A/N: This chapter is going to be a turning point in this story for Blaine. I've been really anxious to write this chapter since I decided I was going to be cruel and do what I've done to Blaine. But don't fret dear readers, it'll get better at some point.

I groggily opened my eyes to see the world around me. I glanced at my watch that read 6:30… I had slept for just under 12 hours. I don't know how I could sleep that long and STILL be tired. I nuzzled myself closer to my Kurt, planting soft kisses on the top of his head. I felt him stir next to me, and a few minutes later he rolled over to face me, opening his eyes. They would close and then flutter open and then close again, until Kurt managed to keep his eyes open for good.

"Good morning, Beautiful." I whispered to him. I moved my head in and planted a long, beautiful kiss on his lips. He released

"Good morning" He said, before I dipped back in to kiss him.

We would kiss, and pull apart, and smile and kiss and pull apart again. I rested my forehead on Kurt's, shutting my eyes, wishing this moment would never have to end. I felt lazy lips press on mine once more, and the two of us laid there, caught up in each other. For the first time since I found Kurt, broken and shattered, we were happy.

Kurt's lips reluctantly broke from mine as he rested our foreheads together.

"I love you so much, Blaine." He whispered

"I love you too. I never want this moment to end, Kurt." I whispered back

"Me neither." He said, slowly moving his lips back on to mine. He lazily and slowly moved them simultaneously with mine, only breaking away every once in a while for more air. We'd then move back in, complete content with never moving for the rest of our lives. He pulled away from my lips, and whispered on to them

"You take my breath away. Every kiss feels like the first one with you."

"I love you." I whispered, kissing Kurt yet again.

He released and flipped his face away from mine. He moved his body closer, however, so his back was touching my abdomen. I let my face rest on his shoulder, kissing it softly and sweetly until I knew he was asleep yet again. I heard my phone buzz. I opened it; One new message.

Blaine, where the hell are you? You better get home now, or your father is going to have a fit. – Mom

I felt my stomach churn. My parents came home from their business trip this morning and I was home. I was dead. I climbed out of bed as quickly as I could without disturbing Kurt, and grabbed a notepad and pencil.

Sorry I had to leave beautiful, there was an emergency. I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you. Xoxo Blaine

I threw the note on Kurt's nightstand and I swiftly walked out of the room. Burt was sitting at the dining room table, and I was noticed

"Kid, where are you going?" He asked, worried

"Sir, my parents need me. It's an emergency. I promise, I'll be back soon." I said to him

He smiled sympathetically and waved for me to leave. I grabbed my car keys from my jacket that was still on the coat hook from 3 days prior and ran out the door. I jumped in my car, speeding to drive back home. It was 10 minutes before I was in the driveway of my house. I hopped out, and walked up to the doorway trembling with fear. I went to turn the knob when someone had beaten me to it. And that someone was my father. He grabbed me by the shirt collar and dragged me inside.

He shut the door behind me and pinned me to a wall. I turned my face so I didn't see him, but I knew what he looked like. He was enraged, angry.

"Where the HELL were YOU last night?" He asked, angered. I just swallowed and breathed heavy

"BLAINE. ANDERSON. YOU ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW. WHERE. THE HELL. WHERE YOU LAST NIGHT. AND DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO LIE TO ME." He now yelled, clenching his fists harder around my shirt

"I was with Kurt." I said very quietly

"WHERE?"

"I WAS WITH KURT!" I yelled

He screamed, throwing me to the ground. I hit my head off of a table nearby.

"YOU WERE WITH THAT FAG AGAIN? SO YOU'VE BEEN WITH HIM ALL WHILE WE WERE GONE, FUCKING HIS PRETTY BOY ASS? OR WAS HE FUCKING YOURS BLAINE? WHICH WAS IT?" he screamed. I was trying to hold back tears. I stood up facing my father

"I WASN'T FUCKING WITH KURT, I WAS BEING THERE FOR HIM BECAUSE HE TRIED TO KILL HIMSELF BECAUSE PEOPLE LIKE YOU MAKE HIM FEEL LIKE HE'S NOTHING! AND HE'S EVERYTHING!" I screamed back at him

"WELL, I HOPE HE TRIES AGAIN, FAGS LIKE YOU AND HIM SHOULDN'T BE ALLOWED TO BREATH! YOU'RE A WASTE!" He yelled, throwing a punch at me that knocked me down to the ground.

"MICHAEL STOP IT!" I heard my mother yell. But he just got down on the ground, face to face with me.

"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A WORTHLESS COCKSUCKER BLAINE, YOU ARE A WASTE OF A SON. AND THAT FAG THAT YOU'RE WITH IS JUST AS BAD." He screamed, punching my ribs. He picked me back up by the collar of my shirt, bringing me face to face with him.

"MICHAEL, STOP IT, PLEASE!"

"YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO YOUR MOTHER, TO ME, AND TO THIS FAMILY. YOU WILL EITHER LEAVE THE LADY FAG AND FIND A PRETTY GIRL TO DATE, OR YOU WILL GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE, BECAUSE I WILL NOT HAVE A COCKSUCKER FOR A SON." My father yelled, smacking me across the face

"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A CLOSED MINDED WASTE OF HUMAN SPACE, FATHER. I WILL NOT LEAVE KURT. I WILL NEVER LEAVE KURT, CAUSE GUESS WHAT DAD? I LOVE HIM. I LOVE HIM. AND HE LOVES ME BACK. HE LOVES ME, SOMETHING YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO DO. HE LOVES ME FOR WHO I AM. AND I ALMOST LOST HIM BECAUSE THERE ARE PEOPLE LIKE YOU IN THE WORLD WHO MAKE HIM FEEL WORTHLESS! WELL GUESS WHAT DAD, HE IS MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU'LL EVER BE, BECAUSE HE LOVES AND ACCEPTS EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING, NO MATTER WHAT OR WHO THEY ARE, AND ONLY REAL MEN CAN DO THAT. SO FUCK YOU, DAD, I'D RATHER BE WITH PEOPLE WHO LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM, THAN CHANGE MYSELF FOR SOMEONE ELSE. SO FUCK. YOU." I screamed. I had never been angrier than I was then. My father glared at me, before sending one more blow to my face.

"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE, BLAINE. YOU ARE NO LONGER MY SON." He screamed, shoving me into the wall before walking out on me. I turned my head to see my mother, standing there in her silent tears. I ran up to my room, grabbed my guitar case, and walked back down stairs. I turned to my mother

"This is no longer my home. I'm sorry, mom, but I'm not longer your son." I said

"Oh, Blaine!" She sobbed, before I spun around and walked out of the house. It was pouring outside now, but I could care less. I ran to my car, sticking my guitar case in the backseat before crawling into the car. I turned on the ignition, and backed out of a driveway that was no longer mine. I drove to the only place I ever knew to be accepting.

My guitar case in hand, I knocked on the front door of the Hummel residence. The door opened, Burt smiling

"Hello Bla…"his words faded. His smile faded.

"Blaine, what the hell happened?" he asked, clearly concerned. I was covered in blood, cuts, and bruises.

I let go of the tears that I had been holding for so long.

"Oh Blaine." He said sympathetically. I dropped my guitar case, and Burt pulled me in his arms, squeezing me tight as if he would never let go.