I do not own Glee or the song 'Beautiful' by Christina Aguilera.

Once they were situated on Blaine's bed back at the house (Blaine's parents were thankfully out), Kurt took his boyfriend's hand in his, gazing intently to the other boy's eyes. Blaine stayed silent, lying back as he closed his eyes. "Blaine," Kurt whispered, slightly worried by the other teen's stubborn silence. "What happened?"

"Well," Blaine answered, keeping his eyes shut. "Everything went fine until they asked why I thought my parents were doing this to me. I told them the most likely reason was because I didn't agree with my parents' views on everything. Just trying to be vague, not give them a reason to become biased, you know?" Kurt nodded, not sure where the story was going. "After about ten or so minutes, they flat out asked me if I was gay. I told them that it seemed irrelevant to the fact that I was being abused." He sighed and turned on his side, facing away from Kurt, pulling his hand out of his boyfriend's grasp.

"Blaine?" No answer. Kurt set a hand on the older teen's side, causing him to flinch away. When he did, however, his shirt slid up slightly, revealing a purple-ish black mark on the tan skin. "Take your shirt off," Kurt demanded, his mind thrusting itself into overload as he tried to figure out how the boy next to him had received the fresh injuries.

Blaine turned to look at him, one eye opened. "Is now really the time for that?" He tried to joke, but it fell flat as he took in the worried expression on Kurt's face. With a heavy sigh he sat up, pulling the t-shirt over his head.

Kurt gasped. Blue, green, black, scarlet, and purple blotches covered his boyfriend's torso. Gulping slightly, Kurt traced his fingers lightly over the bruises, tears journeying down his face. He tore his gaze away from the horrendous sight to look at Blaine, who had his own gaze averted, a few tears trickling from his own eyes as well. "What happened?"

Blaine shook his head, his lower lip trembling slightly. Kurt would swear he heard the sound of his own heart cracking right then as his lover fell apart in the worse way possible in front of him. He gently pulled Blaine into his arms, where Blaine promptly started sobbing on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt rubbed his back soothingly, trying to ignore the rough textures of the scars beneath his fingertips.

After what seemed like hours, Blaine's eyes were dry from the lack of fluid in his body to keep making tears. He peeled himself away from Kurt, eyes swollen and face flushed. "I-," his voice cracked as he attempted to speak. "I think adults are worse with homophobia because they're better at masking it."

"The officers?" Kurt asked, horrified at the thought.

Blaine nodded miserably, laying back down, arms wrapped around his sides. "Worst thing in this case is…" he trailed off, coughing weakly in attempts to get in voice back."…is there's no one to report them to. And even if I attempted, who's going to believe the gay kid against the word of a police force?" For that, Kurt had no answer. Blaine turned on his side, once again facing away from his boyfriend. Silence hung in the air, the countertenor desperately searching for the words to make the situation better. Ever since Kurt had met the other boy, Blaine had always been the one to help people cope with their problems, not the other way around. "Kurt?" Blaine whispered, breaking Kurt out of his mental quest.

"Yes?" Kurt looked toward his boyfriend, noticing Blaine was facing him again.

"Will you sing to me, please?" Blaine asked, his calloused fingers tracing patterns over the back of Kurt's hand, glancing up at him with tear-stained eyes that begged him to prove that there was still something good in the world.

Kurt nodded, flipping through his mental song book, trying to think of a suitable song. Finally, he settled on an old favorite, hoping Blaine would like it.

"Every day is so wonderful,

Then suddenly,

it's hard to breathe.

Now and then, I get insecure

From all the pain.

I'm so ashamed."

Kurt brought a hand up to lazily run his fingers through Blaine's hair as he sang, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

"I am beautiful, no matter what they say.

Words can't bring me down.

I am beautiful, in every single way.

Yes, words can't bring me down.

So don't you bring me down today."

Kurt hummed the melody of the small breaking, twirling one of Blaine's curls around his index finger, smiling slightly.

"To all your friends, you're delirious.

So consumed, in all your doom.

Trying hard to fill the emptiness.

The pieces gone,

Left the puzzle undone…

Is that the way it is?"

Kurt brought his hand down, tilting Blaine's head so he was looking right into those gorgeous hazel eyes.

"You are beautiful, no matter what they say.

Words can't bring you down.

You are beautiful, in every single way.

Yes, words can't bring you down…"

Kurt trailed off, looking at Blaine expectedly. The older teen smiled slightly, finishing where his boyfriend left off. "So don't you bring me down today." Blaine sat up again, bringing his hand up to brush Kurt's hair out of his face. "Thank you," he stated simply as he kissed Kurt, pouring every emotion he felt that had anything to do with that boy, happiness, gratitude, love, security, hope, into that one kiss, trying to convey everything he didn't have the words to say at that point.

As they broke apart, blue met hazel, causing both boys to smile. "You're welcome," Kurt replied, running his fingers through the curls atop Blaine's head.

A/N: Short chapter, I know, but that just seemed like a good place to end it. Sorry it took over a month to get this posted, but college and high school and online courses and life in general caught up with me.

As for what happened to Blaine, I do believe that it is realistic. I have nothing against any form of law enforcement, but I do know there are those out there who will abuse the justice system just because they know they can get away with it(like the small town I live in where police officers turn on the sirens in their car to get everyone out of their way so they can make it to the high school football game in time, not because there's something going on, but because they don't want to miss the game!)

If you don't like it or don't think it to be believable, I'm open to you expressing a different opinion, just please don't bash me for my view on the matter. Thanks. ~C.Y.R.