"Hey babe!" Blaine smiled over at the grainy picture of his boyfriend, his smile widened as he came into focus. Kurt was as beautiful as ever, his billowy chestnut hair flowed in a perfect bubble around his angelic face. His eyes full of so many emotions, Blaine could never begin to decipher. His face lit up as he smiled back and waved slightly,

"Hi." Kurt missed Blaine more than he could imagine, more than he thought possible. After all they had been through at McKinley, they were voted 2nd most likely to last after Mike and Tina -who, lets be honest,may as well had tied the knot in junior year- this spurred their relationship further, as well as the Sebastion debacle.

"I miss you so much, you honestly have no idea." Blaine sighed. Kurt being at NYU and his being stuck at McKinley wasn't ideal in his world.

"10 months 7 weeks and 13 days until you can move over here with me." Kurt smiled then looked around hastily, "and I escape Rachel."

"I HEARD THAT MISTER!" The three then broke out laughing.

"So how's New York? Amazing, beautiful?"

"Tiring." Kurt sighed, "But I have got some news," Blaine made drum roll noises on his knees, "I got an extra role on Broadway for Wicked! I'm a Shiz student!" Kurt squealed happily clapping his hands,

"Kurt thats wonderful!" Blaine exclaimed with joy, "I'm so pround of you baby boy! Rachel...?"

"Didn't audition." Kurt shrugged, "She was at an Evita audition. I think she got it."

"Evita?"

"Milkmaid number 2." Rachel smiled then poked Kurt, "A named part."

"I have a named part! Shiz student and background Dancer number 3. Two parts missy moo and don't forget it!" Blaine laughed as the pair attempted to mess each others hair up. Blaine missed it, sure he had friends at McKinley, but his enemies out weighed them.

"So Blaine Ex-Warbler," Rachel smiled sitting on Kurt's lap, "How's McKinley?"

"Awful. The football team locked me in an actual locker earlier. I thought I'd miss our video chat. Damn my height!" Blaine sighed, then looked at Rachel's shocked face and Kurt's tortured one.

"Thats terrible!" She squealed,

"Yeah, locker lock-in's are the worst." Rachel gave Kurt an appauled look to tell him to continue. "Year before Mr Schue took over Glee Club, Karofsky's voice broke and mocked me because mine wasn't getting any different. He called me a fag then the rest of the junior squad grabbed me and shoved me in a locker. I was left there overnight. My Dad was working late so never found out...and never will, understand?" Rachel hugged Kurt tightly.

"That hugs from both of us. So were you the one who wrote 'Enemies of the hier beware' in red ink on the inside of the locker?" Blaine smirked.

"I was bored." Kurt shrugged.

"And I just fell in love with you a bit more." Rachel made kissy faces as Kurt literaly threw her out of the room.

"Stay! Good Rachel, good little hobbit child." Kurt cooed with a smirk,

"I'm only a few inches shorter than you!"

"Still shorter."

"Blaine, honey, your father is home. Sign off Skype before he sees you!" Blaine's mother called up the stairs to her chuckling son whose laughter stopped suddenly.

"Sure Mom, I owe you one!"

"Fourteen, but who's counting." She giggled, hoping to go distract her husband so Blaine could have a few more moments with his love.

"Your Dad?" Kurt questioned, his eyes growing misty,

"Hey, no tears babe. I'll talk to you tomorrow, kay?" Kurt shook his head and Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"I have to be at rehearsals during our next thirteen skype dates." Kurt croaked. Blaine wanted nothing more than to hold him.

"That's fine! I'll call you during lunch then!" Blaine smiled,

"My classes are different, B."

"After school?"

"I get out later."

"After rehearsals?"

"I'll look hideous." Kurt grimaced. Blaine smiled,

"Babe, I'll call you and you can put me on speaker while you do your face thingy." Kurt mock gasped and rolled his eyes, raising a hand to his chest.

"You mock me, sir!" Blaine stuck his tongue out and then gasped at the sound of footsteps.

"Crap, Dad," He turned back to the screen, "I need to go babe, I love you and I'll call you tomorrow."

"I love you too Blaine, night." Blaine closed skype just as his father opened his door.

"Hello D...Father." Blaine smiled politely.

"Blaine," His Father drawled in his usual disappointed tone that made Blaine's face drop. "Who were you talking to?"

shit

"My...Girlfriend?" Blaine panicked. Girlfriend, you are gay Blaine! ...

"Are you lying to me, Blaine?" His father growled, "You know how I feel about lying."

"No! Her name is Rachel! I swear!" Blaine panicked again. Lying hurt, lying got him hit. His mother didn't know and if he could protect her from his fathers ferocity then Goddammit he would.

"Call her back."

"Now?"

"YES!" Blaine gulped and pressed call again. Kurt's face flashed on screen and he beamed.

"Blaine!" Kurt was going to get hurt so much from this.

"Hey Kurt, can you put Rachel on. Dad want to see the girlfriend is real." Blaine widened his eyes to send a message. True to his acting capabilitys Kurt faultered for a second before smirking.

"She's working Blaine, call back later."

"I'm not working!"

"Oh god, its alive." Kurt rolled his eyes, he then stood up off the camera. "Rachel, boyfriend talk go."

"What? Blaine...oh. OH!" She then sat down quickly. "Hey babe."

Kurt watched the whole conversation with tears streaming down his porcelain face. Rachel always won. Sure Blaine was probably faking for his father but that made their relationship a secret, like it was wrong. Rachel got Finn when he wanted him, Rachel went to prom with Sam, Rachel kissed Blaine, Rachel was Blaine's lead, Rachel was Kurt's exact yet oposite being and that hurt.

He gave up listening and went to his room and began to sob his heart out. His heart that was currently in Westerville pretending to love Rachel Berry.

He'd never be good enough for Blaine, not with his Father hating him.

Rachel would be perfect.

Kurt wasn't perfect.

Kurt realised this with a gasp and ran to his bathroom and grabbed a razor, holding it about his wrist for a second before throwing it in the sink and falling in a sobbing heap to the floor.

"...well your son is perfect." Rachel giggled, treating this like an acting excerise. One that got easier once Kurt and his heartbreak left the room. Suddenly she heard and crash and a loud splash of water. "Kurt? Kurt are you alright?"

"Is he okay?" Blaine asked too quickly. Rachel shrugged, then looked at Blaine's concerned face.

"I'll check." She walked quickly into the bedroom to see a bottle of Tylenol open on the bed. A note beside it.

She's perfect, I'm not. I've known that all my life. Blaine loves her now. I'm worthless.

"No." She whispered running into the bathroom and screaming.

"Rachel? RACHEL? What happened?" Blaine heard more water sloshing and the sound of a phone call being made. Five minutes later paramedics burst in with a strecher. "No..."

Rachel came sobbing up to the camera. "Kurt." She whispered. Blaine felt his stomach drop as he saw the boy he loved being wheeled out of the room, dripping wet and with an oxygen mask holding his face. "He tried to kill himself."

"As he should." Mr Anderson spat, "Filthy fag."

"That 'fag' is my boy...bestfriend Dad!"

"What did you say? You lied." His father stood eyes darkening, Blaine began panicking.

"I didn't lie! No no please no I'm sorry!"

"You know what happens when you lie to me Blaine." He slammed the laptop shut, hiding Blaine from the screaming Rachel. His door was locked, he was trapped.

And as good as dead, then again if Kurt was...he wanted to be too.

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