author: spikeslilpet

Title: And Then He Came

Summary: Kurt's life keeps spiraling out of control. Not knowing what to do suicide becomes a temptation he just might give into, unless someone can find a way to get through to him.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Glee characters. I just like to mess with their minds. Hee hee

Author's Note: angst is not my normal genre, but this idea came to me and would not leave. So here we go if it blows don't tell me. If its great comments are welcomed.

Ch.1

Kurt's POV

Kurt was excited, he had gotten home from dance class early hoping to surprise Ryan with a day in bed. Ryan was his hero...literally. It was almost a year ago when Kurt's life nearly ended. Ryan was the first on the scene. Life was supposed to be great here in New York with the school of his dreams and a career waiting for him to seize it. Instead he ended up folding under the weight of loneliness, ridicule, and exhaustion. Rachel moved out of their apartment and moved in with her new obsession after only two months of living in New York. Their calls to each other then dwindled to none at all. His dad called nearly every week with updates on the gang back in Ohio, but that seemed to only make things worse. Kurt didn't know how to get out of his comfort zone and make new friends and it seemed like his old friends didn't think of him at all. In high school glee sort of forced everyone in it to become friends, because they were the weirdo's and outsiders. At NYADA he seemed to be the only outsider, even Rachel had her very own clique. To top it all off this Prima-Donna named Kevin was making his life a living hell at school. Cracking jokes about his love handles... Kurt didn't know he had love handles, but people laughed so they must see them. He started major dieting and exorcising, still the taunts continued. One day he just couldn't take any more. He supposes if it weren't for his dad's weekly calls no one would have found him until the rent was past due. When Burt kept calling and no one answered he called Rachel and ordered her to go check on Kurt. She used her old set of keys to get in. Finding Kurt in the fetal position on the floor surrounded by pills and alcohol was the last thing she expected to see. Ryan had been one of the responding E.M.T.s and saved Kurt's life. Now a year later Ryan and he were living together and talking about getting a pet! Kurt wanted a puppy, but Ryan thought they smelled...funny Kurt thought that was his line. Life couldn't be better. Except lately Ryan has been acting distant. Kurt figured the best cure for that was a little TLC.

As Kurt opened the door to Ryan and his' flat he headed to the bed which was blocked off from the rest of the flat with huge beautiful curtains Kurt sewed. As he came closer he could hear little noises and rapid breathing, a bad feeling overwhelmed Kurt. When he pushed the curtains open his suspicions were proved correct. Ryan was fucking his new partner from work.

"Oh God no!" Kurt's head was shaking back and forth as he kept repeating, "no, no, no, no, no..."

Ryan turned and started to freak, "Babe, listen please, I'm sorry. This is the first time I swear." As he grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around his waist, Ryan left the bed. He reached out towards Kurt.

Kurt kept backing up not knowing what was going on. He sank to the floor against the kitchen counter. He was so cold and he couldn't seem to move anymore. The pain was unbearable. He couldn't seem to feel anything else. How could he survive this? What was wrong with him? What was so unlovable about him that would cause Ryan to betray him?" He could hear some muffled noises in the back ground, but it didn't seem important. Someone was shaking him. Why would anyone want to shake him? Kurt looked up and saw Ryan leaning over him saying something. Pain ripped through him and all he could see was Ryan humping his lover in their bed. Fighting to breathe he managed to scream, "GET OUT!"

Ryan looked frightened, but Kurt didn't notice. He had withdrawn back into himself and was trying violently to hold onto some shred of sanity. All he kept thinking was Ryan should have let him die the day they met. It would have saved him the pain of today and every day to come after. Surely there was some way to relieve it. Oh God no! Please no... don't let these thoughts return! Kurt's not sure how much time passed with him lost in pain and the terror of giving into the past, but eventually a voice penetrated them and he heard his name being sobbed. He turned his head to see Rachel was clinging to him crying and begging him to say something, anything. He opened his mouth not knowing what he was going to say. One word got through his closed throat on a gasp, "Finn". Then Kurt retreated once more. Hours passed with Kurt's mind clearing now and then. He was relieved to know Rachel had not left him alone. She had settled him onto the couch with a blanket and was singing what sounded like Hebrew lullabies while she did things around the flat. It was a nice change from the Broadway songs she normally belts. He knew he was waiting for something or someone though Kurt couldn't remember. Soothed by soft loving tones falling around him Kurt finally fell to sleep.