Hello again! I decided I wanted to get chapter 3 up before Christmas, so I wrote this for you guys :) It's late, and I'm tired, so I apologize if it't not as good as you'd expected, especially towards the end. I'll try to get chapter 4 up Wednesday. As always, thanks SO MUCH for reading this, and for those who have favorited/reviewed/followed this (or me ^.^), and I hope you like this!:) Warning: There is cutting and so much angst in this chapter, and I apologize for it being longer than my previous chapters. Any suggestions will be lovely :) Let me stop ranting and let you read now. -Much love & Happy Holidays! xoxo

Blaine sat in the corner of the choir room by himself, after Finn had carried him back to the room. He wasn't even sitting in a chair, because he insisted he sit on the floor. He hugged his knees to his chest, staring at his phone. He read Kurt's name over and over, trying to imagine him there. Sam kept looking over at him, but never bothered him. Blaine was crying and everyone else in the room was back to arguing over regionals. Kurt had replied to his text from about a half hour ago, but he didn't know what to say back. So he just settled for trying to make a normal conversation.

To Kurt: How are you?

He stared at his sent words until his vision blurred from the lack of blinking. He closed his eyes, smashing his face into his knees, crying until he couldn't breathe. He squeezed his legs tighter to his body as he began to softly sing to himself, trying to block everyone out from the world, so he could focus on his feelings. He wasn't sure why he exactly wanted to do that, considering that his only feeling were of pain right now. He didn't care. He figured he deserved the pain. He started cursing himself in his mind, telling himself that it was his fault. That he wasn't good enough for Kurt anymore. He was only a burden to him now.

"Hello world, hope you're listening, forgive me if I'm young, for speaking out of turn

There's someone I've been missing, I think that they could be the better half of me

They're in the wrong place, trying to make it right, but I'm tired of justifying

So I say to you; come home, come home…'cause I've been waiting for you for so long, for so long

And right now there's a war between the vanities, but all I see is you and me

The fight for you is all I've ever known, so come home"

Blaine had his eyes closed, so he didn't notice when a few of the glee members had started to gather around him. Sam, Tina, Artie, and Joe were surrounding him, listening quietly, and everyone in the room had stopped fighting. The others were sitting across the room, watching contently. Nothing was said, and Blaine was so far gone from his surroundings that he didn't notice a thing. They could definitely tell that Blaine was lost, and left out part of the song, and only sang the parts he needed to.

"Everything I can't be, is everything you should be, and that's why I need you here

So hear this now, come home, come home, 'cause I've been waiting for you for so long, so long

And right now there's a war between the vanities, but all I need is you and me

The fight for you is all I've ever known, so come home"

Sam reached out and gently placed a hand on Blaine's arm, causing him to look up. He had a scared look on his face as his muscles tightened. When he noticed his surroundings, he let out another sob and buried his face in his knees again. Tina and Sam sat on either side of Blaine, wrapping him in a hug and rocking him back and forth gently to comfort him. Blaine was crumbling to pieces, and Kurt was completely oblivious to it all.

Kurt thought about Blaine as he returned to work. He thought about how compassionate Blaine had sounded as he sang. He thought about every word as they echoed in the back of his mind. He was biting the insides of his cheeks to keep from crying, because it was completely unprofessional. He had to be strong if he was going to make it until the end of the school year without Blaine. He just hoped Blaine would make it.

After he got off work, Kurt called Sam to check up on Blaine.

"How's he doing? What happened after we hung up?" he asked with a worried voice as he walked to his small New York apartment.

"He sat in the corner and sang another song after he came back into the room."

"What do you mean came back into the room? Why did he leave in the first place?"

"He ran out crying after singing. He just…broke down. He literally collapsed in the hallway, and Finn carried him back into the choir room. He went and sat in the corner, all curled in on himself, singing a sad song," Sam explained with a sad sigh.

"Oh, god…What did he sing?"

"I'm not sure what the song was, I'd never heard it until then. But the chorus was like, 'come home, I've been waiting for you for so long' and 'the only fight I've ever known is you and me' or something like that. I don't know, try Googling the lyrics and see if you can find the song. Type in like 'come home' or whatever," Sam suggested.

Kurt walked in and kicked his shoes off, sitting on the couch and sighing. "Okay, well…can you just make sure he's okay?"

"Why don't you? I mean, call him or something. You both know you're dying without each other, and you'll end up together anyways. So what's the big deal? Fucking call him or something. Work this shit out," Sam said angrily.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "I can't just all of a sudden call him right now. He's having mental breakdowns, and he hasn't heard my voice in about a month. It'd probably just hurt him worse to hear me right now. You just don't understand, Sam," he said, hanging up and throwing his phone on the cushion next to him.

Blaine practically drug himself up to his bedroom after driving home from school. He slammed the door, not bothering to lock it because he was the only one home. He threw his bag into the corner of his room carelessly, throwing himself onto his bed. He stared at the ceiling, getting a headache from all the crying.

He stood up and walked to his adjoined bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. "No wonder Kurt broke up with you. He just used the distance as an excuse. You really are a disappointment. Why the fuck did he choose you in the first place? You're dumb as shit," He said to himself, gripping his shirt and all but ripping it from his body. He threw it in the floor, clenching his fists and talking to himself more.

"Look at you, how pathetic. You don't have the muscles like a guy that Kurt deserves. Maybe he's finally just realized what a piece of shit you are. You're a weak, dumb, worthless guy," he screamed.

He walked back into his bedroom and laid on his bed again. "What's the fucking point," he screamed, covering his face with his hands, "Why are you trying? He doesn't love you anymore."

Blaine knew he was lying to himself. Deep down, Blaine knew that Kurt really did love him. He just thought he didn't deserve it anymore. He felt as if Kurt was trying to move on without him. He couldn't handle the pain that came with thinking anymore. He walked back to his bathroom and started looking in the cabinet under the sink. He basically tore everything apart until he found what he was looking for. He'd put his razors far back in his cabinet last week, trying not to do it anymore. But he needed it now. He couldn't hold back any more. The pain of thinking was eating him alive.

He carried one razor back into his room, sitting down by the window, beside his bed. He opened the blinds to look outside, seeing rain beat on his window. He heard thunder crack, and lightning shoot across the dark sky. He looked at his bed, where he had left his phone. He looked back down at the razor in his hand, but proceeded to grab his phone.

He was over it. He was done with feeling the pain. He had to call Kurt. He had to know if Kurt was really done with him. It would determine if he was finished in life or not. Without Kurt, life wasn't worth living. When he had fallen in love with Kurt two years ago, he'd decided that he was born for Kurt. Without Kurt, there was nothing left for him here. His hands were shaking, and he was trying not to cry as he slowly dialed Kurt's number. He placed the phone to his ear, his heart pounding with every ring. He needed Kurt to answer now more than ever. He needed Kurt to save his life.

"Hello? Blaine?" Kurt said. He had actually answered, and Blaine couldn't help but cry at the sound of his voice. Blaine didn't say a word, instead he sang them. It was what he did when he didn't have words to say.

"If you were here beside me, instead of in New York, if the curve of you was curved on me

I'd tell you that I loved you, before I ever knew you, 'cause I loved the simple thought of you

If our hearts are never broken, then there's no joy in the mending, there's so much this hurt can teach us both"

Blaine let out a sob, and gasped for a breath as he sang shakily into the phone. He set the phone on the carpet next to him, putting it on speakerphone, and stared at the razor in his hand as he concentrated on spitting out the next verse.

"There's distance and there's silence, you words have never left me, they're the prayer that I say every day

Come on, come out, come here, come here, come on, come out, come here, come here

The long neon nights and the ache of the ocean, and the fire that started to spark

I miss it all from the love to the lightning, and the luck of it snaps me in two"

Kurt listened intently to Blaine's singing. He felt hot tears streaming down his face as he heard how truly broken Blaine sounded. He realized that this was Blaine's cry for help from him. He continued to listen intently, putting on his shoes. He listened to every word Blaine sang.

"If you were here beside me, instead of in New York, in the arms you said you'd never leave.

I'd tell you that it's simple, and it was only ever us, there is nowhere else that I belong

Come on, come out, come here, come here, come on, come out, come here, come here

The long neon nights and the ache of the ocean, and the fire that started to spark

I miss it all from the love to the lightning, and the luck of it snaps me in two

Just give me a sign, there's an end and a beginning to the quiet chaos driving me mad,"

Blaine let out another sob, placing the razor blade to his left wrist. He slowly drug the blade across his tanned skin, watching as blood started to slowly ooze out, just as he had when he cut his thighs and hip. Except this time, he had no intention of stopping the blood from escaping his body, and he intended on forcing more out. He had officially gone insane from the pain, and from over thinking things. He made another cut, emitting a small whine of pain as he opened his mouth to finish the song.

"The long neon nights and the warmth of the ocean, and the fire that is starting to go out…"

Blaine was crying hard, watching the two lines of blood on his wrist. He let out another loud sob before beginning to talk.

"I-I'm so sorry f-for not being enough. Y-you deserve s-so much m-more than I am. You're s-so beautiful, a-and strong, and I'm here, barely h-hanging on by a thin thread. I had to hear your voice, just one more t-time," Blaine choked on his words, coughing and sobbing.

Kurt was crying now, letting Blaine's words sink into his mind. "Blaine, stop, you're scaring me. What's going on?" he said, his voice cracking as he ran out of the apartment to his car. He drove as fast as he could, ignoring every traffic law known to man, to the nearest New York airport. He was right, Blaine was calling for help. He knew he had to get there fast, because from the sounds of it, Blaine needed him.

"I-I'm sorry Kurt, I-I know I shouldn't have c-called you, b-but I just need you. And you don't w-want me anymore, a-and I just can't do this anymore. I-I have to escape. W-without you, there's no point," Blaine sobbed, making a third cut, deeper this time, and watching more blood erupt from his body. He let out a shrill scream at the pain, and watched as drops of blood fell to the carpet, staining it.

Kurt arrived at the airport pretty quickly, and ran as fast as he could to the front desk. "I need a flight to Lima, Ohio now. Get me on the soonest one you have, this is an emergency," he said quickly at the lady.

"There's a plane about to leave in 5 minutes, but I don't think you'll make it," she told him, trying to give him a sympathized look.

"Give me a ticket, now, hurry," he screamed, pulling out his wallet and throwing money at the lady.

"Sir, you've given me too much money," she said quietly, handing him a ticket. She had a scared look on her face.

"Keep it," Kurt yelled as he snatched the ticket and ran for the plane. He pushed by every person, shoving some of them nearly to the ground, and not caring when they cursed at him.

"Blaine, please, just tell me you're okay. I'm coming, Blaine. As quick as I can, okay? Please," Kurt said, unsure of what exactly he was begging Blaine for.

Blaine made a fourth cut as Kurt talked, sobbing and screaming again. "I don't mean t-to be such a b-burden, K-Kurt," he whispered between sobs.

Kurt ran onto the plane, staring at the flight attendant. "I need this plane to get to Ohio as quick as it can, this is an emergency," he screamed, sitting down and staring at his lap.

"You're not a burden, Blaine, don't ever say that. Stop doing this to yourself. Wait, why are you screaming," Kurt sobbed as realization of the situation kicked him in the gut.

"I-I'm sorry," Blaine whispered, making a fifth cut on his arm with shaky hands. He watched as the blood fell to the carpet, crying into the phone. He dropped the razor for a second and dipped his fingertips into the blood on his skin. He stared at it before taking hold of the razor again.

Kurt sat in agony as the plane took off. He had a pretty good idea of what Blaine was doing, and if he didn't get there quick enough, Blaine might do something awful to himself. Just thinking about Blaine damaging his beautiful self in anyway made him want to throw up. "No, no I'm sorry. Just hold on, Blaine, please hold on. For me, just hold on," he repeated.

"What have I done?" Kurt thought to himself as he stared out the window and waited on the edge of his seat for Blaine to reply.