A/N: This chapter might be seen as a bit graphic, so if you have a problem with that - you may just want to skip to the bottom or over the chapter.

mentions of sex, rape, extreme violence

As Blaine shut the front door, he knew his dad was home. He could hear the shower running and the light steam rushing out from the open bathroom door. Blaine slumped against the door with a sad smile, it was just like normal, as if nothing had happened. He began walking slowly down the hall, peeling away layers one at a time until he was just outside the doorway. He could see George moving behind the curtain, there was a small opening in the curtain where he could slip in unnoticed and he took advantage of it.

Blaine stood behind George silently, just watching. George turned around after he felt the light touch of Blaine's finger tips against his back. Blaine nearly went weak in the knees at the smile George flashed at him, he couldn't believe that this man - the man he knew so well- would ever lie or treat him like he had. He leaped forward to throw his arms around the man, his face pressed tightly against the hollow of his neck. Blaine felt the tears rise fast, the heaviness in his chest grew until he had forgotten to breathe properly. The heat of his spilling tears out matched the heated water by infinite. The tears were only filled with regret and sadness over what he'd done to his father's future.

"Hey kid, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just Kurt. We - we had a fight because I missed you too much." Blaine whispered brokenly, not even trying to fake happiness, he pulled his face away to look at the man in the eye.

"I just want to be with you tonight." Blaine hesitated for a moment, and in a hushed voice he asked.

"Can you take care of me tonight, Daddy?"

They lay in bed, skin on skin and arms wrapped around each other with light kisses being the only sound to their ears. Blaine's eyes kept slipping closed, but he would shock himself awake. He wasn't going to spend his last moments with his dad sleeping. He looked to the alarm clock on the bedside table. The glowing lights have never hurt him so much. 7:34 am. They possibly only had a few more hours before the police decided to intrude upon their contentment. Blaine knew what he had to do. He turned back to the man beside him who was looking at him with an adoring look in his eyes.

"I need to tell you something."

"What is it, J?" The man murmured sleepily.

"You need to leave. Now. Go as far and fast as you can. We need to go, Daddy." Blaine pleaded.

"What are you talking about? Why? Does this have something to do with that punk?" George jolted out of bed, suddenly awake.

"They found out. I found out about everything, but I need you. You love me, right Daddy? Everything will be okay if we just leave now before the cops-"

"THE COPS? What did you do you little bastard? What'd you tell them!" George screamed as he got off the bed, standing enraged in the middle of the sat up quickly.

"Everything..I know I was Blaine, but that doesn't matter. As long as we have each other! We just need to go and it'll be fine!" Blaine pleaded trying to calm the angered man.

"Dad, I know you're mad...but please we need to go." Blaine whispered past the sobs that wanted to desperately release. He hated when George yelled, even more so when it was directed at him. The man moved toward the bed. Blaine extended his arms in front of him like a small child wanting to be held by their parent, parents who protected their children would immediately run to pick up the child, but George wasn't like that. Not now. He gently slid his hand into Blaine's curls and entangled them, then suddenly with a harsh tug he pulled Blaine off the bed by his hair. The boy screamed and tried to squirm from the man's grip.

"Please! I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry. Please. Please." Blaine repeated over and over, freely crying and pleading. He'd never seen George this angry.

"You're more trouble than you're worth. That was the last thing Blaine had heard before being knocked unconscious.

The first time he woke up was when they were in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. The EMT was flashing a light in his eyes, he tried to lift his arm to swat it away from his face, but his arm went from numb to the most painful thing he'd ever felt. His face twisted with pain as the medic reached over to increase the amount of painkiller that was going into Blaine's body.

"Hey sweetie, nice to see you awake. Can you tell me your name?" The woman was soft spoken with a bright smile.

"B-Bl" He tried to say his name, but croaked with a crackled voice.

"Oh dear, here, have a little water. That's normal for being choked, there will be a little pain for the first while." She spoke, Blaine sputtered on the water. Choked? He swallowed harshly through the pressure in his throat.

"Blaine. My name's Blaine." He whispered, he voice still gravely but it no longer came out crackled like an old stereo.

"Well, hello then Blaine, I'm Alex. You don't want to talk too much, we want to have some doctors go over you before you get the go ahead for anything..but sweetie, who did this to you? All we know is that your neighbor called in a domestic disturbance." The ambulance stop suddenly, must having reached the hospital.

"My - my...George. George Williams." Blaine whispered as he felt tears slip from the corners of his eyes, gliding down his cheek and onto the gurney.

"Okay, good job, Blaine. We'll tell the authorities while you're being looked after, okay?" Alex said with a soft voice before moving to the door to begin wheeling Blaine inside. He reached out and grabbed her arms with his good one, he grasped tightly and she looked back at him.

"Catch him. I want him caught."

The second time Blaine woke up was after his surgery. He'd been beaten so severely that there was internal bleeding, luckily it was easy to control. He awoke to another small light being flickered across his eyes. Blaine could barely see out of his left eye, he suspected it had swollen closed. He could feel the cast on his right arm, that explains why it had caused him so much pain in the ambulance. The doctor had given him some instructions about taking care of the cast and what he couldn't do with his arm for a certain amount of time, he'd barely absorbed it due to the numbness he was feeling from the painkillers. Once they began to ware off, his mind became less fuzzy.

"Where's Kurt? Coop? Where are they? Please. I want them here." He called to the nurse checking his vitals.

"Okay, Blaine. Could you tell me how I could contact them?" She replied, touching his shoulder gently to comfort him. He rattled off Kurt's cell number and told her that Kurt would be able to get a hold of his brother.

He hadn't been waiting 15 minutes when Kurt bust through his door with Cooper in tow. Blaine attempted to smile, but he had felt his lips begin to split painfully.

"Blaine, I'm so sorry." Cooper whispered as he moved toward the head of his hospital bed, he reached toward Blaine's curls but second guessed the safety behind the gesture. He didn't know what trauma Blaine had suffered other than the very obviously broken arm, bruises along his neck and his swollen eye. Cooper could only imagine what had happened when Blaine went back to that monster. Blaine reached for the water in front of him, taking a small sip so he could answer his brother.

"It's not your fault, Coop. None of it ever was. Not when I was taken, and not what happened to me while I was with him, okay? I love you, man. You're my big brother." Blaine spoke softly, reaching out with his three movable fingers on his right hand to hold Cooper's hand as the man smiled with tears on his cheeks.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, squirt." He replied softly before releasing the three fingers to settle in the chair next to the bed. Kurt was still standing stationary at the end of the bed, just staring at Blaine's injuries. His eyes focused in on the bruises along his neck, Blaine hadn't seen them yet - but he knew they must be pretty brutal in appearance.

"Do you still love him now, Blaine? After he tried to kill you?" Kurt asked gently, non-accusingly.

"No. I...I want him dead. I'll do whatever it takes now, I want him gone. Whether in prison or six feet in the ground." Blaine replied, voice now more confident as he spoke.

"He may have been nice sometimes, but now I know who he really is. I told him we need to run again, and he did this to me. He doesn't deserve to have me ever again."

"What'd he do, B?" Cooper asked with a noticeable sense of fear in his voice.

"According to the doctors I had a bit of internal bleeding, slight concussion, bruises everywhere and a broken arm. I got choked, I was knocked out so I don't remember any of it, and..um, they said I had been brutally raped while I was unconscious." Blaine rattled the diagnoses off on his fingers, only stuttering at the last disclosure because he knew it'd hurt both men to have to hear that sentence be spoken when it was referencing to him.

Cooper turned his head away to try to hide his tears. Bringing his fist up to his mouth to cover it. Kurt stood in shock, eyes fluttering widely and his mouth agape. Blaine bit his lip and looked up toward them with his one eye.

"I should've listened to you, Kurt. I'm sorry I didn't."

"Do not apologize! You've known him...for what you thought was your whole life. You're obviously going to trust him over me in that situation. Don't blame yourself for this. You didn't know he flip out and you'd be the target. Don't be sorry, Blaine." Kurt stated, taking Blaine's hand in his own and bringing it to his face and kissed it gently on the knuckles.

"You didn't know this would happen."

"I want to call mom." Blaine said with confidence.

"Blaine..after what you've been through, are you sure that's the greatest idea? Especially now that you're in the hospital?" Cooper asked, obviously thrown off by the boy's decision.

"She deserves to know. I can't just sneak around forever pretending that I don't know what I'm missing. Just...can we not tell her about me and him being..together like that?" Blaine asked, hoping that that part of the situation could be overlooked, at least until a later time. Cooper nodded with a sound of acknowledgment before standing up.

"Right now? She should be off work by now."

"Yes, please." With Blaine's answer, Cooper began to walk toward the door to make the phone call.

"Wait! Coop?"

The man turned to look at the younger boy in the hospital bed, he thought to himself that he'd never seen Blaine look that small even as a baby. He raised his eyebrows in question as to what the boy had wanted.

"Make sure to tell her I love her." Blaine stated with a small smile, his good eye gently crinkled at the movement. Cooper could only offer a watery smile in return before swiftly moving out the door and through the halls. Now it was time to break the news to his mother that her son was finally back home.