I dreamt about him again. Kurt was my boyfriend, but he was also my best friend. He made me feel so special. He made me feel like I was worth something. I tell him everything. Well, not everything. I wanted to tell him, but I didn't want him to worry. I checked my phone and I had two text messages. One was from Kurt, the other from my father, whom I hated.I opened Kurt's messages first. It was a simple "Good morning" and telling me to come pick him up for school. I texted him good morning back. Then I opened the one from my father.

It read: "You're such a stupid fag. What the hell is wrong with you? Nobody loves you. You're so fucking worthless and pathetic. You're stupid little fairy boyfriend is too. You're just a waste of fucking space…" It said more, but I deleted the message when tears started forming in my eyes.

Every day he had to remind me how much he hated me, how stupid I was, how I don't deserve to be living, and so on. I got up to start getting ready. That's when I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart started beating faster, knowing what was coming next. My father kicked my bedroom door open and started screaming at me. He'd been doing this almost every day since my mother died. I instantly started thinking about my mom. That's when I had a flashback.

It was a little over a year ago. My mom and I were going to the store. We were having a wonderful day, singing along to the radio and talking about anything and everything. My mom was such a safe driver. All of a sudden, a truck came around the corner, going over the speed limit. It was coming straight towards us. My mom was going to try to prevent it from hitting us head on. It had been raining earlier that morning, so when my mom turned the wheels suddenly, she lost control and the car spun three times before a van hit our car. It hit directly on the driver's side of the car. The van hit us so hard that every window of the car shattered. I had glass all over me, and I looked beside me and that's when my heart dropped. My mom's door was crashed in on her, pinning her down to her seat. Her airbag had failed to work, so the damage to her face was worse than I had imagined. I didn't see her move and she didn't make any noise. I tried to talk to her. "Mom?" I whispered, begging to hear her answer. Just one word would've been good enough for me. She didn't respond or move for a minute or so, causing me to panic more. Right when I started crying harder, I saw her move. She turned her head so slowly, and that's when I got a good look at her face. My beautiful mother had blood all over her face. "I…love…you" She whispered to me, so slow that it sent chills through me entire body. A few seconds later, her eyelids fell shut, and she became completely unresponsive. I didn't think I could cry any harder, but I believe that I did. I closed my eyes tightly and prayed that it was all a nightmare, fully knowing that it was real. It wasn't long before I heard sirens. Paramedics easily opened my car door, and started to pull me out. I tried to fight them, telling them that I didn't want to leave my mother. But they drug me out of the car and put me onto a stretcher. I had apparently passed out, because the next time I opened my eyes, I was in the ambulance. I looked down at my hands in all their blood-covered horror. I instantly asked the paramedics about my mother. They told me she had died. That was the worst day of my life.

When the flashback ended, my father was in my face, screaming at me. Telling me how worthless I was, how he hated how gay I was, and how he would've already killed me if it weren't for him going to jail. His words stung, but it was nothing like the pain that I felt next. He started by punching me in the stomach five times. I doubled over, holding my stomach. He then grabbed my neck to pull me up, and clasped both hands around it and squeezed hard. When he finally quit choking me, he punched me in my right eye. I collapsed to the floor of my bedroom and I was shaking from fear. As I lied on the floor crying, he started kicking me. He kicked me in the chest so hard it knocked the breath out of me. I gasping for air, silently praying he would stop. He knelt down next to my head, grabbed my neck and started screaming at me some more. He told me I wasn't his son anymore. He refused to have a "fag" for a son. He turned around to me again, just before he left my room. "If you tell anyone, even that little fairy friend of yours, or if you show the bruises to anyone, I will kill you and them. " When he finally left, I lied there crying. I could feel the bruises forming already. I reached up and felt my swollen eye. I felt like I was going to throw up from all of the pain in my stomach. I forced myself off of the ground and got ready for school as quickly as I could, doing my best to cover-up my eye. I grabbed my guitar, wallet, phone, and keys and got into my car. I had stopped crying when I pulled into the driveway of Kurt's house.

"Good morning!" I said happily to Blaine as I got into his car. I looked at him and noticed that his eyes were red and puffy. Wait, was that a black eye?! Something was very wrong. "Blaine, what's wrong, honey?" I asked him. I knew he could sense the worry in my voice. "Nothing, Kurt. I'm fine." He replied, staring blankly at the road while he drove, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Don't lie to me. There's something you're not telling me." I glared at him, expecting him to explain himself. "Don't worry about me. I'm alive aren't I?" He let out a shaky, fake laugh. "Blaine, you have a black eye, I see it clearly. Tell me what happened." "Damn, you can see it?" Blaine replied. "Tell me how it happened Blaine," I raised my voice slightly. "It's just my father, Kurt. He got angry with me." He explained, still not making eye contact with me. "He got angry, so he gave you a black eye? There's more to it, Blaine. Why won't you tell me? I'm your boyfriend!"

I was kind of hurt because he wouldn't tell me what was wrong. But I really couldn't blame him; I was keeping stuff from him too. Like the weight pills I'd been taking. I'd been taking them since sophomore year. As the bullying I received at school got worse, so did my eating habits. I started eating less and less, and I'd take the pills more often. I was currently in the habit of taking at least three a day. I would only eat dinner, because my dad made me. Sometimes the thrill of over-dosing crossed my mind. I refused to tell Blaine because I didn't want to disappoint him. I already hated myself enough.

When we got to school, he unbuckled and turned to me and stared at me.

"What?" I asked him.

"Kurt," he started, "My father. He beat me this morning, bu—"

"WHY?" I cut him off quickly.

"Let me finish." He replied. I sat and stared at him, waiting for him to explain to me. "He always does. Every morning and night. He hates me. He hates that I'm gay. He started beating me last year after my mom died, and it keeps getting worse. This morning he came into my room and he started punching me, kicking me, choking me, and screaming at me. He said he wanted to kill me, but he couldn't because he'd go to jail. I don't feel safe in my own home, and I don't know what to do."

He had started crying in the middle of this explanation. I reached over and grabbed his hands.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, unsure of what to do.

He started crying harder and he leaned over and buried his face in my chest. We sat in his car, my arms wrapped around him, kissing the top of his head while he cried. When he stopped crying, I started talking again.

"You need to leave. You can't live there anymore. He could hurt you really badly. I don't like seeing you hurt. Please, Blaine." I begged.

"I don't have anywhere to go." He said, eyes glassy from the left over tears.

"You can come to my house. You can live with me. My dad wouldn't mind. I promise." He nodded slowly . We got out of the car to start our first day of our senior year. I thought to myself as I held his hand.

"If he comes to live with me, it'll be harder to take the pills without him knowing. I'll have to start eating, and I don't want to. But I have to do what's best for him. When you love someone, you'll do whatever you can to make them happy."

I felt so weak. I broke down crying like a baby, but at least I finally told Kurt. I told him about my father, and he's going to help me. How did I get so lucky? This past year, my father had me believing that I wasn't worth love. That nobody would ever care about me. Kurt proves him wrong. Kurt cares. Nothing else matters as long as I have Kurt.

The first half of the day flew by. It turned out I had every class with Kurt. That's one reason this year was sure to be the best. We sat down at the lunch table with all of our friends. I was so happy that I almost forgot what happened to me that morning. Until our friend Mercedes mentioned my eye.

"Blaine, what's wrong with your eye?"

"Shit. People can see it. It was covered up when I left home." I thought to myself before answering her.

"What do you mean?" I asked, hoping that she'd leave me alone if I play dumb.

"It's swollen and it's turning different colo-"

"It's nothing" I respond quickly, cutting her off and clutching Kurt's hand harder. He stroked the back of my hand with his thumb as I choked back tears.


"How can I even think about leaving to take a pill when Blaine's trying not to cry? I'm so selfish. I don't deserve him. He's worth everything to me. I hate his father for making him think otherwise." I thought to myself until the bell rang.

After school Blaine and I had to go to his house and pack some of his things to bring to my house. Glee club started at 4:30 and it was 3. I jumped out of my desk and all but drug Blaine out of our last class quickly, wanting to get in and out of his house before his dad came home.

"You better pack fast, we have an hour and a half before Glee," I said, pulling him to his car.

He nodded in agreement and got into the car to drive us away. He drove at least 10 mph over the speed limit, but neither of us cared.

"He won't be home until late tonight." Blaine told me while he drove.

"Good. I need to call my dad." I told him, getting out my cellphone.

I held his hand while he drove to his house. The closer we got, the harder he gripped my hand.

"It'll be okay." I told him with a reassuring smile.

As we entered my neighborhood, I started shaking. Kurt could tell because he brought my hand up and kissed my knuckles. I smiled at him, because no matter how scared I was, I knew Kurt was with me. I knew Kurt would help me through this. We got out of the car and we stood on the front porch.

"I love you." Kurt said to me.

"I love you too." I told him back and pulled him in for a kiss.

He pulled away and smiled at me. I opened the door, grabbed his hand, and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. "Anything I can do to help?"He asked me, looking around my room.

"Sure. Fill these bags with as much as you can get in it. I don't plan on coming back." I told him, stuffing things from my bathroom into a duffle bag. We eventually packed four big bags full of clothes, shoes, and other necessities. All in good time, too. It was only 4. We had plenty of time to get back to school for Glee. I was ready to leave. I never wanted to come back.

During the drive back to school, I thought about that morning. My stomach started hurting just by remembering how hard it was punched. I placed hand over my stomach, and noticed Kurt looking at me. "Are you okay? You're not getting sick, are you?" Kurt asked.

"I'm fine, it just hurts." I assured him.


When we got back to school, we walked to the choir room holding hands, not saying a word to one another. Everyone was already there, besides Puck who was always just a little late. Something about 'badasses are never on time'. Everyone stopped talking and stared at us when we walked in . I gripped Kurt's hand harder, knowing that they'd start asking questions.

"Oh god, you look terrible," Santana said with a disgusted look on her face. I chuckled to myself, because she looked genuinely concerned. I'd never seen her actually care before. I looked at her and nodded lightly, sitting down next to Kurt.

"What happened, Blaine?" Tina said, placing a hand on my shoulder. I shook my head, looking down at my lap. I didn't want to say anything, or make eye contact with anyone but Kurt. Nobody could help me but him.

"Guys, he doesn't want to talk. Chill, okay? Leave him alone." Kurt said, bringing my hand up to kiss the back of it.

I smiled at him and pulled his hand for me to return the favor. We didn't say anything, we just looked at each other. We had a conversation with our eyes until Mr. Schue walked in. He talked about our assignment for the week, and of course everybody complained. These people were never satisfied. Rachel of course, fussed more than anyone else. She complained about how this week's artist didn't express the true beauty of her voice. I listened to everyone argue and complain to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up, letting go of Kurt's hand, and everyone got quiet.

"Can I sing something, Mr. Schue?" I asked, looking at Kurt, then at everybody. They looked shocked. I don't see why, because it's not like I don't fucking talk. I just don't feel like talking about me. He nodded at me and I walked to the middle of the room, picking an acoustic from the back of the room.

"So, this is for you, Kurt. Because I love you more than anything in this world. You give me so much courage. You're perfect," I said, smiling at him and strumming the guitar.

"You know I'd fall apart without you, I don't know how you do what you do.

'Cause everything that don't make sense without me, makes sense when I'm with you.

I wanna wrap you up, wanna kiss your lips, I want to make you feel wanted.

I wanna call you mine, wanna hold your hand forever, and never let you forget it.

Baby, I wanna make you feel wanted."

My eyes started to sting from tears that were forming in my eyes as Blaine sang to me. The song was a little different than his usual style, but he sang it beautifully. Everyone in the entire classroom was listening closely to his flawless voice. Rachel came and sat next to Mercedes and I, both of them nudging me. I looked over at Santana, who looked completely jealous.

"As good as you make me feel, I wanna make you feel better.

Better than your fairy tales, better than your best dreams.

You're more than everything I need, you're all I ever wanted."

He sat the guitar down gently and pulled me up for a hug. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me as close as possible. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his neck. "That was beautiful, Blaine," I said, peppering soft kisses down his neck. "You're beautiful," he whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine.

I pulled away and looked into Kurt's eyes, ignoring everyone else in the room. We hardly notice Mr. Schue stand up and announce that Glee club was over for the day. Everyone started to leave, but Kurt and I stayed, completely lost in each other's eyes. "We should probably go," I whispered, squeezing his waist tighter. He nodded and leaned in to kiss me. His lips lingered on mine a little too long, and we broke apart when we heard Mr. Schue clear his voice. Kurt pulled away quickly, grabbing my hand. His cheeks turned a bright pink color, and he hastily drug me out of the building.

"You know, you're going to have to tell my dad what happened," Kurt said as I drove to his house. I swallowed hard, and firmly nodded my head. He placed a hand on my thigh and smiled at me reassuringly. As we entered his neighborhood, all of the muscles in my body tensed up. I was nervous beyond belief.