Hey everybody! Sorry I haven`t updated in a while. I`ve been kind of caught up in other things for quite some time now. A lot of stressful things going in. I was in a minor accident, and stress at home and , well yeah. Just alot of annoying stuff going on. Blah. But it`s okay, cause I`m here now (: Okay, so i`m going to shut up about my life cause nobody probably cares lol xD okay! here we go guys (:

Recap: Kurt is in the hospital, Blaine almost got arrested because Karofsky tried to frame him for raping Kurt, but the police discover Karofsky is the prime suspect, not Blaine. You also find out Blaine`s dad induces fear in him. Is there something hidden behind that shining smile he always wears?

Blaine walked up to the reception desk, and opened his mouth to speak, but she smiled, cutting him off.

`He`s awake already. Go on in.`

Blaine smiled appreciatively and walked towards his boyfriend`s hospital room. He opened the door and saw Kurt sitting on the edge of the bed, legs dangling off, doodling on a piece of paper, humming happily to himself. Blaine smiled softly, a soft blush on his cheeks. Kurt had been in here for a couple days and he`d been getting much better. He sneezed, causing Kurt to look up who grinned upon seeing him. Blaine smiled sheepishly, walking over.

`Morning, Blaine.`

`I love you.`

Kurt`s mouth opened slightly, but he smiled softly. `I love you too. You`re here early. What`s up?`

Blaine`s smile faltered but he caught it quickly, hoping Kurt wouldn`t notice.

`I just really wanted to see you.`

Kurt stared at him sadly. `I believe that, but don`t lie to me Blaine.`

Blaine opened his mouth to protest, but he knew he couldn`t. Kurt notice his slip-up. He sighed, sitting next to his boyfriend, running a hand through his hair. He looked down to the ground.

`I just had a little fight with my dad this morning.`

Kurt looked at him worriedly; he didn`t talk about his dad much. He wanted to know, but the last thing he wanted to was push Blaine. He knew Blaine trusted him, but he also knew how hard it was to speak out those moments you wanted to forget so badly.

`About..`

Blaine smiled weakly.

`You.`

Kurt froze, staring at him blankly. Blaine hesitated, but continued. He knew Kurt wanted to know.

`Well, as i was getting up to come see you...`

`Blaine Anderson, where are you going?`

Blaine stopped at the door, not turning to look at his father, his body tensing.

`My.. friend is in the hospital...`

Blaine`s dad glared at him.

`Your what?`

Blaine bit his lip, turning slowly to him. He saw the hatred and malice in his father`s eyes. His mother walked up behind his father, looking at Blaine and then back at her husband.

`Thomas..? What`s going on?`

Blaine looked at the hard look on his father`s face and back to his worried mother`s.

`Mom, it`s fine.`

Thomas threw the newspaper he was holding to the ground, causing it to explode into a flying flurry of papers.

`God damnit, Blaine! It is damn well not fine!`He walked up to him, and Blaine`s eyes widened, and he shook as his father continued, `My son is not going to go see some fag.`

Blaine`s face burned red. That did it. He pushed his father away from him, anger seeping through him.

`Do NOT call him that! He is so much more than that! He`s perfect, you`re just too blind to care about anything but yourself!`

Blaine screamed as the back of his fathers hand came in contact with his cheek. He was pushed against the wall hard, and the door handle hit his back harshly, knocking the wind out of him. His father pulled him up by the collar of his shirt and tears lit Blaine`s eyes as his mother screamed at his father. His father just stared in Blaine`s eyes, full of hate and disappointment.

`No son of mine is going to act like that.` He put him down and Blaine rubbed his throat softly, breathing shakily. His father rolled up his sleeves, breathing out his nose.

`So, I hope you learned your lesson Blaine.`

Blaine glared up at his father. He wanted to punch him. He wanted to destroy him. He hated him. He looked over his fathers shoulder and towards his mother, who looked at him with sadness and concern. He loved his mom. He had to protect her. He grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

`And that`s what happened...` Blaine ended the story, staring down at the tile floor. He didn`t want to look at Kurt. He was scared to. He felt a hand on his thigh, and he forced himself to look up and his heart shattered into pieces as he saw tears streaming down Kurt`s face. Kurt put a hand on Blaine`s cheek, and kissed him gently. Blaine`s eyes drifted closed and he responded, tears forming in his own eyes as well. He always prayed when he was young. That God would send him an angel, someone that could love him since his father didn`t.

God gave him Kurt.

Kurt pulled back, burying his face in Blaine`s neck.

`I don`t want you to go back there, Blaine.`

Blaine sighed heavily.

`I have to...`

Kurt looked up.

`Blaine... Do your parents know that you`re dating me?`

Blaine said nothing, and Kurt drew his arms away from him. Kurt just stared at him. He knew Blaine loved him, and he knew the situation with Blaine`s father would turn for the worse if he admitted it. But part of him was hurt. He broke away from his thoughts as he felt a tear fall on his hand. He looked up and saw Blaine`s face in his hands. His mouth fell open a little. He had never seen Blaine cry.

`Blaine, I...`

`I`m so sorry Kurt... I`m so sorry... I love you so much... I`m so proud to be with you, I am, I love you with everything that I am, but if I told them, I wouldn`t have a home anymore, and I have nowhere else to go... No other family...`

Kurt put a hand on his thigh, rubbing it soothingly and pulled his hands from his face, kissing away his tears.

`My house always welcomes you. Carole and Dad love you, and Finn is tolerant. If anything happens,`Kurt kissed him quickly,`You do have somewhere to go.`

Blaine smiled weakly.

`I love you so much...`

The nurse walked in smiling.

`Kurt, I checked your charts, and the doctors think you`ll be fine to go home, just get lots of rest, keep taking your medication and drink lots of water.`

Kurt smiled, turning to Blaine, who just smiled back at him.

`Thank you, Nancy.`

Blaine drove up his driveway, smiling softly. He loved being with Kurt. It made everything better. Always. He walked into the door of his house, humming softly to himself, closing it behind him. He took off his jacket and hung his keys up and kicked off his shoes, walking towards the kitchen. He turned the corner and saw his mother crying softly, and his father staring at the ground.

Blaine said nothing, just watched as his father`s head turned slowly. His father walked over to Blaine, pulling something out of his pocket. Blaine stared at it, his eyes widening. It was a picture taken of him and Kurt when he had first kissed him. Who had taken that picture? How did his dad get it? What was his dad going to say to him?

This was all answered when the picture was shoved into his gaping mouth. He coughed and spat it out, choking for a minute. His father slapped Blaine hard across the face, causing him to hit the table. Blaine grunted when he hit the table, trying to move away from his father. His dad grabbed him by the arm, throwing him down to the ground, kicking him in the ribs, ignoring his wife`s pleads to stop.

`What the HELL, Blaine? I thought we raised you right, to be normal! What the fuck is wrong with you, are you TRYING to disgrace our family? I always put up with your stupidity when you were younger, telling me that you wanted to marry your best friend Harry, but you were young, naive, you didn't know what was right and wrong. This is disgusting, my own son, kisisng a MAN?'

He pulled on his son's hair, throwing his head back into the ground. Blaine screamed in pain and his mothers cries became dizzy moans as the room spun. He felt himself rolling across the floor, and his face hit the floor and he could feel his teeth sink into his lip. A salty, metal taste filled his mouth and he knew he was bleeding. His fathers screams became angry roars in his head, and he just felt himself get beaten harder, and harder.

His father grabbed him by the arms, throwing him back at the table, and Blaine slammed into it, then rolled off, hitting the floor. Blood poured from his mouth and nose and there were bruises all over his body.

'If you want to be a stupid FAG, go do it somewhere else! You are not my son!'

'THOMAS, STOP IT!'

'I will not have a fag in my house Mary!'

'He's our son, he-' She was silenced as she was slapped, and this made Blaine jump to his face, despite the pain. He punched his father square in the face.

'DO NOT TOUCH MY MOTHER LIKE THAT!'

His father growled, picking up the rolling pin next to him, hitting Blaine in the side with it. Blaine screamed in pain, grabbing his side. His father dropped the pin, punching his son in the face, causing him to slam back against the wall. Blaine shook, bleeding and crying. Blood stained the floor and walls. His father stared, straightening his bloodstained shirt.

'You have five minutes to be out of this house. Go.'

Blaine watched his father leave, then crawled over to his mother, lifting her softly,hugging her.

'Mom, i'm so sorry... I'm so sorry...'

She pushed him away, her black eye forming. She shook her head sadly, walking away. Blaine's eyes widned. No, not his mom. No.

'Mom...' She kept walking, he bit his lip, tears falling.

'MOM!'

She hesitated, then ran away and he fell to his knees, shaking. He bit his tongue, and ran upstairs, grabbing a suitcase. He filled it with clothes, his uniform, and his wallet. He grabbed various items of importance to him and looked at the room he grew up in. He shook his head, going back down the stairs. He pulled on his shoes and coat, grabbing his keys and opening the door, staring out at the rain.

He slammed it behind him, tears filling his eyes as he threw the suitcase in his car. He started up the engine, pulling back from the driveway. He was soaking wet already as he sniffled, shaking. He felt like he was driving aimlessly, but he knew where to go. The only place that truly accepted him.

Kurt sat on his bed, singing loudly as he was the only one in the house, gently rubbing his feet with a pumice stone. He loved taking care of his feet. He had this thing, he hated feet that were unclean, calloused, with dirty nails and such. He gave himself pedicures on a regular basis, keeping up his foot hygiene. He heard the doorbell ring and he looked out the window, freezing. He jumped off his bed, running down the stairs, throwing the door open. He stared at Blaine, dripping wet in front of him, his face bruised and blood still pouring from his lip, shaking and crying.

Kurt opened his mouth to say something, anything, but couldn't. He grabbed the suitcase from Blaine's frozen hands, and pulled himside. Blaine subconciously stepped in and Kurt closed the door behind him. He took off his coat, and shoes and pulled him numbly upstairs, still carrying his suitcase. He closed the room door behind him and turned to look at Blaine, tears pricking his eyes as he saw the blood, all the purple-black bruises, and the shiver in his boyfriend's body. He put his hand on Blaine's shoulder who just looked up at him, numb. He opened his arms, and Blaine broke. He fell into Kurt's arms, burying his face in his neck, pulling his warm body close against his cold, frozen, soaking wet body. He shook uncontrollably as he cried, mumbling garbled sentences into Kurt's shoulder. Kurt just closed his eyes, rubbing his back, holding him as tightly as he could. He kissed Blaine's neck and shoulder, trying to soothe him, holding Blaine as long as he needed.

He heard the door open downstairs, and he knew that his dad would come up once he heard Blaine's cries. Sure enough, his door was pushed open, revealing Burt, with Carole and Finn behind them. Burt stepped in, and Carole walked up, concern on her face at Blaine's obvious injuries, and Finn watched, unsure of what to do.

Burt looked right at Kurt, who just looked up at him with sad eyes, and then he looked at Blaine- the blood, the bruises, the cries. He knew.

'Carole, go start making dinner. And set five places. Looks like we have a new son.'

OKAY HERE YA GO GUYS!

-echo.