Possible trigger warning in this chapter. Not going to give away what is is but read with caution and you'll know when it happens.

Blaine frowned and immediately sat up, wincing as he did so. "He-He never came home!?" he asked. "He left here at noon!"

"Oh God.." Burt said "No. He didn't tell me he was leaving but I figured he was with you. I called him a few times to remind him about curfew but when he didn't answer I got worried."

Blaine immediately rushed downstairs, jumping into his car. "I'll go out searching. And I'll try to call him."

"Thank you. I'm gonna call his other friends and wait here with Carole in case he comes home. I sent Finn out too."

Blaine nodded and started driving. "I'll let you know if I find him." Then he hung up.

Two hours later and still no trace if Kurt. He wasn't picking up his phone or anything. Blaine was starting to panic and he only had one more place he could think of. Their picnic spot. He drove out there and stepped out of his car, letting out a breath when he saw a shadow sitting by their tree. "Kurt!" he yelled out. Kurt jumped then looked over to Blaine from his spot. He was shivering violently and his teeth were chattering but when he saw Blaine running to him he let out a breathe. Blaine sank down onto his bloody knees in front of Kurt. "Do you have /any/ idea how fucking worried we have been!?" he screamed. "Ohmygod, your dad could have had a heart attack."

"I-I'm s-s-sorry. I-I n-n-needed to th-think. I-I didn't r-r-realize... I th-thought..." Kurt trailed off, his bottom lip wavering.

Blaine sighed frustratingly and picked up his phone, texting Burt quickly 'Found him, taking him home soon'. "Come on," he told Kurt. "Let's take you home."

Kurt shook his head, "Y-you don't h-h-have to.." Blaine's words still rang through his mind and Kurt knew he shouldn't expect Blaine to do everything.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "There is no way in hell I'm letting you drive." He led Kurt into his car and wrapped a blanket around his shivering form. He started driving silently.

"M-my c-c-car." Kurt protested weakly.

Blaine shook his head. "Your dad and I can pick it up tomorrow."

"I l-love y-y-you." Kurt nodded, eyes drifting shut.

Blaine didn't say anything back. He was still too hurt. They arrived home a while later and Burt was immediately out on the driveway, running towards the car. Kurt was asleep. He had been since Blaine started driving. Burt came over to Blaine's side. "Thank you! Oh God thanks. Where was he? Is he okay?"

"He was on the hill where we usually have our picnics," Blaine said shakily. "He's fine, I think. He's very cold though, so get him out of these clothes and keep him warm."

"You're not coming in? You're more than welcome to stay the night again. I'm still not so sure about you staying for a while but a night or two more can't hurt.."

Blaine bit his lip, then shook his head. "I'm fine.. I'm not- Well, I'm not so sure where Kurt and I stand right now. Just take care if him, okay?"

Burt nodded as he carefully scooped his sleeping son from the car. "Thank you." he said again before walking back into the house.

Blaine simply nodded before he drove off into the night. He drove home in tears and he was surprised when he pulled into the driveway without having crashed along the road. He looked like an absolute mess when he walked inside. All he wanted was to take a shower, then go to bed. But that was not what the universe had in store for him. Blaine's father was at the front door immediately as Blaine stepped in. "Where the hell have you been? Curfew's eleven and it is now after one. Were you with your boyfriend?"

Blaine winced as his father came up to him. "Kurt was missing," he muttered and stepped past Derek. "I helped search for him."

"Don't walk away from me," Derek warned and grabbed Blaine's hair, pulling him back "I expect you to be home on time. I don't care what the fuck is wrong with your boyfriend, fag."

Blaine let out a yelp of pain when his dad pulled at his hair. "L-Let me go!" he protested and tried to get away. Derek just tugged hard and used his other hand to shove Blaine into the wall. "Dad!" Blaine breathed in disbelief when he was pushed up against the wall. "I-I'm sorry for being late, but I-I had to! He was g-gone!"

Derek made a fist and sent it into Blaine's cheek before speaking again. "I don't care! And don't fucking call me your dad because there's no way my son is a weak, worthless, faggot like you!"

Blaine's head was left hanging, blood sipping out from his mouth now. "I'm a hundred times more of a man than you'll ever be," he sneered.

Derek's eyes filled with rage. He kneed Blaine's abdomen and sent another fist into his face before he threw him to the ground, "Try me one more time and see what happens."

Blaine curled into a small ball on the ground, hugging his knees as his mind raced. 'Maybe I should die like this. With all my pride open. I've been running all my life. What do I have to live for anyway?' And with that, he uncurled himself and stood up shakily. "Hit me all you want, but you can't beat the gay out of me. It's who I am and nothing more or less." He kept his eyes steadily on his father's. This time, he was strong. He wouldn't fight back because it was pointless. But he might as well take the punches.

Derek did hit him. And kick him and throw him and repeat all of these actions for twenty minutes. His punches were a bit weak as the alcohol in his system made him a bit loose. After awhile he got bored. But before he left to go have another drink he picked Blaine up by his shirt and slammed him against the wall. "Leave. I don't want you in this house any longer. You can get your stuff while I'm at work but I'm only giving you a week to do it because after that I'm burning everything. Just get the fuck out of my house, fag." and with that he dropped Blaine and journeyed to the kitchen.

Blaine was left on the floor, coughing up blood and his body completely bruised. He was pretty sure his ankle was broken, plus a few ribs. He felt numb and useless. But he couldn't stay in this house one more second. As fast as he could, he walked upstairs to his room and packed together a backpack with his most important things. His wallet, his diary, some underwear, socks, a t-shirt, a few pictures of himself and Kurt, plus a few granola bars. Hs changed clothes to a clean pair of sweatpants, plus a clean sweatshirt. He left a note on his mom's bed saying 'Dad threw me out. It's okay because I can't stay here any longer anyway. I hope the blood stains can be cleaned away. Sorry for creating them, although dad helped. Do whatever with my things, I don't want them. /Blaine' Then he left the house and ran into the forest next to it. He struggled, but kept walking for a long time before the pain was finally too much and he opened the sleeping bag he had brought, crawling into it and passing out immediately.

The next day when Kurt woke up he was determined to fix things with Blaine. He called him three times but when he didn't answer he got worried. But he also knew it might just being because Blaine was upset with him. He decided to try Blaine's phone one more time before giving him space. But Blaine didn't pick up, he actually couldn't. He wasn't just asleep, he was feverish too. The pain was causing fever and he wasn't even sleeping. He was simply passed out. About an hour later a jogger came through the woods down his usual path when he saw the body in the distance. Quickly the jogger ran up to him and called 911.

That same afternoon, Burt walked downstairs to check in on Kurt. "Kurt?" he asked softly, shaking the boy awake from his nap. "Are you feeling a little better?"

Kurt shrugged, "I think I may have caught a cold from being outside for so long," he said sluggishly. "But honestly I'm more worried about Blaine."

Burt frowned and sat down on the edge of his bed. "He hasn't replied yet? That's strange," Burt agreed.

"I was thinking of giving it an hour more before going out to look for him." Kurt said, sitting up a little to quickly.

"Hey, hey," Burt said and pushed him down again. "You go back to sleep. I'll call his home phone, okay?" He left Kurt's room to do so, but right as he was gonna call, his phone started vibrating, it was Carole. He picked up. "Hey, honey."

"Hi.. I have some bad news.."

Burt frowned. "Are you okay?" he asked quickly. "Is Finn alright? What happened!?"

"I'm fine, Finn's fine," Carole said quickly before continuing. "It's Blaine. I just got assigned to a trauma case at the hospital. Teenage boy beaten up and found in the woods and it's Blaine..."

It seemed like Burt's heart skipped a beat as he sunk down into a nearby chair. "Oh.. Is-" He tried to keep his head clear. "Who- Who beat him up?"

"From the sad mumblings of 'No dad, please stop' we're guessing his father."

Burt let out a breath. "I knew that man was messed up. Did you call the cops to his house yet?"

"He's probably being arrested as we speak." she replied softly "Look I'd say bring Kurt down here to see him but we're putting Blaine in the ICU. Nothing to serious, just a small case of hypothermia which should clear up in a day or so, a broken ankle, cracked ribs, and a few cuts here and there but we want to be safe. He's also a bit feverish and hallucinatory. But the thing is due to Kurt's.. lack of eating, his immune system has probably weakened and after spending a day outside in the cold I have a feeling he'll get sick. I just want you to let him know that as soon as Blaine and himself are well enough he can come over..."

Burt nodded. "Yes, that makes sense. Maybe we can put them on the phone when Blaine is awake if they both wanted to? I know they have some things to talk out."

"I'm sure that'll be fine. How is Kurt? Has he eaten yet? Try to make him something light like toast or soup."

"He ate a little bit before, yes," Burt said, trying to calm himself down.

"That's good.. I should go, I have other patients and I want to check on Blaine but I should be home around five."

Burt nodded and said I love you before hanging up. He mentally prepared himself to tell Kurt as he walked downstairs again. "How are you feeling?" he asked again.

Kurt shook his head slowly and let out a sigh, "I don't feel good."

Burt sat down next to him and put a hand on his forehead. "You're running a fever, kiddo." Kurt frowned sadly. The last time he was sick Blaine came over to watch a marathon round of Disney movies with him. Burt sighed before saying softly. "Blaine was found out in the forest this morning. He was running a high fever and hallucinating because of his injuries." Burt swallowed softly before continuing. "He got beat up and thrown out by his father."

Kurt sat straight up in bed a look of panic and worry crossed his face. "What?! Will you take me there, I wanna see him!"

Burt hushed him gently. "We can't take you in until your fever has gone down, Kurt. But we can set you up on the phone with him?" he asked.

Kurt nodded but teared up anyways, "I need to see him."

Burt nodded. "If your fever is down tomorrow, I'll take you in to see him then," he said.

"Will you stay down here with me?" Kurt whispered looking down.

Burt nodded and sat down, leaning against the headboard. "Of course, kiddo." Kurt leaned back against his dads chest and wiped his eyes. He could feel a cough coming up from his chest but he tried to cover it. He didn't want his dad to think he was actually sick because all Kurt wanted was to see Blaine. "He's going to be okay," Burt whispered and stroked his hair gently. "I promise, bud. He's gonna be fine."

"I think he broke up with me.." Kurt said quietly.

"That boy is crazy about you," Burt said. "All he wants is for you to be healthy. If you can find strength to get better, I assure you that there will be a Hummel-Anderson wedding in a few years," he smiled softly.

"He thinks I hate him. I don't think he loves me anymore. I really messed up."

"Then you have to find a way to make him forgive you," Burt said simply. "He loves you, Kurt. But he is probably very hurt."

"What if he doesn't? I don't know what to do without him. He was going to transfer to McKinley to protect me from-" Kurt stopped realizing he hadn't told his dad about Karofsky.

Burt raised an eyebrow, looking at Kurt firmly. "From what?"

"From..." Kurt paused for a moment to think "From Rachel Berry's crazy antics." he tried.

Burt shook his head. "Don't you dare lie to me, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."

Kurt sighed and told his dad the same thing he told Blaine. Burt stared at him in shock after he was done. He pulled Kurt into a tight hug. "Ohmygod.. That boy is going to jail. I swear."

"He didn't do anything wrong. Besides it's his word against mine and who's a homophobic police station going to believe?"

Burt leaned Kurt's head up to meet his eyes. "I'm getting that boy arrested. You can transfer to Dalton with Blaine if you want. I would rather have you safe there."

"I just want Blaine." he cried.

"I know," Burt said softly. "And you will have him. But first, you need to figure out a way to get better. It's more important than anything."

"No it's not. Blaine is more important. His dad is a monster and Blaine is a good guy. It's not fair!"

Burt hushed him. "Derek Anderson has been arrested. He will never touch Blaine again."

Kurt clung to his dad tighter, thankful that he was good to him. "It's just not fair." he cried again but that quickly turned into a cough.

Burt stroked his back carefully. "I know, son, I know... Now go to sleep." Kurt wanted to protested but sleep sounded so good so he closed his eyes and quickly went under.

Author's Note:

So that just happened… Hope you enjoyed. Next chapter should be up on Tuesday. I was wondering what everyone's favorite chapter is so leave a review Thank you from me and Helen and thank you to Helen for roleplaying this with me.