Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, and this chapter is a bit angstyer so I apologize if you guys get upset.

OK so I'll probably update again this weekend! ENJOY!

Blaine's mother was rushing towards him, tears stained on her face telling him to 'sshh!' with a finger over her mouth.

Blaine was quiet but was extremely confused. The confusion turned to hurt when he saw a large red mark on his mother's cheek and marks along the left side of her neck.

"Mom...what happened? What did he do to you?" tears forming in his eyes.

"Blaine you are 3 hours after curfew, do you know how angry he gets when you disobey rules?" she said anxiously, constantly looking up at the stairway.

"But mom, I told you where I was! You said it was fine!" he responded.

"I figured you'd be out for a few hours Blaine its 2 o'clock in the morning! You have to drive back to Dalton in 4 hours!" she said, still looking up at the stairwell now and again.

"Mom I'll be fine to drive I swear! Please stop crying. I had an amazing night, the kids in group invited me out and I met this amazing boy and he's funny and gorgeous and swee-" Blaine was cut off by a large banging from the top of the staircase.

"There you are you worthless little shit. Where the hell have you been all night, huh? Check with your mother to see if you can stay out when I'M the one who makes your curfew. Now where were you?" John Anderson screamed as he walked quickly down the stairs. He walked up to Blaine and grasped his bicep in a suffocating stronghold that made Blaine fall to his knees. Blaine tried to speak but the pain was too much.

"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU" his father screamed angrily as his mother tried to pry his hand off of Blaine's arm screaming for him to let go.

"WITH SOME BOY HUH? YOUR LITTLE FAG BOYFRIEND?" his father continued to roar as Blaine continued to rhythe in pain. When he finally let go, Blaine's entire body fell to the ground.

"That's what I thought. You're weak. What kind of man can't stand up for himself? Not an Anderson that's for sure." he walked away starkly and began up the stairs. Once on the second floor, he appeared on the balcony overlooking the main foyer and spoke again, a bitter spite in his voice.

"Pack your shit and go to Dalton, but don't even think of coming back here again. After this quarter of school is finished, you're on your own. I'm not paying for a private school that makes boys into fags and wimps. Go back to public

school and maybe they'll teach you to be a real man and defend yourself." he spoke with venom dripping off of every word.

Blaine, still on the ground and crying, looked up to his mother. Her face had gone pale and her eyes were wide with fear as she fell and embraced her son.

Blaine looked up at her and spoke in a barely audible voice.

"What am I gonna do? Where am I going to live? The quarter ends next week! Where am I going to go to school? How am I going to find somewhere to live in a week?"

Celine looked at her son and rubbed soothing circles into his back,

"Don't worry baby, everything is going to work itself out. I'll enroll you into McKinley next quarter and ask my friends if you can stay with them. Everything will be okay, everything will be okay" she spoke softly through her sobs. It sounded to Blaine that she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

Suddenly, his father appeared again and spoke directly to Celine.

"He has to learn to be a man Celine, take responsibility for himself. I find out you're helping him and you'll be just as fucked as he is."

Blaine looked up to his mother, whose skin had gone cold.

"Mom, look at me," Blaine said, suddenly becoming stronger than he ever thought of being in the last 10 minutes. "I don't want anything to happen to you EVER, you understand? I'll go to McKinley tomorrow and enroll myself. It's okay, really. I'll ask if I can stay with anyone I know at McKinley. Everything is going to be okay, remember?"

Blaine said, holding onto his mother's shoulders and looking straight into her glassed-over eyes.

"Nothing is going to happen to you and I'll call you everyday to tell you my progress, but I have to go pack." He said the last part in sadness and saw his mother's face drop as well, and soon she fell into hysterics as she grasped her son for dear life, seemingly begging him not to go. Blaine was her lifeline, the ultimate happiness in her life, and soon enough he would be gone. Blaine was worried for his mother, but promised himself that he would never make her worry or sad, and he would never jeopardize her safety in any way. He slowly trudged up the stairs and 2 hours later, he was carrying his bags to his car, saying goodbye to his mother and walking out the front doors, never looking back.

Blaine spent the next week at Dalton trying to enjoy the last of his time with the Warblers getting ready for Sectionals. This would be his last competition before he transferred, and he wanted it to be his best. He and Kurt had been texting throughout the week, but Blaine didn't tell Kurt about the fight, the transfer or the fact that he would be homeless in less than 6 days. But tonight was group, and tomorrow was Sectionals, so he was more than excited for the next two days.

He and Kurt had talked about everything and had even more to talk about when they had found out that they were each other's competition for Sectionals. Blaine hadn't told Kurt about his solo, because he wanted it to be a surprise. He chose a song that he was always comfortable singing and the lyrics were extremely relevant to everything going on in his life. The Warblers were willing to perform it because the background was easy to break up into the Warblers' signature 8-part harmony. Blaine was actually really excited to perform for his friends from group. Kurt had told him they were all in New Directions and had invited him and the Warblers out afterwards, no matter who won or lost.

That night at group, all of the McKinley kids were talking excitedly about tomorrow's competition and Kurt and Blaine (Klaine as they were now being called) were wrapped up in each other, physically and mentally, as they talked while Kurt practically sat in Blaine's lap, the shorter boys arms wrapped around his waste.

Kurt could sense something in Blaine the second that they saw each other that something was off, that he wasn't all there tonight, but he didn't ask. Maybe Blaine would bring it up in the discussion.

Once Mr. Schue walked in and sat down, everything was quiet and they all began talking.

Mercedes was the first to talk today.

"Hi guys, I'm Mercedes. I don't really know how to say this because I don't really know what it is yet, but I think I may have an eating disorder. I'm really scared. My entire life revolves around food and that's not healthy. I hate it, but I'm too scared to go to a doctor and have it diagnosed. It would absolutely kill my mom, she's a big girl too…but I feel like I could be killing myself everyday because of all that I eat…and guys, I really don't want to die. I don't want to have heart attacks and diabetes and all that…im only 17. I want to stop it, I really do. I've tried eating all that health food crap, but its just…whenever my mom goes to the market to buy groceries she always buys the junk food or the stuff that's high in salt…and I just, I just don't know what to do. I get weak and then I eat it, and I just…can't stop." At this boy she was crying and Kurt had gotten off of Blaine's lap to go comfort her.
Once she calmed down, Mr. Schue and the rest of the kids told her that she should definitely go get her condition diagnosed, just so she knows what it is and learn steps she can take to get better, and many offered to accompany her to the doctor. Next, they told her that she and her mom need to have a conversation about their lifestyle and eating habits. They said that maybe getting diagnosed by the doctor will show her mom how serious it is and it would be the extra push in the right direction. Their final piece of advice was to accompany her mom food shopping so that they could make healthy choices together.

Mr. Schue noticed that Blaine was looking off at a wall and had an extremely worried look on his face and said,

"Hey Blaine? Blaine? Yoohoo…Blaaainne". He tried to get the spaced-out boy's attention by waving a hand at him.

By now everyone had noticed the change in Blaine's demeanor. The happy kid who they met last week and was smiling and sociable was gone, and instead he wore a hard face and seemed off in his own head.
Once Blaine snapped out of his trance, Mr. Schue asked him if he was okay, and if there was anything that he needed to share, but not to feel obligated.
Blaine looked around at the concerned faces around him and then looked next to him where Kurt had returned and was resting his hand on top of Blaine's. Blaine looked at Kurt who looked hurt and concerned, probably thinking that his condition had something to do with him. Blaine saw the genuine worry on the kids' faces and realized that these people cared about him and his well being, and that maybe they could do something to help.

So Blaine spoke, shakily at first, but then gained strength.
"M-my parents, well…my father, he hates the fact that I'm gay. He thinks that I'm weak and that I can't stand up for myself. He thinks that I'm hiding away at Dalton…which I am, but its for my safety so I never really took anything he said to heart because I knew what I needed for my safety. Anyway, last Thursday, after we all went to the Lima Bean, I got home a couple of hours after curfew and I'd asked my mom if I could go out, but not my dad…and he didn't really like that. Apparently I was 'undermining his authority in his own home' or something. Continuing on, he we reallypissed and he…he started to hurt me to get me to tell him where I was and who I was with. He called me weak and said that Anderson men stand up for themselves, and that I wasn't an Anderson man. Then um…he told me to pack up my stuff and go to Dalton and to umm…to never come back."

At this point everyone gasped and Kurt's grip on his hand was almost suffocating, tears flowing freely down his face. Blaine paused his story to wipe them away and saw that many other kids were either crying or had open mouths.

"And…um…and then he told me that he was pulling me out of Dalton. He didn't want to waste any more money on a school that made boys into fags and wimps. Eloquent, right? Such a class act. So…um, starting on Wednesday I'm not a student at Dalton anymore and I have nowhere to live, or to go to school. So right now I've been a little preoccupied with Warbler practices for tomorrow and trying to find a place to live. I enrolled myself at McKinley yesterday so I guess I'll be a student there starting in the middle of next week, now I just need to find a place to stay. I checked out some local shelters in the area, but I don't know how long I'd be able to stay there for." he sighed, "So yeah, that's where my mind is right now."

Everyone was speechless. They couldn't believe that one kid could go through so much in the course of a month, from last weeks story to tonight's, Blaine could really use a break. They all expressed their happiness that Blaine would be coming to McKinley and that they would be there to help him with any schoolwork or issues that he had, and almost everyone had offered to take Blaine in to live with them. Blaine got everyone's numbers and they all hugged him, saying that he was going to be alright and that everything was going to work out for him, and that they'd help to keep him safe at McKinley.

Blaine couldn't help but cry. He had only known these people for a week and they were already offering to have him move in with them. Blaine had never felt more wanted, more loved or cared for in his entire life, and he owed them all a huge debt of love and gratitude.

After the meeting dispersed and Mr. Schuester talked to Blaine about his impending transfer, Blaine turned to find Kurt waiting for him.
Blaine smiled widely and walked over to him, grasping his hand in Kurt's and letting their fingers entwine. They walked out the door of the community center in silence, just letting their hands swing back and forth. Once outside, Kurt stopped them. He turned to Blaine and the shorter boy could see tears rolling down Kurt's cheeks.

"Hey, what's wrong? Nonono why are you crying?" Blaine asked softly as he pulled Kurt into a hug.

"It's all my fault! If I didn't invite you out that night you still would've had a house, and support and education and family Blaine, dammit its all my fault! I'm so sorry I didn't mean any harm please forgive me Blaine…please" he descended into sobs into Blaine's shoulder because he had finally found an amazingly beautiful, kind, compassionate guys who he got chills when they kissed and wanted to kiss him, but Kurt had ruined his life, and this was probably the last time that he ever wanted to see Kurt again.

"I-I'm so sorry Blaine, I have to go." he said as he let go of the boy that he loved and ran away to his car as fast as his legs could take him.

Blaine was dumbstruck. Why did Kurt run away from him? Would he hide from Blaine because he still thought that it was his fault?

Blaine screamed for Kurt to come back and ran after him, but Kurt was really fast and those long legs took him a long distance in a short distance.

The ignition had started and Kurt was driving away into the night by the time that Blaine was even remotely close to his car.

Blaine called Kurt constantly on his drive back to Dalton with no answer. As soon as he got back to his dorm floor, he faced the wrath of Wes as he was bombarded with questions like 'Where were you?' 'Do you know what time it is?' and 'You know we're competing tomorrow, right?'. He didn't answer and continued towards his room. He needed to talk to Kurt and he needed to do it now.

After calling another 4 times and leaving rather desperate voicemails at each call, he decided to send him a text before going to sleep. He was tired, and like Wes said, he had a big day tomorrow. He was going to see Kurt tomorrow, and sing to Kurt tomorrow, YES THAT'S PERFECT, Blaine thought to himself.

He sent Kurt one text before dozing off to sleep. He was slightly awakened by his phone buzzing and saw that Kurt had answered him back. He checked the message and went back to sleep, content with how his plan for the next day was forming into his mind.

11: 43 pm 10/23/11

Can we please talk tomorrow? I really don't want you to be mad at me when I sing to you…you won't enjoy it as much xx -B

11:55 pm 10/23/11

meet me at the concession stand 20 minutes before show time x -K

Hope this was good for y'all! See you guys this weekend at Sectionals!