Desperate

Blaine's desperate to get out of this terrifying endless pit of darkness. He needs to get away from Karfosky, his Dad and the feeling of cowardice as someone from Blaine's past returns with some dark plans.

His mask was slowly but surely collapsing piece by piece. It was only a matter of time before the real Blaine – the one that had been hiding so well for the past year – would be revealed to the world.

It was inevitable, Blaine knew this. The thought of the real, the flawed Blaine to be seen simply terrified him. All his life, he lived behind this mask that portrayed him as a happy-go-lucky guy who was popular with many friends, sociable and fun to be around. It was all a lie, of course, as Blaine hated his life. There was a good reason for this though as he certainly lived a tough life.

After coming out to his family when he was 14 his father didn't react well; to that Blaine had to stay in the hospital for a week due to serious injuries to his head and chest. Ever since then, his father has beat him up countless of times and refuses to consider Blaine as his son. All he is to him is a burden to his perfect family dynamic and doesn't hold back to vocalise this. His mother also refuses to talk to him or even look at him.

It was good for all of them when Blaine's parents sent him off to Dalton Academy . His parents wanted to see the back of their son and Blaine actually felt grateful for this; he needed a break from his parents and the constant abuse.

"Kurt." The voice whispered shakily.

"Blaine? What's wrong? Are you ok?" Kurt demanded. He was worried to the say at the least, it was 2am and Blaine suddenly called him with this shaken voice.

"I..I'm fine. I just, just..." His voice broke off. Blaine couldn't tell Kurt the truth, Kurt didn't deserve to be thrown into the deep end of Blaine's problems. Anyway, it's a private matter so it was none of his business either. But at the time, it was the young boy's initial reaction – to reach out to Kurt.

"I just had a... nightmare and wanted to double check you were ok. Sorry for waking you up Kurt." He blurted out feeling ashamed for lying so pathetically.

"...A nightmare? A lousy nightmare interrupted my precious beauty sleep? Blaine, I love you and all but you can't call me up whenever you see me getting eaten by a spider in your dreams." Kurt sighed, half-joking half-serious.

Blaine took a quick breath in, " I'm really sorry Kurt..I realise how stupid it was of me." He looked up to feel spits of rain land on his face. It was pitch dark but the night sky had an eerie glow to it.

"Blaine, you there? Blai-" the voice of his boyfriend interrupted his thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry just got distracted. Anyway, again I'm sorry for waking you up at such an ungodly hour. Hope it doesn't mess up your beauty sleep too much, not that you need it. I'll leave you to catch some sleep." His voice seemed more confident now, more "Blainey-like" the one his friends knew and loved.

Kurt sighed. "Mmhm, I'll forgive you because you're taking me to the fashion night but never again you hear me Mister?" He heard Blaine chuckle and mumble a "yes". "Good, right you go to sleep! Night Blaine!"

"Night Kurt."

Blaine pressed the end call button on his phone and just stared at it for a while before shivering involuntarily. It was cold outside, and the sweat that stuck to his body chilled him.

The silence in this deserted street comforted Blaine. It allowed him to pretend he was the only person in the world - away from hate, violence and away from him.

His father had been waiting for him when Blaine returned to his home for the weekend. Blaine found him sitting on the sofa in the living room muttering to himself with a half-empty beer bottle hanging loosely from his fingertips. As soon as floorboards Blaine stood on creaked his father's eyes shot up to him. The venom and hate that took over his eyes never failed to hurt Blaine, how could anyone get used to such a hate-filled look from their own flesh and blood?

"You little faggot." The sneer echoed across the room. Blaine didn't even blink, he couldn't shake of the overpowering feeling of fear that consumed him. His father had called him that many times in the past but this time Blaine could feel it was different. If it were possible, he heard more disgust in his Dad's voice this time. He didn't speak, just kept watching his father – terrified at what would happen next.

"You disgusting piece of shit, you fucked up bastard." The words cut into Blaine like a sharp knife slicing his skin. The words hurt, they would always will.

"How dare you come to MY house after what you've been doing! You're obviously are fucked up so bad that you think you own the house, don't ya? Come when you want, leave when you want. No wonder Martha left." Blaine winced at his mother's name being said. His mother left him and his father, said she couldn't stand any of them – her husband for never being at home and constantly being drunk and Blaine for being a "filthy gay". Undoubtedly, his father blames Blaine for this and doesn't let him forget it.

Silence.

"Oi, fucking prick. Say something, explain yourself now or so help me." The raw voice of his father's voice caused Blaine to jump. He didn't know what to say.

"I..I don't understand what's going on Dad." He whispered looking at his feet, only looking up to see his Dad get up from the sofa and lunge himself towards Blaine grabbing him by the shoulders and shoving him to the wall.

Blaine let a whimper out as his father's grip tightened, his hands digging harshly into his shoulders. His face centimetres from Blaine's he sneered:

"Don't you FUCKING dare call me that you sick little boy. I am in no way related to you, got that? You stop being my son when you decided you wanted to fuck boys."

Blaine nodded not looking at his father. His eyes were clenched shut trying desperately to fight back tears.

His father did not like this sight at all. Blaine looked like he was about to cry just like what a pansy does. He was repulsed.

"Crying now? Oh for fuck sake, you shit. You come to my house just to flaunt your fagness in my face? Heh, we'll see who's left with no fucking face after this you bitch!"

And then Blaine felt his father's strong fist slam straight into his face. The pain was felt instantly and he yelped in pain sliding down the wall before being roughly pulled up by his father only to feel another blow to his cheek.

Then he lost count of how many punches were made to his face or the kicks that made him double-up in pain and breathing heavily struggling for breath.

The punches and kicks kept coming until Blaine literally didn't have the breath or air to scream in pain.

He just lay there, the pain had numbed his body and left him unable to move. He could hear his father's heavy breaths from on top of him.

"You and your new love-interest fag can fuck off together. I don't want to ever see your face again. I'm no longer giving you the fucking pleasure of going to Dalton. I thought being around other guys would make you cured but I guess not. Made you ever more of a queer than you already were. Personally, I hope you get killed in some fire but for now we no longer are related. That'll teach you not to go behind my back and get yourself a fuck buddy." And with that his father spat on Blaine and stormed out the front door.

Blaine couldn't move, his body refused to respond to his pleads. He wanted to get up and run before his father came back but his body ached at the slightest movement. That's when he broke down and started to cry, his tears streaming down his face due to the pain, the hurt, the fear and the humiliation.

A/N: This is my first fanfic ever, so please excuse any noob mistakes

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