Blaine blinked once, twice, before opening his eyes. The clarity hindering his vision and hurting his eyes, making them close again. He opened it again and looked around, and realized he was in a strange place, but a acknowledged place. He looked around again, searching for a clue to tell where he was, what made his head spin in pain.

"Ahhhhh" He groaned, putting a hand in his eyes already closed, in a vain attempt to make the pain stop.

"Hey buddy, are you alright?" He heard a voice hoarse with the sleep, but worried enough.

Blaine opened one eye a little to see where the voice comes. "M-Mr. Hummel?"

"Yeah, Kiddo!" Dropping a slight chuckle "Oh my God Blaine, even now you call me Mr. Hummel, It's Burt." The older man said with a soft smile approaching the boy lying on the couch.

"What are you doing here sir?" Asked confused, closing his eyes again.

"Well, well, this is my house, the real question it is, what happened to you?" Burt spoke staring at Blaine, who remained silent. "Look Blaine, I'm not making you talk, who am i to make you do that? I am not your father." Blaine winced a little the word 'Father', but Burt thought to be because of the injuries, so he kept talking. "We just want to make what is the best to you, okay?"

"Thanks Mr. Humm - Burt," Blaine said as he heard the footsteps of his boyfriend's father died.

Wow. Okay. What did exactly happen yesterday? Blaine thought, closing his eyes harder than it should, letting the previous night's events fill his mind. Boomer. Fight with Dad. Kick out of home. ugh. Pain. Kurt's call. More Pain. Hospital. Then ... what?

"Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhh!" Blaine snapped, exasperated. He couldn't

concentrate, much less remember what happened next, only that he is on Kurt's home now.

***

He must have fell sleep again, because he was woken up by footsteps coming down the stairs, which made the house tremble ...

"BURT, CAROLE, I'M GOING TO -" He was cut off by another voice, stressed as well, Blaine could recognize it anywhere.

"Finn" Kurt whispered angrily, "Shut up! Blaine's asleep! Burt and Carole are not even here, now SHUT UP."

"Blaine?! Wher--- SHIT!! WHAT HAPPENED WITH HIM KURT?" Finn asked with a worried tone.

"Finn" Kurt's anger rising like the tone of his voice, "If you keep screaming, I swear I'll ..."

"Okay, Okay, But what Hap-" Finn was cut off when he saw the smallest boy of the three of which were in the room standing up.

"I-I'm fine guys, Don't worry," Blaine said, smiling, lean on the couch, his head spinning more than ever, his body complained of pain, but his smile never failing. "I'm fine" It was just a whisper now, almost inaudible.

"Blaine," Kurt said, letting his discussion with Finn, who was just staring at the scene motionless to help his boyfriend to lean. "You have to rest"

"I already said that I'm fine Kurt"

"HA! Have you heard yourself saying that?" Finn said on the other end of the room, getting a 'bitch glare' of Kurt,What made him go away.

Kurt helped Blaine to sit, the smaller boy rested his cheek, carefully, because it was really bruised, in the countertenor shoulder.

"You know," Kurt began, looking down. "Finn is right"

"I'm sorr -" Blaine said with a broken voice.

"Let me finish, He's right, I know That you're not fine honey" Blaine smiled at the Kurt saying the word. "I want to help you, but i cant do it if i dont know what's wrong"

"It's just," Blaine began, and then stopped, he didn't know how to continue, he felt the tears filling his eyes.

"It's just what, Baby?" Kurt said, turning gently, so he would not hurt Blaine and stand eye to eye with the person he loves. "You can tell me anything, you know that. You've Been here for me, always." Leaning their forehead together "let me do the same to you"

"I dont want to bring all this to you," Blaine said.

"Well, you Already did, in that day, in That Certain staircase, somehow" Kurt said with a soft kiss on the lips in the boy that was sitting in front of him. "Please?"

Blaine nodded slightly and looked down.

Kurt swallowed dried prior to your first question,he saw that Blaine wouldn't speak for spontaneous and free will.

 "W-Who did this to you?"

Blaine sighed heavily, looked at Kurt's eyes, wondering how to answer that simple question. This simple question, that when he answer to Kurt, would change their relationship forever, maybe for good or for bad, he still didn't know, didn't know how Kurt would deal with it.

Now looking away and holding Kurt's hand, watching as the two were together he said. "It-It was my D-Dad"

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