"Him and mom didn't get back from the sess---the store yet." Finn looked at me. I made a mental note to scold him for not making better excuses.

"You!" Rachel pointed an accusing finger at me. "You and Blaine weren't in school today!" she gave me a look. Finn raised his own eyebrow at me.

"Yea why?" Finn asked.

I made another mental note to scold Finn on not asking stupid questions. "Blaine got into an arguement with his parents and he needed to blow some steam. We just went some window shopping," I was working on this excuse since I dropped Blaine off at that hell hole of a foster place.

"Oh, well you didn't miss so much. Mr. Schuester was just upset that you miss booty camp! Oh! And! You missed Mercedes diva-out today!" Rachel gaped. "She went on and on about how she never gets anything and all. I mean hello! All because Mr. Schue asked her why she was late!"

I plopped on the couch next to Finn and groaned. "Ugh! I love that girl but she has some major Aretha Franklin size diva problems," I flicked my hand.

Finn sighed. "She isn't that bad guys."

"Finn, honey, stop being nice," I patted his leg.

"Kids? We're back!" I heard my dad open the door, as he and Carole walked in. Lucky for Finn's excuse, they walked in with bags of Chinese food. "Oh hi Rachel," my dad said. "You hungry?"

"Oh no I should get going actually," Rachel got up, collecting her purse and jacket. "I'll talk to you two tomorrow," she said, giving us both a peck on the cheek before leaving. When the door closed behind her and I heard her car pull away, I immediately turned on Finn.

"God can you be anymore dense!" I smacked his arm.

"Ow! What?" He said defensively. Both my dad and Carole looked at us.

"First off think of a better excuse than 'session oops sorry store' and second obviously there's a reason why I cut to---!" I covered my mouth, but the damage was done.

"You cut school today..?" My dad said, an angry look appearing across his face.

"It's not like that!" I squeaked. "One of the boys at the foster place beat him up and he didn't want to go school and he was freaking out and he's been wanting to go to his house to get his stuff. Which is all in my car by the way." I said in one breath.

My dad sighed. "Still, you shouldn't have skipped school. And you shouldn't have gone back to that place by yourselves. What if it had triggered something?" At that I shuffled my feet, looking down. "...It didn't trigger anything, right?"

"No," I tightened my lips.

"Dude you're such a bad liar," Finn laughed.

"Kurt what happened?" Carole asked.

"Nothing! Just he um got a little angry at me," I rubbed my wrist.

"Did he hurt you?" my dad asked, eyeing my moment.

"What no! He just grabbed my wrist and kind of yelled but he didn't mean it. It was just like when he gets all weird," I said, a little apalled. But Blaine did hurt me, but I knew he didn't mean it. It was just the house.

My dad frowned, shaking his head. "That's why you guys should of stayed away from there. It could of been a lot worse," he sighed.

"But dad he needs his stuff," I said.

"I know. But I could of got that. Or Finn. Or you. He shouldn't of went," he frowned again. "Did you manage to get everything at least?"

"Only the things he wanted and we could carry out. And what wasn't damaged." I shuttered at the memory of Blaine shaking as he saw his guitar and keyboard smashed and broken. "So mostly his clothes and some CD's and books."

"Alright," my dad said, bringing the bags to the kitchen. Dinner passed smoothly and quietly, none of us really saying anything. At the end I lingered with my dad and Carole did dishes. Finn went up in his room, cellphone in his hand.

"Dad?" I asked as he placed the dishes in the dishwasher.

"What's up kiddo?" he said, inspecting a cup before placing it in.

I rubbed my cheek with my shoulder, looking over to Carole. She was busying herself with packing the leftovers away. "Um dad can I ask you something?" I said in a hushed whisper.

My dad raise an eyebrow at me. "Sure?"

"Um," I looked over and saw Carole's head in the fridge. "W-why were you so accepting?" I said in a low whisper.

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, even when I started dating Blaine, you were okay with it," I looked at him.

"Kurt, I told you when you came out that I always knew. And if i was uncomfortable with you dating Blaine, which I'm not, it's not about how I feel. I would of worked out a way to make myself comfortable with it. Why? Is this about what happened to Blaine?" my dad looked at me full of concern, which makes me guilty to ever question his acceptance.

"...Kind of. N-not that I'd think you'd ever treat me like that!" I added quickly. "It's just I can't see someone doing that to their son. And that his mom ..." I let out a shaky sigh. "I wonder if mom would of accepted me." By now Carole left the kitchen, giving us better privacy.

"Kurt, if I knew, your mother sure as hell did. I mean, it wasn't like we discussed your sexuality daily at the dinner table, it was just something we knew. And she will always love you," my dad reassured me. I gave him a small smile.

"Thanks dad. And thanks for doing this for Blaine."

"What can I say, I am a pretty bitchin' dad," he joked.

"So that's better but I'm still worried about Blaine. It's like he's going crazy. I know its all what his dad did but I'm still concerned. Is he going to be okay?"

"It's going to take time Kurt. Just like these classes. And he needs you now more than ever."

"I know. I don't plan on just leaving him now!" I said.

"I know Kurt, I know."

"You're past curfew," Jenna frowned as I walked into the door.

"I know," I shrugged. I started up the stairs to the room.

"You have curfew for a reason," she said cooly.

"Yea because Lima gets so dangerous at eight at night," I rolled my eyes.

"Blaine--!"

"Hey you got my name right," I snapped, closing the door behind me. It was late. I was tired. It was a long day. Yadda yadda yadda. I didn't want to be bothered by her or them. But yea, a long day today.

It was. Going back to the house, it was a lot to take it. In the mist of all it's mess, it's torn up look, it's dirty stench, the house was never more calming. Yet why did it feel as if I was walking into hell itself. I didn't see him there, didn't hear him, yet the house made me feel small again, and scared. And oh fuck, I hurt Kurt. I know I did, even if he denied it. I sighed, taking my contacts out and pulling on my pajamas. I curled up into bed; the faster I sleep the less I have to be here.

I woke up and stretched, feeling for my contact case. But it's not there. It's. Not. There. Instead, I sit up and see a blurry Mathew grinning.

"What the fuck---?"

"The toilet," he said with a shit eating grin on his face.

"What?" No no no no no no.

"Flushed them. Have fun today," he jumped out of the room. I groaned and hit my head against the headboard. No no no no no no no. I got up and fished around my duffle bag, finding my geek-chic style glasses. The only upside is that in today's world they're cool; something every hipster needs. Once again I begrudingly get out of bed and get dressed, the outfit old and if Kurt wasn't so worried about my feelings at the moment he would most definitely reprimand me for wearing the same outfit twice in one week. After my getting ready routine, I heard the doorbell ring. I ran downstairs and open the door.

"Kurt!" I smiled, giving him a big hug.

"Blaine, I like the glasses. Very urban," Kurt returned the hug.

"Don't try to make me feel better. I accidently stepped on my contact," I lied. "It broke."

"Awe I'm sorry Blaine."

"It's alright. I'll just wear these," I shrugged. "Did you eat?"

"Yea and Carole made me bring these to you," he said, grabbing his bag. He pulled out a tubaware. "It's some banana nut muffins."

"Oh my god thank you!" I grabbed a muffin, stuffing it in my mouth. I nodded towards his car and he laughed, hopping in and driving off with our muffins.

It's fifth period as we pile in Glee club. I take my usual seat next to Kurt and everyone is too busy talking to really pay attention to us. This is why I love Glee club. It's not like everyone is ignoring us or they don't like us. We have just come to a point where everyone is so used to us that it doesn't stop them from what they're doing. Even in Dalton I was an exhibit. There was no bullying, but a gay boy in the room always caught attention. Positive or not it was still uncomfortable.

"Hey guys," Mr. Schue said, as he walked in the room.

"Mr. Schue? I was wondering if I could sing my song for the assignment?" Kurt popped up out of his seat.

"Oh okay Kurt, go on," Mr. Schue said as Kurt pranced over by Brad, handing him some music sheets.

"Alright so I know this isn't in my usual range, but I think this song is just perfect," Kurt said, eyes passing over me. I flashed him a small smile, hoping to give him some encouragement. The song starts, and it's different from before. This isn't Make It Stop.

The others are listening now. Kurt's voice always has that power. When he brings it to his full potential, it gives me chills. High or low Kurt's voice is amazing.

Even though he isn't looking at me, I know he's singing to me. I couldn't help but smile at him.

He finished and sat back down as everyone aplauded him. Back in his chair he squeezed my knee, giving me a smile that can make me fall in love all over again.

"That was amazing Kurt," Mr. Schue said.

"It really was," I whispered. "Thank you."

Kurt just gave me a wink and a peck on the cheek. Once again it goes unnoticed in the club as Rachel went up to talk to Mr. Schue and Puck and Finn and Mike and Artie talk about football and Mercedes and Tina and Santana and Brittany talk about classes. And for a moment, everything is as it should.

Things happen. It's never gonna just be rainbows forever. No matter how many Unicorn posters Brit puts up or how colorful Puck's language is. Not for me at least.

If I just stayed inside. But no. Blaine had to be a big boy and go get some coffee for him and Kurt by himself. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really all that smart.

I felt a hand shove me into the wall and I think it's a bully or Karofsky but no. I know that hand. It's him.

It's another flashback that's all one I can feel Kurt Kurt Kurt. But he's not disappearing. He's here he's really here.

He's shouting something and then hits me. Then I realize it's over. There's nothing more to cover up when you're in the open. I hear 'fag' and 'you're dead' and other things and the coffee spilled all over me. I closed my eyes, willing this to go away. He picked me up by the shoulder, my bad shoulder, and slammed me against the wall. my head banged and I bit my lip and closed my eyes tight.

But he's not worrying about me screaming anymore. He's not worried about people finding out.

I brace myself for more but I feel his weight being rushed off me. I hear screaming and it's not from me and I opened my eyes and see him. But it's not just him. He's being held down by Coach Sylvester and Coach Beiste and I see Kurt and the rest of New Directions just gawking at me as Puck and Finn and Mike are running over and Puck and Finn are helping me up but I just stare at him. He shouldn't be here. This was a safe place. This wasn't his to come to. Nowhere nowhere nowhere is safe.

It's frightening. We returned to the auditurum with Blaine, with Puck and Finn putting him in a chair next to me.

"What was that?" Quinn gaped, staring at Blaine. I shot her a look to stop but everyone was. And it truth I couldn't blame them. A man, a father coming to school to beat his son.

"Nowhere nowhere nowhere," Blaine muttered. He was shaking and rambling again. His lip was split and he had a nasty bump on his head.

I heard Finn explaining to the others. Blaine's father is a monster. He is a mad man. And now everyone knows it.

"Nowhere nowhere not here not at the house not at your house," Blaine grabbed my arm, squeezing it in shock.

"No way dude! We'll just do what we did for Kurt," Mike said.

"Yea me, Mike and Finn can follow you around the school. Ya know like the Hell's Angels or bodyguards. No way anyone is getting near you," Puck suggested.

"And Kurt drives you to school and back. I'll come with him too," Finn chimed in.

"Hey we can get Karofsky and the rest of the bullywhips to help too," Santana offered. For once I can see no ulterior motive behind her words.

"My dad's a cop he came help too," Mercedes pointed out. Blaine doesn't hear them, at least I think he doesn't. He's just muttering and shaking. I ran a hand down his back, rubbing it tenderly.

"Alright guys, I'm sure Blaine appericates you guys helping him but I think you better stop," Mr. Schuester walked in, looking exhausted.

"Yo Schue this is serious! Blaine needs to know we got his back," Artie said.

"I know. But right now I think it's best if Blaine went home," Mr. Schuester looked at me. I nodded, already grabbing for my keys. I tapped Finn to get him to help me get Blaine in the car.

"We'll be back Mr. Schuester," I said, indicating me and Finn. He just gave us a nod.

We reached Kurt's car when I saw Brittany running towards us.

"Blaine?" she asked.

I looked up, broken and terrified, my eyes darting all over.

"I just wanted to give you this," she said, handing me a piece of torn looseleaf. It had two phone numbers written in yellow glitter gel pen. "I know you have Kurt and everyone but I thought you would like to talk to someone who knows."

"Huh?" I asked, still shaking, looking for him. Where is he where did he go.

"When I was younger my parents lost their jobs I had to live with my uncle for a while," she said, her voice dipped in saddness. "He would come to my bed at night. And when I told him I was telling, he would hit me."

I don't want to hear this I don't need to know I don't want I don't need no no no no no. But she's still talking.

"I'm okay now. I mean it was ten years ago. I knew about you though. You're face always said something. You were good at hiding it though. I was too," she sighed, her eyes filling to the brim with tears. "I'm sorry I never said anything."

It's sincere and she chokes it out that in a way it calms me. She knows. She knows without knowing.

"It's good to have someone to understand it, but it helps to have people who know how it is. The first one is mine," she pointed to the number on the top. "The second one is the support group I go to, it's at church. You should come," she said. And with that she gave me a hug. It was soft but heartfelt, like she was trying to take all my negative engery and throw it away.

"Th-th-thanks," I managed to spit out without sounding like a uncontrollable baby. "Th-thank you Britt."

She just gave me a nod, before letting go. "You're going to be okay Blaine." And with that she walked back inside.

I watched her go as Kurt and Finn help me into the car. In the front seat, Kurt kind of just gaped. "Damn Britt, when did she get so smart?"