Chapter 3

When the morning came Blaine didn't want to get out of his bed. He knew very well what was waiting for him on McKinley.

"Blaine, wake up." His mother said softly, shaking his shoulders gently.

"Hm...don't want to." Blaine mumbled.

"Come on, honey. You're gonna be late."

Suddenly the door made a loud noise. That startled Blaine and made him jump immediately and sit on his bed, still feeling a bit groggy.

Oh no. It was Blaine's father. He went out the day before and was probably drunk by now. Blaine didn't want to imagine what would happen. Bill was a very serious and retiring man but when he got drunk bad things happened.

"Bill, where were you? You look terrible." Liza said, concern visible in her eyes.

"I-I went out with a few friends."

He was drunk.

"Oh, come here. You need to take a shower then you'll be feeling a little better."

"What? Now you want to tell me what to do?" Bill raised his voice, with cold eyes, anger showing on them.

"Dad, stop yelling! Mom is only trying to help you." Blaine said, nervous. He held his father's arms.

"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME YOU STUPID LITTLE FAGGOT!" Blaine's father yelled shaking his hands violently.

Blaine felt tears forming on the corner of his eyes. He wouldn't cry in front of his father. He wouldn't let him know what he could do to him just by saying those offensive words.

"Sweetie, I think is better for you to go. You can eat at school." Liza did her best to smile but she just couldn't.

Blaine nodded, took some clothes, went to the bathroom to get change and rushed to his car.

The ride to Blaine's school was full of tears. He let the sobs he had been holding appear now. His life was a hell. His father always did those things to Blaine and he was tired of it. He used to have Kurt and he could go to him and cry on his strong and warm arms whenever those things happened. He would hold him and comfort him, making everything okay. Now he wasn't sure he would be allowed to do that anymore. Kurt had a boyfriend and Blaine had to get used to the idea that he would never be more than a friend to Kurt. Kurt, the boy who he loved so much probably was in love with another boy. Blaine was no one. Maybe his father was right. As he had said once, Blaine was just a waste of space.

When he arrived at school, he looked at himself in the mirror before he got out of the car. His face was extremely red, eyes swollen.

He didn't care about that. Why should he?

He entered the school and went straight to his locker finding Kurt and Noah there since his best friend's locker was next to his.

Kurt grinned when he saw Blaine but his face fell when he noticed that he had been crying.

"Blaine, what happened? Were you crying?"

"No, Kurt. I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Blaine said, voice weak, glancing to Noah, who was staring at Blaine with a suspicious look on his face.

"And about last night-" He began to explain but was interrupted by Kurt.

"Forget about last night. At least, for now. Tell me what's wrong, Blaine!"

Kurt knew Blaine too well. He knew when the other boy had been crying. Although he thought it was very cute when Blaine cried, it broke his heart to see him sad.

"Look, Kurt I'll tell you later ok? We are already late to our class" Blaine said, in a harsh tone.

"Okay, let's go. Wait for me, please!" Kurt called for Blaine when he saw that the other boy was already on his way to the class.

Blaine and Kurt had English class now. Blaine felt a bit happy when he saw that Noah and Kurt had to part but his face fell in the moment they kissed each other, jealous consuming his body. It was a simple peck on the lips but Blaine felt like his world was falling apart. God, he would give everything he had to be the one kissing Kurt's beautiful lips.

He stayed there waiting for Kurt while staring at nothing because he couldn't bring himself to keep looking at them kissing.

A few seconds later Kurt pulled apart and looked at Blaine trying to give his best smile, but not succeeding and they went to their class.

Blaine tried his best but he just couldn't concentrate in whatever the teacher was saying. He kept thinking about his mother. What if his father had done something bad to her?

He was interrupted from his thoughts we he felt a familiar, too soft hand tugging his arms.

"Blaine, didn't you hear Mr. Hastings? We need to pair up to do this essay. Do you want to be my pair?"

Blaine thought he was going to drown in the sea of Kurt's eyes. The sunlight was reflecting on them and they were shining so bright that Blaine had to fight the urge to cry. He noticed that his best friend was waiting for an answer, so he had to say something.

"Sure. If you want to."

"I want you to give the essay to me next Monday, okay?" Mr. Hastings said.

"So do you want to meet up at your house or at mine?" Kurt asked.

"Uh...anywhere you want" Blaine replied, incapable of looking the other boy in the eyes because if he did, he might cry.

"Okay, Blaine Anderson, tell what's going on right now!" Kurt noticed that everybody in the classroom turned to look at him as he said that but he didn't mind. He was worried about Blaine.

Blaine knew why Kurt was like that and he understood him. He thought that if it was him instead of Kurt he would be that way or even worse. Blaine needed Kurt. And Kurt deserved to know about what was going on with him - what his dad did to him - because he was his best friend and he was worried about him. At least that's what he liked to think.

"Kurt, can we talk later on the library?"

"Yeah. But don't you think you're going to get rid of this conversation, okay Anderson?"

"I know that, Hummel. When you want something from someone you don't stop annoying them until you get it"

They were flirting. Just like they used to. God, how had he missed those moments.

"Good that you know it." Kurt said, smirking.

The bell rang not long after that. Kurt and Blaine got out of the classroom. When Blaine opened his mouth to ask if they were still going to see each other when the class was over Noah appeared and greeted Kurt with a kiss.

"Hi, babe! How was your class?" Kurt asked when they pulled apart.

"Boring. You weren't there so…"

"Awn, you're so cute!" Kurt said with an adored voice and a goofy smile.

Blaine would give everything he had to have that smile directed to him. But well… you can't always get what you want.

"Hm.. I'm going to my class, okay?" Said Blaine.

Kurt nodded and said: "Bye, Blaine."

The rest of Blaine's day went by slowly. Everytime he caught himself thinking about Kurt and he couldn't help wondering how their conversation would be like. He needed Kurt, needed his best friend so much. He just wished they were more than just friends…