A/N: Just as a warning, it's very sad and angsty again, but all for the better. The end of the chapter is sort of a "To Be Continued..."
D/N: The characters of Glee within this story are not owned by me.
Blaine stopped his car on the side of the road with a sudden halt. A little skid of his wheels startled him at first, but then he rested his face in his hands. He let out a deep breath and sat still for a couple of long moments.
He was still crying from Kurt's confrontation. He couldn't believe Kurt would do such a thing. 'But why?' he wanted to know the most, 'What was the reasoning behind all of this?'
After a few deep breaths, Blaine realized he only drove thirty minutes out of his two hour drive home. Yes, his parents would be angry or worried that he wasn't home at the time he was supossed to be, but that was the price he was willing to pay to turn around and undo his wrong.
'How could I just leave Kurt like that?' he thought, 'What have I done?' He ran his hand through his hair as all of his thoughts hit him as once. So many thoughts, but he needed to take action and quickly. He settled on turning around and heading right back to McKinley. He needed to find Kurt and make sure he was okay.
Blaine turned to see if a car was coming and waited till it passed by. As soon as there was a space in the road, he made a three point turn and drove back to where he left Kurt, hoping he was still at the football game.
When Blaine arrived back at the McKinley sport parking lot, he noticed people leaving towards the school campus instead of their cars. He immediately got out and walked towards the crowd, scanning the cars for the Hummel truck.
Just as he glanced in front of him, he saw some Glee Club members walking towards the school. He picked up his pace and caught up to them, tapping on Mercedes' shoulder. She turned around and smiled, "Hey Blaine! How's it going? Oh, look! You're all wet too!"
They was a small collection of "Hey, Blaine!" from other members.
"Hey," he waved, "I'm looking for Kurt. Can you tell me where he is?"
"Oh," Mercedes said, "He went home after our performance. He looked sad, but kept signing that he was tired. He said that he wanted to be left alone. Do you know what happened?"
"I... Uh..." Blaine scratched his head and kicked some rocks on the sidewalk, "I... I just need to see him as soon as I can. It's important."
"Dude," Sam called out, "Why don't you stay for the after party?"
"I... I can't," Blaine said softly, "I'm sorry."
This time, Mercedes put her hand on Blaine's shoulder, "We understand. Go make sure Kurt's okay. Okay?"
Blaine smiled. It was as if she knew and understood, "Thanks."
He said his goodbyes to the members and went on his way back to the Hummel household. Hopefully, Kurt would have not done anything more to his skin than what he's already done. He picked up his cell phone before driving and texted to Kurt, "I'm coming over to see you. Please don't do anything to yourself."
After the third time the door bell rang, Burt finally gave up on ignoring the rings and put down the dishes he was currently in the process of washing. He heard his son upstairs finishing up his shower and being in the process of going to bed. For some reason, Kurt wanted to go home immediately after the performance without question. He asked Kurt if everything was alright, but to his dismay, his son only nodded solemnly and walked towards the truck.
Upon opening the door, he came across a soaked and trembling Blaine. Burt sighed and let the wet boy in, no questions asked, "I'm guessing you want to see Kurt?"
"Yes, sir," Blaine stuttered, "Please."
Burt chuckled, "No need to call me sir. Call me Burt."
"Of course, sir," Blaine nodded.
"Well," Burt got a towel from the closet nearby and threw it over to Blaine, "Kurt's finishing a shower, so it'll be a couple of minutes. Dry yourself off before you walk on my wood floors, eh?"
"Of course, sir," Blaine said as he did what he was told. Burt smiled at Blaine's unability to call him by his actual name.
After a couple of minutes, Blaine heard Kurt open their bathroom door upstairs and tread to his bedroom. Blaine leaned over to see if Burt heard, but he just simply kept on washing the dishes. He then decided to make his move. He went upstairs and B-Lined towards Kurt's room, softly opening the door.
There Kurt was, hunched over himself, facing the open window, away from the door. Kurt didn't bother to turn on the light and just sat in darkness.
Blaine went to Kurt's desk and turned on the lamp, a dim glow washing over the room. Kurt jumped at the sudden light, turned, and saw Blaine standing at his desk. There was a staring contest when Blaine stared walking over to Kurt.
Kurt was pulling down his sleeves as Blaine was approaching, hoping his love didn't see the scars that were made all through the day. Blaine quickened his pace and reached over to grab Kurts arms.
Kurt made a dash for the door by climbing over his bed, but Blaine caught onto his legs, "No you don't!" he hissed through his teeth. Blaine climbed onto Kurt fully before he could get to the door. Blaine was trying desperately to hold onto his arms. To see for himself.
As Blaine kept tugging him, Kurt thought that he should yell for his dad. Of course, it would be the weirdest yell that Blaine would probably ever hear, for he never heard a deaf person yell as far as he knew. But then, his dad would come up here and see the commotion. He had to find a way to get away from Blaine as quietly as possible. However, no ideas were coming to his head. He grabbed onto the edge of the bed and gathered strength to pull himself away from Blaine's grip.
Kurt fell onto the floor hard and clambered towards the door, but his arms were aching of his cuts. He saw the blood coming through his shirt. He needed to hide the red spots before his dad came up. He knew his father was due to be at his door any second. But a force from behind picked him up from the floor and held him still.
Kurt couldn't look at Blaine. His father would be up soon, judging by Blaine's looks to the door. He looked at the door himself and tears formed. He wanted this to end. He didn't want his father to know what type of failure he had been. He didn't even want this in the first place. Then suddenly, as he saw the door knob turn, his tears fell easily down his face. He looked down at the floor, avoiding everyone's gaze. The moment of truth had came.
Burt was just mindlessly finishing up the last of the dishes. He looked at the clock on the oven, 10:12. Finn missed his school-day curfew and he would make sure he would get his reinforcement of chores set in the morning before school.
As he continued his last dishes, he heard creaking from upstairs. Burt glanced at the ceiling thinking that Blaine and Kurt was just simply hopping in bed and doing what boys do. Talking about random stuff... Well, what did Kurt and Blaine do together alone? He hoped not that.
Burt decided that after he finished his last dish, he was going to go up to Kurt's room to check on him. But that moment came early when he heard a loud thunk! come crashing onto the ceiling above, "What the hell is going on up there?" he said to himself as he stopped the water and descended the stairs. His steps became faster as he heard grunts and yelps of pain, "They better not be doing what I think they're doing!"
As he came up to Kurt's door, he heard heavy breathing and whimpering. He could bust in on them quickly but Burt didn't want that image of his son with boyfriend in his bed doing... No. He turned the doorknob slowly and pushed the door open. The noise fell silent as he came across Blaine and Kurt just standing in front of the door.
Blaine was holding onto Kurt's arms all while Kurt was looking down on the floor. Blaine's arms fell to his sides as he just stared on to Kurt, tears welling up in his eyes. Kurt's arms fell to his sides as well and he turn said arms inward towards his torso.
His son began freely crying, still looking down at the floor. Burt grew furious, thinking Blaine had something to do with this. He was turning towards Blaine to teach him a good lesson when he noticed marks on Kurts arm. His son had just started wiping away his tears with his right arm, where Burt saw the inside of his forearm. Some of those marks bleeding profusely.
Burt felt a weight fall in his chest when Kurt looked up towards him, with swollen, watery eyes; some blood from the cuts on his face from wiping his tears. He looked Kurt in the eyes when he heard him just say one word to the best of his ability, "Dad..."