A/N: Hi, guys. So, this is the first in a series of One-shots about characters from Glee committing suicide. I felt it necessary to add Blaine into this one to remind you, all of you, that it isn't the answer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the song How Do You Get That Lonely by Blaine Larsen.

Kurt walked, well, limped, into his house. As usual, his father was absent. Unable to hold it in any longer, he broke down and cried. Things were supposed to get better, but they never did. It was exhausting, physically and emotionally. No one should have to go through it…

But he did. Because he was gay. Because he was in Glee Club. His body shook with his sobs. After a while, thoughts poured into his mind. Would anyone even miss me if I died? Even in Glee, I'm just another voice. Replaceable. No one will even remember me…

He walked slowly, shakily to his father's bedroom. He found the gun his dad kept in his dresser. His breath was as shaky as his steps had been as he lifted the hand that was holding it to his temple.

"I'm so sorry…" he whispered just before he pulled the trigger.

Three days later.

Blaine Anderson scanned the paper, quite bored. He stopped at a particular article. It was about a boy, around his age. He'd committed suicide. "Oh, God…" he murmured. It really was sad. Something clicked when he saw the picture. It was of the boy at a Show Choir competition. He knew because he'd been there.

"Kurt Hummel." the dead boy's name formed on his lips. He'd watched him perform. He'd been great, had a real stage presence. His voice had been beautiful. "Kurt, how did you get so lonely?" he wondered aloud.

At Warbler's practice, he asked to perform a number. After taking a breath, he started.

" It was just another story written on the second page
Underneath the Tiger's football score
It said he was only eighteen, a boy about my age
They found him face down on the bedroom floor

There'll be services on Friday at the Lawrence Funeral Home
Then out on Mooresville highway, they'll lay him 'neath a stone...

How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad
To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all
Is better than the life that you had
How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go

How do you get that lonely... and nobody know

Did his girlfriend break up with him, did he buy or steal that gun?
Did he lose a fight with drugs or alcohol?
Did his Mom and Daddy forget to say I love you son?
Did no one see the writing on the wall?

I'm not blamin' anybody, we all do the best we can
I know hindsight's 20/20, but I still don't understand...

How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad
To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all
Is better than the life that you had
How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go
How do you get that lonely... and nobody know

It was just another story printed on the second page
Underneath the Tiger's football score... "

After he finished and the applause stopped, he didn't sit.

"Guys, if you ever need a friend, I'm here. I don't think that anyone was there for that guy, and it's a pity. No one should ever feel so alone that they go that far. Come talk to me if you need it."

A/N: So, yes. There it is. If you guys could give me some feedback, it would be appreciated.