New fanfiction that i want to try. WARNING: death (not Blaines) before you ask :P . Let me know if you want me to carry on writing this story.

Me and Blaine were on our way to his parent's house for dinner. Secretly, we both dreading this. It wasn't his mother so much as it was his father. You see, Blaine's dad never treated him like a son, he detested Blaine and me because I was Blaine's boyfriend. My dad, however, did treat Blaine like his own son and that was probably why Blaine spoke so highly of my father.

We pulled up in the driveway and parked but neither of us got out of the car or wanted to for that matter. Blaine took off his seatbelt and turned to face, looking me straight in the eye. He grabbed my hand and squeezed reassuringly. The reason Blaine was coming here tonight was for his mother, she was ill and had very little left to live.

"Whatever he says just ignore him. If he says anything like Blaine doesn't really love you. Ignore him. Remember Kurt, I love you. You're my teenage dream - he winked- that I'm still living in my twenties."

"It can't be as bad as last Christmas."

Blaine winced at the memory. So I cupped his face in my hand and smiled.

"Look Blaine, I put up with you dad. I put up with your normal fashion and your top 40 music collection and everything else because I love you. I love you so much and I don't want to loose you. It would kill me, Blaine, if I lost you."

I kissed him on the lips quickly not wanting to anger his dad too much. Smiling we pulled apart and headed towards the door. He knocked the door and then went in which I thought was funny because if it had been my parents' house he would have just walked straight in. Me and Blaine stayed away from each other no where near touching, not wanting to give any ammunition to his father.

We heard footsteps come bustling down the hallway and there was his mother in her wheelchair. She looked paler than ever but still managed a smile. Blaine leaned down and kissed her on the cheek and so did I. After all I did like his mother, she was lovely.

"Hey mom." Blaine said taking the handles to push into the dining room.

"Hey boys. Now ignore your father Blaine. I won't let him ruin tonight for us and you too, Kurt. How is Carole, Burt and Finn?"

I smiled. No matter what she never failed to ask about my family, no matter how she was.

"They great and how are you?"

She patted my arm and smiled.

"I'm great though I don't look it. Do forgive me, Kurt for I would ask how you are but Blaine doesn't shut up about you so I don't feel like I need to."

Blaine blushed deeply and me and his mother laughed.

"Look who it is. Mrs and Mrs Gay." His father said coming into the dining room.

When Blaine's father walked in the smell of alcohol drifted through the air causing the atmosphere to be tensed and no longer fun. He winked and smiled harshly at me and Blaine. I could see his mother frown and glare at her husband.

"Stop touching your mother, she doesn't need filth touching her." He snarled.

That's when Blaine flipped and it scared me because out of the two of us he was always the controlled one. He walked straight up to his father and punched him the face.

"I have had enough of this! The only filth in this house right now is you! Disown me do what you like because I would be glad if you didn't want me for a son! I don't want you as a father!"

I panicked and so Blaine's mother, she was breathing hard and I knew that couldn't be good so I wheeled her out of the dining room and gave her her calming tablets and a glass of water. I then rushed back into the dining room and saw Blaine and his father fighting and screaming at each other. I was surprised to see that it was his father that was bruised and bleeding more.

"Hey!" I shouted at them but it was no good.

Terrified I put myself in between them which give me a cut lip and bleeding nose. His dad pulled back and laughed. Blaine looked at me and then back at his father and glared viciously.

"Kurt take him home." His mother said who had come back into the dining room ."Ice, well help that nose of yours."

"Thank you." I nodded at her. "Come on Blaine."

Blaine looked at me and shrugged away when I grabbed his arm. He whispered goodbye to his mother and left the house, I tried to keep up with him but he was walking to fast. He opened the car door and slammed it shut. When I got in he still hadn't calmed down.

"Blaine, chill. Remember what we said before we went in? Ignorance."

He pulled out of the driveway and didn't answer me. It took him several minutes till he did.

"I couldn't hold it in anymore. Its okay for you to say that though isn't it Kurt? Your dad is accepting of you, loves you no matter what you are or who you are. Everyone loves you."

I was taking back. Didn't he remember what happened to me in High School?

"Kurt Hummel has the best family in the world." Blaine put on a whining voice.

"Hey, if you got a problem with me, Blaine let it out!" I shouted at him.

I pinched my nose and held it because blood had started to trickle down my clothes. I must look like a right mess.

"Yeah I have a lot of problems with you Kurt. The way you like to put me down about my fashion sense, my music taste and how unperfected my family is in contrast to your!"

I gritted my teeth. How dare he? I was only ever teasing when I mentioned these things to him. I couldn't stick him when he was like this.

"Let me out of this car now Blaine."

He did as I asked without any questions.

For about half hour I walked around Lima, endlessly. Not knowing where to go or if I should go back home and sort things out with Blaine. From my pocket my phone beeped loudly and I looked at it. 1 new message from Blaine.

I'm so sorry. Let me come and pick you up. I love you and I am so sorry. Lets sort this out.

I text him back the address to where I was for him to pick me up. He was right we had to sort this out. We both had overreacted but he still needed to apologize to me first in person.

I waited ten minutes for him and then I seen his car coming towards me. That's when the truck came into view. That's when it hit Blaine and the car causing it to roll over twice. That's when I screamed thinking I had lost Blaine forever and rung the ambulance. That's when my life crashed and burned right in front of me.

Let me know if i should carry on and if it should fit in the angst or something else rather than hurt/ comfort. R&R. Love MidnightGirl467 xxx