He had been wrong, Kurt didnt go back to class; they just sat in the same spot enduring an awkward silence.

It must have been near the end of the school day and Kurt didnt look like he was going to move anytime soon.

He turned looking at him.

"I dont understand why youre here," he said and Kurt jumped a little but turned to look at him.

"Because I dont understand why you ran and came here of all places," Kurt said and shook his head pushing himself to his feet.

"You dont know me and you never will; so back off," he said moving towards the hole in the fence getting onto his hands and knees.

"Blaine…," Kurt said but he ignored him starting to shuffle his way back through the hole and onto the school field.

He made it through and started to walk back over the field just as the bell for the end of the day rang. Students started to flood out of the entrances to the school.

He looked over his shoulder at Kurt; he was now starting to crawl under the fence.

"Blaine!" He heard him yell but he kept walking, heading toward the school gate. He didnt know why this kid wasnt getting the message.

He heard running footsteps behind him and then a hand on his shoulder spinning him around.

"Blaine just take this," Kurt said shoving a small piece of paper into one of his jean pockets.

"Get off me!" He said shoving the boy backwards watching as he tumbled to the ground.

He turned walking towards the gate again faster this time, making sure that he didnt look back.

He wanted to feel guilty but he just wouldnt leave him alone, it made the anger build up inside him waiting for a release and he was lucky a shove was all he got.

He reached the gate and walked out of it taking the left towards home, it was the last place he wanted to be but it was better than going back late and getting a beating while his mother lazily watched on.

He put his hands in his pockets making himself look like a threat, he didnt use to be like this, he used to be weak and small but there comes a point where you have to stand up for yourself and this is how he did it, and it worked.

He blocked out everything around him and just focused on making his way home, he didnt live far from the school only a couple blocks.

He reached his house not long later and pushed open the front door before slamming it behind him. He walked further into the house noticing an eerie silence in the air.

That only meant one thing.

"What the hell kind of time do you call this?" His dad walked towards him.

"Im on time, school just finished," he muttered.

"Dont talk back to me," his dad yelled a little louder. His dad wasnt drunk, just an angry man with nowhere to put his anger but his son. His mother on the other hand was probably lying down somewhere as drunk as a skunk.

"It wasnt talking back, it was fact," he said walking towards the stairs. He was about to step on the first step when he was grabbed roughly by the arm.

"You better sort out your life out son," he spat.

"What so I dont end up like you?" He spat back.

He felt a fist connect with his lip and he fell to the ground, clutching his throbbing face.

"Get out!" His dad yelled furious.

He looked up at him shocked, he had been beaten and sent to his room many times but he had never been kicked out.

"What are you talking about?" He said pushing himself to his feet.

"Me and your mum discussed it and we want you out, youre a lazy no good son and a faggot at that!" His father yelled his words piercing his heart.

"Dad," he said hurt.

"Dont call me that, just get your shit and get out," they were his final words before he walked away leaving him on the stairs.

He ran up the stairs grabbing the first bag that he saw starting to shove items of clothing into it, he didnt have much but it was enough. He moved around the room grabbing things he thought he might need such as, his money bank which was filled with enough change to get him food for the next couple of weeks and his mobile.

He took one more look around his room before grabbing a sleeping bag that was sat by his bedroom door and walking out. He ran back down the stairs throwing his bag onto his back.

He stopped at the bottom looking towards the kitchen before dropping his sleeping bag on the bottom step; he walked to the kitchen opening the door and grabbed a plastic bag, shoving all of the food that he could find into it. He found some apples, bottles of water and a couple of bags of crisps before his dad came storming into the room.

"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled moving towards him.

He ran pushing past his dad; he raced towards the front door grabbing his sleeping bag on his journey past the stairs.

He could feel that his dad was after him, her reached the front door pulling it open. He got out but his dad lunged after him tackling him to the floor.

"Get off," he growled through clenched teeth. Trying to untangle himself from his dads grip.

Blaine tried to kick him off but it just earned him another punch to the face, he gasped and kicked his dad harder managing to make him role off him in pain. He got up and continued to run, a couple of the apples were probably as bruised as he was but at least he had them.

He ran back towards the school hoping all of the students had gone home by now.

He got there within a few minutes and ran into the gates, he ran towards the back of the field stopping at the hole in the fence.

He stared at it for a minute before getting onto his hands and knees, taking his bag off his back before squeezing it through to the other side. He did that with all of his bags before crawling through himself.

He sat against the fence breathing heavy.

"Shit!" He said to himself kicking his bag further into the forest.

He thought for a minute, he didnt have anywhere to go.

He went into his pocket pulling out the piece of paper with Kurts number on it.

"Shit," he said again putting the piece of paper back into his pocket, there was no way that he was calling him.

He stood back up and collected his bags staring further into the forest; he walked into it trying to find a place that would be good to sleep.

"This is going to be a long night," he muttered to himself.