AN: Hey guys here's a new chapter! I hope you like it! I'm going to start adding some lyrics to fit each chapter so here it goes! Also I sadly do not own Glee. But I do own Kelsey! So anyways this lyric fit's Blaine! Don't won the lyircs etheir!

You cover up with makeup in the mirror tell yourself it's never going to happen again.

RJA

Blaine shut the door and sighed. He turned around and saw his parents staring back him. He scratched his neck and bit his lip trying to from a sentence to explain himself.

"Did you and Kelsey have sex?" His dad simply asked.

He looked at his father. "Yes." He spat. "Now am I a disappointment?" Anger danced in his hazel eyes as he pointed to his left ribcage.

His mom shook her head. "Blaine." She whispered looking at his bruised side. "Just go to your room."

He shrugged. "Thought so." he turned on his heel and went back upstairs.

He slammed the door and rolled his eyes. Sometimes his parents could dismiss there son like he wasn't important at all. His father had only hurt him a few times but every time it happened his mother just watched like it was no big deal. Blaine sat on his bed. A few tears dotted his eyes. He just turned 17 in May. He could not live like this for another year. No way in hell. His phone rang out from across the room he jumped up and grabbed it.

"Yeah?" he mumbled wiping his eyes trying to ignore the weight in his chest.

"Hey are we still on for tonight?" His voice was innocent

"Oh hey Kurt." Blaine sighed he had no desire to go out but he couldn't stay here knowing his dad would probably be up soon to get back at him for his snide comment. " Um yeah, Lima Bean? 20 minutes?"

"Yeah see you there."

"Okay." Blaine hung up the phone and grabbed his keys and threw on a shirt.

He stormed down the stairs and didn't make it across the room without feeling a grip on his hair. Blaine's head made contact against the wall with a loud thud. He was face to face with the older Anderson. He had a frown on his face. The Warbler bit his lip and shook his head.

"Let go of me!" he huffed.

His dad smirked. "You know I didn't like that little act you just put on."

"What act?" He said kitting his eyebrows together.

That earned his a smack across the face. "Don't be dumb. You know damn well what I'm talking about. Calling Kelsey, 'having sex' and then having her slink downstairs. Do you think I'm an idiot."

Blaine felt the fear creep back into his body. "No, but we did have sex though." The memories of Kelsey calling out his name and her purple painted fingernails digging into his back filled his mind. "I liked it dad, I liked it."

Gregory rolled his eyes. "Don't lie to me!"

Blaine shoved him away. "I'm not!" He made his way to the door and just opened it when his phone buzzed. He slightly cursed himself.

"Give it."

Blaine felt the ache in the back of his head intensify. He couldn't fight right now. "Here."

His dad took and stared. "Kurt? Who's that I thought you were straight!"

Blaine took the phone back. "No one, he's a friend. And I am straight you were right I was just confused." He said plastering the face smile he had perfected over the years.

Greg tightened the grip around his son's neck and stared him down before shoving him down on the floor, "Whatever, get out you're not worth my energy."

Blaine rolled his eyes and left the house, slamming the oak door behind. He gingerly touched his neck as he pulled out of the driveway. He drove a few blocks over and parked. He flipped down the mirror and looked at his face. His hazel eyes were dull and his chocolate colored hair was a mess. He could just make out the very faint thumb prints already forming on his neck. He dug around in the glove department and pulled out the cover-up he hid there. He didn't use it often only when he had a date with Kurt or Warbler practice where people would actually bother to ask. He dabbed some and concealed quickly. It was something he had learned to hide, although he couldn't do anything about the tears in eyes. He began to drive again and pulled onto the highway and began the short commute to the cafe were he and Kurt spent endless hours. He grabbed the phone that was ringing in the passenger seat.

"What?" He growled angrily.

"God sorry, I was just making sure you were okay." Kurt's voice came back quietly.

Blaine shut his eyes. "Oh god, I'm sorry Kurt I'm going. My dad was holding me up about something."

"oh." He said slightly concerned. "It's cool."

"Hey I'm pulling up I'll see you inside."

The two teens hung up with out goodbyes and older boy parked his car and walked inside and saw Kurt at a booth. He waved and Blaine sucked in a breath and pasted a fake grin on his face, pushing his dad, sex and Kelsey out of his mind. He sat down across from him and Kurt slid his medium drip over to him.

"What took you so long?"

Blaine shrugged. "Eh, my dad talking about my brother Daniel and how he's getting married."

"Oh." The blue eyed boy said quietly. "You okay you seem different."

Blaine sighed. "Yeah. I'm fine. So what did you do today." He asked.

Kurt's eyes lit up. "Carole put me in charged of picking out paint for the living room. I'm thinking of going with a springtime in France theme. I mean have you seen our living room. With that ghastly wall paper. A few throw rugs a painting here and there it'll look presentable."

He laughed at his boyfriend's plans to make the Hudson-Hummel home the most fashionable in all of the Midwest. "I love you.' He smiled.

Kurt squeezed his hand. "I love you too."

The two boys spent over and hour talking about what they had done during the day. Blaine had left out his beating and sex with Kelsey of course. Kurt was rambling about how his father was clueless about the fact that paint from the hardwood store and paint from the Ethan Allen collection were different. Blaine nodded his head appreciatively and threw some yeah's and oh's where need. Kurt was cute off when a woman came up to them.

"Hey boys it's closing time."

Kurt looked flushed. "Ok something's up."

He nervously glanced up. "What?"

"I just talked for a whole hour." He said standing up.

Blaine rolled his eyes playfully. "It doesn't surprise me." He said opening the door.

The younger singer shoved his side. His left life to be precise. Blaine felt a sharp pain radiate through his side. He bit his lip and tried to ignore the pains.

"Fuck." He muttered.

Kurt stared at him curiously. "What?"

He snapped his head up. "I forget to uh tip the waitress."

"Blaine the light's are off I think they'll be fine.' He said jokingly.

"Yeah y-your right."

Kurt hugged him tightly and Blaine bit his tongue to keep from groaning. "Bye."

"Later." Blaine whispered kissing him quickly, waving and going to his car.

"Having fun with your fag?" Greg spat as he walked in.

Blaine had his hand pressed to his side and he wobbled into the kitchen, grabbed and icepack and walked back into the family room. "Shut up." He hissed as he went upstairs.

He slammed his bedroom door and locked it. He flopped back onto his bed and pressed the ice to his throbbing side. He could not live like this anymore. Tears tracked down his cheek.

"I can't do this anymore."

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