Suddenly he heard Finn’s voice yelling down the hallway. In a flash Finn was beside Blaine on the ground.

“What the hell man! Who did this?” he asked as he tore off his hoodie and placed it to the back of Kurt’s head to stem the flow of blood.

“I did.” Blaine replied, his voice just above a whisper

Blaine saw Finn’s eyes flash with rage. “You did this! What! Get the hell out of here! I knew you were trouble!”

Blaine sank farther to the ground as his body began to shake as tears streamed down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

Finn balled his fist in anger before turning towards Blaine, “SORRY! My little brother is bleeding from the head and it’s your fault! You are a freak! Just leave nobody wants you here!” he spat.

Blaine heart stopped in his chest. It had happened again he had hurt someone he loved. His breath became short as he jumped up from the tile floor and ran down the hallway away from the yelling Finn and the broken Kurt.

Blaine wasn’t sure how he had made it back home but he came too with his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet and there was a large amount of vomit mixed with melting slushy swirling in the bowl.
Blaine groaned as he sat up and flushed the toilet. He quickly rinsed his mouth with water from the tap before falling into his bed and into a restless sleep.

The next few days went by in a haze. Blaine barely got out of bed and neglected most other things like eating and going to school. Two days after the fight Blaine awoke to a loud pounding on his bedroom door. Blaine winced as he got out of bed, his body was sore from being in same position for two days. Before he could open the door it was thrust open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang. Blaine looked up despondently to see his father bearing down at him.

“What the hell are you doing? Why aren’t you at school?” He yelled.

Blaine shrugged, he didn’t care anymore. He had no reason to go to school anymore. The only thing that mattered was Kurt and now…well now Kurt wasn’t in the picture.”

“Answer me boy!”

Blaine looked down at his feet.

“If you don’t answer me Blaine I swear to god.” Blaine saw his fathers fists clench.

Instead of looking up Blaine turned from his father and walked back towards his bed. He knew it wasn’t the smart thing to do but now it didn’t matter.

A loud roar reverberated through the bedroom as Blaine was pulled back by his shirt collar and thrown to the ground. His body became the target for a myriad of punches and kicks as his father spat insults at his son.

“You ungrateful bastard, we told you what would happen if you stepped out of line one more time.” A kick landed at his ribs. “You won’t go to school at that fucking McKinley well then you don’t deserve to go there.” A swift punch to his face, causing blood to spatter out of his nose. “It’s back to Glenview for you.” Another kick to his back. “Maybe then you will finally learn your lesson!”

Blaine didn’t have the strength to fight back; instead he continued to let his father beat him to a pulp.

Finally, after what seemed like hours his father stopped bending low against Blaine’s ear and whispering…”I swear to god if your faggy ass isn’t at that school tomorrow you will have wished you were never born.” The room darkened around the edges as Blaine watched his father leave the room.

Kurt knew he was breaking countless traffic laws on his way to Blaine’s but he didn’t care. He had to get to Blaine. Kurt hurriedly pulled into the circular drive of the Anderson mansion before throwing the car into park and cutting the engine. He briefly noticed that no other cars were in the drive which meant Blaine was alone. Kurt quickly ran up the walk and into the house.

“Blaine?” He called out. “Blaine, where are you. It’s Kurt. Blaine?”
His voice echoed through the large house but he heard nothing in reply. Kurt ran up the stairs and towards Blaine’s bedroom. He knocked on the door before entering. “Blaine are you in here?” Kurt pushed the bedroom door open, it made a soft sound as it brushed against the plush carpet.

Kurt looked towards the bed to find it empty it wasn’t until he heard a soft groan. He looked down for the source and found Blaine lying in the fetal position on the floor.

“BLAINE!” Kurt ran towards the injured boy and fell to his knees. Blaine let out a moan as Kurt gentle place his hand upon the boy’s cheek. It was hot to the touch, too hot. Kurt ran a hand through Blaine’s loose curls. “Blaine, can you hear me it’s Kurt.”

“Kurt?” Blaine mumbled.

“Ya, Blaine it’s me I am here.” Kurt’s hands fluttered uselessly. Blaine’s exposed skin was already blossoming with bruises and cuts that left trails of blood running down his limbs. His right eye was nearly swollen shut and his nose was clearly broken. “Blaine, we need to get you to the hospital I am going to call 911.”

Blaine’s good eye blew wide as he attempted to sit up from the floor. “No! Kurt please don’t I can’t go to the hospital I am fine.” Blaine the proceeded to try to stand before his legs crumbled beneath him and he let out a shout of pain.

Kurt caught Blaine before he hit the floor. “Blaine, what’s wrong?

“My leg.” Blaine hissed.

Kurt looked down at Blaine’s leg and saw that since the fall it was now twisted at an extremely odd angle and clearly broken.

“Blaine, we really need to get you to the hospital. I am pretty sure your leg is broken and you are running a fever.”

“No, Kurt please.” Blaine looked up at Kurt with pleading eyes.

Kurt ran a hand through his hair, “Ok, just give me a second I need to make a phone call.” Kurt gently allowed Blaine to lean against the bed before he stood and went to the other side of the room. He pulled out his phone and dialed. It rang once before being picked up on the other line.

“Kurt! Where the hell are you? School just called and said you weren’t in class!” Burt’s voice yelled loud through the speaker.

“Dad, I need your help.” Kurt replied weakly.

Kurt could sense his father’s demeanor change immediately. “Kurt, are you ok. Where are you?”

“Dad, I am at Blaine’s house.”

“Shit…Kurt I told you he would hurt you again. I told you not to go over there!” Kurt heard the shuffle of car keys and the door slamming as his father talked.

“Dad! Please calm down it’s not me. It’s….its Blaine. He is hurt really badly and I don’t know how long he has been alone and he is sick and I think his leg is broken and Dad I just need your help. He won’t let me call 911.”

“Alright kiddo, I am on my way. What’s his address?”

“4923 Walton Circle, it’s a big white house with a circular drive. Just, Dad, please hurry.”

“I will, can you stay on the phone with me to make sure he is alright?”

“Ya I…BLAINE!” Kurt dropped his phone and the line went dead as he heard Blaine let out a soft sound of pain before he slumped onto the floor.