Blaine thought it was utterly hilarious that nobody ever noticed when he was hurt or upset at school. Nobody. He could walk right in with two black eyes, a broken wrist, with a heart moniter, in a wheel chair, and he would be lucky if somebody even took a second glance. That wasn't what bothered him today, though. I mean, it was, but not as much as Kurt did. He hasn't talked to Kurt since what had went down in the hallway after the musical. He tried calling. Of course he did. But do you think he answered? No. Sure, Blaine cheated. Blaine cheated on the love of his life, and was beating himself up over it everyday for the past week. Plus, his father hasn't exactly made anything better for him. The constant yelling of the words:

"Fag!"

"Queer!"

"Fairy!"

"You will never be classified as my son again."

"Why can't you be like Cooper? You know, normal."

He missed the father he had when he was five. The one that would pick him up and twirl him in a circle when he got home from Kindergarden. Blaine knew he was gone forever.

Plus, he still would never forgive his father for what he did on the night before he went to Eli's. Before he went to the person who would change his life forever. Before he made the biggets mistake of his life, because he felt worthless and unimportant. Before he ruined his life.

FLASHBACK:

'Blaine! Get your faggot ass down here this instant!"

Blaine didn't think he had ever run down a spiral staircase as fast as he did when he heard that yell. That yell meant something horrible was going to happen, and it usually had something to do with some kind of violent actions.

"Sir?"

"Come here." His father motioned for him to step closer, and Blaine did.

"Is everything o-" That was all he got to say before he hit the ground. He lifted his hand to his cheek where he had been hit.

"I heard you on Skype last night. You told that boy you loved him. That is al kinds of wrong, Blaine. I thought I taught you this. I thought that I was a good enough example to you. I heard you say it, Blaine. Don't even attempt to deny it. Explain yourself."

"There isn't anything to explain.." Blaine said quietly. He was still on the ground holding his now bruising cheek. "I do love him."

Another hit.

"No. You do not."

"Dad, I- You can't tell me who I can or cannot love! It isn't your choice." He was crying now.

"Shut up queer. Just get out of my sight. You know, sometimes I wish those boys taught you some more at that dance. Taught you how to be tough and how to be straight. Maybe the could have knocked some sense into you." He sneered.

That's when Blaine got up, ignoring all the pain in his body, and ran up the stairs in search of his phone. It was next to his bed on the counter. He called the one person who he knew could help.

"Kurt.. Come on, please Kurt.. I need you."

No answer.

Now, he didn't have anyone. Not even Kurt.

I am soooo sorry guys! You have to understand. I've had a lot of personal issues going on in my home involving people moving and constant business. I really did try to get this done. Forgive me?

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