Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters; I don't own this beautiful story either. All credits go to genius PykaL, I'm just translating.

Chapter 4

The office hadn't change much since he saw it for the first time. Luckily for both Anderson, it wasn't very common being at the same place.

His father… his boss, was sitting on his desk while he held what it seemed to be the day's newspaper; he didn't turn to look at him when he opened the door and neither did he when he reached to the desk.

"Did you call me?" Blaine asked him with a light fear in his voice.

His father left the newspaper on the desk strongly and he looked at him with a grimace of discomfort and repulsion. "What is that thing about you missing yesterday? Who did you ask permission to?"

"I was sick, according to the regulation I can miss if I'm sick. I'm in my total right of doing so," he said trying to not show any sign of fear or awkwardness.

"Don't try to pretend you're smart with me, Blaine! If you're working here is just because I took the liberty of helping you. You would be in the street if it wasn't for me," he said with arrogance.

"Did you call me just to tell me that? I already told you I was sick, I have a lot of work to do so if you don't care, I'm going to do it."

"Shut your mouth up ungrateful!" His father yelled annoyed. "I called you for something more important than your labor missing and your ineptitude to do your job," his father said standing up. "The dinner with the Fabray is tomorrow, I need you to be there at nine. I suppose you have a suit, don't you?"

Blaine looked at him confused and, more than anything, annoyed. "I have a suit but I'm not planning on wearing it because I'm not planning on going to that ridiculous dinner."

"I think you didn't hear me," his father said coldly. "If I say you're going is because you ARE going. Russell is interested on finding someone for his daughter, what a better way of joining the two families together. At least that way you won't cause me embarrassment."

"Did you forget I'm gay?" Blaine asked angry.

Harold Anderson's face transformed in matter of seconds. If Blaine thought his father couldn't show him more contempt, he knew in that moment he was wrong.

"Are you still thinking that stupidity?! Haven't you got over High School? God Blaine, you are a grown up! You're not a kid anymore! Behave like one and stop begging for attention."

"I'm not asking for attention! I never have! This is who I am, I've always been like this and I'll always be," Blaine said enraged. "I've never had your attention and I've never wanted it. This is what I am. The way I am!"

"What you are? You are an embarrassment I'm giving you the opportunity for you to straight your life up! To be someone decent! How dare you to come here to tell me about your perversions?" His father yelled. "I've told you Blaine, you ARE going and you'll spend all night making Russell's daughter fall in love with you, you are not going to put me to shame."

"You can't—"

"I can and I will! Don't forget that I'm not only your father, I'm your boss and I can kick you out if I want to and no one, listen, NO ONE will hire you ever," he said pointing at him. "Do you forget I control all of your money?"

"I don't want your money," Blaine said hoarsely. "I never will."

"It's better for you to accept it, you know? There is at least one girl that's interested in you. Who else could be interested in you? Look at you, you are a poor, lazy accountant who doesn't do his work right. I'm doing you a favor, no man…" he said making a disgusting grin. "… be smart, fix your life and stop being the pathetic and insignificant man you are."

Blaine was biting his check so hard that he could feel the blood. He was squeezing his hands so hardly trying not to shake. He was dying to yell so many things to that man, but he couldn't; he controlled him.

"I'll ask you again: do you have a suit for tomorrow?"

"…Yes," Blaine said hoarsely.

"Perfect, arrive early… Now go to work and please try to do it right, I'm not paying to do that mediocre job you're doing. Seriously, it's so good most people here don't know you're my son, you're an embarrassment."

Blaine left the office quickly, when he arrived to his cubicle he was beyond mad; all he did was remind him how useless he was. He had never worked more in one day.

He didn't receive texts from Kurt that day… he didn't send them either.

Once again, he spent the night with a bottle in his hand, it was the only way to forget about everything. And he made it that night; he forgot about his father's words, he forgot about the hate he felt towards his father and himself.

But he didn't forget about Kurt.

Once again, he kept waiting for a call that never came.

One again he fell asleep with the razor in his hands.

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The voices made him tired, the fake laugh from people there was awful, he was sure his face didn't show how much he didn't want to be there, no one talked to him and, honestly, he didn't want to anyone either.

The Fabrays were a rich family like his, they were the typical happy American family, a happy housewife, a working man and two beautiful daughters. That was what they showed, Blaine was sure that Russell Fabray was a man with violence tendencies and one or two lovers somewhere. Judy Fabray was an alcoholic who had made a fool out of herself more than once. Christina, the older daughter, got pregnant thanks to a simple worker who now was a director in one of her father's companies because of the evident marriage, he was a skinny gutless man named Mark.

But as for the youngest daughter, Quinn, Blaine had no clue about her. He knew she was beautiful, he admitted it; he bet she had more than one person to her feet. She was successful and she looked pretty friendly, she'd be the ideal partner to anyone.

But not for him.

Quinn sat next to him, she never looked at him, she never touched him or even smiled at him. Blaine was nothing but an ornament to her. She spent the entire time talking to her sister about fashion or something else; she never gave signs that Blaine existed.

Past the night, Quinn stood up and went to a room next door, his father reached out without hesitating when he saw the chance.

"What do you think you're doing, boy?" He whispered clearly annoyed. "You're an idiot for making a fool of myself in that way!"

"I haven't done anything!" Blaine said trying not to yell.

"That's the problem! You're there sited like an asshole having the most beautiful girl in this room sited next to you… and you don't do anything!"

"I should remind you I didn't want to come, I came because you made me. What else do you want from me?"

"There are so many things I want from you, Blaine, but in order for them to come true you need to be born again. The only thing I want is that tonight you stop being the embarrassment you are!" He said grabbing him strongly and discretely by the arm. "Now, I want you to go after that girl and show her that you are least a little bit worth it."

His father left leaving Blaine breathing heavily. How could his father make him react that way after so much time? Why after hearing the same words all those years they still hurt the same or even more than before? He was tired of not being enough.

He was tired of being Blaine Anderson.

He left the room, apparently Quinn went to the yard, that was where he found her; a few feet away with a cigarette in her hand.

"My parents don't like me to smoke, you know? Apparently it's not a proper habit for a lady," she said without turning around to look at him.

"No. Well-"

"But I don't care what my parents think," she interrupted him. "What are you doing here?" She asked him looking at him with an intense look.

"I-I wanted to know if you're okay."

"That's not what I was asking. What are you doing here?" She said firmly. "It's more than obvious you don't want to be in this place and still you've been through all these hours."

Blaine looked at her with his mouth open. That woman looked like someone gone out from a movie; elegant and beautiful with a pearl dress so delicate and feminine. However, her words, her behavior and her look said clearly that she was someone who should be taken seriously. He had never met a woman with such and imposing personality.

"My father wanted me to come," he said.

"You father?!" The girl asked openly making fun of him. "Do you still do everything your daddy tells you? You're pathetic!"

"Your father wanted you to be with me tonight too," Blaine said defensibly; now mad.

"Do you think I am coming to a dinner like this one to spend my time next to YOU?" She said laughing coldly. "Do you think I'd waste my time by dating someone like you?"

"I don't want to date you," Blaine said staring at her mad.

"Of course," she said with the same grin. "You're not interested in women; you're a faggot like many others."

"I'm not going to let you offend me!"

"Or what? Are you going to hit me? Are you going to go crying with your dad?... I do whatever I want to do Blaine, I don't give explanations to you or to anyone." She said turning around. "Now, could you leave me alone? I want to rest from your presence for at least a moment."

Blaine left the yard to full speed, he didn't even think about coming back to the party, the only thing he wanted to do was leave.

The streets were dessert, the only thing you could see at that time were criminals or people selling themselves on the corners. He was so pathetic and invisible that no one paid attention to him.

He took a taxi to his apartment stopping a few blocks before in a little liquor store that was opened all night; he was already a client there.

The bottle had been empty a quarter of its content when he arrived to his apartment, he took his clothes off without caring, he just drank and drank.

Hours later he took his cell phone.

There wasn't much left to do, he just needed a call.

"Blaine?"

His tired and confused voice was heard almost immediately.

"You answered… you said you'd be there for me…"

"Blaine, are you drunk? Where are you?"

"I'm tired Kurt… I need you. Why aren't you here? Why? Come here, Kurt, come!"

"I'm on my way Blaine, just wait for me there and don't drink anymore, okay? Just wait for me." His voice sounded agitated.

He heard noises in the other line, Kurt was talking to someone, someone was screaming madly. Where was Kurt? Who was that person?

"I'm tired Kurt," Blaine told him. "And everything looks so red… so red."

"What did you do Blaine?!... Blaine?... BLAINE?!"

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He was floating, he felt his body didn't belong to him; he was so tired, he heard his name over and over again. Somebody was touching him, was caressing him, he felt the sensation of the water on his skin so soft.

Where was he?

It was so heavy to open his eyes. Why did it hurt so much to do it? Why was it so heavy? He felt he took all the effort in the world just to open his eyes.

He recognize his room, someone was talking to him softly, was playing with his hair, he could only see he blue color.

Why was he crying? Why was he so tired?

Once again, he lost knowledge.

His head was hurting intensely. What the hell happened? Where was he?

He felt a flannel on his forehead and opened his eyes quickly giving a hurtful scream.

"Easy, don't move much," he heard.

Once again he opened his eyes and turned right where Kurt was; who was looking at him with a little smile.

"Kurt?" He asked confused. Why did he feel so bad? Why was the boy there? He couldn't even think; his head was almost exploiting and the needs to throw up were huge. "What are you doing here?"

"Try to rest," he said with a smile. "Try to drink this, okay? It'll help you with the pain."

With difficulty, Blaine could take the two pills; he was so tired the only thing he wanted to do was sleep.

By the third time he woke up he could think about things much more clearly. He realized he wasn't in his room; he was lying on the couch. From there he could see Kurt in the kitchen preparing something to eat.

The smell opened his appetite.

"Is my sleepy head already awake?" Kurt asked from the kitchen. "I made you some soup, you can eat some as soon as it's ready."

Kurt left the kitchen and reached out to him to sit right in front of him. Blaine noticed that one of the chairs of the dining room was taken to the couch; it seemed that Kurt was sited there much because of the blanket there… did he sleep on the chair?

"What are you doing here?" He muttered.

"You called me last night on the phone," he told him with a little sad smile. "You were pretty drunk and I couldn't leave you alone… and I didn't."

Blaine made a sad sigh and put his hands on his face. "Last night was terrible, I was just thinking about ending with everything."

"And you did… at least you tried," Kurt said seriously.

Blaine opened his eyes and noticed for the first time his wrists; they were both covered in gauzes glued to the other with masking-tape.

"I had to improvise," Kurt said with a little humor. "You don't have a very good first aid kit… luckily enough there wasn't serious injury. You just cut yourself a little deep but you didn't get to the important veins."

Blaine left out a humorless laugh when he saw his wrists. "I'm not even good to take away my own life."

"Don't say that," Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and looked at him. The kid had tears in his eyes and was staring at him intensely. "Blaine, you are an amazing person; if you just give yourself the opportunity to believe that… your life is worth it a lot."

"I suck! My life sucks! Do you really think this is a life worth living? Living this life?" Blaine asked him, his voice was full of sadness and self hate.

"Don't you realize how lucky you are by just being alive?! If you don't like the way your life is, change it! Make the needed changes to make your life a life YOU want! But please… don't give up."

Blaine was quiet by looking at Kurt's eyes full of tears; without thinking it twice he stood up to go with him. The kid saw him confused for a few seconds but Blaine didn't care.

He approached and hugged him.

"Don't you ever do something like that again," he heard Kurt saying. "You can call me when you feel bad, I'll cheer you up! I'm good at that, you know? I was a clown in many child parties."

Blaine laughed and released Kurt. They both had a smile on their lips.

"You as a clown… it's not so hard to imagine," Blaine said.

"You better don't be teasing me," Kurt told him crossing his arms.

"Wait…" Blaine said looking at him and trying not to laugh. "Did you come to my house wearing Sponge Bob pajamas?"

"What's wrong with it? It's not like someone would criticize me at four in the morning, besides I like them. What's wrong about going out to the street in them?"

"You didn't come walking here, did you?" Blaine asked scared of the answer.

"Of course not! Not even I am that crazy to walk around at that hour," Kurt said. "The taxi driver was so charmed by my pajamas that he even made a discount."

"Suuuuure, I'm sure he was thinking of Sponge Bob," Blaine said laughing.

"Hey! Let me tell you that Sponge Bob is the latest fashion in Paris. You're jealous of my amazing pajamas," Kurt said modeling the awful yellow and blue outfit.

"Of course, I'm dying for one," Blaine said with sarcasm.

"Don't worry," Kurt said with a smile. "I'll buy one for you," he said before walking to the kitchen.

Blaine laughed and followed him, he knew the kid would.

"You'll talk to me, right?" Kurt asked him when they both sat down to the table to eat. "I want to worry a little less about you."

"There's nothing to worry about… but yes... I'll call you."

Kurt's smile lit up his face. It seemed like the kid had found the biggest chocolate bar ever.

"Where were you?" Blaine asked all of a sudden.

The kid stopped eating and turned to look at Blaine confused. He knew what he was talking about. Blaine was dying to ask; it was the only thing he thought about since he saw him.

"I'm sorry?"

"I haven't known about you in days and you suddenly come here… how the hell did you get in my apartment?"

"Oh, that was easy! I borrowed your spare key," the kid said smiling.

"What? When?"

"Weeks ago!" Kurt said like if he were talking about the weather. "It was there all alone and without use… I had to do something about it."

"Of course, and steal it was the best option. Every time you make me question our friendship even more," Blaine said trying to sound angry.

"Well, at least now you admit it's a friendship," Kurt said smiling. "Who would've thought it would only a night of alcohol and vomit?"

"I threw up?" Blaine said surprised and blushed.

"You did… you filled almost an entire bucket."

Blaine made an embarrassed moan; he wanted to be swallowed by the floor in that moment. "I'm so sorry, you shouldn't have done anything for me."

"It was nothing," Kurt said with a smile. "I've been through worse."

Blaine sighed for a few seconds trying not to feel so embarrassed.

"You still don't tell me where you were," Blaine said. "Don't try to change the topic."

"I'm not changing anything!" The kid said pretending to be offended. "I've been busy lately… even if you don't believe it, my life doesn't go round you."

"So you're stalking somebody else? You're cheating on me with somebody else!"

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "You're a fool, but if you miss me that much I'll try to call you at 3 a.m. more often."

"Well… as long as you don't suddenly disappear."

Blaine saw Kurt getting a little tense but he smiled at him. "I can't promise that but I'll try."

Blaine saw him for a few seconds; the kid was pale, haggard and looked so exhausted. It seemed like who had a rough night was him.

"You look tired," Blaine said softly.

"Well, I spent the night taking care of a suicide drunk, what were you expecting?" Kurt said with a little smile.

"You look like you haven't slept in days," Blaine said with worried tone.

"I'm fine, you just see it that way because I'm pretty white and everything looks exaggerated in me," Kurt said shrugging.

"You know? I remember something from yesterday…"

"What?" Kurt asked confused.

"When I called you, you were talking to someone, I'm sure… do you have a boyfriend?" He asked with curiosity.

It was just that; pure curiosity.

Kurt's eyes showed confusion for a few seconds until they were wide open with a little amusement.

"Boyfriend? Ha! Not at all… I don't need a boyfriend," he said smiling. "That was David, my roommate." He said with a smile.

"He sounded angry… pretty angry."

"You were totally drunk last night, and the only thing you remember is that phone call?" Kurt asked slightly laughing. "David just cares about me… he didn't agree on me going out at that hour, can you blame him? It was pretty late."

Blaine felt that it was pretty acceptable his friend cares about him; however, something told him that there was something else. His voice tone heard more like violent angry… maybe he shouldn't trust that criterion; when he was totally alcoholic when he heard that.

Maybe it just happened in his imagination.

"Oh, tomorrow there's this art exposition downtown!" Kurt said excited a few hours later. "Can we go? Do you imagine? See the paintings, pretend you understand them and give the strangest points of view to people who're there. 'Oh, look. It's an apple painting'", he said imitating the voice of what appeared to be and old woman, "'Yes… I think the author is explaining us the dichotomy of war and peace with an image that represents his childhood'", he said now imitating the voice of an elderly man.

"You're insane," Blaine said looking at him confused.

"Hey! It sounds fun. Come on, we can pretend we're high society people."

"I doubt a lot that you can look like a high society person."

"Hey!" Kurt said offended. "Even if you don't believe it; I have an excellent taste in fashion."

"I'm sorry if I don't believe it, that Sponge Bob pajama isn't flattering you."

Kurt laughed and his phone rang. Apparently he had a text. "I have to go, I got to go shopping with Dave," he said standing up. "Shall I pass in the morning to pick you up?"

"Did you forget I work tomorrow? I'm getting myself into a lot of troubles just because I missed once. They'd fire me if I did it again."

"And?" Kurt asked confused.

"What do you mean 'and'? I'd be without a job!"

"And? You hate your job, they'd be doing you a favor," Kurt said; clearly he thought there was nothing wrong with it.

"I do hate it but that doesn't mean I want to be jobless," Blaine said madly.

"There are more jobs in the world. Why would you do something you hate every day? It's never too late to change your life," Kurt said before walking through the door.

"Wait!" Blaine yelled making him come back quickly.

"What?"

"Are you going to leave in pajamas? It's five o'clock in the afternoon!"

Kurt laughed and shrugged. "It's never too late to show people how incredibly good Sponge Bob pajamas are!"

Blaine saw him leave with a smile and with the same confused feeling he had left every time he talked with the kid.

All night he was thinking about him… but most of all, about his words.

'It's never too late to change your life'.

Could he be right? Could he change?

Author's note:

Here's one more chapter.

A million thank yous for your reviews so far, they're wonderful.

I know you wanna know a little bit more about Kurt but that will still be a mystery for a few more chapters. Don't worry, sooner or later everything will come up to light.

See you in the next chapter.

Translator's note:

I have pretty much nothing to say but… who else died on Thursday? I've been dead since, if I thought I hated Ryan before I was so wrong, I love him so much now! I swear I woke up the next day thinking it'd been a dream but luckily it wasn't! It was amazing, the picnic, the song, the kiss, the proposal, THE SPEECH, the kiss... the ring! It was perfection.

I know I said I'd update every three days or so but like I said before, school's been a bitch so from today on I'll do it every weekend, what do you guys think? Sorry if it has any mistakes, I was translating it quickly and I didn't have much time to check.

Thank you to those following the story, labeling it as favorite, and reviewing it, means a lot to me. Let me know what you thought of this chapter and we'll see each other soon. :3