It was Monday. Kurt came home Sunday. Blaine sat on his bed trying to calculate the hours, the minutes, the seconds he had to wait until Kurt was home.

(3:14pm) I miss you. It's amazing here. But I'm sure it'd be better if you were here with me.
(3:16)
You have Rachel. But I miss you too. I forgot about how boring it is here. I really wanted to spend my break with you. But I know this NYADA audition will be a hit. Good luck baby.
(3:18)
I adore you Mr. Anderson. You know that. AH-DORE.
(3:19)
You're too much Kurt. Facetime me later? I miss those eyes.
(3:22)
It's a date. But I have to go now Tour time. But I love you more than anything. Stay strong baby.
(3:24)
Courage? :P
(3:35)
Yes baby. Courage. 3

Blaine lay down on his bed. You can do it Anderson. He heard the front door open and slam shut.

"Mom? Mom is that you?" he got up off the bed and walked to the stairway. "Coop?" He heard the cabinets crash closed. "Shit…" Blaine's dad was home early, and he was already in the Alcohol cabinet. Blaine frantically paced around his room. He didn't know what to do. He knew he was screwed.

"Blaine!" a slurred voice called from downstairs. "Blaine! I know your home. Get your ass down here!"

Blaine heart started beating faster. Faster than usual. He couldn't figure out what to do. He didn't want to interrupt Kurt. This was important. And he wouldn't be able to stop what was going to happen. There was no way. He could hear his father's footsteps as he made his way upstairs. Suddenly Blaine's door flew open and he was face to face with his drunken father yet again.

"Get over here you little shit." Mr. Anderson placed his glass on the desk, and Blaine didn't move. "I said GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE." Before Blaine could move his father already had him pinned to the wall. He could smell the liquor on his breath. "You shamed me Blaine. The whole company mocks me 'cause of you. 'Cause you chose to be gay. To hurt your own father. "

Blaine's body was trembling. "I-it's not a choice. I didn't choose anything." His dads hand was now at his throat. Blaine gagged.

"You shame the Anderson name. Going around pretendin' to be gay. Anderson boys are men. Not pussies like you."

Blaine couldn't respond. His hands were clamped around his father's arm. He tried so hard to pull it away but he couldn't. He wasn't strong enough. Blaine started to get light headed and suddenly he could breathe again. He gasped for air as he felt his father grab him by the shirt and drag him.

"Why would you do this to me Blaine? Why? Answer me boy! Why would you do this to me!" Blaine was now pinned against the railing. His eyes were closed tightly. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Blaine felt a blow to his stomach. He wanted to throw up. Times like these he just wished he was dead. "How dare you not answer me. First you shame me, now you don't answer me. Piece of shit." And that was the last thing Blaine remembered his father saying before he tumbled down the stairs and blacked out.

(7:15pm) Kurt?
(7:17)
Yeah Finn? What's wrong. Rachel's sitting right here. Do you need to talk to her?
(7:18)
No actually I need to talk to you.
(7:20)
What's wrong? Everything okay?
(7:23)
Let me call you.
(7:25)
Okay….

(7:30)
"Kurt?"
"Yes Finn."
"This is really hard to repeat. But Burt said you'd probably rather hear it from me than him."
"What's going on Finn?"
"Mrs. Anderson found Blaine on the floor earlier today, in front of the stairs. She thinks he tripped, but he was left alone for a little. He's in ICU…"
"No…He can't be. He's fine. He couldn't have…I'm coming home."
"What about your audition? Kurt I didn't call you to make you come home…"
"NYADA can wait. Blaine can't. I'll be on the first flight back to Ohio tomorrow morning. Is he awake…"
"No…He should wake soon…just some bruises is all. Thank god his mom found him. Nasty fall."
"Yeah…Nasty…I'll be there tomorrow. Bye Finn."
"Bye Kurt…"

Kurt hung up and a tear fell down his face. Seven days early. His father came home seven days early. Blaine would never just fall down the stairs. He was pushed. Or thrown. He ran to his suitcase and started throwing all of his designer things inside.

"What's wrong Kurt?" Rachel asked as she watched her friend frantically pack.

"Blaine's in ICU. I have to go home." He closed his bag and checked his laptop for flights.

"As in Intensive Care…Oh my god. What happened?" Rachel rested her hand on her friends back.

"Apparently he fell down the stairs. I don't believe it." Kurt booked his flight and turned to Rachel.

"What do you mean? Is that what his mom said?"

"Yeah but…never mind. Stay here. Nail your audition." Kurt pulled his case off the bed.

"What about your audition?"

"NYADA can wait. I have to see Blaine." Kurt took his stuff and shuffled toward the door. Rachel quickly packed all of her things and swiftly followed behind. "Rachel. Are you insane?"

"Blaine's in ICU. I'm not staying here knowing my best friend's boyfriend is that hurt. Like you said. NYADA can wait."

Kurt attempted a smile and busted out of the hotel. He needed to see Blaine. He needed to make sure he was going to be okay.