As If It Was Easy

Chapter 24

"What the- Jack!" Blaine yelled, immediately standing up from where he was.

"It's me! Your brother!" Jack smiled.

"My brother?! You are most definitely not my brother!!"

"Oh Blaine... Don't be that way..." John said, still faking his way through a smile.

"There's no way this is happening! I must be dreaming!" Blaine laughed. "I swear to God if you drugged me again!"

"Again?"

Johns eyes grew wide as he grit his teeth together. He put his hand on Blaine's shoulder and squeezed it so hard his knuckles turned white.

"Shut your mouth, son." He whispered.

There was silence. Maybe Blaine was on something. He almost snitched on his father. John was gonna get him back for that...

"Blaine?" His mother said.

"N-no..."

He suddenly felt sick. He didn't want to be in that room anymore. He wanted to run. He was living a lie. His mother watched his unsteady movements. It was silent untilJack broke it.

"So... Are we going to eat?"

"I made your bed, Blainey."

Blaine snapped his head back to his mother.

"I'm living here again?!" He exclaimed.

"Well... I thought you'd want to..." She whispered.

"You aren't innocent here, mom! You ran away for a long time and you keep doing so! Where are you going?!"

Jack, John, and Pam were shocked. While Blaine knew that was uncalled for, he felt it was true.

The his father stood, and walked closer to him. That really scared Blaine, especially when he noticed the wine bottle in his hand. Then again, when it smashed against his head.

He was losing his mind. His head was spinning. The world was spinning. Things were getting darker and darker until he could not longer see.

That's when he woke up. He screamed when he did so, eyes wide, and body tense. He didn't know where he was so his original instinct was to hide. He heard a small voice cone from behind him, but it was nothing compared to his annoyingly loud thoughts.

"Don't hurt me! I didn't do anything! I swear!"

Or maybe they were his actual voice... He closed his eyes once more, tighter than before. Someone's voice was still there, alarmed but sweet. Then someone's hands were on his shoulders. He flinched.

Then everything stopped. No movement or sound. He slowly opened one eye and then the other. He was in a bed. Blaine slowly looked behind him and found Kurt, who was looking tired, worried, and not fully awake.

"Blaine?"

He instantly became less worried. The voice was clear now. Blaine had somewhat come back to reality.

"Yes...?"

He shouldn't have answered. He remembered the dream in total as soon as he did, making his eyes grow wide, and his body tense up all over again.

"Hey, hey! What's wrong?"

He couldn't speak. He had the same sick feeling that he had in the dream. His mother ran away, his father hit him, he broke up with Kurt. That was, by far, the worst dream he'd ever had.

He began to realize he didn't know what was real and what was part of the dream. He figured they weren't broken up since they were literally sleeping in the same bed.

Still not answering Kurt, he quickly checked his phone. Sure enough, the same text message was there from his father. His mother wanted him to come home.

"Did Jack text again? Did your dad text?" Kurt was panicking at Blaine's lack of response.

"I-I..." Blaine felt humiliated when he choked over his words and further embarrassed when he felt wet streaks down his cheeks.

Kurt's expression softened and he pulled Blaine into a hug. He had no idea what had left Blaine so distraught, but clearly it wasn't something to be left alone.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Blaine slowly nodded, hating the childlike feeling Kurt's voice gave him. He felt like he was a five year old again, telling his parents he couldn't sleep only for John to shove him back to bed.

"Jack was my b-brother..." He stopped, feeling his body want to sob, but not allowing any more vulnerability. "My dad t-told mom I ran away a-and made me lie."

He tried to get control of the stutter, which was making him even more emotional.

"A-and then h-he got the bottle a-and..." he covered his mouth before he said too much.

Kurt watched his movements, knowing in that moment Blaine was hiding something.

"And what?" He urged.

Blaine wanted to tell Kurt more than anything but he was afraid of the danger it might put them in. His stupid dream was putting them in jeopardy.

"I can't..." Blaine whispered. "I-I just can't..."

Kurt was really worried now. The way Blaine voice shook, the way he was crying and holding back previous tears. It was becoming too much and he couldn't bear to see Blaine go through it.

"Please...?" Kurt prompted. "For me?"

He just wanted Blaine to let loose and stop being so closed off. He never seemed to fully relax. He told Kurt so much that night, but this one long term secret was keeping him from being himself.

Blaine was focusing on his breathing while Kurt massaged his shoulders. It took a minute, but Blaine eventually tried again. He needed to get it off his chest. He knew what the consequences would be, but he couldn't do nothing and wait for the next attack.

"My dad hit me."

He said it quickly, firmly, and without a stutter.