As If It Was Easy

Chapter 6

Blaine was walking along the streets. He had no place to go. His suitcase in hand, he followed his feet. He wasn't sure where they were going, but he found it to be a blissful walk if you took out the part where he had no choice.

His breathing was jagged as he'd cried for the past hour. His fingers trailed over the cuts and bruises on his arms. Blaine's father had gotten position of a switchblade.

His gel was completely messed up and his curls flew all over the place. He began to wish he'd waited till daylight to tell his father. Now it was dark and he could barely see in front of him.

The gelled boy noticed there was one light on in a house closest to him. He practically ran to it. He saw in the window that it was Kurt's house!

And that's when he woke up.

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He snapped up from his nightmare. His T-shirt was drenched with sweat. Gasping for breath, he reached for his phone only to find out his arms stung like hell.

He stumbled to the bathroom in his house and saw himself. Bruised every which way after insisting to his father the impossible. He'd forgotten to clean his cuts and the makeup covering the rest was beginning to infect them.

As he cleaned the with tired eyes, he put together what had happened. He remembered his father had hit him over the head after he raised his voice a little to much. He remembered finding his way to his room, collapsing and....

Probably passing out. He started to smile. Yes, you read that correctly. Blaines father had done everything but kick him out! He still had a place to live, but it never truly sunk in that his son was gay and it never would... Because John had been drunk and Blaine would never try it again.

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Blaine hadn't focused on a single thing but his dream the next day. Kurt had tried to call him 7 times yesterday but he didn't respond back to a single one of them, knowing he'd end up putting Kurt in danger.

Sadly, he couldn't escape Kurt today. He was far too weak. He slid against his locker as the taller boy approached him. They were alone in the hall, not that Blaine would've been strong enough to care.

"Blaine, you didn't answer any of my calls! And where did you get all the cuts?" Kurt exclaimed.

Cuts?! Blaine panicked.

He quickly limped to the school bathrooms to apply more makeup. When Kurt saw this, he was dumbfounded. Blaine wearing makeup? No way. After lazily putting on more product, he flinched when he saw Kurt again.

"Forgot you were there..." he murmured.

"I didn't know you wore makeup..." Kurt says.

"You're not supposed to. Don't tell anyone else."

After passing out twice in the middle of class, he was sent home. For an unexplained reason, the school didn't have the number to any legal guardians.

Blaine tried walking home, but he grew weaker than he thought possible very quickly. He heard a voice a few seconds later. It sounded frantic, but it was muffled. Soon, Kurt came into view leaning over him. That's when he came back to reality.

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

There was a short silence before Blaine shook his head no. "I just have a lot on my mind..."

Kurt helped him up. After walking with him for about five minutes, Blaine spoke up. "Why are you out of class?"

"I might be skipping for the first time..."

"You can't do that, you have to go back-"

"No, Blaine. I'm fine, you aren't."

They made it to Kurt's house and Blaine flopped on the sofa. In the midst of wincing, he chuckled. "I always like you guys' couch more."

Kurt went to get materials for Blaine's wounds. "So... Are you going to tell me why you've got bruises on every inch of your body?" He called.

The gelled boy wasn't speaking. He held his head low.

"Blaine?"

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"I can't have a son like you! You'll ruin my life more than you already have! Go be something else!"

"It's not a choice dad! I already tried to steer away from it!"

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Tears.

Fear.

Pain.

It was all on the table when Kurt noticed. He quickly ran to Blaine's side. Blaine didn't even try to push Kurt away, he didn't want to. He knew what he wanted, he knew what he needed.

It wasn't up to his father. It was up to him. When Blaine looked up at Kurt, he could feel the sympathy. He knew Kurt cared more than anyone would for him, even his mother.

When Kurt hugged him, he was almost shocked. He didn't believe that someone like Kurt truly existed. He almost thought he was dreaming again because the embrace was one of the best things he'd ever encountered. When Kurt pulled away, Blaine looked away.

Kurt held an ice pack to the bruise closest to his eye. The smallest smile spread across his features. Blaine could tell Kurt if no one else, right?

"I'm gay..."

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When Puck found him the next day in school, he seemed to have mostly healed. He was in the locker room going to town on a punching bag.

"You good, dude?"

"Yeah..." He paused for a second as a result of being short of breath. "How's you and Zizes?"

"Hard..." Puck groaned, leaning against the lockers. "How about you and Kurt?"

Blaine immediately went back to the punching bag in an attempt to hide his blush. Puck saw right through it.

"Holy shit! You're in deep!" He smiled.

"Am not! We just..."

"You guys just... made out for hours under the moonlight?"

"No! He's just really good with.... emotions... and stuff..."

Puck laughed. "Emotions and stuff! Man, you are in deep shit, Blaine."

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