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Blaine's POV
Kurt and that woman left a few hours ago but I haven't moved an inch, I didn't feel like I could, it felt like I was glued to the floor, all I could do was think. Think about my parents, about my job... and Kurt I couldn't stop thinking about him, I was going crazy.
If he knew the real me, would he abandon me like my parents, I couldn't risk losing Kurt. I loved him, that's right I love him and I'm going to do everything in my power not to lose him.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard knocking at the door, that's strange, nobody usually knocks on my door around here, they usually just burst in.
"Blaine are you in here?" A soft motherly voice asked, it sounded like that woman Kurt was with, what did she want, why was she here. These were questions I kept asking myself until I heard a scream, my head shot up and I quickly made my way to the front door.
I opened the door to find the same 3 men that were harassing Kurt the other day but this time with that woman.
I stepped in front of her with an angry look on my face "what are you doing here Kyle?" I growled and he just laughed "when are you gonna learn that no one wants you here faggot?" Kyle took a step closer to me, I looked up at him with anger in my eyes and grinned evilly "Funny how you're calling me Faggot all the time But you never have a girlfriend, you just hang round with these two losers all the time" I said gesturing to his two friends, I didn't realise that they had gotten closer until Kyle spoke up "Scott, Jeremy, get him" he growled.
As Scott and Jeremy launched themselves at me, I kicked Scott in the nuts laughing as he fell to the ground in pain. Jeremy took a swing a me but I dodged it and ended up punching him in the stomach, also causing him to fall to the ground on pain.
Kyle growled and I didn't notice what he was doing until it was to late. I put my hand to my right eye and winced at the touch. Oh Kyle was really going to regret punching me on the eye. I kicked him in his nuts so he'd fall to the floor, then I kneed him in his chest making him cough violently, I then somehow managed to get on top of him and started beating the crap out of him.
"Blaine sweetie stop that" the woman who I completely forgot was there demanded, I grimaced slightly as she called me 'sweetie', nobody has ever called me sweetie in a long time, and now a complete stranger just has.
I clambered off of Kyle and turned to look at the woman who had a sympathetic look on her face "what do you want?" I spat out harshly at her, slightly frightening her by the look on her face, I suddenly felt guilty and went to apologise but before I could say anything she spoke up "sorry Blaine, I just came by to check on you to make sure you were ok, I promised Kurt I would" I looked at her in disbelief, they wanted to make sure I was safe. No Blaine, don't let your emotions get in the way.
"Why do you care?" I asked glaring at her trying not to show any fear in my voice, lets be honest, those 3 men scare the hell out of me. "I just do, here" she said with a weak smile handing me a bag of food. She then left before I could say a word.
Kurt's POV
Ever since I left with Carol to go home, all I could think about was Blaine, and how he was all alone in that scary neighbourhood.
I've been laying on my bed for the past few hours when I heard the front door close, it must have been Carol leaving for work, I just hope she remembers to check up on Blaine. I feel like I need to protect him, and would do everything in my power not to lose him, If I did I don't know what I'd do, I know we haven't know each other that long but I really do care for Blaine, no... I love him.
Blaine's POV
I looked at my clock on the bedside table and sighed, it was 9:50pm, great time to go to work.
As I was walking there, yes walking not driving since I don't want my car getting stolen, I started thinking about Kurt again, he would be so disgusted if he knew what I did to make a living. I do like my job but it gets a bit boring after a few years.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realise that I was already here, great, same old same old.
"Hey Jon" I muttered to the boss/ owner of the place, he gave me a nod and I left towards backstage.
As I got backstage, a few people said 'hey' to me, which I didn't reply, just wanting tonight to be over with. "Hey Blaine!" Sam, my only friend at this place, called "hey Sam" it was kinda nice to talk to someone my own age here, and someone who is doing this dumb job for the same reason, to pay the rent.
"What's up with you" he asked "just bored of this place" I replied with a groan which made him chuckle "same old same old then" I rolled my eyes at him and went to get changed.
Next day...
I woke up the next day and my eye was stinging, I went into the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror, there was a big purple/black bruise on my right eye, now I just need to think of an excuse of how I got it if anyone asks and I have a feeling Kurt will ask.
I walked back into my bedroom/ living room and picked up the guitar my dad bought me when I was younger. I slowly sit on the edge of my bed strumming the guitar, tears streaming down my face as I thought about my past.
Flashback
"Blaine sweetie, get up, you need to go to school" my mum said sweetly, my eyes opened slowly and I looked at my mum with a smile on my face, she had dark brown curly hair just like mine, hazel eyes also just like mine, her cheeks were rosy red and had pink lips. Every morning my mum would wake me up with a warm smile and every night she would sing my favourite song to me.
"Mummy, are you taking me to school today?" I asked with hope fixed into my eyes, my mum sighed and took my hands in hers "I'm sorry sweetie, I have to go to work early today and I'm not going to be able to pick you up from school either" she told me with disappointment on her face "it's okay mummy I'm used to going to school on my own now" she gave me a weak smile and kissed my forehead "I promise I'll sing to you tonight" I nodded eagerly, I really hated that I didn't get to spend much time with my mum but the time we did have together, she made sure she would sing my favourite song to me.
As I jumped down the stairs to get my breakfast, I saw my dad reading a newspaper with a mug in his hand, he looked at me and glared, a smell of alcohol drifted from him, I was about to say something but he beat me to it "what do you want child!" My father asked me in a demanding tone. I glared at him and said nothing. The thought of speaking to him repulsed me. Why bother talking to a drinker when all he does is shout abuse right back to you in your face.
I went to the cupboard to grab some of my favourite cereal, lucky charms, I poured them into a bowl with some milk and sat down. I was part way through my cereal when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
It was my mother, as soon as she entered the kitchen, my dad muttered something under his breath, it sounded a bit like 'slut', I figured that my dad must think that my mum was cheating on him.
My mum sighed in exasperation and rolled her eyes "why do you have to be so loud?" My dad growled, mum didn't answer and instead she ignored him, getting out a mug to pour her coffee in "answer me when I'm talking to you!" Dad shouted as he slammed down his mug and paper, he rose from his seat and stormed over to my mum "answer me whore!" By now my mum was on the verge of tears, my dad didn't deserve a woman like her, I was snapped out of thought as I heard a slap, I looked over to where my parents were and saw my mum on the floor crying, holding her cheek with her hand.
I rushed over to my mum and my dad walked out of the house slamming the front door on his way, he's probably going to the pub to get pissed.
"Mummy, are you alright?" I asked, I know it's a stupid question but I needed to ask her "I'm fine sweetie, you better get going or you'll be late for school" I looked at her with concern written on my face, I knew she wasn't fine, there was sadness in her eyes, something I've never seen in her before "ok mummy, I'll see you tonight" I went to get my school bag and looked back at her to find that she was still on the floor crying, I hesitated as I was walking out the door, not wanting to leave my mum but decided against it and walked out the front door after saying goodbye.
As I walked into my classroom I saw my best friend Jeff, I waved and a huge smile grew in his face as I ran over to him "hey Blainey" he greeted "hey jeffy" those were are nicknames for each other.
I tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, but all I could think about was my mum, I hoped she was alright. Jeff must have noticed that I was acting strange because he asked what was wrong, of corse I lied and said I was fine, I'm pretty sure he didn't believe me.
At lunch time me and Jeff went to the swings, that's when he confronted me "ok Blaine, what happened?" He asked, in a demanding tone, for 5 year olds we were really mature. I took a deep breath and explained what happened "I'm sorry Blainey" his face had a sympathetic look on it "it ok, I just wish my dad treated my mum better" Jeff jumped off the swing and gestured me to hug him, as we were hugging I cried onto his shoulder, he really was my best friend, I was always there for him and he was always there for me.
When I finally got home, I could feel the tenseness in the air and the screams of my mum and dad, they must be arguing again. I went up to my room like I always did when they argued, which was most of the time and started playing my keyboard to try and block the sound out.
End of flashback
I stayed sat down on my bed and cried to myself, I didn't even hear the door open.
Kurt's POV
Carol said that she would check on Blaine to see of he was alright, but I needed to see for myself, so when nobody was looking I snuck out the house and drove to Blaine's.
As I walked up to Blaine's flat, I heard small sobs coming from inside, I swung the door open and saw Blaine, sitting on his bed, guitar in hands, crying,
I rushed over to him and caressed his face in my hands "Blaine what happened?" I asked softly "n-nothing I'm fine" I knew he was lying because I saw pain and sorrow in his eyes, exactly what I had when my mum died.
"I know your not fine Blaine, you need to tell me what happened so I can help you" I asked trying not to make him cry again "I-I can't" he stuttered out "Blaine you can trust me"
Blaine's POV
"Blaine you can trust me" I looked up to him and for once in my life I felt like I could trust someone, a small smile formed on my face and it made him smile "o-okay I'll tell you"
Kurt sat in my bed next to me and held my hand in his, he squeezed it which reassured me and I began my story. Throughout the story he kept squeezing my hand and rubbing my back, but I couldn't tell him everything, I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.
"Blaine it's okay, you don't have to tell me everything now" he told me, i nodded unable to say anything, there was something different about this boy, I felt like I could tell him anything.
"Could you do something for me?" i asked, He hesitated not knowing what i was going to ask him but he nodded "sure, what do you want me to do?" he asked me, I bit my lip scared of what his reaction would be "c-could you hold me?"
Kurt's POV
"C-could you hold me?" He asked looking at his feet, I put my fingers under his chin and lifted his head to meet mine so I could look into his beautiful hazel eyes "of course I will, but no funny business" he chuckled slightly and I moved my head closer to his to catch his lips with mine, I pulled away and moved to lay down on the bed with Blaine following.
We lay there face to face holding hands, no words needed to be said, it was like we could read each others minds. My heart was beating quickly and I could feel Blaine's was too, I really did love this boy and I'm sure he loves me as well, I'm going to find out what's made him so damaged and unable to trust people, and I will help him if its the last thing I do.
next chapter coming soon...