Hey guys, two chapters, really close to each other, That's crazy! But anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this, and review please.
P.S.: Have a part in the last chapter that Blaine's father say " Don' . . AT. Me .Understood?" And came just like "...understood" And i don't really know a lot of places on the city...

Blaine was lying on the ground with shards of glass scattered everywhere, he barely could see a thing, Because of the tears, or maybe even the pain. He couldn't believe what just happened, was all very unreal, his father, blood of his blood, kicked his own son out of home, where he would go now?
He tried to get up, but he couldn't, the pain was stronger, everything hurt, even his hair. But he had to get up, if he stays, would be worse.
Blaine gave a loud sigh, and tried, after an amazing effort, stay in a sitting position. He rested his hands on the floor, on the side of his body, trying to avoid the broken glass, counted slowly to three and get up. Screamed really loudly, the palms of his hands were bleeding, (had to lean on something and, well ...). His legs were wobbly, barely able to hold his weight, he was very weak, nearly fell again, if haven't relied on the wall.
He began to crawl down the wall until he reached the stairs, he looked to the inanimate object as if it were the biggest monster in the world, every bone in his body protested, he didn't felt that way, with all that fear inside him, since he made his first performance In The Warblers.
One foot after the other, after much time and pain, he reached to the top of the stairs and limped until he found his room.
Grabbed a suitcase and started packing all that he saw in front of him, he didn't care, why he would have clothes if he hadn't a place to stay?! But he keep doing anyway. When he finished packing his things, he came back to the living room and went straight for the door, but before leaving, he gave one last look at the house where he spent his last years, the house where he grew up, had his worst and best times, and with a heavy sigh, he left.
When he left, it was getting dark, people passed by him and just stared, a teenager, all bloodied and bruised, walking on a busy street and nobody cares, when he meets people's eyes, they just run away as fast as possible, maybe they think he was a bad guy, Blaine thought.
He kept walking, or trying to walk, and took his cell phone in his pant's pocket, maybe he could call someone, ask for help, but his cell phone was with the screen broken and stained with blood, it was lost.
He stopped walking to catch his breath, he was getting tired, when he spotted a pay phone and called the first person that came to mind.

"K-Kurt?" He stuttered
"Who is it?" The boy's voice on the other line side entering through the Blaine's ears, for a really short period of time, it appeared that everything was normal. .
"It's Blaine"
"This is not Blaine's voice" Kurt said "Who are you and how you got my phone number?" Then Blaine realized his voice was really different, the tone was more tired and hoarse, he didn't sound like himself anymore, so he punched the booth, regretting soon after.
"Kurt, It's me ... Please" Blaine whispered
"If you are really Blaine, why you didn't call me from his cellphone?"
"It's broke-b ... Kurt, i need help" Blaine moaned
"Th-This is not funny," Kurt said finally.
"Please" The younger boy whispered.
"Okay, where are you?"
Blaine looked around for the first time since he arrived there, and recognized the place at the same time and gave a tired laugh.
"In front of Lima Bean"
"Okay," Kurt said hanging up the phone.
Time passed, and Blaine wasn't sure anymore if Kurt really was coming or not, he kept leaning on the payphone, if it was a normal day, maybe he would feel guilty, the phone is public place, everyone should use, it's not a place for him just stand there, but honestly now, He didn't give a damn, when a car stopped in front of him.
"Bl-Blaine" The voice said, in shock. He put his arm in front of his eyes, trying to taking the light and to see the person behind the voice.
"Y-Yeah"
"Come here" Narrowing his eyes a little more, he realized from who the voice came from, Kurt had come and he went to meet the person.
Kurt hugged him very strong, what made his body protest, but he didn't care, now that he was here.
"Kurt, i need a place to stay," said Blaine
"Nope"
"What?"
"I mean, get in the car I'll take you to the hospital, and after that, WE are going to my house and sees what we gonna do about it" Kurt said softly, and so did Blaine.
"Kurt, i don't think this is a good idea -" Blaine started to say but was cut off by Kurt.
"Blaine, have you look to you already?" Said "For my dead wizard god sake, Blaine, we're going to the hospital right now, you like it or not, I'm worried about you."
"I'm sorry" Blaine whispered looking down.
"Don't be," Kurt said stroking his cheek before turning on the car and and left.

I gave a really bad excuse for the title of the story, it was actually because of the maroon 5 song, but I wanted to do something different, Blaine always end up going straight to the Kurt's house and etc ... but I hope you have enjoyed ...