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Blaine was bored. He had been sitting up in his hospital bed – not allowed to wonder around on his own – for two hours with nothing more than the small television to entertain him. It would have been okay, had there been anything decent to watch, but as he didn't know German, wasn't five years old and would rather watch grass grow than watch an auction, there really was no other option but to be bored.

He had tried writing, but even though it helped him, it also worked up his emotions and he needed his mind to be fresh for when Kurt came back. And that there might just be his problem. He was waiting for Kurt to come visit again.

Waiting was never Blaine's finest quality, but this different. Waiting for Kurt left an ache in his chest and he knew exactly why; his heart ached for the man. He had pushed the thoughts of wanting Kurt from his mind when his teacher had last visited, but now that Kurt wasn't here, it was harder to ignore them.

It was inappropriate to feel this way about his teacher, Blaine knew that. He didn't see Kurt that way, though. He saw him as a friend, someone who understood him, who could help him. Maybe that is why Blaine's heart ached for him to be around, because Kurt was like a comfort for him, someone he could lean on.

"Hey, you up for a visitor?" The quiet voice at the door only barely registered to Blaine as his mind ran circles around him. He looked up to see Kurt poking his head around the door, smiling kindly.

Blaine let out a sigh of relief. "Yes! God, I am so bored."

Kurt let out a laugh and stepped into the room. Blaine took notice of his outfit – skin tight jeans in a deep shade of red along with a white button up – and had to put in effort to not stare.

"Lucky I stopped by, then." Kurt pulled out a small paper bag and two familiar looking cups which placed it on the wheelie table beside Blaine's bed, opening it and taking out the contents. "Okay, we have a double cheeseburger, a large fries, a blueberry muffin and I had no idea what kind of coffee you drink, so I got you a frappe because everyone loves frappes. Oh, and a biscotti – which you're sharing, by the way."

Blaine positively beamed. "Wow…Kurt, you didn't have to get all this."

"I know, but everyone hates the horrible food patients are served in hospitals, so I thought you would welcome a nice change." Kurt grinned, sitting down in the chair beside Blaine's bed after he placed the table in a position that Blaine could easily reach.

Blaine groaned in agreement. "You're definitely not wrong about that. I really appreciate it, Kurt. I really do, you didn't have to, you're already doing so much, you-"

"Blaine."

"Sorry." Blaine ducked his head, a blush creeping along his neck and a small smile spreading over his lips.

"It's okay, you're welcome."

They sit in silence for a while as Blaine starts to eat his lunch, starting with the fries as Kurt pulled out his own lunch from the bag. Blaine felt content like this, the feeling of knowing that someone cares and thinks of his needs not just their own.

Blaine picked up his cheeseburger once he had gone through his fries, biting into it hungrily. The taste made his mouth water. After five days of hospital food, the grease filled burger was like heaven. "This reminds me of the first time I ever had a cheeseburger."

"You can actually remember that?" Kurt laughed, picking up his chicken burger.

A sad look crossed over Blaine's face and Kurt regretted the question immediately. "Blaine, I...I'm sorry, I didn't-"

Blaine shook his head and waved off Kurt's apology. "No, it's okay. I brought it up, you don't have to apologise.

"You're sure?"

"Of course." Blaine sighed as he put down half of his burger. "I guess now is a good time to finish telling you what happened?"

Kurt considered the option. "Don't push yourself, you tell me when you're ready."

"Surprisingly, things were quite normal after my parents found out. They pretended I wasn't there for a week and then all of a sudden, I was the son to them that I was before."

"We did normal things together, dad took me to games, mum talked to me more than she ever has, they both took me out for meals more often than normal..."

Blaine sat at the table, considering his options on the menu. The restaurant that his parents had brought him to wasn't the usual fancy affair, it was more like a diner than a restaurant. The options on the menu included foods like burgers and pizza, there were booths lining the walls and a few tables in the larger section of the relatively small building.

The Anderson family never ate at places like this, Blaine's parents usually preferring to spend their evening wearing elegant clothing and purchasing way too expensive meals that came at half the size.

Blaine was confused, but he wasn't complaining. It was a nice change to be treated like a normal teenager and not some snotty rich kid. It was nice to have a relationship back with his parents, whereas two weeks ago had been horrible, living in silence in his own home; this was a nice change.

It had been this way for the past week and a half, his parents paid particular attention to him, involved themselves in his life more often – sometimes a little too often – spent more time with him and made him feel like a loved teenager.

It felt as if the whole thing with Jake had not even happened. Which Blaine knew it had as he spoke to Jake at least once a day on the phone for hours when his parents had gone to sleep. He saw Jake at school now that they had started back, though they didn't share many classes, they got to have lunch together.

Blaine didn't let himself worry for too long. Because why worry about something when there is nothing wrong? "Blaine, honey, have you decided what you want to eat?"

"Er, the chicken salad."

His father regarded him with a slightly disappointed look. "You sure? You don't want the burger or some pizza?"

"No, the salad is fine." Blaine assured, slightly confused by his father's behaviour.

John's expression turned cold, taking Blaine back to his room where his parents stood in front of him and told him that he needed to be fixed. "You're a growing boy, you need to eat more than just a salad."

"It'll be enough dad, I don't feel like a greasy burger or pizza."

His mother was still staring at her menu, eyes not moving and cold like her husbands. John stared at Blaine for a moment before giving up and signalling the waitress over.

Kurt listened with confusion, not understanding where Blaine was going with this, but he knew that it was significant, he just didn't know why.

"It was then that I started to notice what they were doing. Dad was always trying to feed me more food than I could eat with more calories than I needed. Mum started to talk to me about the people in my classes, paying particular attention to any girls I mentioned. Dad bought and old, broken down car and had me help fix it, taking up all my time on the weekends. I never got the chance to play my guitar, or sing."

"They were trying to make me straight. They even went as far as giving me The Talk when I brought a friend, Melissa, home from school one day. I couldn't handle it, but knew I had to sit through it. The pattern continued for weeks. Dad would come home every Friday night with a new activity for us men to do and mum constantly asked about girls.

"I was still talking to Jake, whenever I knew my parents weren't around. I went to his house a lot, needing to get away from home. They never knew I was there, mum and dad. They always thought I was out with girls or the football team, but I was always with Jake. Almost half way into my freshman year was when everything came crashing down…"

Blaine was sitting on his bed, resting against the headboard. He was holding his phone to his ear, listening to Jake chatter about everything he could think of. That's what Blaine liked the most about his best friend, he never ran out of anything to say and Blaine could just sit and listen. This is what they always did when Blaine wasn't in the best of moods, Jake took control of the conversation and just provided a comfort for Blaine.

Partway through their conversation, Blaine's dad called from downstairs to announce that they were home. Panicking, Blaine quickly said goodbye to Jake and promised to talk later and apologising that he had to go earlier than he had planned.

"Blaine, are you in there?"

"Uh, yeah dad." Blaine stammered. "Just a sec."

His door opened, revealing his dad in his usual business suit – an outfit that he never left the house without. "Blaine, what are you hiding?"

Blaine pulled his hand out from under his pillow where he had been pushing his phone out of sight. "Hiding? What do you mean?"

"Don't lie to me, Blaine."

John didn't wait for an answering response from Blaine, he just stepped forward and pulled Blaine's pillow out from behind him. Panic sunk in when Blaine saw his father's eyes land on his phone, knowing that there was no way out of the inevitable.

Blaine held his breath as his father picked up his phone and scrolled through lists that Blaine couldn't see. He knew his father had seen either his text messages or calls list when the man's expression turned stiff, jaw set.

John's hand clenched tightly around Blaine's phone, his knuckles turning white. He spoke to Blaine through clenched teeth. "I told you…to stay…away…from this…kid."

"I-I know, but-"

"No buts!" John bellowed, the noise echoing around Blaine's room like thunder. "You are not to see him or contact him ever again. We gave you two choices, Blaine. You could either fix yourself, or get out."

Blaine felt the sting return behind his eyes, one he hadn't felt since the night his father found him with Jake. "Dad, I don't need fixing, there is nothing to fix."

The pleading sound in his sons voice had no effect on John. "You made your choice, Blaine. Pack your things, you're going."

John turned to Blaine's cupboard and pulled out his suitcase, throwing it onto the bed beside Blaine.

"Dad, no…please. Please, dad. You can't do this, I-I can change, I'll try harder."

John turned back to Blaine, glaring directly into his son's pleading eyes. "No, you had your chance, have your bags packed in an hour."

Tears leaked through Blaine's eyelids as he squeezed his eyes shut. "But wh-where will I g-go?"

Blaine choked out the words, a lump forming in his throat.

"You're going to Dalton Academy."

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