Ok guys, this is my first Klaine fic and I'm scared but hopefully you like it. It is incredibly angsty but it will get fluffy hopefully. I'm not very good at writing fluff. Also some things happen in this chapter that really happened on the show but I couldn't remember the exact dialogue and couldn't find transcripts so instead I just glanced over it and I hope that's ok! Enjoy.
Yesterday Kurt Hummel met a boy. He was gorgeous, adorable, talented, gay, and everything anyone could want in a boyfriend. Kurt had just met Blaine, and he was so in love with him he couldn't speak.
Most importantly, Blaine cared. He cared about what Kurt was going through with Dave Karofsky. It hurt to even think about him. It hurt to say the name Karofsky, that monster, that nincompoop, that Neanderthal. All he wanted to do was make his life miserable because he hated who Kurt was. Kurt had bruises where Dave had thrown him into lockers and frostbite in places where the sun don't shine from slushies. Most of his Marc Jacobs fall 2010 collection was stained blue, purple, and red.
Kurt opened his locker and smiled at the picture of Blaine he had in his locker with "COURAGE" written underneath it using letters from magazines. Out of nowhere, Karofsky ran around the corner and shoved him hard into his locker. It wasn't like this had never happened, but Blaine's words and texts and emails rang in his head.
Something possessed Kurt to run after Dave. "Hey!" he screamed. He can't even remember anymore what he said to him or what the bigger boy said back. All he remembers is being grabbed roughly by the shoulders, and feeling rough hard lips crash against his. Kurt's vision blurred as the football player pulled away and ran out of the locker room. He stood unmoving and terrified.
Later that night he was feeling that way again. The feeling he used to feel before he joined Glee Club. Like there was no reason for him to be alive. Like no one would miss him and he wouldn't miss anyone. Who did he have? His dad's heart could act up again at any moment. His dad's girlfriends' son who he used to have a huge crush on couldn't accept who he was. He was being bullied. Today he was sexually assaulted. Blaine wouldn't care, not really, he barely knew him. Sam, who he still had feelings for didn't want anything to do with him. The Glee club didn't care, there was nothing the school could do about any of it. He felt so alone.
Kurt Hummel hated feeling this way. When he felt this way, the feelings engulfed him until all he could think or feel or do was how much he hated himself. He was good for nothing. No one really cared did they? Not his amazingly accepting Glee club who didn't care about his bullying. Not his dad, as he was currently buried in his work and in serious danger of having another heart attack. Not his soon to be stepbrother, who was too preoccupied with his on-again-off-again girlfriend to pay attention to anyone else. He lay on his bed and just cried. He sobbed and sobbed until his face was red and sticky with tears and his stomach was sore from gasping. When he felt this way he missed his mother so much. But there was nothing he could do about any of it. It was completely beyond his control.
He had thought about suicide before, sure he had, but never as seriously as he did right at that moment. Something possessed him. He got out of his bed, the tears growing stronger, and drug himself to the kitchen. No one was home, as always. He looked through cabinets to find something to overdose on. He didn't know exactly what it was that he picked up, but he didn't care. He wanted the pain to end. He took a handful and forced them down. That was all he remembered…