Hello! Thanks for all the reviews/alerts! C:

Story is now called You Can't Change Me, previously titled Surprise.

Sorry this took so long, it will now be a 4-5 chapter fic, not three, as I planned.

And I'm pretty sure I've said this about every chapter I've written so far, but I don't like how it turned out.

I own nothing, etc.


Kurt Hummel never truly appreciated how lucky he was to have been blessed with a family as loving and accepting as his. Sure, it had taken Burt a while to get used to the concept that his son was gay, but never did his dad try to change him, or make him feel ashamed of who he was.

Blaine, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He loved his boyfriend, more than anything, yet there was a burning jealousy that reared its ugly head every time Kurt interacted with his dad, step-mum, or stepbrother, when Blaine was around.

Sure, his parents had always given him everything he needed, but never had they given him what he wanted.

What he wanted, more than fancy clothes and overpriced cars, was their acceptance and love. He wanted to be able to talk to his parents without feeling the need to alter his personality. He wanted to be able to look at his father, and not see a face filled with disappointment staring back at him. He wanted to be able to talk to his mother, about anything and everything, and not feel the need to hold back comments regarding fashion or the look of a certain model or actor. But most of all, he wanted to be able to talk about Kurt, the boy he loved.


He had contemplated skipping school, but had come to the conclusion that it would be easier to get the pitying looks he was undoubtedly going to receive, out of the way; after all, if his parents got their way, he wouldn't be there for much longer. So he pulled on a cap, keeping the rim low on his face, and attempted to avoid a run in with his father, as he left for school.

Blaine had never been a lucky person, so of course his dad was sitting at the kitchen bench, drinking deeply from a mug of coffee. He tried to shuffle past unnoticed, but his father looked up, eyes narrowing as he spotted his son over the top of his cup.

"I trust you'll tell no one about our little chat last night boy," his father said, threat evident in his tone.

"No sir," Blaine replied, ashamed of the weak, shaky voice that came from his mouth.

"Good," he said, "and you know what you have to do today?" he questioned.

Blaine winced at his father's question. Today, he was to break up with Kurt and quit glee club, effectively ridding himself of the two things that made him happiest. His parents were sending him to 'One by One,' a camp that claimed to be ridding the world of gays, one by one. He didn't want to go, but believed that he owed it to his parents, and couldn't stand the thought of disappointing them anymore.

Blaine hated the power his father had over him. He hated how he still felt the desperate need for the mans approval. He hated how he felt the need to comply with everything he said. But, what he hated more than anything was that no matter how desperately he tried not to, he still loved him.


Blaine was late for glee rehearsals.

He hesitantly stepped through the choir room door, and all conversation about set lists for Nationals ceased.

"Sorry I'm late," he mumbled to the director, who shot him a sad smile in return. He kept his head low and turned towards his classmates. They were assembled randomly throughout the various chairs on the choir room risers, with varying looks of concern and pity expressed on their faces.

The atmosphere was tense as they took in Blaine's withdrawn appearance. It was odd seeing the boy so underdressed, he'd never been as flamboyant as Kurt, but had been more fashion conscious than any other male at McKinley, so wearing a simple hoodie and jeans was an odd sight to the group.

Blaine took the time to discretely admire the sheer beauty of his boyfriend from underneath his hat, but he refrained from acknowledging Kurt with a hug or smile, telling himself that if he was going to say what he had to, do what he had to, he needed to distance himself from Kurt, from the group.

Kurt, however, jumped up, pulling his boyfriend into a hug.

Blaine winced slightly at the pressure Kurt's hold was applying to his bruised back and ribs. He kept his head ducked, and tensed up, stopping himself from hugging back. He felt safe in the arms of his boyfriend, and never wanted to leave their comforting grip. But he knew he had to, he couldn't disappoint his parents again.

Kurt pulled away after a few moments, realizing that the embrace was one sided.

"Blaine, look at me," Kurt demanded quietly as the glee club watched on with curious and worried eyes.

Blaine shook his head stubbornly.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand, and squeezed it tightly, trying to elicit a response out of the short teen.

"Blaine, please?" Kurt begged, voice small and desperate.

He just shook his head again, keeping his eyes trained to the choir room floor. He pulled his hand out of his boyfriends warm one, as a tear slipped down his cheek, dropping quietly to the ground. It didn't go unnoticed by Kurt though, who raise his arms slowly, reaching for the Buckeye's cap sitting atop Blaine's curly mop of hair. Blaine should have stopped him from removing the piece of clothing that was hiding the truth of his abusive father, but he wanted others to know, he wanted others to care, he wanted others to help him.

Kurt removed the -in his opinion- horrid piece of clothing, and gasped in union with the rest of the club, as they caught sight of the dark bruising covering the top right half of his face. One of the girls let out a small sob.

Blaine refused to meet any of their pitying gazes, and instead stepped away from Kurt, wrapping his arms tightly around his bruised middle.

"Mr Schue, will I get sent back to juvie if I beat the shit out of Blaine's dad?" Puck questioned, standing up menacingly. He was surprisingly protective of the group, and would do almost anything for each and every one of them.

"Sit down Puck," Schuester replied sternly.

The group did the opposite.

One after the other, the New Directions stood up, with the exception of Arty, who simply sat taller in his chair.

"We can't just let this go Mr Schue," Finn said, taking in the defensive, vulnerable stance of his brother's boyfriend.

"We won't guys, but this isn't something we should take into our own hands. I'll call the police an-"

"No!" Blaine exclaimed suddenly, causing the room to flinch with the forcefulness of his tone, "no."

"Blaine, if your dad hi-"

"No! He, he didn't, I tripped and hit my head," Blaine said, meeting the eyes of the director.

The group watched sadly. What happened to the Blaine from yesterday, the Blaine who was so full of confidence and life? This was merely a shell of the boy they knew, and they wanted to hurt the person who broke him.

"Blaine," Kurt said quietly, taking a step towards the distressed boy, who took a step away, averting his eyes to the ground again.

"Kurt, don't," Blaine pleaded. He had to do this. He couldn't disappoint his parents any more.

"Blaine, just look at me, please."

He shook his head stubbornly, "no, I, I have to do this, and I know if I look into your gorgeous blue eyes I'll lose the strength to and, and then my dad will be even more disappointed in me, and I don't want to be a disappointment anymore," Blaine rambled, unable to stop the words tumbling out of his mouth. Tears now streamed down his uncharacteristically pale face, as his insecurities were put on display for the occupants of the room to see.

"You're not a disappointment Blaine, your dad's a complete idiot if he can't see how truly amazing you are," Quinn said quietly. She and Blaine had become quite close since he transferred to McKinley, and she moved towards him to pull him into a comforting hug.

He didn't stop her, but everyone could see his face scrunch up in pain as her small arms wrapped around his broad frame.

He whimpered quietly, and she hastily pulled away, eyes wide in alarm as they raked over his body, searching for the source of his pain.

Blaine pulled in a deep, shaky breath, and wrapped his arms around his middle again, hoping to relieve some of the pain that was coursing through the left side of his rib cage. It didn't help though, if anything it made it worse

"I'm so sorry," Quinn said sincerely. He realised that she wasn't just saying sorry for the pain she caused him, but for the pain that he'd been through in regards to his family. The pain that he would go through.

"Babe, please, let me help you," Kurt begged, eyes watering as he watched the boy he loved suffer silently, trying to shut everyone out and endure it all on his own.

Kurt hated the stubborn side of Blaine almost as much as he loved it.

"I-I can't."

"You have to. Blaine, I love you, I will always love you, and you have to let me help."

"Kurt please don't make this harder than it already is," Blaine begged, voice cracking on his last words.

"Bl-"

"No, you don't understand," the short boy moaned, tears pouring down his face, "I'll lose everything! He'll kick me out, I'll have no-nowhere to go. I'll lose my family, home, money. I have to leave."

"If you leave you'll lose me," Kurt said quietly. Blaine finally looked up, into the bright blue eyes of the boy he loved, as the reality of the situation hit him. Leave Kurt, or leave his home, leave the people who raised him, the house he grew up in, the security of money.

He knew what he wanted, but wasn't sure if he was strong enough to give up everything he knew.

It was too much; each breath became seemingly harder to pull in then the one before it. As the pain in his ribs became a thousand times worse, he could faintly hear people yelling, and felt Kurt's strong arms wrap around him, as he collapsed onto the ground.

The last thing he heard before blacking out was the faint dial tone of a mobile, and a muffled voice, "911 what's your emergency."


Sorry for putting you though that, and thanks if you read it all.

I really hated writing it. I just couldn't get it how I wanted it.

I was so close to writing '000' instead of '911' Thats what you get for being an Aussie. C:

Next chapter; Blaine's a minor, so his parents must be called into the hospital, Burt's gonna be there too and go all 'Number one dad' on them. Because I love Burt and his support of Team Klaine.

Review, even if it was to tell me this was a terrible chapter, I'll improve by the next one, I swear!