A/N: Heyy guys! I like this chapter a lot, so I hope you guys do too! There's not much for me to say, but the updates may not be as frequent for the next week. Between preparing for my concert on Saturday, homework, and some other things, I won't have a lot of time to write. I'll still try though, I promise!
Enjoyy, you guys!
-Morgy
Blaine POV
The next morning was probably worse than dinner the night before.
I was woken up by my father screaming profanities throughout the house and then he stormed into my room.
"What did I do now?" I asked with pure venom behind my sarcasm.
"Don't ever talk back to me like you did last night and just now ever again!" he shouted then slapped me.
"Just when the bruises were starting to fade," I muttered as I got up to get a shower.
My arm was feeling a lot better that day, so I left the sling off while getting ready. It made everything easier, and I was able to gel my hair.
I was still forced to wear it during school which sucked.
By the time Glee rehearsal came by, I completely forgot that Monique was going to be there. That is, until I heard her squeal of excitement as I walked into the room.
I ignored her and asked Mr. Schue if we were going to be dancing at all. When he answered "no," I immediately took the sling off and sat down.
After about five minutes, the whole club had filed in, and Mr. Schue began the rehearsal.
"Okay, everybody, we're only going to be singing a bit today. We do have a small audience, though." he gestured to Monique, "This is Monique Thompson. Blaine's?"
He looked at me hoping to finish what she was to me. I was about to answer 'stalker' but Monique beat me to it.
"Girlfriend," she sighed happily and looked at me. A few people looked at me weirdly and I quickly shook my head 'no.'
"Um, okay, well let's go to the auditorium, so she can sit in the audience. Don't worry, Blaine, we won't be dancing." Mr. Schue said.
We all walked to the auditorium. Monique was practically hanging on my hurt arm. It brought tears to my eyes, and Marley seemed to notice.
"Blaine, I need to ask you a question," she said and I gladly tore away from the leech.
"Thanks," I said once Monique was out of earshot.
Marley just smiled.
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We had gone over a few numbers, and it felt like Monique was stripping me with her eyes the whole time. It wasn't a very good feeling.
We were all sitting on stools starting another number when I heard the distinct sound of the auditorium door opening and closing. Monique hadn't moved at all, so I dismissed it.
Rehearsal soon ended, and Schue asked me if I would mind singing a ballad at Nationals. I gladly said yes.
Monique seemed to be beckoning me, so I walked down to her.
I barely got a word out before her tongue was shoved down my throat. I heard a collective gasp come from the remainder of the New Directions on stage (Schue had left).
I also heard someone clearing his throat from the back of the auditorium.
"Excuse me," he said and Monique jumped away. I fell to the ground but caught myself which didn't feel too good for my shoulder. Definitely wearing the sling all day tomorrow, I thought to myself.
"Who are you?" Monique asked the man.
"His boyfriend," Kurt said and came over to help me up.
Monique said something, but I didn't hear her due to the fact that my wonderful boyfriend was here right in front of me.
"Hey," I breathed then the pain in my arm came back and I hissed at the pain.
"Where's your sling, honey?" he asked.
"The choir room with my bag," I answered. When he looked at me skeptically, I added, "I took it off for Glee because we weren't dancing and my arm was feeling a bit better."
"Okay, let's go get it," he kissed me cheek gently and I winced. If not for my father hitting me this morning, it wouldn't be as bad.
Kurt helped me up and we walked to the choir room. Monique trailed behind us ranting about something, but I ignored her.
Until she said, "I'll just tell your dad that your boyfriend came home."
I spun around and said, "Don't you dare. You don't know what he does."
"Oh, honey, I know exactly what he does. He did that to your shoulder, and those bruises on your face. You deserve it too. Being gay isn't good. That's why your father wants you to date me." she said with a smirk.
I felt all of the color drain from my face. She knew that my father abused me and didn't even say anything. No words could express the thoughts running through my mind, so I just stood there with my mouth agape.
Thankfully, Kurt came to my aid.
"If you think that gay people deserve abuse, you are sadly mistaken. Nobody deserves the kind of abuse Blaine has received from his father in the past week. It's not just some scrapes and bruises. He has a freaking dislocated shoulder. Maybe you need to learn the difference between right and wrong. Come on Blaine," he led me the rest of the way to the choir room.
Once there, I put on my sling and grabbed my bag.
"Do you need anything from your locker?" Kurt asked.
There were a couple of other people still in the room, including Schue, who all looked up when they heard Kurt's voice.
"No, can we go over to your place for a bit?" I asked, hopeful.
"Sure," Kurt said and pecked my lips. "Just let me talk to Schue for a minute."
I sighed and sat down in a seat, leaned back, and closed my eyes.
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Kurt POV
"Mr. Schue," I said, getting his attention. "Can we talk?" I nodded towards the empty hallway.
"Sure," he replied and we walked out of the choir room. "How's New York?"
"Amazing, but that's not why I needed to talk to you."
He looked at me with a weird expression, "What's wrong?"
I knew that I should tell him the whole truth, but Blaine needs to be able to tell some other people on his own.
"Don't let Blaine's dad convince you to do anything. He doesn't exactly have the best intentions for him, and that girl is basically trying to turn Blaine for his dad. It's all so morally wrong, and Blaine needs Glee to be his safe space for awhile." I explained.
Mr. Schue nodded. "Okay, thanks for telling me. How long are you in town?"
"The rest of the month. The only reason I actually came back was for Blaine. I was lucky enough to have the time off from work, and Blaine really needs some help standing up to his dad."
He nodded again, and I went back inside to see Blaine slumped in a chair with his eyes closed. I smiled and nudged his shoulder so we could go out to my car.
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Random question of the day: Have any of you ever had Glee/Klaine related dreams?
I have. It was a Klaine wedding and I was crying when I woke up. *sigh* my life has no meaning.
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