The two sat in silence on Kurt's bed. Kurt had made it perfectly clear to Blaine that whatever was going on, he could talk about it to him and Kurt would never tell anybody about it and he wouldn't judge him on anything, so there was nothing more for Kurt to say. Kurt sat on the edge of his bed with his legs hanging off, slightly crossed. Blaine sat opposite him, cross-legged with his hands folded on his lap. He wasn't speaking, of course. However, his eyes were filled with tears. Kurt couldn't stop the pain in his heart. He loved this boy so much, and here he was, heartbroken, on his bed. Kurt looked into his dark eyes, but Blaine didn't look back. Kurt sighed and put his head down, looking at his own hands. "Kurt," Blaine whispered, "do you ever just feel like… nothing? As if… nothing that you ever do is worth it. You try and try and try, but nothing ever changes. You're stuck with what you have, whether you like it or not. You're stuck with your life, your family, yourself, and you don't want it – not any of it. You feel worthless, helpless, stupid, and angry and there is absolutely nothing that you can do about it. You want to go insane, to destroy something…" he pauses and strokes his own forearm "… to destroy yourself." At this point, the tears were heavily falling down Blaine's cheeks even though his voice had somehow managed to remain even. Kurt reached forward and took Blaine's hand away from tracing his arm. "Blaine, we all feel out of control of our life at certain times. Trust me, I've been there. I've been tempted to do some terrible things, too. Just know that you don't have to go through this yourself, okay? Whatever it is, your other friends and I are here to help you, but we can't do a good enough job unless we know what it is." Blaine gave a slight nod. "I'm just…" he began before the tears got the best of him and he choked. "Kurt, I'm really scared – terrified." Kurt didn't know what to say; he just gripped his boyfriends hand tighter.