Kurt slammed the door to his house, throwing his back against it and sliding down, feeling helpless.

He could hear his dad and Carole talking in the kitchen, unaware that he was home, and Finn upstairs playing some kind of game, ignorant to the world.

So he was alone, to dwell on the memories of the day and what could happen tomorrow. He knew he'd have no choice to go, especially since he thought Blaine's dad was strangely up to something. But Blaine obviously didn't want him to come; he hadn't even wanted him to meet his dad.

And Kurt didn't think he could look at Blaine tomorrow. Not after hurting him. Not after losing control like that.

He heard movement, and knew his dad was coming out to the hall for something. He couldn't be asked to move. Not caring his dad will see him when he walks out.

"Kurt?" Kurt blinks up at him tiredly. "When did you get back?" He asked, kneeling in front of him.

"Five minutes ago?" Kurt guessed, not really caring. He sighed and toed at the floor.

"Are you okay?" Kurt shook his head, biting his lip, trying not to cry. Burt engulfed him in his arms, rubbing his back consolingly. "What happened?"

"I… I lost control…" Kurt said, sniffling. He felt Burt tense, immediately fearing the worse. "I was w-with B-Blaine…"

"Kurt, you didn't-"

"NO! I didn't do anything that bad…" Kurt bit his lip again, nervous about telling his dad. "He had just given me my Christmas present, and we were on the bed." He sensed Burt's comfortableness the second he said that. "Fully clothed!" He said, feeling his father relax. "And then we were talking. And Blaine was… urm…" He looked up at his dad's eyes, knowing that he wasn't going to able to tell him without making it awkward, so he just shot through it. "He was turned on, and I sort of held him down onto the bed to make him stop, so I didn't do anything. Because I know I can't control myself in that way yet. And anyway, I may have accidentally held him down a little too hard…" Burt tensed.

"You didn't… break any of his bones, did you?" Kurt nearly scoffed, but then he realized it could've gone that far, and he was lucky it didn't.

"No. But I hurt him. I hurt him, dad. And he realized something was off. He's going to have bruises, and it's my fault. And he's hurt, because of me." Kurt was crying now, tears slipping from his eyes and rolling freely down his blotchy cheeks.

"Kurt…" Kurt sobbed into his shoulder, squeezing his father, not realizing how tight he was doing it, but Burt said nothing to stop him. "Kurt, it'll be okay. Blaine loves you. And I'm sure he knows it's an accident."

"B-But-" Kurt hiccoughed, pulling away and rubbing his eyes. "I still hurt him. And I never, ever wanted to hurt him."

Burt was about to say something when there was a beeping from Kurt's pocket. Kurt tugged out his phone, and saw a text from Blaine.

From: Blainey XX

Where are you? X

Kurt blinked, confused. That was a stupid kind of question…

To: Blainey XX

At home… why?

From: Blainey XX

Really? How? I mean, you left here like ten minutes ago… with no car, either. Even a car wouldn't be that fast…

Kurt's jaw dropped. His mind went blank.

"Kurt? What now?" Burt looked at his son worriedly.

Kurt didn't reply. His mind was now running at 150 miles an hour, trying to figure out how he'd been so stupid, and how to cover this up. Finding nothing. Nothing.

He screwed up, and there was no way to cover it up.

"Dad… I left. Without a car, ten minutes ago. I've told him I'm home. He's knows something's going on."

Burt's eyes widened, knowing exactly why Kurt stressing over this particular fact. He pulled Kurt back into his arms and just held him, not knowing how to comfort his son.

The rest of night past awkwardly. Finn and Carole asked no questions, but tried to get him to engage in the conversation over dinner. It was Christmas after all.

He tried. He really did. But he wasn't into it. After all that happened in the last couple of months, and then today, he just couldn't be as happy as he'd usually be.

He went to bed early that night, muttering goodnight to the others. And he skipped his skin care routine and fell straight into bed, falling asleep the second his head hit the pillow.

He woke up early the next day and went to do his usual routines. By the time he'd showered, got dressed, and did his hair, he was still the only one awake. So he finally built up the nerve to check his phone, only to see it bombarded with texts from Blaine.

From: Blainey XX

Kurt? Please answer me?

Okay, so you don't have to, but it would help clear up my confusion.

Are you ignoring me?

Have I done something wrong?

KUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT! Please text me!

How did you get so strong?

How did you get home?

Ignoring me isn't going to stop me from asking!

Seriously, you're going to have to answer some time, why not just get it out the way?

I have bruises on my hips Kurt. PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS!

Please don't ignore me…

I love you.

You don't have to answer anything. Just please stop ignoring me.

Can you make up an excuse as to not come round for dinner?

Please?

I'm going to stop texting now, I should sleep.

I love you, Kurt. Please stop ignoring me.

Kurt groaned and slumped down onto his bed. He knew he was going to avoid answering those questions for as long as he could, dance around the subject until it can't be ignored. He'd only deal with it when he had to.

So he text Blaine back, quickly making up his mind.

To: Blainey XX

I love you, too. But I'm still coming over. X

He then went into his contacts and searched until he found Damon's name, and pressed the call button.

He picked up after a few rings.

"What are you doing up this early, Hummel?" He groaned.

"Damon, I need a favour…"

"Kurt!" Blaine hissed as he opened the door, his eyes widening in surprise. "I thought I told you not to come!" Kurt's own eyes narrowed and he scowled at Blaine.

"Why are you so against me meeting your dad?" He said his own tone slightly hushed. Blaine spluttered for a minute. "Is there something you aren't telling me? Something important?" He asked, his tone softening and looking at Blaine with sad eyes.

"What?" Blaine replied way too quickly, and Kurt knew exactly when he lied. "Nothing is wrong Kurt."

"Don't lie to me, Blaine." Kurt said, not letting Blaine drop his gaze.

"I'll tell you, if you tell me how'd you get so strong, and how you got home so fast." Blaine countered, bravely gazing back at Kurt.

Kurt's mind thought fast, thinking of anything to counter back. Blaine thought he'd won this little spat, but he stopped thinking this the second Kurt opened his mouth again.

"I'll tell you when you tell me why you've been meeting up with Sebastian. Again." Kurt's gaze turned into a glare as Blaine's turned fearful.

"H-how did you know about that?" He stuttered, Kurt's gaze intensifying with each word.

"Jeremy and his sister were sitting quite close to you in the Lima Bean. They told me." Blaine looked confused for a second while he tried to remember who Jeremy was, and once he realized his expression turned nervous.

"Kurt-" Blaine was saying something, but Kurt grew distracted as he heard Damon's voice speaking to him.

"Cut to the chase, Hummel. I'm not here to listen to you and your boyfriend."

Kurt sighed, before focusing back onto Blaine.

"-And I was going to tell you-"

"Just, forget it. For now." Blaine frowned, but he nodded and moved slightly so Kurt could come in, his frown never leaving his face. He was uncomfortable with the situation he knew was coming, and he didn't like that and Kurt were arguing.

Mainly, he was scared of his dad. His hits had hurt this morning, and he had felt the bruises appearing soon after. What if he hit Kurt? Or even called him a name? Blaine wouldn't be able to live with himself if Kurt got hurt because of him.

Blaine closed the door and they strode further into the house, both of them plastering on fake smiles as Blaine's dad came through the hall.

"Hello, Mr Anderson." Kurt said politely, holding out his hand. The man stared at it for a second, and even as he spoke, he didn't reach out to shake it.

"Kurt?" The boy nodded. "I believe dinner is ready, right Blaine?"

"Err…" Blaine stuttered, his eyes flickering nervously between the two. "Yeah. Urm… I just need to dish it up. It won't be a minute." He swayed nervously were he stood, not wanting to leave Kurt alone.

"Well?" His father sounded like he was getting angry. "Go on then. I'll take… Kurt to the dining room." Blaine pulled a face before nodding, sending Kurt a nervous glance, and then walking from the hallway.

The second Blaine was in the next room, his father's gaze turned steely and he turned to Kurt, grabbing his shoulder and pushing him down the hall, away to wherever the dining room was. Hopefully.

"Why did you give my son Vervain?" He asked as walked through a door and into a badly furnished dining room.

"W-What?" Kurt spluttered, nervously looking up and the man, afraid.

"Vervain. You gave it to Blaine." He said, shoving Kurt down into a seat, forcefully, and then moving around so he could sit opposite him.

"What's Vervain?" He lied, making sure to not flick his gaze around the room, or doing anything else to make it look like he was lying. He was good at this. He always was.

"Don't play games with me. Vervain is a vampire's weakness." Kurt knew what he had to say to this. Damon had taught him that if he was wary of someone and they mentioned vampires, to scoff and brush it off.

"What? Vampires? Like the sparkly ones?" The other man narrowed his eyes. Kurt knew he was throwing him off course; confusing him.

"No. Real vampires."

"But… There's no such thing?" And then Damon's voice reached him.

"He knows something. And he suspects you. Either he thinks you're a vampire, or he thinks you've been compelled. Keep playing it cool; he might be a hunter."

And then Blaine came, somehow holding three plates with pasta on, into the room. He grew nervous when he saw the position they were in. he caught his father's gaze quickly and shuffled along to place down the food, sitting down nervously besides Kurt.

They ate silently, the silence clearly awkward. Blaine was pushing his food around, waiting for his dad to say something cruel and offensive. And Kurt was trying his hardest not to look uncomfortable.

"HUMMEL! Say something!"

Kurt frowned when he heard Damon, but he knew he was right…

"So… Urm, Mr Anderson… What do you… urm… do for a living?" He asked nervously, determined not to break eye contact with him.

"I'm a lawyer." He said stiffly. Blaine shifted uncomfortable beside Kurt. "Didn't Blaine tell you?"

"Blaine hasn't told me a thing." Kurt replied. He could sense how uncomfortable Blaine was, but he couldn't comfort him now…

"Hmm, me either. I didn't know about you until about a month ago…" Kurt's jaw fell open.

"A month ago!" Blaine shifted uncomfortably and held his head down, slightly fearful of Kurt.

"So, tell me about yourself. Seeing as Blaine seems so… reluctant?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, undeniably seeing this as a jab to make him angry. So he played along.

"Well, being a senior, I'm focusing on my collage plans for NYADA-" Kurt stopped abruptly. He hadn't thought of that since he'd turned. He couldn't live his dream out now. Not like this.

And, without thinking about where he was, he burst into tears.

"Kurt!" Blaine sounded shocked, unsurprisingly. His hands were on Kurt's shoulders, trying to turn the boy to him.

Kurt sobbed and covered his face with his hands. Blaine felt helpless by his side. He jumped when he heard a scraping noise and looked over to his father standing and scowling at the boy, before leaving, shooting a quick glance at Blaine. And in that glance Blaine understood that he had to clear the nearly untouched food away and wash up the plates.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" He asked gently, turning back to his crying boyfriend.

Kurt sniffled, trying to calm himself down.

And then he remembered where he was.

"Shit." He said, whipping his head back up, only to find him and Blaine alone, not having noticed Mr Anderson leave. He wiped away his tears and put on a mask, trying to hide away the sudden pain he felt.

"Kurt?" He blinked before smiling smally at Blaine.

"Your dad left…?" He said quietly, attempting to change the subject.

"That's Michael Anderson for you. The minute something gets awkward, he leaves." He said this absentmindedly, before focusing back on Kurt. "Are you okay?" Kurt breathed out slowly, building up his guard.

"I'm fine, Blaine. I honestly don't know why I started crying." He chuckled a little, knowing it would help Blaine believe him. The boy looked uncertain, but he wasn't ready to push Kurt.

"Okay… I'm sorry about him; he's a bit of a prick."

"That's a nice thing to say about your own dad." Kurt replied. Blaine shrugged, not really caring. Kurt's eyes flickered to Blaine's waistline.

"C-can I see them?" Kurt asked shakily. Blaine looked confused, until he followed Kurt's gaze. He was confused but he nodded anyway and slowly tugged at his shirt, lifting it.

The bruises on either side of his hips were dark, and they brought tears to Kurt's eyes.

"Blaine, I'm so sorry. I'm so freaking sorr-" he froze, spotting more bruises just peeking out from under the shirt. He moved his hands and pushed the shirt up more, his eyes widening at the fist shaped bruises on his chest.

"Blaine? What are these?" he asked, tracing one lightly with his index finger.

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I hope you like this chapter guys! I'm a little unsure about it, so review what you think!

So, I have a few things coming up for the next chapter, and I want your opinions on what should happen! ;)

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I'm going to get started on the next chapter for Tormented, let me know what you think of this, guys!

Less than three! Xx

P.S. I have something written up for a much later chapter, and i really like how it's turned out;)