(A/N: Thank you readers! It took a while, but here it is, chapter three. I'm excited for a new glee coming up!)

"Oh my god, Blaine, what happened to your hand?" Kurt's fingers grazed lightly over the bandage on Blaine's hand.

"I was cooking last night and I burnt it on the stove." Blaine said, his eyes travelling slowly towards the wound. He winced, remembering the pain. Kurt noticed.

"Does it still hurt?" Kurt's hand was laid gently on Blaine's wrist, keeping his hand on the table.

"A little bit." Blaine just wanted to shove his hand in his pocket, or at least under the table! He felt like Kurt could see everything that had happened, had ever happened just by seeing the bandage.

"You need to be more careful." Kurt admonished, his thumb rubbing gently over the bandage again. Blaine's skin began to prickle and he'd never wanted Kurt to let go him in his entire life. He felt like his hand was chained to the table, but the only thing keeping it there was Kurt's feather light touch.

"I know Kurt, it was my fault." he said, "I was being careless."

Kurt frowned and he looked up from Blaine's hand to his face, "It was just an accident Blaine…I'm not mad or anything…"

"Oh! I-I know that!" Blaine jumped slightly. He felt like thumping his head into a wall, he wasn't being the Blaine Kurt was used to. He cleared his throat, "I just—I'm a little embarrassed. I actually burned my hand because I turned the stove off and leaned on it, I totally forgot it was still hot."

"Blaine! That's it; you're staying away from any appliances that are able to generate enough heat to harm!" Kurt laughed, the hand on Blaine's finally retreating to lift the Lima Bean coffee to Kurt's lips. Blaine subtly pulled his hand under the table, heaving a sigh of relief.

"I'm actually a very good cook though Kurt! And it's never happened before, Project Runway was on the TV and I totally spaced." Blaine laughed.

"Oh god Blaine," Kurt put a hand on his heart, "I was worried, but now I know you have a valid excuse!"

"Tim Gunn needs his own TV show, I'd watch it religiously." Blaine laughed.

"Just not while cooking." Kurt said, "And speaking of cooking…" the corner's of Kurt's lips curled in a sly smile as he looked up at Blaine shyly, "…I plan on cooking a beautiful meal for dinner at the Hummel house with Blaine Anderson and I want to know what you like."

"Kurt, anything you make, you can bet I'll eat." Blaine tugged a little on Kurt's tie and Kurt leaned forward as they kissed shortly. Kurt licked his lips.

"I don't want to make something you'll hate though!" he protested. Blaine smiled.

"Kurt, I honestly will love anything you make." he said.

"But-"

"All I'll say is that I don't like tofu." Blaine burst into laughter at Kurt's flabbergasted expression.

"Really Blaine?" he diva flopped his hand on the table, "Really? That's the only specificity you're going to give me?"

"Kurt, anything is fine, I swear!"

"Except tofu?" Kurt squinted his eyes at him, "You know I might just make something you'll be fighting to spit out the whole evening. Like…liverwurst pot pies."

"Liverwurst from my Kurt though? Delicious." Blaine grinned as Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Blaiiinneee." he whined.

"Surprise me Kurt!" Blaine shrugged, smiling, "Cook whatever you like. Now when is this grand dinner and what on earth should I wear?"

"Wednesday night, come over at 6:30, wear anything but the uniform." Kurt gently smoothed a wrinkle in Blaine's blazer. Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Anything but the blazer? That's the only specificity you're going to give me?"

"Blaine, you'll look amazing in anything, you know that!"

"Kuuuurrrttt!"

"Blaine!"

Blaine turned around upon hearing his name called and he saw his principal waving to him from the end of the hall from his open office door. Blaine smiled, he'd always like Principal Davis. He was heading towards his office when he saw another man exit the office. Blaine's smile faded and he stopped abruptly, a student behind him ramming into him.

"A little heads up would've been nice Blaine!" said Jeffrey, laughing as he leaned down to pick up his books. Blaine quickly dropped to the floor to help Jeffrey.

"Sorry Jeff." Blaine muttered as he helped the other boy collect his things. They both stood and Jeffrey hurried away to his next class. Blaine slowly turned around, coming face to face with his father.

"D-dad!" he stammered, "What are you doing here?"

"I've decided I'll be staying for a while and I was just changing your boarding status to commuting status." Richard said coolly, he smiled down at him and Blaine knew it was for the sake of Mr. Davis that he did so. Blaine felt like he'd just been sentenced to death.

"F-for how long-"

"The remainder of the year Blaine." Richard said, smiling again. Blaine suddenly felt dizzy and all he wanted to do was run to his dorm and bury himself beneath the covers. But then again, his father was taking that away from him, wasn't he. Blaine lost focus on his father and principal standing before him for a moment and he swayed on his feet.

"So I'll be living…"

"At home with me."

"Oh." Blaine was quiet as the news settled in on him. He'd be living with his dad the remainder of the year…and the year wasn't even half over. He hadn't lived with his dad that long since switching to Dalton. How on earth was he going to survive? He could just kill himself now, honestly… He felt a weight on his shoulder and he looked up to see his father speaking to Mr. Davis, his dad's fingers digging into his shoulder.

"The boys will miss you in Brisco Hall, but I'm sure they'll be happy for you that you get to spend some time at home." Mr. Davis said cheerfully, "You have your key right, Blaine? Why don't you show your father to your dorm, he's going to help you move your things out, you've been excused from the rest of your classes for the day." Mr. Davis patted him on the shoulder with another smile before heading back down the hall to his office. Blaine stared after him, feeling like he'd been flung into a pool of sharks. Totally on instinct, his foot lurched forward a step, as though to run after Mr. Davis and beg him to let him stay, but the heavy hand on his shoulder whirled him around and Blaine was staring up into his father's face.

"D-dad, I can really just stay in the dorms here—I can –I don't have to move back home, really-"

"That's enough Blaine." Richard said coolly, "Show me to your dorm, I don't have all day."

"I can pack on my own-" Blaine tried desperately.

"Goddamn it Blaine, shut up and just do as you're told!" his father's hands were shaking and Blaine knew it was only for the sake of the few distant students passing in the halls that his father didn't hit him.

"S-sorry-" his apology was cut short as his father shoved him roughly to get going. He tripped over his own feet and barely managed to stay standing as he tripped forward. Swallowing hard he began to hurriedly walk towards Brisco Hall where the junior dorms were, fighting the urge to break into a sprint.

Brisco Hall was eerily quiet and deserted when they arrived, as all of the students who lived there were in classes. Blaine led his father up a spiral staircase to the second landing and down a hall where his room was. His father had paid early on for him to have his own, single dorm—because a roommate would encourage gay thoughts.

As they walked, Blaine breathed in slowly, trying to calm down, remembering to stay cool, don't panic, even though being alone with his father was one of the scariest things Blaine could think of. He was proud of himself when his hands stopped shaking and he was able to say, "This is my dorm" without a pathetic quiver in his voice. He opened the door and his father followed him in.

"I'll just get my bag from the closet." Blaine muttered, setting his key down on the bedside table. His dad walked over to his desk and started to pile things in a box. Blaine retrieved his bag and started packing his clothes from the closet. The two worked silently and for a moment, Blaine liked it. Suddenly he didn't feel like the gay son whose father hated him, but just the son whose father was helping him pack up his dorm.

"Blaine."

Blaine turned around, a little upset the peace had been broken. His father thrust a pile of DVDs and CDs into his hands. Richard brushed his hands off, as though the aforementioned items had been covered in filth.

"Um…thanks." Blaine turned to put them in his bag.

"Go throw those away." Blaine paused.

"E-excuse me?"

"Throw those away." Richard repeated. Blaine took a moment to sift through the pile, they were various musicals and Disney films.

"These are mine, I'm not going to throw them away." Blaine said, frowning.

"I didn't ask you, I told you to trash them." Richard reiterated warningly, "I don't want that gay shit in my house."

"No, Dad." Blaine glared at him, "I'm not going to." Richard lurched forward and snatched the DVDs out of Blaine's hand. Blaine immediately reached to take them back but was thrown into his desk, his lower back hitting the sharp corner hard. He cried out in pain as he fell forward, catching himself on his bed post, the breath knocked out of him momentarily.

"You're really going to fight me over these fag DVDs?" his father yelled at him. Blaine's eyes were pinched shut though as he pressed his hand into the spot on his back, trying to block out his father. He was slowly beginning to shake again and he wished his father would just let him keep his eyes shut, just leave him alone.

"I'm s-sorry." Blaine managed to say as he slowly got his breath back.

"Fucking stupid." his father murmured and he heard his dad toss the DVDs into the trash. Blaine slowly opened his eyes and turned back around, his father glaring at him, his favorite movies lying in the trash. It wasn't worth it though, Blaine decided. He watched his Dad go through his other movies and books, tossing whatever he didn't like into the trash. Blaine sat on his bed numbly; feeling like Harry as he watched his Uncles toss his Hogwarts letters into the fire.

The quiet room was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Blaine and Richard both looked at the closed door. Blaine looked back at his father, his eyes asking permission. Richard only nodded and Blaine got up to answer the door.

"Blaine!" No. Blaine froze, Anyone but him. Please Kurt, just go away, please…Blaine's hand clenched on the doorknob. There was no way he could open that door, Kurt had to leave, now! If Blaine opened the door his dad would see Kurt, what if Kurt tried to kiss him? What the fuck would his dad do then? Kurt please, just go away, go away, please…

Blaine jumped when he felt a hand on his and his dad was glaring down at him as he clenched his hand around the doorknob on top of Blaine's hand. It hurt like hell as his father jammed his hand into the brass knob and forcefully turned it to open the door. A sharp elbow in the chest moved Blaine out of the way, he stumbled backwards, eyes wide as they followed the door as it was swung open.

"Blai—Oh! Mr. Anderson!" Blaine shook himself out of his daze and he shot in front of his father, standing between Richard and Kurt.

"Kurt, how can I help you?" Blaine asked politely. Kurt seemed stunned for a moment, his eyes flickering between his anxious boyfriend and the overwhelmingly intimidating presence that was his father.

"I heard you were moving back home, I was wondering if you needed help." Kurt finally said, smiling at Blaine.

"Oh, that's alright Kurt, I've got it, my dad came to help me out." Blaine nodded behind him to his father. Kurt glanced quickly at Mr. Anderson.

"Are you sure? I could just-"

"Uh, it's fine Kurt." Blaine said, smiling tightly. Kurt stared at Blaine for a moment and Blaine averted his eyes. Oh god, what a jerk he felt like.

"Well ok Blaine, I'll see you soon, it was nice seeing you again Mr. Anderson." Kurt's smile was forced this time, his thoughts obviously still on Blaine. Richard stuck his hand out for Kurt to shake.

"Call me Richard." he said politely, "You must be Blaine's friend." Kurt looked surprised for a moment and he looked at Blaine again.

"Yeah, we're friends." Blaine said quickly, swallowing a desperate explanation to Kurt as he saw his face fall with hurt.

"Y-yes, I'll just—I'll just head out, I think Rachel wanted me to call her." Kurt said to Blaine before hurriedly walking away. There had to be some way he could get this under control, Blaine thought. He had to stop hurting Kurt, acting strange, he needed to get back on track, he'd lived the double life before, he could do it again Blaine stared at Kurt's retreating form, wanting nothing more than to just run after him and apologize a hundred times.. Instead he found himself being pulled roughly by the arm back into his room. His dad flung him across the room angrily and Blaine's already bruised back exploded in pain as it hit the sharp edges of the windowsill.

"You little shit, I told you to stay away from that fag!" his father hissed.

"Fuck…" Blaine gasped as he tried to stand back up, "…dad, Kurt…I didn't ask him to come help me. I haven't even talked to him since the family night, I swear!"

"Shut up!"

"Dad-!" before Blaine could even see it coming his father whirled around and struck him across the face. The very force of the blow threw Blaine to the floor. Blaine didn't even try to get up, and he stayed on his hands and knees, gasping to get his breath back. His dad wearily walked over to his desk chair and sat down. There was a tense quiet in the room for several moments. When Richard spoke again, it was calm and dangerous.

"I told you to stay away from that fag, I told you to shut up, what is with you and your disability to follow simple directions?" Blaine was silent and Richard turned to glare at him, "Well?"

"Sorry, I thought you told me to shut up." Blaine said.

"Finish packing." Richard said, "I'm bringing the car around." he kicked Blaine in the gut before leaving to get the car.