Title: Battle Scars

Rated:

Chapter Two: first blood

Warnings: Homophobia, Violence ( later chapters)

Setting: AU after 4x04

PoV:Blaine

Disclaimer: I do not own glee. I mean why would you think that I'm just a teenage girl who is hopelessly devoted ;) to one Darren Criss.


Sat in his car balling his eyes out for the second time that week. What had he just done? Why did he just do that? It was so stupid but he couldn't last in that room anymore all those memories. Dragging his hand under his eyes he pulls out his keys and the engine ignites, he just needs to get home.

Ignore me I'm a line break

His father was sat in the living room drinking himself into a stupor But he is aware enough to catch his arm in his vice-like grip sure to leave bruises when Blaine walked past. By his wrist He is pulled down so his fathers vile breath Gusted onto his face with bloodshot eyes he studies Blaine's face so intently that Blaine nervously contemplates schooling his face into an emotionless mask before his father slurs out "so wha' ma'e 'ou cri like a 'aby this t'me"**

"Nothing, let go of my wrist your hurting me."

"wel' may'e 'ou nee' me 'urtin' ya mite s'op 'our cryin' an' the faggy ''ings. I 'eep tellin' ya A'derson men do''t cry."

The stress from the day combined with his dad's use of that word pushed Blaine's already fragile temper over the edge

"yeah well I seem to remember you crying for weeks after mom left, maybe you weren't an Anderson man then."

Faster and with more force than Blaine thought possible his fathers fist crashes into his eye his damaged eye the eye he had seen out of quite right since Sebastian and the rock salt slushie, idly the sarcastic part of Blaine mutters that at least that meant he had noticed the eyepatch.

"out. Get out of my house." his father says this in a deadly whisper but it was so full of hate Blaine can't help but wince."Out NOW!" he is yelling now and is surprisingly completely lucid.

Running Blaine crashes into his room before dragging his suitcase from under his bed and stuffing the first clothing his hands meet into the bag making quick work of his valuable belongings he pauses at his favorite picture of him and Kurt it was simple they were sat at the Lima bean drinking coffee and holding hands across the table they weren't talking they were just staring across At each other soaking in each others company. They hadn't even noticed tina taking the photo until she sat down and showed them. Suddenly the self-hatred and disgusted sank over him as he knocked the picture into his suitcase.

" I said OUT!"

Shivering with fear and pain Blaine raced out of the house snatching his car keys as he went and drove. Drove till he couldn't see that house or any house at all. What was he going to do? Who would put him up?

Not any of the new directions they were all probably pissed at him, not any of the warblers frankly he hasn't trusted them since the slushy thing. Since they left him screaming on concrete. Since none of them apologized. Then it came to him in a flash Wes. The older boy was doing a gap year but had run into some trouble which ended with a broken leg and coming back home to where his mom waited with chicken soup after hearing what the warblers had done to Blaine he immediately vented his anger and renewed his promise that his front door was always open to Blaine. Blaine's breathing even out as the engine started again he had plan, he had something to do.


Standing outside Wes's house suitcase in one hand car keys in the other the panic set in again he cant stay here forever Wes was going to college soon what was he going to do? With a shaking hand he reaches up and presses the doorbell. RING

** the slurring makes every part of my writer being cringe it's awful and sorry if you can't understand it he is basically asking why he is crying and then that he should be hurt. :( bad mr Anderson

So my friend yelled at me for not updating when I should, and for that all I can say is I'm addicted to Blangst? I got caught up in a really good fic and forgot to post sorry!

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