Blaine Anderson hated his home life. Sure, he was more than comfortable money wise and he didn’t have much to worry about, except his flaws. Dalton was a better home for Blaine than the Anderson household would ever be. But he knew that if he put up a fight about going home, Kurt and the other Warblers would start asking questions. It was bad enough they kept asking why he seemed skinnier than he had before and he didn’t want to draw attention to his problems.
One part of the year Blaine couldn’t stand is Christmas break, where he would spend weeks away from what he always thought was his true home.

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“Well Blaine, I see that they are not regulating your diet at school. Maybe you should skip a few meals over the month.” William Anderson said, circling around Blaine, examining him as if he was just a common painting. Blaine stood there, curling his hands into fists so tight that he’s afraid he’ll draw blood. It’s the same routine every time he comes home for any holiday. William circles his son, looking for any imperfection he can find. And it usually ends up being his weight, but sometimes it would be his social skills.
At every Christmas party William threw for his coworkers and clients, he always told Blaine that he “should keep his mouth shut and try not to embarrass him in front of these people because they were the reason he could be sent to Dalton”. So Blaine would end up standing with his mother, giving people fake smiles and avoiding questions on if he was being fed enough at school. Even if Blaine did this, his father would find something that he did wrong and criticize him about that.
Everything was fine until Blaine received a text rom Kurt asking how his break was going and William found this. Unluckily for Blaine, it was right at the end of the party and he wouldn’t be able to get away.
As the last guest left, Blaine tried to make his escape and slip unnoticed upstairs to his room.
“Blaine Elijah Anderson. Don’t you try to avoid this situation.” William’s sharp voice called from the living room. Blaine’s shoulders dropped at this and he slowly made his way to where his father was waiting for him.
“Yes father?” Blaine had to conceal all venom in his voice. He didn’t want to make the situation worse.
“Can you explain who that text was from Blaine?”
“My friend Kurt Hummel sir. I believe that I told him about you before. He transferred to Dalton because he was being bullied at his old school.” William turned around to face his son.
“Kurt Hummel. I believe that you might have told me that he was like you and that’s why he left. Now, can you tell me why he was texting you?”
Blaine gulped. “He wanted to know how my break was going and if I wanted to hang out sometime before we went back to school.” William was silent for a moment.
“So, you and this Kurt expect me to let you drive all the way to where ever he lives to just visit him when you’ll see him at school…”
“Sir, I just want to check in and see if the guy who was bullying him was giving him any trouble. And we were going to meet at a halfway point between here and Lima.” At that moment, Blaine knew that he shouldn’t have said anything because either something in the tone of his voice or what he said caused William to lash out and slap Blaine across the face. He only let out a small gasp of pain and took a small step back. William hadn’t moved except to turn his back to his son.
“Blaine, I thought that I raised a gentleman. And gentlemen do not speak back to their elders as you just did. Go up to your room and get out of my sight.” Blaine just stood rooted the spot that he was in before. He was still slightly in shock, but managed to start making his way up the stairs when William said “And if it pleases you, you may see that Kurt. But remember, skip a few meals. The Harrisons are bringing their daughter tomorrow night for dinner and I want you to not make a pig of yourself and embarrass me.”