CHAPTER 7

By Klainer0801

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Kurt jumped as his phone vibrated with an incoming call. He was about to have a fit at his dad for making him jump… until he saw the caller ID: Blaine Anderson.

"Hello?"

"Kurt? Listen, I had to run. Don't get thinking badly of me, it was urgent." Blaine shouted down the phone with obvious panic in his voice.

"Blaine what's going on? What's this all about?" Kurt said clearly down the phone, trying to get Blaine to calm down. He held the phone down to his neck with his ear so he could hear while trying to get changed.

"Nothing. Urrh I'll tell you later Kurt, I'm here now." Blaine said, the terror in his voice rising, before quickly hanging up. Kurt heard a deep shout from a man from Blaine's side before the phonecall cut off. He couldn't hear what had been said but he knew it wasn't good.

'Here?' thought Kurt, 'Where the hell was Blaine?' He shoved his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, grabbed his car keys and ran out the front door.

Kurt had no idea where he was going but Blaine's voice on the phone had really affected Kurt. What sort of trouble had Blaine got himself into now and who the hell was the shout from? He had to find out where Blaine was; if he was in difficulty and Kurt didn't help… he hated to think of it.

Turning his keys in the ignition, Kurt pulled out his phone again. He left his dad a quick message saying he was going out, but not giving any details, knowing his Dad would be extremely angry and not let Kurt go after Blaine. As it was a Saturday he didn't need to inform anyone else. Kurt scrolled through Blaine's received messages on his phone, trying to think of any place he could have gone.

Texts lead him to places such as school, the coffee shop, the garage, the park… nowhere of significance. Kurt knew it was hopeless; how the hell was he meant to know where Blaine was with nothing to go on? He looked for a whole 20 minutes before any inspiration came.

He remembered Rachel telling him one day that she had seen Blaine walking into his house and was questioning Kurt about whether Blaine's family were wealthy or not. His stroke of genius astounded him; surely his parents would know where Blaine had gone and if not they could defiantly help. They needed to be the first people for Kurt to tell.

He dialled Rachel's number as quickly as he could and was so thankful when she picked up near enough straight away.

"Hell-"

"RACHEL! I need you to tell me quickly… where. Does. Blaine. Live." Kurt said down the phone, trying to keep slow and clear. "Rachel, hurry its urgent!"

"Kurt? What? Urrmm ok. It's the road where the West Park is, a few houses in on the left side. Number 11 I think… something like that. You better tell me what this is about later Kurt?"

Kurt sighed; it was a vague description but the best he was going to get. He thanked Rachel and promised he would inform her of the situation later, before putting his foot down on the accelerator and speeding of in search of Blaine's house.

Kurt found the right street pretty much straight away. He usually came down to West Park when he needed a break from his own humdrum way of life. The atmosphere was so grand and there wasn't a person in sight who wasn't wearing the most fashionable clothing; Rachel was right to ask about Blaine's family wealth. The people who lived around West Park were extremely rich and they liked to show it by leaving their new sports cars lined up on the drive of their beautiful detached house complete with a garden and fountain.

Kurt felt extremely intimidated driving down the road in his broken and battered car. He wished he could have his Navigator back, or at least go home to change into something a little more upper class.

Then Kurt saw Blaine's house.

Kurt knew it was the right house as a large decorative sign saying 'The Anderson's' in Gold italic writing, was hung high over the doorway. Blaine's house looked amazing. In any other situation, Kurt would have drove away, ashamed and embarrassed that he had Blaine stay in his own tiny house last night.

No. Kurt knew Blaine was in some sort of trouble. He had to help him.

Kurt parked up and pushed open his car door in a hurry, only to fall ungracefully back in his seat as he hadn't removed his seatbelt. Kurt's legs flew up into the air before he managed to scramble back up, whispering obscenities.

"Greeeat." Kurt hissed to himself as he unclicked his belt and tried again.

Kurt locked his car and ran up the drive towards the Anderson household. The run up the front door felt like it dragged for years, each step making him more worried for Blaine. Panicked and confused, Kurt reached out his hand to knock on the door.

CRASH.

Kurt stopped abruptly. The deafening noise had come from inside the house and something heavy had collided with the door in front of him. He stepped back in shock. His head was spinning with scenarios, each time one appeared even worse than the one before.

His mind flashed back to how Blaine sounded so fearful on the phone. That's what worried Kurt: Blaine was scared. Whenever Kurt had seen Blaine, he had always been confident and sure. Even the time when he was upset at school, he hadn't looked scared.

Kurt knew he shouldn't be as worried about this as he was but he had felt an instant connection with Blaine… he knew when something was wrong. Yes, Blaine was a cocky bastard and had hurt Kurt in so many ways. Maybe Kurt had been too quick to forgive him for what he'd done. And Blaine's constant arrogant comments and innuendos riled Kurt down to the bone. But after last night, when Blaine had poured his heart and feelings out to Kurt, there was no way he could drop out now. Kurt Hummel was falling for Blaine Anderson… bad.

Then Kurt had a sudden idea. Maybe this was all connected… Blaine being upset, having no place to stay, running off and sounding so panicked when he called?

Without a second thought, Kurt pushed on the door handle to Blaine's luxurious house. To his surprise it was unlocked, meaning someone had walked in recently and forgot to lock the door. As soon as Kurt stepped inside the house he wished so bad that he could turn around and run far, far away. But Kurt knew, by the sight that greeted him, this was serious. No turning back now.

"What the hell is going on?" Kurt said through an exhale of breath, not quite believing the sight that was lay before him.

Blaine was lying in a heap on the floor, arms over his head where it had obviously hit the door. He looked bruised and battered and the little pool of blood he was lying in sent a horrible chill down Kurt spine as he dropped to the floor beside him. Blaine was crying out in pain but also with desperation. He was shouting a girl's name: Aimee.

Kurt automatically knew who the girl he was calling out for was. Across the room, hiding behind the banister of the grand staircase was a little girl was dark curly locks and startling hazel eyes. Blaine had never told Kurt any of his secrets, in fact Kurt didn't know much about Blaine's personal life at all.

However, from just one look at this little girl he knew she must be Blaine's sister. She was as perfect as he was; absolutely beautiful. Their hair, eyes, smile… even the way they stood was a perfect representation of each other. Another scream of Aimee's name from Blaine brought Kurt back into reality.

Why was Blaine lying screaming at the bottom of the stairs, covered in blood? Why was he screaming out to his sister, sounding more terrified for her than for himself?

That's when Kurt saw him. A man, short and stocky in build but dressed so elegantly and with such a cutting expression, Kurt knew he must be a man of great importance and riches. The man was stood broadly, almost proudly at the top of the grand staircase leading down to Blaine's beaten and bruised body. Wait... Proudly?

Kurt could feel his eyes getting wider as he put together the scene in front of him. The man had just pushed Blaine down the stairs and Blaine was screaming for his sister to run as the man was now after her. Kurt didn't know who the hell this man was but he looked terrifying. Kurt was just about to ring the police when he heard Blaine scream out again, this time at the man now descending the stairs.

"DAD YOU LEAVE AIMEE ALONE! I SWEAR, LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE OR I WILL KILL YOU! GET AWAY FROM HER!" Blaine screamed up at his father while scrambling to his feet. He ran and picked up his sister in one arm while his other hand held the bleeding area on his head. As he turned towards the door, he noticed Kurt for the first time since he'd arrived.

"KURT! Get the fuck out of here! What the hell are you doing?"

Kurt stood and gaped at Blaine with his crying little sister held tightly to his side. He couldn't get any words or sentences to come from his mouth. He wanted to do something to help, but had no idea what he could do. He had come here to ask Blaine's parents about Blaine's where abouts and was now going to leave there with the knowledge that Blaine's father actually pushed his son down the stairs. He took that moment to recognise how much he loved his own dad for always being there to support him through everything.

"So this is the fag eh? The one you've been mentioning? Well well well…"

It all happened so fast. A firm grip was placed around his upper arm but before Kurt could see who had grabbed him, Blaine's fist flew straight into the man's face. Kurt turned around to see Blaine's father lying unconscious on the floor.

"We need to get out of here Kurt… I'll explain in the car. Come on."

Blaine took Kurt's hand and dragged him towards Kurt's car parked outside, without a glance back to his father. He placed his sister n the backseat before joining Kurt in the front. Blaine sighed deeply and placed his head in his hands, more troubled than Kurt had ever seen him – so different to the cocky bad boy he knew.

The three of them sat in the car in silence for a long time, only interrupted by the quiet sobs off Aimee in the backseat. Kurt had to break the awkwardness, he needed answers.

"Blaine, is that why-"

"Just – Just drive."

Kurt didn't need telling twice. He brought his foot to the accelerator and drove as quickly as he could back in the direction of his own safe haven of a home.

Kurt, Blaine, Aimee and Burt all sat in the Hummel living room, a very strange atmosphere occupying the silence. Kurt and Burt exchanged worried looks as they watched the other pair in front of them. Blaine was holding an icepack to his head, eyes closed and taking deep breaths to calm himself while his sister looked on, petite and frightened.

Kurt was pretty traumatised himself, he had no idea what had just happened, although he had a pretty good suggestion. He was the one who spoke out first, startling everyone.

"Blaine, I need you to be honest now. What happened just before I walked in? I don't need all the details but we need to know." Kurt said stretching a hand out to place on Blaine's knee.

Blaine opened his eyes and simply stared at Kurt's hand. Kurt didn't say a word he just waited for Blaine's reply.

"My dad- he threw me… down the stairs" Blaine said hesitantly and shuddered before continuing "he beat me upstairs before he heard Aimee screaming, that's when he pushed me."

Burt leaned forward to bring himself closer to Blaine. He had only met Blaine once and they had been put off to a bad start. But he knew he had to help the kid after what Kurt had told him he had walked in on. He spoke to Blaine "Look at me kid."

Blaine looked up and Kurt could see the pain and fear in the boy's eyes. Something was terribly wrong.

Burt spoke again "Has something like this ever happened before?"

Blaine's defensive barrier was up again. Kurt knew Blaine would never talk to Kurt's dad about his troubles but he was the only adult that could help right now. Blaine scowled across at Burt before leaning back in the chair. "I don't think that's any of your fucking business is it."

"Now listen! I'm try-" Burt started before being interrupted by Aimee.

She had been listening to every word intensely and now seemed to sense Blaine's stress. "Daddy beats Blainey all the time. He calls him horrible names and hits him and there's always blood. There's not meant to be blood is there? Its… not nice." It was then the little girl burst into tears.

Blaine wrapped his arm around his little sister. He comforted her but made no reaction to the fact she had just admitted that his dad abused him. He didn't say anything and didn't look as if he was comfortable in the conversation at all.

"Blaine, you do realise we will have to inform the police about this." Kurt said with sympathy. Why would Blaine have put up with this? No wonder he was always so arrogant and angry all the time. He jumped out of skin when Blaine stood up, grabbed his little sister by the hand and shot a glare at Kurt.

"WE don't have to do anything. Since when has it been WE? I don't need help. We've managed fine up till now haven't we! It's not even normally this bad! I DON'T NEED HELP! " Blaine shouted, gesturing to his bleeding and bruised head, before turning to leave, dragging Aimee along with him despite her cries and pleas.

Burt stood up defensively ready to jump at Blaine. Kurt tried to go after them, but nobody had time to react for what happened next…