A/N: This story is not for the faint hearted. WARNING: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE. If you are feeling or thinking about what is mentioned in the warning, please talk to somebody. Life is precious, though a lot of times it may feel anything but.

I couldn't take it anymore. The harassing, the teasing, the threats. Who every told me that words wouldn't break me is a total idiot. I always imagined myself dying this way, I just didn't think so soon. I walked over to my desk and pulled out fresh piece of paper.

Dear Blaine,

I first want you to know this isn't your fault. I love you and I will always love you. I will be watching you from up here all the time. I don't want you to mourn over me. I want you to find someone else who will make you happy, because let's be honest, you can do better than me. I'm always depressed and you try so hard to cheer me up, but really, lets be honest. There's no hope for me.

Blaine, I know that you are going to blame all of this on yourself, but I don't want you to. It wasn't you. You are upset right now because you feel you didn't notice that I was thinking of this, and you are angry you didn't see it in me, but I want you to know that I'm glad you didn't because the you would've tried to stop me. This is what is best for me Blaine.

This is for all the people who called us fags Blaine. Now they can live happier that one less fag is in the world. This is something I am doing; something that I want and I can't stress it enough.

Blaine, I love you, but I know you're miserable with me. I want you to find someone who is happy and truly makes you happy. I will always love you

Goodbye Beautiful

Kurt.

I sighed, folding up the piece of paper and sliding it into an envelope addressed to Blaine. I left it on my desk where I knew he or someone else would find. I lead myself to the bathroom and shut the door, opening the medicine cabinet and grabbing everything I could. I pulled the shower current opened and grabbed my razor and slumped to the ground.

(Blaine's POV)

I was feeling a little spontaneous when I decided to drop by Kurt's house to surprise him. He seemed down lately, so I thought maybe I could cheer him up with some takeout, a movie and a bouquet of flowers. I knocked on the door and found it unusual that Kurt didn't answer. The door was unlocked and I let myself in. "Kurt?" I yelled

I walked down to Kurt's little chamber and walked into it. I set my gifts down on the desk and saw a letter with my name on it. I picked it up confused and began to read the paper.

Kurt was going to kill himself. What have I done? I began to panic

"KURT! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? KURT PLEASE WHERE ARE YOU?"

I opened the door to Kurt's private bathroom where he was sitting on the ground with boxes and bottles of drugs sitting all around him. His eyes were red from crying but I saw no new tears. He had a razor blade in his hand. The blade was running across his wrist and blood was surrounding him on the floor. He looked up to me and burst out into tears

"KURT!"

I ran over to him and pulled him into my arms. He was sobbing into my chest, and tears were streaming down my face into his hair.

"WHY BLAINE, WHY! WHY DID YOU STOP ME? JUST LET ME DIE" he screamed through his sobs

"Kurt, please calm down. Please. Shhhh, I got you." I tried my best to comfort him through my own tears and I kissed the top of my loving boyfriend's head. I planted kiss on the top of his skull and all around his cheek. I took my over shirt off and wrapped them around his wrists to cover the cuts. We were surrounded by blood, and both of our outfits were now splattered in blood. I could care less. I sat there for what seemed like hours, holding Kurt to my chest. Silent tears were streaming down my face as I listened to Kurt's loud and heavy sobbed. I shivered at the thought that I could've found Kurt lying here dead to the world. I stroked his hair and kissed his forehead.

"Kurt, just tell me why you didn't tell me."

"I didn't want you to stop me." He said through his sobs, though they seemed a bit more controlled now

"Kurt, listen to me. I love you. I love you more than I love guitar, singing, musicals, the Warblers, the sun, the moon. I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone. Kurt, you are the single most beautiful, gracious, gorgeous, compassionate and loving person I have ever met, and Kurt if you died, you would've have killed me too. You are my life Kurt, you are everything I am. I feel so ashamed that I didn't see this. I knew you were upset, but Kurt, tell me when you are upset. Tell me so I can make it feel better. Tell me so I can get you help that you need. We can't face everything alone Kurt, and you don't have to."

"B-But Blaine." He said through his tears "I don't want you to be brought down by me. I am holding you back. They tell me I'm a lady, I'm a fag, I'm a girl. You name it they called me it Blaine. And they're right. I am ugly, and fat, and a girl, and not good enough. You can do better. And they are all right Blaine. No one like me should be allowed to live."

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Look at me." I said to Kurt, as his red eyes looked into mine. Seeing them so red with pain hurt me so bad. "You are not any of those things, Kurt. You are beautiful, masculine, compassionate, loving, and perfect just the way you are. Kurt, doing this would prove they've won. And they haven't won Kurt. They never will because they will never get to experience the love that we share for each other Kurt. I love you. You are the best thing to ever happen to me and through thick and through thin, I will always love you. Don't ever leave me Kurt. I should've known that you were thinking of this Kurt. I am so sorry that you have to feel this way, Kurt, but this isn't the way to end it. Kurt, I can't fix something if I don't know that it's fully broken. I wish you would've told me Kurt. "

"I'm so sorry Blaine. I am so sorry. I love you. Don't ever leave me."

With that, I leaned in to pressed my lips on Kurt's. I taste the salt of his tears in our kiss and it reminded me of the pain this poor boy had gone through. It broke my heart, watching the man that means everything to me fall so far apart.

"Kurt, we are going to fix this. I love you."

I picked myself up off of the bathroom floor, grabbing the razor Kurt had dropped and the boxes and bottles of unopened medicine around him. I disposed of them all. I turned to Kurt.

"Kurt, I'm going to call the hospital, and we're going to get you checked in. We're going to fix you Kurt. I'm not leaving your side." I said

I dialed 9-1-1 and the operator dispatched for medical crews. I sent a group text to Carole, Burt and Finn, quickly stating what had happened and telling them that Kurt was alive and an ambulance was on the way. I walked back over to Kurt and sat on the cold, hard, bloody tile and brought Kurt's head to my heart.

"We're going to fix this, Kurt." I said

"I love you Blaine."

A/N: If this gets enough hits, I might continue this. It is only meant to be a one shot, but I know where I could pick it up if people were interested. Keep on Reading!