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You Got Me If You Want Me: Chapter 1

Kurt stood on the chair with shaky legs, blood dripping from the cuts on his arms and legs. He did one last look around the room, making sure his note was visible on his desk. It was a simple note, short and to the point. I'm sorry Dad, I just can't do this anymore. Don't blame yourself, this isn't your fault. I love you. And then his name signed with a flourish. Kurt closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and then letting it out slowly. He slid his neck through the loop on the rope that was hung from the exposed beam and with one last breath kicked the chair out from under him, causing it to crash into his desk.

Just as his body fell, Finn poked his head in the door. "Hey Kurt? Can you help me on my oh shit!" He exclaimed, running into the room and pushing Kurt up so the rope wasn't crushing his wind pipe anymore. "Hold on, dude," He whispered, trying in vain to get Kurt down by himself.

"BURT!" Finn screamed out, trying not to jostle Kurt too much. "Burt, help me!" The mechanic came up the stair quickly, not liking the sound of fear in his stepson's voice.

"Finn? What's going on?" Burt could be heard from the hallway, sticking his head in the quarterback's room.

"Kurt's room!" Finn gasped, trying to stop the blood from a deep cut on Kurt's wrist while still holding him up. Burt came running in the room, the blood draining from his face when he saw his son. He quickly climbed on the chair and helped Finn pull Kurt down.

"Watch his neck, Finn," Burt said in a low voice as he gently placed Kurt on his bed. His shaking hands searched for a pulse on the bruised neck and let out a low sigh of relief when he found a light one. Finn was on his cell phone, calling 911 and frantically talking to someone on the other end.

"Buddy," Burt said, his voice cracking as he looked at the mess that was his son. "Why did you do this?" His eyes took in the room, noticing a note with "Dad" scrawled across the front on Kurt's desk. Burt read the short note, biting his lip as fat tears ran down his face.

He watched as Finn lead two paramedics up to Kurt's room. The young girl quickly fastened a brace around Kurt's neck in case of damage from the rope and the older man put an IV in the boy's bloody arm. They carefully moved Kurt onto a stretcher and the man informed Burt they would take Kurt to St. Rita's Medical Center. Burt nodded his head, not trusting his voice.

Kurt was oblivious to all of this.

Burt Hummel sat with his head in his hands in the waiting room. Carole sat behind him rubbing his back gently while Finn paced around the waiting room. The small family was all worried about Kurt. What was so wrong that the normally happy boy had felt it was necessary to kill himself? Just as the wait was becoming too much, Dr. Frank Lopez entered the room.

"Burt?" He said quietly, approaching the family.

"Frank," Burt said breathlessly. "How's Kurt? Is he…"

"Physically, Kurt's fine. We stitched up a few of the deeper cuts and cleaned all the rest. We're giving him a bag of blood to replenish what he lost. There is no damage to his neck or any of the chords. His voice might be a little hoarse for a while, but that will pass. But we are worried about why he did this, Burt. There were many older cuts that had already healed littering his body and the fresh cuts spelt out words like "worthless", "dirty" and "whore." When he woke up he was very distraught and wouldn't leave the IV alone so I'm afraid we had to restrain him.

"I'm going to have a colleague of mine speak to him after he has calmed down a bit, Burt. Dr. Jones has worked as a psychiatrist for this hospital for many years and is very good at his job. He'll have suggestions for what to do from here."

"Can…Can I see him?" Burt asked, his voice still shaky. Dr. Lopez gave him a small nod before leading him down the hallway. Carole and Finn remained behind allowing Burt time alone with his son.

Kurt looked so small under the blankets, his skin pale with dark bags under his eyes. His arms were wrapped with white gauze up to the elbows and Burt guessed that if he could see his son's legs they would have gauze on them too. An IV was placed in the back of his left hand pumping blood from a bag while oxygen tubes rested in his nose. Short straps were wrapped around his wrists, keeping him from reaching out and tearing things off of him. The most heart breaking part, Burt found, was the dark bruises around Kurt's neck.

Burt stopped the sob that was making its way up his throat as he approached Kurt's bed. "Hey Buddy," he said quietly, taking the chair next to the bed. He picked up his son's hand, squeezing it slightly. "How are you feeling?"

"Daddy," Kurt sobbed quietly, his voice low and raw. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay."

"I keep seeing it! I keep seeing his hands and he won't stop touching me and he hurt me, Daddy, he hurt me so bad and I don't want to do this anymore." Kurt babbled, the drugs Dr. Lopez had given him to calm him down causing him to have a loose tongue.

"Who hurt you, Kurt?" Burt said, his voice full of worry. Kurt let out another small sob before clamping his mouth shut and shaking his head sadly. Burt sighed before squeezing his son's hand again. "It's okay, Buddy. We're going to get you all the help you need. We'll get you through this."

Three days later Kurt sat on his own bed at home. Carole had gotten his room cleaned as much as she could but there were still a few blood stains in the carpet which Kurt avoided looking at. Burt had removed his door as a precaution for the one day that Kurt would be home before he would be shipped off to Oak Front Hills. Oak Front Hills was a psychiatric hospital close to the county line. This was the last thing Kurt wanted be he realized that after trying to kill himself he really didn't have a choice.

He was completely lost in thought when a soft knock came to his doorframe. He jumped, looking up to see his boyfriend Blaine in the doorway looking worried.

"Blaine," Kurt gasped out, reaching an arm out for the Warbler. Instead, Blaine perched himself on the small coach near-by. "I…I…"

"Finn told me, Kurt," Blaine said quietly, shaking his head in disappointment. "Why didn't you just talk to me if you felt this bad? I would have tried to help."

Kurt bit his lip, looking down at his lap and shaking his head sadly. "I'm sorry."

"He told me about Oak Front Hills, too. And I've come to a decision." Kurt felt his heart jump to his throat and he looked up with wide eyes. "I think we need to take a break until you get things figured out."

"What? Blaine, no I-" Kurt said, tears filling his eyes.

"Hear me out, Kurt," Blaine said softly, meeting Kurt's eyes. "You've already got enough on your plate without trying to make a relationship work, too."

"Blaine, please don't do this," Kurt whimpered, wrapping his gauze covered arms tightly around his waist. "I…I…"

"Kurt, stop. There's obviously something serious going on with you and you need to focus on that." With that, Blaine stood and placed a small kiss on Kurt forehead before squeezing his should and leaving the room. Kurt watched in horror as the first boy he had ever loved walked out on him when he needed him the most.

Kurt climbed off of his bed and began to change to go to sleep, not caring who saw. He kicked the packed bag for Oak Front Hills that lay near the doorway. He didn't even bother to do his nightly skin care regimen. At 9:00, Kurt crawled in bed and hugged his knees close to his chest and wished that his plan to die had worked.

AN: I hope you liked it. I know I have a million other fics to finish too, but this popped into my head and I could ignore it.