Chapter 14

Blaine stared up at his parent's. this wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. The room was just filled with people, and all of their eyes were on him, god, he felt like he was going to be sick.

"I could ask you the same thing." His father growled, snatching his wrist and pulling him out of the chair, Blaine would be lying if he said it wasn't painful.

"They called us to say you were improving" he spat "what I see is not improvement." He glared at his son, who was cowering before him, "what the hell do you think you're doing, sitting all tangled up with some… some little girl." He looked from Kurt to Blaine, disgust evident in his features "fucking faggots." Kurt jaw dropped, and suddenly with a spark of courage Blaine glared back.

"He is not a girl, and you did not send me here to change my sexuality! He huffed "have you forgotten why I am here?"

"How could I forget?" His father said, his voice was hard and venomous "that was the first one of your sins. You probably wanted it." Blaine felt like the air was knocked out of him, he completely deflated "we sent you here because there is something wrong with you." His father's death grip on his wrist tightened and he jerked Blaine to the side, making him fall to the ground.

Kurt watched on, wishing he knew what to do, wishing his muscles would allow him to move so he could do something. He watched Blaine fall to do the ground with a 'humph' as his chest hit the floor, he watched as Blaine's eyes glazed over, he knew that look too well.

"No, no, no, no." Blaine whimpered, curling in on himself after flashback after flashback bombarded his mind. All of him being thrown to the ground, grabbed by the wrists, being forced on his stomach. Kurt lurched out the chair and down to Blaine's side.

Wes felt anger well up in his chest.

"Call the guards." He said to David as Blaine's father took a step forward and opened his mouth to say something, but Wes stepped in-between them.

"I think you should leave." HE growled, glaring between Blaine's father and his wife.

"You're defending them?" But he didn't get the chance to insult further as the guards came barging through the door.

"What's the problem?" one of them asked

"Mr. Anderson was just physically abusive towards his son," Wes said airily as Blaine's father looked at him incredulously, apparently, he wasn't used to being sold out.

"Is this true?" The guard asked, sounding shocked, everyone in the room nodded, including Kurt, who was holding tight to a shaking Blaine.

"We should take him up to his room" Kurt whispered, looking around the room, there really didn't need to be an audience for this. Wes nodded.

"Hey, buddy," Wes said softly, like he was talking to a child. "Can you walk up to your room?" Blaine only whimpered and closed his eyes tighter.

"Wes I can't carry him," Kurt said, Wes nodded, and carefully slid his arm's under Blaine's knees and around his back. Blaine's eyes shot open as he stared at Wes for a moment, who had gone completely still. But Blaine wasn't protesting, so Wes continued to lift him from the ground. Blaine finally relaxed and wrapped his arm's around Wes's neck. He couldn't help but feel a bit triumphant as he carried Blaine up the steps, maybe he could be Blaine's friend after all.

Wes followed Kurt up to his room and set Blaine on the bed.

"Feel better," he said before smiling at Kurt and exiting the room. Kurt crawled up next to Blaine on the bed and allowed the boy to rest his head on Kurt's shoulder. He stroked Blaine's hair and whispered comforting words to him as he began to calm down.

"You okay?" Kurt asked, as Blaine's breathing returned to normal and the grip he had on Kurt's sleeved loosened. Blaine nodded.

"I'm sorry," he whispered " about what he said…" Kurt shook his head

"It doesn't even matter, Blaine, what he says doesn't matter." He looked Blaine in the eyes "you know there's nothing wrong with you, right?" Blaine bit his lip.

"I-I know." He said "… I used to think he was right though." Blaine looked up at Kurt "he told me that so often, then … it… happened and he kept telling me it was my fault, but then I started having flashbacks and nightmares… and he couldn't deal with me anymore." He shook his head "I can't believe I still thought they cared about me, even a little bit."

"I care about you, I know my dad and Carole care about you." Blaine snuggled closer to Kurt and wrapped an arm around his torso.

"I honestly don't think I'd be alive right now if it weren't for you." Blaine sighed, Kurt didn't exactly have time to ask what he meant by that before Blaine was asleep in his arms. Kurt pressed a kiss to his forehead and carefully disentangled himself. He changed quickly an headed back downstairs. He made himself a cup of tea and sat at the counter. He was glad everyone else had gone upstairs, he doubted anyone would feel like partying after that, anyway. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialled Carole's number.

"Hey, sweetie" she sing-songed on the other end

"Hi, mom" Kurt answered, he knew how happy it made her when he called her Mom.

"What's the matter?" she asked, hearing the tone of sadness in his voice.

"Blaine's parent's came today, they're…they're awful." Kurt whispered "I don't know what to do"

"Just be there for him baby, just like you always have been." She said "I don't think there's much else you can do."

"But he doesn't have a family, how can someone go through what he went through and not even have a family to fall back on?"

"I don't know…" Carole said "Kurt, honey, let him know that we're there for him, me and your father." Carole went into what Finn called 'mommy mode' whenever there was a kid who needed help. When she was in that state of mind, everyone was her baby. "Why don't you invite him over more often? Whenever you come home, holidays, anything." Kurt smiled, that made him happier than anything, because he intended on keeping Blaine for a while. He was about to respond to Carole when Blaine came staggering sleepily down the stairs, now dressed in one of Kurt's big t-shirts and his pyjama pants. Which were dragging on the ground, much past Blaine's feet. Kurt smiled.

"I gotta go, I'll call you tomorrow." He said

"Alright, bye, sweetie" she said and hung up. Blaine smiled at him, groggily,

"Want some tea?" Kurt asked, standing up, Blaine shook his head

"Actually, I want to tell you something that I didn't get to say earlier." Blaine took a few steps forward and took a hold of Kurt's hands, looking him in the eyes. "Kurt, you've changed my life so much and I am so grateful, I don't know what I would of done if you hadn't come here, hadn't come into my life. You've made me see that life is worth living, and you've given me a reason to look forward to the future." He smiled "I love you." Kurt mouth parted in a little 'o' as Blaine said the last part. He exhaled.

"I love you too." He said quickly, before Blaine could think of anything from his silence. Blaine grin grew impossibly wider and he leaned up quickly to press his lip's to Kurt's. Blaine knew in that instant, that as long as he had Kurt, nobody else mattered, not his parent's, not anybody who's ever put him down. As long as he had Kurt, life wasn't so bad.

AN: Ah! I love this chapter, everything works out in the end.