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Something was wrong with Blaine. After that weekend with his parents, he seemed more...caucious. He would flinch when touched and Kurt could have sworn that he saw a bad looking bruise on Blaine's wrist. Yup, something was wrong.

Blaine was currently sitting in his dorm reading a Harry Potter book. Kurt knew it was now or never.

"Blaine, honey, can I- can I talk to you?"

"Of course Kurt. Come sit." said Blaine,pattinng a spot on his bed, indicating for Kurt to come sit down.

"Is-Is something wrong? You normally are fine with someone patting you on the back or somthing, and when Jeff did just that yesterday, you - umm, yesterday, I saw a bad looking bruise on your wrist. " Blaine put the book on his bed.

"I'm fine Kurt. That bruise was when I, I- umm, fell down the stairs! I hit my back and thats why I flinched when Jeff patted me on the back." blaine said, thinking,

Nice save Anderson.

Kurt knew that it wasn't the case, but he shrugged it off thinking that it couldn't be that serious.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Blaine was over Kurt's house and they were sitting on the couch watching The Sound of Music and cuddling. Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaine's forearm, not knowing that there was a pretty bad bruise there. Blaine tried not to wince in pain, but Kurt could tell he was hurt.

"Blaine, sweetie, are you hurt? Did I do something?" Kurt asked, worried for his boyfriend.

"N-no."

"Blaine, tell me. I won't judge you."

"A-alright, but you have to promise me somthing."

"anything."

"Don't over react, please." with that, Kurt knew that it was serious, but he agreed anyway.

Blaine took off his shirt, and Kurt stared. On his chest, there were many bruises, some looking really bad, and what looked like a broken rib.

"B-Blaine, what happened?" Blaine was trying to hold back tears, but he couldn't do it. He started to cry.

"Oh baby." was all Kurt said, embracing Blaine while Blaine buried his head in Kurt's chest. When he calmed down, Kurt tried again.

"Blaine, please tell me what happened. I can't stand seeing you hurt."

"I-I can't." was all Blaine could manage.

"Please, Blaine. Please."

"A-alright." Blaine took a deep breath. "When I came out, my sister was compleatly fine with it, But my parents were a different story. I told them I was gay, and they ignored me. When this weekend, I came home, I was happy. So my sister, Alisha, wanted to know why. So I told her I had finally found someone, and that someone was you Kurt. My Dad overheard us and he pulled me out of Alisha'a room, and locked her in there and then he-he threw me down the stairs and kicked me afew times. I ran back upo, got a few belongings and got in my car and drove back." By now, Blaine wasn't the only one crying. Kurt was to.

How could anyone do that to their own child? Then it hit him. If he and Blaine never got together, this would have never happened.

Blaine knew what he was thinking.

"Kurt, please don't blaime yourself. If anyones, it was mine."

"Blaine, no. It wasn't your fault either. You never asked for this. And you need to go to the police and file a report. And you need to go to the hospital too. You have at least one broken rib."

"Can- can we do that tomorrow? I just want to be with you." Kurt couldn't say no.

"Alright, but tommorrow, we are going to the hospital. As where you will stay, you're staying with us. And before you ask, givin the circumstances, my Dad would be fine with it. As for now, you look really tired. Lets go to sleep."

"Alright, and thank you Kurt. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me."

And with that, they went down to Kurt's room and fell asleep, holding each other.