A/N: Hey everyone. I'm posting the chapter kind of early becaus eI have finals coming up and a family issue. I don't know when the next chapter will come because this week I have alot of makeup work to do. Sorry if some of my spelling is horrible and what not but thankyou to my story alerters and reveiwers:)

Lastly thankyou to the person who beta'ed my story JoshuaAshita :) He also has glee stories so go read them!

Disclaimer: I dont own glee
Warning: Talks about abuse so if it's a not so good topic for you don't read

Numb Chapter 3:

I woke up with a jolt. Somebody was here, or so I thought. That dream had seemed so real. So real that I couldn't help but think that maybe it was. Looking around the room, the sight of the light blue walls and florescent lights calmed me a bit. That was when I suddenly saw a puff of black hair though the door window. Instantly knowing who it was, I let myself relax slightly.

Blaine walked in and grinned. "Good evening young sir."

I rolled my eyes but spotted the roses in his arms. "Who are those for?" I don't know why I asked, I already knew it was such a stupid question. He was probably here visiting somebody and those are for them, not me. It isn't like I want them to be for me, though. Nope, I don't want those roses that of his. No matter how much the voice inside my head tells me I do.

"You." He said simply and walked towards me. Placing them in the vase of flowers that Tina had brought, he smiled at me and went over and sat on the chair beside my bed.

"Oh... Well thank you," I mumbled and tore my glaze away from him and to the flowers.

"So does your work know you're here?"

Oh shit. "Well." sighing I replied after a minute or so, "Well work is work. I'm an editor for a fashion magazine and, well, they gave me a month off. I still have about... I would say three more weeks, give or take a few days."

Before Blaine could reply I heard a noise from the hallway. Jerking my head I tried to listen more closely. I recognized that voice.

"Let me see him!" the voice yelled as clear as day. I froze. I'd know that voice anywhere. It was Paul.

He couldn't be here, he just couldn't. And more importantly, I couldn't let him see Blaine. Panicked, I looked over at Blaine, who instantly noticed said panic.

"Damn it, let me see him! He's my boyfriend!" I looked at the door again when I heard the furious screaming, hoping it wasn't Paul. The hope was useless, though, because that voice has been scarring me for the past year. There was no mistaking that it was him.

Blaine was going to say something, but I glared at him, warning him to say nothing.

Paul looked different, and he probably has been drinking and all that other crap since I've been here. It's been two days though, so he must have been like this since before I came. His hair is all greasy and his eyes are bloodshot. His face still has its soft tan, the only thing I'm familiar with from the old Paul.

The old Paul before all the abuse started had been kind. I met him while on a job interview with a band. He works as a band's called Party Monsters' manager. The first time I met him, I knew he would be a good boyfriend. I flirted with him, and he flirted back. If only I'd known then what would happen.

After a number of phone talks and a couple coffee dates, we became official. Paul was the perfect gentleman – was, as in past tense. Now he is the monster in my life, of my dreams, of everything.

Months afterward, though, things began to change into the hits and punches. It was little things at first.

He always said sorry and that he just got frustrated at work. I believed him and forgave him. It kept happening and happening and soon it became full out abuse. And now, just look at me. I'm here, in a hospital, afraid just from the sound of his voice.

"Kurt, I'm sorry...I didn't mean for it to go this far. You know how I get." He was pleading with the same voice that always drew me back. But this time, this time I couldn't let him suck me back in. This time I need to let go, even if it hurts me in the process.

Before I could chicken out I whispered, "Go...Get out."

His eyes flashed with something I was familiar with, but not anything I had ever wanted to see again .

"What did you say?" he growled though his teeth. He stalked forward and grabbed my wrist harshly, a grip I knew would leave bruises as it had so many times before."What did you say you little man whore?"

I flinched and tried to pull my wrist away. Paul hadn't yet noticed Blaine, who had come to his senses and realized that he couldn't just sit there. "Let him go!" Blaine pulled Paul's hand away from my wrist, anger clear in his voice. I was pretty shocked – his voice didn't waver a bit. Had I been in his position, I'm sure mine would've been cracking. "Don't touch him." I never saw this side of Blaine, but it wasn't scary like Paul.

He was heroic.

"Who are you?" Paul glared at Blaine.

"A.." Blaine hesitated which I knew was a mistake when talking to Paul. "A friend."

Paul seemed to think otherwise, and started towards Blaine, but instead started to yell at me "Is this the guy you have been cheating on me with? Whoring yourself out there now, are you, princess?" he snarled.

I had to do something. I just had to. "Leave!" I yelled back at him, my voice only wavering slightly. Trying to fight the reflex of curling up, I had to know I was safe. I didn't feel it though.

Hearing nurses in the hall coming, I couldn't help but think that they should have come sooner. How could they not notice all the screaming.

I heard Paul mumble, "shit," before he started to walk out, all the while glaring at Blaine and I. "Don't worry princess. I'll be back for you." And with that, he was gone.

My breath caught in my throat and tears fought at me, trying to escape from my eyes. I couldn't cry here, though. Not in front of Blaine. I just couldn't.

A/N: Okay so that's it :)

hayleughreid: Thankyou for reveiwing :) Well I hope you like this chapter then because it has some Paul.

Thankyou so much for reading

~Tori S