This is based from a picture I saw of a tool box in Burt's tire shop where there was a yellow ribbon. Apparently Yellow supports 2 things, our troops and teen suicide awareness. And with the line "Your Glee club saved my kid's life." I'm now wondering how bad it really got for Kurt last year.

Kurt stared at the bottle of pills in front of him in the bathroom. It could be so easy, just to take them all. Then the suffering would have ended. He'd no longer feel fear or pain. He'd no longer fear anything, and right now he wanted that. He was so tired of fighting all of it. Of being open and brave, of pretending not to care what people thought of him. That was a lie, he did care a lot. He heard the profanities people muttered about him as he walked down the hall. His heart skipped a beat in fear as he was shoved into the lockers. It got to the point where even people kindly touching him made him jump. Where he tensed at a hug,expecting something else.

He was so tired going to sleep at night and dreaming of those bullies, especially Karofsky. He was so tired of feeling afraid every time he went into the school. The fear was the worst, not knowing when it would happen. And today it happened on his way home from school. A bunch of jocks crowded him and humiliated him by calling him a faggot and tossing him into a nearby dumpster. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he thought of it. He wasn't even safe outside of school.

He took a deep and shaky breath as he stared at that bottle of pills and slowly opened them. They were so small and so harmless looking. He stared at them as they piled into his hands. His whole body trembled. Did he really have the courage to do it?

Finally Kurt thought of his mother. His mother's kind and angelic face talking to him. She held him in his mind and told him everything was going to be okay. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

But that's not true. Things weren't going to be okay. Things never will be...because he was alone. And he was so tired of being alone.

He remembered what she whispered into his ear whenever he was sick or upset.

"You're so brave Kurt...so brave, you just need to continue to be brave. I wish there were more people brave like you."

Tears rolled down his cheeks and he angrily threw the pills against the wall.

"But I'm not brave, mom," he whispered. "I'm a coward...a terrified coward." With that he slumped against the wall. He pushed his legs up and buried his head against them as he sobbed louder and louder.

The door knocked.

"Kurt?" Burt was on the other side. He didn't answer. "I'm home Kurt, you've been in here a while..is everything okay?"

No answer.

Burt slowly pushed open the door and he stared at Kurt who was sitting on the floor sobbing. As he surveyed the room he saw the open bottle and the pills that were scattered over the floor.

He felt sick as he connected the dots. The room felt dizzy...were things really so bad that Kurt thought about killing himself?

"Kurt?"

He knelt down next to his son and was stunned when Kurt threw himself onto him.

"Please, dad," his son sobbed into his shoulder. "Make it stop...please...I just want it to go away...I just want it all to stop...so tired, so tired of it all."

tears filled up in Burt's eyes as he hugged his son, still stunned by what he just saw.

"It's going to be okay,son," he whispered, and wished he could believe it. "It's going to be okay."

He continued to rock Kurt back and forth and closed his eyes as he tried to figure out what he was going to do to help save his son