Blaine's head whipped up at the sound of Kurt's gasp. He moaned in pain at the sudden movement. He sunk back down to the floor.
"Blaine! What happened to you?" He shut the door behind him, leaving only the two of them in the room that had once illuminated so much happiness and comfort. From what Kurt could see he had a black eye, his lower lip was split and his left wrist was swollen and bloody. His white v-neck was dried with blood as well were his cream colored pants.
"K-kurt..." it was barely above a whisper. His eyes searched Kurt's desperately, as if he would find an answer in them.
"It's okay, I'm here, I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" Tears welled up in Kurt's eyes, causing a storm to erupt in the circular ocean, violent waves crashing against the darker blue rim of his eyes.
There was a of blood under Blaine's stomach. His collar bone was a dark purple and green while his fingernails had dried blood encrusted on them. Kurt reached over and tried to cup Blaine's face in his own shaky hands. Blaine recoiled from the touch immediately, sending a sudden rush of guilt through his aching body.
"Blaine..." He tried to sound soft and comforting, but his voice only sounded more shaken than the boy lying in front of him. "What happened?"
"I... I can't..." His voice was hoarse.
"You can't what?" He looked into Blaine's eyes; all of the confidence and understanding were drained from them. It was as if the forestry that used to be those hazel eyes had been burnt down. Replaced with fear and pain.
"I can't... tell you." Blaine's triangular eyebrows knitted together in frustration and agony. He choked out a sob and pulled himself into the taller boys arms.
"Blaine, I'm here, no one's going to hurt you, its okay..." Kurt gently stroked the back of Blaine's un-gelled hair, instead matted down with blood. He winced when his fingers trailed over an open wound at the base of Blaine's neck.
"Kurt... Kurt I'm so sorry. He found out about us and... And" another sob trapping his words.
Kissing the top of Blaine's head, "Who found out?" He knew that Blaine's father had never truly come to terms with the fact that his son was gay.
"M-my Dad." Blaine managed to say before another wave of hysteria shook his body.
Rage flushed his face as he continued to stroke his boyfriend's hair. "What happened?" He didn't mean for his words to sound like venom, but they had already started to seep into Blaine's skin.
Blaine tilted his up at the sudden tone behind Kurt's words. Kurt cupped the shorter boy's face in his hands. Blaine leaned into their warmth. He had missed his touch with every fiber of his being, and wanted nothing more than to kiss the soft lips that he had longed for over the past week. As Kurt wiped away the steady flow of tears with the pads of his thumbs there was a loud clap of thunder. Kurt was deathly afraid of lighting and thunder, but the hazel eyed boy needed his strength now more than ever, so he held back the small squeal that threatened to force its way up his throat. Blaine took a deep breath, wincing at the intense pain that radiated from his rib cage.
"Last week... when you and I were on Skype together, my Dad... he was standing outside my door listening to our conversation." Both of the boy's cheeks flushed furiously. Blaine looked at the ground; he started to pick at a split in the wood as he continued. " I guess he was coming to tell me that dinner was ready. But after we hung up my Dad burst into my room. He told me that I..." tears spilled down his cheeks, Kurt brushed them away and silently urged him to continue. "That I wasn't allowed to speak to you anymore. He said that I'm not allowed to associate with 'fags'". Kurt winced at the harshness of the word. "That's why I've been so... distant lately... Kurt I'm so sorry..." He pushed the heels of his hands against his eyes, begging the tears to stop flowing.
"Blaine... Blaine its okay... It's okay sweetheart." He pulled Blaine into him and rocked him back and forth. After what seemed like a lifetime, Blaine leaned away from the embrace and took a shaky breath.
"Today, when my Dad came home, he was in a great mood. He said that he had won some case or something. So after we all ate dinner I went up to take a shower. I guess I left my phone on the kitchen table. While I was in the shower he read my messages... our messages." Kurt's heart stopped beating for a fraction of a second.
"Oh..." he whispered, he could feel the heat in his cheeks rise to the top of his head.
"I was in my room playing my guitar when he came in..." The memory flooded through his mind like a tsunami as he recalled the incident that happened earlier that day.