After I Break
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee. Ryan Murphy and the guys at Fox do. But you do know that, of course.
WARNING: Self-harm, Procrastination, Suicidal Thoughts, this is a Dark Fic. You have been warned.
SUMMARY: Kurt had wanted to just end it all. After losing the lead for West Side Story because of his effemininity, Losing the Election to Brittan's Pixie Sticks Campaign Platform and losing his chances of going to NYADA, Kurt decides he has nothing else to live for. He decides to take the easy way out.
A/N: The long wait is over! This sequel is up thanks to all of you my wonderful readers, who have read, favorited, alerted, voted and enjoyed Pixie Sticks, et. Al. You guys rock! Well, I hope that you enjoy this as much! Thanks again, and don't forget to review!
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PROLOGUE: The Aftermath
(Blaine's POV)
'BANG!'
Everything ceased.
My heart stopped beating the moment I heard that shot. Call it intuition, whatever you may, but I knew right then and there that I had to find Kurt.
I shook my head and willed my feet to keep on running. I was bumping into people, into things, but I really didn't notice, nor did I care.
I reached the last corridor, surprisingly unscathed, leading into the boys' bathrooms. My hands were shaking as I grabbed the door handle. I took a deep breath as I pushed the door open.
I was greeted by an eerie silence.
I was about to turn back and leave…
And then I saw it.
'Kurt!'
Peeking out of the farthest stall to my right was a pair of shiny patent black leather shoes. Kurt's shoes. He was the only one in the entire school (except for some other teachers) to ever wear them. And right now, those shoes are telling me that whoever was wearing them wasn't just peeing or taking a dump.
I rushed towards the door of the last cubicle, getting a better angle. Whoever –no –Kurt, I know it's him, seem to be on the floor.
Lying on the floor.
'Kurt! Open up! Kurt!'
No answer.
'Kurt, it's me, Blaine! I know you're in there, please open the door!'
Still no answer.
No answer.
Nothing.
I bit my lip. 'God, please, no, no, no… not like this.'
I had to get to Kurt.
Without even thinking, I backed away from the cubicle door and with all my might, gave it a swift kick. I had wanted to get to Kurt so much that I had forgotten that I might hurt him with the impact of the door.
It swung open but not enough for me to get in.
Frustrated, I tried to force-pull the door. Good thing it was cheaply-made; it readily swung in the opposite direction.
That is when I found what I was looking for.
'Kurt!'
Kurt was lying on the floor… right next to his school bag. He could have just passed out on the floor due to stress or something, but one look at the glinting object in his hand, confirmed my fears.
He was holding a gun.
Kurt had tried to commit suicide.
My sweet, loving boyfriend had wanted to take his own life.
Forcing all of the shock out of my system, I knelt beside his prone body. Hot tears, long overdue, fell from my eyes, clouding my vision.
'Kurt!'
My mind screamed as I enveloped him in the warmest, tightest embrace I could ever manage to give.
'I'm sorry, Kurt, I didn't know. I did not notice… How could I have not noticed?'
I pulled myself away from my boyfriend momentarily to look at his face, his sweet, innocent face.
And that was when I noticed it. There were the tears, but…
There was no blood.
I checked him over…
There was no wound.
A barrage of emotions rushed within me. I looked from the gun, to his hand, to his head… then to the wall behind him…
There I saw the bullet.
'Oh, God!'
I slumped back next to Kurt's unconscious form. With two visibly shaking fingers, I touched the delicate porcelain skin of my boyfriend's neck.
Pulse.
I rested my head on top of his chest and held my breath as I listened in.
Heartbeat.
Kurt was alive.
The tears of despair I have wept quickly turned into tears of joy. I shook him gently.\
'Kurt, wake up!'
He did not stir.
Now, I wasn't one to believe in fairytales, but I knew I had nothing to lose. I cradled Kurt's head in my arms and leaned in to press my lips against his thin, pale ones.
'I'm here now, please wake up,'
I felt his lips move against mine, then his body, jerk forward. I leaned back in surprise.
Kurt was awake.
The smile I had on for the relief I felt, carefully morphed into a frown.
Kurt's face had a look of bewilderment and utter disbelief.
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A/N: And with 55% of the votes… Kurt doesn't die. Blaine gets to him before he attempts another shot. Hoorah! But sadly, the angst and the drama doesn't stop here. Anyway, I hope that was believable enough for you. I am not medically trained nor am I familiar with ballistics and such (except for the occasional refresher course from CSI and NCIS) so, forgive me. Yes, Kurt did fire the gun, but for some reason, he missed. Bad aim perhaps? Shaky hands? A half-hearted attempt? Your guess is as good as mine :) Anyway, thanks for reading. Next chapters will be in an observer's POV. Ah, then we will know why Kurt had that look on his face. Until then, please continue to read and review! - Eastwoodgirl