Author's Note: Alright, so most everyone is going to hate the style of this, I do too, but I think it's kind of what I want—if only for this intro/prologue thing…

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.


The razor glinted in the over-head florescent light. Crimson drops were splattered across the tiled bathroom floor. Sleeves were pushed back down to hide angry, red scars. An empty pill bottle lie on the floor, bought only days before.

Kurt Hummel stepped from the McKinley High restroom and made his way to his first period class.


"Kurt?"

The counter-tenor blinked rapidly before bringing himself back to reality."...Wha?" Mr. Shue stood in front of Kurt, his arms folded, sheet music in his hands, and a frown on his face. The boy suddenly remembered he was in the choir room.

"Kurt? Are you all right? Rehearsal is over." The voice echoed in his ears, but the sound was slurred.

Kurt's perfectly groomed eyebrows crinkled. "Where...is everyone else?" The corners of the room began to blur, and everything was tinted darker than usual. Black orbs began to appear in his vision.

The Spanish teacher's eyes widened as the boy visibly paled in front of him. Placing a hand on either of the boy's shoulders he said, "Kurt? Kurt, answer me. Are you sick?" It wasn't until now that he noticed the bags under the boy's eyes. "Kurt?"

Kurt stood shakily, pushing past his teacher, but stopping for moment to catch his breath. "I need to...get home." He took another step, swaying to the left as his vision tunneled and the tiled floor grew closer as he collapsed into the darkness.


Sobs.

Voices. He heard voices. Quiet, nearly silent murmuring. He recognized the voices-but it was too much work to place them.

Machines whirled. A heart-monitor beeped. An IV dripped every forty-five seconds.

Endless black appeared before his eyes, but his head was spinning. He felt sick to his stomach, but hungry at the same time.

Breathing was difficult. The rising and falling of his chest was labored. It felt as if a cement block had been set on his chest.

About to slip back under from the drugs on the IV when:

"Kurt? Son, oh God...how could I have missed this? ...Kurt, can you hear me? Are you alright?"

His father.

Kurt tried to open his eyes. To whisper reassurances. To scream. To tell his dad he was all right.

Yet he couldn't move.

Slipping back under, Kurt Hummel heard the sobs come back again and the door to his room close.


Author's Note: So…that went about as expected; I'm not sure if I like it or not. Per usual. :D

Peace, Love, Mark, and Iggy.

Kierstin.