All three men stood still and silent for several minutes. Kurt was still behind Blaine and Cooper was slowly walking towards them, flowers still in hand.

“Coop don't you dare came any closer.” Blaine was trying to sound threatening but his vocal chords were failing him. Cooper advanced him very slowly, a sly grin on his face. He stopped dead in front of Blaine so he was leaning over the his smaller brother.

“What you ganna do Blaine. You ganna make me!” Cooper let out a shaky laugh but he sneakily snuck around his brother until he was in front of a very scared Kurt. Both men were the same height but Kurt felt extremely small. Blaine had turned around now, looking at Cooper's back and Kurt's face.

“I brought these for you” Cooper held up the flowers so Kurt could see the redness in the roses. All 12 of them.*
A sudden outburst of rage sprung out of Cooper as he threw the roses on the ground and began furiously stamping on them. With each kick to the ground Kurt flinched as he remembered how hard Cooper could kick, from past experiences he knew he could brake several bones. God he broke his arm for fucks sake!

Kurt looked at Blaine and he saw him mouth the words:GET IN THE CAR. While Cooper was distracted Kurt nodded. They couldn't make it back to the house, Cooper would catch them but the car was a side step away. They had to be quick. They had to be nimble. They had to be unseen. Blaine couldn't be seen by Cooper so he side stepped his way into the road and got into the driver's seat so quickly he wasn't sure if it really happened. Next it was Kurt. He had no option but to go fast. Very fast. He darted to the door and pulled it open so fast it re shut again. Cooper looked up.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Kurt saw he was coming. He opened the door, got in and shut it.

“Lock the fucking door Blaine!” He didn't have to be told twice. He clicked the button on his side of the door which made a double clicking noise. They were safe. Blaine thought. But there was a tiny voice in the back of his mind. For now. They were safe. For now.

Blaine put the car into gear and pulled away just as Cooper was banging on the car window. They pulled out of the close and towards the motorway. Blaine had no idea where they were going but he had to keep Kurt safe. Keep him away from Cooper. As far away as he could get him. But where? Cooper was still at Kurt's house. But what he went to home? His home was too risky. Far too risky.

“Blaine where are we going?” Kurt's voice was raspy and sounded sore.

“I don't know” Blaine whispered. Keeping his head low. “Somewhere away. Somewhere away from him.”

“Blaine I'm not a flipping child! I can look after myself! He only hit me on that one occasion and that was an accident!” His voice was higher now but more demanding than before. Blaine wanted to keep his mouth shut. He really did but what he said next was very surprising.

“I guess braking your arm was really by falling off a bike. I'm sure it wasn't Cooper in a rage, full on alcohol. Or maybe when you went back to the hospital for a check up on your poor broken arm the nurses found bruises. Was that from another time when you fell while getting out of the shower or when an imaginary fairy sprinkled them on you!!” Blaine was shouting now. How could he not with Kurt being abused day in, day out.

“Ok so he's done it more than once and maybe it was never by accident but he always apologised and he really meant it Blaine. He really fucking meant it” Kurt wasn't loud or shouting, calm and civilised. For now. Blaine thought. For now.

“He never meant it Kurt. He never not for one second did he ever mean it” Blaine's tone matched Kurt's until he replied with an almost ear slitting-high pitched whine came from Kurt. An almost ‘Shrill' if you will.

“BLAINE. STOP. JUST STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO AND WHAT OTHERS ARE THINKING AND HOW THEY ACT. TREAT OTHER PEOPLE WITH RESPECT AND THINK NOT JUST OF YOURSELF. IT'S LIKE I'M GETTING ABUSED BY BROTHERS...” But he was cut off by a very shaky Blaine. A very nervous Blaine. A very scared Blaine.

“Ohmygod” He breathed all in one mouthful.

“What!” Kurt was obviously annoyed at the fact Blaine had cut him out of his speech and for what purpose anyway!!

“He's...cooper...it's...he's follow...following us.” Kurt froze at Blaine's words. “Don't turn around.” Kurt did as he was told but that didn't mean he was happy about doing so.

“He's knows we're here, he fucking followed us!”

“But he doesn't know, we know”

“Oh god don't do a friends!” Kurt groaned and put his head in hands.

“I'll take you to the police station then I'll deal with him.” Blaine broke into the silence of the car but Kurt shook his head.

“Why can't we just go to a motel?” The idea seemed reasonable but first they had to get rid of Cooper.

“I suppose we could. But how are we going to lose...” Before he could finish his sentence Kurt had leaned across him, pulled on the steering wheel so hard they went down a slip road leaving the motorway and Cooper behind.

“What the fuck.” Blaine was shaking as they had nearly hit several cars on their dramatic exit.
*
For five minutes they drove in silence but Kurt spoke up first.

“Blaine I'm so sorry. He's my problem and I should be dealing with this myself, you shouldn't be ruining your friendship with your brother over a silly boyfriend off his.” He was almost crying but he held them back.

“Kurt listen.” Blaine started “He is my brother and if I'd have known he had been doing this I would have ruined our relationship years ago. I can't just let you be abused and scared, that's no way to live a life.” Blaine had a lump in his throat but he didn't regret saying what he had. Kurt was now so close to letting his tears fall he was finding it hard to breathe.

“Thank...thank you Blaine. For everything.”

“It's not over yet” He smiled quickly then returned his face back to the road.

“So how did your Mom cope with having two gay sons?” Blaine laughed at the sudden change in subject but answered it nether the less.

“She didn't mind at all. As we were growing up we all joked that Mariah would be a lesbian but turned out we were the gay ones of the household. But being my Mom she loved it and my Dad was glad none of us would be bringing sluts back to the cottage. How about your Mom and Dad?” So Blaine didn't know. Kurt thought. WOW. Cooper really doesn't tell his family much about him. Half of his mind was telling him to get it over with but the other half wanted to wait and tell him another time. Time was running out as Blaine was looking panicky. “Did I step over the line I'm...” He was cut off by a very nervous Kurt.

“My Mom died a few years ago when I was 16. She committed suicide. We don't know why to this day but...anyway she was cool, loved it when I helped her pick furniture items and helped her with her fashion choices” Kurt let out a tiny laugh before he continued “My Dad took a while but he came around to the idea. My step Mom Carole, the woman who was in the hospital room with blonde hair, she knew I was gay before she got with my Dad and she doesn't dwell on the fact I'm a faggot so.”

“Kurt don't say that”

“Sorry. Is queer a better name?” Blaine flinched at Kurt's bitterness as he spat the insults.

“Kurt. I had no idea about your Mom. If I'd had known I never would have brought up the subject. The question. But don't use that language. No one deserves to be called any of those things and that is nothing a sixteen year old should go through. When we get the motel I wanna talk about this. In full.” Kurt was holding his tears back at how much interest he was showing, Cooper would maybe hug him but never coo him with words of encouragement or ever want to TALK about it.
*
They pulled in a motel with the name: Specks. It was a black and white buzzing sign. Quite posh really. They pulled in and Blaine ordered one room with a double bed.(No other rooms available, typical). They pulled into a space that was outlined with fresh black lines on the tarmac showing how perfectly well his car was lined up. With shaky hands they both got out the car, Kurt looking around, worried Cooper had somehow found them. Blaine opened the door to room 23...