The school day had finished and he wondered out into the parking lot, head down he walked towards his car. It had been a quiet day and luckily he hadn't bumped into Kurt again.

"Hey, kid wait," he heard from behind him but he ignored it thinking that they must have been calling someone else.

"Stop," the voice got louder and clearer making him turn around. He saw Kurt running towards him and his eyes widened.

'Why does he keep following me?' Blaine thought turning and walking faster back towards his car but Kurt caught up pretty quickly and sat on his car door just as he was about to unlock it.

"What do you want Kurt?" he said a little frustrated but automatically flinched backwards, he would have got a beating if he had ever talked to Nathan like that.

He looked at Kurt who was frowning; he had obviously seen the flinch.

"I just want to talk," Kurt said and he looked to the floor.

"Why? There's nothing to talk about, I'm fine," he said trying to keep the tears from surfacing.

"You don't look fine and you're hurt, what am I supposed to think?" Kurt spat back.

"Nothing, that's what you're supposed to think, why do you even care so much?" Blaine said looking to the sky thinking that it might be the only way to keep the tears from spilling down his face.

"So there is something wrong?" Kurt said.

Blaine looked to the floor, he had messed up. "No," he said trying to retract what he had said.

"Can you at least tell me your name?" Kurt asked.

Blaine scoffed. "Get off of my car Kurt," he said, he would have run to the other side but he knew that he would just stop him there to.

"No," Kurt said simply.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm. "It's Blaine now please, get off my car," he said shoving Kurt slightly trying to get his to move away from the door.

He wasn't expecting a shove back, but when it happened it sent him to the floor his arm being too weak to catch him. He had landed on his stomach with a hiss, luckily he had been able to make most of the impact go into his non damaged arm but he couldn't say that it didn't hurt.

"Damn it, why do I keep hurting you? I'm' really sorry," Kurt squeaked and rushed to him.

Blaine turned over so that he was lying on his back.

"Oh my god," he heard Kurt said and he looked down.

His shirt had come up. Blaine's eyes filled with fear and he pulled his shirt down.

'No no no no, this is not happening, this is not happening,' he thought as the pushed himself off the floor running to his car, unlocking it and jumping it. He didn't even bother to put his seat belt on he just pulled out of his parking space and sped off not looking back. He couldn't look back.

...

The kid gave him a shove, trying to get to his car. He didn't mean to push him back he just wanted to talk to him, he wanted to know why he was so closed off and never talked to anyone, he was glad that he had told him his name though, it was a start.

Blaine stumbled to the ground and hissed as he hit the floor.

"Damn it, why do I keep hurting you? I'm' really sorry," he said his voice going an octave higher than it normally was, that always happened when he got nervous.

He rushed to his side just as he turned over; he wasn't expecting what he saw.

Seeing the bluish purple bruising that lay on the boy's stomach and ribs made him feel sick, he gasped making look down.

Blaine saw what he was looking at and his eyes widened, he pulled down his shirt and jumped up running towards his car, he hadn't even put his seat belt on before he was quickly pulling out of the parking space and speeding off towards the gate.

He had been right, there was definitely something wrong.

He had wanted to chase after him but he had caused enough trouble.

But he did have an idea, he was going to bring his car with him tomorrow and follow him home after school. He had to know that this kid was safe if he ever wanted to be able to sleep again.

...

He couldn't believe that Kurt had seen him, the real him. The weak bruised and beaten little boy that he was. He probably thought that he was pathetic

Tears were running down his face, he had slowed down to the speed limit and had pulled on his seat belt now. He didn't want to be in any more trouble than he was already.

He parked outside his apartment and got out of his car, walking up to the front door. He unlocked it and walked inside.

Walking straight into the kitchen, he notices the fragments of glass that lay all over the floor. There was a note on the table.

Blaine,

Ive gone out, be back tomorrow, the house better be clean when I get home.

Na

Blaine sighed with relief more tears running down his face, at least he was going to be alone tonight.

Even though Nathan had broken the glass on purpose so that he had to clean it up, he would be alone while doing it.

He pulled the bin over to where the glass was spread out on the floor and began to pick the pieces up one by one; it would probably take longer that it normally would have due to his stomach. He needed to buy a dust pan and brush for when these incidents occurred, it would make things so much easier.

Though, if he did do that he would have to hide it somewhere where Nathan wouldn't find it, he would think that he was being lazy and looking for the easy way out of doing jobs.

He sighed, why did everything have to be so complicated?

He didn't know what he was going to do about Kurt, what if he told someone? If Nathan found out that he had told anyone about what was happening to him, then he would kill him.

Once he had done with the glass, he walked over to the sofa falling down onto it; he put his head in his hands letting a sob rise up in his throat.