Ch. 8: Santana

Blaine stepped through the door slowly, jumping slightly when Santana closed it behind her. He turned to look and her to see a question in her eyes.

"Santana, Can we talk later please? I just ... I can't ... Not yet."

"Yeah we can talk after you take a shower. You look like you could use some time to think. I just need you to answer me one question first. Who?"

Blaine looked up at her with a grim look, "my father." He spat.

Santana shook her head sadly and lead him upstairs guiding him to the shower.

"Take as long as you want Blaine. We will talk when you get out."

Blaine looked at Santana and nodded not trusting himself to speak just yet. He closed the bathroom door and collapsed against it closing his eyes gently. After a few moments he pushed himself of the door and walked over to the shower. He turned the water on and began to peel off his clothes to assess the damage his father had done. His stomach was one big bruise; his cheek and jaw were beginning to bruise. He pulled he hair away from the cut in his head wincing as it began bleeding again. He stepped into the shower and winced again as the water hit his head.

"Fuck, that stings." He whispered.

He grabbed the soap that was sitting on the ledge and started washing his hair gently careful to avoid the cut. He finished his shower and dried off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he leaned his head out the door to see Santana sitting on the floor with folding sweats and a T-shirt in her hands. She smiled lightly and handed him the clothes. Before whispering,

"Second door on the left."

She got up and walked to her room leaving Blaine to get dressed. To his surprise the clothes fit.

"I guess Santana and I are closer in size then I thought."

He walked out of the bathroom and walked down to Santana's room, he opened the door to see her sitting on her bed with peroxide and gauze pads.

"I saw the blood when you got here,' she said in answer to his unasked question, 'come here and sit down."

He did as he was told and sat in front of Santana between her legs. She started cleaning the cut on his head.

"What happened?"

She asked simply. Blaine closed his eyes as the first tear of the night slipped out.

I told my father that I am gay. He didn't like what I had to say. He has hit me before but never enough to leave marks. It has been like this since I was little. If he didn't like something I did or said then he would hit me, but he has never just kicked me out."

Santana sat there in silence. She finished cleaning the cut and then gestured to Blaine to come and sit on the bed. She put her arms out to him and he fell into her hug as she pulled him close rubbing his back.

"Let it out Birdy let it out." He just cried into her shirt as he continued to talk.

"If he only knew the hell he put me through when I was little. I would wait for him to get home every night. Only to get a gruff 'good evening' and a 'why aren't you in bed yet'. I still loved him though he is my father." Santana was humming quietly rocking him back and forth.

"I understand Birdy. Just let it out.' She whispered quietly, and then she saw Blaine's arm. The five white lines stood out bright against his tan skin. She looked down at him, 'Birdy why?"

He looked up at her, tears flowing silently down his face. I haven't in two years I stopped when I was 15 because I realized that it wasn't worth it.' He ran his fingers over the scars on his arm,' these were my first and my only on my arm. They were my first act of rebellion it has been five years since I did them and they are still there ... I think that tells you something. "

"Does Kurt know?" Santana whispered quietly.

"No, not yet I was going to tell him some day probably would have sooner or later but now I have to because I have nowhere to go. All I have is what little money I have saved up in my hidden account, my car and what few clothes I could grab."

Santana placed a gentle kiss to Blaine's curly hair.

"Birdy get some rest. It is 430. I have to be up in a couple hours for school. Are you going tomorrow?"

"I can't not with this bruise." He gestured to his jaw.

"Alright then, but u can't stay here all day without me here I'm sorry Birdy."

Blaine nodded sadly, " I figured that, I will text Kurt in the morning and go to his place but I have a feeling I won't be allowed to stay there permanently either."

Santana looked at Blaine with sadness in her eyes. "Don't worry Birdy. I'm sure someone will have a place you can stay. Go to sleep you only have a couple hours."

Blaine nodded and curled up into the bed and went to sleep almost immediately. Santana however did not, she watched Blaine for about ten minutes then got up to get her phone, and sent a text to Kurt.

Hey Blaine just showed up at my house it looks pretty bad he is going to text in a couple hours I think but just I am going to ask you to play hookie tomorrow he is going to need it. Night. –S

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