Kurt looked up, his hazel eyes taking in the noose hanging ominously from his ceiling. He swallowed thickly, feeling scared and...excited at the same time. He'd been waiting years to finally have the guts to go through with this; he had tried killing himself every year since he was 14, and now, 3 years later, he would finally succeed. Finally. His father didn't need him anymore; he had Carole and Finn. He finally had the perfect son that Kurt never was. Kurt loved Blaine. Really, he did. But Blaine could do so much better! Kurt had reminded himself of this fact since the day he and Blaine began dating. That was the happiest day of Kurt's life. That beautiful day seemed to draw on for weeks; maybe even months. But then Sebastian came into the story. Kurt saw the way Sebastian looked at Blaine (his boyfriend), and he saw the not-so-secret glances that Blaine returned when he thought Kurt wasn't looking. Kurt's friends (were they really his friends?) most definitely did not need him. Him, Kurt Hummel, the screw-up. The failure. The fairy. They didn't even want him. And Kurt didn't blame them; he didn't want himself either. Which is why he was doing this. Kurt was done with this terrible, terrible thing known as 'life'. The Christians had told him that homosexuality is a sin and that he'll go to hell. But didn't they know that he was already there? Kurt stepped onto his chair, glancing again at the noose. He took a deep breath and pulled the rope around his neck, before breathing in once more and jumping from the chair without a second thought. The rope constricted and pulled, making Kurt struggle. He didn't mind, though. It would be worth it in the end. With one last strangled gasp, Kurt's eyes glazed over and his body became limp. Finally.