Come What May (Klaine fanfic)

Chapter 3

A/N: this chapter has a lot of violence in it. sorry but i'm still setting the mood for the story and it goes into this part.

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"Blaine will you come here please?" my father asked me.

I put my phone down and slowly walked down the steps to where he was sitting.

"Yeah Dad?" I said, plopping down on the couch.

"It has been brought to my attention that you have been seeing a young man by the name of Kurt," he said each word slow and meticulous.

"Who told you that?" I asked nervous.

My father does not approve of me being gay. I understand his reasons, but I can't help that I like boys and the name on my arm happens to be a dude. His reasons are that he raised a boy who is supposed to like girls. It has been said that he tried to get the doctors who delievered me, to change the name on my arm to a female name. He hates that I'm gay and I hate that he hates that. 

He has no clue that I have a boyfriend but that I have been spending loads of time with a boy. My father would bust a blood vessel if he found out I was in a relationship with a boy, let alone Kurt because of his openness.

"Are you denying it?"

"Dad, who told you?" I asked again. This was a huge deal because nobody knows about Kurt and I at Dalton except Nick and Jeff and they knew not to tell my father. I wonder if it was....no he wouldn't tell..., but then again yes he would. Cooper.

"Blaine, I'm going to ask you again. Are you seeing a young man named Kurt?" he got up and was standing directly in front of me.

I could see the anger in his eyes and smell the booze on his breath. This was not about to end well.

Before I answered I jumped behind the couch. "Yes Dad, yes I am. Its more than that, Kurt's my boyfriend."

My father lunged at me with his hand open and slapped me. It stung. "Shit!"

"Watch your mouth!" he spat.

"You can slap me but I can't verbelly react? Hell naw," I was furious. I wanted to jump across the couch and beat his ass, but he's my dad.

He lunged again and this time he pushed me and I flew back and smacked my back on the edge of the steps. "Shit!"

"Dad stop!" I yelled trying to back my way up the steps but it hurt too bad.

He grabbed me by my foot and dragged me back down making my head hit every single step. When I reached the bottom I was done with this shit and I fought back. Yes, I Blaine Anderson gay boy can fight. 

Since I was bullied endlessly when I came out in eighth grade, my mom signed me up for boxing and karate lessons. I was nobody's bitch and I certanly wasn't my father's bitch. I kicked him hard with my free leg and he flew back a few feet.

I was able to turn around and run up the steps but he grabbed my foot again, dragging me down. My chin hitting the steps as I came down, making my teeth cut into my lips. I managed to kick him again and I ran faster up the steps to my room.

Yes, I made it! Once in my room, I locked the door and grabbed my phone. Should I call Kurt first or 911? 911!

911 operator: 911 what's your emergency?

Me: My father is trying to beat me!

911 operator: Okay, sir calm down

Me: Calm down?! Lady my mouth is bleeding perfusly because he just dragged me down the steps by my foot while I was on my stomach. He pushed me against the steps, I think I have a bruise on my back!

911 operator: Sir what is your name and address?

Me: Blaine Anderson. 5698 Westlake Rd.

"Open this damn door Blaine!" my father shouted as he banged hard on my bedroom door.

Me: Dad get your life and go to sleep, you're drunk!

911 operator: Sir someone is on their way now.

Me: Okay thank you so much.

I hung up with them and quickly called Kurt.

He answered on the first ring, "Hey babe."

"Kurt my dad is attacking me!" I shouted in the phone.

"I'm on my way," he said in a panic. Before I could protest he had already hung up.

"BOOM" I looked up and my door had a big ass hole in it and my dad was coming through it.

He came at me, grabbed my by my neck and threw me against my closet door which had a mirror on it. Glass went every where including my back.

I managed to get up and charge him back, knocking him down. While he was down, i quickly unlocked my door and ran down the steps and out the front door. It was the middle of the night on a school night so everybody was in their houses sleep. Except me. 

I stood outside waiting on the police and Kurt to arrive. Kurt arrived first and I felt so bad that he had to see me like this.

"Oh my God Blaine," he said running to me. He grabbed me in a hug but quickly released me and started to back away from me.

I slowly turned around and saw my father standing in the doorway with a shot gun. I backed away from the house and then 'POP, POP!' I was shot in the shoulder. I was soon on the ground looking up. Kurt was nowhere to be found. 

I painfully rolled over to my stomach and saw Kurt lying on the ground a few feet away from me. I crawled over to him and saw that he had been shot too. The bullet that hit me, hit him too.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," I whispered in his ear.

He looked at me, tears in his eyes and smiled. "Come what may Blaine."

He put his arms around me and held me close to him. His heart was racing and his breathing was shallow. Then we heard the sirens and more gun shots. The last thing I remember before losing conciousness was lots of heavy footsteps going towards my house.