The beating went on daily. Whenever Blaine got back from school, which was another nightmare, his parents would start beating him and calling him names until he feigns unconsciousness or until they were tired. By now, he knows to angle his body in a way that they won't hit his past injuries or they won't injure an important organ. He still never told anyone about them. Why? He was scared and still a child and just a freshman in school. He thought maybe one day they would realize that it was their son, their own flesh and blood, that they were beating like an animal; safe to say that day never came. Not only was he getting hell at home, but also at school. His old friends and the bullies would make it their mission to shove him into lockers, or dump slushies on his perfect curls, or trip him when he was walking to class. To make matters worse, everybody, including the teachers, saw this going on but they did nothing to stop it. In a way, they were homophobic assholes as well. He still never told anyone. Not even Cooper.
One night, over 2 months after the first beating, his dad had a bad day at the law office and he decided to take it out on his son. He started hitting Blaine with his fist first but when he wasn't satisfied with that, he started using anything he could find around him; his shoes, the glass table by the door where they put keys, and the coat hanger. Blaine tried faking being unconscious but that did not make his father let up, if anything his anger doubled over. Blaine tried screaming but he was silenced by boots to his stomach; he tried reaching for something to grab but he grabbed his mother and she slapped the hand away; he tried blocking the attack but he couldn't move. He was sure he heard several cracks meaning most of his bones were broken, however, his father must have not heard it because he kept beating his son. When he was too tired, his father stopped. He looked down at Blaine's limp body and spat on him "Stupid fag, why don't you just die already?" and just left with his mother. Blaine laid immobile on the floor, mainly because he was physically broken everywhere, but also because he was emotionally exhausted. He didn't understand why his parents hated him so much. It wasn't like he was doing horribly at school, he was still the top student in all his classes despite the bullying. He was still very polite and dapper when his parents had company. All that changed, or maybe he just realized, is that he was gay. He didn't get the big deal. When were they going to realize this? Well he wasn't going to stick around and find out.
That same night, Blaine got up from the floor and ran away from home. It wasn't like his parents cared anyway, so he just left the house without grabbing anything. He walked and walked until he noticed a car pull up behind him and started following him. Finally, the car stopped and out came two guys who were walking close behind him because he never slowed his pace, considering his injuries.
"Hey Curly Sue, slow down." He heard one of the guys say.
"Dude, slow down. We're not going to kidnap you or beat you up, we just want to talk." He heard the other one say. He didn't want to believe them because it was in the middle of the night and two random strangers wanted to just talk to him, but there was something about their voice that made him stop. He turned around slowly and was met by two men, he couldn't really see their faces because it was dark but he could tell that they were not smiling.
"Listen, I don't want any trouble" Blaine said cursing his voice for betraying his confidence.
"Its cool. Neither do we. You are very bloody, and your limping badly. We just want to help man." The tallest of the boys said.
"Yeah. Get in the car and we will get you to the hospital."
Blaine considered his options. He could turn around and start running for the hills but that would prove a difficult task seeing that he was sure he had a sprained ankle, courtesy of his bullies in school for tripping him. Also he was very cold; it was the middle of April and instead of the weather warming up for the summer, it got colder. It was also raining and all he had on was a black polo shirt and red skinny jeans with black converse, he was soaking wet. His whole body felt like a mixture of fire and ice; he was cold but not numb. He could still feel the pains from the beatings and he knows he might have a concussion. So he complied.
"Please just take me to the hospital and I will do anything you want." He asked quietly.
"We don't want anything. Just to help."
Once he got into the car, he was very grateful for the warmth. He wanted to fall asleep but the tallest of the guys wouldn't let him.
"With that huge cut by the back of your head, I don't think you should sleep. You might have a concussion and you shouldn't sleep because you might fall into a coma."
Blaine simply nodded.
"Oh I'm Jeff Thompson by the way" He said waving from the driver's seat. He had blonde hair and a skinny face and he was tall. The guy sitting next to Blaine, who had let Blaine rest his head on his shoulder spoke up next. "I'm Nick Swazi." He said with a smile. He was shorter than Jeff. he had jet black hair that came across his forehead like a bang and if Blaine wasn't exhausted he would drool at the fact that this guy was kind of hot. Blaine managed to croak out his name "Blaine Anderson"
Once they got to the hospital, their nice and friendly demeanor changed to an over-bearing parent's. They demanded a stretcher for Blaine, made sure the nurse took a good look at his head for any concussion and made sure they stop the bleeding on his arms and internally. Blaine did not know why they did that but he was grateful that at least they cared. After the doctor looked him over he was given permission to sleep. Blaine could not be more happy, so he fell asleep.
When he came to, he saw Nick staring down at him with a smile on his face and out of reflex, Blaine smiled back. He quickly caught himself and turned his head. His throat hurt, and he was very thirsty, he could faintly feel the pain in his ankles and his ribs, and his head hurt, but aside from that he felt fine.
"Hey Jeff! Get in here! He's awake!" Nick yelled outside the door.
"Hey Curly Sue" Jeff greeted him walking in. "Bout time you woke up. We were starting to get worried."
"Th-" He couldn't talk because wow his throat really hurt. Nick reached over to the table and grabbed a glass of water and put it to his lips. After Blaine finished the water, he turned and smiled at Nick.
"Better?" Nick asked
"Much. Thank you" His voice was still hoarse but he could talk now.
"Great. Now you wanna tell us what the hell happened?" Jeff asked. Blaine looked to both men to see if he could really trust them. I mean why couldn't he right? They offered him, a complete stranger, a ride to the hospital, made sure he was taken care of, and stayed with him until he woke up, if they wanted to jump him they would have done it by now.
"um- why did you guys act all demanding when we got here earlier?" Blaine asked instead of answering the question.
Nick laughed and responded "That wasn't earlier. That was three days ago." Blaine gasped. He was asleep for three days? What if he never woke up? What about his school? what if his parents came looking for him?
"Hey. Hey. Relax." Jeff spoke up sensing his distress. "If we didn't act like that, they wouldn't have taken care of you right away like they did."
Blaine looked at Jeff. "Um- did anyone ask of my name while I was asleep?"
"Nope. They made sure you were taken care of first and no one has come looking for you or asked about you since we got here." Jeff responded. "Now will you talk to us?"
Blaine nodded and told them his story. From being bullied at school by his old friends to his parents beatings at home to the reason he was out late in the rain and bloody. He didn't know how the guys would take the news but when he looked at them Nick staring at him with tears in his eyes and Jeff looked furious.
"You wanna tell us why they did all that?" Jeff asked because Nick couldn't talk. Blaine was apprehensive about this part because he did not know how they would react to him being gay. Maybe there were just like everyone else in his life, they cared but for only a short time.
"Because I'm gay."
