Blaine stepped into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. you’re a mess, anderson. He took off his shirt reveiling 4 dark bruises, and a scar that ran across his chest. This happened recently. Kurt wouldn’t have noticed anyway. He ran his hands through his hair. "I hate this." He looked around the bathroom as if the walls were closing in on him, his phone rang, and it scared it. But he picked it up.

"H’lo?"

"Home. Now."

"…Dad?"

"Don’t ever call me that."

"…."

"Blaine. Talk to me."

"A- about?"

"I’m sorry… just come home. I won’t ever hurt you again."

yeah right. you said that last time and the time before that.

"I can’t."

"Blaine."

"No."

"Tell ya what, break up with faggy face and i’ll never touch ya again."

Blaine gripped the phone tightly.

"I’d rather you kill me slowly then live a life without Kurt."

"Home. Now."

The phone hung up and Blaine turned as white as a ghost, stepping out of the bathroom and into the living room, he slipped passed Burt and Carol and sat down next to Kurt. "I…" He realized he forgot to put his shirt back on, Kurt saw him, and so did Burt and Carol because they were suddenly out there as well. "Shiiit." He said before heading for the door.