Blaine could feel the anger boiling inside him. How could they do this to him? He was going to New York with Kurt, now what was going to happen? He grabbed his headphones out of the back seat and headed for the locker room. He knew he shouldn't do this, Kurt's voice in the back of his head telling him to lay off the boxing, bu he had to. Nothing could take this feeling away other than boxing.

"Blaine stop!" Sam jumped out of his car seeing Blaine almost to the door, he hadd to stop him.

"I knew you were following me Evans, I'm not an idiot. You're not going to stop me so you might as well just go back home." Blaine couldn't control his anger, he wasn't ready to be around people.

"Blaine please, your hands, they-"

"I know Sam, I don't care. We're done talking." Blaine turned back around to open the door when Sam grabbed his arm.

"No, I won't let you do this, I can't." Sam said, remaining calm, hoping it would help calm Blaine down.

"Let go of me now." Blaine said in a dangerously low voice.

"No. If I let you go, you're going to go in there and start beating the punching bag, how is that going to solve whatever problem you're having now?" Sam was still gripping Blaine's arm, refusing to let go.

"If you don't let me go, I'm going to start beating you, so which will it be?" Blaine was past the point of caring, letting his anger take complete control.

"Blaine, dude come one, let's talk ab-"

Sam didn't get a chance to finish because Blaine swung his free hand around and connected with Sam's jaw, he stumbled back, crying out in pain. Blaine knew he should stop, but he just couldn't. He was too far gone to get control over himself, it felt better than any punching bag could. He moved forward to land a punch to Sam's stomach, which had him doubled over, gasping for air and pleading for Blaine to stop.

Blaine wanted to stop, but his hands, his brain, wouldn't let him, it was like they were on autopilot. He landed another punch to Sam's jaw and stomach before he was pulled off of him.

"Hey break it up! What in the world Blaine, calm down!" It was Mr. Shue pulling Blaine away from Sam. That's when he really snapped, his blood turned cold and anger coursed through him.

"Get off of me! This is all your fault! You told them, now everything is ruined!" Blaine yelled through the tears that he didn't remember falling.

"Calm down Blaine, please." Mr. Shue struggled with Blaine who was trying desperately to get out of his hold.

"No! Get off of me! Let go!" Blaine started swinging his fists wildly, hoping to get loose.

"Sam, call his parents, call someone, I can't hold him much longer." Mr. Shue yelled over Blaine's screams.

"Right, okay. I know who to call." Sam said, walking away so Blaine's screams wouldn't sound so loud.

"Hello?" Burt answered the ringing house phone.

"Mr. Hummel, it's Sam Evans. I need you and Finn to get to the school as fast as you can. It's Blaine. Don't tell Kurt, trust me it's for the best." Sam spoke in a rushed tone.

"Okay, we'll be there in a few." Burt said, not asking questions, he could hear the screams, only slightly muffled, he knew this was something serious.

"Thanks." Sam said, then hung up. Heading back over to help Mr. Shue who was still struggling with Blaine. Something bad had happened to hi, and he needed help. Sam just hoped it wasn't too late.

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It was easier than Burt thought it would be to get out of the house with Finn and have Kurt not ask questions. When they pulled into the Mckinley High parking lot they immediately noticed the commotion by the locker room door.

"What in the world?" Burt asked, mostly to himself. They could see Sam and Mr. Shue fighting to keep Blaine held down.

Finn jumped out of the car and ran toawrds them. "What happened?" He asked as Blaine let out a frustrated growl.

"He showed up outside my house, then drove off without a word. I knew he was coming here, I could tell by the look on his face, so I followed him. I tried to stop him from going in and he started beating the crap out of me. Then Mr. Shue showed up and that's when he really snapped. He was yelling about something being all his fault. We didn't know what to do." Sam explained, slightly out of breath from fighting with Blaine.

Burt had walked up while Sam was explaining what had happened. "Move Finn."
 He nudged Finn away from standing in front of Blaine.

"Burt what are you doing?" Finn asked, afraid Blaine would get his arm loose and take a swing at Burt.

"Don't worry about it." Burt directed towards Finn. "Blaine, look at me kiddo. You need to calm down and tell me what's wrong, okay? Can you do that for me?" Burt asked in a soothing yet still strong tone, noticing him stop struggling against the hole Mr. Shue and Sam had on him.

"It's his fault. Him and the rest of the teachers." Blaine spat, glaring at Mr. Shue.

"Okay, calm down buddy. What's his fault, what did he do?"

"H-he told my parents about what happened after I got back from New York. About the missed classes and the boxing." Blaine said through gritted teeth, trying to keep his control.

"Okay, you're doing great kiddo. Now, if i ask Mr. Shue to leave is it okay if Finn takes his place?" Burt asked, judging Blaine's reaction.

"Yeah, I guess." Blaine slumped against their hold, too tired to keep fighting against them.

"Will, please leave. Finn, take his arm, don't let it go." Burt instructed before turning his attention back to Blaine. "What happened with your parents kiddo?"

"I told them everything, and with what Mr. Shue told them, they want, no actually they're forcing me to transfer back to Dalton." Blaine had given up on trying to get out of the hold they had on him. He was tired and needed Kurt to tell him that everything was still going to be okay.

"Boys, let go of him."

"What? Mr. Hum-"

"Just do it Sam, Finn and I can handle it from here, you just go on home."

"Okay, if you need anything, just call." Sam said, glancing at his broken friend for just a second before running to his car.

Finn put his arm more securely around Blaine to hold him up. "Taking him to Kurt?"

"Yeah, he needs him, and they need to talk."

Once they got Blaine seated in the back and started the short drive home, Finn could hear Blaine crying, but trying to be quiet so no one could hear him. Right then, Finn knew he needed to talk to Kurt, before Blaine, before Burt, he needed to talk to him, brother to brother.

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As soon as Burt and Finn had left, Kurt tried calling Blaine. There was this agging feeling in his stomach telling him they weren't heading to the tire shop like they said. Not getting a reply from Blaine only made him believe it that much more. He needed to talk to Blaine, to make sure everything was okay. He was just about to call Blaine's house phone when he heard the car pull up. He dropped his phone on his bed and ran downstairs, almost running into Finn.

"Hey, whoa, where are you going, I was just coming to talk to you." Finn said surpised

"You didn't go to the tire shop. Wherever you went, it had something to do with Blaine. What's going on?" Kurt was in no mood for any of Finn's usual crap, he needed to know what was going on, he wanted answers.

"Okay, calm down little brother, that's what I was coming to talk to you about. Can we go upstairs?"

"Yeah, sure whatever." Kurt turned around and headed back upstairs. He didn't see Finn texting Blaine's phone to let Burt know it was clear to bring Blaine inside.