Title: Confrontation

Chapter: One

Author: Cyn

Summary: Blaine shows up at the Hummel-Hudson house beaten badly, but refuses to be taken to the hospital. Burt over hears a conversaton between Blaine and Kurt and decides to confront the man responsible for Blaine's injuries

Catergory: UA

Warning: Implied violence, but off camera, so to speak. Blaine's injuries are discussed, but not graphically. So, you have to use your imagination.

Disclaimer: Not real. Lies, I tell you. Complete and utter lies. ;)

Author's Notes: Constructive criticism always welcome. Flame on if you must, but I tend to be fire retardant. Besides, I don't offend easily and I usually just delete what I don't like anyway, so why waste time and energy.

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And now, on with the story. . .

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"Hey, bro." Finn said as he passed through the kitchen.

Kurt smiled and looked up from his textbook. "Hey, Finn. What's up?"

"Movie night." Finn said holding up a stack of about 4 or 5 DVDs. "Can you start the popcorn and grab the chips and stuff?"

"What's the magic word?" Kurt quipped.

"Now, damn it?" Finn asked with a shrug.

"Hey, hey, hey." Burt chuckled as he followed Finn into the kitchen. "That'll be enough of that."

Carole just smiled as she moved to the fridge and pulled out a tray of vegies and a couple of bowls of dip.

"Take these into the living room, please, Kurt, honey." She said handing them to Kurt.

"Sure thing." Kurt said taking the items from his step- mother without arguement and heading into the living room.

"Oh, yeah, be nice to my mom. I see how you are." Finn said. Kurt turned and stuck his tongue out at Finn. "Mom, he stuck his tongue out at me."

"Knock it off, you two." Burt said rolling his eyes.

"Yes sir." Finn and Kurt said in unison. Finn followed Kurt into the living room.

"I'm going to get more sodas out of the garage." Carole said. "I'll be right back." She smiled and kissed Burt lightly on the lips.

"Please, there are children present." Kurt said from the doorway covering his eyes with his hands.

"Wiseguy." Burt said playfully slapping at this son with the end of the dish towel. "Go help get the sodas out of the garage fridge."

"'kay." Kurt said. "Anything to get you two out of the same room."

Carole lead the way into the garage and over to the fridge. She turned toward the garage door and got ready to say something about forgetting to close it when she stopped abruptly and cocked her head to the side.

"Kurt." She said drawing his attention away from the fridge. "Isn't that Blaine's car?"

Kurt turned to see that it was indeed Blaine's car sitting half way on the driveway with the back of the car still in the street.

"Blaine?" Kurt said as he cautiously walked the driver's side window. "Blaine? Babe? Blaine?"

He knocked lightly on the window and Blaine turned toward the glass. Kurt gasped at what he saw. Blaine's right eye was swollen shut and his nose and lip were bleeding. Kurt heard Carole's shocked intake of breath behind him, but all he could think about was Blaine. He pulled on the door handle but it wouldn't open. The doors automatically locked when the car was in gear and Blaine would have to unlock them in order for Kurt to get in the car.

"Blaine?" Kurt turned to Carole. "Carole, get Dad, please, hurry."

Carole ran into the house only to return in a matter of seconds. Burt lead the way carrying his tool box. Carole trailed after Burt with a confused Finn bringing up the rear.

"Blaine, unlock the door." Kurt was close to panic now as he pounded on the window. "Blaine, sweetheart, Blaine, you have to unlock the door."

"Kurt." Burt pulled Kurt away from the car. "Move back." Burt opened his tool box pulling out a slim jim. "This should work, but if it doesn't we'll call 911. Finn get up next to the door to help support Blaine when the door opens."

"'Kay." Finn said moving to the door behind Burt without a second thought.

Burt tried to force the slim jim in to the door, but it wouldn't go. "Kurt, get the utility knife so's I can cut the weather stipping." Kurt didn't move at first. "Kurt?" Kurt looked up at his father. "I need my UT knife, son."

Kurt pulled himself away from the vision of his injured boyfriend leaning heavily against the window and reached into the box for the tool.

It was only about 30 seconds later - but to Kurt it felt like hours - when Burt got the door unlocked and pulled the door handle.

"Finn, when I open the door, I need you to hold Blaine so he won't fall out, okay?" Finn nodded.

Burt opened the door slowly and Finn caught hold of Blaine. Blaine moaned in pain causing Kurt to wince.

"Can you carry him inside, Finn?" Finn nodded. "Take him to the living room and lay him down on the sofa."

"I'll get the first aid kit." Carole said as she hurried inside behind Finn.

Kurt felt cemented to the ground staring at the car that was sitting with the driver's side door opened; the rearend still halfway out in the street.

"Come on, Son." Burt said pulling Kurt toward the house.

Once inside Kurt moved to kneel next to Blaine as he watched Carole access Blaine's conditon.

"I think he needs to go to the hospital." Carole said softly.

"No." Blaine said weakly grabbing at Carole's arms. "No hospital."

"Sweetheat, you're hurt and -"

"Please don't call the police." Blaine began to cry.

"Shh-sh-sh, it's okay, Sweetie." Carole said.

"Can't you call that doctor friend of yours, Frank, to come over here, hon?" Burt asked.

"Sure. I guess." Carole said as she headed to get her cell. "But, he may need x-rays, Burt."

"Just call up Frank, and if we need to get Blaine x-rays, we'll go from there." Burt said.

"Blaine, sweetie?" Kurt said wanting to touch Blaine and afraid to touch him. "Blaine, who did this to you?"

Blaine just shook his head but wouldn't say anything else.

"Frank is on his way." Carole said. "It took some convincing, but he said he'd check Blaine out and even get x-rays if needed without contacting the police for now."