After a few moments more, the blood was gone from Blaine's wrist. When Kurt looked down at it, he noticed that not only where the two cuts from today, but there were multiple scars. Some were small, from Blaine's nails, and other were longer, as if they were from a knife or something. The thought of Blaine being like this made Kurt's heart break into a thousand pieces that he was afraid he wouldn't be able to piece back together until he helped out his boyfriend. "About ten years ago, I made a friend named Tommy at summer camp," Blaine randomly stated. Kurt had no idea why he was saying this, but he just let him talk. He was two years older than me. I guess that I always knew that he was gay, but I never even thought twice about it. I just considered him another kid. He helped me out a lot at camp – helped me make friends and kind of come out of my shell because I didn't know a single person when I first got there. He was the first person to talk to me, to really even try to get to know me. I stuck to him like you would never imagine." Kurt looked at Blaine. His hands were trembling and his eyes were still glistening with tears. "Over the years, we got closer and closer. We always kept in contact with each other. He was the first person I ever came out to. I remember that hanging out with him was always hard, because my father didn't want "somebody like him", as he would say, around me. He thought he would rub off on me or something stupid, and when I had finally gotten the courage to come out to my father, he was so angry, especially at Tommy. I remember the night when he called his house and yelled at his parents for raising their son to be that way. I remember Tommy calling me the next day, telling me of the things his dad had done to him, because his parents hadn't known until my father had told them. I remember telling my dad that he couldn't yell at Tommy's parents for raising him that way, and that it wasn't a choice. I remember that that was the night that I came out to my father. I remember how upset he was with me and I remember the pain, mentally and physically, that he made me feel." Blaine paused for a brief moment. "He's never been the same since before that night." Kurt blinked away a few tears. His father had been so supportive and understanding when he had come out to him. He couldn't imagine what it would be like living with somebody who didn't support him. "Blaine, I'm sorry – really." Blaine sighed and let out a small laugh that was so wrong to be in this moment. "Yeah… Tommy was the best friend that I ever had." It was during this sentence that Kurt's head perked up, for he had just begun to notice the frequent past tense that Blaine had been using to describe Tommy. "Blaine, do you still talk to Tommy?" He asked quietly, gripping Blaine's hands tighter in his own. Blaine abandoned his calm tone and burst into full-on sobbing. "Oh, Kurt…" he choked out between gasps. "Today… is the one month anniversary of his suicide." Kurt couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He could only think of what he had just been told. "Kurt, he was the person that I turned to for everything. We never had a romantic relationship, but we didn't need that. He got me through so much and without him… I just feel lost." Kurt had no idea what to say to this. How could he possibly help when he had absolutely no idea what he would do if he were in the same situation? What if the person that he needed most just left him alone to deal with the world? Kurt opened his mouth, waiting for the rights words to come out, but he doubted that they ever would. "I don't know, Kurt. I need him, badly, and don't get me wrong. You are a wonderful boyfriend, perhaps the best that I've ever had, but… I miss Tommy so much that it hurts. I just can't believe that he did this to me. I'm terrified of what's going to happen. My parents found out, and I actually heard my father mumble "good riddance". I mean… what am I supposed to do?" He stood up and turned away from Kurt. "I blame myself, too. It was my father who started it all. I could've tried harder to stop him. I could've taken the beating that came with that. I still would've felt better than this because I would've had my best friend with me, still." Blaine knees gave out and he fell onto the floor. "A lot of the time, I feel like I just want to follow his path so that I can see him again." Kurt jumped off of the bed and to his side, wrapping his arms around his broken boyfriend. "Blaine, I'm so, so sorry. I'm here for you, you know that. I cannot possibly try to imagine what you are going through, but I want to help as much as possible. I… I love you." Blaine reached up to grip Kurt's arms. "I love you, too, Kurt. I just wish that I could be better for you because you deserve it." Kurt came around to Blaine's front. "No, Blaine, you are all I could possibly ask for. You helped me through a hard part of high school, and I want to help you through this. I know that they don't compare at all, but… I still want to try." They wrapped their arms around each other again and embraced for what seemed like the rest of the evening.
