Disclaimer: I do not own Glee
If you want to really cry listen to God Bless the Child but Michelle Featherstone. Also if enough people like this, I will write more to it, give it more of a plot. But if not then watevs.
Kurt could here Blaine's soft sobs on the other end of the phone. His hand shaking from the fear. He was sure of what he was going to do, but he was scared. What would happen afterwards? Where would he go? But he didn't care frankly. He figured anywhere would be better than here. Better than Lima, Ohio. He would be rid of the horrible people. The bullies, the heartache, the discrimination, the rejection.
"Kurt please, don't do this." Blaine was desperately trying to get Kurt to listen to him, "I'm so sorry, please Kurt."
"I'm sorry too Blaine, I never stopped loving you. But I just can't anymore, so for now all I'm going to say is goodbye." Before Blaine could respond Kurt hung up.
He stepped slowly into the cold water of the overflowing bathtub, knife in hand. He laid down, and only for a few minutes thought of all the things in his life that pushed him to do this. Karofsky, NYADA rejecting his application feeling not good enough, prom queen, Sebastian, the self harm, before school dumpster tosses, after school beat ups, the rape… His hand lost the grip on the knife and he let it fall into the ice cold water. Sinking to the bottom. Feeling weaker with every passing minute, the blood draining from his body. He closed his eyes readying himself. And as it was almost over he thought of the good life… remembering... Glee Club, Burt, Finn, Carole, Mercedes, Rachel, Dalton, the Warblers, Blaine…