Blaine woke up, hearing the sound of his phone.

Fuck, why so early? He thought Ohh crap, I had to wake up an hour ago!

Kurt was already on his way to pick him up. How the hell would he be on time? He rolled out of his bed, still in the outfit he had on last night, ran to the bathroom to poor some water in his face. As he stood there, face wet and his hands on either side of the sink, he looked at the face in the mirror.

His eyes were red and puffy. He probably cried in his sleep again. His didn't even recognize himself anymore. Those red eyes are who he used to be, not who he is now. He looked at his razor, wanting to put it on his skin and watch as the blood would drop out. He picked it up, and held it close to his wrist where the old scars were visible. He wanted to, but he couldn't. Kurt wanted him to be strong, so he would. Blaine would be strong for him.

He dropped the razor and went to his phone to dial Kurt's number. Blaine was feeling so crappy, he didn't want Kurt to see him like this. He didn't want him to see him weak, in temptation to cut again.

He listened and after a few minutes he heard the voice of his boyfriend:"Hi Blaine, I'm almost at your house. Did you have nice dreams?"

"Yeah, about that, I'm not feeling so well. I think I should stay home."

"Ohh.." Blaine could hear the disappointment in his voice

"Are you really sick or are you to worried about my opinion on you?" Blaine didn't understand it, he didn't tell Kurt anything and yet , Kurt felt there was something wrong with him

"No, I think I have the flu"

"You're lying!" Blaine got scared by the anger in his boyfriends voice

"No, I'm not, I really am sick!" He knew Kurt would know eventually, but he tried to hold on for as long as possible

"I am always honest with you, when I feel like shit I tell you, because I know you will make me feel better, why don't you tell me? I can hear it in your voice, you started cutting again, didn't you?"

"No, I wanted, but I didn't. I swear, I didn't!" A tear escaped Blaine's eye. This silence was torture. Kurt didn't believe him. Blaine just knew. He was strong for him, and he doesn't believe it.

" I really didn't. I couldn't do it, I love you too much." Blaine's voice sounded desperate, he wanted Kurt to believe he was strong enough.

"Okay, just stop. I'll go to school and say you're sick. We'll talk about it after school."

"Kurt…"

"No, Blaine, I still don't believe you but…. We'll talk later, okay. I have to go if I talk to you longer I'll get distracted"

"Kurt…"

"NO, Blaine, we'll talk lat-..."

Blaine heard a bang and the connection was broken.

"KURT, KURT!" Blaine yelled, knowing it was hopeless. It was nothing for Kurt to disconnect in the midst of a sentence. And what was that bang? Was it him or was it near him? Did Kurt get into a car crash? And if he did, it would be Blaine's fault. He called him, he distracted him from driving. He had a fight with him over the phone. What if it was the last thing he would ever say to him? The last time he would hear his voice would then be in disbelieve about something Blaine didn't do. Please, God, someone, let this not be true. Let him live or take me in his place. Blaine punched the boxing bag that hangs in his room with anger and fell on his bed, crying, helpless, and wanting to know what happened.