Keep Holding On

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2 days earlier, Blaine's POV

"So, Dad, um… I kind have something to tell you." I looked up at him, then immediately back down. Why was I doing this? I knew he'd be mad… but what was the worst he would do?

"Are you going to just stand there staring down or tell me?" He said, folding his arms across his chest. I took a deep breath and went on.

"Well, you know that new kid I told you about a while back?" I paused, waiting for his answer.

"Blaine, why would I remember anything you tell me? It's not like your school life makes any difference. Just tell me what the heck you want to tell me so I can go."

I paused, nervous. I gathered up all the courage I had and said, "he… I have a boyfriend now, Dad."

His head shot up. He glared at me for a few seconds then said, "how many times do I have to tell you this, you are NOT GAY!" I scrambled a little backwards when he yelled, but gathered myself and stood tall.

"Yes Dad, I am. There is nothing you can change about it, so you my as well get used to it," I glared right back at him. We had had this conversation before, the whole, 'you're not gay,' and my 'yes I am' thing. We always ended up storming out. But this was different. Now I actually had a boyfriend I'd told him about, someone I really cared for, and someone I wouldn't give up because of my stupid father.

"Blaine, you don't know what you're even talking about! You're just desperate for someone to love, so you grabbed on to the most vulnerable person you could find, and told yourself you were gay. It's PATHETIC!" He threw his hands in the air.

That comment made me mad. I loved Kurt, I hadn't latched onto him. "No, YOU don't know what you're talking about, you don't have any idea how I feel for Kurt! You don't even remember what I tell you about school, how could you understand my feelings, or my sexuality? I am my own person, Dad, and you are NOT going to change that!" I tried to storm out, but he grabbed onto the back of my shirt.

"You think I can't change you Blaine? Is that what you think?" I squirmed out of his hold, turned around and nodded.

"Yes, Dad, I know you can't change me." I looked him straight in the eye. Then he hit me. Right on the jaw. I stumbled backwards, tripping over my feet and falling down. He came up to me and kicked me in the stomach. "What are you…" I barley managed to say before he kicked me again.

I looked behind me and got worried. If he kept kicking me I would fall down the stairs. And just then it happened. He gave me the most forceful kick yet, and I started to tumble down the long staircase into the basement. I can't explain how much it hurt, my whole body slamming into the stairs.

Suddenly my knee made a popping noise and I screamed bloody murder. When I hit the ground at the bottom everything went black.

I didn't know what time it was when I woke up. All I could tell was I couldn't move. Every time I tried, I would get the worst pain in my chest, and my knee. Half of my face was covered in blood, and it had a scar across it from that first hit.

Everything around me was silent. My dad must have left.

Suddenly, I started to freak out. I realized I was hungry and thirsty, and since I couldn't move, I didn't know how long I would be stuck here. I started to scream. It seemed like hours upon hours, just yelling for help, but none came.

I thought of my phone, but remembered it was upstairs, on the couch. Eventually, I just gave up and fell asleep.

The second time I woke up was different. I'd heard it, I swore to myself I'd heard it. And then it came again, the sound of an annoyed angel, "Blaine Anderson answer me now!"

I tried to speak, but the side of my face was throbbing, and my mouth was just to dry. I just lye there, praying to all goodness that he would find me. When he started coming down the stairs, tears of joy fell down my face, my savior was here.

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