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Blaine was lying on his bed in his room, crying; bleeding. He had just ran upstairs and burst into tears, slamming the door behind him. The way he felt, he just wanted it all to end. Blaine didn't understand why this was happening to him. It wasn't his choice that he was gay, but his father insisted it was, and that he needed to change his sexuality.

Doesn't he understand? Blaine thought. If I could choose to be loved by my own father, I would. Why would I want this? Blaine ran into the bathroom, avoiding going anywhere near his family – his mother didn't care about how this was making him feel. He locked the door to the bathroom, and slumped to the floor, hands covering his face as he cried into them. He waited a few minutes, before moving the bathroom cupboard and opened it, shaking. He opened the packet of razors, his mothers, and took one out. He laid it on the floor, and took off his shirt, revealing his previous scars placed on his arms, chest and shoulders. This was the side of him Kurt never saw.

He took the blade off the floor, and raised it to his bare skin, just below the latest scars – which were getting closer and closer to the bottom of his wrist. In one sharp movement, Blaine cut his arm again, just like he had done the previous night. He continued, until the blood was pouring down his arm, while feeling like he was going to pass out. It had been just over half an hour, and Blaine put his shirt back on, wiped the tears from his eyes and unlocked the door. He walked out and acted like nothing had happened, just like he did every night. Nothing would ever change, not with Kurt, not even if his mother started to care about the actions her husband was acting out on his own son. Blaine went into his bedroom, and fell asleep, trying to forget about everything before it happened again the next day.