Okay Blaine, chill. Periods, remember they're needed.

Continuing my self assement, I feel an added weight on my legs. I squint and recogonized the blurry outline of Kurt, arms folded and sleeping on my leg. I reached out to touch his hair but pause with my hand midair.

...

I don't know why but I keep my hand there anyway.

"You okay kid?"

I jumped at the voice, but I turn my head and see another blurry outline.

"Here, Kurt told me to hold these," the blursaid, puting a pair of glasses---my glasses---on my face and I see Burt.

"Uh thanks ..."

"They have your contacts too."

"Thanks..."

My hand is still in midair.

"So um do you remember anything last night?" he asked me.

I have to think about this one. Last night is like a dream you can only remember the gist of, not the whole story. I remember my father beating me. Me running out. Me being cold. Kurt's voice. Being Warm.

That was it.

"Not ... Not much."

"Oh."

"What happened?"

"You called us and we found you by Stop and Shop."

Whoa. That's a piece of plot.

"W-what?"

"Yea. You were freaking out a bit, rambling on."

"Oh ...Where's my parents shouldn't they be here?"

"Blaine..." Burt sighed. "No they're not."

"Oh..." That was odd, appearances and all needed to be kept.

"They're not allowed."

Okay. Spit take if I had a drink. "Wait what?"

"The doctors said---"

"The doctors said what?"

"They said it looked like a long period of abuse. You had some old healed fractures and bruises consisted with abuse. They also mention you had signs of cutting," he pointed to my wrist.

"It's alright it's not true."

"Blaine."

"Mr. Hummel."

"Don't lie to me."

I bit my lip and squirmed, upsetting my ribs. "I-I'm not..."

"You're behavior at school----"

"Is nothing weird."

"Blaine." He repeated my name, with more force. "This isn't me speaking it's everyone. The doctors, Finn, you're teachers, Kurt," he nodded to Kurt, still sleeping and still under my suspended hand. "He stayed up all night. I had to promise him I'd be up to make sure you had someone to wake up to."

"....." I didn't know what to say, I had simply run out of words. "What happened to me?" I nodded to my banbages. Time to change the subject.

Burt sighed and scratched his head. "You desloacted your shoulder, um the doctor said it was a posterior dislocation...You have a third degree burn on your hand, the was bad, you won't have feeling in it, you broke three ribs..." he numbered off. "Blaine. You can't tell me this was all an accident."

"It...was..."

I sighed and shook my head. "Blaine. I told you not to lie to me."

"B-but what if, hypothetically, what if it's true what's gonna happen to me? Hypothetically of course." Blaine rambled.

I sighed and sat back down. "Well, I talked to Carole---"

"What?"

"And we're going to try---"

"Wait. What?"

"It might take some time but---"

"What?"

"Blaine." I sighed.

"J-just why? Hypothetically of course."

"Because. Because you gave me my son back," I sighed, looking to Kurt.

"Huh?"

"He's happy again and all he talks about is how you gave him 'courage' and helped him overcome his bullies."

"What? How?"

"I dunno, but he's back to normal now."

"..... I want to see my parents."

I let out an angry sigh. "Blaine! Don't you understand. You can't. They are not allowed here. Not because of me, not because of Kurt or Carole or Finn. They are not allowed here because of the doctors, sercurity. They can't come!" I snapped at him, which I regretted because he flinched. "Blaine...I'm sorry."

"I-it's fine..."

"You should wake him up," I pointed to Kurt. "He'll be happy to see you up." Blaine nodded and I left the room.

It hurt to see him have want his parents. What they done, what the doctors said he done. I remember when they told us.
...
"I want to see my son! I am his father!" I heard a booming voice. I was in the room with Kurt, as he held Blaine's good hand, and Finn and Carole.

"Hey! I said I want to see him!" I saw two figures in the doorway to Blaine's room. They must have been his parents.

"Hey!" I jumped up, going to the door. "Get out of here--"

"Who the fuck are you---"

"Kurt's father---"

"Or so you're that fag's father!---"

"Hey! Don't you dare say that!----"

"Say what!? That you're fag son is ruining my son---!"

Kurt let out a shaky sigh, gripping Blaine's hand tighter, kissing the knuckles.

"Let me see my son!---" Mr. Anderson snapped again.

"No!"

"Why the fuck not!?"

"Look at him!---"

"What are you implying!?---"

"You know what I'm implying---"

"If that fag," he shoved a finger to Kurt. "Can see my son then so can I!---"

"HEY!---" I growled. He was starting to piss me the fuck off.

"What!---"

"Call my son that one more time!---"

"Or what!?"

"Or I'll---!"

"Excuse me? Can you two please stop shouting," the doctor walked in, pushing Mr. and Mrs. Anderson aside.

"He won't let me see my son!"

"And for a good reason. Can you guys come with me?" the doctor waved us over, leading us to his office. Carole tagged along, a look of worry on her face.

"Okay, now that I have you together, I want to show you some things..." The doctor puts up some x-rays. "Now, these are some interesting x-rays. You can see here," he pointed to an x-ray of a wrist. "You can see how this has been broken, and how it's healed improperly? And there's more poorly healed fractures here," an arm. "Here," his leg. "And here," his shoulder. "There were a large amount of brusing as well, along with signs of cutting---"

"He was beaten up at his old school---" His father spewwed out.

"Well, there's one more thing. The burn on his hand, it had residue found in common household stoves. These two detectives here," as he said it, two men came into the doorway. "Detective Finch ad Detective Mobi, have a warrant to search your house---"

"They can't---!"

"They can. Your not allowed to see Blaine, and he will not be allowed back into your custody unless this is cleared up," the doctor said, pulling down the x-rays. "You may leave now."

I felt a hand in my hair, and I hummed happily as it run through it, moving my head along wih it.

"Mhmm," I smiled, eyes still closed.

"Hey you..."

I blinked awake and see Blaine, arm outstretched, playing with my hair.

"Oh my God Blaine!" I sprang up, squishing him in a hug.

"K-Kurt---Ribs..." he cringed.

"O-oh my God I'm sorry ..." I let go of him, frowning.

"I-it's alright," he smiled weakly.

"H-how ae you feeling?" Stupid question Kurt...

"Heh, better than last night I guess."

"Yea ... Last night... Blaine what hap----"

"I'm sure your dad explained it all to you," he said, a bit annoyed.

"S-Sorry! I ---" I shot up, grabbing his hand.

"No I-I'm sorry. It's just..."

"What?"

"This wasn't supposed to happen."

"What wasn't?"

"This."

I looked at him, taking in all the bruises and bandages, his arm in a sling. He's right. It wasn't supposed to happen. Not to him. He deserved so much more than what he got.

"You're right. You should have gotten something better."

"Kurt don't---"

"Don't what?"

"Say stuff like that."

"It's true! Don't you say stuff like that!" I huffed. Blaine just shook his head. There was an awkward silence in the room and I felt my face flush.

"So um did you talk to my dad?"

"Yea."

"Well...?"

"Well what? Oh I dunno. I just wanna go home."

"But you can't!" I bit my lower lip.

"And where would I go?"

"Didn't my dad tell you? With us."

He snorted. "How? I can't just live with yoou guys like that!" He snapped his fingers.

"We'll work it out Bla---"

"No! It just---It's not---No!"

I flinched at Blaine's outburst and tensed up. His face softened and he frowned. "K-Kurt I'm sorry I just- everything is happening so fast."

"I know, but it's going to be alright."

"I hope so."

I squirmed uncomfortably in the office. I was sitting with Burt and Carole, and some woman I didn't know behind the desk.

"It's wonderful you two are willing to take him in. Unfortunately, there are obstacles. You can't just take him," the woman explained. I knew it. It wasn't going to happen.

"Tell us what we need to do," Burt said.

"For one, you need to be certified. That takes about eight to ten weeks. That prepares you for the responsibilities of being a foster parent. Then we evaluate your home, making sure you have the room, the income, and the such that comes with being a foster parent."

"Okay, so what happens to Blaine---?" Carole asked.

"Yea what happens to me?" I said, my legs bouncing.

"Well you will be sent to a group home---"

"No!" I jumped up.

"Calm down, sweetie," Carole patted my leg, making me sit down. "Is there any way Blaine can stay with us?"

No no no no no no no. I don't I won't I can't. Not going not going not going not going. Not to a group home. Bad things happen in group homes. I kept shaking my head. "No no no no no---"

"It will be only temporary---"

"No no no no no no no I won't stay there I won't be there no no no no no---"

Burt interrupted my ranting. "Look he just got settled in a new school is there any way he could just stay with us?" he repeated Carole.

"I'm sorry. But the home isn't far from here. And you will still be able to go to your school."

"No no no no no," I mumbled, putting my head in my hands.

"Blaine, I'm sorry but there's no way around this," the woman sighed.

I just shook my head in my hands, rambling no's. I could feel both Carole's and Burt's hurt stares at me.

"Well, let's get started on this certifying," Burt sighed. "Where can we sign up?"