A/N: Another angsty Klaine story. TRIGGER WARNING! Cutting, Attempted Suicide, you know the drill. Read at your own risk. Blaine has been disowned for being gay and in love. He has nothing left to look forward to. Can Kurt fix the broken pieces Blaine's parents left behind?
The Reason
Chapter 1
Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you?
Tears poured out of Blaine's eyes as he strummed the notes on his guitar softly, now the only thing he had left. His dad was downstairs, drunk as usual, and his mother was once again nowhere to be found. However, things were not the usual behind the walls of the Anderson Manor. Blaine's father had officially disowned him. He only had an hour to pack. All because of one simple text. Gloomy Sunday Gloomy is Sunday
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go
I love you. XX –K
That one simple text from the boy he loved with all his heart was all it took for his father to figure out that his son hadn't gone straight. Not at all. Now, Blaine was sitting in his room, sobbing as his fingers continued to play the well-known tune. It was one of his favorites after all.
Death is no dream Gloomy Sunday Dreaming, I was only dreaming My heart is telling you
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart here
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
How much I wanted you
He finished the song and immediately grabbed the knife hidden under his pillow, guitar forgotten. He couldn't do this anymore. All he wanted to do was die.
He slashed at his wrists, blood pouring out of them.
"WHY CAN'T HE LOVE ME?" he sobbed brokenly as his wrists bled all over the sheets and covers of his bed.
His phone buzzed, and he snatched it up from the bedside table. He needed Kurt right now. Needed his voice.
"K-Kurt," he croaked into the phone.
"Blaine?"
"K-Kurt, p-please, please!"
"Shh, honey? What is it? What's wrong?"
"N-ne-need y-y-y-you," Blaine whimpered into the phone, eyes landing on the knife again.
"Shh, honey? I'll be right there okay? Are you okay with hanging up or do you need me to stay on the phone?" Kurt asked, sounding worried.
"N-no! No, please, K-Kurt, PLEASE!"
"Shh, okay, just relax honey, I'm right here," Kurt soothed.
Blaine sniffled. "M-my d-dad d-disowned m-me. H-he f-found ou-out th-that I-I'm d-da-dat-dating y-you, a-and h-he k-kicked m-me o-out," he whimpered.
"Shh, okay honey, it's okay, have you cut again?"
Only Kurt knew about the cutting, on account of how he'd once walked into his bathroom to find Blaine cutting himself with a razor. Kurt also knew that if Blaine was very upset, the cutting would be worse, and that's what scared him the most.
"I-I'm s-sorry, K-Kurt! I-I n-needed t-t-to!"
"Shh, honey, it's alright," Kurt hushed, pulling onto the highway and driving as fast as legally possible. "What did you use, honey?"
"Kn-knife."
"Okay, honey," Kurt tried to keep calm. "Do you still have it with you?"
"Y-yes, a-and I-I w-wanna u-use i-it a-again, K-Kurt," Blaine replied. "I-I c-can't l-live a-anymore-"
"HEY! Don't talk like that Blaine Anderson! Don't you dare leave me! I love you so much! You c-cant d-do this t-to m-me!" Kurt sobbed into the phone.
Blaine instantly felt guilty. How could he even think of doing this to Kurt? He was such a failure. A pathetic failure.
He picked up the knife, slashing at his arm again in anger. Don't hurt Kurt like that you stupid worthless fag! He thought to himself in venom.
"Blaine? BLAINE! BLAINE PLEASE!" Kurt screamed into the phone.
"I'm here, Kurt," Blaine's voice was toneless and lethargic, and Kurt knew instantly that he'd cut again.
It's my fault! I shouldn't've lost it like that! He always punishes himself whenever I'm upset.
"Blaine, honey? I'll be there in fifteen minutes. I love you."
"I love you too," Blaine replied tiredly. He was starting to see red. He fell onto his bed, phone dropping to the ground as he passed out from blood loss.