Chapter 2

I looked out of the car window, taking in the blurry scenery as the rain catapulted itself against the thin pane of glass. The sky was grey with thick cloud, the rest of the view left in a dark wash. I sighed naturally, before realising I'd even done it. I looked over to the driver of the vehicle, seeing the same boy who had rescued me just moments before. He had a faint smile on his face as he drove, even despite the gloom that came with the rain.

"You okay?" Kurt asked, taking a moment to look at me with a shy smile. My heart beat elevated without warning, thudding against my chest as I thought about the question. I sighed once more as I moved my body in the car seat to face him. "I'm okay, I'm just thinking about everything" I smiled a little as my voice wavered, truth is I was terrified. Not only about what would happen if my dad found out I was gay, but at school aswell… I was never going to have a normal life again. Except now I was more focussed on what was happening now, my brain tricking me into thinking of every negative scenario that could occur from going to this boy's home.

"I'm not going to hurt you" The brunette spoke softly, though his voice sounded hurt. "I just want to help you" he added, pulling over his car so he could face me. "Blaine, I can take you home if you'd like" Kurt looked sad, his eyes turning greyer than the blue that used to reside there.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I'm worried about, I just…" I took a breath and willed myself to continue, "We've never met before today and I'm used to people not wanting to help me" I gulped, thinking a moment before finishing. "I just don't know what would've happened if you hadn't been there", my entire body was trembling as I tried to calm myself down. Tears sprinted down my cheeks as the driver of the car smiled at me, taking my hand in his and squeezing gently. He used his other hand to slowly wipe my tears away."My House is ten minutes away, you still okay to come over?" he asked, his hand now cupping my cheek, my body rendered speechless as I nodded in response.

Moments later we had arrived at the Hudson-Hummel household. I had no idea what I was expecting, how many people were even going to be there.
Kurt helped me out of his navigator and into his house, instantly walking me over to his couch for me to sit on. I was biting my lip hard to stop myself from screaming from the excruciating pain now radiating from my leg.

A woman walked in with a large first aid kit. She had introduced herself as Carole Hudson-Hummel, Kurt's stepmom and a nurse at Lima General Hospital.I relaxed when they gave me some pain relief pills and a blanket incase I needed a nap. Carole easily diagnosed that I had a sprained ankle from the force of Karofsky standing on it. Kurt simply held my hand, only pulling away to pass Carole something if she needed it.

I woke up a long time later, not even realising I'd been asleep. Kurt was sitting beneath me, my head was resting in his lap and his hand was stroking my hair lightly. I turned my head a little, noticing the extra people that occupied the room. A Man with a cap sat in the chair closest to the television, he was almost made of muscle and his stubble gave away his age. This must have been Kurt's father. He was watching a football game and yelling various things at the screen, I forced my eyes closed when I heard Kurt's voice whisper,
"Dad, stop yelling, Blaine's Asleep".
"Sorry Bud, I forgot" the man whispered back, his voice croaking a little. I cracked one eye open and looked to the floor, suddenly noticing the two boys seated on the floor, I recognised them from school, Finn Hudson and Noah Puckerman.

I opened my eyes properly, blinking a few times to get used to the light. The brunette looked down at me, smiling as I tried to sit up a little. "How are you feeling?" He asked, all the occupants of the room looking at me. "Better, thank you" I grumbled, my voice still full of sleep. Carole walked in with a tray that held a few cups of coffee. I looked up at her, smiling a little as I got up, trying to move to let the boys on the floor sit on the sofa. They smiled and joined us on the couch, all attention suddenly turning to me. "What time did you have to be home, Blaine?" Carole asked politely, making my heart stop beating altogether. SHIT. "Urm... What time is it?" I asked gingerly, my nerves suddenly getting the better of me as my palms grew sweaty once more. I knew I'd be in trouble when I got home.. it was just a case of how much. "Its six o'clock sweetie" Kurt added. I felt all my blood drain from my face, I was screwed, dad gets home from work at five. Carole had given me some crutches to get by on whilst my ankle healed.

I managed to get a lift from a man that I now knew by the name of Burt and parted ways with the family, saying I'd see Kurt tomorrow.
I opened the back door to my house, sneaking in so that mom or dad wouldn't notice me. I felt my heart stop when I was immediately confronted by my brother Cooper, his face unreadable. "Blaine… what the fuck happened?" his voice sounded like he was more worried about the hour I'd gotten home at than the fact I had crutches. I simply sighed, ignoring him completely I walked, well.. I limped, up the stairs to my bedroom and closed the door, angry when Cooper followed me in. "Blaine where have you been?" Coop began, his clear blue eyes seeking out my golden brown ones. I felt anger beginning to boil inside of me. He didn't care at all about me, he was an 'actor' and had an audition today, and so he just wanted to brag about it to me. "Hey squirt! I'm talking to you… and what happened to your leg?".

I needed to scream, I couldn't breathe, everything around me was closing in. I was trapped, there was no way out.

"YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW I HURT MY LEG THEN FINE" I began, tears of anger already spilling from my eyes. "I WAS HURT BY A HOMOPHOBE WHO FOUND OUT I WAS GAY." I took a deep breath unable to stop myself. Everything was too much. The words kept spouting out of my mouth, the truth demanding to be heard. "I'M GAY AND HE WAS THE FIRST PERSON IN MY LIFE TO FIND OUT. HE SPRAINED MY ANKLE BY FUCKING STANDING ON IT! HE'S FUCKING ENOURMOUS BY THE WAY".

I just let my tears flow silently. It dragged on for what felt like years but the anger was melting away. Cooper just stared ahead, making it obvious he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were wide with what looked like fear and my heart began aching as I felt someone behind me, I knew it was my dad. I didn't even need to turn around to feel his deathly stare boring into me. "You're gay…Blaine?" Dad managed to stumble, his voice making it clear how intoxicated he was.

"My youngest son… is… gay?" he said, his voice sounding like it was unthinkable. "I guess I'll have to fix that".

Dad made me sleep in the basement, saying it must of been a 'long day' and that I needed to rest to let my ankle get better. I heard him convince mom that it was all my idea, that I wanted to move rooms so that I could have more space. Cooper moved all my things, dad making sure to throw away anything considered 'gay' or even remotely 'camp', then leaving to get 'supplies'.

I'd fallen asleep once again, waking to find posters of half naked women all over my 'bedroom'. I felt so uncomfortable, he'd taken my laptop, television and my cell phone. I got up, realising I needed the toilet so walked to the door. Panic began to set in, the door wasn't opening… MY DAD HAD LOCKED ME IN.

I held my breath for a moment, trying to calm myself down. I had no toilet. No food. I doubt my brother would defy my father, mom would probably think I was just having a 'teenage rebelious faze'. I was in so much trouble.