*I don't own anything to do with gLee*

It was exciting. Every summer Blaine's parents went away for three months. It just happened to be the same time that school ended, and it also just happened that Kurt was allowed come with Blaine to stay there. Kurt had travelled back to Dalton to be with Blaine while he packed his bags and leave the welcoming school for the summer. Kurt helped fold his clothes and put them in his boyfriend's suitcase.

"So where is it that your parents actually go for three whole months?" Kurt held out Blaine's blazer as he folded along the arms.

Blaine was squashing down his clothes so he could fit more. "Honestly? I don't really know."

Kurt looked over to him, but didn't stop what he was doing. "You've never asked?"

"If it gets them outta the house for three months then I really don't care where." He gave a slight chuckle hoping that the answer would suffice. Unfortunately, it didn't. He turned to his boyfriend to see him standing there with his hands on his hips looking directly back.

"Blaine." Kurt didn't look away.

Blaine turned to Kurt and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Kurt, my parents are really... intense. It's better for me the less I see them. That way, there are things they don't get to see that I'd rather keep to myself."

Kurt blinked puzzled. He approached Blaine, knelt down in front of him and took his hands in his own.

"Blaine. They do know you're gay?"

Blaine shifted. "Not in so many words."

Kurt exhaled and let go of his boyfriend's hands. He leant back do that he was sitting on the ground in front of Blaine.

"They know that I was bullied, but they just thought it was because I was 'smarter'," he accentuated this with his fingers, "than everybody else."

Kurt didn't know what to say. He gently rubbed his hand through his finely combed hair, being careful not to disturb a single strand.

"So, why can't you tell them? You know, the truth."

"Kurt, look. My parents are a lot different than Burt and Carole. They are intimidating and opinionated. That's why I haven't brought you to meet them or even mentioned them until now."

Kurt looked a bit nervous. "Are you sure it's okay to stay in their house? What if they come back?"

Blaine moved forward to sit in front of Kurt and took his hand.

"Hey, don't worry. They won't be back until the beginning of next term. I promise."

He smiled sweetly as did Kurt and they were drawn towards each other into a gentle kiss.

They had been driving for an hour before they reached a massive house completely isolated from everything around it. It has a huge garden, a pool and a large garage to the side.

"Woah." Kurt commented as he looked out his window.

Blaine also noticed something. "Well, I see the garage has been extended."

Kurt snapped his head over in disbelief. "Extended?"

They pulled up behind the house. Kurt hopped out of the car and took out his phone. He dialled.

"Hey Dad. Yes we got here safe and sound." He looked over to Blaine who was waving and miming the word "hey".

"Oh, Blaine says hey. Yeah, I will. Okay. I'll come visit in two weeks. Love you too Dad. Bye."

He put his phone in his pocket and looked over. "He says hey."

Blaine laughed to himself quietly. "Come on. Let's unpack."

A week had gone by and the two young men had become rather comfortable in the rather huge house. They would spend most of their time talking, or listening to music. It was their own haven where the two of them could just let go and be completely who they were without any fear or restraint. They loved it.

This particular night they decided to watch 'Les Miserables' on Blaine's dad's huge HDTV. It was about midnight when they started to watch it so they were already a little tired. Blaine was lying down on the couch with Kurt lying back against his chest. They were holding hands as they sang along to their favourite songs. About half was through Blaine smiled as he felt his boyfriend shift against him.

"I love you, Blaine."

Blaine couldn't be happier.

"I love you too, Kurt. You're so adorable it's impossible not to."

He squeezed Kurt tight and held him close as they both drifted off to sleep.

Blaine had been woken up by a bang. He opened his eyes to find Kurt still cuddled against him silently and evenly breathing into his chest. He sat up careful not to wake him. He heard keys being dropped onto a table. He stood up and looked around only being given the light from the DVD menu which had been left on.

"Blaine?"

He heard a man's voice as he turned around. His face dropped.

"Dad?"

His father approached him.

"Son. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, um. We just decided to stay here for a few days. Don't worry I was going to leave money for the electricity and food-"

"We?" His father wasn't interested about the money. Only one thing.

That very instant Kurt woke and sat up wearily.

"W-what's goin..." He froze as he saw the older man staring down at him.

Blaine silently shook as he could feel his father's rage building up.

"Blaine. Who is this?"

Blaine looked down at Kurt who didn't know what to do. He smiled and grabbed him around the waist and gently pulled him up beside him. Kurt was still waking up somewhat so he rubbed his eyes as he got a chance to fully take in Mr. Anderson.

He was very tall, in his late forties. He had very neat cut, dark grey hair, a stiff jaw line and arched eyebrows like Blaine's. He just stared at the smaller boy, who looked dishevelled. He had slept in his clothes so his black straight ironed suit pants and green and white pin striped shirt were creased. His hair stuck up from the side he was laying on Blaine's chest.

"Dad, this is my boyfriend; Kurt."

There was silence for a few moments. His father stepped forward.

"You're what?"

Neither boy knew how to react.

"Uh, my boyfriend."

Kurt shifted uncomfortably and held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, sir."

Mr. Anderson just stared at Kurt's shaking hand with disgust. He took another step forward. Kurt's hand was still outstretched. He looked right into his blue eyes.

"What did you do?"

Kurt withdrew his hand and gulped.

"I-I'm sorry?"

"What did you do to my son?"

Blaine tried to intervene. "Dad, please."

Mr. Anderson didn't look away from Kurt. "Don't even try, Blaine. I'll deal with you later."

Kurt tried to calm the older man down. "M-mr Anderson. Please-"

Kurt was silenced when Blaine's father backhanded him hard across the head. His head snapped to the side as he was completely taken by surprise. A trickle of blood fell down across his face as his ring cut into Kurt's cheek.

Blaine moved towards his father.

"Dad! What are you doing! Stop!"

Blaine was all of a sudden pushed backwards and he fell hitting his head against the coffee table that held the two boys popcorn and empty DVD case from the night before. He wasn't knocked out, but he was disorientated as he lay on the ground trying to figure out what was going on.

"Stay out of it son. This isn't your fault. It's this... disgrace that needs to be dealt with."

Kurt looked down at his boyfriend, cracked open on the ground.

"Whatever you call me you're calling your son as well."

Mr. Anderson fumed. "My son is NOT ...one of you!"

Kurt stepped forward. "Face it. Blaine is gay!"

"No he's not!" With that, Blaine's father lunged towards Kurt slamming him against the wall. He held him against the concrete by his neck.

"Shut up. Just shut up! Blaine Anderson is not disgusting. He is not abnormal. He is proper. He is normal. He is straight!" He pushed into Kurt's neck harder. His feet weren't touching the ground.

"... Believe what you want sir, but there is nothing wrong with me... or Blaine. Deny it, neglect it, but you can't avoid the truth."

Kurt was pretty sure he could see fire in the man's eyes as he drove his knee forward into Kurt's stomach. The young boy crumpled to the ground lying on his side, back against the wall. He clutched his abdomen as he struggled to breathe.

Blaine groggily tried to get up, but his brain wouldn't let him.

"K-kurt! What's... going o? ...Daaaa-d!"

As Mr. Anderson snapped his leg back from viciously kicking Kurt he looked over to his son.

"I'm doing what needs to be done, son. You'll thank me when it's all over!"

At this point he mounted Kurt, sitting on his cracked ribs and began to relentlessly hit him over and over. Kurt tried to speak, but he couldn't.

"Pl- St..."

He began to choke on the blood pouring from his lip. Mr. Anderson picked him up by his blood soaked shirt and threw him into the glass coffee table sending him through shards of broken glass to land beside his boyfriend.

This action shook Blaine out of his daze and he felt the warm body rest against his own. He turned to Kurt and touched his face.

"Oh my God. Kurt..."

He grabbed his broken hand and sat in front of him protectively, leaning back against his side. He was subconsciously making sure he could feel his boyfriend's breathing.

"Dad. Stop!"

Mr. Anderson stopped and stared down at the two boys. Kurt lay in the broken glass, blood staining his green and white stripy shirt. His hair was matted with blood. He looked down to see his motionless hand intertwined with his own sons.

"Son. It's for your own good. You need-"

"What I need is for you to leave us alone and get the hell out of here."

His father flinched.

"I love him and no matter what you do to him that will never change!"

His father fell silent before turning around.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Blaine. I want you out of here by morning. Never come back."

Blaine spat back. "Gladly."

"Oh and one last thing..." His father grabbed his keys and as he exited he shouted back. "If that boy wakes up tell him to rot in hell, and you can too for all I care."

Blaine silently cursed the man formerly known as his father before rolling Kurt over onto his back. He was met with blue eyes groggily looking back up at him.

"I'm so sorry Kurt."

TBC