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After a while both Burt and Carol went up to their bedroom.
"What are we going to do, Burt?" Carol asked as they got into their bed.
"I don't know,"Burt admitted. "But I think tomorrow I first need to hear the whole story from him and we'll take it from there."
Carol nodded and tears sparked in her eyes.
"I can't believe that someone would kick their child out of their home," she said with a whimper.
"Neither ca I," he admitted. "Did you see the bruise and scar?" He added darkly.
She nodded, even though it pained her.
They slowly got into their beds. Burt's mind couldn't be shut off. He kept on picturing Blaine on their doorstep, soaked from head to toe. He closed his eyes but sleep wouldn't come.
Blaine felt awkward in the Hummel-Hudson residence. He too had trouble going to the warm drink helped his body was incredibly tense. Finally he drifted off into a troubled sleep.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His father loomed over him and snatched the magazine out of his hand. Blaine's body shook as his father stared at the shirtless men in front of him. "What the hell is this piece of crap?"
Blaine trembled at his anger. Mr. Anderson grabbed Blaine and started to twist his arm behind his back. Blaine yelped, tears in his eyes.
"What did I tell you about bringing those fag magazines into this house? You shouldn't even be THINKING about that disgusting shit. I will NOT have a queer for a son! You hear me?" His voice was low and dangerous and next to Blaine's ear. Blaine shivered and moaned in pain.
"You're hurting me," he pleaded, even though he didn't know why he bothered to. His father seemed to like it when he hurt Blaine.
"As long as you live under MY house you will obey MY rules and if I see you looking at that kind of filth again!" He twisted his arm some more and Blaine screamed when a bone suddenly snapped. Sharp heated pain filled him and he shouted out lout again in utter agony. His father dropped his arm. His wrist now hung at an awkward angle.
"Damn it," he snarled and Blaine held it in his other hand tenderly as tears rolled down his face. He was sure his wrist was broken.
"I have to go to the hospital..." He said, his voice trembled.
"You're not going anywhere,". Mr. Anderson snapped and Blaine stared at him.
"But my wrist..."
"Make your own damned sling," Mr. Anderson shot back at him. "And drown yourself in pills for all I care. We don't have the money for a trip to the hospital. Besides it was your own damned fault." Blaine blinked back shocked tears. He couldn't believe what his father was actually denying him.
"What..."
"You pushed me, if you hadn't been looking at that trash none of this would have happened. If you decided to be STRAIGHT none of this would have happened. You've dug your grave. Now you have to lay in it." Blaine knew the money thing was pure and utter bullshit. They had a lot more money than most people, seeing how his father was a doctor. His father was just utterly and honestly refusing his son treatment. He was making sure his son stayed injured so his son knew exactly who was in charge. More tears fell from his face.
"Stop sobbing," his father added with a dangerous growl. "It's not that bad. Go find your mother, she'll take care of it."
Blaine bit his lip and his body shook as he held his broken wrist and walked slowly down the stairs, still in shock over what had happened.
It was morning when Blaine had woken. He heard Kurt's voice in the kitchen.
"Do you know what happened exactly?"
"No he was too upset to talk," Burt's voice replied. He slowly looked around. He had almost forgotten where he was. Oh right, his dad had kicked him out. He felt a lump in his throat as he stood up. His hair has more curls which always happened when he woke. He almost stumbled into the kitchen.
All eyes were on him. Finn was even down there and looked rather awkward. They all did. Kurt went over and kissed him on the lips. The touch comforted him almost and he was a little surprised by how spontaneous it was.
"How did you sleep?" Kurt finally asked. Blaine was relieved to know that Kurt didn't seem upset that he wasn't woken up that night.
"Okay," he mumbled and cleared his throat. "Thank you for letting me stay here. I'll try and find a place today, I'll leave now.."
"No!" All of them, including Finn, said quickly.
"You're not going anywhere," Burt said sternly.
"I...but it's rude for me to barge in here like this, uninvited..."
"You're ALWAYS invited here," Kurt quickly assured him and squeezed his shoulder. He jerked away, as he remembered his dream and the slap on the face. He didn't like to be touched at the moment. Kurt noticed the jerk and frowned
"What Kurt said," Burt replied. "Besides I'm not about to send you off into the streets by yourself. I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
"None of us would," Carol added. Blaine bit his lip, still awkward about staying there.
"Dude you can sleep on the air mattress that's in my room," Finn offered. Kurt mouthed a silent thank you to his brother. Blaine didn't know what to say. He wasn't used to this kindness from family members.
"Come sweetie," Carol said suddenly. "Have some breakfast." It was then he noticed the chocolate chip pancakes and french toast.
"Kurt said those were your two favorite breakfast foods," she added. He blinked back tears. He couldn't remember the last time his mother cooked him food.
"Thank you," he mumbled and sat down. As he glanced around the family that stood in front of him he began to wonder if things might turn out okay.
