A/N: Hi, there. Yes, I'm back again. So, this is Blaine's Suicide... Next up will be Rachel. Some of these are going to be song fics. Kurt's wasn't exactly. So... Yup.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, any of the characters mentioned, or the song Loser by 3 Doors Down.

Breathe in right away
Nothing seems to fill this place
I need this every time
Take your lies, get off my case

Blaine was lying on his back in his room. He felt like the worst person in the world. How could he have done that to Kurt? He'd loved him. He still did.

Some day I will find
A love that flows through me like this
And this will fall away
This will fall away

He'd cheated. He'd been alone, and sad, and vulnerable, and he'd cheated. After he'd gotten upset with Kurt over texting sessions with some guy from the music store.

You're getting closer
To pushing me off of life's little edge
'Cause I'm a loser
And sooner or later you know I'll be dead

The look on Kurt's face when he knew had been the worst thing. It had been full of hurt and broken trust. Broken trust that would never be repaired.

You're getting closer
You're holding the rope and I'm taking the fall
'Cause I'm a loser
I'm a loser, yeah

He pulled out the blade he hadn't used in months. A year, just about. Since Kurt appeared at the school. Somehow, the mere presence of him had just made everything better.

This is getting old.
I can't break these chains that I hold
My body's growing cold
There's nothing left of this mind or my soul

Kurt had never known that he cut. He'd never wanted him to. It was a weakness, a sickness. He knew it wasn't healthy even when he did it, but he'd never had a reason to stop.

There's nothing left of this mind or my soul

Blade met wrist.

Addiction needs a pacifier, the buzz of this poison is taking me higher

Wrist spilled blood.

This will fall away, this will fall away

Longer cut. More blood.

'Cause I'm a loser…
'Cause I'm a loser…

He bled out, onto the clean white sheets he'd woken up in with Kurt on more than one occasion.

He lost a lot of blood.

Enough to kill him.