Thank you for the reviews! I want to clarify something that was brought up in a review, about Blaine's parents. I have NO idea what his parents are actually like, I just imagined that his dad was abusive(as this chapter gets into), I guess. And I when I started thinking about ideas for this story, I imagined Blaine going to Kurt for help at some point, and since I didn't know anything about his parents, I figured that was a good place to start. Thanks again for the reviews. :)

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They didn't bother to lower their voices as the argument escalated into random shouts about things Blaine didn't want to hear. His bedroom was on the complete opposite side of the house, but he could still hear his parents clear as day. Their words were a mixture between 'Since when did he talk to us?', 'That ungrateful bastard', and 'Couldn't he stay anywhere else?' Blaine laughed to himself. 'I should've assumed that nothing has changed.' It didn't look like they had been in his room since the last time he visited, over a year ago. 'My dirty clothes are probably still in the basement where I left them…Ew.' Blaine checked his phone after remembering that he had put it on silent, and noticed a missed text from Kurt.

Hey, I'm done. :) How is everything over there?

Blaine laid on his stomach, as his fingers flew over the keyboard.

Yea everythings all good :)

As soon as he hit 'send', the bedroom door flew open, and he turned around to face his very upset looking father. Before sitting up, he slipped the phone under his pillow, hoping his father didn't see. Before he could comprehend what was happening, he was being lifted into the air by his shirt collar. The man breathed heavily in Blaine's face. "You should call before stopping by, boy. Make sure it's okay to be here."

Blaine kicked and tried to wiggle out of his fathers grasp, "Why wouldn't it be okay for your son to visit?" He gasped for breath as he was slammed into the wall, "I never did anything to make you guys hate me so much." And it was true. Everything was fine between Blaine and his parents until the day he told them that he was gay. His parents weren't mad at him right away. They had seemed more disappointed than anything. Neither of his parents had shown any actual negativity towards him until word got around town that he was into guys, and he started getting bullied at school.

That was when his father had snapped. At first, Blaine didn't think it was him his father was mad at; maybe he had been trying to protect his son? He had even been excited when his parents said that they had enrolled him at Dalton Academy, an all-boys school with a zero-tolerance for bullying. Blaine hadn't thought that his parents were trying to get rid of him. He winced as he was thrown to the floor, "You can stay, but you're out by Monday, got it?" Blaine nodded silently, not wanted to upset his father more, as the man turned and left the room. He reached for his phone, not moving from his place on the floor, and found a response from Kurt.

Good to hear. :) When were you planning on going back?

Blaine frowned, upset that he had lied to Kurt, but it was for the best. He quickly responded:

Idk my dad said out my mon so id doesn't matter. I was thinking late sat. Hbu?

He listened as his parents got ready for bed. The house was completely silent before he received a reply.

Not sure. Dad wants me to watch some game with him and Finn Saturday, and Carole really wants me to stay for Sunday brunch. I'm thinking early Monday? …Doing anything fun before you leave?

Laughing quietly to himself, Blaine imagined the things he'd be doing. 'Oh, I don't know. Sitting in my room, maybe play some guitar before my parents yell at me for making too much noise. Sneaking down to the kitchen for food, because my parents wont cook enough for the three of us. Regretting my decision to visit.' He stopped himself before he made himself too upset, and typed out a reply.

No. I actually think I might head home in the morning.

Blaine barely had time to lay on his stomach on the bed before his phone buzzed.

I'm assuming it's not okay to call you and talk. Why don't you head my way tomorrow? I'm sure I can convince dad to let you stay until Monday :)

Shaking his head, Blaine thought for a few minutes before he responded. Would his dad remember that he was the boy who crashed there after that party at Rachels?

You sure? Sounds awesome. :) Im going to bed, phones going off. Night.

Blaine popped the battery out of his phone and hid it at the bottom of his bag, then put the phone in his pants pocket, before slipping them off and tossing them on the floor. He had always worried that his parents would go through his phone, so he liked to make it as difficult as possible for them, if they ever decided to snoop. Blaine slipped off his shirt, then crawled into bed. He knew he wouldn't sleep well that night-it had always been hard for him to sleep at home. A bad vibe, or something-but at least he could dream about his now-exciting weekend ahead of him.

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I'm trying to type these out as soon as I write them, but I'm kind of busy with school right now. So, I'll try and post as soon as possible. :) Hope you enjoyed.