Blaine heard yelling and then the smash of a bottle against the wall. He fell back onto his bed in exasperation. His parents were fighting. Again. Because his father had had about two too many beers. What was this, the third time this week? "I told you, Sarah! He's a freak!" his father yelled. Blaine was always the reason they fought. He needed to leave or he would go crazy. He grabbed his car keys and wordlessly walked downstairs and to his car. He walked right past the screaming and no one had even noticed that he had escaped into the warm summer night. He got into his car and drove to the one place where he knew he was safe right now: Kurt's house. Once he got there, he rang the doorbell. He heard Kurt's familiar footsteps approach.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" Kurt asked happily, flinging his arms around Blaine. Blaine returned the hug with lackluster enthusiasm.
"Um, can I stay here tonight?" Blaine asked. Kurt studied his face.
"Yeah, of course!" Kurt said, ushering Blaine into the house. Finn was at Rachel's and Burt and Carole were visiting a relative, so Kurt was alone for the night. "What's wrong?" Kurt asked. Blaine couldn't hold in his emotions anymore and collapsed into Kurt's arms in a ball of sobs.
"They're fighting again, Kurt," Blaine sobbed. Kurt gently rubbed his back.
"Was your dad drinking?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded.
"I had to get out of there. It's driving me crazy," Blaine sniffed.
"I don't blame you. You always have a place here," Kurt soothed. They sat like this, Blaine letting all of his pent up anger and sadness release, for hours. He eventually fell asleep. Kurt pulled him into his side and laid down on the couch himself. He didn't sleep himself, instead, he kept watch over Blaine all night, making sure he was okay.