing putting the clothes away Blaine was starting to wake up. “Morning.” Kurt said with a smile.

“Is it morning already?”

“No, it's eight o'clock, silly.” Kurt leaned on the bed to kiss Blaine. Kurt was starting to crawl up on the bed when his dad knocked on the door.

“I'm leaving.”

“He just knows doesn't he?” Blaine asked quietly.

“I guess.” Kurt laughed. He got up to open the door. “Bye dad.”

“See you on Monday.”

“Monday?” Kurt asked shocked.

“Yeah, Carole is flying out on Friday and we're spending the weekend there.” Burt explained.

“Oh.” Kurt said.

“Bye Blaine.” Burt said waving at Blaine sitting on the bed.

Blaine quickly got up and ran to hug Burt. “Bye dad!” He yelled. Kurt started to laugh and Burt just smiled. Blaine pulled away seeing Burt's large smile. “Thank you for everything.”

“Anytime, kid.”

“Does this mean we can both sleep in here tonight?” Blaine asked with a smile on his face.

“Don't push it, Anderson.” Burt said letting go of Blaine. “See you later.” Burt walked away and Kurt shut the door. “Door open!”

“We weren't even doing anything!” Blaine hollered back.

“Blaine!”

Kurt opened the door and sat down on the bed. “He'll be gone in a few minutes.”

“So am I gonna be able to sleep in here tonight?” Blaine asked curling up next to Kurt.

“Don't know. Carole doesn't seem to have a problem. Quinn and Finn fall asleep in his room together all the time and last year Quinn got pregnant.” Blaine was shocked. “Not Finn's. Puck's. Rachel's mom adopted the baby.” He explained like it was nothing.

“Wow. Okay.” Blaine said still a little confused. “Wait I thought Rachel had two gay dads and she didn't have a relationship with her mom or know her?”

“She does. And she doesn't'. Her mom was a surrogate.” Blaine looked at him confused again. “It's easier if you don't think about it. If you knew everything that happened the last two years in my life you're head would hurt. It's all just too confusing.”

“I want to know.” Blaine said resting his head on Kurt's shoulder.

“Um, where to start?” Kurt laughed. “So let's start with my first serious crush, on Finn.”

Blaine burst with laughter. “What? You're joking?”

“I'm not. Not the best part. You've seen how I dress. I somehow managed to convince Mercedes that I had a huge crush on Rachel so she wouldn't want to date me. I told her Rachel because I didn't want her to know I'm gay.” Blaine continued to laugh. “Don't make fun. It was a hard time in my life okay.”

“Kurt, you really just said that you had a crush on your step-brother but told your best friend that you like the girl you can't stand most of the time to get out of dating her.” Blaine looked at him.

“Okay, it is kind of funny now.” Kurt laughed. “What about you?”

“Nothing really. I was pretty normal and didn't have crushes on siblings.”

“In my defense he wasn't my step-brother at the time.” Kurt interjected.

“Alright.” Blaine kissed his chest. “Just hung out with my friends. We get a little trouble now and then.”

“Like what?” Kurt asked.

“We might have egged the headmaster's car when he cut the Warbler's performance at the back-to-school assembly last year.”

“Am I dating a bad boy?” Kurt asked.

“No, I broke when we were questioned. I felt so horrible I washed his car for a month. Every Saturday.” He chuckled.

“That's sad.”

“Don't judge.”

“What are you gonna do Monday while I'm at school?” Kurt asked him.

“Probably go talk to a social worker with Carole. I don't know exactly.” Blaine said drawing circles on Kurt's chest with his finger.

“Social worker?” Kurt was very confused.

Blaine remembered that he never actually told Kurt about the conversation he had with his parents that afternoon. “Yeah, um, your parents are gonna try to get me out of my parents' house and up here.”

“Really?” Kurt sounded shocked although he knew his dad would do anything to keep Blaine safe.“What do you have to do?”

“I'm not sure.” Blaine looked at the clock on Kurt's wall. “I'm thinking it's bedtime. That drug is still in my system a little.”

“Alright.” Kurt got up to get their pajamas.

“Did Carole call Dalton?” Blaine asked taking his pajamas from Kurt.

“I think so. I heard her talking to someone earlier before my dad left.” Kurt said taking off his clothes. “Blaine, stop staring.”

“I can't help it. Stop being so damn perfect.” Blaine said taking hold of Kurt's hips and kissing his neck from behind. Kurt wiggled to get out of Blaine's grip but failed when Blaine hit that spot on his neck.

“I really don't this is wise. The door is open.” Kurt said looked across the room at the open door.

“Then I'll shut it.”

“Your nose is broken.” Kurt said walking away. “I'll sleep in here but we have to be careful and no messing around.” Kurt said with authority.

They both crawled into bed. Blaine snuggled up into Kurt's chest and closed his eyes slowly. Kurt only stared at him while he slept soundly on his chest.

Kurt never took the time to study Blaine as he slept. He snored a little and his mouth was open just a tad. He loved Blaine without all of the hair gel. He loved the way Blaine inhaled very slowly but exhaled rapidly.

Kurt took in all of these little detail about Blaine and closed his eyes thinking about how lucky he was to have this man in his life. He would have never thought he would get this lucky so soon in his life. He could see spending the rest of his life with Blaine. He planned on spending the rest of his life with Blaine. This was it for him.

The next morning Blaine looked far too peaceful to wake up. Kurt slowly untangled himself from Blaine and noticed the door had been shut again. ‘Carole.' Kurt thought to himself. She's been closing the door at night. Not that Kurt minded; he was just very shocked.

That Sunday was their lazy Sunday. They had breakfast that Carole made them. They sat and watched a movie; went for a walk. Made out in the back of Kurt's car. Came home and had dinner and went to bed.

Kurt again left the door open knowing it might make people uncomfortable thinking they were doing something in the bedroom.

“So tomorrow's your meeting with the social worker?” Kurt asked waiting for Blaine to get into bed.

“Yeah. I'm a little nervous. Well, really nervous actually.” Blaine said finally getting into bed with Kurt. “I mean what if this person doesn't believe me? What if my parents find out and pay this guy off? Like everyone else.” Blaine said.

“B, you can play the ‘What if?' game all night and you'll have more questions then you could ever possibly answer.” Kurt told him as Blaine curled into Kurt's side. “So let's not think about it.” Kurt gently rubbed Blaine's arm trying to calm him down.

In the middle of the night Blaine jerked awake with sweat streaming down his face. His breathing was heavy as he quickly looked around the room.

Kurt felt the emptiness of his chest and woke up slightly. “What's wrong?” He asked half asleep.

“Nothing. Bad dream.” Blaine said still alert thinking his father was in the room getting ready to beat the living daylights out of him. “I'm gonna go get some water. Be right back.” Blaine quickly got out of bed and headed for the door. Expecting the door to be open he walked straight into it. “Mother…son of a…sweet merciful lord!”

Kurt jumped out of bed after hearing Blaine scream. “Are you okay?” Kurt noticed his nose bleeding just a little. “Come on let's get that cleaned up.”

As they walked to the bathroom Blaine said, “She should tell us she's closing the door.”

“We were asleep. She didn't want to wake up us.” Kurt said dapping at Blaine's nose. “You sure you're okay?”

“Yeah. Just hurts like none other.” Blaine told him.

“Why don't you tell me about these horrible dreams you've been having. You keep hitting me in your sleep.” Kurt suggested.

“I've been hitting you?” Blaine asked shocked and disappointed in himself. Kurt only nodded. “I'm sorry.”

“Sweetheart, you were asleep. You sounded like you were trying to defend yourself against somebody.” Kurt said to him rinsing out the washcloth he was using.

“Just my dad. I've just been dreaming about him finding me and hurting me. Finding you and hurting you. I couldn't live with myself if that happened.” Blaine said taking Kurt's hand in his own.

“It won't.” Kurt said giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. “Let's get you that water and get back to bed.” Kurt started to lead Blaine out of the bathroom. “Careful there's a door there.” He said with a chuckle.

“Not funny.” Blaine said.

The next morning Kurt rushed off to school with Finn and Blaine stayed behind at the house with Carole. “Are you ready for this?” Carole asked him as they were getting ready to leave the house and head to Child Protective Services to speak with a woman about getting Blaine out of his house.

“I don't think I'll ever be ready.” Blaine said putting his dirty breakfast dishes in the sink. “This makes me scared for what my parents might do.”

“As long as you're here they're not going to do a damn thing, Blaine.” Carole reassured him. “Come on.”

They drove to Child Protective Services and waited for almost an hour in the lobby before a Jean Cummings came looking for them. They sat down in here office to talk. “So, Blaine, what's going on?” She asked him.

“Um…” Blaine got very quiet. He couldn't shake this feeling of his dad watching him and following Kurt just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

“Blaine?” Carole asked noticing him staring blankly out the window for several seconds. “Honey?”

Blaine snapped back to reality and saw both Carole and Jean staring at him intently. “Oh, sorry.” He apologized.

“So what's going on? I see something happened.” She said referring to his eye and nose.

“Yeah, my dad hit me and broke my nose.” He told her quietly.

“Why are you whispering? This is a safe place, Blaine.” She told him trying to sound as calm and sincere as she possibly could.

“I don't know.” Blaine kept looking around the room thinking his dad was going to burst in through the door.

“Blaine, honey, Mrs. Cummings is here to help.” Carole told him.

“What is your relation to Blaine, Mrs. Hummel?” Jean asked her.

“Well, my husband is the father of Blaine's best friend slash boyfriend. Burt is in DC right now so he asked me to help with this.” She explained.

“How long have you known Blaine and the Andersons?”

“Blaine only a couple of months and his parents and I have never met.” She told the social worker. “Burt and his son Kurt have though. The boys grew up together in New York.” She finished.

“Alright. Blaine, I know you're a little scared and nervous right now, which is completely normal for this situation, but I'm gonna need you to talk to me.” She told him.

“Um, I, uh…” Blaine started but trailed off.

“Tell me what you're scared of? You seem to be looking around waiting for someone? Kurt? Mr. Hummel? Your dad?” She knew what was terrifying Blaine sitting there after she asked the question. She knew that Blaine was waiting for his dad to show up and hit him again. “When did this start?”

“A…a couple of weeks ago.” Blaine started. “I realized I was gay a while ago, like three months when I started dating Kurt.” He continued. “I found out they didn't like gays so I hid it from them. Once they found out they changed.”

“They? You're mother too?” Jean asked him.

Blaine nodded. “They said I couldn't see Kurt anymore because he is a bad influence on me. Which isn't true. He is the kindest and sweetest person you could ever meet.” He told the room. “But they locked me up at Dalton Academy in Westerville and ordered me to come home last weekend. They had the neighbor across the street checking up on me. And started sending me to a therapist. He was snapping me with a rubber band last week while showing me photos of gay men. Granted I seem to lose my temper when this stuff comes up…” Blaine trailed off.

“But what, Blaine?” Jean asked.

“But I love Kurt. I really do. And the fact they don't like that I'm gay and are hitting me and locking up places.” Blaine went on starting to get angry.

“How did they lock you up at Dalton?”

“They called the school and told them I'm not allowed off campus.” He told her. “Didn't stop me from sneaking off. Security at Dalton isn't that great.” He said with a smirk on his face.

“What happened Friday night?” She asked.

Blaine tensed up at the thought. “I got home and had dinner with the old lady across the street, Amelia Spencer. I walked back to my house and my father attacked me verbally.” He started to explain. “He yelled asking where I'd been, I told him the truth that I was at Mrs. Spencer's, alone. My mother tried to calm him down, but I had a small smile on my face.” He continued remembering that his smile about he and Kurt making love on the couch is what set is dad off.

“Why were you smiling?” She asked.

Blaine looked at Carole not waiting to say why with her in the room. She wasn't his biological mother, but she was what he had. And she was a good second mother to him; she loved him just as much. “Um, a memory about the couch.” He said. He wasn't lying.

“What memory?” She asked him.

He once again looked at Carole. “Just say it Blaine; it's not like I don't know what you're thinking.” Carole stated.

Blaine was taken aback by this comment. “Okay, well, last weekend Kurt came over and we took the…um…next step in our relationship.” He said slowly and quietly.

“Sex?” Jean asked him. Blaine nodded. “Is this awkward for you?”

“Yes.” Blaine and Carole responded in unison.

Jean chuckled at the two of them. “Go on.” She told Blaine.

“It happened on the couch Sunday afternoon and that's why I was smiling at my angry father.” Blaine finished hoping the conversation about his and Kurt's sex life was over. “When he figured it out that's when he came at me and hit me. Then I mouthed off a little more telling him where Kurt and I…um…had sexual relations that weekend before I left the house.”

“Seems like you've got a mouth?” She stated writing something down. “Not that's that is a reason to hit your kid and break his nose though.”

“Yeah, I get it from my dad.” He confessed.

“Seems like.” She told them. “Alright. Blaine, we are going to open an investigation into this. We are determined to keep you as safe as possible.” She told them. “Unfortunately, we can't grant any custody until we know more. As far as the emancipation goes, he could file. He will need proof of stability; which I'm guessing is where the Hummel's come in.” She smiled at Carole. Carole smiled and nodded back. “I believe the best thing to do is go back to school. Stay there.”

“I don't have my car or cell phone, won't be hard to stay at Dalton.” Blaine said quietly.

“I'm hoping to put our best on this because I know the reputation of your father and I know he can pay off pretty much everyone and their brother.” She told Blaine.

Blaine knew exactly what she meant. His father had paid off most of Westerville. “Blaine, if anything, anything at all happens with your parents call me immediately, alright?”

“How? I don't have a phone.” Blaine told her.

“We'll fix that.” Carole told him. “Thank you, Mrs. Cummings for everything.”

“Call if you need anything. Blaine, you will be safe. You have my word.” Jean told him.

All three of them stood up and Jean walked them out of the building.

“So what happened in there? At the beginning?” Carole asked Blaine as they got back into the car.

“What?” Blaine asked trying to sound confused.

They both buckled their seatbelts and Carole started the car. “You looked terrified in there.”

“I've been having these dreams. They're really freaking me out.” Blaine admitted to her.

“I know. I can hear you in my room when you scream.” Carole told him. “What goes on in them?”

“My dad comes after me. He follows me and attacks then when he's done with me he goes after Kurt.” Blaine told her. “I had a hard time falling back to sleep last night because I felt like someone was watching me.”

“I'm sure Kurt was.”

“He was asleep before me the second time we laid down.”

“What were you two doing?”

“I woke up freaked out and wanted some water. Then because someone closed his door while we were sleeping I ran face first into it.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. Just shut the door when you two go bed tonight.” She told him.

“Will do.” Blaine smiled.

They stopped for food on the way back to the house.

The rest of the week was very calm. Carole took night shifts so she would be with Blaine during the day while Finn and Kurt were at school. She allowed Kurt and Blaine to sleep in the same bed with the door closed, which made the boys happy. The week had been perfect. Blaine's nose was healing well and his eye wasn't so dark any longer.

Friday finally came around. Carole was getting around to fly to DC for the weekend while Blaine sat watching TV in the living room. At 3:30 Finn and Kurt got home from school. Blaine greeted Kurt at the door with a kiss. “Alright boys, I'm headed to the airport. Do any of you need anything?” All three of them shook their heads ‘no'. “Good. There is some stuff for you in the kitchen. Have a nice weekend.”

The boys all hugged Carole ‘goodbye' and she left the house. The three of them walked into the kitchen to see three small gift bags with their names on them sitting on the counter. Inside Finn's was fifty dollars for dinner this weekend. Blaine pulled a cell phone out of his with a note saying his phone number. Kurt pulled out a house key with a note attached.

The note read:

Kurt, this is the key to my dad's old cottage. You and Blaine have somewhere to go. Where you won't be found. Be careful. And don't tell your father.

The address is 1343 S. Warner Rd., Delphos. Stay safe.

Love, Carole.

Kurt gave the note to Blaine to read. A smile came to his face just before he attached his lips to Kurt's.

“Must you two do that in the kitchen?” Finn asked getting the potato chips from the cupboard.

“I walk in on you and Quinn all the time. I don't want to hear it.” Kurt rebutted.

“Let's go.” Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear.

Kurt smiled and pulled Blaine upstairs. They threw some clothes into Kurt's suitcase and left the house quickly. Blaine entered his new phone number into Kurt's phone as they drove to the cottage.

They pulled up to this old log cabin in the middle of nowhere. It had one bedroom and barely had a kitchen. It was small and rustic. It needed a good dusting and the floors needed to be swept desperately, but it was perfect for the two of them to get away when they needed it. Kurt only smiled at Blaine. They both knew that everything was going to be okay.