Blaine refused to go home that night; he probably wouldn’t ever go back there because of his dad. He went back to the Hummel-Hudson home with Kurt, Bur t and Carole. He knew that Kurt would need him; this was his first night home and after what he went through, this was going to be hard. Blaine grabbed his crutches and followed everyone into the house, watching Kurt closely.
“Are you okay?” Blaine asked.
“It feels weird being here, i haven’t been here for ages. I stand here and think about the last time i was here and what happened after.” Kurt kept looking around at everything in the room, taking in the familiar surroundings.
“We’ll get past this, you will get past this and we can move on. It’ll be hard but we can do it.”
Kurt nodded and smiled at Blaine, running his hand along the back of the couch as he walked past it. He had missed comfort while he was gone, the hospital bed wasn’t exactly comfortable but it was better than the floor. He also couldn’t wait to get some sleep because he couldn’t do much at the hospital, well he more refused to. They wouldn’t leave the light on for him or keep the door open, so he was scared. He walked through to his room and he could tell that people had been in there. He needed to shower, he’d washed at the hospital but he needed one here. He needed the familiar.
“Kurt, do you need a moment to yourself?” Blaine asked him.
Kurt shook his head and turned round, he smiled at Blaine. “No i’m okay.”
“Are you sure?”
Kurt shook his head again, tears back in his eyes. “No i’m not okay. What is wrong with me?”
“Nothing is wrong with you, you’re amazing.”
“Then why do so many people hate me? Most of the people at McKinley hated me, Karofsky kissed me and tormented me and the jocks beat the crap out of me, then at Dalton I had Oliver, Daniel and Sebastian. Now you’re dad. What is it about me that makes people hate me? All i want is to be happy and left alone.” Kurt cried. Blaine walked up to him and hugged him, rubbing his back and kissing the side of his head.
“You are the most amazing person that I know, you really are. Oliver, Daniel and Sebastian were jealous of you and me, those jerks at McKinley just didn’t like what we are and him... he was just an asshole. Kurt you are didn’t deserve any of that; people are going to be better to you when we get back to New York.” Blaine took Kurt’s face in his hands, stroking his cheeks and smiling at him. “When you’re famous, you can look back at your past and the people who did all those things to you and you can laugh at them. They will be in silly dead end jobs and you will be famous and doing everything that you want to do. Trust me Kurt.”
“You always know how to make me feel better.” Kurt hugged Blaine again, burying his face in Blaine’s neck.

Kurt decided it was time to go to bed; he got changed into his pyjamas and got into bed. He looked over at Blaine who was standing by the bed, also in his pyjamas and shuffling nervously.
“Are you getting in or sleeping in the spare room?”
Blaine got in and snuggled up in bed; Kurt turned round and felt Blaine spooning behind him. They snuggled for a while before they both fell asleep.
Kurt was back in that dark cold room, he was alone and crying. He was curled up in a ball and singing softly to himself when the door creaked open and he looked up. He saw Mr. Anderson leaning over him with things in his hands, a gag and something shiny. Mr. Anderson gagged Kurt and oh god, this was the one thing he didn’t tell anyone but the doctors. Mr. Anderson pushed Kurt down and held him down with his foot, grabbing Kurt’s shirt and pulling it up. He saw the shiny thing in his capturers hand move closer and closer to his stomach, then he realised it was a knife. His screams were muffled as the knife scraped over his skin; tears ran down his cheeks as he felt the blood trickling down his skin. Letters were being written and it was incredibly painful.

Kurt woke up crying and screaming, the light was on which he was grateful for but then he turned his head and saw Blaine, Burt and Carole looking at him with a worried look. Blaine pulled him close and stroked his hair while Kurt cried in his arms, he didn’t mind being woken up in the middle of the night.
“I’m sorry.” Kurt cried.
“Shhh it’s okay.” Blaine said softly. “It’s not your fault.”
“He hurt me.”
“He who?”
“Your dad, he wrote words into my skin using a knife. I didn’t tell you because i’m disgusting.”
Blaine was shocked and very disgusted to hear what his father did, he could’ve guessed what was written but he still wanted to see it.
“Can i see?”
Kurt lifted his shirt and there written on his stomach was the word ‘fag’. It didn’t look deep enough to scar badly or scar at all but seeing the words there was horrible. He couldn’t believe what that man had done to his boyfriend. He wanted him to rot and suffer; he never ever wanted to see him again. He had no idea why that man was so evil, why he would take an innocent boy and hurt him like that, it was sick and cruel. He wished his mother had seen what he was like years ago and left him, he was one of the few children that wanted his parents to break up. He knew he’d be safe with his mother.
“I’m so sorry. I really don’t think it’ll scar.” Blaine told his boyfriend. “Why don’t we put on a movie and snuggle?”
“When Harry Met Sally?”
“Of course.”