Kurt Hummel was on his way over to the Anderson house; over to Blaine. They hadn't seen each other in a few weeks due to Blaine's traveling and the fact that they lived an hour apart. However, today Kurt was going to see his boyfriend. They were going to kiss and cuddle while watching a movie. They were going to just be together. It was still early, but that wasn't going to be a problem. Blaine slept out in the pool house so Kurt wouldn't be disturbing his parents.
Even though Blaine knew that Kurt was coming over before the sun was peeking into his window, the curly haired boy was still asleep. The night before had been hard on him. Blaine had been suffering from depression since his hormones kicked in at twelve, but the night before had been one of the worse nights in a long time. His parents had fought. Again. Topic of choice; Blaine and his sexual orientation. Even with the shouts not loud enough for Blaine to understand every word, he got the point. To add to the neighbor's complaints, the sounds of breaking glass in the pool house were almost as loud. Even after the yelling stopped, Blaine was still at it. Not smashing glass, but "playing" with the glass shards. Blood was on the sheets and broken glass littered the floor when the poor boy finally passed out. So, yes, sleep was deserved.
Kurt, however, knew none of this. Not even of the depression. So, when he walked around to Blaine's room and found the door unlocked, he figured that Blaine was just expecting him. Once he walked in, however, it was clear that wasn't the case. Slowly, his eyes traveled to the sleeping Blaine. Taking in his boyfriend's appearance, almost mad Kurt cry. Almost.
There were streaks of blood across his cheeks, arms, legs and shirt, and there were several pieces of glass on the bed next to him. Wearing nothing but boxers and a tank-top there was a lot of skin exposed, and with it scars. 'Past inflictions,' Kurt thought.
Without really thinking, Kurt started to sweep up the glass. Normally, he would tend to Blaine first but there was too much going on in his mind that he didn't want to touch the boy. He'd stopped bleeding anyway.
By the time all the glass was in the trash can, Blaine was stirring. Kurt had gone over to him now and was cleaning the cuts on his arms.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked softly, only half awake. He got no answer and slowly went to sit up but a hand on his chest stopped him.
"Don't move; not until I'm done." Kurt said, refusing to look at anything but the deep wounds.
Hesitantly, Blaine moved back into his laying position. From the way Kurt was acting, he was mad. No, mad wasn't even strong enough. But Blaine didn't have a better word. Furious? …Sad? The boy before him wasn't in his normal, designer clothes. Instead, a light cotton t-shirt and jean shorts with his hair loose. It was the most beautiful that Blaine had ever seen him. Not because of the clothing but what he was doing. Kurt wasn't turning away from him or screaming, but sitting there at least semi-calm and tending to the leftovers.
Finally, Kurt stood up and retreated into the bathroom. After a second, Blaine followed, "Kurt…?"
"…What?" Kurt answered, looking at Blaine through the mirror. Suddenly, Blaine knew that Kurt wasn't calm at all and was defiantly furious.
When Blaine didn't answer, Kurt turned and headed for the door, "Kurt!"
He stopped and turned toward Blaine, tears shining in his eyes, "What? What could you possibly say to make this look any better? Somebody… broke in last night and attacked you? Or you tripped on the glass and cut yourself? How about the truth? You're depressed and suicidal." Blaine didn't answer for a minute and before he could say anything Kurt kept going, "You didn't have to do it. You could have called me or…somebody, but you didn't have to do that."
"Kurt…"
"I want you to be happy…but clearly, you're not." He turned and walked out of the door.
Blaine went over to it and called after him, "What are you doing?"
"…Taking myself out of the equation…Call me when you've got everything sorted out." And he left. The best thing in Blaine's life; the one person that was keeping him alive…just walked out of the gate and was out of site.
As Kurt slid into the car, he prayed to Gaga that Blaine wouldn't try to come after him. The car wouldn't be moving until Kurt could stop crying and it didn't feel like that would be anytime soon. Maybe, not until Blaine "got everything sorted out."