"Tell me what happened, son." Blaine shook his head and stared off into space all the while holding and ice pack on on the side of his face. Kurt's father, Burt, was sitting in front of him at Kurt's house at the dining room table. Elizabeth was trying to clean up the scratches on Blaine's face while Kurt was off to the side.
Kurt had brought Blaine over after the horrible encounter at Blaine's house. Burt had got Blaine a shirt to cover the bruises.Even though he still wouldn't talk, Kurt had an idea that his father had something to do with it since Mrs. Anderson was gone for work. To be honest, Kurt didn't like Blaine's dad, and not because he had called Kurt a faggot, what ever that was, he didn't like him because he was so mean. But he chose the smart thing and let Blaine tell his parents on his own time.
For the first, and hopefully the last time Kurt thought,he has seen true pain and fear in Blaine's eyes. He looked so hurt and scared, like he had no idea what to do. And they way he hugged Kurt. He'd thought he melted.
"Blaine please. Tell us what happened to you." Burt urged.
Blaine shook his head again, wincing slightly at the medicine Kurt's mother put on his open wounds. "I- ow- I can't"
"Why not?"
"I don't want him to get in trouble, or go to jail."
"Who, son?" Burt moved closer, fixing the cap on his head.
"Please, I don't want to talk about it." Blaine got up and started to walk out the door when Kurt stopped him.
"Where will you stay? I mean, something, or someone is hurting you at home." Kurt was now behind him staring at his curls. Blaine turned around, tears in his eyes.
"Yeah, I guess you are right. I can just stay outside or something."
"Nonsense," Kurt's mom interjected. "You can stay here!" Kurt's eyes went wide with joy, but Blaine only shook his head.
"I can't, but thank you for the offer."
"Oh, but you will. You can room with Kurt, or choose the guest room, it doesn't matter." Burt declared walking towards Blaine. He placed both hands on his shoulders and knelt to make their eyes connect. "You're a good kid," Blaine was looking off to the side. Burt said something that made him forcus to him. "From what I hear from Kurt." Blaine's eyes darted to make eye contact with Burt. Burt smileld " You tell us what happened to you, whenever you want, on your time." Burt got up and started to walk off, before he stopped and turned back around. "Oh, Blaine?"
"Sir?"
"Make yourself at home."
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Tragedy
FanfictionBlaine was a little boy that had no one to play with. His mom was always working and his dad was always abusive. When ten year old Blaine Anderson meets a kid at the park, he thinks everything will turn around. But, he doesn't really know him. Later...
