Blaine hurt, his pride hurt, his heart hurt and now his feet hurt from the unholy amount of walking that he had done in the past three hours.

He couldnt stop, if he did he knew that he would find himself turning and going back. His heart ached for Kurt but he couldnt fall in love with him, doing that might strain the relationship between Kurt and his dad and he didnt want to be the reason for that. So he kept walking.

He wrapped his arms around himself trying to keep the heavy chill from getting to him, holding down his emotions as he stumbled along an empty road.

He couldnt remember the last time hed eaten and his stomach grumbled at the need for food.

Looking around he saw supermarket not far up the road. He let his arms fall from around himself and rooted in his pocket for spare change but came up with nothing.

He sighed and walked towards it anyway, he would have to do this the hard way.

He reached the door and pushed it open walking inside, it was considerable colder inside and it sent a shiver down his spine.

He looked around at the small amount of people who were wandering around the store analysing where it was safe to shove stuff into his pockets without being seen.

He walked up to the snack section and looked down picking up a couple of chocolate bars smiling politely at another customer as they walked by.

Walking to a clear area he shoved them as far into his pockets as he could, he wasnt going to go for anything else, it was too risky so he walked slowly towards the exit not looking anyone else in the eyes.

As he was nearing the exit he heard a voice behind him.

"Hey kid, I need to talk to you for a second".

He turned to see a bulky security guard staring him down.

"About what?" He replied starting to back towards the exit.

"We have CCTV in here, I just want to check your pockets," the guard said and he sighed.

Cameras! Why didnt he think of that?!

He turned ran for the exit but with the lack of food and energy he didnt get far before he felt a hand wrap around his arm yanking him backwards.

He thought about fighting but what was the use in that? He reached into his pockets and pulled out the stolen goods and passing them to the officer. The officer gave him a saddened look; he knew he was going to be arrested.

He dropped to the floor starting to sob, sobbing apologies.

"Im really sorry!" He sobbed as the guard pulled him from the floor. The guard seemed to be an actual police officer that had been stationed inside of the store.

He was led to a police car (proving his thought) and was placed in the back. The police officer ran around the front and climbed in before turning to him.

"Where do you live kid?" He said staring the car.

"Lima, are you going to arrest me?" he said wiping his eyes.

"No, but you get a warning, dont let me find you doing that again, ok?"

He nodded. "Whats your name?" The police officer continued and he hesitated.

"Blaine Anderson," he muttered figuring that he would just get himself into more trouble if he were to say a fake name.

The officer started to type into his little computer attached to the front of the car and he became nervous.

"Ok, Ive got an address, lets go," the officer said as the car pulled out.

"No wait, what address?" He panicked sitting forward.

"Youre home address".

"No, please dont take me there," he said gripping onto the metal caged bars that separated the prisoners from the cops.

"I have to, sorry," the officer said and he turned trying the door but obviously it was locked.

"Please Ill do anything, please dont take me there," he was avoiding the word home. That place wasnt his home anymore.

"Blaine, youre underage I have to take you to a parent or guardian," the officer said and he felt more tears running down his cheeks.

He was thinking about telling the officer what his dad had done to him. He would do anything not to go back.

He leaned back in his seat knowing that there wasnt anything he could do right now.

It took about an hour and a half until they were pulling outside of his house and his heart started to race.

"No, no," he squeaked looking at the front door.

"Come on kid," the officer sighed.

"No, you cant, he beats me," he said with his eyes wide with fear.

The officer rolled his eyes like he had heard it all before grabbing him by the arm, he was forcefully led to the door of his old house and the officer knocked on the door. Hed noticed that all of his furniture had been removed from the front garden.

He was hoping for a second that no one would be home but the hope was crushed when they heard shuffling from behind the door.

The door opened and his dads face came into view, his dad looked shocked at first but then his face stretched in to a smile.

"Where have you been Blaine? I was so worried about you," his dad had fake tears in his eyes and he walked from the door pulling him into a tight embrace. Though, he could feel that the embrace wasnt filled with love, but hate.

"I found him shoplifting, I have given him a warning but I hope he would be doing this again," the officer said with a nod letting go of his arm.

His dad led him into the house.

"Thank you so much for bringing him back and I promise you he wont he doing anything like this again," his dad smiled politely before shutting the door and turning to him.

They just stared at one another. Or glared should he say.

"Well done Blaine," his dad said starting to circled him and he just stayed there glued to the floor. His dad started to mock clap him.

"Just wait until hes gone and Ill leave," he said moving towards the door.

"Youre not going anywhere," he heard his dad say through clenched teeth and then a soaring pain rang through the back of his head.

He felt himself falling but the blow didnt knock him out. He hit the ground and groaned, he was dazed and he couldnt operate his body, he felt himself being lifted and he wanted to struggle to make his dad stop but there wasnt anything he could do.

He felt his had carrying him up the stairs.

"Leet ma goo," he slurred.

He was ignored and carried to the top of the stairs, at first he thought that his dad was just going to throw him down again but the he was carried into a room.

He was dropped on to the floor and he gasped, he saw his dad leaving and then a click that signified that he had locked the door.

He rolled himself over, trying to get a look at the room. It was blurred but he recognised it as his old room, it was empty and even the carpet had been ripped out leaving an uncomfortable wooden floor.

He sobbed closing his eyes, the pain in his head starting to consume him. The darkness pulling him towards it as much as he didnt want it to.

He tried to crawl towards the door but didnt get very far before he felt himself drifting into unconsciousness.

"Kurt…," Blaine whimpered before there was nothing.