(8:17pm) Can I please come over.
(8:18)
Of course. You're always welcome here Blaine. What's wrong?
(8:20)
Get the ice ready.
(8:22)
Again? Blaine. What happened this time?
(8:23)
What always happens. I'm not Cooper, and I'm not straight.
(8:24)
Come here. Dad and Carole are in Columbus until tomorrow afternoon and Finn is at the Berry's.
(8:26)
Leaving now. See you soon. I love you.
(8:27)
Drive safe. I love you too.

When Kurt heard the knock on the door he knew who was there. He got up off the couch with the ice pack in hand and opened the front door. He gasped in disbelief when he saw his boyfriend in front of him.

"Blaine…" Kurt's heart stopped as Blaine walked inside.

"It doesn't feel as bad as it looks. Promise." He took off his jacked and placed it on the chair.

"Is that your bad eye?" Kurt asked gently running his fingertips over the fresh bruise.

"Nah. Seriously love. It's okay. I'm okay. You should see him. Not a scratch on him." He took the pack and placed it on his eye.

"What did your mom say?" Kurt asked hurt by the multiple marks on Blaine's fragile body.

"She wasn't home. She was visiting Coop. He got a new apartment or something. He needed help moving in."

"So why didn't your dad go? Isn't that more of a father son job?" Kurt questioned has he handed Blaine two Tylenol and a bottle of water.

Blaine took the pills before answering. "Why go with her when he could give me yet another lecture. Which he knew would end up being a physical fight. Since it always ends that way especially when he has a beer or two in him…" Blaine trailed off before looking away.

"Blaine. What did he say this time?" Kurt rested his hand gently on Blaine's shoulder hoping there was no bruise.

"What he always says Kurt. That I'm a disappointment. That this is a phase. I'll get over this, there's no way someone like him deserves a gay son. What did he do wrong to end up with someone like me? You know how it is Kurt. You know how my dad is. It's not going to change. He's never going to accept me for who I am. And I have to learn to accept it."

Kurt sighed. "Blaine…I don't understand why your dad hate's the idea of you being gay so much. It's stupid. You're his son."

"Not if he had a choice. Cooper is his son. Cooper makes him proud. What does Blaine do? Blaine sits on his sore ass all day singing and watching show tunes. Blaine has no future, because Anderson's aren't performers. Their owners of big businesses. They're entrepreneurs. Not fucking queers dancing around in tutus singing fucking show tunes!" Blaine's blood was boiling. He chucked the water bottle across the room before sliding down the wall. His face was soon in his knees and his body began trembling.

Kurt rushed over to Blaine's side ignoring the crash coming from the bottles impact on one of Carole's many knick-knacks. "Blaine, please don't say things like that. Don't convince yourself of the immature and naïve things your father says. You're much more than that. So screw it if you're not what he wanted. He needs to suck it up and realize that his son is perfect. So perfect." Kurt looked down at his hand in Blaine's before looking at his puffy eyes. The bruise was darker than before, but the olive green of his eyes sparkled, as they always did when he looked at Kurt. "Would it make you feel any better if I offered to let you stay the night? You know how I love it when you're sleeping beside me."

"You know I feel so much safer with you next to me Kurt." Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder as he released a soft sigh. "He always tries to get me to leave you. But I won't. I can't…"

"Shh. Blaine. I know." Kurt placed a soft kiss on Blaine's head. How about that skin schlepping regime then we can cuddle in my bed."

"Cuddles and sweet Kurt kisses?"

"Is there any other way to do it, love?"

Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's lips sweetly. "I love you."

Kurt kissed Blaine back gently and mumbled against his lips. "I love you too. And I always will.