AN: This is the first thing I've published in forever. So bear with me, it isn't brilliant, but it's something. It's also the first time i've written for Glee with the goal of posting it. The title comes from the Blue October song of the same name but the fic isn't really based on it.

Title: Should Be Loved

Warning: Self harm. TRIGGER WARNING. DON'T READ IF THIS COULD TRIGGER YOU.

This is sort of AU. Blaine is at McKinley.

Kurt smiled at his handiwork, the multitude of bleeding, ugly gashes on his porcelain skin. The blade lay on the side of the sink as he let the blood from his arms drip into the basin. To most people, the sight would have horrified them. To Kurt, it made him calm. He watched the crimson droplets stain the ripped up pieces of the photo of Blaine that he had destroyed. Lying, cheating, conniving Blaine Anderson. The boy who had dumped Kurt just hours before. By telling him he was in love with someone else. It seemed like some sort of sick joke. Because Blaine Anderson's new love was David Karofsky. Impulsively, Kurt dialled Blaine's number with his mutilated arms.

"Kurt? What the hell are you doing?" Blaine answered with a sigh.

"Why Karofsky?"

"We're not doing this. I'm fucking busy. Harass someone who actually wants to listen."

"You told me you loved me."

"I thought I did. But things change. People change."

"You knew. You were the only person who knew and yet you still found the-" He sneered, "fucking courage to betray me like that. Didn't you think it would have an effect?"

"Kurt! Tell me you haven't!" Blaine sounded panicked now.

Kurt laughed, "I don't want to be a liar. I don't want to be like you."

He hung up, carelessly dropping his phone to the floor. He didn't know why he had done that, what he'd hoped to accomplish. Maybe he just wanted to feel like he had power for once.

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"Hello?" Finn answered, still trying to play COD one-handed.

"Finn, it's me, Blaine. This is important!"

"What's going on?" He asked slowly, putting down the controller.

"I… I broke up with Kurt, but before you shout at me, go and find him! He's a cutter, I think he's hurt, you have to make sure he's okay!"

"Are you sure?" Fear filled Finn's chest.

"Yes, Finn! Please, you have to trust me on this! Go and find him. I'm on my way now, but don't tell him that."

Blaine ended the call. Shoving his cell phone into his jeans pocket, Finn dragged himself to his feet, half-running to his and Kurt's shared bathroom.

"Kurt!" He hammered on the door, "Bro, let me in!"

"Damn it Finn, go away!"

"I can break the lock. Easily." The tall teen threatened.

"I'm fine. Whatever Blaine has just told you is bullshit."

Finn shouldered the door.

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Should he be doing this? Blaine didn't know. But Kurt had hurt himself, and this time, it was his fault. He hadn't been brought up to just sit back and let his mistakes pass by him. So that was why he was speeding down the highway praying not to meet any police. He didn't have the time. He blinked back tears, crying would only make him crash. Blaine had never felt so guilty, and so cruel. He didn't love Kurt, not anymore, but did he really love Dave? He had been so harsh. Kurt didn't deserve to be hurt the way Blaine had hurt him. He had just lost himself a friend, and as the thought of his new boyfriend filled his mind, he found himself asking what for. Kurt was sweet, he was funny. Adorable. Dave… he shook his head.

"My God Blaine Anderson, what the fuck've you done?"

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"Oh Kurt." Finn swallowed, staring at what his brother had done to himself.

"I said leave me alone!" Kurt snarled, making to leave the bloodstained room.

Finn stood in the doorway, stopping him.

"You aren't going anywhere until we've stopped the bleeding and cleaned your cuts." He folded his arms.

Though they were still bleeding, the cuts did not look deep. He closed his eyes, silently thankful. Kurt all but threw himself to the ground.

"We?"

"Do you have anything to clean them with?"

"Hydrogen peroxide. At the back of the cupboard. Gauze there too."

Finn silently collected all of this and washed his hands, rinsing the blood and shards of photograph down the sink too. He then sat down carefully beside his brother.

"I'm going to kill Blaine." He said bitterly, gently placing Kurt's right arm in his lap.

"Thanks." Kurt said softly.

"What, for Blaine's soon to happen murder?"

"And this. And for being the most awesome brother there is."

"You really think that?" There was a hint of excitement in Finn's voice.

"Don't get cocky, Finn."

Once he had cleaned Kurt up, Finn bandaged both of his arms. Go and get changed. if you give me your stuff, I'll put it in the wash now. So mom and Burt don't find out."

"You're really willing to keep this between us?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"I think that they should know. But I also think that you're not ready to tell them yet, and that it has to come from you. So until then, yeah. I'm willing to keep this between us. On one condition."

"And what would that be?" Kurt asked nervously.

"If you do anything like this again, you come to me. My room is just down the hall, and I hate the thought of you doing something like this while I'm only metres away."

"Thank-you, Finn. But just one thing, can you even work the washing machine?"

"Um…" He looked sheepishly at his feet.

"How about I get changed, then I'll show you what to do, okay?"

Finn smiled, "That sounds like a better idea."

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Half an hour later, Kurt and Finn were watching some crap late night movie, sharing a bowl of microwave popcorn. Kurt was still hurting, and he knew he would be for a long time, but he also knew that he could rely on his brother. Whatever happened, Finn would always have his back. He smiled to himself in the darkened room. The doorbell rang, and Finn launched himself into the hall, muttering something like "…didn't think the dick actually meant it…" under his breath. Kurt followed with a frown, getting to the front door just in time to see his step-brother punch Blaine in the jaw.

"Asshole!"

"I just wanted to know i- if he was okay…" Blaine said shakily.

"I'm fine." Kurt said icily before Finn could assault the boy for a second time.

"Kurt! I'm so sorry! I made a mistake, I don't love you but I don't love Dave either! Please, please say we can still be friends. I'll do anything, Kurt!"

"Goodbye, Blaine."

"Kurt, please!"

"You lied to me. Friendships rely on trust. How can I trust you again after today? What happens if you betray me again? Does Finn have to clean up after me because of you again? Will I never be able to chuck away the razor? Will it always be there, 'just in case?' I can't do that Blaine. Finn is my brother, and I think I owe him a bit more than that, don't you?"

"I'm sorry." Blaine said, tears in his voice.

"I don't care."

Finn closed the front door and they walked back to the living room. They heard Blaine's car pull away.

"Are you going to?" Finn asked quietly.

"Going to what?"

"Throw away the razor?"

Kurt's hand clenched into a fist. He closed his eyes.

"Not yet. But I will. As long as I have my brother there to help me when it happens."

Finn smiled and held out his arms. Kurt curled up in his embrace, needing the comfort. And that was where Burt and Carole found the brothers the next morning, still sleeping with Finn's arms circling Kurt protectively, a mostly full bowl of popcorn on the table beside them.

Thanks for reading! Like? Hate? Please review and tell me what I could improve!

On a serious note, I am not pro-self harm. I am however a cutter. It is something I can't stop, even if I wanted to. Self harm is an extremely serious issue and we can't ignore it. If you need someone to talk to, you can PM me. But self harm is never the right thing to do, however much it seems that way.

CPBambi x