Wow, I'm really happy with the response this got! Thank-you to Ella Clarke who reviewed, and anyone who favourited this or added it to alerts. Sorry about the wait for this part, I'm currently in the middle of sitting my Highers. Stupid exams :L This is going to be a threeshot. The next part will be up either at the weekend, or next Thursday or Friday after all my exams are over.

Warning: Cursing, references to self-harm.

In case you couldn't tell, I love the whole Furt relationship. Sorry to all of the Blaine fans, I love him too. He just kind of had to be an idiot for this storyline.

Hope you enjoy!


"Kurt?" Finn stood in the doorway of his step-brother's bedroom, unsure whether or not to go in.

"What?" Kurt asked distractedly, still frowning at his physics homework.

"Can… Can I talk to you?"

"About?"

"The other night. Please Kurt." Finn was ready to beg if that's what it took, because he had to understand.

The smaller boy sighed and closed his jotter, laying it neatly on top of the pile of textbooks in the back corner of his desk.

"Sit down."

Finn sat on Kurt's bed, facing Kurt with an intent look in his eyes.

"Blaine made it sound like that wasn't the first time."

"It wasn't. It started a long time ago, before Glee Club. After I joined New Directions, I managed to stop for a while," He sighed, "I really thought that was it. I thought that the whole thing was over. I didn't realise how easily you can get pulled back in. The temptation of the blade." The last sentence was murmured, almost as though he didn't want Finn to hear it.

"And what made you start again?"

"Karofsky. When the bullying got worse, the self harm started all over again. I hated myself afterwards, each time I cut. But not enough to stop."

"But how did Blaine know? Why didn't you stop when you got to Dalton?"

"Because I was in too deep by then. Cutting became the answer for everything. The stress of a harder workload, the stress of fitting in with the Warblers. Losing out on a solo," He swallowed, "Watching Blaine sing to someone else."

"When did he find out?"

"After we got together. We were making out in his room, and… he saw the scars. I never meant to tell him, but once he saw them, I ended up telling him every single thing. And he promised to help me. Instead of cutting, I went to him. If I did cut, he cleaned me up and told me everything would be okay. But walking in on him and Karofsky…" Kurt shuddered, "I lost that. All I had was the ability to cut. So I did."

"I'm gonna help you," Finn promised, "I'll do anything to make this better, I'm always gonna be here for you, bro. I have your back."

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Blaine had never felt this low. He was sitting on his bedroom floor softly strumming his guitar. His eyes were wet with tears. His phone rang.

"Dave."

"Hey B. You wanna meet up?"

"No."

"Have I done something to upset you?"

"No. I'm just really busy," He lied softly, "I need to talk to you tomorrow morning, before school."

"I'll see you then, I guess. I love you."

"See you." Blaine hung up.

He knew Karofsky was expecting to hear 'I love you too' but Blaine had done enough damage. There was no point hurting him further. He sent a text to Kurt.

'You okay? X'

There was no response. He hadn't expected one, he didn't deserve one. He had fucked up this time for sure. Short of turning back time, there was nothing for him to do but sit and watch the aftermath of his mistakes play out. He closed his eyes as though he did not want to have to face this realisation.

"Kurt. God, I'm so sorry," A tear escaped it's prison, "I'm so fucking sorry." He told the atmosphere.

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Finn sat in his room staring blankly at his laptop. He heaved a heavy sigh. He had promised Kurt he would help him, and he meant every word. He owed his brother a hell of a lot after the shit he'd made him go through. The only thing was that Finn had no idea what he was supposed to do. He knew he wasn't the brightest, and he'd come to accept that. He had a habit of putting his foot in it and making things worse, but he couldn't afford to do that this time. He opened his internet browser and quickly went to Google before he could change his mind. In the search box he hurriedly typed 'self harm help.' Surely there was a website out there that could tell him how to help his little brother.

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Dear Dave. This can't happen. I'm sorry for saying yes and I'm sorry for convincing you that I wanted to be with you. Hell, for a while I convinced myself as well. But when Kurt saw us I realised this was not the person I want to be. I'm not a liar. At least, I thought I wasn't. I broke his heart, and he didn't deserve it. Not after all you did to him. He trusted me, I was the only person who knew all his secrets and I chucked that back in his face. You turned me into the sort of person I despise in a few short weeks. I can't let that continue. You're not the guy for me. You're not the sort of man that Kurt is, and I don't love you. Let me promise you at least that me and Kurt are not about to forget and forgive. I don't love him like I did, and he hates me for this whole thing. And he should. He should never forgive either of us, ever.

Blaine.

Dave Karofsky stared at the letter that had been taped to his locker when he arrived at school that morning. He looked around him, panic rising, but it was useless. Blaine was not around. Rage filled the teenager and he roared. Ignoring the stares of those around him, he marched off in anger, letter clutched in his tightly clenched fist. Someone was going to pay for this. He didn't care whether it was Anderson or Hummel, he just knew that the one he found first would have the shit kicked out of them. He felt angry, betrayed and humiliated. It was a new sensation for him recently, and it could not be allowed to remain. He was going to clear his head the only way he knew how.

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Blaine knew he shouldn't be in the choir room, but he wasn't ready to face Karofsky. He knew the Jock would not find him there. His hand trembling, he tried to read over the sheet music for the group number Mr Schue had assigned them that week, but he couldn't concentrate. His thoughts were jumbled and incoherent, adrenaline was racing through his veins.

"What the hell are you doing in here?"

A cold voice made him look up. He saw Finn standing in the door, a look of hatred on his face so powerful that it made Blaine wince. He wanted to apologise for everything he had done to Kurt, but he was awake enough to realise that was possibly the worst thing he could do. Finn did not look as though his was in the mood for 'I'm sorries.' In fact, he looked very much in the mood to punch something, and Blaine was keen to make sure that something did not become his face.

"I broke up with Dave."

"Hiding from your mistakes?"

"I don't need you to judge me, Finn."

"You broke Kurt's freaking heart! He slashed his arms to pieces because of you Blaine! You cheated on him and you made him feel like nothing! And you say I can't judge you. I thought you were better than some Neanderthal Jock, but no. it seems like you're the perfect match!"

"I didn't put the blade in his hand! It was his own choice!"

"You knew what he could do. You knew he'd done it before. You knew why, damn it!"

"I didn't make Kurt cut himself!" Blaine repeated, "Don't blame this whole thing on me."

"Kurt did what?" Both boys turned in shock at the sound of their teacher's quiet question.

"Mr Schue!" Finn spluttered, inwardly cursing the Spanish teacher's ability to remain in the shadows. Literally.

"What's going on between you two? And what are you talking about? Kurt did what to himself?"

"Blaine cheated on him with Karofsky. Kurt…"

"Finn, this is serious. You have to tell me what happened."

"Kurt cut his arms. All over them. I broke the lock on our bathroom door and found him. I cleaned him up and made him promise to tell me if he ever did it again."

"He was a cutter before, before he started at Dalton," Blaine did not meet their eyes as he spoke, but studied his sneakers instead, "When the bullying escalated he started cutting as a sort of coping mechanism. I found out when we started going out, and helped him to stop. As far as we both know, the other night was the first time Kurt's self harmed since then."

Mr Schuester closed his eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"This is what's going to happen. You two are going to stop this fighting, before someone gets hurt, or you end up in Figgins' office. I am going to talk to Kurt, along with Ms. Pillsbury. See you in Glee. Get to class."

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Kurt was making his way to class alone when someone grabbed him and unceremoniously pushed him through the door of the nearest toilets. Too late to catch his balance, he went flying and landed hard on the tiled floor. He turned and looked up at his attacker. Karofsky leered at him.

"Long time no see, Ladyface."

"What the hell is your problem?" Kurt snapped angrily, "You already have the one person I am in love with, what else do you want from me?"

"That is my problem, freak. As of this morning, we were both tossed out like yesterday's rubbish by Blaine fucking Anderson. And I am pissed."

"Get away from me and man up Karofsky! I have somewhere to be!"

The bully did not reply, but instead began punching and kicking Kurt, screaming curses and insults at him. Kurt was too surprised by the sudden onslaught of pain to even try and fight back. Instead he curled up as much as Karofsky would let him and closed his eyes. Tears soaked his cheeks as he hoped desperately for it all to be over.


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