Well hey...this chapters a bit late but its Saturday so its fine. I actually wrote this chapter, didn't like it, and wrote it again. Yay. But I hope you like this and I promise something actually interestin will happen next chapter. Please review, I'd like to maybe get some more to know what you think a bit more. Again, I have no idea how long this story will be...but oh well. Thank you, love you guys!
Kurt didn't want to go to school. He'd managed not to wake Blaine up the whole time he'd been getting ready, but now he couldn't bring himself to leave. After how he'd reacted to Rachel and Mercedes, the doctor decided it would've been better to stay at home for a bit longer. His body hadn't healed very much at all either, and Carole doubted he'd be able to make it around school for a whole day.
Of course Burt hadn't let Kurt stay home as well no matter how much he begged. He felt like the worst boyfriend in the world just leaving him there, but he knew he wouldn't be totally alone. He was pretty sure Carole had the day off, so she would be able to help. It wasn't just that he wanted someone to be with Blaine, it was that Blaine wasn't even able to be alone.
Kurt was counting how many minutes he had left before he absolutely had to leave for school without being late. He had just finished writing a note to leave for Blaine to read, and was sitting on the bed with him. Blaine had rolled himself so he was clutching at the sides of his legs and his head on his stomach.
The silence was nice. Blaine was warm on him and wondered if anyone would notice if he stayed home. Blaine wouldn't tell on him. From where Blaine was lying on him he could see the big scar that ran across the back of his head. It seemed overlooked to him, because it was really the first time he'd given it any attention.
It was a pretty large gash that ran across the back of his head. It looked painful, and Kurt had to throw away not just the pillow cover but the actual pillow he had rested it on while it was bleeding. Kurt lightly skimmed his fingers across it, but from the way the fingers that were draped across him tightened, he stopped.
He had to leave for school. He glanced over to the clock and if he left much late he'd definitely be late. Kurt eased himself off the bed, but Blaine started awake from the way he'd been jostled. He looked blearily up at Kurt. He reached over and stroked the top of his head and cheek.
"Shh, go back to sleep sweetie." Blaine grumbled in protest but still laid his head back down and shut his eyes. Kurt bent down and kissed him on the forehead, and traced his fingers down Blaine's arms as he walked away. He had dark purple bags under his eyes and his skin was pale and sunken. The nightmare he'd had the night before was terrible, and Kurt doubted Blaine had even gotten an hour of sleep afterwards.
The nightmares woke everyone up, except Finn who could sleep through anything, but it was worst for Blaine. They scared him and while Kurt had gotten back to sleep easily last night, Blaine had been rigid and shaking for hours. The exhaustion was getting to him, so Kurt was glad he was going back to sleep. He just hoped the moment he'd been awake wouldn't cause him another nightmare.
As he headed up the stairs he didn't even bother to check himself in the mirror. He didn't really care what he looked like because he was pretty sure he'd be spending most of the day answering questions about Blaine. He knew Rachel and Mercedes would have told the whole glee club, and they would all have their own twisted versions for him to put straight.
He shouted goodbye to Carole and his dad before heading to his car. As he did, he turned on his phone that had been off since he'd replied to the girls. Kurt wasn't surprised to get one from all the glee members asking what was wrong with Blaine. He just wished for once that his friend could keep their mouths shut.
He sighed and started the car. At least if he was late he'd a have a few lessons before the questions started. He turned his phone up to the loudest it could go in case anyone at home had to call him, and drove. It made his heart hurt more and more the further away he got. He just hoped the school day would go quickly.
Burt didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. The house was eerily quiet after Carole had left for work, and he had to keep reminding himself that Blaine was there as well. He sat watching a football with the volume down low so he wouldn't wake him- he knew how exhausted Blaine was becoming through all of it.
Burt knew that Blaine was absolutely terrified of him, and that was why he wasn't keen on being alone in the house with him. He refused to be alone in the same room, so what would happen while he was alone with him and no one else? He didn't know, but did know it wouldn't be good.
Worst of all, he hated lying to Kurt. He'd told his son that Carole would be staying home, not him. They'd all thought that Blaine would've recovered more and he'd be at school, so when Carole found out otherwise it was too late for her to get the time off work. Kurt never would have let Burt look after his boyfriend because of how terrified he was of him.
But what Kurt didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Burt just hoped that Blaine would stay asleep until he had to go to therapy. His appointment that was meant to be on Friday had been moved to Monday, so she would see him three days in a row. Burt couldn't really comprehend how that boy he used to know had turned into this one. He'd turned into someone he didn't recognise, a shivering wreck that could be sent into a downward spiral of panic at a single word.
Maybe one day he'd change back, and he'd be able to cope without Kurt around. That was something else he wanted to help Blaine with. He needed to learn how to be alone with Burt or Finn in case one day he needed to be.
He'd been watching television for about ten minutes, and Kurt's bedroom had stayed silent. He was just about to get up and get a drink when he heard a small noise float down the hallway. It wasn't a scream, it sounded more like sobbing or a weak cry for help. Burt knew that the nightmares got worse and worse, so it might be better to wake him up now.
He headed down the stairs, but stopped outside the door. He didn't know if Blaine was having a nightmare, and if he wasn't then Burt was practically ambushing him. He waited for a sign or noise that Blaine was in distress, but after a few minutes of silence he headed back upstairs. Hopefully he wouldn't have another nightmare and would sleep for a bit. God knew he needed it.
It was about thirty minutes later when he heard from Blaine again. The game was still on when he heard a small voice. "Carole?" Blaine's voice was shaking like he was crying or in pain, and Burt jumped off the couch. He was about to descend down the stairs when Blaine shouted for Carole again, and Burt stopped. He wasn't expecting him.
He knocked timidly on the door and tried to use his nicest voice. "Carole's not here, it's just me. Can I come in?" He heard a whimper from the other side. Burt hated how the bastard Blaine called his father could make him so afraid of anyone bigger than him. He could hear him shuffling around, and another whimper which sounded like it was caused by pain.
"No." Blaine's voice was very high. Burt sighed. "Look, I'm not gonna do anything. Just let me help, okay?" He could practically hear Blaine thinking. "No, I'm fine." The springs in the bed squeaked, so Blaine was sitting down. But Burt didn't care, he needed to get in. "Why did you call Carole if you're fine?"
"Um...To say hi?" He grabbed the door handle. Something was wrong and big or small, he had to help. "I'm coming in, okay?" He didn't wait for a reply and pushed the door open gently. He was met with two wide staring at him in terror. Blaine was hunched up against the backboard. Burt guessed that was what he was going to be met with. He wasn't prepared for what else he saw though...
Blaine was back there again. His father was looming over him with power and control. Blaine wasn't screaming though. He kept telling himself it was a dream, that it wasn't real and that he could wake up anytime he wanted to. Because he'd woken up only briefly, he was in a state of being asleep and awake.
But he couldn't wake up. His brain was wresting between consciousnesses but neither was winning or losing. He thought maybe if he let out a noise or scream for help someone would wake him up. He let out a noise but he didn't know how loud it was. Maybe someone would help.
But his father just stayed in his vision, and the blurry line of being awake was getting harder to cross. He flailed his body in his dream to maybe push his father away, but instead the dream disappeared and he smacked his hand on the bedside table. He was shocked awake and sat up cradling his hand.
It took a couple of seconds for the fuzz to fade until Blaine realised he was awake, and that the pain in his hand was very real. He checked it over and it didn't look like much major damage had been done. He looked over at the clock, and school hadn't started very long ago. Kurt wasn't there.
He switched on the light even though it wasn't dark and sat up to try and clear his head. He looked around and tried to stretch out all the knots in his back before he noticed a folded piece of paper with his name on it. It was in Kurt's hand writing, so he shot his arm out to read it. He wanted to feel like Kurt was there. As he unfolded it, it even smelt like his boyfriend. His squinted his one working eye and read.
"Dear Blaine,
Good morning! I didn't want to wake you up while I was getting ready, I thought you'd rather sleep. I have to go to school, I wish I didn't but my dad is making me (we'll get our revenge at some point!). I'd much rather spend today with lovely you.
Carole's staying home with you today so if you need anything then you can ask her. I swear you're like her favourite son out of all of us. She has to take you to see Doctor Mayward today as well, tell me how it goes later?
Anyways, Glee club is on today and I'm going to go so I can fill you in when I get home. Sectionals awaits! I'm pretty sure they're all going to ask me stuff about you but I won't answer any of them. Text me if you have any ideas of what to say?
That's all, I hope you have a really good day while I have to go 'learn' or whatever. I'll text you and I'm getting your homework, look forward to it!
I love you so much, have fun with Carole! I'll see you later.
Kurt xxx"
Blaine put the letter down and smiled. He could almost picture Kurt writing it and thinking so hard about what to put in it. He put it down and got up. He didn't really feel like going up to sit with Carole yet, so he turned on the TV that was on the wall. Kurt had taught him all the little secret things that were around the room, and how to work the television. Blaine had never really had a TV to watch past the age of twelve so Kurt's DVD collection was fun to go through.
He was about halfway through an episode of Grey's anatomy when his stomach started to growl. He still didn't want to go upstairs, and he wasn't keen on the idea of eating all together. But after of weekend practically starvation, he figured it would be best to digest something.
Blaine knew that Kurt had cereal bars and other snacks in a draw in his closet, and he'd been granted special access to them. He got up and on his feet for the first time that day and started to head over there. He couldn't help but think that a draw full of secret food was just so cute of his boyfriend. It was so...Kurt.
He limped over to the closet and grabbed anything to settle his stomach. A morning with television, some nice food and time to be alone was actually seeming quite nice. It was nice to enjoy the peace. But as he made his way back, he stumbled on his unreliable legs and fell backwards. Blaine had been doing his fair share of falling recently.
Falling back was better than forward. He thought that it would be better to fall on his backside rather than his already sore arms. But he hadn't noticed the bedside table was too close, and as he fell his head landed harshly on the edge of it and a horrible cracking noise flew through the air.
Blaine didn't scream out. The pain burning through his skull was paralysing him from moving. There was white in front of his eyes so he clenched them shut along with his teeth. He managed to reach a hand up to hold his head and felt the blood on his hand. It took a few minutes before he could open his eyes and everything was in focus.
He managed to get up so he was standing, and turned the TV off. The noise was hurting his head even more. The back of his head was bleeding even more than the night he arrived and he was starting to feel dizzy. He needed Carole, and he had to call her. "Carole?" It hurt his head to shout and he wondered if she'd even heard him. He called again. "Carole?" He'd stopped with the 'Mrs Hummel' thing a while ago. It was easier, and they were around each other a lot more than they had been before.
Blaine heard a knock on the door. She didn't need to do that, he just wanted her to come in. "Carole's not here, it's just me. Can I come in?" Burt's deep voice came from under the door. Why was he there? Kurt said Carole was home. Did he lie?
"No." Burt couldn't come in. No one else was in the house to protect him and- oh god, Blaine was alone with Burt. He had been the whole time. He was starting to feel like the walls were enclosing in on him. Burt spoke again. "Look, I'm not gonna do anything. Just let me help, okay?" Burt couldn't help. He could hurt, that's what he could do.
"No, I'm fine." Blaine sat down on the bed. He couldn't stand up anymore and the loss of blood was making him feel woozy. He did need help, but not from him. "Why did you call Carole if you're fine?" Uh, why wouldn't he leave? The hand on the back of his head was soaked in blood, so he switched them around. It was dripping down his arm and he'd gotten down his shirt while he moved around the bed. He was trying his best not to get it on Kurt's bed.
"Um...To say hi?" He wasn't really sure what he was saying anymore. He ran a hand over his face before he realised it was covered in blood. Now it was all over his forehead and one of his cheeks. His eyelids were fluttering and he shuffled more so he was against the headboard. He didn't really care about Burt anymore.
"I'm coming in, okay?" The door was pushed open and as soon as he saw Burt his eyes widened. He was already in a lot of pain but then he realised what that man could do. Burt just stared at him for a second, dumbstruck. Blaine had forgotten all about the blood.
He rushed forward. "Blaine what happened?" Blaine couldn't really comprehend anything anymore. The pain, the fear, the blood. All he could do was stare at Burt with wide eyes. He reached out a hand to touch his face and try to clear away some of the blood but Blaine flinched away.
"Look, you're bleeding like no business, and it's coming out of your head. I'm no doctor, but that's not good news. Let me help." He moved in closer but Blaine still managed to find a way to shuffle away. "I'm not going to hurt you! Please let me help." Blaine felt like he was about to fall asleep but he kept his eyes glued on Burt.
Burt wasn't taking it anymore. He got up and grabbed some bandages from the bathroom. He didn't really know what he was doing but if he could get the blood to stop he'd consider it a success. He sat down on the bed again. Blaine couldn't get any further away without falling off, so he moved close so he could actually help. All he could see was blood.
He grabbed Blaine's arm to get it away from his head so he could replace it with tissues, but Blaine slapped him away. "No, please." His eyes were drifting shut but they were still glimmering with tears. He looked so afraid. Burt sighed. He understood why Blaine was like this but that didn't mean he liked it. He was getting tired of it. He just wanted to help.
Burt handed Blaine the tissues. "You do it. I'm gonna stay to make sure you're alright." Blaine honestly didn't look like he could look after himself which was why Burt was staying. Blaine nodded, not taking his eyes off Burt, and lifted it slowly to the back of his head.
"How did this happen?" Blaine was turning paler than he already was. "Hit my head on the draw. I fell." Without thinking Burt wrapped an arm around the boy, and to his surprise he didn't struggle that much. He whined and flinched, but stayed put. Burt could only blame it on the pain and how weak he was.
"It was stupid, I'm sorry." Burt could hear the defeat in his voice. "Don't worry about it, it was an accident. I just want to make sure you're okay." Blaine looked him up and down before inching closer to him and saying "Will you help me? My head hurts..." Burt couldn't deny how tired he looked and the way he was starting to shake.
"Sure buddy. Relax." Burt took the blood soaked tissue from the back of Blaine's head and replaced with new ones. He took his free hand and used it to wipe away the blood that was on Blaine's face and arms. He could see that he still wasn't comfortable around him, but that was fine. As long as he could help.
It took a long time for the bleeding to stop. When it did, Burt didn't really know what to do next. He couldn't just put a plaster on it, and it would look weird to wrap bandages around it. I'm the end he just left it how it was to heal and told Blaine to be careful. As soon as he'd regained some strength from the blood he'd lost he got as far away from Burt as he could. He was thankful for what he did, but the fear was stronger. He decided to leave the kid alone until his therapy appointment and just wondered how he'd manage to get him in the car without Kurt.
Burt didn't like the waiting room. He didn't like the snobby receptionist. He didn't like the crappy posters that were on the wall. He didn't like the fact that they only played the news on the television in the corner. And he didn't like that he wasn't allowed to be with Blaine who was only on the other side of the door.
It hadn't been as hard as he'd expected to get him to go with him. Either Blaine really wanted to go to therapy or the fact that Burt would crash the car if he tried to touch him persuaded him a bit more. Burt wasn't even sure if Blaine should've been outside with his head injury, but if it went wrong then at least they were in a hospital. And Carole wouldn't pick up her phone.
The hour was halfway through when he heard Blaine shout from the other side of the door. "No! No, don't!" It was the kind of protest Burt had heard whenever he'd gone near Blaine, but this time it was louder and braver. Whatever he was shouting about was obviously important to him.
"No! No, don't!" He was pleading. Blaine was aware of it. He wasn't ashamed, he'd done it before with his father when he was younger. He'd stopped when he realised it wouldn't get him anywhere, but maybe it would with his therapist. Doctor Mayward came and sat next to Blaine and put a hand gently on his knee. She smiled sadly.
"I have to, Blaine. You've suffered a lot of abuse from your dad and the police need to know." Blaine pushed her hand away and stood up slowly. "You can't tell. It's our secret, its...confidentiality! You can't!" The doctor shook her head and stood up with him. "I'm legally obligated to tell them. This wasn't a question about it, this was a warning that it would happen."
He couldn't believe her. He'd confided so much to her and now she was throwing it back at him. He wished he'd never come. "Then I'll quit. Quit therapy so I'm not your patient anymore." He started to move towards the door to make sure she understood his point. He didn't care, he'd quit.
"Even if you do quit I still have to alert them. Quitting won't help you in anyway. I think this will help you, it could improve the nightmares knowing he can't do anything anymore." She started to move towards him to pull him away from the door, but Blaine backed away. He felt like crying or collapsing or just plain disappearing.
"This isn't good! You're supposed to help not...do this!" The doctor took a step back to give him space. "This will help, trust me. I know what I'm doing. Why don't you sit down and talk to me?" Blaine shook his head again. He felt sick and he couldn't be in there anymore. He wanted to go home, he wanted Kurt, he even wanted Burt.
"No. I don't want to be here anymore..." He couldn't really think of anything else to say, but the doctor didn't seem to be stopping him. So he opened the door and walked as fast as he could over to Burt, while forgetting everything, and buried his head in his shoulder. He wasn't crying, but he took comfort in just being close to someone.
He felt an arm wrap around him and pull him closer. "You okay?" Blaine shook his head and made a noise into Burt's shoulder. "Can we go?" His voice sounded pathetic but he didn't care. Everything was crumbling. "Of course we can. Let me just have a quick word with the doctor and we can go. Okay?" Blaine nodded and let go. He blushed, obviously embarrassed about what he'd just done.
Burt wasn't that happy. His therapist was supposed to be making him feel better, not worse. He didn't know what she must have said for him to come and actually hug Burt optionally. He opened the door and shut it quietly behind him, leaving Blaine staring at his feet in the waiting room.
Doctor Mayward was sitting behind her desk writing notes when she looked up. "Ah, Mr Hummel. How can I help you?" Burt narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean 'how can I help you?' I wanna know why my kid had to run out of therapy!" She raised her eyebrows and Burt bit his lip. He'd never described Blaine as his own kid. He just ignored it, and so did the doctor.
"Blaine ran out because I told him that I'm reporting his father. He threatened to quit therapy." Burt walked forward and sat at the desk. "What? He can't quit! Should I bring him back in here?" She shook her head and shut the notebook shed been writing in. Out of the corner of his eye, Burt saw Blaine's name. He couldn't read what she'd written.
"No. Take him home if he wants. He needs to be in control and decide what he wants. And trust me Mr Hummel, he won't quit. Once he sits with the decision it'll be for the better." Burt nodded. He didn't really have much else to say, so they said their goodbyes and Burt left.
When he got to the waiting room, Blaine's head was resting on the wall. Burt hated how he was lying on his cut. His eyes were shut and he was breathing in and out very softly. Burt nudged at his shoulder and Blaine's eyes opened. "Come on, let's go." Blaine nodded sleepily and half limped and half stumbled to the parking lot. Burt wasn't surprised that he slept the whole way home, and after going inside collapsed onto the couch.
Kurt practically jumped out of the car. He'd had a horrible day at school, and glee had ran on much later than it needed to. He just wanted to sit down and see if Blaine was okay. Since he'd gotten to school, people had been questioning him non stop. He was half expecting Rachel and Mercedes to be waiting at his locker, but he hadn't expected the whole club to there. Even Puck and Santana were there.
All day was an attack of questions about his boyfriend. He didn't have an answer for any of them, so he mostly just ignored them. He wanted Blaine to be there with him, or to be at home with Blaine. Just something to have made the day go by easier.
He shut the door behind him and chucked his bag on the floor. He was heading down to his bedroom, where he guessed Blaine would be, when he saw something he hadn't expected to see in the living room. Blaine was lying stretched out on the couch, his head resting in his folded arms. Burt was sitting by his feet watching the TV quietly. Kurt couldn't see much of his face because he was basically lying on it, but Kurt could see he was asleep.
"Hey, Dad." Burt looked up at his son and smiled. "Hey Kurt. You alright?" Kurt nodded and sat down in the chair near the television. "I'm fine. What's with Blaine?" Burt shrugged. "I don't know. He's been asleep there for a while and I didn't want to wake him."
"How long has he been asleep?"
"About a couple of hours. Ever since therapy."
Kurt almost couldn't believe it. It was the longest Blaine had ever slept without waking up with a nightmare. He must have been asleep for about six hours, and Kurt had hardly ever sleep for more than three. "That long? Wow." Burt smiled up at Kurt. It was a proper smile and Kurt could tell his dad was almost as happy as he was.
Kurt got up and settled next to Blaine's head on the floor. He roamed his peaceful face with his eyes. He lifted one hand up to his boyfriend's face and lightly stroked his forehead. If he'd woken up he didn't show any signs, but he did stretch one hand out from under his head and let it drift down near Kurt. He took it without waking it and suddenly didn't care. Yeah, maybe Blaine had freaked out a lot and maybe he was damaged.
But maybe Blaine was getting better.