Disconnect

by shedtheirony

Set after Glease - possible spoilers, and trigger warnings for self harm and suicidal thoughts. After Kurt tells Blaine that he doesn't trust him anymore, Blaine feels as though life is no longer worth living. After an unexpected attempt to take his own life, Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel, along with others, struggle to get past the pain and start anew.

1. Chapter 1

Blaine Anderson felt his heart drop as soon as the words escaped Kurt's ever enticing lips.

"I don't trust you anymore."

It had been as though Kurt's lips were moving but the sound had taken double the time to reach Blaine's ears.

And now as he stood out on the balcony of his spacious, meticulously organized room. It had always bothered him that there seemed to be no personality to it at all. But over the years he'd come to accept that that's just how it was. Your room supposedly said a lot about your person. Or so he was told.

In which case, this must be exactly who he was.

Held together by tradition and rules - expectations. Lackluster and void of emotion. Locked up without a key in sight. This is who he was.

And without Kurt? That's all he'd ever be.

It wasn't something he could live with.

At the moment even, he could barely breathe. It came in short gasps as he peered longingly at the ground so far below. It would be simple really.

Just jump.

He leaned forward on the rail.

No one would even miss him.

It would take his parents weeks, no - months! To find the body.

And as his decomposing progressed farther into the earth he would become more and more acceptable to humanity and most of all to his parents.

It was a win / win really.

All he had to do was jump.

End it all for good.

At the thought Blaine leaned forward further still. His eyes closed lightly as he let the wind nap playfully across his cheeks. Yes, he thought firmly.

It was time.

But then there was a pause - a break in the tension as a voice gradually rang through to his ears.

"Blaine!" It said. And perhaps it was loud but Blaine heard it as sung.

"BLAINE! Blaine please!"

Okay, Blaine thought suddenly.

That definitely wasn't sung.

But in his current trance like state Blaine didn't dare to open his eyes.

Then suddenly, after what seemed like seconds, there was a soft hand resting on his shoulder. Blaine nearly flinched at the realization - his eyes opening forcefully and more than likely by mistake.

"Blaine, please look at me! I —"

The words were closer still.

And as he looked unwillingly towards the musically enthralling words, Blaine knew that he was seeing the most beautiful thing in the world.

And suddenly, life was worth living again.