A/N: I'm so sorry for letting you guys wait this long! Not that i'm surprised or anything... There are stories of mine that I haven't updated for months. I hope that is not gonna happen with this story!

Anyway thank you for the reviews and an even bigger thank you to those who actually made some sort of rhyme for Blaine. I really did not expect to get one. i won't use them in this chapter, but in the one chapter where Blaine survives. So please keep writing them?! Anyway is there a person you prefer to have written your rhyme? If so, please let me know in whatever way you like... And if you're one of those anon people on tumblr please let me know which one you are! Okay this is way too long. I'm sorry.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

"Hi I'm Blaine and I'm new here and I was wondering..."

"Don't talk to me."

He didn't answer and Blaine now knows why. The harassing, he didn't want Blaine to have the same school life as he had, but Blaine did and it was worth it.

"Reens has a new friend?"

Blaine remembers turning around and facing the group of people that will be his worst enemies in less than a week. Because of them he'll end up in an hospital. Because of them his to be soon best friend will die. And because of them he was raped today.

No.

That wasn't completely their fault, Blaine knows that.

"I…- uhm…" Blaine stuttered quietly and unsure of what to do. When he turned around he saw the boy who told Blaine not to talk to him almost in tears and Blaine couldn't help but wonder why. At least those years ago, because now he understands. He really does. Blaine cried too. Not that first day, but later.

He cried when they beated the crap out of him when Blaine had to work on a paper late at school. He cried when they pushed him of the stairs. He cried when they pushed Jack (Reens) of the stairs and he ended up in an hospital.

He cried every morning, because he knew he had to go back to that school. Every day Blaine wondered if this place was hell. That he died after he finished middle school and ended up in hell, the place he deserved to be, but every day he wondered why.

Blaine remembered those boys leaving, all with the same smile on their faces. He knew something was behind that smile, but he didn't want to think it through right then, but right now he wished he did.

Blaine was still sleeping on Kurt's lap, silently snoring while Kurt was stroking softly in his hair. Blaine looked calm on the outside, but he was freaking out on the inside. Not that Kurt will notice. Blaine has always been good at hiding stuff even when he knows that he can tell Kurt everything. Kurt will never judge him for anything. No one will. His parents won't. His friends won't. Only those bastards on his old school.

"You're sure you wanna go?" Jack asked nervously. He was sitting on his bed, watching his friend, best friend, curiously as he was getting dressed. Not in normal clothes though. This evening Blaine and Jack where going to the Sadie Hawkins dance.

"Yeah of course! Why not?" Blaine answered excitedly.

"Well… we're both boys."

"Yeah…"

"I'm not sure if… -"

"Come on Jack it will be fun. And if not we can go home early." Blaine comforted his friend. Jack nodded his head.

That night they did leave early.

They waited outside until Mr. Reens was going to pick them up.

They waited half an hour, but he didn't come.

They waited another minute until they heard footsteps.

They should've run immediately, but they didn't. They didn't move one bit. They only stared at the group of people who were coming their way. They both didn't know what to do.

It hurted, but that wasn't the worst thing.

The worst thing was that they were hopeless. They couldn't do anything to make it stop. They only could wait until Mr. Reens was going to show up to pick them up or to wait until they would stop because it started to get boring.

It didn't get boring though until Blaine's best friend stopped breathing.

Blaine saw how one of the big guys stabbed his friend into his back with a knife.

Once.

Twice.

Trice.

Jack was screaming Blaine's name and there was nothing Blaine could do except for watching his friend being stabbed with a knife. Jack fell down on the ground and in the same moment Blaine was getting sleepier And weaker. He almost stopped to feel those fists against his nose, cheek or stomach.

Why did he convinced his friend to come with him?

Why didn't he listen?

It only took a few more hits until Blaine passed out too. He didn't even feel the boys tearing open his shirt and writing something on his chest.

But he did see it.

You're next

Blaine didn't move. Blaine didn't panic. Blaine was silently asleep, but Kurt was freaking out. When he was really sure that Blaine was asleep and wouldn't wake up any time soon he pushed him of his lap and stood up. He looked back once before he made his way downstairs.

Unfortunately Blaine did notice how Kurt moved him and he did notice when Kurt left the bed, but he didn't open his eyes. He pretended to be asleep. He wanted Kurt to leave, because he wanted to be alone. He doesn't want others to care. He doesn't want people to pity him. He want to sleep and never wake up. He want it to be quiet in his head and there is only one way to make that happen.

Blaine waited a few minutes before he stood up too and walked out of the room. Silently making his way to the bathroom.

When Kurt finally walked down the stairs and made his way into the livingroom he found Burt, Finn and also Carole sitting there next to each other. It was obvious that they were dicussing something before Kurt walked in and stopped as soon as they heard him, but Kurt didn't care about that. There were much more inportant things going on right now.

Kurt stood there, watching the others, without making another movement.

"How is Blaine?" Burt knew that it was kind of stupid question, but he also knew that Kurt needed to talk about these things.

"Sleeping." Kurt simply answered, but this wasn't enough.

"Has he told you what happened?" Kurt nodded his head and this was the moment he completely broke down. Without any warning he felt down on his knees and burried his face into his own hands.

Burt immediately stood up and kneeled down beside his son.

"Kurt, you need to talk about this. What did he tell you?" Kurt was silent for a while, but after a few minutes he started to tell Blaine's story. At least what he knows of it.

"He told me about... About the ra-rape. He said he was sorry. He said he cheated and I was mad, but it was not his fault. He didn't want to, but... But I didn't know." Kurt sobbed.

"Did he tell you anything else?" Carole asked this time, but Kurt shook his head.

"We laid down. He was tired and fell asleep. I did not want to push him in telling me so I didn't." Carole nodded understandably and told Kurt that he did the right thing.

"Do you know anything about Mr. Reens?" Kurt was shocked when he heard that name, because he'd heard of it. Blaine had told him about him after having another nightmere about the dance. This happened a while back though. Blaine has been nightmere free for a while now, but Kurt is not so sure how long that's going to last.

"Why?"

"That was the name of the guy who... You know..." Finn explained.

"Yes. I have heard of him. He, Jack and Blaine go way back."

"Jack?"

"Mr. Reens' son." Kurt answered. "They do not share the best and happiest memories together, but I never expected that he would do that. Not that I actually know the guy. Blaine... He told me that Mr. Reens blames him for the fact that his son died a few years ago... Stupid right?" Kurt was impressed by the amount of words he could actually get out of his mouth. When he walked down the stairs he was planning on not saying a single thing, but now he could not seem to shut up.

Probably because of the emotions he is feeling right now.

Finn was going to ask more, but he is not sure if he really wants to know all the answers. When he was in the car with Blaine an hour ago, a lot of questions were spinning through his head, but he did not ask them because he was pretty sure that Blaine did not actually feel like talking. And now that he finally can ask them he has his doubts.

"Kurt? Is he in any pain? I mean he has to go to an hospital anyway, but if he is in pain it is maybe better if we wake him up now." Carole said sweetly and in some way even calmly. Carole always knew how to act in this kind of situations, but this kind of situations weren't supposed to happen in her family.

"I don't think he is hurt in that way. Maybe a little, but I think it is better if we let him sleep. He looked really peaceful and I don't want to bring him back to this." Kurt answered.

"Okay no hospital tonight, but he has to go tomorrow." Burt said and Kurt understood. Blaine had to go to a hospital and Kurt was really sure that he was not going to like that. "We called his parents. They will try to catch the first flight they can, but they won't be here before tomorrow."

Kurt simply nodded, knowing that he could do nothing about that.

If he could, he would.

"It's been a while since I last laid eyes on you, Anderson. You, what should I say? Changed. In a good way."

Silence.

"A very good way."

Blaine was sitting on the gound in the bathroom. He could hear everyone talking downstairs, obviously not trying to be quiet.

He didn't move.

"Come a little bit closer."

Blaine had a razor blade in his right hand. He didn't do anything with it. He simply stared at the small piece in his hand. It may be small, but it can have a huge effect if he used it on the right places.

Blaine shouldn't know this. Why did he know at what place he has to use it to lose more blood and the amount of pressure he has to give to end his life.

That is right. This is not the first time he thought about it. The last time he did not actually do it though.

"He didn't want to go with you. He knew it wasn't safe. But you were so happy he said yes to you in the first place. He hadn't thought it through right then, but after he said yes he couldn't go back. You kept telling him how excited you were. You…"

It was his fault.

Blaine rolled up his sleeve, exposing the light skin of his left arm. He slowly brought the razor blades to his arm and cut one single cut on the exposed skin. He closed his eyes and bit on his lip to stop himself from crying too loud.

The pain in his arm was bearable and this one cut didn't stop the thought, who were killing him on the inside.

"You're lucky you turned out so hot, babe. It's the only reason you're still alive."

Another cut. And soon followed another one.

With the forefinger on his right hand he streeled over the blood that was slowly dripping over his arms and then on his lap or on the ground.

He stood up and wrote three words on the door with the blood on his fingers.

I love you

Blaine was shaking on his legs and quickly sat back down. He could not fall. They would hear that downstairs.

"You're so sexy with my cock in your hand."

But Blaine did not want that thing in his hands.

"Babe, you're going to feel so tight around me. It's going to feel so good."

No.

Don't.

Why didn't he stop him? Why did he let him do this?

Blaine pressed the razor back against his flesh, this time a little bit harder. He has to hurry. It takes him way too much time.

It is not that he wants to die. He wants to forget. He wants to forget about the pain inside and it didn't matter how much Kurt is going to try to help him with that. Blaine will never forget.

It is too much.

Blaine wasn't even crying anymore. He did not have the strength to sob. It hurted too much.

Blaine has always been this confident and strong boy, but tonight he isn't.

A few more cuts were drawn in his arm. He kept cutting until both his arms were a bloody mess and he fell down on the ground.

Blaine was lying on the ground and he could hear footsteps approaching him and he could hear someone opening a door. Probably Kurt's room.

"Blaine?" It was Burt, but Blaine was too weak to make a sound. He closed his eyes and passed out finally freed of this nightmere.

When Burt didn't see Blaine in Kurt's room he immediately ran to the bathroom door. He really wished that his thoughts were wrong, but he had this strong feeling that Blaine was in that room doing-...

He tried to open the door, but it was locked.

"Blaine!"

A/N: This story is really the most blangsty fic I've ever written. Wow. Tell me what you thought maybe? And I hope the next chapters are up a little bit sooner. Only two more to go. The next one is the one were Blaine won't make it. Decide for yourself if you want to read it or not.

I've written all of this on my Ipad so I'm sorry ifthere are any weird mistakes... Grammar mistakes are all mine though XD.

Xxx Crissingirl123