Wrong by anxioussquirrel

Angst || M Blaine gets really depressed in his senior year, with Kurt away in NY, and tries to take his own life. Heavy angst with a happy ending. WARNINGS: suicide attempt, depression, self-harm, vivid descriptions of blood.

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Chapter Two Chapter One -4- 12 -8-

Chapter Three Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Four

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Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten

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Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

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Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fifteen

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Chapter Fourteen Chapter Sixteen

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Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Nineteen

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Chapter Twenty-One Epilogue

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Chapter One
Tina's kind, pretty face looks worried as she approaches Blaine after everyone else has already left the pretending to be busy looking through his bag or sending a text. It's easier this way, when he can avoid It's almost as if his skin forgot the feeling. But it's only been three months, it couldn't have. Could it? yourself out there. I've never seen you so... I don't know. It's like you didn't even try." choir room in twos and threes, laughing and talking. He'd recently taken to waiting till everyone is gone, talking to people. That's what he wants, just not to be disturbed, shaken out of the silence inside. But today it won't work. Tina sits down on the chair facing him, touches his hand. It feels weird, to be touched. he fights it, his mask already on, brows raised questioningly. "And don't tell me it's fine. You weren't

"Blaine, what's going on with you?" Tina's voice is concerned, gentle. His throat tightens impossibly, but Blaine shrugs. The truth is, he didn't try. Why would he? He didn't need a solo; he just wanted to be left was honestly much better than the other boy, his voice deeper and clearer, his charisma natural. But today he just didn't care anymore. "I just didn't like the song." alone. Two months ago he'd have jumped at the chance and flattened that freshman he competed with

without even trying. Even last month he might have done his best and win what was rightfully his he

It's as good an answer as any, but Tina doesn't buy it. They are quite close, the shared experience of having boyfriends away in college naturally connecting, and it's not the only thing they have in common. now.

But still, she's not the kind of friend Kurt had been from the very beginning. Blaine has nobody that close "But Blaine, it's for Sectionals! You know as well as I do that Owen is good, but far from great. It's you again this year. We need every asset we have, and you're one of our best assets, Blaine!" He shrugs again. your voice, your stage presence we need to win this. Especially when we're up against Vocal Adrenaline

"Tell this to Mr. Schue. Singing background for every new member is apparently all I'm good for this semester." He gets up and takes his bag. "I have to go. See you tomorrow?" -4-

Tina takes his hand once more, stopping him, her eyes uncertain.

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"Blaine Are you sure you're all right? I know it's hard without Kurt here. I get it, you know I do. Maybe we could go out together again? See if there's anything good at the movies?" The forced smile hurts his face as he nods, the muscles out of practice. "I'm fine, Tina. And sure, Friday?" "Friday."

She lets him go, and as he walks to his car, the mask falls away, the numbness is back. The thought that Kurt would have realized, would have noticed his lie, sucks a little more color from the world.

Blaine doesn't know when it started. Didn't notice it, really. Everything has been normal, day after day Nothing really happened. He hasn't been bullied or attacked. His grades are excellent as ever. He hasn't Longing. Always longing.

school, Glee, homework, sleep. Sometimes, coffee or shopping with Tina. Talking with Kurt via Skype.

argued with his parents or anyone else. He's still well liked. Everything is fine. Maybe he'd become just a sophomores and juniors. Maybe his parents are even more absent, because "he's almost an adult now and details, nothing to lose sleep over.

background voice in Glee, while Mr. Schue constantly gave solos to the new voices, most of them can be trusted to take care of himself". Maybe Kurt has less time to talk and text lately. But these are So why did his world lose all its colors? And when did it happen? Have they bled out of his life little by window now. He has trouble remembering what it looked like in summer. little until nothing is left but drab grays? Everything looks like the November sky outside the kitchen

He's calmer, too. Quieter. Nothing moves him to the core lately, or makes him dance and laugh like crazy. Nothing really hurts, either, and it's good. No pain, no intense emotions. He's numb. -5-

He misses colors sometimes. Dreams of vivid blues and greens, and whites, of explosive splashes of

yellows, oranges, reds. It's always after he talks with Kurt right before going to bed in the morning, he

wakes up longing for the colors. And then he forgets. It doesn't happen all that often anyway. At first, in three times a week is plenty. He knows that the colors in his dreams they are Kurt. His boyfriend is what makes his life vivid and lush, always has. And he'll do it again, when he comes home for Christmas. They've just been talking, Kurt called enough. They've planned plenty for then.

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August, they were talking every night. But life is busy, especially in college, he knows that. Two, sometimes

to say he wouldn't be in Lima for Thanksgiving, can't afford the plane ticket. It's fine. Christmas is close Dicing a tomato for a salad to go with the chicken he's frying for his solitary dinner, Blaine imagines all the and suddenly Blaine doesn't feel alone and unimportant, and not good enough. It's breathtaking, things they'll get to do together once Kurt's here. Thinking of that beautiful smile and storm-colored eyes wave of happy anticipation. feels like warmth, like a rainbow. A whirlwind of colors and emotions, intensity and life. It envelops him,

And then, just as fast, it's punched out of him.

remembering what it's like to feel, to see properly. To live. His breath hitches as he's flooded by a rapid

Yes, he'll have ten days of this. But it's not a happy ending, not some kind of resolution that will save him from this purgatory. Kurt will be gone again, for more of the unbearable months. And Blaine will be back daze. He's been doing something. Cutting, yes. The tomato. He needs to cut the tomato. to just existing, step by step, every day worse than the last, no destination in sight, no reason to keep going. It feels like drowning now, gray waters of hopelessness flooding Blaine's lungs, his vision blurred by them, or maybe it's tears, he isn't sure. Something slips from his numb fingers and he looks at them in a sharp, all the knives in their kitchen are; his father takes care of that. Blaine raises it to eye level, the gleam of wet blade fascinating. Everything is dimmed and muted, only blood pounds in his ears insistently. Blood; vivid red of life, pulsing, oozing. now, his arms outstretched on his knees, staring at all the red around, mesmerized. It's beautiful as it flows, intense, alive, real. He's missed the colors so much, and it turns out they were inside him all along, beautiful. So overwhelming. -6-

The knife is still in Blaine's right hand and he looks at it curiously, as if he's seeing it for the first time. It's

He doesn't really know when he does it; doesn't even feel it. He just knows that he's sitting on the floor

he just had to let them out. Because now he can see the other ones as they flash before his eyes. So

It's getting colder, but it's okay. The red will warm him up. It always does in his dreams.

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Chapter Two
The phone rings just as the professor starts his lecture, earning Kurt an irritated glare. Apologizing, he fishes it out from his pocket, noticing Dad flashing on the display before switching it off. He told his father

class is not an option.

he'd call him about his Christmas flight plans this evening, why does he have to be so impatient? Sighing,

Kurt turns his mind back to the droning voice of the old man talking about the history of theater;

By the time Kurt remembers about his phone, it's been over three hours. He's sitting in a campus coffeehouse with a bunch of other freshmen relaxing after his last classes for the day, drinking excellent For the first time in his life Kurt is popular. His impeccable taste in fashion and all things aesthetic, group of friends intelligent, talented people who like him for who he is, not in spite of it. They have most fun school can be when you're accepted and liked for a change.

professor Donnaby is known for his impossibly detailed exam questions neglecting taking notes in his

mocha and talking animatedly with his roommate, Danny, and his girlfriend Emily. It's amazing how much

of their classes together and often meet for coffee afterwards. There's always someone to go shopping or hour roaming the city. He's even had a boy from his class crush on him and he can't deny it's flattering, even if uncomfortable, because come on, he's taken.

sightseeing with with so much to see in New York, even after three months Kurt spends his every free

undeniable musical talent and snarky wit are appreciated, not laughed at. Here at NYADA he found a

Kurt is pulling out his phone to show a picture of Blaine to Emily when he realizes he's never called his never been apart for so long before.

dad back. Hell, he hasn't even switched his phone back on yet. Not that it's anything important, probably. Except from the moment his phone lights up with a familiar picture of Blaine and him, it keeps beeping when he opens the first of two texts his father sent him, his heart rate rises sharply. Pick up, it's urgent The second one looks innocent, but scares him even more. -8-

All his father calls about recently is Christmas planning; Kurt suspects he just misses him. After all, they've 11 missed calls, all from his dad. The first tremors of anxiety shake Kurt's suddenly icy-cold hands and

Contents Call me. Now. Kurt's just about to press the call button when the phone lights up with an incoming call from his dad, and engaged in a friendly banter with Alexander, Kathy and Michelle are looking through a new issue of Vogue together, Victor's watching him again, trying to be subtle with his infatuation. Everything looks completely much yet. Something happened. Something bad. normal. But Kurt knows it isn't, that his world is about to change somehow, he just doesn't know how The second between accepting the call and pressing the phone to his ear stretches impossibly, and Kurt's maneuvering his way out of the caf, the bag on his shoulder, even as he asks breathlessly, he picks up with trembling fingers. Around him, life goes on as if nothing happened Danny and Emily are

"Dad, what happened?"

"Kurt, I think you should try to get on the earliest plane back here." his dorm.

The fact that his father doesn't even ask what took him so long speaks volumes of the state of his mind and oh, it must be bad. Kurt braces himself for the worst; is it Carole? Finn? The voice in the speaker is serious.

He's almost in a full panic by now, breath coming fast and shallow, legs feeling like jelly as he runs toward "Dad, what is it?"

"Blaine's in the hospital." And Kurt gasps; he hasn't even considered a blow from this direction. But it gets worse when his dad speaks on. "He tried to take his life."

The earliest possible flight Kurt can get on isn't until 5 am, so he spends some of the longest hours of his life, pacing the small dorm room back and forth, crying, panicking and raging in turns, while Danny is being a good friend trying to get him to calm down and think rationally. Of course, Kurt knows he can't do memories and images. anything more from here or speed up time, but nothing can turn down his mind, spinning with questions, -9-

Blaine. His beloved, beautiful Blaine, always smiling, singing, so full of energy. Blaine wanted to kill Contents himself. No, not just wanted. Tried. And Kurt knew nothing. He had no idea. He's gathered all the information he could since the first conversation with his dad. As soon as he found the flight and bought the ticket with his "emergencies only" credit card, he called his father back and

demanded to know everything. There wasn't much. Apparently, Mr. Schuester started the rehearsal today with news that they were one man down for Sectionals. Blaine's parents had called the school this morning to say that he was in the hospital after a suicide attempt. Of course, good old Schue considered it thinking about such indiscretion. How was Blaine supposed to go back there after something like this?

all right to reveal this to the students, so by tomorrow it would be a number one gossip. Kurt saw red just That is if he comes back at all. If he's even able to come back. The thought results in another bout of it would be all right, just letting him soak the shoulder of her sweater with tears. Because really, it may not be all right at all. He doesn't even know what Blaine did; how bad it was; how fast he was found and in what condition. He just knows he's alive. Or, he was, this morning. crying so heavy that Danny calls for reinforcements and soon Emily is there, hugging Kurt and not saying

When he called Tina earlier tonight, she was in tears. She tried to go see Blaine after school, driven by an overwhelming guilt that she hadn't seen it coming when she was right there, in classes and Glee with him, but they said it was family only. They wouldn't even tell her how he was, nothing. But she told Kurt one Wednesday evening. Two days ago. Two. Whole. Days. This was the last straw that broke Kurt entirely.

thing his father hadn't. It didn't just happen. Not this morning or last night. Blaine did whatever he did on came back to their room. After a long while of trying unsuccessfully to get Kurt to calm down even the

slightest bit, he went to his medicine cabinet and came back with some kind of pills, smelling strongly of valerian root. After a while, Kurt felt marginally calmer, enough to explain what happened and pack his bag. Danny was sincerely shocked and sympathetic, and has been trying his very best to help in every possible way since then, but Kurt knows he doesn't get it, not fully. beginning of Kurt's torment. Because on top of it, there's guilt. - 10 -

He spent the next hour on the floor in a fetal position, bawling. This was how Danny found him when he

It's not just the fact that the boy he loves tried to commit suicide and Kurt doesn't even know if he's fine right now, at least physically, or maybe dying. As crushing as these facts alone are, they are only the

Kurt is blaming himself for what happened. For never realizing that anything was wrong with Blaine. For Contents having less and less time for him, skipping their Skype dates to go out with friends or to see a show. For forgetting to text him goodnight a handful of times. For not trying harder to make enough money at the coffeeshop to be able to go home for Thanksgiving after all.

Thanksgiving. The word alone makes him feel like throwing up. The last time he spoke with Blaine, Kurt told him he wouldn't come home then. Regretfully, but calmly, he informed his boyfriend that he'd have to about Christmas, planned the time they'd get to spend together then. And Kurt should have known something was wrong, should have realized that such a reaction couldn't be genuine, that Blaine was wait another month to see him. And Blaine seemed all right with it, he was smiling and joking. They talked after this conversation, Blaine decided he didn't want to live anymore. Decided to die. pretending to be fine just to make him feel good. Because he wasn't fine. Because minutes or at most hours

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Chapter Three
believed that with a love like theirs, he would know instantly if anything bad ever happened to Blaine, just like Blaine would know the same about him. That he would feel it, because the emotional connection between them was so strong it was almost like telepathy sometimes. But he didn't. He didn't feel anything that Wednesday. After they'd ended their conversation, he changed soulmate felt bad enough to want to die? When he hurt himself with the intention to kill? When that night people probably fought to save his life? How could he not have felt anything? Some kind of signal anxiety, phantom pain, anything? Kurt always

and went to work. The afternoon and evening were uneventful. He felt calm and cheerful. He slept like a

baby that night, with no memorable dreams. How was that possible when states away his love, his This is the thing that Kurt keeps obsessing about all the way back to Columbus. It's as if his exhausted mind, unable to rest until he sees Blaine and knows that he's safe, clings to one chosen aspect of all this kind of feeling, some certainty in his heart that Blaine is alive. That he's fine. He finds none. overwhelming mess, because it's just too much. With every mile bringing him closer to his boyfriend, Kurt keeps listening intently to every signal his mind might be giving him, reaching out, searching for some

Kurt's father is waiting for him at the airport and even though they missed each other like crazy, there's just a short, tight hug, and then they're on their way. His dad's presence gives Kurt reassurance there's make everything in the whole world all right. How he'd love to still believe that.

something about having him close that conveys that warm feeling of everything will be fine, I'm here. It reminds Kurt of childhood, of times when he used to believe that parents were almighty, that they could Kurt's out of the car as soon as they stop in front of the hospital, running inside and to the reception desk. "Blaine Anderson he was brought here on Wednesday. Where will I find him?" longer. Finally, she taps a few buttons and asks.

The receptionist looks at him coolly and for the first time in ages Kurt doesn't even care that he must be a

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"Are you family?" "No, but-" "Then I'm sorry, I can't give you any information." "But I'm his boyfriend!" "Sorry."

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finally gives in to desperate tears that have been threatening him all the way here, just as his father enters the reception area after having parked the car. night, and so is his mother's. There's no one answering the landline at the Andersons' house. Kurt feels and vaguely realizes his head collided with something hard, before blacking out.

He tries to appeal to her even resorts to begging but it's a lost case. Kurt drops onto a nearby chair and

There's no hope left, no way to learn anything. Blaine's phone is switched off since Kurt first tried it last receptionist, but Kurt doesn't understand a word over the painful squeeze in his chest and loud pounding of his heart. He feels dizzy, can't get enough air despite gasping desperately for it. He hears a dull thump

like he's dying, drowning under a tsunami of despair. By the desk, his dad is speaking with the

When he comes to, he's lying in a small white room. His body feels weak, his head heavy, but it takes him only a moment to remember where he is and why. He sits up with a gasp and regrets it immediately as a spell of dizziness hits him. But it doesn't matter he can't lose time here, he needs to find a way to now can't be more than twenty-five. He's smiling. "How are you feeling?" "Fine, I'm fine. Just a little dizzy. What happened?" you juice and a sandwich." "Welcome back, Kurt." The doctor who enters the room some sort of an examination room, he can see

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Kurt has to think for a moment to remember. He skipped lunch yesterday and was going to eat a proper Contents dinner, but then the phone call came and eating hasn't been too high on his priority list since then. "Um, yesterday morning, I think."

"Okay, you're not leaving this room until you eat and drink what your father brings you. You look hyperventilated and passed out. Go home and get some rest. That's a doctor's order." The man smiles and winks, but then startles, seeing the tears starting to run down Kurt's cheeks again. have to know I need to at least know if he's alive." examination table, his face concerned. "If who's alive?"

exhausted too. And stressed, judging by that panic attack in the reception area. That's why you

"I I can't." The words are choked out as Kurt tries to suppress the sobs, feeling helpless and defeated. "I

He loses the battle and his shoulders shake violently as he cries harder. The doctor sits on the edge of the

one will tell me anything, because I'm not family, and his phone's off, and his mom's too and " The man holds up his hand. boyfriend?"

"B-b-blaine. My boyfriend." Just saying the name hurts and Kurt wraps his arms around his middle. "No

"Wait. Okay, calm down. Tell me more. Maybe I'll be able to help somehow. You came here to see your Kurt takes a deep, shuddering breath.

"Wednesday. S-suicide attempt. That's all I know."

"Easy breathe slow or you'll hyperventilate again. Do you know when he was admitted and why?"

"Yes. I only learned that he was here yesterday and I flew from New York just now, but "

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He's crying harder again, so he doesn't notice a flash in the doctor's eyes. But something in his voice as he speaks makes Kurt look up. "Blaine Anderson." "What's your boyfriend's name?"

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"All right, Kurt. Tell you what. I shouldn't disclose anything, but I've just been upstairs a moment ago and Blaine was one of the patients I visited." "So he's " Kurt gasps, a flow of relief taking his breath away.

"Alive, yes. And out of danger now. That's all I can tell you. But his mother's there with him. I could ask her to come talk to you if you want." Kurt could hug the doctor now. was killing me."

"Yes! Please. If you could. I'd be really, really grateful. I mean, I already am. Thank you. The uncertainty right as Kurt's dad enters the room. "Okay. Eat, drink your juice and wait here."

"Well, as a doctor, I couldn't allow that, could I?" The man smiles gently and gets up, clipboard in hand,

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Chapter Four
Mrs. Anderson's never really had a problem with Kurt. She may be a workaholic and often absent from Blaine's life, but unlike her husband, she's fine with him being gay and having a boyfriend. Whenever they father, and why so late?

spoke in the past, she's always been nothing but nice towards Kurt. That's what he doesn't understand

now, what he's been wondering since his dad's call yesterday why the hell didn't she contact him in the first place? Why did he have to learn this way through a complicated chain of Mr. Schue, Tina, and his That's the first question he asks her when she enters the small room, looking pale and exhausted, her eyes could have died during those two days before Kurt learned what happened, and he wouldn't have known. "Why? Why didn't you call me as soon as it happened?" "Kurt. What are you doing here?"

It makes Kurt so angry that he wants to scream. But he doesn't; instead, he just asks, incredulous. She looks at him as if she saw a ghost, her face becoming tense and weary quickly.

bloodshot. It sounds like an accusation, tumbling from his lips, and maybe that's exactly what it is. Blaine

"I flew from New York as soon as I heard Blaine's here, of course; what else could I be doing here?" looks confused. "What ?"

He doesn't realize he's raising his voice until his dad lays a calming hand on his forearm. Blaine's mom "Wait, but Didn't you two break up?"

Kurt's so shocked - and terrified, frankly that he starts hyperventilating again, tightness in his chest returning. He makes conscious effort to calm his breathing down passing out again is out of the question. Mrs. Anderson looks at him with widening eyes, her hand jumping up to cover her mouth. "Oh god, you didn't I assumed We thought God, I'm sorry, Kurt. I'm so sorry. We assumed that's why - 16 -

he did this. He's been talking about you so little recently, and getting sad so often I thought you two had

She slides down to sit on a chair and Kurt doesn't have it in him to hold a grudge. He just needs to know at last how bad it all is, what actually happened. "How is he? What did he do? Is it going to be all right? Please, tell me. I just know that he tried to tried"

trouble because of the distance, that you broke up. And Blaine didn't leave any note, didn't say anything, so it seemed to be the most logical explanation and I'm sorry, you must be worried sick!"

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He can't say the words, they keep getting stuck in his throat, choking him, but she nods.

"Blaine, he He cut. His wrists. It was bad for a while; if he'd been found a couple of minutes later, it would have been too late. It looks like he didn't plan it, he must have been in the middle of making dinner, because the pan was still on the stove. The fire alarm went off and when firefighters arrived, they found just says that he's sorry. He's still under suicide watch now." him in a a pool of blood on the floor." Her voice breaks on the last words as she starts crying, but goes on. "He should be fine in a couple of days, physically, although there may be some damage to the nerves in his hand, we won't know until later. But mentally he won't talk, Kurt. He refuses to talk about any of this,

in the first place. His heart feels like it's ripping out of his chest in its pull to go to the boy he loves. Mrs. Anderson nods. "I don't care." "Of course. Just it looks bad, Kurt. Scary. You need to know this."

"Can I see him?" Kurt asks, breathless, because now that he finally knows, he needs this so much it hurts. His instinct is to help, soothe, make it better, even though or maybe especially since he blames himself

"You will when you see. But sure, come with me. I'll tell the nurses there you're allowed to visit." It does looks bad. It looks terrifying.

Kurt thought he was prepared. He expected to see the bandages around Blaine's wrists and the IVs quietly, steadily in the corner by the bed. Or Blaine's paper-white, almost translucent skin and deep, dark - 17 -

dripping meds or blood into his boyfriend's veins. What he didn't expect was the heart monitor beeping

checking on him every hour", Blaine's mom explains quickly).

The whimper that escapes Kurt's mouth can only be contained by biting on his lip, so hard he can immediately feel the coppery taste of blood on his tongue. He sways a little, overwhelmed by shock and emotions, and Mrs. Anderson lays a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Are you all right? Still sure you want to do this?" Kurt nods fervently. "Yes, I was just Yeah, I'll be fine. Can I " and go grab a coffee in the cafeteria if you don't mind." "Of course I don't."

can't do the actual non-stop watch here, so it's a way of making sure he won't hurt himself again while

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"Of course. Go in. He's exhausted and weak because of the blood loss, so he's still sliding in and out of

consciousness, but they say it's normal at this point. Go, sit with him if you want to, I'll talk to the nurses

rare state of complete mess. Kurt looked at himself in the elevator mirror on the way here. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Kurt's actually deeply thankful for the chance to be alone with Blaine for a moment, and he suspects she knows it. He needs to re-center himself somehow, to get his grip before Blaine wakes up. Seeing Kurt so freaked out would be anything but good for him. It's enough that he'll see him pale, exhausted and in a

he deserves. It's all his fault. And to think that he was getting mad at Blaine on Thursday evening for not a smile to summon on his face. He has no idea if he succeeds because the next second Blaine's eyes widen and Kurt is drowning in the amber depths like he always does, except more, because everything about Blaine is more now, after over twelve hours of not knowing if he's dead or alive. - 18 answering his calls or texts. He wants to kick himself now. For this, and so many other things.

It takes him good ten minutes and three mini-breakdowns before he feels like he has any semblance of

control over his emotions. Blaine's still asleep, but every glance at his drawn face or his beautiful, strong

hands, now all bruised from the needles, hurts like a knife stab. Kurt doesn't mind the pain that's what

Blaine stirs beside him, his eyes opening slowly, and Kurt tries with all his might to find even a shadow of

Kurt touches the bruised hand gently, curls his fingers to hold it delicately like he would a baby bird fallen from the nest, and doesn't even try to stop the tears that sting his eyes.

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"Blaine." He wants to say so much more how scared he was, how terrified to lose him. How happy he is that Blaine's alive, that he failed at this particular thing when he usually succeeds at everything he tries. apologize, again and again, for being a bad boyfriend, and beg for forgiveness even though he doesn't deserve it. He can't, though. Words won't squeeze through his tightened throat. His voice, rough and barely audible. "Kurt. I'm so sorry." Kurt doesn't know what reaction he expected from Blaine. Relief? Anger? Blame? Whatever it was, he's He wants to tell him how much he loves him; beg Blaine never to do this again. Most of all, he wants to

sure it was nothing like he gets now. A world of pain in Blaine's eyes. His hand moving away from Kurt's. speaks, quiet but clear. "Please, go. I can't talk to you. Go."

Mrs. Anderson appears in the doorway just as Blaine closes his eyes, turns his head away from Kurt and

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Chapter Five
Blaine keeps his eyes shut, his mouth mute and his hand as far away as the straps allow for the minute or so while Kurt's stunned pleading turns into silence. He almost breaks when he hears the choked I love you filled with tears that he promised himself once he'd never be the cause of. Still, he holds on, even as painful in its familiarity, and his mother calling out after Kurt, following him to offer the comfort Blaine should be able to give. Which he can't give anymore. He lost this privilege the minute he took that knife to his veins. return. Well, congratulations.

something inside him dies a little bit more. He waits for the footsteps, and they finally come, stumbling at

first, hesitant, and then quickening into a run as they move further away. He can hear a stifled sob, so

As soon as Blaine regained consciousness enough to realize what he'd done, enough to think clearly, he knew. He'd finally screwed up like he'd been sure he would, eventually. He'd moved behind the point of no He'd always known, ever since he was a child, that there was something wrong with him, something small, part of him that didn't give in to that, hope that kept growing in the cracks and refused to die. And when it his care, his friendship, his love. He came and saved him.

invisible, that made him faulty, deficient, not good enough. Never good enough. But there was a stubborn

started to wither at last, under cruel words and vicious blows, and then a uniform that promised safety

but took away most of what made him himself there came Kurt with his enormous faith in Blaine, with With Kurt, hope grew and bloomed. With Kurt, Blaine finally felt good enough, just right. When they were together, he could start to accept who he was and to believe that he was special, not wrong. Kurt made problems; he gave him strength to face them himself. everything brighter and more colorful; made Blaine feel more alive than ever. He didn't solve Blaine's And then Kurt was gone, and with time that strength began to waver. Criticism cut deeper, ignorance hit could get to that boy cutting a tomato in an empty kitchen and tell him it wasn't bad at all. It was hard and enough. He is screwed up. harder. The world was darker. But if Blaine thought that what he felt before was bad, well He wishes he hope then, still an end to that ordeal in sight endless months away, but there. Now he can't lie to himself any longer, feed the hope when he knows it's fake and unfounded. He is wrong and weak and not good - 20 -

numbing and painful. But it was infinitely better compared to where Blaine is now. Because there was still

He's never considered suicide. Honestly, he believed that it's choosing an easy way out, the road only the Contents weak take; that there's always, always some other, better way. That he'd rather live a minute at a time, fight day after day, no matter the situation, than kill himself, because there's always hope. a minute and thinking what it would do to Kurt, to his family and friends. Well, so much for that. He's never considered it. He just did it, without planning to or even stopping for half said aloud, but always implied. Just like nearly everyone at his middle school and his first high school told him all too often. He should do everyone a favor and go kill himself, they said. Surprise, he tried. He failed at that too. He'll never do it again. Blaine saw Kurt's eyes today; saw the exhaustion, the worry, the pain; dark shadows etched deep into suddenly too pale skin; his trembling hands. He could never do this again to the boy he loves more than afford it, and it would be so easy and so wonderful to just hide in Kurt's arms and believe he's safe. He failed everyone. He's a failure weak and untrustworthy, selfish, a coward. Just like his father never

he's ever loved anything or anyone else. He's hoped stupidly that Kurt would never know what he did, that somehow he'd never hear about it. But he did, of course, and he came to see him even though he couldn't Because if he does, he won't be able to stop himself. He'll break down and sob, and tell Kurt how much he life. But that's just it. Blaine had time to think about it and he knows without a doubt that he can't do this. loves him, again and again. He'll beg him to stay and help him. And Blaine loves Kurt too much to ruin his

Kurt deserves everything that is best in this world. A wonderful college experience like he's been having who will love him, worship him and make him happy every day; someone strong and courageous and perfect. Someone who deserves to be with Kurt. Someone who isn't a screw-up, a failure, all wrong. Someone who isn't Blaine.

the last three months, new friends, a career, fame and happiness. And a perfect relationship with someone

Kurt feels numb, empty. It's unreal, Blaine's hand moving away from his, Blaine's words. Go. Please, go. It's - 21 -

like a bad dream, all of this, and he desperately wants to wake up, but he just feels detached instead, watching himself pleading with Blaine, begging him to talk, to even look at Kurt. When he finally gives up

and leaves, it's because he can't hold the sobs in any longer and he doesn't want to break down here, he Contents just needs to escape, hide somewhere, run. He can hear Mrs. Anderson call after him, and she manages to catch up and pull him into an awkward hug, insisting that Blaine's like this with everyone since he woke up, that it's not personal. But it doesn't help, doesn't help at all, because Kurt's not everyone. He should be another person bothering Blaine, and if this isn't the proof of this being Kurt's fault, he doesn't know what is. the one able to help, allowed to help, isn't this the way being with someone works? Instead, he's just He bids goodbye to Mrs. Anderson as soon as he possibly can and walks away, back downstairs. He wants to run, but his body doesn't cooperate, weak and leaden. His dad is pacing the reception area, anxious, and Except he's not. There's no escaping this.

grabs him as soon as he appears, closing him in a bear hug, tight and so full of affection that tears spring out again. Kurt leans heavily into the embrace, desperately wanting to be a child again, carefree and safe. Blaine's reaction, and he's just so tired all of a sudden, so, so exhausted he doesn't even register any of sleep. On their way home he tells his father everything, words broken and small in his mouth when he describes response, isn't sure if there was any. He just knows there's a steady arm around him, helping him out of the car and up the stairs, pulling at his boots and coat, and then there's blissful oblivion, dark forgiveness

Kurt wakes up at 4 am, groggy and disoriented after sleeping so long. He's still in his clothes, feeling sweaty and gross, and a shower seems like an excellent idea. Except then Kurt glances at his face in the bathroom mirror, puffy and sleep-lined, and the misery lingering deep in his eyes reminds him why he's out for what seems like hours. here in the first place and yes, shower is great, it muffles everything while he sobs and bawls his heart

Afterwards, he lies sprawled on his bed, fully awake but lost deep in thought, until he hears Carole singing in the kitchen. He knows he still looks like shit when he heads down after eight, but at least he has a plan ready. No matter how much he blames himself and how hard Blaine pushes him away, he's here now, even relationship well, then he'll be by his best friend's side instead. It's the least he can do for the boy he loves.

if it's just for a couple of days. And unless he's absolutely certain that Blaine doesn't want him anymore, he'll be where he's supposed to be, which is by his boyfriend's side. And if it really is the end of their

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Chapter Six
This morning, Kurt has no problem getting to Blaine's room; he already knows where it is and he's on the hesitant, he's relieved to see the straps have been removed. The heart monitor is also off and there's only this, something vulnerable in the set of his back and shoulders, and Kurt's heart aches. He slides in quietly, in case Blaine's asleep, but when he reaches the chair by the other side of the bed, the amber eyes are open and staring at a wall. list of people allowed in a very exclusive list, consisting only of three names. When he opens the door, a single IV stand by the bed where Blaine's curled on his side, his back to the door. He looks so small like

He yearns to sit on the edge of the bed, lean in and kiss Blaine's forehead, his cheek, his lips, but he's not this silent boy with sad eyes that used to shine and sparkle as he laughed, jumped on furniture and danced with boundless energy. So Kurt compromises, pulling the chair as close to the bed as possible, so that his head is level with Blaine's and their hands only inches apart. Blaine's lips, dry and cracked, are so close, and Kurt feels the ocean of pain, sadness and loneliness in Blaine's eyes that Kurt's heart breaks in the silence, even though more than anything. "Hi." After a long while Blaine speaks hoarsely. and for a moment they both just stay silent, unmoving greenish gray locked on amber. There's such an doesn't want to just sit on a chair across from the bed, like an awkward guest with good wishes and a secret desire to get out of here as soon as he can. That's not him. He wants to be here, as long as he can, by

sure if he's allowed to do this if Blaine would let him. He's not sure of so many things, these days. But he

pull of longing; it's been so long since they last kissed, saying goodbye in front of Kurt's house, never

he thought there was nothing more left to break. And there's resignation there, too, which terrifies him

suspecting the circumstances of their next meeting would be like this. Blaine's eyes move to look at him,

"Hi. I see they gave you some more freedom today?" Kurt answers softly. Another thing he's not sure of are there things he shouldn't talk about now? Is he allowed to joke? Damn, he just feels so lost. Blaine shrugs.

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"72 hour watch is over. Now they can pretend to trust me not to try and kill myself again." yesterday's weather.

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The way he says this makes Kurt's blood freeze it's level and monotonous, like he was talking about "Will you?" The question is out before he can censor himself. "But you wanted to hurt yourself?" tired."

"No." Blaine's eyes are focused now, earnest. "I won't. I'm sorry, Kurt. I never wanted to hurt you." "I I don't " Blaine's face crumples and he closes his eyes. "Please, let's not talk about this. I'm just so "Okay, baby. Okay."

Except there's not much they can safely talk about, it turns out. Every topic is somewhat awkward New York and Kurt's college stories, McKinley, Glee, friends. Talking about feelings and their relationship here, now, seems terribly out of place so they don't even try. Blaine mostly pretends to sleep while Kurt mostly evening. pretends to believe he does, and they talk just a little, about neutral, unimportant things, but at some point their hands end up together and that's enough. Mrs. Anderson comes around noon, adding a bit of warm chaos to the room, but seeing that her son is in good hands, she leaves soon, promising to come back in the Blaine seems to be genuinely asleep when Kurt has to go in the afternoon to join his family for dinner, so he dares to press a soft kiss to his boyfriend's forehead before he whispers "I love you" and leaves.

Dinner is a somber occasion, even though Kurt is happy to be with his family. They talk and exchange with that awful look of resignation and defeat in his eyes.

news, and it's all very nice and warm, but Kurt can't stop thinking about Blaine, alone in his hospital bed,

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heart seems to stop for a beat, strung out and aching, before it returns to its normal rhythm; counting out

seconds from that moment four days ago when it was so close to stopping. The moment when Blaine

screwed up so badly that his life will never be the same again. Which wouldn't be that bad, really, if it didn't mean losing Kurt forever.

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Kurt, who was right there when Blaine fell asleep, his sure, warm hand like a lifeline and his silent presence the best support Blaine could wish for. And now he's gone and won't be back until Christmas, all day. He eyes his phone, which his mom has recharged for him and placed on the bedside table last night, within nerve damage from the cut. He could even call him, to tell him what exactly? He can't string a coherent sentence even in his head, so he gives up. No, it's better this way. It has to be, but he still feels like crying. He needs Kurt. Needs him so damn much. But he can't allow himself to act on it.

and Blaine didn't even get a chance to say goodbye, because his stupid body is still too weak to stay awake his reach. He could try to text Kurt, even though his right thumb is still a bit uncooperative with possible

Blaine's mom drops by, distracting him from the wallowing for a while, but the regret and disappointment busy professional life for him, even though the worst is over already, but right now, her pointedly cheerful his pain, and cry.

are still there like a persistent toothache. He loves his mom and appreciates that she takes time out of her

monologue is grating on his nerves. When she leaves, he can finally collapse and curl on himself, around He cries like he hardly remembers crying before, perhaps ever, because he's supposed to be mature and safety, to a place where he can just be. reasonable and responsible, but in the core of it all he's really just a scared boy. He knows what needs to

be done and what he is, but the truth the painful truth that he dares to admit to himself only in the dead

of this lonely night is that he wants, so desperately needs, to be taken care of. Loved. Helped. Guided to this, he doesn't deserve Kurt's love and care anymore. He's grieving the unbelievable loss that hasn't even happened yet, but in his heart it unavoidably will.

And he cries like a baby now, weeps and sobs and bawls into his pillow over the fact that he's not allowed A nurse comes in some time during the night, her hand cool and soft on his forehead, and she asks him if he wants something for sleep. And he manages to choke out that no, it's okay, he needs this, so she nods and leaves him to his grief. He really does need this, the chance to say goodbye to his plans and dreams, because as much as he hopes to have Kurt's friendship in his life forever, he knows he isn't allowed to take anything more. Won't allow himself to. - 25 -

chance for this. So Blaine will release him. Starting tomorrow.

Gray November dawn is peeking through the window when Blaine finally manages to fall asleep, miserable and exhausted, secretly hoping not to wake up again.

Kurt deserves a happy life. And with a screw-up like Blaine chained to him, he won't have much of a

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He does wake up, however; it's a long, slow process of returning to consciousness and the reality he doesn't want, not yet at least, because he feels warm and safe here for once. But it's inevitable, his mind is brain to catalogue the sensations and realize why. When he does, however, he wonders if he's really awake. pulling towards awareness and there's no stopping it. Except even when there's nothing but his eyelids

between him and the real world, it still feels better than it has in months. It takes a moment for his tired There's a warm, solid body pressed against him from behind, comforting even through the blankets. An arm is slung around Blaine's waist, hand resting right over his heart. In the silence of the hospital room he "Kurt?" His throat is raw from crying and his eyes so puffy they're more like slits, but he manages to rasp as he knows his own. He'd held and touched it thousands of times, kissed it, had it stroke and caress him, and done things to him he'll never, ever forget. But how? Warm, a little spicy, a little exotic, and so, so familiar that Blaine finally dares to open his eyes. can hear someone else's breath in rhythm with his own, but it's the scent that confirms his suspicions.

out the question right as he looks down and recognizes the hand on his chest. He knows this hand as well "I'm here." Kurt's voice is unmistakable, right by Blaine's ear, so close he can feel a puff of air touch the close that Blaine's breath hitches. Kurt smiles softly.

tiny hairs on his neck. He turns in the embrace, half-afraid that he's imagining things, but no, Kurt's right "But it's Monday. Shouldn't you be back in New York?"

there, with his everchanging eyes, his porcelain skin, hair a carefully styled mess. He's so beautiful and so

"Did you think I would leave without saying goodbye? I wanted to stay with you a little longer. And I can afford to miss today's classes. I have to fly back tonight, though." - 26 -

A bit of warmth spreads inside Blaine's chest. He knows that he should pull away from the embrace, put Contents some distance between them if he's to do what he has to. But he feels so weak after this night, so vulnerable Just today, just one more day, whispers a selfish voice in his mind. Just a goodbye. Then Kurt is becoming awkward, so Blaine blurts out. "Why are you up here, on the bed? Not that I mind, but" will be gone and he'll have time to get used to being alone again, for good this time. The prolonged silence

Kurt's eyes are worried now, sad, and Blaine can see the dark circles are still there.

"You were crying in your sleep. I tried to wake you, because it obviously wasn't a good dream, but it didn't work, so I climbed up here to see if holding you would help, and it did. Blaine Please. I don't know what to see you in pain, but I don't know what to do, you need to tell me" speaks rapidly, anxiously.

is wrong, but can I help you somehow? Please, let me help you. I love you so much, and it breaks my heart bites his tongue and just shakes his head. Kurt's arm tightens around him and there's fear in his eyes as he if nothing happened, are you?" shrugs.

Tears are stinging Blaine's eyes again, and he's really close to saying "Stay with me, don't ever go", so he "But But are you even getting any help? You're not just going back to school when you get out of here, as Blaine recalls his mom's monologue from last night, the part he hasn't been able to process yet, and he "No. As soon as they let me out of here, in a day or two, my parents are taking me to a private mental therapy, I don't know. So I guess I will have help?" Blaine hates how weak it sounds. that he doesn't deserve all this care, but oh, how grateful he is for it anyway. "You promise?"

hospital for a week. They're supposed to evaluate and diagnose me there, and decide on some kind of

"Can I at least call you every day?" Kurt's voice is shaking and he looks like he's going to cry. Blaine knows "Not when I'm there, apparently there's a rule against outside contact. But I'll let you know when I'm out?" - 27 -

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They stay like this, lying together, for hours not really touching, but close. They talk a little, but mostly stay silent, just taking comfort from each other's presence, breathing the same air. Blaine feels like it remember it later.

When it's time to go, Kurt hesitates briefly before leaning in to kiss Blaine on the lips. The kiss is soft and chaste, and tastes like a goodbye.

would be perfect if only it wasn't their last time like this. Still, he takes in as much as he can, if only to

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Chapter Seven
Kurt boards the plane with a heavy heart that evening, everything pulling at him to stop, to stay instead. Knowing that he can't really do anything for Blaine now doesn't change this, and neither does the deeply responsible almost-adult sucks sometimes, he concludes bitterly. ingrained sense of responsibility that tells him he needs to be back at school tomorrow. Being a He spends the entirety of his flight deep in thought, with his earbuds in and his eyes closed. Between get much chance to just sit and process things. There's a lot to process, so much that Kurt feels like he's going to lose himself in all the emotions, images and reflections if he doesn't get to organize it all in his head soon. And he can't afford to break down, he needs to be strong if he's to have a chance to help Blaine.

spending time with Blaine and his own family, all the while trying to keep it all together, he didn't really

Because one thing is certain: something is very, very wrong. Blaine is changed. So different. It's hard for built around him that are taller than he is. Kurt has never seen him so defensive before, so closed up. And the fact that Blaine didn't open up even for him is scaring Kurt more than anything.

Kurt to wrap his mind around it, there's so much. Blaine's reluctance to talk, to be touched; he has walls If he wanted an easy explanation, he could conclude that Blaine is just angry or disappointed with him for of action. Until then, Kurt can do nothing. Well, no. He can do one thing.

being neglected lately, but Kurt knows it's so much more than this. The look of resignation in Blaine's eyes

went much deeper. Something is seriously wrong and Kurt feels out of his depth, helpless. He just hopes

that the specialists in the hospital will know what to do, that they'll find the problem and the best course

For the next week Kurt barely sleeps and spends every waking hour that isn't taken by classes at his coffee house job. His friends know the situation and support him wholeheartedly, even if right now supporting promised Blaine that they'd get to meet again before Christmas, he will do anything he can to be able to go by then. home for Thanksgiving anyway; and this means earning enough to buy plane tickets. There's still time, and if Kurt keeps working ten, sometimes twelve hours a day, there's a chance he'll have enough money - 29 means giving him space and making sure he eats and sleeps at all. Because while Kurt couldn't have

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until the next Monday, hopefully not longer, as Mrs. Anderson texted him. And having too much time to

think when he's anxious, scared and miserable like this is a recipe for certain trouble. Kurt knows all too well how prone to overthinking and overanalyzing he is when stressed, which often leads to wrong assumptions and worrying himself sick over things that later turn out untrue. So instead, he works until bed, or worse, all bloody and lifeless on a white tiled floor. he can barely stand and his eyes droop from exhaustion. There's an additional bonus at night he dreams about endless cups of coffee and not Blaine's unnaturally pale face and his beautiful hands strapped to the

On Monday evening, just as Kurt is walking back to his dorm, his feet killing him after hours of work, the phone vibrates in his pocket. Blaine at last. For the brief second before pressing the answer button, Kurt hopes against hope that he'll hear the well known warm, cheerful voice again; that everything is fine Kurt's heart clenches with an ache to be there for him. already. But it's not, of course. How could it be, after merely a week? Blaine sounds sad and tired, and The call is short, just to share the news: Blaine's out of the hospital and diagnosed with depression. He's going to have therapy three times a week for now and if it doesn't work, they may consider medication later. And he's not going back to school yet, not until he's better, more stable at least not till after New Year's. Kurt wants to reach through the phone and hug Blaine, envelop him in love and care, and never let go. But he still isn't sure how to talk to him, or what not to talk about, so he just asks what bothers him most. "Are you alright though? At least relatively?" monotonous.

There's a second of silence that makes Kurt's throat tighten in fear, but then Blaine speaks, his voice dull, "I think so. Just really tired. It was a hard week, I need to sleep it off." "Can I text you in the morning? And call you later tomorrow?" Blaine's exhausted. That's just it.

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schedule. He can't let it go, not so close to his goal he'll rest later, in Lima. Sleep becomes a decadent has enough money to buy the tickets, then he'll make it up to his body, take better care of himself. Not yet.

treat, decent meals a waste of time. He knows he can't keep it up for long, but just a bit more. Just until he

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But there are two things he never neglects his classes and Blaine. Calling Blaine, texting Blaine multiple every conversation and exchange of texts seems flat somehow. Missing something. Missing that spark of life that's always been there, bright and vivacious. Kurt can't wait to go home.

times every day. Just keeping in contact. Making sure Blaine knows that he's loved and important. But

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Chapter Eight
Blaine didn't expect anything pleasant from the week at the mental hospital; he saw it as something to dislikes the place; the feeling intensifying by the hour. survive and promptly forget about, just like that time he had his tonsils taken out. But it turns out to be It's not a big hospital, and the diagnostic ward where he's placed is small and has an air of forced coziness. day is supposed to be the time for him to get settled and comfortable with the surroundings.

much more of a challenge. Right from the first day the Tuesday after Kurt went back to New York he There are only about twenty patients there right now, but there's absolutely no privacy or silence, two things that Blaine feels he needs like air. Instead, he's made to interact with others, talk to people and take

part in group activities. His initial interview with the lead psychiatrist is scheduled for tomorrow; this first

He's far from comfortable, though. By bedtime which is ridiculously early for him at 9.30 he's tense and of losing so much blood, but when he lies down, the bed unfamiliar and too soft, his spinning mind won't shut up. He lies in the not-quite-darkness of the dimly lit single room, frustrated and wide awake. It feels

on edge, wanting nothing more than just to go home, to his room; hell, anywhere where he can close the

be given something for sleep.

like hours pass sleeplessly, and every thought in Blaine's head seems to mock him with memories of Kurt

door and sit in silence, do nothing. He feels weak and exhausted, his body still recuperating after the shock

The relief of the small white pill is fast and wonderful, bringing deep sleep with no dreams, but once Blaine gets awakened for a morning meditation and breakfast, he regrets ever asking for it. His brain feels for his interview and psychiatric evaluation at noon still in a fog of slight confusion.

his face, his words and touches, their time together. When a nurse comes in to check on him, he asks to

strange and different, every thought and sensation is fuzzy around the edges, unclear. It's like his mind is muddled and still half asleep, and his usual clarity of thought and coherence of speech is somehow impaired. It's strange and unsettling, and doesn't pass until late in the afternoon, which means Blaine goes

Which is probably the main reason for the way it goes. Because Blaine came here open to the promise of help he was offered. He didn't believe anyone could really help him, not when he was obviously just faulty and damaged on some deep, basic level, but he would allow them to try, would do his best to cooperate and not hide anything. - 32 -

Except when the psychiatrist a middle-aged, unsmiling woman looks up from Blaine's file and asks him Contents what led to his suicide attempt, he has trouble putting it all into words. His sentences uncharacteristically going to New York and how he has no close friends and nobody appreciates him in Glee, about his parents searching for the right words. always being busy and away. He wants to tell her how often he feels like he doesn't fit anyone's expectations, or how he's always knew that there's something essentially wrong with him; but he fumbles, broken, disjoined, he manages to tell her about it not being planned, about the surface things like Kurt

Anything that he might have been trying to say dies in his throat, though, when he happens to look up at weakling." One blink and it's gone, the psychiatrist's eyes are focused and carefully neutral again, but the damage is done. A realization hits Blaine and there's no way to disregard it now. God, he's such a loser, isn't he? Slitting his laugh if it wasn't his own life. Pathetic. the psychiatrist then. Maybe she's having a bad day and forgot to control her reactions properly, or maybe it's just him overanalyzing, but he can clearly see judgment in her pale blue eyes behind thick glasses, and can almost hear her thinking "Oh, just another kid trying to kill himself to draw attention. What a

wrists because his boyfriend went to college and he felt lonely, seriously? It sounds so stupid he could So no, he has no other reasons to give, no deeper insight about his past or his insecurities. It doesn't anyway. Nobody can fix what is wrong with him. matter. He isn't worth losing time and effort over. For the next half hour he answers more questions,

automatically, half-heartedly, but it's just to get this over with. Just like he thought, they can't help him

The following days only confirm his conviction. There are three other patients after suicide attempts on the ward and their stories, shared during the group therapy, as well as their stares than he feels every time he turns his back, make Blaine feel deeply ashamed and even more worthless. People have so much bigger problems than his; what right does he have to bother anyone with his silly trouble? To take space, time and money that could have been put to better use helping others? There's a man who tried to kill himself after he was diagnosed with HIV and learned that he inadvertently - 33 -

infected his pregnant wife. There's a woman whose entire family was killed in a car crash, and another who lost her house and savings because of her husband's gambling addiction. There are people with other

serious problems here, and Blaine feels like a preschooler trying to discuss his childish misfortunes with a Contents group of adults. Rationally, he knows that nobody is probably making fun of him behind his back or judging him too harshly they all have way too much on their own plates to think about some misguided teenager. But it's one can really help him, because there's nothing to help with. He's a failure; it's not something that can be a nuisance for other people his parents, Kurt, the society in general. He won't try suicide again; it was a stupid impulse, and he promised himself and Kurt that it wouldn't just fade into the background. Learn not to draw attention, to be invisible. Stop trying so hard to prove to himself and others that he's worth something. Because he isn't, and it's time to accept it.

enough that he knows the truth and understands the implications of it. And these are simple enough: no

cured, it's just what he is, like his sexuality and his curly hair. The only decent thing he can do is stop being happen again. He just needs to disappear. Well, not literally now that would be a nuisance no, he would So for the remaining days in the hospital Blaine does what he's an expert at he puts on a show face, grits

his teeth and pretends that everything's good, steadily better. Pretends that he sleeps through nights even home on Monday.

though he never asks for sleeping pills again; that he takes everything he can from the therapy sessions

and group activities, and starts feeling more hopeful. Anything, just to survive the rest of the week and go He must be good at that, too, which actually surprises him, because aren't therapists and psychologists everything and occasional weak smile as a good sign. On Monday morning, after the last individual therapy session, his therapist tells him with a smile that starters. If he continues to improve, he'll be allowed to go back to school after Christmas break. supposed to see through such tricks? But they don't, not really they take his quiet participation in thankfully, his depression was caught early and isn't severe yet, and with him trying so hard to get over it, therapist outside the hospital and given a schedule of sessions for the first month three times a week, for dupe, but he quickly tells himself it's better in the long run. He'll do what he needs to for everyone to believe that he's fine and to save them trouble. His mother won't have to worry and spend money on meds and counseling, which won't help anyway. Kurt will be able to leave him behind without feeling guilty for - 34 Blaine feels a little guilty that what the young woman sees as a therapeutic success is nothing more than a

he should be able to get much better soon with therapy alone, without medication. He's assigned a

deserting him in need. And Blaine will finally allow himself to stop fighting for unattainable goals and just Contents let the currents of life take him wherever. silence he can drown in while his mom works quietly in her office downstairs. Blaine drops face down on the bed and just lies there, reveling in being alone at last.

When he gets home that afternoon, his room welcomes him with blessed absence of other people, and

He must have fallen asleep at some point, because when he opens his eyes, he's groggy and stiff, it's after 8 pm and his mom is sitting on the edge of his bed, a little frown of worry on her face. if you just want to eat and go back to sleep. You look pale." seamlessly, and Blaine manages a small smile. "Honey, are you okay? I wanted to tell you dinner's in a half hour, but I can bring you sandwiches instead

The instinct to protect her and not cause her any more trouble kicks in instantly, the mask slides on easily, "I'm fine. I just didn't sleep too well in the hospital, you know? There was always a light on and unfamiliar sounds around. I guess I needed some rest now."

She looks at him as if trying to see through him, read the truth in his eyes, like she could easily do when he believing his words, his face, and relaxing visibly. She smiles and brushes sweaty curls off his forehead the way she used to do back then, years ago. "Okay. Will you eat with me then? You must be starving." mother's suspicions, so he nods and sits on the bed. "I'll be down in twenty minutes."

was a child. But that particular "mom power" doesn't work anymore, it seems, because Blaine can see her

He isn't, not really. His body keeps forgetting about its basic needs lately. But he doesn't want to raise his

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He also has to start getting used to not having Kurt in his life. It's a little over a month till Christmas and the feelings cool off on both sides, make the ever present need weaken and allow Kurt to focus on his new life, new friends, and to slowly forget. And when he comes home for Christmas, Blaine will be busy and a Australia, perhaps? bit distant, or maybe he'll even convince his mom to get away this year? Visit his grandparents in

Blaine needs to do everything he can by then to let Kurt go, to widen the gap between them somehow, let

The plan sounds logical and reasonable and right when it's abstract. As soon as Blaine tries to imagine actually applying it to his life and holy shit letting Kurt go, he starts to fall apart immediately and has to step out of the shower and sit down on the small stool in a corner because his knees are about to give way. It's as if Kurt's love is the glue keeping together all the barely fitting parts of Blaine's life that would fall apart otherwise, leaving him a mess of useless shards of a human being. him. Because Kurt deserves better. He deserves the best.

But it has to be done, he has to let Kurt free. He will deal with the fallout later, somehow. Blaine may be

weak and faulty and wrong, but at least in this one case he has to be tough, no matter how much it costs He's quiet all through dinner, eating automatically and without really tasting the food. He excuses himself without touching dessert, saying that he's tired and he needs to call Kurt. It takes all of his courage and doesn't really know what they talked about; he just lies down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing at all. about what's about to change soon is too much his mind closes it off. So Kurt's voice doesn't affect him at

leftover strength to actually pick up the phone, though. When he finally does, he feels numb just thinking

all, the anxiety and care in it just flowing through Blaine without leaving a mark. When he hangs up, he

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Chapter Nine
Days go by slowly, measured by meals, showers, and Kurt's calls and texts that never fail to push Blaine slashing his wrists again. worse. deeper into the dark, numb place inside, because Kurt shouldn't waste his time on him, shouldn't have to pull his focus from the important things studying, work, friends to check if his joke of a boyfriend isn't On the surface, however, he does a surprisingly good job of pretending that things are better instead of

He talks with his mom more than he has in years now that she's working from home, and even goes out Directions who sent him get-well cards when he was in the hospital.

with her a couple of times this first week, feigning interest in shopping, eating out or going to the movies. Her honest concern and worry for him move him, but also make him feel guilty; he doesn't deserve it. He In an effort to pretend he's getting better, Blaine makes his room look like he's actually doing something looking into space, lost in his head, feeling like he's dissolving into nothing until only his body remains, long line of them. acted stupidly and selfishly; he isn't worth their care Kurt's, his mom's, Tina and others' from New

when sitting there for hours a stack of his favorite books by the bed, a DVD put on right when his mum with some basic functions needed to survive. Every morning he tells himself that this is the day to start That Wednesday, he starts therapy and is again surprised by how easily the mask of a polite, slightly lost therapy, the first hours dedicated to getting comfortable with each other, establishing some sort of for now it's enough.

usually comes up to call him for dinner, music playing loud enough for her to hear. It's all pretend, of course the books lie untouched, he doesn't pay attention to the music or the movies; he just sits there actively removing Kurt from his life, and each evening that week he admits to failure yet another in a boy and some of his acting skills can fool a trained specialist. Of course, this is only the beginning of his

rapport; keeping up his faade may get harder with time, when the therapist gets to know him better, but Sunday brings a break in Blaine's new routine. First, his mom informs him over breakfast that she has to return to work tomorrow. It doesn't surprise him she loves her job to the point of obsession, and the last - 37 two months of the year are always the busiest, most frantic time at the company. He couldn't have chosen

easier for her for everyone if he succeeded.

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He feels guilty for even thinking that, though it's most likely true. They'd bury him, grieve a little and go back to their lives, without all the additional mess. He's alive though, and the mess is his reality, so he has most of the time no need to pretend, to act like he's fine. It'll be easier.

to deal with it. What his mom's return to work means in practice is that he'll have the house to himself hasn't gotten around to calling her back even though she's the best friend he has in Lima this year. But now, when people at school already know he's back home, he feels obliged to answer; besides, he has an image to uphold if he was really recovering, he would want to hear from his friends, right? They talk for they don't need me. Life goes on just fine without me.

Tina calls after lunch. She tried before, left a message when Blaine was in the mental hospital, but he some time and it's only slightly awkward. When she says the New Directions flattened the competition at In the evening Kurt calls and proposes a Skype date because they haven't seen each other for two weeks,

Sectionals despite his absence, Blaine cheers, but inside it feels like another confirmation: I don't matter; and Blaine, ever the people-pleaser, can't say no. Kurt seems more beautiful than ever, even in the grainy Blaine's brain and over his skin like acid instead. He can't take it, can't have it, Kurt's not his to love and cherish and take comfort from. He can't be, not anymore. his face feels stiff from keeping up the forced smile. He gets up from his chair, hands already shaking hard; any more than it already does, can it?

webcam image, and seeing him somehow prevents the usual, familiar numbness to descent upon Blaine.

And fuck, it hurts every smile, every warm word of care that should soothe like balm is sliding into When they disconnect after an hour, Blaine's whole body aches, every muscle tensed to the extreme. Even and takes off his favorite picture of them together, happy and carefree during the summer before Kurt left.

everything hurts like a reopened wound. Without much thought he reaches to the corkboard by his desk Well, he has to start somewhere, right? Why not now, by destroying this photo? Surely nothing can hurt other, unable to make himself rip the image of perfect happiness the way he's about to rip apart their lives. It isn't until sharp pain in his hand shakes him out of the stupor that he realizes what he's done. - 38 -

Minutes later, Blaine's still standing by his desk, the picture in one hand, the pushpin that held it in the

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Chapter Ten
Blaine stares at the pushpin in a daze; what the hell has just happened? What did he do? It feels surreal, this piece of plastic sticking out of his hand like that, just below his thumb even more so when he knows beside holding it loosely in his hand. He must have squeezed it in his fist at some point. there's almost half an inch of sharp metal embedded in the flesh. Pushed in by his own hand. What was Whatever it was, it worked in a funny way. Blaine realizes that everything suddenly seems faded, frozen and pushed into the background in his mind the emotions, internal fights, he's not even thinking about this has priority now and recalled him to full attention.

that, anyway? An accident? An intentional action? He doesn't remember doing anything with the pushpin

Kurt anymore. Nothing else matters for the moment but the thing in his hand; as if his body decided that He stares for a moment longer before reaching to remove the pushpin, pulling it out slowly, but not trying to be particularly gentle about it; the pain as the sharp tip drags over nerves on its way out feels strangely

through his school career but it feels different now, somehow. It's almost desirable.

good. This is new; Blaine has never been a fan of pain of any kind he experienced way too much of it all When the pin is out, blood gathers in the place where it was stuck a fast growing, deep red drop that red seemed to be filling some void inside him, making him feel warm and safe. soon overflows and slides down the slope of Blaine's hand. He watches it, fascinated. It's so beautiful, the red is simple and so vibrant, so alive. It's a splash of color so intense that everything else looks washed out The blood flows only for a moment, and once it stops, Blaine manages to come back down to reality. Cursing himself for not being careful, he goes to the bathroom to disinfect the tiny wound as well as he can somewhere deep down, he knows better. After all, if it didn't mean anything, why would he keep pressing he indulges in knowing that it's there and nobody knows, like a secret, like a sliver of control no one can take away from him. It's only his when so many things aren't, not anymore. He sleeps well that night, which is a surprise after two weeks of either insomnia or waking up at all hours, - 40 but the way his mom seems to treat him like an invalid before she leaves for work the next morning in comparison. It reminds him of that rarely revisited moment after he cut his wrists, when the stream of

with it being so deep. He tells himself it was just a stupid little accident, nothing important, but on the pinprick all throughout the evening, the dull shots of pain giving him a strange sort of thrill? It's like

immediately sets him on edge. She asks over and over again if he'll be alright alone, if he has her phone

number and knows to call her if he feels worse; she wants to know all that he has planned for the day. It's not like Blaine doesn't understand her worries, so he grins and bears it, but it makes him feel even weaker so stressed and angry with himself he wants to scream.

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and more deficient, untrustworthy. It gets worse with her every call during the day; after the fifth one, he's

He ends up going to his room instead, where the pushpin from last night is still lying on the desk. The pin. A little test, research really, won't hurt anyone, right? to the pad of his middle finger.

curiosity he refuses to call it an urge, it's not that, of course it isn't seems to push him towards the little Blaine takes the pin to the bathroom and washes it thoroughly he doesn't want an infection, after all before returning to his room and settling on the bed. Let's see if it works, he thinks before pressing the tip The pain as the pin sinks slowly deeper is sharp, simple and controllable. It stops almost entirely the make it stop. So little and yet so very much. He has some control, which means he's still here, still real and connection with his body anymore.

second Blaine wants it to, as soon as he takes his finger off the head of the pushpin. The simplicity of this correlation, the basic cause/result dynamic, should be nothing new, but it's stunning now, when everything has seemed to be so far out of Blaine's control for so long. He can make this happen, and he can alive, even though sometimes he feels like he's so deep in his own mind, lost in its chaos, that he has no And this type of pain unlike the one Blaine feels whenever he thinks of his life, his future or Kurt, just pain. plain thinks, really is so simple. Just a physical response to the skin being breached and the nerve endings irritated. There's nothing complicated about it, no feelings or dilemmas or internal battles. Just when it trickles out, before it starts to dry and oxidize, is addicting. It spells life and safety, and warmth. And then there's blood, which is at least half of the appeal. The pull of this particular shade of red, just Over the next few days playing with the pushpin becomes Blaine's way of dealing with bad moments. It's unreal and lost in his head, unable to get back. This is the only thing that really helps, and it's not like he's not like he does it all that often once, twice daily; only when he feels really restless and overwhelmed, or doing something wrong, is it? There's no harm in it, really. The pricks are not even visible, unless someone - 41 -

knows what to look for just small red dots on his palms, his thigh, his arm. It's nothing to worry about,

and it makes surviving every day so much easier, having this option, kind of an outlet for when things get really bad. are going to be home all day, and there's his aunt with her family coming to visit, so the house will be full

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had a major crush on him for years. And this is his dad's side of the family, so just like him they simply On Thursday morning Blaine is cleaning up a small, shallow scratch just below his knee a place carefully rings, Kurt's smiling face on the display. He picks up almost cheerfully, the fresh calm still all over him, smiles as he trills, only to be sent right into a spinning chaos of panic and delight all at once. Kurt's voice is full of sun and manage to meet today, for obvious reasons, but tomorrow I'm all yours. Love you!" ignore the fact that Blaine's gay, or worse, joke and tease him about it, as if it's some kind of a phase that he's bound to grow out of one day. The day is going to be sheer torture.

But as Thanksgiving approaches, Blaine's getting more and more restless and anxious. Both his parents

of people he'll need to talk to, smile at, interact with. There'll be Anna, too, his 16-year-old cousin who's

chosen to avoid detection, and to be easily explainable if anyone noticed by any chance when his phone

"Hi baby, I just wanted to let you know that I'm boarding the plane in five minutes. I don't know if we'll

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Chapter Eleven
Kurt can barely sit still the whole way to Columbus, impatient to see Blaine. Yes, he has to go straight home, it's Thanksgiving after all, but honestly, he'd really rather just spend the two and a half days he has blessing, it's just

free with his boyfriend. He misses his family, he does, and being able to spend this day with them is a true Something bothers him about Blaine, something that doesn't quite fit in the "I'm depressed, but getting better now" picture he's trying to project. Kurt can't quite put his finger on what it is nothing specific. He

just has this feeling that something's wrong. There's something different about Blaine's voice on the phone, his tone, the way he speaks; it's all guarded? Rehearsed? Forced? God, it sounds so silly even to needed for the tickets. He has so little time in Ohio, every hour counts. minutes later, a text comes in. Kurt himself, but he can't get it out of his mind, it's like an alarm bell going off. Maybe he could somehow see Blaine tonight, after the family dinner? He has to go back to New York early on Sunday morning to get As soon as he's off the plane, he calls Blaine, but gets voicemail. Before he can try again a couple of Sorry, family just arrived, can't talk. I'll call you tonight. Happy Thanksgiving! It looks like there will be no seeing Blaine tonight, after all.

to work agreed to do this in exchange for getting his next paycheck early, the rest of the money he

The dinner is delicious and it feels amazing to be back in the warm circle of his family, talking, laughing, would be hard being so far away from them, and he was right; there are moments, usually in the evenings, today. when his heart just squeezes painfully and he misses them so much. He's so thankful to be here with them

just spending time together it's one of the things Kurt misses most when he's in college. He knew it

Blaine. Kurt honestly tries to stop because it starts to be ridiculous nothing happened, Blaine has his parents there, he has therapy three times a week, with a professional who would surely notice if anything - 43 -

Still, all along a part of his mind seems to be absent, preoccupied with thinking worrying really about

was wrong. And yet Kurt can't seem to settle down, his mind nagging him to do something, telling him that Contents he needs to help. Maybe he should work on his overprotectiveness. Or his dependence, or whatever it is.

When Blaine finally calls around 10 pm, the alarms in Kurt's head go off harder than ever. His boyfriend sounds tired, sad, hurt, all sorts of bad, and Kurt has to suppress the instinct to hop in his car and go to the voice. Andersons' house immediately. Instead, he just settles on his bed with the phone and listens to Blaine's "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't pick up earlier but you know my father's side of the family or at least you know of them." Kurt remembers their conversation from a long time ago and frowns. "So what, you are still a misguided straight teenager?"

"Apparently. It's just so exhausting. And of course they heard about the hospital and everything, so they're good in life, and should see what hard means. How I should find a proper girl at last and have sex and it would surely cure me." problem. Blaine sighs heavily and Kurt can feel his blood boil with anger at those people he's never met but already "What about your parents? Couldn't they say anything?"

even more onto me now you know, how depression is just an excuse for weak people, how I have it too

dislikes. How can they even say things like that? Can't they see Ugh, right. No, they can't, that's the

"My mom told them to leave me alone, but then they simply chose moments when she was not around to give their good advice. My dad didn't comment, as always. I know he agrees with them. I am weak." "No, you're not." Kurt's response is immediate, heated, but Blaine just sighs. "I guess so. And we get to meet tomorrow." "Whatever. I'm just so tired. It was a bad day. I guess I can be thankful it's over, right?" - 44 -

Whatever reaction to his coming home and to Blaine Kurt expected, it was not this weary sort of resignation he hears now. "Oh, right. Do you want to go shopping? It's Black Friday, after all." over?"

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His eyebrows arch disbelievingly. Shopping, really? "No, I just want to spend time with you. Can I come "Sure. I'll be waiting." The exhaustion is even more pronounced in Blaine's voice now and Kurt quickly forgets about his disappointment. "Love you too." "Okay. Go get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."

Even these words sound flat, but Kurt tries hard to ignore it. Blaine's just tired. Nothing more. Two evenings later, on Saturday, Kurt is sitting on his bed in pajamas, the suitcase all packed and ready for his early morning departure, and he feels more confused than ever. He hoped that after this weekend and beneath his feet and Kurt doesn't know what to think anymore.

spending as much time as he could with Blaine, he would now understand the changes in him, and would

be able to go back to NY calmer, certain of his boyfriend's safety. Instead, the ground seems to slip from

Because he went to Blaine's house yesterday thinking that either everything is all right and he's been now, after Blaine's confusing, erratic behavior these past two days, Kurt can't shake off the suspicion that hard as it is to admit Blaine may just be falling out of love with him. And damn, it hurts like a stab to strong and sure and still like forever. But it looks like it may not be forever after all. Because while Blaine was clearly trying to act normal around Kurt, it felt forced somehow, as if it was an spent together on the contrary, in fact. the heart to even think about it because what Kurt feels when seeing this boy, even hearing his voice, is

imagining things, or Blaine is more depressed than he let slip when talking with Kurt, and needs help. But

effort to do what used to come naturally to them. Sitting together, cuddling, talking, touching, kissing it was just because they haven't done these things for so long, but it didn't lessen during the hours they - 45 -

all felt off somehow, minutely delayed, almost imperceptibly hesitant. Kurt would have believed that it

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You should focus on college and your life, I'm sure there are so many interesting things and people there. You can have anyone you want and you deserve the best. Who knows what happens by next year. We may not be able to meet at Christmas, family plans, you know. All of these delivered in a caring, but neutral, almost calm tone. Not like a sad, jealous boyfriend might speak; not at all.

And then there were the moments of sudden clinginess when Blaine seemed as if he would never, ever let

his body too, his touches and hands and soft skin, his chest hair and curls where Kurt's fingers tangled, his breathy sounds of arousal and his cock, in Kurt's hand, his mouth, everywhere. He's missed all this so bad it hurt. And yet nothing. Not even a suggestion. Not a heated glance. He sits on the bed, close to tears, but trying to keep them at bay because his dad of Finn or Carole can

him go always followed by distancing himself suddenly, cooling off. And not in the good way. They had Kurt wanted to meet just to have sex, of course not but the truth is, he's missed Blaine; not just him, but

the house to themselves for almost two whole days and they didn't get any closer than kisses. Not that

foreseen one, looming over his head, more real with every minute he thinks about it.

come in at any moment to talk some more before he goes away tomorrow at the insane morning hour. But he knows that as soon as everyone's asleep, the tears will flow as if it was a real break-up and not just a

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Chapter Twelve
Kurt's phone going off with its ridiculously cheery tune shakes him out of his miserable thoughts. Anderson. She speaks fast when he answers, sounds of people and vehicles muffled in the background. Swallowing the tears quickly to try and sound normal, he reaches for the device and frowns; it's Mrs. "Kurt, hi, my battery is dying and I need to ask you for a huge favor. I know it's late and you have a plane to catch in the morning, but could you go spend the night with Blaine?" Kurt's mouth falls open because yes, they've been sleeping together and it's quite logical to assume their parents know that at some level, but a are." request like this from Blaine's mom of all people is really not something he expected. She continues. "I'd him alone for the night. Do you think you could do this? I spoke to your dad, he said he's okay with it if you be really grateful. They've cancelled our flight, we can't get home until tomorrow and I'm afraid to leave

And Kurt doesn't even hesitate he will go, of course he will because yes, it's reasonable, Blaine shouldn't be alone, not so soon after his breakdown. And besides, if he is getting over Kurt, maybe this is the last chance for them to spend a night together. It may be pathetic, but Kurt can't say no to this. He just can't.

But standing on the Andersons' doorstep a little later, with his suitcase like an anchor by his side, Kurt feels strange and unsure all of a sudden. It all feels surreal. It's midnight, the house stands dark and silent, He used to know such things, he muses a goodnight call or text used to be as certain as the fact that they isn't now speaks volumes about the distance that's crept in between them. than he did at any point during the last two days, and damn, it hurts. wake you, so-" loved each other; Kurt used to be sure that Blaine would be happy to see him at any time. The fact that he and he realizes that he doesn't even know if Blaine is awake, let alone if he expects him or wants him here.

With his heart stuck in his throat, Kurt rings the bell a couple of times before calling Blaine's cell. His boyfriend sounds breathless and distracted when he picks up on the fourth ring, but much more relaxed "Hi, Kurt! Sorry, I wanted to call you to say goodnight, but then it got late and I wasn't sure I wouldn't

"I'm at your front door."

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coming."

There's a muffled curse, a note of panic in Blaine's voice and rapid shuffling in the background, and for one Contents crazy second Kurt wonders if Blaine has somebody there with him. Then he shakes his head; no, he wouldn't not Blaine. There's a sound of footsteps in the receiver then, and Blaine says, "Sorry, I'm

Half a minute later he opens the door, disheveled in his night clothes and sucking on the pad of his thumb with an expression that seems guilty for some reason. you to. Come in, don't stand in the cold."

"Sorry, I only just noticed my mum's text that you would be coming, it's wow, I can't believe she asked Kurt can't really read Blaine's mood as he enters. It's something like a surprised hospitality, with a note of how much longer? They don't kiss or hug; hell, Blaine doesn't even say he's happy to see him. Probably because he isn't. uneasiness, perhaps; like he's letting in a random unexpected guest, not his boyfriend. His boyfriend for Suddenly aware of the uncomfortable silence, Kurt grapples for something to say something better than, grasps at the first thing he can think of. "What happened to your hand?"

So do you want us to break up? Nervous (and when was the last time he was nervous talking to Blaine?) he

Blaine shifts uncomfortably and pulls the finger out of his mouth. A small amount of blood gathers instantly in a tiny wound on the fingertip; Blaine grabs a tissue to wipe it off. "You should clean it up." "It's nothing. Got startled by your call and accidently stuck myself with a pin."

times, most recently this afternoon. The discomfort is almost thick in the air between them; it's never been this way before.

"Yeah, I probably should. I'll just go ahead?" Blaine stops uncertainly before going upstairs, as if waiting

for confirmation that Kurt still remembers the way to his room the same room he's been to dozens of

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really want them together anymore. There are only two ways this night can end and Kurt doesn't know it's going to hurt. Steeling himself, Kurt takes a deep breath and follows his boyfriend upstairs.

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which he dreads more. They may talk and break up right here and now, or they may pretend that everything is all right and sleep together. Or even sleep together, although Kurt doubts that. Either way,

Blaine's already in his room when he gets there; there's a small bandage on his thumb and his eyes are distant and tired. They hardly speak; Kurt goes to the bathroom to change back into pajamas and when he happen? Where did they go wrong? Is there any chance to save it save them? comes back, Blaine is waiting for him in his bed, looking sad and sleepy. They lie in silence, as if acknowledging that there's nothing more to say, just holding each other lightly, and Kurt can't believe how much has changed between them. It's everything he was afraid of before going away in August. How did it

He realizes he's been absentmindedly stroking Blaine's hand when his fingertips brush over the raised deliberately this time, and risking a soft, chaste kiss to his boyfriend's lips. Blaine responds in kind and they kiss for a long while, their hands gentle and slow on hair and cheeks, necks and over clothes. There's

skin of the scar on Blaine's wrist. He flinches a little before gently smoothing his fingers over it again, no passion there, nothing erotic really, just intimacy and care, and need for comfort. When Kurt starts to drift off into sleep, he tries to imagine that everything is still good between them; that they still have a together, and falls asleep, feeling safe.

future together in New York and love that is greater that Kurt ever hoped for, invincible. He lets himself

get lost in Blaine's embrace, in the touch of Blaine's hand on his waist, in Blaine's scent everything so familiar, bringing back the best moments of his life. He lets himself forget that it might be their last night

At 4:30 the alarm in Kurt's phone starts blaring; his mind doesn't want to wake up though, tangled only remembers dreaming about being held tightly and surely, a warm, well known hand on the naked about.

somewhere in the last tendrils of a dream. As he forces himself out of Blaine's arms and out of bed, Kurt particular words, but he recalls tears, hot and wet on his chest, and wonders what it was that he dreamt But he doesn't have time to think about it doesn't let himself think at all, really, afraid he won't be able to - 49 -

skin under his pajama top and words whispered hotly, fervently into his neck. He can't remember any

leave if he does. Quickly, efficiently, he does the short version of his morning routine, gets dressed, and

accepts a slice of toast and a cup of coffee that Blaine made for him. Then, with a quick kiss and a hug,

Monday and goes to the airport.

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Chapter Thirteen
Thanksgiving is tough it always is, with the family coming. Sometimes Blaine thinks they only come every year to give him a hard time. But he survives somehow, even if he has to bite the inside of his lip half the salty, coppery taste of blood. Strangely, it calms him down. The next two days are even tougher. And it feels weird and unfair because not that long ago the prospect of spending two days with Kurt would be a dream come true; something to make Blaine ridiculously happy. They would probably have spent hours in bed, naked and hungry for each other, trying to make up talked non-stop, only breaking their conversation to kiss and have sex. for months of separation, soaking in the closeness, reluctant to let go even for a moment. They would have the time to stop himself from shouting at them. At some point the skin breaks under his teeth and he feels

But it doesn't work this way, not anymore. He might have not consciously decided to try and distance himself from Kurt here and now, but the mere knowledge that Kurt will be heading back to New York soon and Blaine will stay here, alone, to try and forget him all over again, makes him careful and aloof. Even as the world of possibilities and the bright future that is just waiting to accept and embrace him. as he takes in all the tiny, precious details of Kurt that the months apart blurred in his memory, his mind Blaine's skin aches to touch, to be closer, as close as humanly possible; even as his heart floods with love

remembers: Kurt deserves better. Blaine has to let him go. If he really loves Kurt, he will release him into Kurt seems surprised at first, confused. He tries to initiate closeness, to talk really, openly talk, like they used to do all the time about the previous weeks and months, all the topics they've been avoiding all this

subjects, pretending not to notice Kurt's attempts.

time. Blaine's depression, his suicide attempt, the fact that Kurt never knew anything about it; the distance that wasn't there before. But Blaine can't talk about it can't even start, so he keeps dodging the hard

And the more time passes, the more hurt Kurt looks, the more he retreats into himself, not trying to personal. So they spend hours, alone in the empty house, more like friends than boyfriends and lovers.

cuddle into Blaine's side anymore, not diving too deep into topics that might be even slightly touchy or of his heart tempting him with promises of red, red blood. His mask feels more like a prison with every passing hour, suffocating him and threatening to split open. When Kurt leaves on Friday evening, Blaine - 51 spends long minutes with the pin in his shaking fingers, fighting with the need to use it. He promised

Kurt doesn't ask why anymore. Blaine doesn't explain, either. But it kills him slowly; his skin too tight,

itching to be scratched or punctured open if it can't be touched and caressed; the deceptively steady beat

himself he wouldn't do this, though, not while Kurt is in Ohio. Finally, he hides the tiny thing deep in his Contents drawer and goes to take a long shower instead, the water so hot it hurts.

On Saturday, every minute with Kurt is torture, Blaine's faade so strained that it's cracking in places. He knows his behavior is more and more erratic, moments of clinginess sneaking through his mental barriers, and Kurt looks lost and resigned when they say goodbye, and so sad that Blaine's heart bleeds. Still, he position, numb and defeated, unaware of anything but the empty dreariness of his world and the fact that his ears, Blaine grabs the pushpin and blindly, viciously, pushes it into his thumb. every hour brings him closer to the moment when Kurt will be so, so far away again. His thoughts, manages to resist the siren's call of his little steel friend for several hours, just lying on his bed in a fetal his phone finally stops bringing him Kurt's voice and his words. This is the final straw. Blood pounding in night. And lying with Kurt breathing peacefully in his arms is enough to keep Blaine awake all night long. with all his senses and whispering hotly into his skin; pleas and apologies, explanations and well wishes, time, it will help.

wandering aimlessly, bring him to the realization of just how lonely he is, and how alone he will be when Of course, just as the relief hits him like a shock of cool water on overheated skin, Kurt comes to spend the all watered generously with tears. Kurt sleeps through it all, and even though Blaine knows he'll never tell him all that to his face, he feels better with his words hidden under Kurt's skin, in his hair, built into his very being. Kurt won't remember, but maybe he'll know, one it will be enough for forgiveness, maybe with prolonged forever, and then Kurt is gone. Blaine turns on the spot, comes back to the house and opens the long unused door leading down to the basement. And then it's 5 am and Kurt has to go. There's one last hug, one soft kiss that begs to be held and

He spends the night hours their last hours together like this, he's certain intermittently taking Kurt in

It's his little gym, which he hasn't used in quite some time. The running mill and the training bike are feels so restless he just wants to act, stepping to the center of the room and the heavy boxing bag hanging from the ceiling. The urge is building in his stomach, shooting up his spine in rapid, angry waves. - 52 gathering dust in the corners, his weights lie forgotten on their stand. Stiffly, like an automaton, Blaine

strips off his shirt and picks up his boxing gloves. He makes quick work of wrapping his hands and

fastening the gloves anxiety itching under his skin, nervous energy almost crackling all around him. He

The first punches are furious and fast, and they only build in intensity until everything Blaine hears is the Contents pounding of his heart and the dull thumps of fists hitting the leather of the bag. And screaming. He's of every punch, his body out of practice and not warmed up, sweat stinging his eyes he doesn't care. screaming, raw and angry, like a wounded animal, just letting out sounds and fury and pain without any coherence because he's so beyond that. His muscles ache, his joints feel like they are ripping with the force

He's angry angry at life, at himself, at Kurt, too. It's not fair, not fair that he has to be screwed up like this, destined for some mediocre, lackluster life, undeserving of love, joy and success. Why? What has he ever done that was so bad the world is punishing him like this? Because he sure as hell can't remember believe in? Was it something his ancestors had done that he has to pay for now in karmic currency? Or is it just plain not worth it. just life being cruel, laughing in his face? Giving him the perfect man, love like a dream, successes and

anything that would make him deserve this.Was it something in his previous life that he doesn't really

perspectives, and then snatching it all away? No, worse making him reject it himself, cut it out of his heart with a dull, rusty knife, bit by bit, because he doesn't deserve it. Because he's weak and wrong and And then Kurt just coming back like this, out of the blue, showing him again what he's losing, shoving it anyway, but at least pretend, at least distance himself. in Blaine's face with his beauty, his soft words and softer touches, his kisses and patience and love. Doesn't he know how much harder he's making it to forget him? No, not forget Blaine will never forget Kurt's fingers, feather-light on his wrist last night, burnt Blaine with the intensity of shame like nothing accepts what he can see, what Blaine lets him see, or maybe what he wants to see; just bits and pieces and shiny little details and it's so far from the full, real image.

he'd felt before. It was supposed to be acceptance, probably, but who was Kurt kidding? How could he

accept this, accept Blaine with all his wrongs and weaknesses? He can't, he just doesn't realize it. Kurt Sweat is flowing continuously down Blaine's face and his body now; his arms feel weak and hands beaten now.

to a pulp, his muscles and joints scream with every movement. But the anger and torture of it all don't

lessen, don't flow out with the force of the punches, with sweat and screams, like they always did in He realizes he's crying big, gulping sobs, choking on all the grief and pain and the whirlwind of thoughts - 53 -

Blaine's worst moments when he sought refuge here. It doesn't help, damn it, his last resort doesn't work and emotions going crazy inside his head, impossible to stop. He tears off his gloves in violently fast

movements, dropping them to the floor. His muscles are killing him, but he doesn't care as he runs Contents upstairs, to his bathroom, to hide under streams of water so hot it's almost scalding. He's crying and choking, and trying to stop the chaos in his head, slow it down even a little bit because it's to die, just to stop feeling, to make his mind quiet, make it shut up. making him crazy and nothing helps, nothing at all. It's like he's feeling everything at once, unable to focus on anything hundreds of stimuli, from inside and out, are fighting for his attention, and he feels himself drowning in them. Nothing makes sense and for the first time in his life Blaine really thinks that he wants And then somehow in all this chaos he remembers the pushpin, the singular blade of pain, the simple with how lost and hurting he is. He'll just use something else, and if this doesn't help It has to help. It has to, or he'll go crazy.

beauty of blood. He doesn't have it there with him though, and even if he did, it wouldn't be enough, not

Reaching out of the shower and forcing the medicine cabinet open, Blaine retrieves the straight razor that he got as a gift from his grandfather when he started shaving. His hands are trembling so bad he almost he just wants to stop the hurricane in his head. caress. drops the razor while trying to open it with wet slick fingers, but finally, he succeeds. Even though something in his brain whispers, no, bad idea, it's the road leading even deeper, right now he doesn't care, in the stormy waves of everything else Blaine presses the blade to his upper arm and slides it in a light

Without even stopping to think the voice in his head screaming now, pleading, reasoning, but getting lost The pain is sharp and perfect, centering him immediately, giving him the feeling of control. Blood flows into the drain. So he does it again, and again, focusing on that sharp burn bringing him the feeling of calm. Daze and a pleasant rush envelop him as he gets out of the shower at last and dries himself off in slow, bed. He's asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow. - 54 -

down his arm, drips from his fingers to swirl on the floor for a moment, so pretty, and then gets sucked relaxed movements. Not bothering to cover his nudity, Blaine grabs a washcloth to press to his still bleeding arm the pressure brings back some of the pain and god, that feels good and goes right back to

When he wakes up, it's late afternoon and his brain has switched back on at last, calm and rational. For a bicep; shallow, but caked with dried blood. It's nothing like the tiny scratches and pinpricks of before, and now there's no escaping the word he heard and read so many times. Cutter.

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moment Blaine hopes that it was just a dream, but no. There are six long cuts across the width of his left the feelings of shame and unease hit him hard. This is something else, something so much worse because

He's no longer playing with fire, creeping along the edge. He's a cutter. He can add this to the resume of his failures. Congratulations.

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Chapter Fourteen
By the time his parents return from their business trip that evening, Blaine has decided that it was a onetime mistake, a stupid, impulsive thing that he will never do again. He really doesn't need to get any more screwed up. He manages to stick to his decision until Tuesday, but honestly, on Monday he already knows it's going to New York safely. Even though Blaine knows that this is exactly how it should go, with Kurt slowly getting over him and focusing on his college life and new people, he can't erase the vision of his beautiful, heartbroken face from his memory. It comes back every time he closes his eyes or gets lost in thought, haunting him day and night.

be a problem. Kurt has hardly contacted him at all since the short text to let him know that he arrived in

not telling the therapist everything, of course, just the parts about wanting to prolong their time together forever, about love and longing, always longing. It should hurt, he knows, but it doesn't, his brain and connected to Kurt precious, with so many other connections gone. Now, he doesn't even have this.

honest. Blaine hates that. It's like walking in a thick, cold grey cloud. Everything is fuzzy and immaterial, unimportant. During therapy on Monday evening he talks about his Thanksgiving and about Kurt's visit

Soon he can feel the numbness creeping up on him again, saving him from the heartache, but leaving him feeling half-alive, half-awake, half-human. No pain means no good feelings either. No feelings at all, to be

heart numb, frozen. It's even worse than the pain, somehow at least the pain was his, a part of his life still By Tuesday, Blaine isn't even sure if he's awake. Everything seems unreal, distant, like an echo of his life, himself to only cut once. Just to check if he can make himself feel again. much easier to breathe and think clearly. like he's living in his own head. That afternoon he's home alone and on the verge of a panic attack as he's

trying to hold on to reality. He ends up in the bathroom, the razor in his violently shaking hand, promising

Four more fresh cuts adorn his arm a moment later, but the world has come back into focus and it's so After that, it spirals down fast. On Wednesday morning he adds new cuts to his collection, this time on his upper thigh. By the evening, after therapy, the numb, panic-inducing feeling is back and he cuts again. He

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Except Kurt calls him on Thursday morning and asks, just like that, if he wants them to break up. Blaine they talked for a long while. Any restraint goes out the window after that, the skin of his thigh is shredded to take his life again guiding his hand. Weak as a baby, probably more from shock than the blood loss, Blaine spends the whole day in bed, within minutes. At least he has enough control to cut light, shallow, his promise to Kurt that he won't try

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doesn't remember much from this conversation after he forces out the quiet Yes, although he's pretty sure

mostly sleeping, occasionally waking up only to remember that he broke up with Kurt. He can't even cry, suffocated by the nothingness; the heaviness in his chest and the way the world seems emptier and darker saying he's tired and going back to bed. than ever seem to be the only real feelings. He's grateful for the fact that his mom doesn't come back home It's getting worse. So much worse than Blaine ever believed possible.

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Chapter Fifteen
It takes hours for Kurt to truly understand what's happened, what is still happening. He's off the plane and in his empty dorm room, changing before heading to work, when it hits him: Blaine doesn't really want them to be together anymore. Kurt's first boyfriend, first lover, first everything really, is slowly, but surely

falling out of love with him. When days ago Kurt was still dreaming about their future together here in New York, even going as far as secretly hoping for a wedding and, when he felt very daring, thinking about names for their future children, Blaine probably no longer wanted any of it. Not with Kurt, anyway. And he say it himself, sparing him the ordeal? Or that there may still be a chance for them? couldn't even admit it, opting for distancing himself more and more. Hoping for what? That Kurt would

It's getting late and Kurt really has to leave to get to his shift at the coffeeshop on time, but he can't move every move, every breath hurts. Yes, he'd always known it might happen one day. He isn't stupid, he people talk with envy and awe. knows the statistics concerning the chances of a high school love your first love surviving college and

a huge gaping hole seems to suddenly have taken residence inside his chest, pain radiating from it until

becoming a life-long relationship. He's heard it time and time again, from too many people. But still, all along, he's been harboring hope that this love, their love, would be the rare exception, the kind of which But apparently it isn't meant to be. And they are so entangled in each other, have grown so close and deep away parts of himself; blood, tears and agony. Even thinking about it is unbearable. Kurt wants to just curl dream. in bed and cry himself to sleep, hoping that he will wake up in the morning and realize it was just a bad into each others' lives and hearts that separating himself from Blaine won't be possible without tearing

He doesn't, though, forcing himself to move, to go on, to get busy. Maudling really won't help quite the slip into the deep, deep hole of grieving over his relationship that hasn't even ended yet, he won't be able to do any of these and will ultimately lose them too. He has to focus on anything but Blaine. That's the only way for him to survive this.

contrary; if he's losing Blaine, the only constant, only safe place apart from his family, he needs other things to anchor him and give him purpose. Studying, working, being with his friends if he lets himself

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stand. Only then does he let himself go back to his room and fall on the bed, not even bothering to wash

dark dreams pressing heavily on his chest and waking him up repeatedly.

It takes every bit of Kurt's willpower to focus during his classes on Monday; and filling all the spare moments with studying in the library and working helps only until he's back in his dorm room that evening. At least Danny is there, too, and before Kurt knows it, he's telling his friend about the disastrous trip home.

the smell of the coffeeshop off his skin. He's asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, but the night is bad,

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Danny whistles when Kurt's finished.

"Wait, so you worked like a slave those previous weeks only to have your heart broken by the love of your it all up and get the booze. And don't even try to say no. You need this." Kurt doesn't protest. Maybe he does need it. At least, it's a way to forget, even if only for one night.

life? Man, that's harsh. I think it calls for some serious therapy. Tomorrow night, at the girls' place. I'll set

So Tuesday at 8 he arrives with Danny at the apartment that Kathy, Michelle and Emily rent together and his friends about his boyfriend's depression and the way he tried to kill himself, and how Kurt wanted to and how is that even fair? Victor's deep voice sounds by Kurt's side too close, right in his personal space. someone better, stronger " be there for him, support him because he loves Blaine, dammit, but instead he's getting a cold shoulder

before Kurt knows it, he's drunk and more angry than heartbroken for a change. An hour later he's telling

"Well, I'd say it's all for the better, really. The man is clearly too weak to be good for you; you deserve He speaks on, but Kurt doesn't hear anymore over a flood of words and sensations suddenly overflowing remember all of them, just bits and pieces, but even these are enough to make his head spin. - 59 his brain. It feels like something clicked inside his head, shifted, releasing a memory or a dream? There words, so many words whispered quietly and urgently in Blaine's voice, raw with emotion. He still doesn't

was a warm hand on the skin of his back and hot tears sliding over Kurt's neck and chest, and there were

Contents I'm weak, Kurt, so weak and a failure and just wrong. I don't deserve your love, you need someone better because you are And,

I'm not getting better baby, I never will it's not the depression, it's me, just me, that's how I am, not good enough, never good enough And,

I'm sorry, please, I hope you'll forgive me one day. It's better like that, better for you, you'll be better off without me. should be possible. And the words that hit Kurt like a bucket of cold water, clearing his alcohol-muddled brain faster that

I love you so very much, I always will, Kurt. Even if I never get to tell you again, in my heart you will always be the one and only. Always. Kurt's up and on his way to the door before he even realizes what he's doing. Someone calls after him, think, to remember. tries to stop him, but he doesn't care. Grabbing his coat, he runs out into the night; he needs to sober up, to

An hour-long walk to his dorm through the freezing city helps with sobering and thinking, but not remembering. Kurt still can't be sure if what he remembered are parts of a dream he had that Saturday him crazy because this little detail is what changes everything.

night with Blaine, or if it actually happened when he was asleep, but maybe only half so. And it's driving remember it means that not only didn't he stop loving Kurt; he's pushing him away because he feels like he's even getting worse instead of better. If Blaine really said all those things to him and he knows there were many more, he just can't quite

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Sudden fear grips Kurt's heart as he lies down on his dorm bed, not even bothering to undress. How can would do if that night scene really happened.

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he find out what really happened? He could just call Blaine and ask him, but if his boyfriend really went to

all this trouble to cover it all up, and did it so well that Kurt wasn't able to realize it well, then there's no He doesn't get up all Wednesday, skipping classes and work, too busy thinking, considering, planning. Nothing is more important than that now. Weighing his feelings and responsibilities, wondering where love ends and madness begins. Calculating risks and reactions and strengths. Finally, early Thursday morning, as soon as Danny leaves the room to grab some breakfast and coffee, Kurt takes a deep breath know.

guarantee that his answer will solve the mystery. Kurt needs to find another way. And decide what he

and calls the well known number. He feels sick, knowing what he's about to do, but he needs to shake Blaine out of his masks and defenses; he needs him open and vulnerable, if only for a moment. He has to honesty to ask. Blaine's voice is a bit slurry, sleep-rough when he answers, and Kurt uses that rare moment of half-awake

"Blaine, I need to know. Do you want us to break up?"

The choked yes breaks his heart, but then he's flooded with words and explanations and apologies, all of which come to one: You should find someone else, someone good, and live your life in New York without don't deserve you. That's all Kurt needs to know, really. anything holding you back. Kurt's not sure Blaine even knows what he's saying by the end of it, his voice After they disconnect, Kurt gets up quickly, his mind working on full speed already planning, making to do lists, not a bit of hesitation left. All day he's running around, talking to people; writing requests and about how Blaine must feel now; he can't afford it. He'll think about it tomorrow.

breaking and his words just barely covering the real meaning: Find someone better. I'm not good enough. I

filling forms; presenting his case; organizing things with his friends; packing his bag. He doesn't think Friday, at the crack of dawn, there are hugs and warm words and promises. And then Kurt's boarding the plane, not looking back. He will return. But right now, he needs to be somewhere else.

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Chapter Sixteen
Kurt managed not to focus on Blaine all day yesterday, busy organizing everything, but now, sitting idly on the plane, he suddenly can't think about anything else. It's been 24 hours since they talked; Blaine's probably been feeling terrible. Kurt can't help but remember his breaking voice, how lost he sounded, how and he feels like every minute of flight and then the bus ride from Columbus stretches painfully, full to the bursting point of seconds and heartbeats and anxious thoughts. Time flows slowly like a thick syrup, and

unhappy both on the phone and in the memory of that dream that was probably not a dream after all

promised. But this was before, when he still hoped for Kurt's support, before he denied himself even this comfort. Would he still feel obliged to keep his promise now?

by the time Kurt finally gets off the bus, he feels almost sick with dreadful anticipation, the memory of those terrible hours after Blaine's suicide attempt still fresh in his mind, forcing his legs to go faster, almost in a run, during the 15-minute walk to Blaine's house. He wouldn't do that again, would he? He

Kurt is almost breathless, his stomach clenching painfully, when he finally arrives at the Andersons' briefcase in hand. She startles as she almost collides with him. "Kurt, hi, what a surprise! Back home for the weekend? Sorry, I need to run, I'm already late go on,

doorstep. Before he can ring the doorbell, the door opens to reveal Blaine's mom, dressed for work, Blaine's in his room, still asleep, most likely. He must have been reading half the night again. See you later!" And with that, she's gone, her small black convertible backing off from the driveway seconds later.

Kurt comes in and now that he's finally here, he can feel his fear like a palpable thing. His heart tries to He knows he'll do anything.

leave his body via his throat and his hands shake as he leaves his bag, coat and heavy boots by the door before quietly ascending the wooden steps on sock-clad feet. What state will he find Blaine in, what mood?

Will he have to convince him to drop the faade? Make him listen? Yes, probably. Will he be able to help?

Breath catching in his throat, Kurt knocks on the familiar door. There's a muffled Yes, mom, I'm awake, I'll be out in a minute and it sounds like Blaine's in his bathroom. So Kurt waits for a bit and knocks again. The voice is closer now, strong and level, and had Kurt not seen dozens of times how well Blaine hides behind mental walls and covers his true emotions, he might believe he imagined everything these last few days. - 62 -

through books on his desk. He looks his usual, dapper self. Until he turns a moment later, that is. The second he sees Kurt in the middle of the room, the shock makes all pretenses fall and Blaine just looks himself. A pale, exhausted, broken version of himself. promise everything would be all right now. But before he can do anything, one more detail catches his eye. like like No. God no. Kurt wants to move forward immediately, to get to him, gather him into a tight hug and apologize, soothe, One of Blaine's short sleeves has folded back a little and the even red lines that peek from under it look Kurt realizes there must be a horror-struck expression on his face because Blaine follows his gaze to his cut arm, Blaine whispers, his voice barely audible and his eyes squeezed shut. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" arm and the cuts, and he crumples. Hunching over and curling in on himself, his hand pressed against the

"Okay, okay. Come in."

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So he does. Blaine's standing with his back to the door, in simple blue jeans and a black t-shirt, shuffling

And no matter what Kurt's emotions are now, no matter his shock and guilt and regret that it took him so long, too long to realize, he pushes it all aside. These can wait, Blaine is what's important now. soothingly.

In two strides he's by Blaine's side, embracing him, pulling him as close as physically possible, feeling the "I'm here baby, I love you, I'm not leaving you again. I promise."

boy cling to him with all his might. He can feel hot tears on his own cheeks as he strokes Blaine's back

For a moment, Blaine is certain that he's hallucinating.

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and so, so tired after a night filled with nothing but emptiness left after he tore out his heart and crushed it

by telling Kurt they are over. And then his mom or so he thought was knocking on his door, and he was

getting dressed in a hurry and pretending to be busy, praying that she wouldn't go into the bathroom

where the evidence of his actions still lay scattered all over the floor and counters. And the next thing he knows, Kurt's there, in the middle of his room. Which is impossible. And then Kurt sees. it forever.

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This is the point where Blaine stops caring if it's reality or a creation of his weak, unstable mind. It doesn't

Except some time later his brain switches back on and insists on investigating the case. They are on the own; can smell Kurt's scent that he'd recognize anywhere. And as he looks up, there's Kurt's face in the wants to believe it so much. He wants it to be true, all of it. Can it be? Is it possible? unmistakable voice repeats again and again that he's here, he's back, he's not going anywhere. And Blaine

matter. He's in Kurt's arms, warm and safe and so close, and if it's a hallucination fine, he'll gladly live in

bed by then, lying tangled together, and Blaine can feel Kurt's body, which he knows almost better than his

cold morning light, sad and worried, so full of concern and so real, and then Kurt's voice, that Kurt's hand, tender on his cheek, makes him focus on the beautiful eyes he loves so much. over?"

"Blaine, I don't want us to break up, I love you so much it hurts, it can't be over. Do you really want it to be wants someone to make it right. To make him feel safe and whole and real; take this weight off him. So he whispers the only absolute truth there is. "No. Never. I love you."

Face to face, drowning in Kurt's eyes, he can't lie or pretend. He's too drained to pretend anyway, he just

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Chapter Seventeen
Blaine wants to cry, everything stuffed inside for months choking him, but he can't. He wants to let go, to getting through, coming out strangled and raw. He needs something simple. Something real. "Fuck me." "What?" Kurt's eyes are huge, almost scared. stop trying, there's simply too much of everything; things and feelings and hate, pain and guilt. He's tried so hard to keep it all in that now he just can't stop, even though he wants to. Even his voice has trouble

"I need you to fuck me. Please, Kurt. I need "

"But but we haven't done this in so long. Maybe we should take it slow?"

"Kurt." His voice is broken, a half-sob really. "Please. I need to feel you. I need to feel." searching For what?

Kurt's eyes are sharp, inquisitive on his; Blaine feels as if he's looking into his very soul, measuring, always warms Blaine to the core. Kurt smiles.

Whatever it is, he must have found it, understood it, because his face softens into this loving look that "Okay. All right, I I'll take care of you. Just let me. Let go, just take. Let me in."

So Blaine does. For the first time in months he allows himself to let go of everything, not holding onto any of his masks and facades, not trying to fit into any mold or image. Just be. Maybe not even this. Just feel.

Kurt kisses him, all heat and passion; just lips first, his tongue gaining access and conquering, taking back his rule and ownership, in the best way.

what's always been his. His kisses are fierce, but never rough; the teeth on Blaine's neck, lips sucking hard

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pressure, touches with more nails and nipping with teeth, as if showing Kurt's there, as if reestablishing

Their clothes come off under Kurt's attentive fingers, Blaine's skin being rediscovered again, every single Contents inch of it, with hungry kisses and fervent touches. Kurt's breath over him is fast and shallow, interspersed down Blaine's pants and boxers in one go. with little moans when Blaine arches and shudders soundlessly, the bulge in Kurt's briefs hard and hot There's a gasp and a pause then, a wet hitching of Kurt's breath and even without opening his eyes Blaine Will they be stormy grey now, or aqua green? Or maybe the gentle blue of forget-me-nots?

against Blaine's thigh. It's everything he needs now, just this, nothing but this. Kurt's hands are pulling knows why. The clusters of cuts on his thighs, some so very fresh, the skin around red and raised. That's it, he thinks. This is where Kurt realizes just how fucked up Blaine is; where he says he can't do this. He dares to look, because he suddenly needs to see his fate in Kurt's eyes, in their color ever-changing like the sea.

where they sting briefly, and Blaine gasps because he can feel it, down to the core. But the next instant Kurt's lips are right there instead, soothing, tracing the cuts so gently, each and every one of them and something in Blaine's chest lets go, some impossible knot unravels because he's forgiven. he wants to moan and whimper and beg, but he can't, feeling mute and choked up, so he just lies there and now, today, that's exactly what he needs and Kurt somehow knows. Kurt's lips don't stop now, going up again, quick licks over Blaine's balls, tongue swiping up the shaft and tongue swirling around the head. Kurt's hand caressing and fondling his balls, sliding down without preamble and Blaine whimpers internally because they're never that fast about it, they take their time, but A click of the lube bottle, hidden where it's always been and nearly unused since Kurt's departure, and

They're none of these, it turns out; it's all liquid silver as tears fill them, reflecting the cold winter light from the window. And when Kurt leans down, two tears drop, as if in slow-motion, on the marred flesh

takes in all the sensations. Kurt's mouth sinking down on him, deep and practiced, sucking hard, his

then there are fingers against Blaine's entrance, slick and warm, sliding inside two at once. And it stings prepared, and Kurt is reaching to the drawer for a condom. what he's saying.

and burns so perfectly, the waves of sensations warming up Blaine's blood. Kurt makes a quick work of it, finger, just a moment too soon and perfectly right, and then they're all gone, right as he feels almost Something grows hot and daring in Blaine's chest then and the words are out before he can even realize - 66 -

much quicker than ever before, sliding and stretching and crooking right there, and then there's the third

"No, Kurt without? Please?"

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There's just a bit of hesitation before Kurt asks, "You trust me that much?" breath. They've never done this before. "Okay."

And it's never been an issue because of course he trusts Kurt, so he just nods. Kurt breathes a deep, shaky

There's a squelchy sound from the lube bottle and the next instant Kurt's cock is against Blaine's entrance, pushing in slowly enough not to hurt too much, but not enough for it to be completely smooth; and the stretch, the pleasure-pain of being filled and taken is just what Blaine needed. It's hot and tightly fitting, and amazing with the feeling of skin instead of latex, everything just more like this, and if Blaine could find shoulders instead. his voice, he would keen and gasp, but he can't, not yet, so he arches and clenches his hands on Kurt's Kurt doesn't pause to let him get used to the feeling again after so many months, and Blaine's so grateful sensations, more to feel, more friction and pressure. So when Kurt sets a fast pace from the beginning, it's just what he wants everything hard and deep and perfectly angled, and Kurt's hand working him in in his belly, his balls, tighter and harder and hotter, yet still there's no sound in him, no way to release the pressure that's been building up for so long. "Let go, Blaine. I've got you, let go." Kurt's voice is a growl in Blaine's ear as he pounds into him, his movements jerky and dominating. quick, fluid motions, and Blaine lets himself be swallowed by in, drowned in feeling, as if making up for all for this. Because with everything rolling and whirling and boiling inside, he needs more more the time he'd lost, for everything else that he could have lost, but miraculously didn't. It coils tight and low

Everything clenches then, stronger than ever, painful, and then releases, tearing out from Blaine's throat pain until there was no more room for hope, flows out now, leaving him empty and shaking and lost. But him spilling into him warm and there, all life and colors, and love. - 67 he'll catch him if Blaine falls again. And when Kurt's hips stutter seconds later, once, twice, Blaine can feel

in a long, raw cry as he's coming all over his stomach. Everything that was filling him with darkness and then Kurt moves in him again, slower now, gentle, and oh yes, there he is. He's not alone. Kurt's got him,

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there. Blaine just needs to ask, to reach for his hand whenever he needs it.

He's already sore after the sex, more than ever before, more than after their first time even, and it's exactly what he wants, what he needs now. To be reminded that Kurt's got him, every time he moves. It's like an anchor that holds him down in a place of hope. And when he falls asleep, his last thought isn't Maybe I won't wake up. It's Maybe when I wake up, I'll get a step closer to being better.

own body immediately relaxes into the familiar one behind. So it wasn't a desperate dream then. His mind, embrace, he lets out a relieved breath and smiles, a small, shaky smile that surprises even himself. "Kurt." "Hi. How do you feel?"

It's four hours later when Blaine wakes up, feeling better and more like himself than he has in weeks. Before he can start to wonder, an arm slung over his waist tightens, pulling him closer against warm chest, and even without the melodious voice saying Hi, sleeping beauty, he would recognize Kurt by the way his

so clear now, and his aching body only confirm that. Still, Blaine has to see, to make sure. Turning in the

"Better. You're here." Awed, still disbelieving, Blaine realizes something. "Wait, how can you be here? You have classes and a job and" Kurt kisses his forehead softly and shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it. There are other things I'm more worried about now." throat.

Kurt's eyes are full of concern, slightly red and puffy, and Blaine feels a bitter wave of shame rise in his "I know. I'm sorry, I "

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"Blaine, don't." Kurt's voice is firm but gentle, and Blaine dares to look up. "Please, don't. Let me take care think ways to help you. Can you tell me how long you've been cutting?" his boyfriend's arms tight and safe around him.

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of the man I love, that's what I came here for. I'm not judging you. I just want to understand so that I can The slightest waver on the last word, that's the only sign that Kurt feels upset or distressed, but Blaine "The first time it was after you left on Sunday. But I hurt myself in other ways before." "Does anyone know?" can't look him in the eye as he answers, so he hides again, whispering against the soft skin of Kurt's chest,

He can hear Kurt's breathing hitch for a moment of silence before the next question comes. Blaine shakes his head, wordless. Kurt's embrace tightens even more, reassuringly so. "Has anyone realized that you're getting worse?" Blaine shakes his head again, not even trying to deny he has been getting steadily worse; he knows that. He feels Kurt's chest expand as he sighs deeply, then a gentle hand strokes his cheek and makes him raise his head to be face to face with Kurt. Suddenly, he's afraid of what he's going to hear. "Blaine, I love you so very much, you know that, right?" He nods. "I have to ask you for something that may be really hard for you. I promise I will be right here by your side all along, but I can't help you by myself, I about how you really feel, everything."

don't know how. You need more; you have to tell your mom and your therapist. Today. About the cutting, whole world how much more of a screw-up he really is? No!

He can't, no, no way. His whole body starts to shake violently just from thinking about it. To admit to the But Kurt is holding him firmly, his hand soothing on his back, his voice whispering I love you and We'll get through this together as Blaine shakes and sobs until there are no more tears and no energy to keep afraid, terrified really; not sure if he'll be able to get through this. - 69 fighting it. Because honestly, he knows. He can't do this without help; he's in too deep, too lost. But he's so

But then Kurt, his Kurt, kisses him softly on the lips and Blaine nods because yes, he'll do it, he has to. Kurt smiles, visibly relieved. something to eat and go. I'll drive you to therapy, okay? You're too shaken to drive." "Will you come in with me?" "Do you want me to?" "Then I will."

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"I'm so proud of you, Blaine. You have no idea how proud. Come on now, we need to get dressed, get

"Yes. Please." He can't do it alone.

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Kurt is so angry at himself he kind of wishes he could kick himself in the ass hard. How could he have week ago, instead of getting defensive and anxious and avoiding the topic. Does he really trust Blaine that little that he doubted his feelings at the first sign of trouble? Stupid, stupid, so stupid. been so stupid? He was right here, he saw the changes in Blaine, he could have done something almost a But self-flagellation won't help now, there's no use thinking about what could have been. He's here now,

make it easier for him.

Kurt watched a documentary about cutting once, so he knows it's not going to be easy for his boyfriend. arrange everything in New York the way he did and come back as soon as physically possible. Every additional day could have been worse.

he finally knows what has been happening now he just has to do everything in his power to help Blaine,

And there's really not much he can do to help he'll be there, he'll love and support him, always, no matter that's something. For the tenth time today, Kurt thanks whichever non-existing deity that inspired him to

what; but the actual battle is Blaine's to fight. Thankfully, he hasn't been hurting himself long, so at least

almost painfully tight as he gets up, is answer enough. So they enter the room together, Blaine literally leaning on him for support. crimes against himself; listening to him beat himself up with so much self-hatred that it burns like acid.

Blaine is quiet as they drive to the therapy center and sit in the cozy waiting room. When he is called in,

Kurt doesn't even have to ask if he really wants him there the way his boyfriend's hand clutches his, The next hour is pure torture seeing his beautiful, strong, perfect boyfriend fall apart as he confesses his

actually live through all he's describing.

But Kurt sits there unflinching, holding Blaine tightly and surely, even though tears flow from his eyes because no matter how much it hurts him to see and hear this, it must have hurt Blaine so much more to

By the end of the session Blaine's voice is hoarse, barely audible, and he's visibly drained. Finally the therapist stops asking questions and taps her notebook with a pen for a minute before she speaks.

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medication immediately. You are severely depressed, and the recent self-harming behavior is a risk we

can't take. I also think that you should be admitted back to the hospital for two, maybe three weeks, to be Contents monitored until the medication kicks in properly." "No! I don't want to go back there." "Is it really necessary?" Blaine tenses by Kurt's side on a couch, his eyes wide and panicky.

Kurt strokes his back soothingly, muscles stiff and trembling under his palm, and looks up at the woman. "Well, the first period of taking this kind of medication can be unpredictable, especially with teenagers there may be days when Blaine will feel worse, the urges may get stronger, even suicidal thoughts may home where he would be alone." Kurt nods; it's understandable. appear. He will need monitoring, someone to be with him at all times, to help and react quickly if anything like this should happen. And since I know that Blaine's parents are often absent, I can't risk letting him go

"What if I were there with him? All the time for those two or three weeks? I'm sure his parents won't mind if they can't be there themselves." The therapist looks at him appraisingly.

"Kurt, it's really brave of you, but do you have time to really be there non-stop, day and night? Besides, "I've taken care of my dad, by myself, after he had a heart attack two years ago. I will manage. And I have all the time Blaine needs." She thinks for a moment before nodding. have you ever taken such a responsibility upon yourself? Taking care of another person for weeks without a break is a hard, mentally exhausting job. You're young "

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anything out of the ordinary happens. And Blaine, I expect daily phone calls with reports on how you are feeling, in addition to our sessions. The hospital is not out of the picture yet, I need you boys to understand

instantly, slumping against his side with relief. "One more thing. Blaine, I have to call your mom to make sure she's okay with this arrangement. How much do you want me to tell her? Don't get me wrong, she should know all of this, about your self-harming in particular, but you can tell her yourself, if you prefer." Blaine's face is hidden on Kurt's shoulder at this point, his voice muffled. "No. Tell her, please. I don't think I'll be able to do it."

it it may become necessary at some point, to ensure Blaine's safety." Kurt nods and Blaine relaxes

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Blaine's mom is already home when they come back after a short detour to the pharmacy to fill the prescription. Blaine groans quietly when they see her car on the driveway. "Kuuuurt. I can't deal with more of this tonight."

He sounds weak and tired, and Kurt wants nothing more than to take him straight to bed and hold him safely through the night, to let him rest. But they have to talk to Blaine's mom and they have to talk to her now, before he takes the first pill. So he turns to cup Blaine's cheek and kiss him gently on the lips. "Honey, you're doing great, I am so proud of you. I know you must be exhausted, but we have to do this one thing, just have this one conversation, and then we'll go to bed and cuddle, and you will sleep however long you want, okay? And when you wake up, I'll be right there with you. Come on, let's get this over with."

Blaine nods and stumbles out of the car, and hand in hand, they go inside and into the well-lit kitchen. One look is enough to know that the therapist has already called. Mrs. Anderson is sitting by the table, her face hidden in her hands, but she shoots up immediately when they come in. Her face is wet, eyes red and puffy his curls and repeating "My baby, my dear, dear baby." as she closes the distance between them in quick strides and pulls Blaine into tight embrace, smoothing Eventually, Kurt is the one who does all the talking, relating the therapist's words to Mrs. Anderson and assuring her that he will gladly stay however long he's needed. Blaine, after uncovering his arm to show Mrs. Anderson cries, blaming herself for not noticing, for having a job that makes her too busy and absent - 73 -

the cuts with his eyes set down in shame, rests his head heavily on his mom's shoulder, utterly drained.

from her son's life. She can't even take a leave now because she's the head organizer of a huge international conference in Boston and no one knows enough to fill in for her. Kurt knows she loves that

job though and besides, he doesn't mind staying with his boyfriend, he wouldn't mind doing much more redeem himself, in his own eyes if no one else's. Blaine whines softly when the talk gets too long it may only be past seven, but he looks about ready to goodnight and retreat to the bedroom. Before they leave the kitchen, Blaine's mom hugs him tightly. "Thank you, Kurt. If it wasn't for you, I can't even I Just, thank you."

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than that, anything really his own guilt burning in his throat, pushing him to do anything he can to collapse so Kurt takes out the pills and hands him one, along with a glass of water, before they say

Helping his boyfriend into his PJs and settling into bed with him feels nice, no matter what reasons Kurt lies there for hours, listening to Blaine's deep, regular breathing, and for the first time since he got he disappears during the night, but for a long time, he's the only one sleeping.

brought them back together like this. Blaine falls asleep immediately, clutching at Kurt tightly, as if afraid

here this morning he lets himself think about his own emotions and fears. It was a long, terrifying day, a day that changed so much and set new challenges before them. Kurt is certain that with their love and care relationship, and yes, for himself too. Because tomorrow, while Mrs. Anderson stays with Blaine, Kurt will not the best news any parents may expect. go home to tell his family. And it's not something he's looking forward to. They won't be thrilled. for each other, they will get through it, but it doesn't make him any less afraid. For Blaine, for their After all, hearing that your son is taking a year-long break from college because his boyfriend needs him is

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It doesn't go too well.

"What do you mean you're taking a year off? Just like that, without even discussing it with us? And mere months after you started, too? I thought this school was your dream!"

Burt is pacing the kitchen, agitated and upset. Carole sits quietly by the table, listening. Kurt called before he set off after all, he doesn't want to give his dad another heart attack, just appearing on their doorstep His voice comes out pleading as he answers. concerning Blaine, no details, so they were understandably worried when he arrived. Right now, his dad is more angry than anything though. Kurt tried to prepare himself for that, but he feels guilty nonetheless.

when everyone thought he was in New York. He only said he flew back because there was an emergency

"It was; it still is. And I didn't drop out or anything; I'm just postponing it. Dad, I spoke to the dean. He here." Burt grumbles something unintelligible and Kurt frowns. "What?"

considered the situation and the fact that I've already proven to be a talented and dedicated student. He agreed to let me take the break, even though it's quite unusual in freshmen year. My place is waiting for me next year, though I'll have to retake all of the classes I've been attending so far. But Blaine needs me to sound irritated, and failing. "I'm wondering if Blaine isn't maybe exaggerating. To get you back here."

Kurt gasps.

"Nothing, just Sacrificing your education for a boyfriend isn't a smart move, Kurt." His dad is trying not

"Do you even know Blaine, dad? No, he isn't exaggerating. He tried to hide it from me and everyone else; in fact, he even went as far as trying to break up with me because he didn't want to be a burden. So yeah, it any time he needed. "Excuse me, I must check this."

was clearly a ruse to get me to come back. As was his getting so severely depressed that he started cutting The message is indeed from Blaine; Kurt frowns as he opens it. Kurt, are you coming soon?

and is on meds now." His phone buzzes then and he pulls it out immediately he told Blaine to text him

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The phone vibrates in his hand, another text coming. Kurt please I need you He presses the call button immediately; Blaine sounds scared and on edge as he answers. "Blaine, baby, what's going on? Where's your mom?"

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"Downstairs, I came up to my room. I don't know what's going on, I feel strange, numb, like Like I'm not here, and I'm itching to do something, to try and feel and" closer to his ear.

Kurt heard enough during Blaine's therapy yesterday to know what that means. He presses the phone "Blaine, are you in your bathroom now?"

There's a moment of silence, then a quiet "Not yet."

"Good. Listen to me, baby. I want you to go find your mom right now, and tell her you need something to get busy. Anything. Okay? I want to hear you go and tell her." Blaine agrees reluctantly and Kurt listens to his door being opened and closed, his footsteps on the stairs, then the conversation with Mrs. Anderson. He speaks into the phone. you're doing good, baby." expression. "Blaine, I'm on my way, I'll be there as soon as I can. Please don't leave your mom's side, okay? I love you,

Disconnecting, Kurt's already up and on his way to the door. His dad is looking at him with a worried "I have to go. I know you don't agree with my decision, dad, and I'm sorry, but it's my life and this is what I feel I need to do now." "Kurt, wait! So you're staying at Blaine's house now?"

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"Yes, for two, maybe three weeks, until his meds start working. He shouldn't be alone and his mom can't take leave right now. And he feels safest with me anyway. Dad, I need to go." "Kurt " "I'm sorry. I love you."

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Seconds later, Kurt's back in Blaine's car and speeding towards the Andersons' house. The rest of the day is hard. Blaine is edgy and restless, can't sit still or focus on anything, says he feels like everything is unreal, like he's floating away. He's dizzy, too, and by the evening he's starting to panic with should pass within days, a week maybe. Blaine looks like he wants to die when he hears that and Kurt desperately looks for some way to ease the discomfort for him. They go to bed early again, but neither of them is sleepy yet, and while Kurt is definitely not one of the people who believe that sex is the answer to everything, he decides to try something. Grabbing baby oil

all the strange, unfamiliar sensations. They call his therapist, who says that it's normal and the worst of it

kissing generously all over the warm olive skin. He doesn't know if it can help his boyfriend feel more over Blaine's back, dragging fingers over muscles, massaging and tickling lightly, all the while talking to Blaine, reminding him of their special moments and important days; silly dates and earnest discussions; laughing and crying together, and planning their future. He can feel Blaine relax under his touch, focus on suddenly, his face goes somber and tense again. "Kurt You still haven't told me. What about your school? When do you have to go back?" Kurt doesn't stop his ministrations as he smiles lovingly at the beautiful boy beneath him.

here, more real again, but he has to try whatever he can. And what he can do is touch sliding his palms his monologue until finally he joins in with his own memories, even laughs a couple of times. Then,

from his bag (sometimes you don't have time for a full body lotion routine and baby oil on wet skin has to

suffice, all right?), he moves back to the bed. A moment later Blaine's t-shirt is off and Kurt is touching and

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Blaine's amber eyes are a surprise, as is the expression of complete misery on his face. "What? Blaine,

what happened? It's a good thing, and don't worry, I didn't drop out, there's still a place for me next year. Blaine!" He lays down by his boyfriend's side and gathers him to his chest, shocked and a little scared. He doesn't

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It's not until a long while later that he finds out the reason.

"Kurt, I I didn't apply to any New York colleges. I only sent an application to Ohio State, and only because I had to pretend I was actually going to college, while honestly, I wasn't planning to, not really." Wow. That is a blow.

understand Blaine's back shakes with violent sobs and Kurt's t-shirt is soaked with tears within minutes.

"But why? Don't you want to go to New York anymore? To live together, be free to not hide anymore, to our lives there, our careers "

maybe get married one day if we wanted to " Kurt knows he blushes at that but he doesn't care. "Make "No!" Blaine scrambles to sit up and only then Kurt realizes that he's kneeling and a foot away. How did gave up." this happen? "No, Kurt, please don't think that. I just stopped believing I can do this, you know? That I deserve to get there, that I could succeed in college, not to mention in any of my dream jobs. So I just Kurt moves back to Blaine's side, frantic, his mind already working, counting, planning.

"Of course you will succeed, you are amazing, it's only the depression talking. I believe in you, Blaine; even if you don't believe in yourself now, I believe enough for both of us. There's still a little time to send the your dream our dream. If it's still your dream, that is." Blaine clutches Kurt's hands tightly, tears still clinging to his long eyelashes. "It is, so much; it just seems so unattainable right now" applications; not much, mere days, but we'll manage. I'll help you if you need it. I won't let you give up on

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Chapter Twenty
Sunday morning isn't bad; there are even moments when it feels wonderful. They're in no hurry, so there's cuddling in bed with Blaine and talking for over an hour before finally getting up; making breakfast filled with cold winter sun. It feels good, peaceful. together and the feeling of warm domesticity it gives them; sitting with their coffee in the quiet kitchen The day gets even better when Kurt's dad calls around noon, and his words finally silence the fear and

every time they argue, ever since Burt's heart attack; that they may not get a chance to say I'm sorry, I love you. The voice on the phone sounds apologetic.

regret that have been fluttering in Kurt's heart since their conversation yesterday feelings that appear

"Kurt, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that about Blaine. I know he's not the kind of boy, I was just taken many people who took a year off college and never went back. They started working, earning money,

by surprise I guess, and disappointed. I'm still disappointed, and let me tell you why: I've known way too starting families, and suddenly there was no time for college anymore, there were more important things to do. And I don't want this for you, Kurt. You fought to get where you are, you deserve to enjoy it, to have

a few more years where you can focus on yourself, finding out who you are and where you want to go, and not on the hard stuff." Kurt's eyes tear up. dad "

"I know, dad, but I won't drop out. I promise I won't, I'll just work somewhere until August, maybe in the garage if you let me; I'll earn some money, spend more time with you, and then I'm off again. I just have to, "I know. You have to help Blaine; you love him. I get it. And it is your decision. So how is he?" "Up and down. It's hard for him." "Take care of him. And call me tomorrow, okay? I'd like to know how you are, both of you." - 79 -

Kurt's heart feels considerably lighter after the conversation and everything seems brighter, more Contents hopeful. Not for long though. The horror begins in the early afternoon.

They are sitting in the living room, Blaine's mom away at the office for a couple of hours, when suddenly immediately. "Blaine, what's going on?"

Blaine stiffens. He looks scared, eyes wide and unfocused, breathing fast, shallow; Kurt gets to his side

"I I don't know, I feel weird. Something's wrong."

Within seconds Blaine's hands begin to shake violently. He's white as a sheet by then, curled in on himself in the corner of the sofa, his breathing coming in desperate gasps. By the time Kurt chooses his therapist's other hand clawing at the collar of his shirt, as if it chokes him. emergency number, Blaine is pressing a hand to his chest, panic in his eyes growing by the second and his everything to the woman, trying to make sense as he stumbles over words in his hurry and fear. Blaine is tries to comfort him somehow or even try to learn any details about what's going on. symptoms.

Kurt has never been so thankful for anyone answering their phone on the first ring. He describes since Blaine doesn't want him close this time, pushing him away weakly and shaking his head when he

sweating profusely now and looking so scared Kurt's heart breaks. He has no idea what to do, especially The therapist seems calm how can she sound so calm now? when Kurt finishes describing Blaine's

"Okay, I know it looks scary, and it feels really scary to Blaine, but it's just a panic attack. He'll be fine, but you need to help him calm down. Give him something cold to drink in little sips. Open a window for a attack, it happens sometimes as the brain gets used to medication. You have to convince Blaine that he's better. He may be exhausted when it passes, physically and mentally, and there will probably be more - 80 attacks like that. I'll call in a prescription for an anti-anxiety medication first thing tomorrow morning, to

while, let him breathe cold air. Speak calmly you need to believe me or he won't believe you. It is a panic not suffocating or having a heart attack, because that's what he's probably feeling like. Talk to him, calm him down. Don't make him feel crowded. If you have chamomile tea, make him some when he's a little

of him."

Kurt does his best, pushing away his own fear and clinging desperately to the therapist's words. It's just a panic attack; it will pass. He does what he was told and slowly, gradually, it works. Ten minutes later Blaine is lying on the sofa, considerably calmer, but looking completely drained, tears flowing silently they'll survive. He is strong. Strong enough to hold Blaine up until he finds his own strength again. coursing in his veins and if he'd had any doubts that it wouldn't be easy, they'd be definitely gone now. But Blaine has two more attacks in the evening, and even though they already know what they are and that claws. He can't help his boyfriend, can't take the suffering on himself, no matter how gladly he'd do it. contorted as he focuses on controlling his mind instead of letting it control him, is one of the most painful

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from his eyes. Kurt is kneeling on the floor by his head, holding his hand. He can still feel adrenaline

they will pass, it doesn't make them easier, not really. The sharp, primal fear in Blaine's eyes, his face

By the time they go to bed, they're both exhausted and silent, but night doesn't bring relief this time. It soft lullabies until they both fall asleep for another painfully short moment.

sights Kurt has ever seen. The quiet whimpers that escape Blaine's throat at one point dig into Kurt like

takes Blaine hours to drift off to sleep hours of Kurt's faithful vigil and even then he wakes up after two

hours, only to fight the sudden insomnia again. Dawn finds them lying there, spooning, with Kurt singing

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Chapter Twenty-One
It doesn't get much easier after this weekend, even though the therapist assures them that the side effects like insomnia and anxiety should slowly taper off. At least there are hours when Blaine feels fine apart preparing Blaine's applications and essays for the New York schools. It's hard to convey Blaine's normal Kurt's support and encouragement, the applications are ready and sent out by Thursday. charismatic, bubbly personality in his essays when he is like this, but it's better than nothing and with

from this numb, unreal feeling that he has pretty much constantly now. They try to make the most of them,

But this semblance of normalcy only lasts a few hours, here and there. More often than not, it's bad. Or mouth feeling dry all the time, about being unable to sleep more than two or three hours at a time and sleep, so he only takes them when it's really bad. everything feeling distant and unreal. Sometimes it's the anxiety again, occasionally landsliding into panic attacks; the new pills help then, but they make Blaine exhausted and groggy without actually helping him really, really bad, depending on the day. Sometimes Blaine's just restless and dizzy, irritated about his

And then there are the hours, blessedly rare, when Blaine's fingers brutally claw at his skin, his teeth dig into his lips, drawing blood before he even realizes what he's doing. The second time this happens, Kurt makes Blaine promise to tell him when he starts feeling this urge so again, right? Not that he believes in sex as some sort of fix, and he'd rather do it in a slow, worshipping tender sides of intimacy. give it to him. Hopefully the urges to hurt himself will disappear soon and they'll be able to rediscover the that they could try to take care of it in a different manner. If it helped the day Kurt came back, it could help

way when Blaine feels better but he's willing to do anything to help, and if Blaine needs rough sex, he'll So the next time Blaine feels like cutting or shredding his skin open with his fingernails, uncovering the raw reality of pain and blood, they fuck instead. Not make love, no matter how much doing this with as he complies, because hurting Blaine is something he'd never wanted to do, ever.

Blaine always feels like pure love to Kurt no, it's fucking this time, fast and rough, with hardly any And for a moment, it seems to help Kurt can feel the unbearable tension unwind from Blaine's muscles, - 82 -

preparation, with Blaine begging harder Kurt, please, harder, make me ache, and Kurt crying silently even making him relaxed and pliant, lost in the rhythm and flow of their bodies but it's short-lived. Soon

Blaine is thrashing and whimpering on the brink of his orgasm, then arching, keening, and Nothing

happens. Kurt does his best to last, pounding into the beautiful, eager body under him at just the right angle, jerking Blaine off exactly the way he likes best, but he's not made of steel and soon he's coming, all away with shaking hands and curls into a fetal position, unable to stop desperate tears from flowing, choking out between his sobs. "Kurt, just please, go, I can't I can't even oh god" quickly finding the magic spot. But minutes pass and Blaine's cries turn into sobs until he pushes Kurt

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too aware of Blaine's impatient, almost pained moans. Not even waiting for his mind to clear, Kurt pulls

out and slides down Blaine's body to suck him off, his fingers sliding into the still open, slick hole and

Kurt gives him space, but doesn't leave the room except for a short clean-up in the bathroom. He sits down by the desk instead, reading through the leaflet that came with Blaine's meds. Sure, there it is, under about then, medically. Except he can imagine how Blaine must feel now; he cringes just thinking about it. Kissing the perfect curve of Blaine's shoulder, he whispers. his face.

common side effects ejaculation problems: delayed ejaculation or inability to ejaculate. Nothing to worry makes a quick detour to the bathroom before crawling back to the bed with a soft, warm washcloth.

Blaine has gone quiet and still, hidden under the duvet so that only his unruly curls stick out, and Kurt "Hey, let me clean you up a little." Blaine tenses under his touch, his voice muffled by the pillow that hides useless. If I can't even do this now What would you need me for?"

Kurt lies down to mold his body against Blaine's back and answers simply. "I need you for my world to be whole, Blaine. Without you, it never will."

"No, Kurt I can't, I just I feel so humiliated. You should just leave me, I keep getting more and more

He pulls on Blaine's arm, gentle, but insistent, not taking no for an answer. Finally his boyfriend gives up, rolling to his stomach and letting Kurt clean him up; gently he wipes away all the lube and come residue. It keep from crying again. He won't add his own emotions into the mix here. Blaine's voice breaks roughly when he finally speaks. - 83 -

hurts Kurt to even look at the raw, abused flesh and know that he did this to Blaine, but he bites his lip to

"It's a side effect of your meds."

"But look, I'm really turning into more and more of a failure. If I can't even so much as come?"

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"Maybe I should just stop taking them if they make me worse instead of better." Kurt drops the cloth to the floor and pulls Blaine back into his arms. "Or maybe you should wait until they start working properly. And in the meantime remember how sex."

much fun it was to make out for hours without letting ourselves come? Or explore and discover each other bit by bit? I miss those days sometimes; I'll gladly go back to that for awhile. We have our whole lives for Blaine's smile doesn't reach his eyes, but he doesn't pull away.

before the darkness swallows Blaine completely.

It's always darkest just before dawn, Kurt keeps reminding himself. He just hopes the dawn will come

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Chapter Twenty-Two
By next Saturday they are both pretty much used to the ebb and flow of Blaine's moods and symptoms, and no longer so afraid of them. They've been cooped up in the Andersons' house since Kurt arrived mouth to someone else is a welcome change.

because Blaine's felt either too tired or too anxious to get out except for the therapy sessions or have has been really nice after spending such a long time away from each other, but sometimes opening your

friends over. And since his parents are constantly busy, they've been there mostly by themselves. Which So when Kurt's dad invites them to spend the next week at the Hummel house, Kurt secretly sighs with

Blaine doesn't want it at all now). Things like the safety of having two caring adults by their side if anything happens, or even the chance for more human interaction. Not to mention, Kurt really starts to ease the weight of responsibility a little. They drive to Lima on Sunday morning, right after Mrs. Anderson departs for her conference week, and by engage them both in family activities right away, and soon Kurt is helping Carole with dinner preparations music. feel the strain of all the stress and lack of sleep now. Not being the only one there for Blaine would surely lunchtime Kurt already knows it was the best decision possible. His dad and Carole don't hesitate to

relief and Blaine admits that it feels like a much nicer prospect than sitting in the big empty house by

themselves. Kurt misses his family, of course, but it's not just that. In a situation like theirs there are things more alluring than the opportunity to have sex whenever and wherever they want (and not just because

and Blaine's in the den, watching a game with Burt and Finn. Blaine's excited voice and laughter as he

comments about something on screen is something Kurt hasn't heard for a long time. His eyes sting In spite of Kurt's worries, their sleeping together isn't an issue at all, and that night, before they fall asleep, and turning and irritated by his insomnia, but even that is easier somehow.

momentarily and he has to pause what he's doing to just stand and listen, like it's the most beautiful they take turns remembering all their favorite moments spent in his room from the very beginning, when they were still just friends. The night afterwards is still bad, with Blaine waking up all the time, tossing Tina comes by the next afternoon, with tons of photocopied class notes for Blaine, and a new schedule is born. Every day they stay in bed until ten or even eleven, to make up for the nights of intermittent sleep. Around noon, after late breakfast, they sit down to the school books that Blaine brought back from home, - 85 -

going through material that he's missed since his hospital stay. Kurt helps sometimes, but mostly just

keeps Blaine company, to motivate him and keep him on track. Frankly, he's amazed with how fast his Contents boyfriend is going through the stacks of papers; he's always known Blaine to be a quick learner, but has never had a chance to just sit back and watch him study, like he does now. They spend evenings with Kurt's family, only occasionally retreating to the quiet privacy of his room if Blaine gets anxious and needs some space. It doesn't happen often, however it feels like having more to do, more company and distractions from his own thoughts helps Blaine tremendously. He smiles and lost than days ago. Kurt feels like the boy he loves is finally, slowly, coming back to him and to himself. talks, and even though he says the numb feeling is still there all the time, he seems much less tense and

against the nape of his neck. It feels perfect, one of those moments that make you stop and just experience it, trying to memorize every little detail. It takes a moment to register, but when he does, a smile spreads slowly on Blaine's face. He just woke up and felt good. Without the anxiety, the immediate rush of thoughts and emotions or the dreadful unreal sleep. feeling, just normal. What's more, he slept right through the night, not waking up once. Such a small

On Friday morning Blaine wakes up and stretches lazily. The house is quiet; outside, snow is falling silently, large, fat snowflakes dancing slowly in the wind. Inside, under the soft duvet, it's warm and safe; there's a body pressed firmly to Blaine's back, an arm slung loosely over his waist Kurt; breathing softly

thing, but it feels like such a huge achievement. He can't remember when he'd last had a good night's

He turns in Kurt's embrace carefully, trying not to wake him, but it's no good; after so many nights guarding Blaine's dreams, Kurt's perfectly attuned to react to his body language. His eyes are open, alert whatever. But it's not his eyes, no matter how beautiful they are, that capture Blaine's attention now; it's Kurt's lips pink and inviting, looking so impossibly soft and sweet that he can't resist.

by the time Blaine faces him; he knows that look Kurt's trying to assess his mood, state of his mind, The kiss is a surprise certainly to Kurt, who's interrupted in the middle of his Hi baby, how do you feel?, breathless and shivering with the sheer amount of stimuli and feelings. Blaine's lips tingle now, arousal - 86 but to Blaine as well. Not because he kissed Kurt, that's no surprise, but because of how it feels. They've This is the kind of kiss he remembers from before Kurt went away the kind that leaves them both

been kissing daily these past two weeks, even though they hardly went any further than that, but this

sparkling under his skin, spreading and multiplying, teasing a little moan out of him. Kurt's tongue ghosts Contents shyly over his upper lip and Blaine deepens the kiss, conquering and rediscovering each and every little spot that he used to know by heart, Kurt whimpering softly into his mouth. his thumb softly over the kiss-stained lips. When he finally pulls away, Kurt's eyes are wide and bright, and Blaine reaches to cup his cheek and swipe

"You feel so good."

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Epilogue
Blaine would love to be able to say that it gets easy after that, but it doesn't work that way. It's still a and Kurt's no longer there all the time to soothe and cuddle him; and moments when he feels so exhausted he just wants to give up. There's still anxiety and occasional panic attacks, even though these are a rarity now. It's not easy. battle, every single moment a fight to get better. There are days when he feels so numb he wants to scratch at his skin to get to the real, feeling person underneath; there are hours upon hours of therapy by himself, with his parents, with Kurt many of which end in tears. There are nights when he can't sleep

But there are more moments like that now moments when he feels himself, and it's enough to give him hope; strength to keep fighting. After the meds kick in for good, these moments become longer and more frequent, until he remembers what it's like to be motivated, energetic; to be happy. And there are days that make it all so worth it; worth the fight, the pain, the exhaustion. real. Christmas spent partly at Kurt's house, and partly with his parents who at least try to be there for him, for New Year's with friends from school and some of the old New Directions crowd, and kissing Kurt at midnight under the clear starry sky. Returning to school and Glee, and remembering why he loved performing.

Realizing that somehow, somewhere, the good days became more frequent than the bad ones. The pride on everyone's faces when the acceptance letter from NYU comes. all over again.

The afternoons spent with Kurt in the garage or in his house, and their sleepovers once or twice a week.

The afternoon, weeks later in the empty house, when they get carried away and end up naked, pressed And that moment when they stand, hand in hand, on the doorstep of their first apartment in New York, ready to make that one step into their bright future, together. - 88 -

against each other in a frantic rhythm of stuttering hips until they both come and it feels like the first time

It may still be a fight, sometimes. There may be bad moments, bad days, more therapy, meds for months THE END matter what.

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and months before he'll be able to live without them but it's worth it. It will always be worth it, no

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