Blaine pulled into the parking lot again; at least he had actually had a good night sleep. He felt a little refreshed and is stomach was starting to heal and feel a lot better. He had figured out that his body had learned to heal itself a little quicker, not like magically fast but enough so that he would feel better within a few days if he took care.

He parked into his normal spot and looked around for any sight of Kurt; he would do his best to avoid him today. He didn't want to talk about what he had seen.

Once he knew the coast was clear he grabbed his bag and jumped out of the car before locking it. He ran towards the entrance today. His head automatically looking to the floor as he entered the building.

He walked to his locker and retrieved the books that he needed for that morning, keeping an eye on his peripheral vision to make sure that no one was following him.

'So far, so good,' he thought as he started walking to his first class.

….

Kurt drove his car into the parking lot making sure that he parked a fair distance away from Blaine's; he didn't want him to know that he was following him.

He had also decided that he was going to keep his distance so that he didn't have any suspicions that he might follow him home that evening.

His idea made him feel a little like a stalker, even though it was for a good reason. He had barely talked to the kid and he couldn't stop thinking about him, he hadn't slept well last night just thinking about all of the different ways that he could have gotten the marks on his ribs.

He had come up with many theories, from him doing it to himself which was not likely, to him being abused by someone and no one deserved that, no one.

….

Blaine was glad that Kurt had decided to stay away from him, he had seen him a couple of times during the day but he hadn't paid any attention to him. Maybe he had forgotten what he had seen? Or maybe he just didn't care.

Deep down maybe he wanted Kurt to care, for someone to finally realise what was happening to him.

He walked back to his car as the final bell rang, he got into his car hesitating knowing what he was going back home to.

He started the car up and drove towards the gate, he would have stayed in the parking lot all night if he could but he knew that he would have to go back eventually. He was sure that Nathan loved him; he was the only one that would ever love him which is what Nathan told him on a regular basis.

…...

Kurt made sure that he had got let out of class early, he didn't want to miss Blaine for any reason so he had made up an excuse about how he had to leave early for a dentist appointment.

He had sat in his car waiting for Blaine to appear, when he saw him walking toward his car he turned on his engine ready to pull out so that he could driving behind him.

It took a while before he started to towards the gate which worried him a little, but when he did he was ready. He pulled out making sure that he was a couple of cars behind Blaine so he didn't see him.

It worked until they were driving on the small roads which meant they were probably near to where he lived; there weren't many cars around which meant that he just had to hang back a little. He didn't think that Blaine suspected him, and if he did he hadn't shown it.

Finally Blaine pulled into a parking space and he did the same making sure that he parked on the other side of the road and was a fair distance from where Blaine had parked.

He watched as he got out and pulled out his door key, and within a minute he'd disappeared into the house. He got out of his car and walked towards his house stopping when he got to one of his neighbours and sat down against the garden wall out of sight, he hadn't planned this far so he was going to have to wait.

…..

Blaine walked into his apartment; Nathan was sat on the couch with a beer in his hand.

"Hey," he said as he dropped his bag by the door and walked further into the apartment.

"Hi," Nathan replied not looking interested in what he had just said.

Blaine walked over and sat on the sofa next to him. "Where have you been all day?" Nathan said looking over at him taking another swig of his drink.

"I was a school, it's a school day Nate," Blaine said warily.

"Well since I wasn't here last night, I just figured that you would wait for me to come home and maybe skip school for once," he said and he could see the anger in his eyes.

Just lately anything could make him mad; even if he had made his coffee wrong he would get a beating

"Hey," Blaine greeted Nathan as he came through the front door.

"Whatever," he replied and Blaine felt himself shrink.

"Do you need a coffee? I can make you one?" Blaine said and after getting his nod of approval he started to buzz around the kitchen making it how he knew that he liked it.

He smiled as he carried it over.

"Here you go hun, hope it cheers you up," he said only getting a blank stare as the coffee was taken out of his hand.

He watched as he took his first sip. But all Nathan did was scrunch up his face.

"What the hell is this?" he yelled standing up and turning to him.

"I thought that was the way that you liked it, I've watch you make them before," Blaine said backing away slightly as the anger in his eyes.

"Well you don't know me very well at all then do you," he stood up throwing the coffee him.

Blaine screamed as the coffee burnt his skin and he fell to the ground sobbing.

"You're so useless, can't even make a coffee right!" Nathan scoffed and walked off towards the bedroom.

As soon as Blaine heard the door slam he ran to the kitchen sink trying to cool some of the places the burned the most, tears running down his face.

"I'm sorry, it didn't say in your letter that you wanted me to be here when you got home," Blaine said softly, pushing the memory out of his mind. It was like he wanted to hurt him, and it made him feel like he could never do anything right.

"It shouldn't have had to Blaine; maybe if you stop being so selfish and stop thinking about yourself them maybe you would have seen that I wanted you to be here when I got home. You know sometimes I feel like you don't know me at all, you're supposed to love me. I love you Blaine, I'm the only one who will love you so maybe you should be more grateful," Nathan snapped and Blaine looked to the floor and nodded.

"You're right I'm sorry," Blaine whispered.

"Sorry's not good enough," He yelled throwing his beer bottle across the room. It smashed against the wall the remaining liquid that had been left in the bottle sprayed across the room.

Blaine got up, walking into the kitchen. His heart was beating fast; he collected a cloth and walked into the living room again starting to clean up the shards of glass that were sprawled over the carpet.

"You're really useless aren't you?" Nathan sniggered getting up off the couch.

"Nathan, please you're drunk," Blaine said noticing all of the empty bottles that were randomly place throughout the room.

Nathan walked towards him and he rose to his feet wanting to run.

"Please, Nat-," he was cut off as a fist connected with his jaw. He fell to the ground his hand going straight to his jaw.

He hated it when he went for the face, it was harder to hide and definitely harder to explain.

"I'm going to the pub," Nathan said like nothing had just happened and walked into the kitchen grabbing another bottle of beer from the fridge.

He walked to the front door, looking at him before opening the door.

"See you later love, love you," his words slurred and then he was gone.

Tears ran down his face, he stayed kneeling on the ground.

He heard a noise and the front door opened again, he watched with intent. Had Nathan forgot something?

"Blaine?" The voice was familiar, but it wasn't Nathan.

"Kurt?" He said more tears running down his face.