Disclaimer- I do not own Glee

Kurt and Blaine walked back into the foyer, hand in hand, grinning like fools. However, Blaine's smile slid off his face as soon as he saw the man standing in front of the stairs, talking on his cell phone. They heard the man say 'bye' before he turned to them, a look of surprise on his face. "Blaine," he called, walking up to his son. "You didn't join your mother and me downstairs for dinner like we requested."

"I had already made plans to go get coffee with Kurt," Blaine answered stiffly, squeezing Kurt's hand a little bit tighter. "I wasn't going to be back in time for dinner. I told you that."

"Did you?" The older man mused, fidgeting with the cuff of his shirt sleeve. His eyes, which were the exact same as Blaine's, showed a glimmer of disinterest as he spoke to his only child. "I don't recall. Well, it doesn't matter. You will join us for breakfast tomorrow morning at 9 a.m. sharp." He glanced at Kurt, his lip curling slightly when he noticed his son holding hands with another boy. "And, if you must, bring your pet." Without another word, Mr. Anderson departed.

Blaine and Kurt were halfway up the staircase before Kurt lost it. "Pet?" he hissed vehemently. "Do I look like you have me on a leash? Where does he-,"

The lead Warbler placed a gentle kiss on Kurt's cheek. "I'm sorry about that." He looked down, not meeting Kurt's gaze. "He basically treats anyone below his station like an animal. I'm so sorry you had to meet him."

Kurt felt his anger drain out of him. He pulled Blaine into his arms, squeezing him tightly. "It's alright. I don't mind."

Blaine pulled out of Kurt's arms, sighing slightly. "That's not the worst he does." Blaine shrugged it off, sitting on his bed. "But like I said, this isn't about me, this is about you."

"Blaine," Kurt sat next to his boyfriend, taking his hands into his own. "If we want this to work, it can't just me about me. I need to know if you're having any conflictions too."

The older teen stayed still for a moment. Then, he shrugged off his shirt, his eyes closed as he waited for Kurt's reaction.

The countertenor couldn't move. The well defined muscles on his boyfriend's back were covering in scars. Short, shiny burgundy burns were sporadically placed around his back, connected with the fresh scarlet cuts that could have only been left by a knife or sword. Raised pink welts with purple or red centers in between everything else suggested a whip had been brought to him.

Some of the scars extended halfway down his arms. Kurt felt his own eyes fill with tears as he took in his love's abused body. He reached out his hand, his fingers ghosting over a burn on the other boy's shoulder. Blaine tensed under the other's touch, expecting an outcry of disgust or rejection.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered softly, his fingers still trailing over the scars. "Look at me."

"What?" He looked up, blinking tears out of his eyes.

"You're beautiful," Kurt told him, ducking his head to press a kiss against the burn on his shoulder before coming back up and kissing him chastely on the lips.

Blaine's resolve to stay calm crumbled right then and there. Much like Kurt had done earlier, he collapsed into his boyfriend's arms, crying the last four tears of pain out on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt rubbed his back gently, pressing kisses against his forehead.

They stayed like until Blaine ran out of tears to cry. As he brought his head up to wipe away his tears, Kurt spoke up. "You don't need to be here."

"I don't have a choice," Blaine replied thickly, resting his head against Kurt's shoulder again.

"Yes you do," Kurt argued. "Blaine, this goes beyond normal abuse. They're torturing you! You have to tell someone."

Blaine stayed silent for a moment before looking up at Kurt, his hazel eyes full of sadness, desperation, and a little bit of stubbornness. "I did," he said, reciting Kurt from their conversation earlier. "I told you. No one else needs to know."

"Blaine," Kurt growled. "You have to tell someone! What they're doing to you is just sick!"

"Fine, I'll make you a deal." Blaine took a deep breath, taking one of Kurt's hands into his. "Tell Burt and Carole the truth about what happened with Finn and I'll report my parents."

Kurt stared at the smug, yet scared look on the other boy's face. "My situation is completely different than yours! This is a one time thing!" He pointed to the bruises on his face that were covered with makeup. "This," he gestured to the mess of contours that decorated his boyfriend's back. "Has been going on a lot longer. You need help."

"So do you. I'll get help when you do." Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes, refusing to look away.

"Fine," Kurt answered, pulling his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and dialing a number. "Hey, Carole, it's Kurt…. Yeah, can you put Dad on speaker? There's something I need to talk to you about…"

Blaine smiled softly as he grabbed his own phone, dialing the number for the police department. Yes, both boys were battered and bruised in their own ways. The sad truth of it was that they were both too proud to get help when the needed it. That's why they each other, Blaine reasoned as he reported his case to the police sheriff, who seemed completely appalled at what he was telling him. To help the other be a little more willing to accept help.

Both boys got off of the phone at the same time. "I'm going to the hospital tomorrow at noon to talk with all three of them about what happened," Kurt informed him as they lied next to each other, their fingers laced together.

Blaine nodded, smiling slightly. "I'm going to be at the police office tomorrow around the same time to show my scars so they can have actual proof to go on to come arrest them." Blaine's eyes fluttered closed as he drifted off to sleep." I love you, Kurt."

"I love you too, Blaine."

A/N: Okay, that was a ton of angst. Hopefully though, it works. Reviews = Love ~C.Y.R