It was 4:50 pm. Football practice ended 35 minutes ago and Blaine thought he was the only one left in the school, using this time to work out and practice his glee club solo without being looked at strangely.

Blaine walked into the locker room after his workout, seeing Sam sitting on a bench near the back of the room. "Oh… oh my god, uhh…"

"Shit, Blaine…I…" Sam shot up, everything that was sitting on his lap, or in his hand, falling to the ground. He turned around and grabbed a pair of track pants from his locker, slipping them on over his shorts as quickly as possible, not turning back around to see Blaine. He was already embarrassed and ashamed.

The silence in the room was thick for a few moments before Blaine spoke.

"Sam… what's going on?" Blaine walked a bit closer to the blonde boy who still had his back to him. Blaine looked down at the floor to confirm that he saw what he thought he saw when he walked in. On the floor was lying a razor, a blood stained cloth as well as a few unopened band aids. "Sam?"

"Look, dude, just… go, okay?" Sam was searching through his locker for who knows what, maybe nothing. He mostly just wanted to look busy until Blaine left so he didn't have to turn around revealing the blood stain on his pants caused by the cuts he just made to his upper thigh.

"Sam, I'm not leaving." Blaine had concern in his voice, and he had the right to. He just walked in on his best friend cutting himself.

Sam shut his locker and realized he couldn't get out of this situation like he had hoped. He turned around and started picking up his belongings he had flung onto the floor when his best friend walked into the room.

Sam still hadn't made any eye contact with Blaine, but the former warbler walked towards him and put his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Hey. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam shrugged him off.

"Then what were you doing?" Blaine had no idea how to go about this; he had never known anyone who had a self-harm habit before. He watched an episode of Dr. Phil about it a few months ago but wasn't even really paying attention because he didn't think he'd ever need to confront someone about it.

Sam scoffed. "Nothing."

Blaine was watching him pick the razor and bloody cloth off the ground and Sam knew his "nothing" wasn't believable but he didn't know how to respond. Like Blaine who never thought he'd have to talk to someone about this, Sam didn't think he'd have to talk to someone about it either. They were just on different sides of the conversation.

Sam went back to his locker and stuffed his previously-on-the-floor belongings into his bag. He grabbed his books and turned to leave.

"No, wait… Sam." Blaine stopped him as he tried to walk by to escape the locker room.

He succeeded in getting Sam to sit and listen even just for a moment but he refused to say anything and was focusing solely on the floor, not making any eye contact. Blaine spoke again to break the silence.

"Sam, were you cutting yourself?" He didn't remember much from the episode of Dr. Phil but he did remember that when you're worried about someone when it comes to something like this, you need to be straight forward with them. He was watching Sam's face, which tensed up, still looking down, his eyes slammed shut, and it was obvious Sam didn't want to talk about this but Blaine felt like he had to say something.

"It's a thing I do, who cares?" Sam spoke very defensively.

"I care! A lot! Tell me what's going on, you can trust me."

"Dude, it doesn't even matter, okay?"

Sam was willing to make eye contact at this point and Blaine took advantage of the situation. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" He wanted to move the conversation forward despite Sam's unwillingness to co-operate.

"Just forget it." Sam stood up and tried to change the subject. "Wanna swing by the choir room to see if Mr. Schue left any sheet music for Friday's song?"

Blaine sat there for a second, looking up at Sam, his eyes wide and in pain. "I really think we should talk about this, Sam."

Sam sighed, ran his hands through his hair and looked at Blaine. "Dude, can you just drop this? Please?"

Blaine shook his head; he really wished he could just drop this and forget about it. He wishes he could forget the sight of Sam's bloody dripping leg, and the razor in Sam's hand. Blaine spoke, almost as if he was speaking to himself. "I have to tell someone. Mr. Schue or something. Maybe Miss. Pillsbury. "

"No! Bro, look, you can't do that, you have to promise me!" Sam flung his hands up, trying to emphasize what he was saying.

"Sam. What do you expect me to do?"

"Okay…" Sam went at sat back down beside his friend. "Look, it's not a big deal, I'll tell you but you have to promise me you won't tell anyone."

Blaine nodded and Sam continued after taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly. "It sounds stupid and I know that but you don't get what it's like, Blaine, to have to worry about your body so much. Like, you have so many other things in your life and all I have is my body and I get frustrated with myself if I gain weight or eat too much and I was looking online a few weeks ago and there's these websites that tell you like how to deal with your guilt if you eat too much or whatever and some suggested that I do this and then like I won't feel guilty because I'm punishing myself for screwing up. I know it's kind of dumb but you promised me you wouldn't tell anyone."

Blaine could barely speak, he felt like there was a huge lump in his throat. He didn't know what to do and he felt like the room was spinning. "I don't even…know what to say. Sam, this isn't okay," He thought for a moment before figuring out how to continue. "And you shouldn't be looking at those kinds of websites. They're not good for you. You need to find someone to talk to. I can come with you to Miss. Pillsbury."

"No! What? You just said you wouldn't tell anyone."

"That was before I know how serious this was! I thought maybe this was a onetime thing."

Sam laughed a little bit. "No, Blaine, don't worry. Okay? It's not serious. I only do it on days that I eat over 500 calories and that barely happens so it's not like I'm doing it every day. I'm not going to kill myself, dude, you don't have to worry."

"Oh, my god." Blaine was the one standing up now. "Are you joking?"

Sam has a look of wonder in his eyes; he didn't know what Blaine thought he might be joking about.

"You can't live on 500 calories, and you can't do this." Blaine was in shock that his friend was doing this to himself, the cutting and the eating habits. "Let's…" He sat back down beside his friend. "Talk about this, one thing at a time."

Sam ran his hand over his forehead, getting the hair out of his eyes, and Blaine continued to talk. "Why are you not eating?"

"What? I am."

"How much?"

"Usually around 300 calories a day, maybe 350." Sam was speaking with such confidence, he was proud of his control; he didn't understand why Blaine seemed so shocked.

"300 calories a day? Or 300 calories a meal?"

"A day. Are you kidding dude? If I ate that much in one meal I'd probably weigh 700 pounds." He laughed a bit and patted Blaine on the back, thinking Blaine would laugh back.

"You're sick, Sam."

"What?" Sam ruffled his eyebrows; at this point he was confused. He was kind of ashamed of the cutting, but didn't think anyone would have a problem with his eating. He was in shape, not perfect shape, but he knew he was healthy.

"You're really sick if you think that's okay."

"No, I feel fine."

"Not sick, Sam… sick." Blaine licked his lips which were dry due to his deep breathing habits he had when he didn't know how to deal with a situation. "You need to see someone about this."

"Why is this even a big deal?"

"Do you really not get it?"

Sam shook his head. "Okay, yeah, you're right, I shouldn't cut myself and I know I'm gonna have crazy scars for like ever but it's not like I tried to kill myself."

"Sam! It's not…" Blaine didn't even know how to finish his sentence. He was getting so frustrated because he loved Sam so much. Sam was such a good person and he always knew his friend wasn't completely happy with this body but he didn't know this was going on. "It's not the fact that you physically hurt yourself. It's the idea that mentally you think it's okay, that you're allowing yourself to do this, that you don't see the problem. Plus the fact that you're starving yourself, and that you think, in your head, that eating 500 calories is something to punish yourself for. That's not okay, Sam. It's not healthy."

"Whatever." Sam grabbed his books. "I didn't ask for this okay? You came in here and wouldn't leave me alone about it."

Sam left the room and Blaine was alone, standing, thinking, wondering what he next move was.

This was only supposed to be like a 1500 word one shot but then I got into it and It's gonna be a bit longer, I don't know how many chapters , or even where it's gonna go but I have a few different ideas. This whole fic will probably be very conversation based. Lots of dialogue.

Thanks for reading, review if want.

Thanks guys!

(Ps – SPOILER ALERT

did you see the blam tonight, Sam lying on the piano and Blaine looking at him with those EYES when he sat up. I'm not okay!)