A/N: For the record, I had this done two weeks ago. Danielle just didn't have time to edit it... BLAME HER. But yeah, I'm reeeeally sorry this took so long. But, this is the second to last chapter, and I'll have the last one up in like, 10 minutes? And for the record, this is a terrible ending. I can't even remember if it relates to the story at all. I forget what I wrote. But, I will comment on that at the bottom if this chapter.

AAAAAAALSO, I've been mapping out another story line. Yes, mapping it out. Danielle almost fainted when I told her I actually planned stuff. She thinks I'm not me now, and that someone took over my mind. It's got Klaine. But it's also got Dameron, because I love those two. And I'd tell you what it's about, but I'm tired. And that's boring. But I just wanted to let you all know I'll write something better soon. And hopefully it won't end up as confusing as this story xD

On a last note before you start, I have a bag of redvines in my drawer. I can't eat them. They tasted okay... until the aftertaste came whilst I was still chewing. They're awful. But I still have them for the sake of saying I have them~ (My whole ANime Club went out to buy some too. Lets just say there are now small pieces of redvines outside the library o3o)

One week had passed since the day Kurt and Blaine had gotten together. When they had returned to the choir room hand-in-hand, they blushed as applause and cat-calls came from his fellow Gleeks. Finn looked completely and utterly confused and was just about to ask what the hell was going on when Kurt cut him off, saying that his love-life was ten times more confusing than Kurt's own, and he can either figure it out on his own or drop it. Blaine had snickered quietly as the two took their seats for the last few minutes of Glee.
Not much had really changed since then. Blaine still didn't really sing much in Glee, and was still afraid to really show public affection much. Kurt said he didn't mind, but he was somewhat disappointed. He knew he was being selfish, but… all he really wanted was to be able to hold hands with a boy he liked and walk down the hall. But Blaine wasn't comfortable with it. So he'd wait… however long that may be.
They had only kissed twice since that day as well. Kurt really wasn't all that into anything… sexual. Puck had called him a prude when he kissed Blaine on the cheek at the beginning of Glee, and his response had simply been to bitch-glare at the football player and pull Blaine to their seats in the back as the dark-haired boy tried to hide his smile.
But really, not much had changed since then. They were still best friends, that's what mattered. The only differences were handholding when they weren't at school or an overly-public locations, Burt had them keep the door open when they were at his house, and Blaine seemed to say 'I love you' every time they had to separate. Kurt still hadn't said it back though. He knew that one day, it would come out when the feeling was... right. So, Kurt would simply smile, squeeze his hand, or occasionally kiss his cheeks, his lips lingering a few seconds longer than just-friends' would. All of these things would leave Blaine grinning his stupid I'm-so-in-love-with-you grin that had Kurt smiling back and chuckling softly.
Blaine was a goofball sometimes. But he was his goofball.

Blaine himself was quite elated with the past week. He'd been staying at the Berry's whenever he wasn't at Kurt's. He still didn't speak much, but he knew he was starting to get over it. It would just take time to get use to the fact that anyone wanted him to. That someone – or a club of people in this case – would listen to what he had to day without punching him in the face afterwards.
He hadn't been home except for a few times late at night. Or, early in the morning depending on how you looked at it. His guitar was at the Berry's house, as well as a bag of his clothes. He would thank the Berry's each and every night for letting him stay there. It was one of the few times he'd really talk when he wasn't around Kurt, and even then he didn't speak much. They'd smile every time and Leroy would ruffle his hair if it was gel-free.
He guessed that that would annoy most people but… they were both like the fatherly figures he never got. He'd simply grin up at the two every time, and pull them into a hug. Rachel would joke that with his height they really could pass for brother and sister, and her father's would laugh as Blaine smiled.
He truly felt at home with them.
Which is why he hadn't wanted to head home that Friday night (Or Saturday morning, really). But he'd told Rachel about a book of Broadway sheet music he'd gotten a few weeks back, and she had seemed so ecstatic about wanting to sing a duet for him, and had begged him to grab it next time he went home. He'd simply smiled and held his pinky up and the two pinkie-promised before breaking out into laughter.
And yet, here he was, sneaking threw the front door with the key he'd almost forgotten he had. Normally he'd climb up through the window using the fence-like material leaned up against the side of the building, the vines growing on it being a good grip. But it was gone. And looking up, he saw that his window was locked shut anyways. That alone should have been a tip off to him, his parents never went in his room whether he was home or not, but he was really too tired to care much or think into it.
He'd been having nightmares again. They were similar to the one he'd had in the choir room, only Kurt had been there. And Kurt was telling him he was nothing. The Berry's were laughing in the background, Leroy and Hiram each having a hand on Rachel's shoulder, a smug grin on her face. And occasionally, when he hadn't woken up yet, his parents would be there too. They would be glaring at him, talking to him for the first time in ages.
'Will you ever stop being such a fag and go do something with your life instead of leaching off of your mother and I?'
'We should've just dropped you off at a foster home when we had the chance.'
'No one wants you. And if anyone's ever stupid enough to, they'll just drop you on your ass when they realize how stupid and awful you really are.'
He didn't even try to remember any more than that, but he knew that wasn't even a tenth of it. They were all things he'd heard before, too. Some from bullies, but most things his parents had told him when he was younger. He couldn't even remember the last time his parents called him by his name. It was always 'brat' or 'kid' or occasionally 'fag'. Sure, they didn't care if he was gay, but they knew it bothered him. And so they did it.
'You're a mistake.'
That was one he'd heard many times before. And it always stung, because he knew it was true. Not that he was born unexpectedly, no. But everything he did seemed to be a mistake. He could never do anything right. So, any time he hadn't already woken up by the time he heard those words over the sounds of harsh laughter, he'd quickly snap up out of bed, sweating, and occasionally having Rachel or one of her dad's looking at him with concern.
He'd never told them what his nightmares were. And luckily, they left him alone about it. They'd offered to take him to a therapist if he thought it would help, but he said no. Not just because he didn't want them to pay for anything (which was a main part of it. He still tried to smuggle money into their wallets, feeling bad that they simply paid for the small amount of food he ate at meals) but because he didn't want to feel like more of a freak than he already was. Not that they'd tell anyone that.
He'd been too busy thinking about the nightmares, scenes of it flashing in his mind as he winced and searched through the stacks of sheet music he'd accumulated over the years, that he didn't hear the footsteps coming towards his room until it was too late. In fact, not until a dark face nearly identical to his own was glaring at him.
In fact, it was just like his own, only farther along in age. That thought scared him greatly. Not only because of the fact that his father was there (which was, in fact, a large part of it) but also because he feared ever becoming him.
Before he could even try to react, the door slammed shut, causing him to jump. He heard the sound of a lock being clicked shut, and ran over towards the door. He banged on the door, pushing up against it only to fly back at the impact of his father kicking the door and sending strong vibrations through it.
He fell back, eyes widening in panic. He checked his pockets, pulling out a near-dead phone from his pocket. He heard the sound of his parents talking outside and figured he didn't have much time before one of them came in. And he knew they'd either take his phone, or throw it at the wall.
Fumbling slightly with the buttons as he slid himself back against the wall under the window and opposite of the door, he started dialing Kurt's number before shaking his head and shakily hitting the end button before dialing the Berry's home number and putting the phone up to his ear.
"Hello, this is the Berry residence. Rachel Berry speaking," the girl nearly sang into the phone. Blaine attempted to speak into the phone, a simple squeak and whimper coming into the phone. "Blaine?" she asked, slightly concerned now. "Blaine, is that you?"
He nodded shakily before realizing she couldn't see and instead mumbled a quiet 'mmhm' into the phone and closing his eyes, chin tucked into his chest and his right arm wrapped around his legs as his left shakily supported the phone up against his ear.
"Blaine, what's wrong? You're scaring me," Rachel rushed out, the worry evident in her voice. Rachel may seem self-centered sometimes, but she really did care for her friends. Especially Blaine. He really was like her brother.
"I-I'm at m-my parents h-house…" he'd pretty much stopped referring to it as his own. In his mind, he didn't really have a home, but the Berry's was as close as he could help. "Th-they locked me i-in my room and I d-"
He didn't get a chance to finish as the phone was swatted out of his hand, and Rachel was left to freak out as the line went dead.

"KURT!"
The countertenor groaned at the sound of a shrill voice he didn't think he'd ever really forget. He simply rolled over in his bed after looking at his clock. Three in the morning. He was probably still just dreaming… she'd go away soon eno-
"KURT! KURT, IT'S IMPORTANT!"
Groaning, Kurt slowly rolled out of his bed, eyes snapping wide open and rushing to the stairs without even bothering to change from his light-blue silky pajamas as he heard the next two words come out of her mouth. Two words he really, really hoped he had imagined.
"IT'S BLAINE!"

Rachel panted as she looked up hopelessly at Kurt's window, her fathers sitting in the car a few yards behind her. She was about to call out again when she saw a lanky figure come out the door sleepily.
"Rachel, what are you doing here?" Finn slurred, rubbing his eyes. Rachel ran over to him, and for once pushed past him without paying him any notice. She could already feel a few tears leaking from her eyes, but couldn't be bothered to wipe them away as she called Kurt's name again, Kurt running down the stairs a mere second later.
"Rachel? Kurt? What the hell is going on?" Finn asked, slightly more awake now.
"Kurt? Finn? What's going on? It's three in the morning!" Burt called, walking over to the stairs with Carol in tow. Spotting Rachel's tear-stained face and Kurt quickly throwing on one of his father's old jackets, he rushed down the stairs.
"Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?" he ordered, grabbing onto Kurt's shoulders as he started to head out the door. To his surprise, it was Rachel who answered him however.
"I-it's Blaine, I don't know what happened, but h-he called and said he was at his parent's house and they l-locked-" her voice cracked and Kurt was staring at her, eyes wide as he listened to what she knew – "him into his room. Th-that's all he told me, the line went dead after that."
Kurt's panic grew now, and he pulled away from his father and ran out the door faster than anyone had ever seen him run. He stopped as he reached the edge of the street right by the Berry's car. The adrenaline wearing off a bit, he looked around before sighing and getting in the Berry's car.
Hiram turned around to look at him, and Kurt simply muttered "I have no idea where he lives…" miserably. He felt like an awful boyfriend. He'd only been to his house once, he didn't even remember where it was, he hadn't even been concerned when he'd found out that Blaine was staying with the Berry's. He'd just bought the story that his parents were out of town.
But most of all, Blaine called Rachel instead of him. He's be upset at the boy if he wasn't so worried.
Rachel hopped into the car, and Kurt saw Finn, Carole and Burt hoping into Burt's truck. Kurt looked questioningly at her as they began to speed down the streets.
"They care about him to, you know," she said, smiling as much as she could at the time, no longer crying. Kurt flashed her a shaky smile before leaning forwards to look over Leroy's shoulder as he drove, his family close behind.
Kurt didn't need to ask to know which house was Blaine's. Even if he couldn't remember what it looked like (which he hardly did, in his state of mind) he could hear the screaming as the front door opened and someone walked out of the front door.
Kurt opened the door as the car rolled to a stop, jumping out the second it stopped. He ran towards the front door, hoping it would be Blaine, but already knowing it wasn't. The door had shut again and the screams were silenced, but the crying he heard was not only to loud to be Blaine's, but also too feminine. Kurt winced at the fact that he'd heard Blaine cry enough to be able to distinguish his crying. 'Never again' he told himself.
The woman spotted Kurt only when he stopped right in front of her. She was sitting on the ground, head down, looking up slightly when he heard Kurt. Kurt's eyes widened as she saw the bruise on her cheek.
"Please," she whispered. "Please, help him. Please."
Kurt didn't know who she was talking about. Blaine, or Blaine's dad. No, Mr. Anderson. He wasn't Blaine's dad, because Kurt knew sure as hell that Blaine wouldn't hit anyone, let alone strong enough to bruise. As Carole helped the woman to stand, Kurt quickly pushed the door open, Finn and Burt fallowing right after as he sped towards the source of the screams that were near defining now. And he couldn't help but notice that it sounded like a one-sided fight, that thought snapping out of his head as he heard a short yelp and dashed even faster towards the door at the end of the hall.
He yanked it open, unable to move at the site he saw. Mr. Anderson was holding Blaine up against the wall by his neck, screaming nonsense at the boy who now had a bruise on his cheek and one on the eye that had just recently healed from the last one. He saw Blaine's eyes open and connect with his own, not even blinking as he felt his father and step-brother running past him. He couldn't move. The intensity in Blaine's eyes scared him. He seemed so scared, but that wasn't all. He seemed like he was giving up. And that scared Kurt more than anything.
As Blaine chocked again, Kurt sped forward and tried to pull the larger man's hand off of his boyfriend's neck. Finn was pulling at his other arm and Burt had grabbed him around the chest and was pulling him backwards. Despite how he looked, Burt didn't like violence. But he sure as hell would resort to it if he didn't drop the boy soon.
But it seemed that Kurt snapped first. Reeling back, he punched the businessman in the face with strength he didn't even know he had. His nonsensical screaming halted for a minute as he stumbled backwards, dropping Blaine onto the floor. The boy gasped for breath, wincing as he did so, a slight wheeze in his voice. He lay, crumpled on the ground, hardly even noticing when Rachel and Hiram ran in and picked him up carefully. He just curled up into the older man's chest, gripping tightly at his jacket as he gasped and sobbed, Rachel stroking his head shakily once they got outside. He faintly heard yelling from the house before the door was shut again.
He felt himself being lowered onto the ground, but simply tightened his grasp on the fatherly-figure's jacket. Hiram normally would have found it funny how Blaine was truly acting like a small child, but… there was no way that anything could make this situation funny in the least. And considering what he'd just scene, Blaine deserved to act like a kid. It wasn't like he got to much anyways.
"Blaine, what happened in there?" Rachel whispered, rubbing the shaking boy's head, stroking his hair back gently. Blaine just whimpered, curling up more into himself.
"He snapped," another voice said softly, but shakily. A voice he recognized well. He looked up, spotting his mother standing a good three or four yards away from the Berry's, Carol standing beside her. "He just… he'd been drinking all day… and he heard Blaine come in and he just… snapped. He locked him into his room, and I-I couldn't stop him, and I'm so, so sorry Blaine."
Blaine's eyes widened as his mother kneeled down next to him, taking Rachel's place. She stroked his bruised cheek gently, leaning down to kiss his forehead softly. "I'm so sorry Blaine, for everything," she whispered so softly, Blaine almost thought he'd imagined it.
"I-it's okay…" he muttered. No, he didn't forgive his mother for everything that had happened, but he was grateful for what she'd done that night. She'd seen her try and pull his… father off of him. She'd seen him get hit for her, running out when she heard the sound of a car engine. He thought she had left him for dead, but… apparently not. He smiled softly at her before coughing and wincing, rubbing at his neck softly, closing his eyes. He felt himself slowly drifting off to the feel of his mother's hand stroking his cheek, Hiram holding him tightly, and Rachel stroking his hair.

"Blaine!"
Blaine's eyes snapped open quickly, wincing as he turned his neck. He let go of Hiram and shakily got to his feet, his mother and Rachel backing away and giving him space. The second he was standing, he was pulled into a quite hug.
"Blaine, Blaine, oh God, Blaine," Kurt muttered into his neck, arms wrapped tightly around his torso. Ignoring the slight pain in his side from where his father had kicked him, he wrapped his arm around Kurt's back, never wanting to let go.
"Oh God, Blaine, I thought you said they didn't hurt you," Kurt said, pulling back slightly. Blaine weak smile faltered slightly at the sight of Kurt's tears, not having noticed the wetness that had rolled onto his neck. But he was still glad to see that Kurt's face had remain unscratched. "I should've known, oh God, I'm an awful boyfriend Blaine, I'm so sorry."
Blaine snickered weakly, unable to really laugh as he hoarsely whispered "Not your fault… 'love you…" He was too tired to really get out an actual sentence, and it would've hurt too much to actually get it out anyways. But he needed to tell Kurt.
Pulling back slightly, Kurt sniffled and rubbed at his eyes.
"I love you too Blaine. Oh God, I love you so much…" he said, pulling Blaine close to him and placing his lips softly against the others. He didn't care that his family and the Berry's could see him, or that Blaine's mom could. He didn't care as the sound of sirens pulled up and pulled the shouting businessman out of his house.
All that mattered was Blaine.
Him and Blaine, together.
That was it.

A/N: It's freakin' coooold.

Anyways, I'm likely going to re-write this story... give it a plot? It'll end up entirely different most likely, but with the same concept of Blaine being mute and such. Same basics... only it'll make better sense and hopefully have less plotholes? That's my goal xD But I'll leave this version up too, and just upload the new one as an entirely different story. I'll map it out later and let you guys know when I start uploading it. Hopefully more frequently than this one, but Band takes up my whole life, so we'll have to see xDD

Anyways, ONE MORE CHAPTERRRRRR.I must say, I'm amazed at how many people take interest on this story. Even now I still get emails about people favoriting it and such. 304 of you have fallowed this story, and a little over half of those people favorited it. I want to thank you all for being patient with me while I did this, and I hope the ending isn't soo terrible that you all try and kill me. Because that would be painful.

Sarahamanda - Thank you~

MegalegU - Pfft, of course I patched things up. They're... they're Kurt and Blaine. I mean, the whole of second season you know nothing about Blaine except that Kurt loves him. And he's an epic, bi-sexual drunk that can still sing no matter how much alcohol is in his system. So, literally, he doesn't exist without Kurt! :D And thank you~

RChaha - The only time I get depressed when reading angst is in character!death stories. Especially when you know they're going to die somewhere in the story, but then they start getting better and then just... die. Really far into the story. It really... sucks. xD And yes, smut's always fun. But I could never write it... I would feel so insanely awkward and I'd just mess it up xD And really? I wasn't sure if the song fit that well, and I thoguth the chapter kinda sucked, but thank you xDD

..Glee - Well, I found that review to have been very entertaining xDD And yes, it was quite motivational xDD
I think that if you looked angst up in the dictionary, I'd be right there. I can't seem to hold fluff long, can I? I always feel so... cheezy whilst writing it and it makes me feel weird. I'm not a big social or interactive person, so I don't really know how people act xD And thus I like angst, because I can grasp that concept better and not make it feel incredibly cheezy or cliche~
I AM NOT A LEGEND! I AM ARGUING THAT FACT! And that just made me want to run down the street shouting 'you matter' and I have no idea why. Look at what you've done to me!

Aria657- Well, now I feel the need to read this. Dang. I've got so much stuff to do... you making me read spah, my other friend litteraly forcing me to read homestuck, and then me reading bucket loads of fanfiction every day xD Oh, um, and writing too... I totally do that all the time... psh...
The line for that ride inside of hogwarts was freakishly long... and the ride was short... but still fun xDD
And it's a miracle, there was no angst!... I think I've just made up for that though xDD MY BAAAD. I can promise you fluff in the last chapter though? :D I think... I can't really remember.

sonofafluffymuffin - Why thank you ;D And also, if I haven't told you this, your name is awesome.

uriah cullen - IT'S A MIRACLEE~ And that he is. But I love Finn. He's all... tall and... awkward. And he's a good comic relief sometimes. And sure, have a corn snake :DD I had one in my classroom in 6th grade... his name was Squando. My history teacher passed us around the skin he shed... I still don't understand why she had him and not my science teacher...

Annie24601 - I like Ethan too~... and thus I killed him... wow, I make soo much sense, don't I? And indeed they are. But redvines taste terrible. I can't eat a whole one without feeling the need to throw up.

Gleek318 - Why thank you~

annnd, seeing as the rest of you were pretty much saying that I should continue the story, do an epilogue, ect. ect. I'm too lazy to respond. I'll admit it, I'm lazy, it's a world known fact xD LAZY AND PROUD! But I must say, you guys are all awesome and I LOVE YOUUUUUU. You're all awesome. I hope you know that. I'd randomly message all of you to say that, but... that takes a lot of time... and I'm tired.

Also, on a random note, I just died my really, really dark hair blond. It looks like a light natural red... stupid red pigments. Other times it still looks brown... Fun xDD

ONE TO GO!

~Josh