Blaine was better off like this. Kurt would be better off like this. Not having to wonder about forgiving Blaine. Blaine sat on his bed, a tall glass of water in one hand, and a bottle of pills in the other.
Blaine had been planning for days of the perfect plan. He didn't want to leave a trace, but there was no way he couldn't leave a trace. He breathed in...and counted to five. Breathed in. And out. In and Out, In and Out.
He was really doing this.
Blaine didn't want to leave a note. He didn't want to have to explain himself. Everyone would know his motive.
He didn't feel he was being selfish. He thought he was doing everyone a favor.
Blaine undid his bow tie and shirt, sliding them both off. The marks on his arms would be clearly visible to whoever found him.
"I better do it now, or I'll never do it," Blaine spoke softly, even though he was completely alone in his bedroom.
Blaine breathed in and out again. Deep breaths. In...and out. A few gulps of air later, Blaine emptied the whole content of his depression medication into his palm and shoved it into his mouth, and took a giant gulp of water. He tossed the bottle and laid on his bed. He put one hand onto the other on top of his stomach. Blaine laid his head on top of his pillows and settled his eyes close.
He let himself delve into the darkness. Forever.
"Goodbye World." Blaine spoke softly..."Goodbye Kurt, I love you." Blaine finished and he slowly slipped away.