Warning: This story involves self harm that may get graphic in later chapters and is made mention of in the prologue, if you are uncomfortable reading this please do not continue.
Everything seemed to fall into place after they had met on that staircase. They wouldn't let anything in the way of their friendship. Not the fact that they were in rival glee clubs, not the fact that they lived far away, not the fact that being seen together made one of them get harassed even worse, nothing. It was as if Kurt and Blaine were perfect, perfect together. They were just friends, neither boy would push beyond that, it was far too risky a relationship to go into. And so they happily remained friends. When Blaine helped Kurt through one of the worst times in his time being bullied, it created a bond between them. It strengthened their friendship, but at the same time, it gave it limits and it put pressure on Blaine. Blaine felt as though helping Kurt out of that situation put him in the 'mentor' role, and so he didn't feel like he could have any flaws. He was the superhero, the knight in shining armour, the protector. To the outside world it seemed like he had no flaws. But he had flaws. Every time he looked down and saw the blood on his wrists he was reminded of just how flawed he was. But he would not let himself be seen that way, he would be that mentor for Kurt and ignore how much he needed one himself.
Yeah. He was flawed. But no one had to know.