Blaine ran. He just ran. Probably faster then he'd ever run before. Wait-what? Why was Blaine running. Through the pouring rain. In the dead of night. That's a good question.

As Blaine ran, he felt the hot tears pour down his face. He could feel them being hidden by the rain that hit his cheeks like a ton of bricks, but he kept on running. In. Background he heard yelling. Constant yelling.

"AND STAY OUT YOU LITTLE FAG! YOUR NOT MY SON!" Henry Anderson, Blaine's bitch of a father screamed down the street.

Blaine ran until he reached the Hummel car shop. Quickly ducking behind a dumpster and sliding down against it, he began to let the sobs take over his entire body. He had never felt so venerable in his entire life. Not when he was small and Cooper would make him dance, not when he started middle school and got thrown in dumpsters, not even his first Sadie Hawkins dance. Nothing compared to this.

Blaine felt the stinging of a knife wound on his back become half blood and half water from the rain, and soon the pain would numb itself. It always did. As Blaine leaned against the dirty old dumpster, shivering from the cold, he managed to feel his cell phone in his pocket. The outline of it anyway. Rectangular and cold. Cold? Right. The rain. Everything seemed cold because of this god damn weather. Even his thoughts.

Slowly, and shakily he pulled the phone from his pocket. He fumbled with it for a minute, before managing to dial the number of Kurt's home phone. God he hoped he got something. Anything. As he listened to the ringing, he felt his eyes begin to shut. Then Burt Hummel's voice came through the phone.

"Hey! You've reached the Hummel-Hudson household. We aren't able to take your call right now, so we'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks!"

Answering machine. Shit. Blaine had to try speaking with the hopes someone would pick up. Someone...anyone...

"H-h-hey." Blaine's voice sounded shaky and raw, trying to swallow the lump in hi throat. "It-it's Blaine. I-I-I ne-need Kurt's h-help. I-I'm sitting-" Blaine felt sudden relief as his voice got cut off with a 'CLICK'

"B-Blaine?" Carole's voice. She sounded tired. Blaine felt bad he woke her but knew he'd freeze out here. When Blaine didn't answer, Carole knew something was up. "Blaine? What happened?"

"M-my father h-hates me...h-he k-kicked me out-threatened to-so i-I ran. I-I really need help." Blaine broke down into soft sobs, his body jolting with every cry. His father had treated him evilly since Blaine's mother died, that horrid night in the car wreck.

"Alright dear. Burt's not well tonight; so ill be there soon. Where are you?" Carole's voice was soft and motherly, only causing Blaine to cry harder.

"B-behind B-Burt's sh-shop." He choked out.

"Be there in a minute, Blaine. Stay where you are, and you'll stay with us no matter what Burt says. Just try to relax." As Carole hung up, Blaine felt a wave of relief was over him.

However the horrible screams of his father would haunt him until the day he died.