When Blaine woke he had no idea where he was. He lifted his head and looked around. When he realized he was at the playground, all the memories of the day before came rushing back. He groaned and rolled onto his back. He looked up at the dark sky and let out a deep sigh. He brought his hand to his head and wiped off all the wood chips stuck to his face.

Blaine pushed him up to a seating position and groaned. The movement made his head pound with pain, forcing Blaine to squeeze his eyes shut to stop him from falling back down on to his back again. When the pounding had decreased some, Blaine slowly got on his feet. He stumbled towards the gate of the park and pulled it open. He didn't want to go home, but he didn't have anywhere else to go.

He was shivering; he looked down at his hands and noticed that they were bluish. The cold forced him to make the decision to head towards his home. While he stumbled home, he tried not to think about his parents, or about his uncle and aunt.

When he finally stood in front of his house, he sighed. His uncle's car was still parked in front of the house. He slowly made his way to the front door and turned the handle. Blaine pushed at the door but it didn't budge. Blaine started to bang on the door.

"Hey wake up, let me in" Blaine yelled. He didn't care one bit that his desperate screaming probably would wake the neighbours.

Blaine heard someone moving inside the house and then stops in front of the door. Blaine heard a few clicks and the door opened. Blaine looked up at his Uncle John's furious face.

"Where the hell did you go? I told you, you have to come and stay with us. Didn't I? And you choose to you run off? Are you that stupid?" John said outraged.

John grabbed Blaine by the arm and dragged him into the house.

"Let go of me!" Blaine said while trying to escape for his uncle's claw like grip, his fingers digging in to his arm making made outbreaks of pain shoot up his arm.

"Go upstairs and grab some things, you're coming with us whether you like it of not, Blaine!" John yelled and shoved Blaine towards the stairs.

The push combined with Blaine's frozen limps made him trip. He fell onto the stairs. He laid there staring up at his uncle. Blaine didn't want to go with them but it didn't look like his uncle was going to give him an option.

"Go! Now! What’s wrong with you?" John yelled at him.

John headed towards Blaine. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stared at Blaine with an evil frown. Blaine pulled himself up and backed away up the stairs. When he got to the top, he turned to run to his room. He collapsed on his bed and began to cry.

"Mum!" Blaine sobbed into his pillow. "Dad, why did you have to leave me?"

He cried uncontrollably, tears drenching his pillow. He felt like he may never stop crying. He tried to get control himself and he sat up and took a deep breath. Tears were still falling down his face, but taking breaths stopped him wanting to scream at the world.

Blaine dragged himself off the bed and grabbed the first bag that he could find and started filling it with clothes. After a while, he stopped and looked around his room. He wondered if he was ever going to see it again after he left with his uncle and aunt. His eyes stopped at his bed side table and he walked over there. He took all the papers laying there; it was all the lyrics he had written. He shoved them into his bag.

"Hurry up Blaine; we're leaving in five minutes!" His aunt yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

The thought of leaving made Blaine freeze of fear. He had a suspicion that when he left the house this whole horrible situation would actually become real. Despite this, and thanks to his aunt who kept screaming minutes from the bottom floor, Blaine carried on packing the various things that he needed. He put his guitar in its case and packed his hair gel. Blaine turned to his top drawer of his dresser. He opened it and looked at all of his bow ties. He took the drawer out and began to tip all of them in to another bag. There was no way he was leaving his bow ties behind.

Blaine grabbed all the bags that he had managed to pack and walked towards the door. Before he left his room he turned to look at the room he had called his his whole life. Blaine felt like crying again but managed to hold it down. He turned towards the stairs and sighed before he walked down them. When he got to the bottom of the stairs he saw his uncle and aunt slumped on the sofa. They seemed to be the only other people in the house; his other relatives must have left after he ran off last night.

"I'm ready." Blaine said wishing that this was a bad dream and he was going to wake up and laugh about it with his parents. He was going to give them a hug and tell them how much he loved them. But somehow he didn't think that was going to happen. And it became painfully clear when his uncle spoke to him.

"Go put your crap in the car!" He threw the car keys to Blaine, who couldn't catch them. John started laughing as they fell to the floor.

"You're weak!" His uncle mocked. His aunt just stared at him and laughed.

Blaine put his bags down and reached for the keys. He decided to take his bags out one by one to waste time. He could tell by his uncle's face that he knew what Blaine was doing but he didn't seem to mind as he probably wanted Blaine to live with him and much as Blaine did. After Blaine had packed all of his bags into his uncle's car he went into the house. His aunt and uncle were almost ready to go. Blaine's heart leapt from his chest at how real this was all starting to feel.

"Let's go!" his uncles said barging past Blaine towards his car.

Blaine waited for his aunt to do the same thing before he closed the door for what it felt like the last time and followed close behind. He opened the door to the back of the car and sat down putting on his seat belt.

He stared at the house that was full of his best memories. Blaine closed his eyes trying to relive some of those memories. He opened his eyes just in time to see his house slowly disappear out of sight.

"Bye mum, bye dad." Blaine whispered to himself with another flood of tears cascading down his cheeks.