A.N: You asked and I answered. I was off sick today so I've had time to put this in. B.T.W your reviews made me do a happy dance! Thank you so much for reading! :) On with the show!

Disclaimer: I forgot this last chapter but I own nothing except my imagination. :'(

Kurt read the phone number again as he sat on his bed. Here it goes.

"Blaine Anderson speaking, who is it?"

"Hi Blaine, its Kurt," Kurt managed to say. At least he got the name right.

"Oh, hey Kurt!" Blaine says.

"I was wondering if you'd like to see Wicked with me at the theatre tonight. I got two tickets," Kurt asked him. If Blaine answered no his back-up plan was Mercedes.

"Cool! I'll be there," Blaine says and Kurt just sat with the phone still pressed against his ear, in awe. He was going on a (kind of) date with Blaine Anderson!

After the show Blaine walked Kurt to his car.

"Kurt, I need to tell you something. You've been completely honest with me but I haven't," Blaine said and let Kurt in the back seat of his car. Blaine got in and sat next to Kurt.

"I told you I got bullied. Hell, I got beaten up every second day at my old school! People threw food or rocks at me and they chucked me in the dumpsters. They had this speciality at my old school where they would throw hot coffee at you. I can't say how many times I went to the hospital to get treated for first and second degree burns. Then one day I had enough."

"YOU GUYS MAKE MY LIFE NOT WORTH LIVING!" I yelled at the bullies in the car park.

"Then why don't you just go die? No one cares about you anyway," a bully said and chucked a full packet of prescription pills at me.

"But if you chicken out and come to school tomorrow, we'll put you out of your misery," another bully said.

I sat on my bed and stared at the sinister looking packet of pills. I remember my father telling me to only take the amount your doctor tells you with prescribed medicine or it'll be fatal.

The pill packet seemed to be staring at me, daring me to take them. Daring me to get away from this horrible life. This life not worth living.

I guessed that I'd have to take 20 pills to kill myself so I just began to pop them. After two pills I felt normal, after five I felt a bit strange, after ten pills there was warning bells going off in my head and by the time I had took fifteen I was out cold.

"I was lucky that my brother Cooper had come home in time to call 9-1-1 or I wouldn't be here right now. My parents got me a counsellor and moved me to Dalton Academy straight away," Blaine finished.

He looked at Kurt who was staring, shocked at Blaine.

"Bullies ruled my life, Kurt and they nearly ended it. I really don't want that to ever happen to you. You've got to stay strong," Blaine said, meaning every word he said.

"I will. I swear I will," Kurt breathed and then quickly got out of the car.

Blaine slumped back in the seat and stared into space, tears in his eyes. He had to keep this beautiful boy safe. This beautiful boy that he had begun to love.