When Blaine opened his eyes again he was in an ambulance with Coach Sue. His stomach was throbbing and he felt nauseous. "What happened?" Blaine said weakly as he tried to sit up.

"You fainted. Just relax. You're going to the hospital." The paramedic said. No, he couldn't go to the hospital. The hospital meant doctors asking questions and his father would be contacted and he would deny everything. He began to panic.

"No, no. I can't go to the hospital. They won't believe me." He said in a panicked voice. Sue snapped into action as the paramedics remained confused.

"Blaine, calm down. It's okay. I believe you." She said. "You just need to calm down. I will fight for you. He won't be able to hurt you anymore, just breathe." Blaine began to calm down but the nausea in his stomach increased.

"I don't feel good." He mumbled. The paramedics placed a basin in front of him just in time before he vomited, but it wasn't like regular vomit. It was dark thick blood that came out of his mouth.

"What just happened?" Sue asked as Blaine continued to vomit blood.

"It's likely that he's bleeding internally." One of the paramedics replied as she grabbed another basin for Blaine. Luckily within a few minutes they got to the hospital and there was a herd of doctors waiting. They rushed Blaine away in a matter of seconds. He threw up blood twice again and the diagnosis was clear. Blaine was bleeding internally in his abdomen and he needed surgery. Still writhing in pain, they wheeled him upstairs and into the operating room. Down in the waiting room Sue was sitting in a chair contemplating what to do. She had to call someone, but who? His father was the one who did this to him and how was she sure his mother wasn't doing it too? This has obviously been going on for a long time. What mother wouldn't protect her child and get him the hell away from a man like that? She decided that she would call his mother, but she was also calling Sam, Tina, and Porcelain too. He would want to know. Blaine's mother picked up the first time and seemed genuinely upset. She said that she would arrive at the hospital as soon as she could. Both Sam and Tina said that they were coming as well. It was time to call porcelain now. The phone began to ring and then she heard a hello.

"Porcelain, its Coach Sue." She said hesitantly.

"Umm…Hi Sue. Not that I'm not happy to talk to you, but how did you get my number and why are you calling me?" he asked.

"Kurt… something has happened." She said softly. Kurt could tell from her voice that this wasn't good. He thought about his dad, and Finn.

"Blaine… he's in the hospital." She said. Kurt's heart practically stopped.

"What happened?" Kurt stammered out.

"He had some bruising on his abdomen and they figured out he was bleeding internally. He's in surgery now." She replied.

"Is he going to be okay? How did he get hurt?" Kurt said very quickly. Sue sighed.

"He told me that… his dad hit him." Sue said. The words echoed into Kurt's ear and he couldn't believe it.

"No, he told me he stopped doing that. He said that they were on better terms. It was only one time." Kurt stammered as tears prickled in the corners of his eyes.

"You knew? So, this isn't the first time it's happened." She said.

"No… he had a bruise on his face once. He tried to cover it with make-up, but I could tell." Kurt said.

"I think you should get here Kurt. Blaine will need you. I know you're not together, but he needs you." Sue said.

"I'll be there as soon as I can." Kurt replied and hung up the phone. Sue couldn't believe this. It had happened before. Exactly how long had this been going on? Weeks? Months? Years? How much had this kid been hiding and dealing with? A doctor came out and walked over to Sue.

"We were able to stop the bleeding. There was a tear in his spleen and in his liver, but we repaired them. There was also a large open cut on his head. It looks like something was smashed over his head. We also took x-rays and there are multiple fractures that never completely all over his body. It is possible that he was abused?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, it was his father. I'm not sure if his mother was part of it though and I don't know how long it's been going on." Sue replied.

"Okay, the proper action is to call the police, so I'll go and do that. You should stay because the police will likely want to question you." The doctor replied. Sue nodded and then the doctor left. She sat back in her chair until she noticed a frantic woman come in the ER. She went up to the desk and asked for "Blaine Anderson". Sue got up from her chair and went over.

"Mrs. Anderson, I'm Coach Sylvester. I was the one who came here with Blaine." Sue said.

"Oh, how is he? Is he okay?" she stammered out.

"They were able to repair the internal bleeding. They are taking him to recovery." Sue replied.

"Good… wait, are you his gym teacher or something?" she asked.

"No, I'm the cheerleading coach." Sue replied.

"You, your why he's in here. It was your freaking cheerleading program that did this." His mother growled.

"No, Blaine told me that it was your husband who did this. This didn't happen on my watch." Sue retorted.

"Why do you think he was angry? He can't even accept the fact that Blaine is gay and then you blackmail him onto your dumb cheerleading squad. He didn't even want to do it. You made him." She said.

"I'm sorry. I never meant for that to happen, but I really don't feel like I'm the one to blame here." Sue retorted back.

"Whatever, I need to see my son." She said before walking swiftly past Sue. She walked down the hallway and into Blaine's recovery room. He was lying in the bed still asleep. There was a tube in his nose to help him breathe. There was also a bandage over his head where they sutured the cut on his head shut. He looked so small and frail laying in that bed. "Oh Blainey." She whimpered as she rushed to his side. She stroked his hair as tears ran down her face. Gradually his eyes began to flicker open and he stirred. "Blaine honey, its mommy." She said.

"Mommy…it hurts." He said quietly. "What happened?"

"I know baby." She said. "It' okay. You had surgery, but you're okay." Sam and Tina peeked around the corner because they had just arrived.

"Is it okay if we come in?" they asked. Blaine nodded. Tina was crying…like usual.

"Why didn't you tell us man?" Sam said as he laid his hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"I couldn't. He'd kill me and if I ever left I couldn't leave my mom. He'd kill her." Blaine said.

"You still should have come to us. We could have helped both of you." Tina replied.

"I'm sorry. I was just so scared." Blaine said. It was then that Kurt showed his face at the door.

"Kurt, what are you doing here?" Blaine said.

"What do you think I'm doing here?" Kurt said with a slight smile.

"Can we be alone for a moment?" Blaine asked. Sam, Tina and his mom left the room and Kurt sat down on the chair next to his bed. They were silent for a moment and then Kurt began to talk.

"How long did it take for him to start hitting you again after you told me he stopped?" he asked. Blaine looked down and swallowed.

"He never stopped." He said quietly. Tears prickled in Kurt's eyes.

"But, you told me that he'd stopped." Kurt said.

"My Dad is an alcoholic with a huge temper. He's never going to stop." Blaine said. "I didn't want to worry you.

"But, I could have helped you. You could have stayed with me." Kurt pleaded.

"I couldn't leave my mom. Do you know what he would have done to her? What he has done to her?" Blaine said. "She's had it worse than I have ever had."

"Blaine, what exactly has he done to you? To your mom?" Kurt said as he grabbed Blaine's hand.

"You really want to know." Blaine said. "You have to be ready." Kurt nodded. "He hit me once when was little. I think about six or seven. He hit me in the face. I had a huge bruise, but my mom didn't see so she didn't know it was him. He told me to not tell her or… he'd do it again. So, I stayed quiet. When I was in middle school and came out, it got really bad. My dad's work got stressful and he drank more, which furthered the temper flares and the abuse. My mom works night shift, so she'd be gone and he beat me while she was gone. I never told her because I was scared. Then when my mom got a day job and was home at night he started beating her…raping her. The things I heard at night were unbearable. She started sleeping in the guest room with the door locked. He's been doing okay for a while, but we were careful. We tiptoed around him, but my cheerleading uniform set him off. He started with the names and the verbal attacks and she tried to stop him. He slapped her really hard across the face, so I jumped in between them. He smashed his scotch glass over my head and when I fell to the ground he kicked me in the abdomen really hard… three times and I guess that left me with internal bleeding." Blaine said.

"Oh, my God!" Kurt cried. "Why did you never tell me? Tell anyone?"

"I just couldn't…" Blaine said.

"He won't ever hurt you again. I'm making sure of it." Kurt said.

"Kurt…you can't" Blaine began.

"Shut up…no I promise he won't hurt you." Kurt said. Then they heard yelling in the hallway.

"NO! You're not seeing him!" Blaine's mother screamed at his father.

"Shut up! I will see him if I want to!" His father screamed. Blaine sat terrified in his bed, shaking with fear. Kurt had made a promised and intended to keep it. His father began marching into the room about to get to Blaine. Kurt stood up at the door. He pulled his hand into a fist and stood up at the door.

"So, you're that fag boyfriend he was always talking about! Move!" he yelled.

"You will not hurt him. EVER! AGAIN!" Kurt said as he slammed his fist into Blaine's father's face. He stumbled backwards and that was just enough time for the security guards to detain him. Kurt was left standing in the doorway breathing hard and everyone else looked to him in shock.

TO BE CONTINUED…