Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor KT Tunstall's amazing song, Heal Over.

A/N: Ah! I'm so sorry! I haven't updated in like, ever. And I have a really good reason! Okay, so I wrote about three fourths of this chapter and then my Microsoft crashed! And when I went to look for it, it wasn't there! So I had to start all over! Ah! Damn you Microsoft! (I don't mean that. I totally love you and you should never ever crash again. 'Cause you're awesome.)

So, I'm really sorry it took so long, but here you go! :)

Blaine can't sleep. It's not that he isn't tired; God, he's tired, but every time he closes his eyes he's assaulted with images. Memories. From his father hitting him to his mother's scared and worried face to his older brother's hand grabbing onto his arm and throwing himself in front of the piece of steel that was about to impale Blaine in the chest. He sees his mother's pained smile, telling him everything was all right and he was going to be okay. He sees the light leave Danny's eyes. He sees the flash of the ambulance lights, a minute too late. He sees the hand that's about to strike him, the foot that's about to kick him.

And then there are the most terrifying ones, the ones his imagination creates. His mother shaking her head at him in disgust. His father pulling on gun on him; his father pulling a gun on Kurt. There are images of Burt telling him to leave, that he wasn't wanted there anymore. Kurt breaking up with him. Danny hating him. Everyone blaming him for something he had no control over. And these are the ones that affect him the most.

He always jerks awake, sweaty and gasping for breath. He tries to shake the images from his mind, but they're imbedded like termites. Always reminding him of what a failure he is.

He's been lying in bed for an hour, tossing and turning. The bed sheets are tangled around his body, restricting his movements. Kurt had left; down to talk to his father, leaving Blaine tired and unable to sleep.

He's closed his eyes for what seemed like seconds, but a loud buzzing sound draws him from his not-exactly-a-nap. He rubs the tiredness out of his eyes, squinting over to the bedside table where the buzzing had come from. A bright light is reflected off the glass, and the buzzing noise is heard again. He realizes it's his phone. It's vibrating, signaling a text message.

(Dad; 5:57) Come to the house. We need to talk.

He's not sure if he's supposed to respond or not, so he just sets the phone down on the bed with shaking hands. A million fears come into his head, and he doesn't know what to do. He's not sure if he should tell Kurt, or go by himself. He's afraid to go alone, knowing that a beating would most likely happen, but he doesn't want to bring Kurt into it, for fear of his father hurting Kurt. Blaine can deal with getting hit, but he can't deal with Kurt getting hurt. He won't let it happen.

The phone buzzes again.

(Dad; 6:01) Now.

The ride to Blaine's house is completely silent this time, no one wanting to scare the teenager. He'd hadn't spoken since they left his house the first time, choosing to stare at the floor and let his tears roll. He was silent. They were surprised when he came down from Kurt's room a few hours later. But it wasn't the good kind of surprise.

He had come down from Kurt's room with shaking hands and lost eyes, holding his phone out to Burt. Burt had taken one look at it before yelling for Finn to come downstairs because they were going to go some ass. Blaine had stopped them, nearly crying, telling them he was going to go alone.

"Bull shit." Were the only words Burt had said before walking out the door with Finn, Blaine, and Kurt in tow. They'd gotten into Burt's truck and were on their way to Blaine's house for the second time that day. And they were all even more worried about what they'd find this time.

Burt knocks on the door, the boys waiting behind him. Blaine's father answers, a frown set deep on his lips and hatred radiating in his eyes.

Blaine's father is a tall man. He's also broad-shouldered, with large arms and a thick chest. Kurt hadn't ever met him before, and frankly, he's intimidating. His eyes are a steely green, showing no trace of the golden hazel that Blaine has. His dark hair is slicked back, using almost as much gel as Blaine uses. He wears a black suit with a blue shirt and tie, even though it's Saturday. His hands are in his pockets, and his sneer expresses his hate to the people on his doorstep.

"Blaine." He says, words dripping with venom. Kurt's pretty sure he's never heard a name be said with so much hate in it. Not even when Mercedes mentions Perez Hilton.

"Sir." Blaine responds softly, nodding curtly. He keeps his eyes downcast, not wanting to look the man in the eyes. Kurt understands why.

"Who are these people, Blaine?" Blaine's father asks, completely ignoring the men on his porch.

"This is Kurt." Blaine answers quietly, not wishing to anger the man more than he already is. "And this is his father, Burt, and his brother, Finn." Burt looks the man up and down, anger shining in his expression. Finn is attempting to look scary, but he mostly looks ridiculous with a sneer on his lip and his eyebrows furrowed.

"My name's William Anderson. Pleasure to meet the man who's sheltering my worthless son." He holds his hand out to Burt nonchalantly, acting like they're business partners who'd just made a deal.

Burt stares at the hand, not shaking it. He glances back up at the man, fists clenching at his sides.

"Come in." William gestures them inside. They follow his back to the living room, where the coffee table had been righted and the rip in the couch patched. William sits down on one of the chairs, gesturing to everyone to do the same. Burt shakes his head, but Finn and Blaine both settle into the couch. Kurt remains standing as well, hovering over his boyfriend protectively.

"So, Kurt. How do you know Blaine?" William asks, smiling.

"Kurt's my boyfriend." Blaine answers quickly, and William's face sobers instantly.

"Boyfriend, eh? So he's a fag too?" Kurt's eyes begin to water, and Blaine reaches his hand up to link with Kurt's. Burt takes a quick step forward.

"You will not talk to him like that." He spits, eyes cloudy with anger. "Blaine either. He's your son, you can't treat him that way."

"Blaine isn't my son." William responds calmly, letting his eyes flick to the shaking boy on the couch. "Not after he killed Maria."

"He didn't kill anyone! It wasn't his fault!" Kurt yells, walking over to the man.

"Yes he did! It's his fault she got in that damn car crash! She was taking him and Danny to that stupid school. He was distracting her, telling her about some stupid singing thing, and a car ran into them! It's his fault!" William points at his son, who is clenching his fists with tears running down his cheeks.

"I didn't do it!" Blaine screams, shaking his head.

"William, Blaine didn't do anything! He was only a kid. He's still only a kid!" Burt says. William laughs humorlessly, keeping his glares on his son.

"Did he tell you the story? Danny threw himself over Blaine, attempting to save his sorry ass. A piece of steel from an eighteen-wheeler went right through his chest. It didn't come anywhere near Blaine." William's eyes shine with tears, but not out of sadness. Out of hate. "Danny was the normal one. He wasn't some stupid homo who couldn't look out for himself. He was smart and he got good grades. And he was straight! Blaine should have died, not him."

Kurt's jaw drops as Burt punches the man in the side of the face. William falls hard, his hand flying to his jaw. Kurt pushes his father backwards, not wanting Burt to get hurt. William pulls himself off the ground, striding over to Burt with his fist raised. Finn jumps up from the couch, grabbing his arms and holding him back. Blaine hasn't moved; he's still sitting on the couch with his hand over his mouth in shock.

"Tell them, Blaine. Tell them all about how you killed your mother and brother." William shouts, struggling against Finn's hold.

"It wasn't my fault." Blaine says softly, looking up into his father's green eyes. "The ambulance was too late. I screamed for them to help Danny and mom first, but there were so many other people in the crash. It was so loud, and they couldn't hear me. I yelled as loud as I could, and nothing. They didn't hear me.

"I held Danny as he died, I watched the light leave his eyes. I watched as mom tried to hold on. I knew she was close, but she turned around from the front seat and looked me in the eyes and said 'I love you, Blaine. I believe in you.' And then she was gone. I didn't do it, dad. You have to believe me." Blaine's voice is shaking now, the tears coming down his cheeks in rapid succession. William stops struggling against Finn, but he doesn't show any acceptance.

"Dad, please." Blaine whimpers, standing from his seat. William's expression softens, and Finn loosens his grip on the man's shoulders. Blaine looks surprised, and he takes half a step back. William shakes his head, the anger completely gone from his eyes. Blaine sees, and moves forward, edging closer to his father.

He takes a step toward Blaine, holding an arm out. Blaine moves forward too, thinking it was a hug. But it's not. Kurt sees it coming before it happens, and a warning is ripped from his throat as it does.

William reels his arm back, and brings it forward to connect with Blaine's nose full-force. Blaine stumbles to the ground, blood gushing from his nostrils. Kurt drops down beside him, cradling his head in his lap. Burt snaps, letting his anger take over his actions. He socks William in the face again, and the man launches himself at Burt. Finn runs to the middle, trying to pull the two men apart.

"Your shit's in the garage. I'm pulling you out of Dalton first thing Monday morning. I'm also legally kicking you out, so you better not ever come around here again." William yells at his son, walking away from Burt and lumbering down the hall.

They take Blaine to the hospital. His nose is broken, and he needs to get it set again. The doctors do it right away, and also decide to do a check-up. The bruises and cuts are revealed, and the police are called.

"Who did this too you?" The woman the police had sent in questions gently, and Blaine tightens his grip on Kurt's hand. Blaine is sitting on the exam room table, with Kurt standing next to him. The woman the police sent sits across from them on the desk chair. Finn and Burt sit in chairs in the corner, while Carole waits outside.

"William Anderson, my father." He answers truthfully, and the woman nods, jotting it down onto her notepad.

"Has he ever hit you before?" Blaine's eyes water, and he nods his head. "Blaine, do you know why your father would do this to you?" Blaine shakes his head quickly, the tears pooling on his cheeks. The woman nods again, the pen writing furiously on the notebook.

"Okay, I think that'll be it for now." She says, standing from her chair and straightening her skirt. "We should be back for more questioning. Do you plan on pressing charges?"

"Yes." Burt says, at the same time Blaine says no. Burt turns to Blaine, who's shaking his head. "Kid, this is abuse. You can't let him get away with this."

"Burt, I just want to forget about him. Start over." Blaine tells the man, his eyes pleading. Burt lets it sink in before nodding solemnly.

"Where are you staying now?" The police officer asks, looking at Burt.

"He's staying at my place." The woman purses her lips, looking over at Kurt and Blaine's linked hands.

"Mr. Hummel, may I talk you outside for a moment?" Burt follows the woman out of the white hospital room, throwing a reassuring smile at Blaine and giving Kurt a pat on the shoulder. As soon as they get outside, Finn pipes up from his seat on the other side of the room.

"I'm so sorry I didn't stop him, Blaine. I saw it coming, but I didn't do anything." He looks down at his hands, ashamed.

"Finn, it wasn't your fault in any way. Don't you dare think it was." Blaine commands, and Finn shrugs.

"I know it wasn't my fault. But I still wanted to protect you." Blaine looks at him, completely surprised. Kurt seems surprised too, he didn't know Finn cared for Blaine as much as he did.

"Thanks anyway, Finn. You're really supportive." Finn puffs out his chest proudly.

"I know, dude. Puck says I'm a total badass." Kurt snorts, shaking his head at his stepbrother. They all start laughing, and relish in the light-hearted mood of the room until the door swings open and Burt enters, staring at the ground with his hands in his pockets.

"What's wrong, dad?" Kurt asks, and Burt looks up.

"I'm so sorry, kid." Burt begins, looking at Blaine, his voice breaking a bit. "The police won't let you stay at our house."

"What? Why?" Kurt explodes.

"He's a minor and William is still his legal guardian, which means he has to stay with either family or someone his father picks. We're neither one of those."

"Burt, that's bullshit." Finn reacts, standing from his seat.

"I know it is, but we can't do anything about it. Not legally. We'd have to adopt him." Burt takes his hands out of his pockets, raising them up in a half-hearted shrug.

"Then we'll adopt him." Finn answers and Burt shakes his head dejectedly.

"I already asked if we can," Blaine's mouth drops at this statement, "But she said that it wouldn't be legal since Kurt and Blaine are dating."

"Then where is he supposed to go?" Finn asks, folding his arms across his chest. Burt shrugs helplessly again, frowning at Blaine. Blaine doesn't really care; he had a feeling this day was coming. He expected that a day would come that he'd have to go back.

"Dad, we can't let him become a foster child! I can't lose him!" Kurt pleads, gripping Blaine's hand tighter. Blaine looks down, not wanting to look his boyfriend in the eyes.

"I know that, Kurt. But unless we get someone else to adopt him, my hands are tied."

"Then that's exactly what we'll do," Finn begins, and Kurt notices that he has his 'thinking' face on. "We'll get someone- one of Blaine or Kurt's friends- to adopt him! It's perfect!" He claps his hands together, rubbing them in an evil villain pose.

"Finn, we can't exactly ask someone's family to take in another kid. I couldn't do that." Blaine says, and Finn shakes his hand.

"Pish-posh, Blaine. We totally did it for you, someone else would do it too." Blaine shakes his head, but a plan starts to form in Kurt's mind.

"Blaine, didn't you say that Wes's brother just went off to college?" He asks, and Blaine nods quizzically.

"Wes's parents totally love you, and now they have an empty room. You could totally stay there!" Blaine shakes his head again.

"Kurt, I don't thi-"

"I don't care, I'm already dialing Wes's number."

A/N: Isn't William such a dick? Ugh, I don't even know how I manage to write someone as such a complete BASTARD! I guess I just enjoy torturing Blaine. *evil laugh*

Sorry I suck at conflict and fighting. Suck at it. And I don't know about the laws in Ohio, so I made these up. Just go with it, it's for the good of the story. Also, I'm sorry if Finn is kind of OOC, y'know being all brotherly and all, but I really like Furt brother-ness. It warms my tummy. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this and it didn't piss you off too much. I'll try to update as soon as possible, because I love you guys SO MUCH!

lessthanthree,

Max

P.S. HOLY FUCK! Did you know that this story has 50 favorites and 111 alerts? That's fucking insane! You people rock my effing socks off! LOVE YOU! *klisses and klugs*