Hello everyone! Thank you so much for clicking onto this story and giving it a chance!

So I was given a prompt on tumblr and have finally gotten around to it. Sorry it has taken me so long but I really wanted to finish Before They Were Famousbefore jumping into a new one.

Unfortunately captain-ally is really busy at the moment and it isn't fair for me to pile up my things on her so this has no beta. All mistakes are my own and I apologize for that.

Prompt from eternityforklaine21: Could you write one where Burt isn't happy about Kurt being gay.. Kurts been dating Blaine for a few years. Blaines 20 in college and Kurts 18. One day Burts drunk and tells Kurt he prefers Finn and Kurt isn't good enough etc and hits Kurt. Kurt leaves in the middle of the night, and moves in with Blaine and Blaines roomates?(Niff). The hummel house catches fire and they think Kurt died. Burt Carole and Finn and upset for treating Kurt how they did. Cue 5 years later when Klaine are famous and they see them on TV? None of ND got famous?:)

I really hope that everyone enjoys (especially eternityforklaine21) and again, I apologize for any mistakes that within.

Perfection

1: Don't ever look back

Kurt had always known that his dad was uncomfortable with him being gay, never quite able to get his head around it. He had been trying, but there were times where he lapsed and made hurtful comments directed at the gay community.

Directed at Kurt.

When he had met Blaine, the first openly gay boy in Ohio he had met who also happened to be gorgeous, he finally had someone to talk to. Blaine was a few years older than himself but it hadn't stopped the two from striking up a friendship which had quickly developed into romance. It was through Blaine that Kurt met several other openly gay boys who became good friends.

Burt knew of course, Kurt had told him in the hopes that Burt would become more understanding and try harder and see that it was okay that he preferred boys over girls. For a while, it had been okay. Burt had been distracted by his blossoming romance with Carol and possibly gaining a new- and straight- son Finn. The two Hummel men were doing their own thing and it worked.

For a while.

Blaine, along with his friends, were graduating and moving to New York to attend collage while Kurt would still be stuck in Ohio. For the first time in a long time, Kurt felt alone. He couldn't speak to his dad- not about the boy he loved moving away- nor could he talk to his friends. Most of them were a bit iffy about him having an older boyfriend- except for Santana and Puck who looked at him approvingly.

"I'm never letting you go," Blaine promised one evening. The two had been curled up on his bed, attempting to pack up his belongings he would be needed but getting distracted by the fact they had little time together left. "Long distance is hard but Kurt I love you."

"I love you too," Kurt had promised back tearfully. "I'll never say goodbye to you."

Blaine stroked his cheek adoringly, wiping away a stray tear. "You won't have too."

It had been a tearful goodbye on both parts at Blaine's house. Kurt had bruises for several days after the hug Blaine had given him. Although he was miserable Kurt was determine not to let the best thing that ever happened to him slip away.

He hadn't.

Kurt was now seeing the last of his days at McKinley and Blaine was finishing up his second year at collage and still they were going strong. Both were getting giddy with excitement. As soon as Kurt graduated he was on a plane to New York. They had discussed it time and time again, both agreeing that Kurt would come live with Blaine and his two roommates Nick and Jeff.

That was the plan but things in life never go the way we imagine and life had a sick fascination in watching Kurt be miserable.

Kurt wrinkled his nose as he watched his dad down yet another beer while watching the game. Burt had been drinking steadily since Kurt had gotten home late that evening and was still going. Kurt was attempting to do homework at the table but the sound of his father yelling loudly at the TV was enough to let him get nothing done.

A break in the game came and Kurt looked up to see his father shuffle in, looking a tad unsteady on his feet.

"Good game?" Kurt asked as Burt walked into the kitchen.

Burt grabbed another beer from the fridge and shuffled back out. "It is. I don't expect a sissy like you to care."

Kurt froze with shock, his pen hanging loosely from his hand. "Dad?" He was unable to keep the hurt out of his voice. Burt was always taking a subtle jab here and there but never had he outright been mean to Kurt about being gay.

"Oh don't give me that," Burt grunted at Kurt's wounded look. "You fags are useless when it comes to doing anything. Had one come into the shop today and he was flippin' out over getting oil on his skin." His eyes raked over Kurt's flawless skin and watched his son swallow, his eyes shining. "Can't even hear criticism without tearing up. You don't like girls but you sure do act like one."

Kurt choked back a sob as his father continued. His arms wrapped around his waist and a tear rolled down his cheek in betrayal.

"Why do you have to be such a fag?" Burt asked, getting more and more worked up as his continued. "Just looking at you, knowing what you are. Why couldn't you be more like Finn huh? Now he's the son I wanted. Your mum thought you would be okay and she was fine with it but she didn't live to see you like this. A disappointment."

Kurt couldn't stop the flood of tears and began to sob. He had been bullied at school, threatened, been called every foul name under the sun but this was so much worse than he had ever endured.

"Oh stop being suck a girl," Burt growled.

Kurt let out a scream as Burt grabbed his shoulder and started shaking him, his face up close. Kurt could smell the stale beer on his breath and nearly gagged.

"Shut up Kurt. It's about time you started acting like a man. Stop being such a fag."

Kurt tried to get out of his father's iron grip. He wriggled, nearly knocking over his seat but Burt growled and gripped harder.

"Stop it Kurt," he snapped. "You're not a child. Why can't you just be normal? Why can't you be like Finn?"

The hand came out of nowhere, beating him across the cheek. The sound it made, the clash of skin on skin, was enough to make them both freeze. Kurt looked at his father with horrified eyes while Burt was looking at his own fist as if it was the first time he was seeing it. Slowly, he looked to his son who cowered on the seat.

Burt swallowed heavily. "Kurt-"

The sound of Carol's car pulling up and the slamming of their doors brought them both back to reality. Kurt bolted like a frightened rabbit, leaving his school books behind. He didn't stop until he was in his room and locked the door behind him.

He could hear Carol greeting her husband and Finn's lumbering footsteps coming up the stairs. Feeling sick Kurt rushed to his bathroom and shut the door quietly behind him. He knees gave out and he slid to the floor, hands pressed against his mouth tightly to stop the sobs that would not stop coming.

His father, the man who was supposed to love and support him, had hit him. In all his wildest dreams Kurt had never expected this from his father. He felt light headed and crawled to the toilet, sobbing painfully and threw up.

When there was nothing left in his stomach he sunk weakly against the ground and whimpered. His cheek was still throbbing and Kurt had no doubt that a bruise was already forming. He felt dirty, the words his father used clinging to him tightly, refusing to let go.

The overwhelming feeling of need to be clean took over and Kurt stripped out of his close and jumped in the shower. He shivered, his whole body feeling weak as he scrubbed his skin nearly red. His sobs were echoing around the bathroom and he tried to contain them but the thought of his loving boyfriend Blaine made him crumble.

"Kurt?" Carol's soft, concerned voice floated into the bathroom but he refused to answer. "Honey, your dad said you weren't feeling well. You okay?"

Kurt shut off the water and quickly wrapped himself in a towel. "Fine!" he called back, drying himself quickly. He looked in the mirror and his eyes widened with horror. Already a black and purple bruise was forming around his eyes and across his cheekbone.

"Do you need anything?" Carol continued.

"No, I'm just going to sleep it off," Kurt called back, hoping she couldn't detect the waver in his voice.

"Okay," she sounded unsure. "Just ask if you need anything."

Kurt waited until he could hear her footsteps moving away before springing into action. There was no time to waste.

It was one o'clock in the morning and the house was deadly quiet. Kurt had been waiting for the perfect time to sneak out and it had come. While Finn, Carol and Burt had been eating dinner Kurt had been packing. Folding all the clothes he could fit into a suitcase, along with some items that he could not live without, he had packed up his life.

Kurt could handle the bullying at school, he had been dealing with that all his life. The one thing he could not handle though was being abused by Burt. As far as Kurt was concerned Burt was no longer his father, he hadn't been the moment he called him a fag. Clenching his teeth against the onslaught of emotions, he tiptoed out of his room. It took him longer than he expected to get out of the house silently, but thankfully nobody had woken up. When he got the drive way he took one last look at what had been his home and started down the street.

He walked until he reached the main road where a bus- thanks to his research- would be coming soon that drove all the way out to the bus depot where he could buy a bus ticket to New York. As he approached the bus stop he noticed that he wasn't alone. There was man waiting there, slumped against the only seat. He looked at Kurt as he approached but said nothing. Kurt hovered at the edge of the bus stop and looked anywhere but at the man.

His timing had been perfect and the bus rolled up, coming to a stop. The man got on first while Kurt heaved his suitcase on after him and took the nearest seat he could find. The bus jolted into motion and they were away. Kurt's stomach churned loudly at the thought that he was escaping and he could hardly believe it.

Kurt pulled out his phone and brought up his speed dial number one. He clung to the phone desperately, counting each ring and hoping.

"Kurt? Baby?" Blaine tired, slurred voice filtered into his ear and Kurt tried not to sob out loud. "What are you doing up so late? Is everything okay?"

"Blaine," Kurt whispered hoarsely.

"Baby, what happened?" Blaine demanded, sounding much more awake.

Kurt cried quietly, bringing his knees up and wrapping a free arm around them tightly.

As the first bus left Ohio, bound to New York, an orange flame engulfed the Hummel home, three occupants watching it burn to the ground with anguish as fire fighters worked to put out the flame. They could only watch as their lives changed for ever and lose a member of their family in the fire.

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