TW: Suicide Attempt. Blangst Prompt of the Day #511 (by anonymous): Set after the breakup. Blaine records a video of himself singing (on his Facebook or YouTube channel). In the video he starts crying. After watching the video one of the New Directions in Ohio (preferably Sam or Finn) goes over to his house to see if he's okay. They find him dead or dying after attempting suicide.

(Blaine's POV:)

I just miss him so much. I understand that I hurt him and what I did was horrible, but he doesn't need to just cut me off. Can't he see what this is doing to me? Can't anyone?

Closing my eyes and taking a breath, I wonder if singing might help right now, if only a little. I find my camcorder on its stand in my closet, and I set it by my bed, pressing the record button and moving to the opposite wall.

I close my eyes and start to sing, loudly, trying to let all the pain out. When I feel the tears start I don't stop them, only finally quitting when I start to sob. Everything hurts.

I can't do this, can't take this anymore. What's the point without Kurt? He hates me. No one cares. Everyone would be better off without me.

I fall to the floor on my knees. After a minute I suppose I should get up. I sniffle, wiping my tears with my sleeve and going to my camera.

I consider just deleting the video but what's the point? I'm going to die anyway so who cares if I look like a mess in my last video.

I post it on Facebook before turning off my computer and going to find a knife. I just can't do it. It hurts to breathe.

(Sam's POV:)

I'm on Facebook chatting with Artie when I see it. Blaine's posted a video.

I click it to listen to the song. It's good, but that's not what I'm focused on right now. There's so much pain in his voice.

About two minutes in he bursts into tears. I comment on the post, asking Are you okay buddy? Thirty seconds later I type a quick g2g to Artie, the worried feeling in my stomach increasing as I drive to the Anderson household. I knock on the door and no one answers.

I try the knob and it's unlocked. I walk up to Blaine's room and what I see is horrifying. I rush over to where Blaine's leaning against his bed, wrists bleeding and a kitchen knife lying next to him. "Blaine?! Blaine, wake up!" I shake him.

When I don't get an answer I check for a pulse, relieved when there's a faint one. I take my phone out of my pocket and dial 911.

While in the waiting room of the hospital my first thought is to call Burt; I know he's the closest thing Blaine has to a father and no matter how much he hurt Burt's son the man would want Blaine to be okay.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Burt. It's Sam. I think Blaine really needs you right now."