As I was shutting the door to my locker, a hockey player shoved me hard making me collapse on the floor.

Not again.

Things were getting worse. The hockey team seemed to take Karofsky and the football teams place by abusing me.

The last few months have been hell.

The glee club tried protecting me, but I could see that they were getting annoyed. They didn't want to protect me anymore. Blaine was the only one who cared.

He rounded the corner, and at the first sight of me he sprinted toward me, and knelt down taking my hand in his.

"Kurt, are you alright," he asked breathless and worried.

I closed my eyes, trying to relax in his touch. Trying to breathe normally. But it wasn't working.

"Kurt, Breathe, just breathe. You're fine now. I'm here. No one's going to hurt you."
It was all the same. Every time I went into a tiny panic attack, Blaine would sit with me, rubbing his hand on my back in small soothing circles, while his other was in mine, playing with our fingers.

The touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets.

I opened my eyes as tears formed and fell on my cheeks. I hurried to get up before Blaine could say anything. I gathered my things and walked at a fast pace in the direction of the parking lot.

I couldn't do it anymore.

"Kurt! Kurt, wait up!"

I turned around to see Blaine sprinting towards me.

He finally reached me and cupped my face with his hands, brushing away the tears with his thumbs.

"Where are you going? At least take me with you." He said, pleading with his eyes.

Those hazel eyes. I was going to miss them so much. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close until our lips met. We shared one more long, passionate kiss.

We finally broke apart, and he sighed.

"I need to be alone. I'm sorry." I said and pulled away and walked toward my car.

I didn't know where I was going. I just drove.

And there it was.

A bridge, with a river beneath, and crashing waves on the rocks.

It would have to do.

I turned off my car and got out and walked to the edge. I looked around to make sure no one was there, and pulled myself up on the railing.

"What are you doing? Getting a better view?" The sudden voice made me jump.

"I-I… yes, I was." I lied. I didn't take my eyes off of the river in front of me.

"Kurt? I know you're lying, so please get down and talk to me."

I didn't recognize the voice at all. How did he know who I was? How did he know what I was doing.

I slowly got down and turned around to the voice.

It was a short man, no taller than Blaine, with white hair. He wore what looked to be a white nightgown, like one of those they wore in the old days. He didn't look familiar at all.

"How do you know who I am? Who are you?"

"My name is Joseph. You can call me Joe if you'd like. I know everything about you in fact. I'm an angel, sent here to stop you from making a horrible mistake."

I stood in shock, not knowing of what to say. An angel, huh?

The flashbacks came.

The Christmases with my mom, watching It's A Wonderful Life, stuffing sugar cookies in our mouths, laughing at my dad as he cried watching the last few scenes of the movie.

It all seemed so real.

"I-I, I don't know what to say." I responded truthfully.

"Well, I was sent here on a mission, and I will complete it, and I'm not going to let a teenager stop me," He responded matter- of- factly. "So, you wish you were dead, huh? You don't think you matter in this world?" I nodded. "Well kid, you're in for a treat. You have not been born. You never existed. Kurt Hummel has never touched foot on earth."