Once the car stopped in front of Kurt's house, Blaine smiled at his sleeping figure, and woke him up. He really didn't have the heart to do it, but the smile Kurt gave him made it worth it.
"Hey there, sleepy-head. We're here. Just give me a ring if you need anything and I'll be there. What time tomorrow?" Blaine asked. Kurt's eyebrows wrinkled.
"Noon. Lunch, I will meet you by door four." Kurt said, and Blaine watched him get out of the car, letting a cold rush of air in, or maybe Blaine was just cold with emptiness as soon as Kurt left.
As soon as Kurt was inside of his house, Blaine drove back to his school. he walked up the stairs, and ran into David.
"Hey, man, who was that kid you were with?" he questioned.
"A really good friend." Blaine said. It killed him saying this, but he said it and then walked to his dorm. Blaine would have to go to his father's house this weekend. How wonderful.
Kurt walked in and his father was in the living room watching the game, so he paid no mind. Kurt walked to his room, and he lay on his bed. He couldn't do anything. He had one day left in the week.
Finally, sleep overcame both of them, and they slept without a dream on their mind.
Kurt woke up early and did his daily moisturizing routine, and got dressed. He grabbed an extra pair of clothes, he would need them if he were to get slushied.
The school day dragged on forever until lunch, Kurt went to the back door, and watched for the familiar black car to pull up, and it did. He opened the door for Blaine, and the pair ran to the lunch room, looking for Karofsky.
"Hey, David, can we have a minute?" Blaine asked, and he rolled his eyes, but the boy complied.
"Oh so Hummel here has a little boyfriend." Karofsky said with a smirk.
"Kurt told me about what you did. I just want to let you know when you are ready to come out, we have a support group ho can help you through any stress." Blaine said. Kurt's eyes grew wide, and Karofsky, looked around.
"What do you... no. No. I'm not like you guys, I'm normal, I like chicks." he said, and Blaine looked at him.
"I just want you to know that you are not alone." Blaine said and Karofsky shoved him up against a wall. Blaine put his arms up in defeat, and Karofsky walked away.
"Well he's not coming out any time soon. Are we still going ice skating tomorrow?" Blaine asked.
"As long as you still want to." Kurt said rolling his eyes at the sudden change of subject. They walked to a table, Blaine payed for their lunches, and they ate.
Lunch was over and Blaine left the school, Kurt went on with his day.
It soon ended, and Blaine started packing for his dad's. He took his time, making sure all of his things were neatly folded- he didn't want his dad to have anything to criticize him about.
Soon he was in his car, with his bags in the trunk. He drove down the highway. Thirty minutes until he was 'home'.
Eventually, there were five minutes until he would be there, so he stopped at the 7-11 to get hot chocolate. He sat in his car sipping the liquid chocolate, it warmed his insides.
He started the engine once more, and continued on into the neighborhood that held nothing but bad memories. Blaine parked in the driveway and grabbed his bags, going, against his will, into the house.
"Hey, son. How have you been? Keeping your grades up?" Mr. Anderson asked his son.
"Yeah dad, top of my class. I've been okay." Blaine said, looking down. His dad smiled and went into the kitchen. Blaine walked up to his room and put his bags down.
His guitar was sitting there next to his bed, he hadn't played it for so long. He closed his door, picked it up, and strummed. It was tuned perfectly. Those strings were worth the thirty dollars he paid for them.
"Plus I get weak in the knees fall head over heels baby, and every other cheesy cliche. Yes I'm swept off my feet oh my heart skips a beat, and there's really only one thing to say." he sand in rhythm with the guitar.
His stomach growled, so he put his guitar down and walked to his door. Blaine went into the kitchen and looked in the fridge, and found a ton of food. He turned around, and his father was standing behind him.
"So, Blaine, you got yourself a girlfriend?" his dad asked him.
"No dad. I never will, you know this. I'm... I'm not like other boys." Blaine said. His father always asked him about girls, as if it would change Blaine.
"A man can only hope for his son to be good. You're just a disappointment." his dad said, and Blaine looked at him with so much hurt in his eyes. His father pushed him to the ground and kicked his ribs.
"Dad, please... no." Blaine tried to say, but he could hardly breath. His father chuckled darkly.
"Shut up, I'm trying to beat some sense into you." his father whispered into Blaine's ear. He had been drinking. Too much.
"Dad please stop it." Blaine managed to say.
"I said SHUT UP!" his father growled, kicking Blaine in the head. Blaine shouted, and he felt blood drip down his cheek.
Blaine tried getting up, but his father stepped on his leg, and Blaine heard it crack, he wanted to throw up. His father turned around for a second and Blaine gt up quickly ignoring his leg burning. He pushed his dad onto the couch, and ran up to his room.
He picked up his cell phone and dialed the familiar number.
"Blaine? What's wrong? It's late." Kurt's voice came from the phone. Blaine rattled off his address.
"Kurt, come pick me up please. My head is hurting. I'll explain later. Please." Blaine said. He felt himself start getting dizzy and tired. He stayed awake though.
Twenty minutes later, he heard a car pull into his driveway. He let Kurt in, who looked at Blaine and almost screamed, but Blaine covered his mouth.
"Don't worry about me. Just hurry and help me load the trunk." Blaine said, and they took Blaine's things to Kurt's car. Finally all of his things were int he trunk.
"Blaine, you know you aren't allowed to have boys over." he heard his father say, with a laugh. His father rushed up to them, and tried to push Blaine, but Kurt stood in front of him.
"You won't be hurting Blaine anymore, Mr. Anderson." Kurt said, pulling Blaine to his car. He put Blaine in the passenger seat, and got into the driver seat. Kurt looked at Blaine, who was crying his eyes out.
Kurt put in a CD, and Blaine looked a little relieved as the foreign language erupted throughout the car. As soon as the beginning of the song was through, he found himself singing to The Circle of Life.
Kurt smiled at the man, who now seemed like a little boy. Kurt decided he would bring Blaine to the hospital. They entered the parking lot, and Kurt lifted Blaine out of the front seat.
He set Blaine down once they got inside, and he helped him over to the front desk.