Blaine and Kurt were dating. Blaine was happy again. He had stopped cutting himself. Even though Kurt had gone back to McKinley. Because Blaine still had him. They texted and called each other every chance they got.

In the beginning of the summer break Kurt had gone with his family to visit Carole’s sister for a week. On the third day of his absence (a Wednesday) Blaine was walking in the park near where his aunt’s apartment was. He had moved back in with them over the summer when Dalton was closed. The park was empty so Blaine could hear his own footsteps against the gravel. It was warm and the sun was beaming so Blaine decided to go lye under the big oak tree at the end of the park. When he came closer to the tree the gravel pathway turned toward a picnic area where Blaine could see a young couple sitting with a blanket and a basket on the ground. Blaine took of his shoes and stepped into the grass and walked over to the tree. He turned his back against it, ready to sit himself down when he felt a hand on his upper arm. He turned around to see a man in a black jacket with the hood concealing his face. He felt a sharp pain in his gut and he looked down to see the man dragging a knife out of him. The man let go of Blaine’s arm, leaned toward him and whispered “your father says hi”. Blaine put his left hand over the red spot on his white t-shirt and watched the man run away in between the trees. I’ve been stabbed! Oh good GOD, I’m gonna die! Blaine fell backwards on the ground in the shadow of the big tree. The picnic couple! They might help me.

“I’M BLEEDING!” Blaine shouted as loud as he could and turned his head to look in the direction of the picnic area. He saw that the couple had stood and were staring at him, not moving.

“I’M GONNA DIE! HELP ME!” he yelled before he felt his eyelids starting to feel heavy.

But he opened them as wide as he could and saw that the couple was now running toward him.

“What happened?” the young man with wild brown hair asked and leaned down to take a closer look at Blaine.

“Someone stabbed me!” Blaine said and lifted his hand so that the man could see all the blood.

He heard the young woman with long blonde hair shriek and started to feel really cold. He saw the woman pick a cell phone from her pocket and call 911. The man had removed his shirt and was pressing it against Blaine’s wound.

“What is your name?” the man asked him.

“Blaine Anderson.” he replied.

“Blaine, you have to keep looking at me, okay? Until the ambulance get’s here. My name is Jacob and this is Helena.” the man said and gestured toward the young woman who was practically yelling into the phone where they were and that the ambulance had to hurry.

“Nice to meet you.” Blaine said. Now might not be the time to be dapper, you ass.

“The ambulance will be here any minute.” the woman named Helena said and kneeled next to Blaine’s head.

“Blaine. I am Helena. Do we need to call somebody for you? Your parents?” she asked and brushed a few curls off of Blaine’s now sweaty forehead.

“My aunt Sarah.” Blaine said weakly. “She is in my favorite contacts in my phone.”

Blaine reached his not bloody hand into the pocket of his shorts and held the phone out toward the man named Jacob. He grabbed Blaine’s iPhone and moved his fingers over the screen.

“Sarah Anderson?” he asked just to be sure.

Blaine nodded and fought to keep his eyes open. He forced himself to focus on Helena’s necklace. It was a thin silver chain with a heart made out of some pink gemstone.

“Hello? Mrs. Anderson? My name is Jacob Matthews. Your nephew Blaine has been stabbed here in the park. Me and my wife are sitting with him waiting for the ambulance.” Blaine heard Jacob say into the phone and at the same time they heard sirens approaching. “Here they are now. You should come to the Lima hospital as fast as you can. We’ll follow Blaine there.”

Blaine turned his head away from Helena’s necklace and saw the ambulance stop on the grass a few meters away. Two men jumped out of it and rushed over to him.

“Blaine Anderson is it? How are you feeling?” one of the men asked and lifted Jacob’s shirt off of Blaine’s stomach to have a look. “James, get the stretcher!”

I didn’t see Jacob giving the duty of the shirt to Helena… Focus Blaine, the medic asked you something!

“I feel cold. My eyelids are heavy.” Blaine said and looked at the man.

He was now having a lot of trouble focusing on anything.

“We were having a picnic over there and didn’t see what happened. We just heard him shout so we came over to help him. I called a relative of his, she is meeting us at the hospital.” Jacob said.

Blaine closed his eyes. SO tired… Blaine felt himself being lifted into the air by three sets of hands and then down on the metal stretcher which felt cold through his t-shirt. He heard voices telling him to stay awake but he was so tired.

When Blaine woke up he didn’t open his eyes. He could hear a beeping sound and feel the sterile smell of the room. Where am I? I’m in the hospital… I got stabbed. Fuck! I have to call Kurt! No. I can’t call Kurt. He shouldn’t have to worry about this... I’ll tell him later when I get out of here, when I am fine again. Blaine opened his eyes and saw the faded white squares of the plastic tiles on the ceiling.

“Oh my God, Blaine! You are awake! How are you feeling?” he heard a familiar voice say.

Blaine turned his head and saw that is was his aunt Sarah. She was holding his left hand that was now blood-free but had a weird transparent wire in it.

“Auntie Sarah!” Blaine said and he felt really silly for some reason. “I’m fine. Where is Lorily?”

He saw his aunt press a red button next to the bed.

“She is at her father’s place. I didn’t want her to see you here. You are on pain meds, sweetie. Did you see who it was?”

“No… He had his hood on and we were in the shade. But he…”

A nurse came into the room. She looked at a monitor that seemed to show Blaine’s heartbeat and another monitor that Blaine had no clue what it was for. She fixed the bed so that Blaine was sitting up with a huge fluffy pillow behind his back. The nurse left after doing something with a bag of clear liquid that was hanging next to Blaine’s bed.

“He what, honey?” Sarah asked.

Blaine had to think for a moment before he remembered what they had been talking about.

“He said that my dad says hi.” Blaine said.

His aunt gasped and put a hand over her mouth. Blaine could see her starting to cry.

“Did you call Kurt?” Blaine asked.

“No. Do you want me to?”

“No. I will call him. How long do I have to stay here?”

“The doctor said that you get to leave in two days if your wound looks good.”

Kurt won’t have to worry, then.

“I will stay with you tonight, until visiting hours are up. I have to work tomorrow but I think you will be fine. And you can call Lorily’s dad if you need anything. I put his number in your phone. Peter Langston.”

“Thank you. I am tired.” Blaine said.

“You rest. I’ll be here.”

Blaine fell asleep and awoke a few hours later when there was a knock on the door. A tall white man with no hair and thick glasses came into the room. Behind him stood a police officer with buzzed black hair.

“Hello Blaine. My name is Dr. Scott. You were lucky, the knife didn’t do much damage to any of your organs so you will be fine when the wound has healed. You will be discharged the day after tomorrow if your stitches look like they are healing properly. This is officer Bard, he would like a word with you.” the bald man said before he left the room again without a word from either Blaine nor his aunt.

“Hello Blaine, Mrs. Anderson.” the policeman said and dragged a chair out to sit himself next to Blaine’s bed.

“It is Ms, actually.” Sarah said.

“Pardon me. Now, Blaine. I would like you to tell me all that you can about what happened today.” the man continued and took a small notebook and a pen out of his pocket.

Blaine told him everything he remembered and his aunt filled in with his past about how he was bullied at school and beaten by his dad.

“Well. It will be really difficult to find the criminal but we should at least be able to put out a restraining order on both parents.” the officer said.

When the officer left, a nurse came into the room and told aunt Sarah that the visiting hours were over. She left after squeezing Blaine’s hand. The nurse stayed and asked if Blaine needed anything.

“Can I order pizza or Chinese food into my room? And where is my phone?” he asked.

“You can if you want. Your phone and the other contents of your clothes when you got here are at the front desk, I can get them for you right away. Your clothes however are evidence for now.” the nurse said and left, only to come back with a paper bag with Blaine’s things in it just a minute later.

“Thank you.” Blaine said before she left again.

Blaine took his phone out of the bag and dialed a restaurant nearby. He ordered a salad that they would come with to his room (he saw the room number through the glass next to the door). After he hung up he wrote a text to Kurt.

B: Hi Kurt. How’s your stay at Carole’s sister’s place?

K: Hi Blaine. BORING! No cousins, so I just have Finn to talk to while the “adults” talk amongst themselves. And he drives me insane!

B: I am sorry. =(

K: How are you doing?

B: Fine. I’ve been at the park today. Done some reading.

K: Sounds relaxing. I miss you. <3

B: I miss you too. <3 I’ll see you in four days though.

K: Sunday seems so far away. We can have a sleep over that night? ;)

B: Sure. It will be awesome! =) I’m really tired now, but I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you.
K: Love you.

There was a knock on the door and a girl came in to deliver his salad. Blaine paid her with the bills he has in his wallet, which was also in the paper bag. He eats the salad after the girl leaves and then falls asleep.

The next day Blaine calls Kurt and they talk for hours, they are both bored out of their minds. Blaine tells Kurt nothing about where he is and why. They end the call when Finn begs Kurt to play a videogame with him. When they have hung up Blaine looks at pictures of Kurt in his phone. Slowly his eyes are dragged toward his wrist, where he feels an incredible itch. He puts down his phone and looks at all the lines on his left arm. Some faded, almost white and some more recent, still in tints of red and pink. Most are across his arm, from the base of his palm almost all the way up to his elbow and some - Kurt’s lines - go along his arm, crossing the other ones. All the lines are old enough that they can’t itch because they are still healing and Blaine feels the sudden urge to cut again. My dad tried to have me killed. My own father wants me out of this world because I love someone of the same gender… Kurt is gone. Silly, it’s just three more days. But he isn’t here. It itches! No one of my “friends” from Dalton has contacted me since summer started. My mother hasn’t contacted me at all. Blaine scratches his arm with his fingernails that he hasn’t cut in a while. After a few minutes his arm is red and the itch is slightly better. What if Sarah saw my arm? No, she couldn’t have. She would have said something. Blaine doesn’t get any visitors that day and no texts from Kurt. He falls asleep early.

The next morning when Blaine awakes Sarah sits next to the bed with a pile of clothes in her lap.

“Good morning, Blainey. The doctor will come look at your stitches in a few minutes and if they look good I’ll take you home right away. Peter and Lorily are waiting at home. I brought some of your clothes.” she says.

“Thanks, Sarah.”

The doctor comes in and checks on Blaine’s wound. He keeps his arm with the lines pressed into the mattress or the side of his body so the doc or his aunt won’t see. The doctor says that he can leave right away but has to come back in about a week to remove the stitches. Sarah helps Blaine with the knots on the back of his paper hospital gown and then leaves Blaine’s clothes on the end of the bed before she walks out of the room to give him some privacy. Blaine brushes his fingers lightly over the stitches on the side of his stomach - there were more than he expected, must have been a wide blade - before he puts on a pair of dark blue Dalton sweatpants and a long-sleeved button up shirt in a similar color. He puts on his Converse but doesn’t bother tying the laces. He pulls on a leather jacket that Sarah has hung by the door. This must be something she bought for me or something Peter left at her place… He leaves the hospital gown on the bed and puts the things from the paper bag in the pockets of his sweatpants. Then he walked into the hallway where his aunt was waiting.

“Good, the jacket fits you. There was a sale, I had to get it for you.” she says but Blaine doubts it because it looks really expensive. “Let’s go home, Blaine.”

She drives them home and they don’t speak much. Blaine asks if Kurt can sleep over on Sunday night and Sarah says that it is okay, but that they will have to make dinner by themselves since she is working the night shift.

They order pizza for dinner and eat it on the sofa in the living room while watching Shrek. Aunt Sarah and little Lorily fall asleep snuggled up under a blanket on the sofa. Blaine leaves them there and goes into his and Lorily’s shared bedroom. He retrieves the plastic pencil case from the top shelf in his wardrobe and takes it with him into the bathroom. Blaine takes a shower to wash off the hospital smell. He winces when he puts his arms up to rub shampoo into his hair too fast and it pulls on his stitches. He finishes the shower more carefully. After he has dried his hair a bit he puts his glasses on and sits on the floor in just his boxers and leans his head against the cool glass of the shower door. He closes his eyes as he opens the pencil case and takes out the scalpel. He doesn’t even keep any pencils in there anymore. He sits up a bit more and realizes that his hand is shaking. It itches SO bad. He focuses and presses the cold metal against his warm skin. His pulse is throbbing and his heart is beating hard against the inside of his ribcage as he drags the scalpel slowly across his arm. The blood comes a bit faster than Blaine is used to. Maybe I’m just imagining it, it was three months since the last time after all… Blaine tilts his head back against the glass again and closes his eyes. His breathing becomes slower and so does his heartbeat. After a minute he starts to feel like he is spinning so he takes the black towel he had prepared and presses it to his arm. He washes his hand and the scalpel and sits down next to the small pool of blood on the gray tile to wait for the bleeding to slow down. He presses his left arm against his chest and puts his right index finger in the blood. He writes his name with the blood, fascinated by the color of it. He writes Kurt’s name and stops to stare at it. He feels guilty. Kurt… Maybe I should tell him? But he would kill me! I’ll tell him. Later... When I stop again. Whenever that will be… His phone produces a tiny melody and Blaine wipes his finger on the towel and checks his phone.

K: What are you doing, love?

B: Nothing special. Sarah and Lorily fell asleep on the sofa.

K: Aaww! How cute. I can’t wait to be back home with you.

B: I can’t wait for you to be here. I asked Sarah about Sunday and she said it was okay. But we have to make dinner, she works the night shift.

K: Well, I can make some pasta. With chicken! Yes. And we’ll cuddle. =)

B: And eat ice-cream while watching a Disney movie.

K: YES! My turn to pick he movie. =)

B: Yes. Surprise me! =)

K: I will. But I have to go to bed. I’ll call you tomorrow. Before I have to start packing again.

B: Do that. I love you. Sleep well.

K: You too! <3

Blaine stiffens as there is a knock on the door.

“Blaine, honey. Lorily needs to pee. You done?”

“I just took a shower. I’ll be out in a minute.” Blaine answers and wipes up the blood with toilet paper and flushes it down.

He rinses most of the blood out of the towel and drags it over the floor to erase all visible traces of blood. He bundles the pencil case in the bigger towel that he used after his shower and gets out of the bathroom. Sarah and Lorily walk in, after he gets out to throw the towels in the laundry bag. When he is back in the bedroom he puts the case back on the top shelf and puts his pajama pants on.

Lorily walks into the room and Blaine stops his search for a pajama shirt.

“What happened to your tummy Blainey?” she asks and walks up to him and stretches her hand out towards him. She doesn’t touch the stitches, but drags the back of her fingers slightly above it.

“I…” Blain begins but doesn’t know what to say.

“Does it hurt?” Lorily asks and steps back a bit, looking worried.

“No. Only if I put my hands over my head too fast.” he says. “A bad man hurt me.”

“Why?” she asks.

Blaine pulls the nearest t-shirt over his head, closes his wardrobe and sits down on his bed, patting his knee. She crawls up onto the bed and sits in his lap.

“Because I am gay.” Blaine answers.

“What does that mean?”

“You know how mommies and daddies fall in love, right?”

“Yes. But sometimes they fall out of love too, like my mom and dad.”

“Yes. Well… Your mom is a girl and your dad is a boy.”

“I know.” Lorily looks at Blaine until he continues.

“Well. When you are gay… If you are a girl, you like other girls. If you are a boy, you like other boys. Like I do.”

“And fall in love with them?”

“Yes. You know Kurt who visited here a couple of weeks ago?”

“Yes. Your boyfriend.”

“Right. Well, I fell in love with him. And he fell in love with me. We are both boys, gay boys.”

“Aha.” Lorily looks like she is thinking. “So your babies will have two daddies?”

“Yes.” Blaine smiles.

“But why did someone hurt you because you love Kurt?”

“Well… Some people think it is wrong to be gay. And sometimes those people do bad things to people who are gay. Like the man who hurt me.”

“I don’t understand. Why?” Lorily looks angry now. Adorable…

“Me neither. Some people in this world are just like that.”
“I love you. And I will never hurt you.”

“I know. I love you too. Now go to bed.” Blaine says and smiles as Lorily gets into her own bed.

Blaine turns the lights off and gets into bed too. He falls asleep fast.

When Blaine wakes up on Saturday morning he can feel the smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen. He puts on a long-sleeved white v-necked t-shirt and walks out of the bedroom.

“Morning, Blaine. How are you this morning?” Sarah asks as she flips a pancake.

“Mommy, mommy! Someone hurt Blainey!” Lorily says before Blaine has time to say anything.

He sits down at the table and starts eating the pancake that Sarah had already put on the table for him.

“I know, honey.” Sarah says. “That is why you had to be with your daddy the other day. I was with Blaine at the hospital.”

“Blainey told me about gay mommies and daddies.”

Blaine chuckles.

“Oh, did he now? And what did he say?” Sarah asks and gives Blaine another pancake.

“That his and Kurt’s babies will have two daddies.”

Sarah chuckles along with Blaine.

“And there are bad people in the world mommy, that don’t like gay people.”

“That’s true. Even though it is really sad.” Sarah says.

“Is that why you moved in with us, Blainey?” Lorily looks at him. “Because your mommy and daddy didn’t like gay people?”

“Yes.” Blaine says simply.

“Eat your pancake, darling.” Sarah says and Lorily continues to eat. 

Blaine spends the day playing games with Lorily, making them lunch and reading in the armchair in the living room while Lorily watches cartoons. Sarah comes back pretty early since she started work really early that morning. Blaine calls Kurt and Kurt rambles on about how bored he is and how much he can’t wait to be back home. Blaine tells Kurt that he talked to his little cousin about what gay means the day before. Blaine has to end the call when Sarah peaks her head into the bedroom to tell him that dinner is ready. Sarah had made Blaine favorite soup, a curry-noodle soup. Sarah watches cartoons with Lorily while Blaine mows the lawn. He then works out and takes a jog so he will fall asleep fast. He wants tomorrow to come as soon as possible. Blaine doesn’t cut himself after his shower that evening. He does falls asleep fast, the workout and jog did its job.

Blaine shoots out of bed early on Sunday morning. How am I awake at seven in the morning? Sarah and Lorily sleep in until eleven. While he waited for them he took another jog and shower and cleaned up some in the apartment. He even made his bed. When they do wake up he makes the breakfast.

“I have to do some shopping before Kurt gets here tonight.” Blaine says after swallowing a forkful of scrambled eggs.

“Okay. Remember the groceries. I will drop Lorily off at Peter’s a bit before three and then go straight to work. I got a double shift so I won’t be home until tomorrow morning.”

“Okay. “ Blaine says.

He makes a list of the things to buy. Milk, eggs, pasta, chicken, ice-cream, water, tea bags… He leaves the apartment at one and hurries through the grocery store. He then rushes to the nearest clothing store to buy a new shirt and a pair of black jeans. He walks out with a blue pair of jeans and four long-sleeved shirts more than he had planned on. He barely gets home in time to give Lorily a hug goodbye before they have to leave. When he lets go of her she starts crying.

“Lorily, baby. What is it?” he says and lifts her up.
He puts her weight on his hip and it kind of tears at his stitches, but he couldn’t care less.

“What if someone hurts you again? You have to stay home!” she cries. “And Kurt too!”

“Honey, I have been out for a jog twice and I was at the store and the mall today and nothing happened. I will be okay. Don’t worry baby.”

“Promise?” she sniffs and wipes at her eyes with her sleeve.

“I promise. Now go enjoy spending some time with your dad. Me and Kurt will be fine and we can play hide and seek with you when you get back here.” Blaine says as he puts her down and wipes at her tear-stained cheeks with his big thumbs.

She smiles and Sarah waves at her to get in the car, so she does. Blaine waves as they drive away. He goes into the apartment and starts to put the groceries in the fridge. His phone makes him aware that he has a text message.

K: SOOOOON! Almost there!

B: Good. See you soon, my love! <3

K: *swoon*

Blaine finishes putting in the groceries and cuts the tags of the clothes he bought. He puts on the black jeans and a dark purple long-sleeved shirt. He puts in his contacts and tries to control his mop of curls. He gives up after a few minutes and folds the rest of the new clothes into his wardrobe. He walks around the apartment and does some last-minute cleaning before the doorbell rings.