So in hindsight, Blaine really should have known that he couldn't keep anything from Kurt for very long.

It was a Friday and Blaine was at the Hummel- Hudson house for another wonderful dinner. The day that Burt had invited him to join in on the tradition was one of Blaine's most favorite memories. Right after his and Kurt's fist kiss, their first date, and their first time of course. Everyone was comfortable, happy, and just content to be with the people that they loved. The music was soft but energetic and Blaine couldn't help himself from grabbing Kurt and twirling him around the room.

"Blaine!" Kurt squealed happily, closing his eyes and nuzzling his face into Blaine's neck. Blaine adored the blush that still tinged Kurt's cheeks every time he did something even vaguely romantic. Especially if he did it in front of other people.

"I'm sorry baby," Blaine cooed, not actually sorry at all.

Kurt merely smiled and shove him playfully.

"I love you," Blaine whispered shyly as he gazed up into Kurt's beautiful blue eyes. He couldn't help himself. Forgetting where he was or what he was trying to hide, Blaine stretched his neck up to kiss the taller boy.

His heart nearly shattered when Kurt pulled back wide eyes and a little scared. He knew immediately what Kurt had seen, and there was no way he'd get him to drop the issue now.

"Blaine," Kurt finally gasped, softly running his fingers over the previously exposed skin.

Blaine was so mad at himself. He should've sucked it up and worn a turtle neck. He really had thought the high color of his shirt, secured with a bowtie, would've kept him covered up.

"Kurt I-" Blaine began, embarrassed tears selling in his eyes.

"Boys?" Carole asked suddenly from her spot over the stove. Blaine jumped slightly, having forgotten that both her and Burt were still in the room.

"Kurt please-" Blaine began to beg. He didn't want Kurt to see him like this. So broken and hurt and ugly.

"Show me," Kurt demanded softy.

"Kurt-"

"Blaine," Kurt's voice broke this time, and with it so did Blaine's heart, "Show me."

Blaine knew that there would be no fighting Kurt now. He wouldn't let this go. Deep deep down, past the embarrassment and the fear, Blaine was actually a little glad that he knew he had someone who wouldn't let anything about him go. That's why with a steadying breath, Blaine untied his bowtie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.

Both Kurt and Carole gasped almost identically.

All around Blaine's neck we're clearly finger shaped bruises that couldn't have been more than a few days old. They were a deep angry purple and they still throbbed slightly. Just the look on Kurt's face was enough to break his heart.

"Please Kurt, please- he was drunk," Blaine gasped, trying his hardest not to full on sob.

"Who did this to you son?" Burt said, finally shaking the shock off and coming closer to Blaine.

"His dad," Kurt answered for him, "I know it was him. Blaine you promised he never hit you or hurt you! You promised!"

"Kurt," Blaine said brokenly, openly crying now. He couldn't finish his sentence. The sobs that we're ripping from his throat were earth shattering.

"Baby, no baby I've got you," Kurt said immediately wrapping his strong arms around Blaine, and sinking slowly to the floor, still holding on to Blaine. He quickly rearranged their limbs so that Blaine was curled into his lap, his head in Kurt's strong chest, so he could rock the sobbing boy gently.

"I didn't- I didn't mean to lie. I was just so scared," Blaine gasped into Kurt's shirt.

"I know baby, I know," Kurt continued to rock him, stroking his hair lightly.

"Oh Blainers," Carole cried, joining Kurt on the floor with Blaine and crowding into his other said to soothe him.

"You're staying here with us. That's it!" Burt said sternly, sinking down to hold onto Blaine as well.

"Mr. Hummel I-" Blaine began.

"Stop. You're family. And I won't allow anybody to hurt my family," Burt said, looking straight into Blaine's puffy eyes.

Nodding slowly, Blaine buzzword back into Kurt's chest and trembled slightly.

There on the kitchen floor on a sad Friday night, Blaine Anderson finally learned what it meant to have a family.