He would have never have guessed that was the reason Kurt was in here. It wasn't fair, but from what he had learnt, nothing was fair.
"So, I guess you want me to tell you why I'm in here?" he said not looking Kurt in the eyes. He was afraid of telling people. All of his family and friends from before he got himself locked up hate him for what he did, he did it on purpose and he had no remorse for what he did.
"No, not if you don't want to. You don't owe me anything just because I told you something," Kurt shrugged and he nodded.
"Thank you, and that's why I'm going to tell you, because I knew you wouldn't expect anything back," he said fiddling with his hands nervously in his lap. He couldn't remember the last time he'd told anyone, he'd tried to tune the memories out when he could.
"Just take your time," Kurt said and he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. He looked up and gave him a small smile before averting his eyes to the floor. He couldn't look Kurt in the eyes as he told him this.
"When I was little me and my dad were really close, we watched and played football together all the time, and everyone else loved my dad as well he used to have his friends around all of the time. It was like he was some kind of hero, but then I found something out about myself and told him about it. I trusted him," he said tear already starting to well up in his eyes. "I told him…"
"I'm gay dad," he said.
He'd dragged his dad into his room and sat him on the bed, he wanted to tell him the secret he'd long been keeping but when he looked into his dads eyes once the words had come out of his mouth he'd wished he'd said nothing at all.
"What?" His dad whispered so hurt that you would have thought he'd told him that he was dying of cancer.
"I'm gay," he repeated a lot quieter this time. His dad slowly got off his bed into the standing position, rising above him like a giant. He heard his dad take a long and angry breath out before looking down a him.
"After all I've done for you? After all I've given you, you're a faggot?" His dad spat and he cringed at the wording talking a step away from his father shocked.
"I-I…," he said stumbling with shock of what his father had just said to him.
"Get it out boy!" His dad yelled and he felt his world falling apart at the seams. He wanted to back and decide not to tell him, hide it for the rest of his life no matter how he felt.
"Yes," he squeaked before a searing pain hit his face as he tumbled to the ground. His dad had hit him, he'd never hit him before not even when he made him really mad.
Tear run down his face as his dad looked at him with disgust before turning and leaving the room.
"He hurt me a lot after that," he said looking to Kurt who was clinging onto his hand tightly. He was happy for the comfort and held tight back. "A first it was ever so often he would come into my room drag me out of bed and beat the crap out of me making sure not to leave visible marks where people would see them. But then it became more and more until it was every day and I couldn't escape it, everyone thought so highly of my dad they thought that he could never do anything like this. I didn't know what to do, it was like my dad thought he could beat the gay out of me. But he never could," he said a tear finally falling onto his cheek. He let it slide until he fell of his chin soaking into his clothing.
"But I guess like you, one day I'd just had enough because I had never fought back before and when he came in, I made sure I was ready," he said anger starting to rise in his voice.
"Are you ready faggot?" His dad yelled rushing into the room and heading straight for him. Normally he would get dragged out but he moved climbing out of his bed the opposite side to which his dad was coming at him.
"Yes," he said sternly. His dad stopped in his tracks looking at him in surprise before a small smile rose in his cheeks.
"Good," his dad said before running at him. He lunged back and it felt like they hit each other in mid-air. He kicked out catching his dad in the thigh sending him straight to the floor but as soon as he landed he was jumping back up and coming for another swing.
He knew his dad wasn't going to admit defeat easily but neither was he.
His dad hit him but he didn't fall. Ignoring the pain in his jaw he turn back and went for a hit of his own landing it on the man's chest before kicking him in the same spot. His dad let out a pained growl before lunging back at him grabbing him around the waist and sending sprawling backwards into his bookshelf.
Books fell to the floor as he banged into it and then a few more fell as he pushed himself back up and looked back at his dad.
"Why couldn't you have just been normal?" His dad yelled as he took another swing at him. He managed to dodge it and he had clenched teeth as he answered the question.
"I am normal," he said running at the man, pushing his backwards before they both crushed to the floor in a heap. He didn't stop to even think about it before he was throwing punches, anywhere and everywhere that he could get a hit on.
He felt arms snake around his waist and he was about to force them away when he felt himself being spun around so that his dad was now on top of him.
"You're not normal, you're a freak!" his dad said as he felt hand start to wrap around his neck.
"No, stop," he tried to say but within a couple seconds he was already finding it hard to breathe and it came out as more of a groan. He knew that he wasn't going to stop, his dad was going to kill him and because of the defensive wounds he'd given him he could say what he attacked him.
He grabbed and ripped at his dad's hand trying to get them to loosen but with no luck he started to look around the room for anything that would make him stop. He looked to the right and found nothing but when he looked left he saw something glint in the corner of his eye, just under the shelf was a knife that he'd forgotten he'd hidden. It was the night after he been beaten for the first time he decided to put it there just in case but he'd always been afraid to use it, and the blur of beating after beating made him forget that it was there at all.
But he wasn't scared anymore.
Dark spots started to dance in his eyes and his arm flew out reaching for the knife. His fingers on just toughing the handle, though this wasn't enough to grab it. He pushed his hand out further starting to feel light headed but with one more forced reach he felt his fingers wrap round the handle. He was lucky that his dad was too busy looking at his with what looked like tunnel vison. He had his mission to kill him and in his mind nothing else mattered.
Without even thinking about it he brought his hand out and stabbed the knife straight into the man's chest. He hadn't wanted it to be like this but it was either kill or be killed. His dad lurched back in shock and the hands loosened from his neck. He sucked in air back into his lungs choking and spluttering as more tears ran down his face.
Once he felt like he could breathe properly again he pushed himself up and looked to his dad.
Suddenly he felt like he couldn't breathe again. His hand shot to his mouth and he felt sick, his dad's unseeing eyes staring right at him. He'd killed him.
"I called the police and they came but no one believed my story. Apparently my dad had been telling people that I was starting to become abusive, that I was the one who was hurting him. I lost everything, my friends stopped talking to me and my family turned against me. I had my trial and was said to be guilty for murder, I got life," he said before turning to look into Kurt's eyes.
"Didn't they see the bruises?" Kurt said and he nodded.
"Yeah, but it was like they didn't care. They just said they were wounds from my dad trying to defend himself," he replied.
"I'm sorry Blaine, you don't deserve to be in here," Kurt said and he nodded looking away. He sniffed his tears instantly stopping, he wiped his tears on his sleeve and spoke.
"I know, which is why I'm leaving," he whispered looking back into Kurt's beautiful eyes. He can't remember being able to trust someone like he trusted Kurt, he needed to tell him.
"What?" Kurt whispered back looking confused.
"I'll show you," he replied just as the alarm went for lunch and the doors slide open with a loud clank.