I walk home in the dark. But as I got closer to the house I see Finn's car in the driveway.

Perfect.

I shake my head and walk inside. Quietly shutting the door and tiptoeing to the bedroom, until I get to that stupid squeaky floorboard and I shut my eyes tightly knowing very well I was heard.

"Kurt?! I was so worried!" Blaine ran over to me, planting kisses all over my face.

"Where the hell were you! I'm over having to look after you like you're a fucking dog! Do you know how stressed you're making Blaine and I?"

The tears well up in my eyes.

"Now, get into the lounge room." Sebastian ordered.

I walk to the lounge room and look at Finn who was on the couch. He had a far off look on his face, like he was deep in thought.
I sit beside him, waking him from his daydream. Blaine sits beside me, his hands wrapped around mine.
Sebastian sits down on his chair, clearing his throat.

"Puck called me." Finn starts.

My heart leaps. I'm screwed. I'm so screwed! I shouldn't have told Pick ANYTHING!

"Wh-why?" I ask nervously.

"Because you're hurt, kurt." Finn says not looking at me.

I look at him then to my boyfriends.

"What?" I snapped.
"Do you honestly think we're disappointed in you? That you're not good enough?" Blaine says, starting to cry.

I force myself to look away.

"Well?" Sebastian groaned.

Why is he always mad? What the HELL did I do? I look at Sebastian in panic. His eyes ease up. He sighs and sits on the edge of his chair.

"I'm so sorry." Was all I could get out.

"We love you Kurt, so much. I'm sorry I've been a dick lately. Work is stressful as it is, I don't want to have to come home to the same shit. I don't want to come home and not get to see either of you, I hate that. You lock yourself in the room, you're not eating, you've lost so much weight it's noticeable. I hear you crying most nights, when you think I'm sleeping, I don't bother asking if you're okay, because you'd just lie to me and say you're fine, like you always do. We just want to help you, babe. And we can't do that if you KEEP pushing us away." Sebastian tried everything he had to keep himself from crying, I can tell.

The guilt sits on my shoulders, I can feel the tight grip it has ahold of me by. I break down. I feel small, lower than everyone else.

I sob into Blaine's shoulder.

A fuck up, Hummel, nothing but a fuck up.

I look at Finn who had his left elbow on the arm of the lounge, resting his head in his hand. His eyes are closed, but I see a tear slip out between his eyes.

My stomach knocks and turns.
A failure, a disappointment. Way to go, Hummel, way to go.

A few weeks later, after that whole fiasco, Sebastian made me get stronger anti-depressions. But now, Blaine won't even let me be in a room by myself. He makes me watch movies with him ALL day.

I sigh and stand up.

"Where are you going?" Blaine shot up.
"...to the toilet." I say.

"I'll pause the movie! Hurry back." He orders. Sebastian grabs Blaine's hand and pulls him back onto the couch.

I can't believe it! I'm a prisoner in my own damn house!

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror and look at my reflection. My hair is unwashed, my face is oily, I've lost so much weight and I'm wearing grey track suit pants and one of Sebastian's baggy hoodies.

I. Look. Disgusting.

I sigh and walk back out to my boyfriends, who are now grinding on top of each other. Again, doing things without me. I scoff and walk to the kitchen, I stand at the sink sipping a glass of water.

"Hey babe." Sebastian says, wrapping his arms around my waist. He kissed the side of my head.

"Care to join us?" He whispered in my ear.

I frown and shake my head.
I turn to him and blast a fake smile on my face.

"No, that's okay."

Sebastian frowns but nods. He walks back to the lounge room and I hear him say something to Blaine, then they both walk to the bedroom.

I sit on the kitchen floor and cry to myself. I'm losing them.

I woke up on the kitchen floor with someone shaking me. I think up through hazy eyes to see a figure leaning over me.

"Babe? What's wrong? Come on, let's go to bed."

I shake my head.

"Go 'way 'Bastian." I groan.

He picks me up off the ground and Carries me to the bedroom, laying me on the bed. Blaine rolls over, grabs my cheeks and kisses me.

I swat his hand away.

Blaine frowns.
"K-Kurt?"

I ignore him and roll over, facing Sebastian who has climbed into bed as well and is stroking my hair.

I should be turned on. I should be loving the fact I am laying next to the two people I love so much. I should feel happy. But I don't, all I can think of is how much pressure i'm putting them through. How much stress I'm causing them. Maybe it time to go my own way. It'll be better for all of us if I do.