Just a quick note...I was reading through a previous chapter in the fanfiction site and noticed that all the little breaks where the scene changes were missing, so sorry if that made it a little confusing.

Italics are flasbacks.

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CHAPTER NINE

"I'm s-sorry…it's just h-hard." Blaine had almost composed himself enough to continue telling his story, but the pain he felt was too much. It was consuming his mind like so many times before and Blaine didn't want to go back there.

Kurt leant forward, placing his hand on Blaine's arm. "Blaine, you don't have to do all this right away, or all at once."

"But I need to-"

"How about we take a break? Freshen up, clear your mind, and then you can tell me some more." Kurt suggested over the top of Blaine's insistence. Pushing himself too far won't do Blaine any favours, he needed to take things slowly as he was very fragile right now.

Blaine looked stricken for a moment. "You're not leaving are you?"

Kurt smiled gently. He had to be home soon if he wanted to finish marking some test papers, but he opted to stay for Blaine. His wellbeing was more important right now and Kurt didn't want the boy to fall into the deep end again.

"I can stay if you need me to."

Blaine just nodded with a small smile.

The talk about nothing and everything for about an hour after Kurt convinced Blaine to just relax for a while. Lunch was brought in for Blaine just as the boy started to complain about being hungry, but was unable to stomach everything because of the state his body was in; it was still recovering from the ordeal.

He shared what he couldn't eat with Kurt, feeling a little jittery because they were sharing a meal. As soon as the thought popped into his mind, Blaine distracted himself with another question for Kurt.

The hour passed quickly and Blaine decided it was time to finish his story.

"Do you think you're ready now?" Kurt asked gently.

Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but promptly closed it, seeming reluctant to continue. "If it's too much Blaine, you don't have to keep going."

Blaine sighed. "No, it's fine. I was just thinking about something."

Kurt stayed silent, waiting for Blaine to continue.

"I-I'm a lot better at expressing what I'm thinking through my writing, so would you mind reading something for me?"

A little taken aback, Kurt just nodded. Blaine leant over to the other side of the bed where a set of draws were place. He opened the top one and pulled out a notebook that appeared to have travelled the world fifty times over.

Pages were sticking out everywhere and the book was obviously bulging far more than what it should have been. Blaine opened the book to a page that had been marked and held it out to Kurt.

Kurt took the book from Blaine's slightly trembling fingers. "I, umm...I wrote this yesterday."

Looking down at the writing before him, Kurt noticed that it wasn't set out like Blaine's usual story writing. It was actually everywhere and a little hard to follow. It took Kurt a moment to realise that it was actually a song.

Short sentences had been written, words crossed out until the right one had been chosen. "You wrote a song?"

"Y-yeah, it helps me sort out what's going on in my head."

Kurt read through the lines once he found the flow of them, heart clenching at the words he was reading. The words he read were so emotion, filled with so much pain and desperation that it was hard for Kurt not to cry.

"Blaine, this is amazing." Kurt breathed in awe. "I can't even begin to imagine how moving it would be to listen to it."

Blaine took the book back when Kurt passed it over. "I don't think I could ever sing it, I wouldn't be able to handle it. Writing it was hard enough."

"Don't ever doubt yourself, Blaine." Kurt insisted. "One day, you will be able to sing this song and you will be able to reflect on how you got passed this point of your life. You will be proud of yourself for being strong, just like I am of you right now."

A small tear escaped from Blaine's eye. "No one has ever said that to me before."

"Well, then they're all idiots." Kurt smiled as he got a laugh out of Blaine. "I promise you, Blaine, that you will be singing this song one day."

"Thank-you, Kurt."

Blaine took a deep breath and Kurt sat comfortably back in his chair, both of them readying themselves for the next chapter.

Blaine felt his body being forced forwards, causing him to stumble as he is shoved through the front door of his house. He crashed into the stand that sits by the door, causing a loud noise to echo through the house.

"To you room. Now!"

John Anderson boomed at his son. Blaine cringed under the glare that was pointedly directed at him. He had never been so scared of anyone in his life. When Blaine went to walk up the stairs, his mother, Claire, came out of the kitchen, wondering what the noise was all about.

On instinct, Blaine called out to her and attempted to run into her arms, needing the comfort of his mother's hold, even if he was just about to start high school.

He never got the chance though.

As his foot settled on the bottom step, his father grabbed him by the arms and started to drag him away, claiming that he had no right to touch his wife with his dirty hands.

Blaine put up a fight, kicking and yelling at his father to let him go. He tried to pry his father's hands off of him, but his grip was too strong.

Mr Anderson shoved Blaine forcefully though his bedroom door, once again causing Blaine to stumble. This time, however, Blaine tripped and landed on the hard edge of his bed. He felt the wood dig into his ribs, knocking the wind out of him.

As he gasped for breath, Claire screamed at John, demanding to know what the hell was going on. She tried to get to her Blaine, but her husband had pulled his bedroom door closed.

"John, what do you think you are doing to him?!"

"I'm punishing him for his behaviour."

Claire stared in shock, having no idea what Blaine could have done for John to react this way towards their son. "What did he do?"

"I found him…in the woods…kissing." The word fell from his mouth, dripping in disgust and Blaine heard it loud and clear through his door. He fought to hold the tears back as he struggled to find air.

Claire was flabbergasted. "John, he is a teenage boy, there is nothing wrong with him kissing at this age. How dare you treat him like this. Open his door, now."

John made a noise of protest. "Claire, I found him kissing…Jake."

Blaine heard his mother gasp, the he heard a sob. Out in the hallway, Claire Anderson cried as her husband told her the truth about their son, how wrong he was and how much of a disappointment it was to have in their family.

They left the hall, and Blaine; left him to find his breath again. Once he was okay enough to stand, Blaine fumbled for his phone, finding it in his pocket. He unlocked the screen and was greeted with five missed calls and a dozen text messages, all from Jake.

Blaine, are you okay?

I'm sorry :(

I'm here if you need to talk.

I'm getting worried now, Blaine.

The other texts were very much the same, so Blaine dialled his voice mail and was greeted by his friend's frantic pleas.

"Blaine, I'm getting really worried, please just tell me that you're okay."

"Goddammit, Blaine. What the hell is going on? Call me, okay?"

Blaine deleted all the voice mails and then found his best friend's name in his phone before clicking call. He didn't have to wait any longer than the first ring as Jake answered instantly.

"Blaine, oh thank-god! What the hell dude, are you trying to give me a heart attack before I even reach high school?"

"Hello to you too, Jake."

"Sorry. Hi Blaine."

"That's better."

"Dude, seriously. What is going on?"

"Dad is furious. Mum is depressed. Now I am the shame of the family."

"Don't you dare talk like that!"

Blaine got up from off the floor to plop himself on his bed. A jolt of pain shot through his ribs and he groaned in protest. "Blaine, what was that?"

"Nothing."

He spoke too quickly and defensively. "Don't lie, what the hell happened."

Blaine retold what had happened when Jake left, how he was dragged back to the house, shoved through the door and how he hit his bed. He told Jake how he struggled to breathe.

"He what?!"

The sound of loud, stomping footsteps echoed through the house and Blaine panicked. "I have to go, Jake."

"Blaine, don't you hang u-"

Blaine cut off the line just as his father flung the door open. His phone dropped onto his bed, luckily missed by John. His mother followed shortly after and Blaine was almost brought to tears just from looking at their disgusted expressions.

His father stepped forward and spoke to him robotically. "Your behaviour is unacceptable, Blaine. You are not to see Jake again and you will attend church every Sunday with your mother until you are rid of this…curse."

Tears cut through Blaine's lids. "Dad, please…" Blaine choked. "This isn't a c-curse, it's who I a-am."

"You will do as I say, Blaine." John bellowed. "Your warped lifestyle choices are not permitted under this roof. You either get fixed, or you leave."

Both his parents gave him pointed looks before they turned away and walked from his room. Blaine sat on his bed, his knees pulled to his chest as he cried. He sobbed for what felt like hours until he heard the distinct sound of a car leaving their driveway. He looked out the window to see his parents leaving.

Immediately, Blaine pulled out his phone and dialled Jake's number, needing the comfort of his best friend.

Kurt held Blaine tightly as the boy sobbed his way through his story. Kurt had moved to sit on the edge of Blaine's bed when it appeared he was struggling for breath. Kurt let Blaine cry, as he held him. He didn't care if others found this inappropriate, Blaine needed someone to look after him, someone to understand.

After Blaine had calmed down, Kurt loosened his grip and pulled himself from the edge of the bed. He promised Blaine that he would be back to hear the rest once Blaine had rested and gotten some strength back; he was emotionally exhausted.

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