Many, many hours later, Blaine woke up and saw that it was two o'clock in the afternoon. His mother had let him stay home from school. When Blaine's mind realized that he was awake, tears immediately began to fall from his eyes. The feeling of sadness was completely consuming him now. He felt empty and unable to handle anything. From the downstairs, he heard two people arguing. His father had come home again, and was talking with his mother. He heard his father saying cruel things about everyone Blaine loved, but at this point, nothing could make him feel more hurt than he already was. The paper still sat on a chair across the room, screaming the truth, and Blaine struggled to breathe. He swung his legs out of his bed and placed his naked feet onto the cold floor. He moved his feet forward and down the stairs to where his parents were. They both stared at him.

"Blaine," his mother started, before realizing that she had no clue what to say. His father looked at the television screen, where a news reporter was covering the story of Todd Wolchowsky. Charlie Andersen scoffed and spoke a small "whatever" before sparking the conversation to finish.

Julie glared at her husband with absolutely hatred. "Charlie, what's become of you? You're not the man I married – you're so much different. How can you be so heartless? How - -f" She was cut off by Charlie bringing his fist into her face. She fell to the floor, unconscious, and this was where Blaine exploded. All of his life, he's stood by and taken this abuse, but today was when something was going to change – it had to. So he started in a run at the cackling Charlie, lifted his leg and dropkicked him. The man staggered back a few steps and shook his head in disbelief before looking up at his son, his face contorting with rage.

"You fucker," he said, as he swung at Blaine, but Blaine dodged the fist by crouching down then quickly punched his father in the groin, causing the man to double over in pain. He reached down and grabbed Blaine by the neck, pressing him up against the wall. Blaine choked and gasped for air, but it was useless. The man in front of him was too big for him to break free from.

So this was how he was going to die – struggling for air. If he was going to die young, he wanted it to be because he had finally begun to fight against his father. At least he would know this as he breathed his last breath and fell to the floor.

But this never happened, because a loud voice exclaimed "hey!" from the other side of the room, where Jesse St. James stood, grasping a long kitchen knife in his trembling hands. Charlie laughed at him and he let go of Blaine, who fell to the floor gasping for air as he looked over at Jesse, who looked exhausted yet incredibly determined as he held the knife in his hand.

"What are you going to do, kill me?" Charlie asked. Jesse continued to glare at the man. "If I have to, but I'd rather not. I might have to go to jail, where there will be people like you there. It's either me or you going to prison today, and I'd rather it be you." Charlie lifted an eyebrow and looked into Jesse's eyes. "What do you mean by that?" He scoffed. But just then, red and blue lights began to shine through the kitchen window. The front door was busted open by two men who quickly ran into the room where the action was happening and grabbed Charlie's arms, making him unable to move. "Stop! Let go! What is going on?"

Jesse took this as his chance to explain. "I was coming over to see Blaine – to make sure that he was okay, because I heard the news about Todd, and I didn't want to fight with him anymore. But through the window, I saw what you did to Julie, and what you started to do with Blaine, so I called the cops. Luckily, there's a station right around the corner, and they had heard plenty of stories about you, so they knew they'd be able to arrest you." Charlie's eyes grew cold with fear. "I told you," Jesse continued, "that if you ever put another hand on Blaine, I'd have you arrested." Blaine almost wanted to smile. "Okay, let's take him in," one of the officers said, and within minutes, the house was empty of Charlie Andersen.

Blaine looked up at Jesse from the floor. After a few seconds of staring at each other, Jesse dropped the knife to his side and the two ran towards each other. When they were holding one another in their arms, Blaine finally began to speak. "Jesse, oh god, I'm so glad you returned. When I saw you standing there, I knew. I knew that it was you. You're the one I need – the one you want. You've saved me, and I cannot thank you enough. Oh god, thank you! Thank-you, thank-you!"

Jesse laughed. "Blaine, I love you. I'm always here for you. You know that."

Blaine nodded. "Yes. Yes, I do. And Jesse, honestly, I… I love you, too." The two hugged each other more as Julie slowly awoke from the mess.

"W-What's going on?" She whispered softly as she clutched her head in her hands. Blaine looked at Jesse then knelt down next to his mother. "Mom, it's alright. Um, dad hit you, and then we started fighting a bit, but then Jesse showed up. He called the cops and… well, mom, dad's going to jail." The woman smiled greatly. "Oh my god, that's fantastic! We can actually live happily together, now! Blaine, you're safe! Things are going to be okay" Blaine couldn't help but to smile with her, because for the first time, he believed somebody when they said that things were going to be okay.

FIN.

Author's Note: And um, yeah. That'd the end. I know that I haven't updated in quite the while, and I don't know why, but on this very lazy Sunday afternoon, I finally knew how I was going to end this story. I've never finished a story in my life, and I feel so... well, just a really nice feeling right now.