"I'm not your son"

There's something you need to know about Blaine's father; he was never the image of a dad most children have. He wasn't loving or kind, but sadistic and cruel. You know when your dad first teaches you how to ride a bike? yeah?, when he taught his son Blaine it wasn't the same as what you remember about your first time. when you fell of your bike, your dad was already there by your side, making sure you were okay before encouraging you to try again. but when Blaine fell it was a hell of a lot different. Paul Anderson stood off to the side of the cycle path laughing, mocking his 5 year old son who was scrapped up from falling off his bike head first. nasty a vile language poured from his mouth like acid. causing the young child to curl in on himself and wish away the tears. "you gonna cry you fag?!" was the exact phrase Blaine remembers the most. things only became worse from then on, thing would start to get physical, and before you know it, Blaine is in the hospital with two broken ribs and the worlds worst concussion. when the 14 year old finally came out it was the darkest day of his families life. nothing could have ever prepared them for the full rage of Paul Anderson. multiple deep cuts still remaining on Blaine's back from after he was knocked out. angry red lines spelling out "FAG" in clear capitols.…and still to this day Blaine doesn't know how to ride a bike.

Now knowing this, you can tell how Blaine and his mother are feeling with this pathetic excuse for a man standing in front of them. The girls in Blaine's room all knew about Paul Anderson, they picked Blaine up at the hospital after his mother was also in the same ward, with Paul nowhere to be found. Not that they ever wanted to see him again. Since Blaine's mum Sally was transferred to mental hospital from the abuse she had witnessed for a year, the girls became Blaine's new family. They were everything to him from that moment they visited him in hospital. Santana is usually the tough assed head cheerio with a snappy and bitchy personality but as soon as she laid eyes on the bandaged and broken curly haired boy something clicked in her brain and the over protective big sister Santana came out.

"Blaine would you like him to leave? Cause I have some razor blades in my purse I won't hesitate to use!" Santana offered, being completely serious. The razor blades were a permanent object she carried around with her in case she was in a situation that needed them. Santana rose a perfectly shaped eye brow at Blaine who shook his head.

"What do you want sweetie?" Sally asked in a small whisper from behind the intruder.

"I want him to get hell out of my life" stated the boy with his fists clenched and his jaw set tightly. Brittany and Quinn took a step away from Blaine, wanting nothing more for their friend to be ok, but at the same time wanting not to get hit.

"At first I wanted to make you proud but soon realized there was no way to please you. Then I wanted to kill you when you put my mother in a mental hospital. It took her a year to get better, A YEAR! and where were you, you were meant to love her, love us" Blaine whispered brokenly at the end, he looked defeated. Brittany started to cry and Santana held her close, nobody wanted to see Blaine in the state he was in.

"I'm so sorry, I realize what I did wasn't right-"

"A LITTLE TOO LATE!" Blaine screamed, all he could see was red clouding his vision, but before he could do anything two strong arms held him close from behind.

"Please don't shout BB, I love you too much" Came the soft and sweet voice of Brittany. Blaine instantly felt guilty and turned to return the hug properly.

"I've been going to anger management, I'm on medication and I saw this guy who explained...um...homo..sexuality...I'm trying" Paul babbled from the door waqy, he looked so sad and regretful.

"I can't forgive you, I will never forgive you. But if you want to change then do it somewhere where you won't turn and lash out and me and my family, you hurt us Paul, I really don't understand why you are back here" Blaine said, desperately searching for answers in his fathers face.

"I saw a family at a park, with two gay dads. For some reason I didn't feel sickened but jealous that I'd never had that. I wanted to...talk? But I know that it won't be possible anymore"

"Please can you leave?" Blaine asked in a broken voice. There was no reply, just a nod and he turned and ran away, just like he did before.

"Hey sugar, wakey wakey" chirped an Irish voice. Smooth and warms hands came and lifted Kurt from his bed, disturbing his ever so important beauty sleep.

"Can I help you?" came the snappy sarcastic voice of Kurt Hummel that only made an appearance in closed doors. Toby only had to go on a couple of dates with Kurt before he started to come out of his shell and be himself. The bitchy side to Kurt was what Toby fell in love with, he was driven and confident, also he found it totally hot when Kurt got angry. The Irish man stuck out his tongue before attacking Kurt with little sweet kisses on the lips. Kurt eagerly returned the gesture, saving the feeling of being in his boyfriends loving warmth when he was without it. They both treasured the moments when they could be like a true couple on their own, without the constant annoyance from all of the paparazzi.

"eww! morning breath!" Kurt squealed when Toby was panting above him. The latter just snickered and gave the blue eyed boy more kiss then going to the shower.

As soon as the pair were fed and dressed an hour later they were sat in the car on there way to London to meet with the people from the BBC. They had set up a meeting with a few of the people in charge of the X factor before the first show the next day. Toby was incredibly proud of his boyfriend for deciding on doing this show, although somewhere deep down he was sad that he wasn't doing it with him. He obviously couldn't say anything though, who wants to look like a clingy looser?

"OK babe, we are here!" Toby exclaimed as he parked near the entrance to the rather large building. The other man grinned whilst bouncing up and down in his seat. Judging on one of these shows was a dream for Kurt when he was little, well, maybe going on one of those shows was what he wanted to do, but seeing fresh faced talent would be fun too! Next to the excited 6 year old Toby was laughing. "Come on crystal" He giggled opening the door for his adorable kid boyfriend.

"I get to meet Simon Cowell Toby, Simon Cowell!" Kurt exclaimed dancing around in a circle. Toby shook his head and dragged Kurt into the building where the Paparazzi were waiting.

"Kurt! KURT!"

"over here Mister Hummel"

"Look into this camera Sir"

"Perfect, now maybe put your arms round each other"

All of the camera lights and noise seemed to pull Kurt back to reality enough so he wouldn't looked like he was high. "Um...I can't sign anything because I have a meeting to go to" The young singer said calmly as he was shown into the room they were meant to be in.

"Mr Hummel, we are so happy you decided to come!" A man in a blue seat said from his chair.

"Thank you, It's a pleasure to be here"

"your very kind"

"um...thanks, I try" Kurt laughed unsurely making a couple people chuckle

"One of the reasons we decided for you to be on this years x factor was because we have come to the conclusion that there is a different side to you. How can someone so kind and gentleman like get to the top without fighting? we would like to find out" A man from the back said. He was wearing black jeans and a purple shirt. Kurt thought he recognized the man but decided that he might have seen him in a bar or something.

"Good luck with that, I have been a perfect angel so far" Kurt laughed, smirking slightly.

"Look we just think that judging someone might make people see you differently. Smythe over there just likes to get a rise out of people" The kind man from earlier assured him. Smythe huh?

"It's fine" The singer told him. After that everything went back to business. Kurt giving Toby a "help me" look from time to time. Something about that smythe guy still didn't feel right with Kurt. have I fucked him? no, I would've remembered.

There was easy conversations between all the guests in the room before a loud commotion came from outside the room. It was the other 3 judges arriving, because if your a celebrity you always have to arrive late. Kurt rolled his eyes at the celebrities behaviours, no one really wants to be waiting for ages like they had been doing.

"Oh finally they show up" Kurt mumbled to Toby, who chuckled under his breath.

"Sorry we're late, I had no idea how long doing your own make up takes" Adele laughed behind a couple of security guards. Kurt looked and noticed how her make up was put on very thickly and messily, she looked pretty enough to go without any though. Gary Barlow was the second person to come in, along with Simon Cowell, the man himself.

"Oh Kurt, hi, this is the first time we've met isn't it? wow you are very cute!" Adele said in her cockney accent Kurt knew all too well. Kurt had a few friends from that area and talked daily with a few using skype. The compliment made Kurt blush and mentally forgive her for being late.

"thank you, you too look gorgous" He told her, trying to keep his blush away. She only giggled as everyone took their seats, Toby sitting as close to Kurt as possible without sitting on top of him.

Who knew it took 2 hours to learn everything about the X factor, Kurt just thought sitting and judging would be all he had to do but he was wrong.

"So I will be very keen to see how you are tomorrow, good luck kid" Simon said on the way out to Kurt.

"Thank you" was the reply.

"Come on let's go" Toby beckoned from the doorway. Kurt skipped up to him and took his hand, ignoring the odd looks of amusements he was getting from everyone. Someone had gotten rid of the paparazzi, either that or they got bored, so Kurt and Toby were able to get to the car hassle free.

"You excited for tomorrow?" Toby asked as they started driving home.

"Yep!" Kurt exclaimed. "Adele is such a sweetie!"

"You're going to be perfect on that show babe"