A/N: Hiiiiii *waves frantically* I hope you all are doing ok. Please enjoy this update. Feel free to review, follow, favorite, you know the drill. Thanks. :)
Warnings: Mentions of cutting...I think that's it. Lemme know if I forgot anything...
Chapter 7
"K-Kurt?"
Kurt sniffed and nodded his head, even though Mr. Optimistic couldn't see him. "I...I c-can't..."
"W-What happened? Talk to me." The voice said firmly, yet Kurt could tell his voice seemed caring.
"I...uhm, I s-slipped, I'm so sorry..." Kurt whispered, that numb feeling coming back, invading his body. He felt hollow. Empty, yet again. He wiped his face.
"What exactly do you mean you slipped, Kurt?" The voice asked, worried.
"I h-hurt my w-wrists...I-" Kurt started, scared Mr. Optimistic would hate him.
The voice on the other line cut off the troubled teen. "Oh god...Wait..."
Kurt paused, mouth open ready to keep talking. "W-What...?"
"Do you have a room mate?" The voice asked, but already knew who Kurt's room mate was. I know Jeff will help him. Where the HELL is Jeff?! Oh god...is he out with Nick?! Blaine took out his cell phone, ready to text.
"Y-Yeah...Jeff. H-His name is J-Jeff...Why?" Kurt stuttered, suddenly feeling small.
"I think you should talk to Jeff. Please? Couldn't he help?" Just say yes. I'm texting him as we speak...Blaine thought, his lips pressed into a thin line, waiting for Jeff's response.
Jeff: This better be an emergency, Blainers...
Blaine: Jeff, it IS an emergency! Kurt needs help. PLEASE? :(
Jeff: Wait. U know Kurt?! Why do U think he's N trouble, man? He told me he wasn't up 4 going out with us tonight. Told me he's going 2 bed early.
Blaine: He's crying. In the bathroom. Please, Jeff. Go to him.
Menwhile, Kurt was flailing his arms, freaking out. "No! no, h-he can't k-know what I d-did! He'd h-hate me! You d-don't understand!"
"Kurt...calm down, please. For me?" Blaine said calmly.
Kurt stopped abruptly.
"Good...Now please listen. He wouldn't hate you. No one hates you, Kurt. You are an amazing person, and I haven't even met you yet. Please give yourself some credit." Blaine stated honestly. His eyes widened as he remembered he just said 'I haven't even met you yet'. He facepalmed, and his phone buzzed quietly. He hoped Kurt didn't notice his slip up.
No such luck.
"M-Met me yet...What...?" Kurt asked, clearly confused.
"N-Never mind. See if you can get ahold of Jeff. Talk to him. I'm sure the guy is great, yeah? He'd listen?" Blaine said enthusiastically.
Kurt swallowed. "Uhm, s-sure, I guess...?"
Silence.
"Do you not like your new room mate, Kurt? How are you liking Dalton?" Blaine asked, keeping Kurt distracted as Jeff and Nick made their way over there.
"D-Dalton is actually..." Kurt trailed off, taking a deep breath as he played with the strings on his hoodie.
"Yeah?" Blaine gently pressed.
"P-Perfect. I feel like I belong here. Everyone is s-so nice to m-me..." Kurt smiled and choked out a sob, greatful for the change of subject.
"Really? That's amazing!" Mr. Optimisitc said excitedly.
Kurt nodded. "Y-Yeah, I like my classes...they're m-more challenging..." A pause. "But everyone here is m-more...accepting..." Kurt closed his eyes, trying to avoid his bandaged wrist.
"Kurt, I'm really happy for you. You should concentrate on school work. You have alot going for you, I can see it." Blaine said softly.
"H-How?"
"Trust me. I just know."
Suddenly, a loud bang on the bathroom door alerted Kurt, and he gasped. "Oh my..." He put a hand on his chest as he felt his heart beating a mile a minute.
"What? What happened?"
"I-I think Jeff is here..." Kurt mumbled, giving the door a dirty look, as if the DOOR betrayed him. "How...how did Jeff know...?" Kurt trailed off, bewildered.
"Kurt, man. Are you ok?" Came Jeff's concerned voice.
"I-I should let y-you go, Kurt. Talk to your room mate, see if he can help. G-Get some help, ok?" Blaine asked nervously, hoping Kurt didn't catch on.
Kurt hummed, his cyan eyes never leaving the door.
"Ok, great. Uh, I'll l-let you-" Blaine started.
"Wait! I..." Kurt started, then stopped himself. What was he trying to say? Who are you? Can't you just tell me your name? Can we meet somehow? I really like you...."N-Never mind...bye, Mr. Optimistic." Kurt whispered sadly.
"Bye, Kurt. T-Thanks for calling the Trevor Project..."
Kurt hung up, the boy's smooth and reassuring voice in his mind. "'M fine, Jeff...just using the bathroom..."
"Bullshit."
Kurt's eyes widened. What the hell is going on?! How does he know?!
"Kurt, please let me help you? Open the door." Jeff said softly, as he tapped the door.
Kurt sighed, and stood up, dusting his pajama pants off. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, to in fact, find both Jeff and Nick there.
Jeff's eyes trailed down to Kurt's wrist, and his face saddened. "Talk to me..." He said, as he grabbed Kurt to his bed for a long discussion.
xxxK&Bxxx
The next morning, Jeff watched Kurt with strict intentions. He was worried for his room mate. As he came out of the bathroom, a genuine smile was on his face as he saw that Kurt was dressed for the day. "You still up for having breakfast with us this morning?"
"Sure, it's not like I have anything else better to do..." Kurt muttered sarcastically.
Jeff's face fell. "I promise, you'll be ok, man. Trust me."
Trust me. Ok then...Kurt rolled his eyes, grabbed his books, and they headed downstairs to the breakfast area, Nick also in tow.
"Go get in line, we'll save you a spot at the table over there." Jeff said as he pointed to a nice vaccant table in the corner.
Kurt got in line, and picked out some fruit, wheat toast, and some orange juice. Spotting Niff right away, Kurt forced a smile, and headed towards the promised table. He sat down with a huff, and sat his tray down.
Kurt hesitantly began to eat, slowly, but eating nonetheless. As he popped a piece of banana in his mouth, his eyes drifted towards the line, and he immediately choked. Handsome man from the Lima Bean! Oh gosh oh gosh...look away so he doesn't notice your creepy oogling from afar...Kurt thought, and swallowed as he took in Dapper Boy's appearance and his heartfelt smiles next to his friends. Kurt couldn't not look away. Kurt ate slowly, watching this mysterious guy. He subconsciously licked his lips.
Jeff followed his gaze, and he cleared his throat, nudging Nick. Kurt didn't notice this; he was mesmerized by Mr. Dreamy. He rested his chin in the palm of his hand, and from across the table, Jeff smirked, knowingly.
"W-Who...who IS that...?" Kurt asked breathlessly, and his neck and cheeks turned a beet red.
"Oh! that's uh, that's Blaine Anderson. Uhm, he's my best friend! You haven't met him yet..." Jeff answered casually with a wave of his hand. Wait for it...wait for it...
THAT'S Blaine Anderson?! Jesus...he IS dreamy! Damn...Kurt sighed dreamily. He squeaked as he noticed BLAINE heading his way towards their table. OhgodBlaineAndersonisheadingtowardsourtableandIcantbreathohgod...
Kurt's eyes widened as Blaine sat down comfortably, as if he did this everyday. Kurt swallowed and Blaine smiled at Nick and Jeff. Finally, his hazel eyes settled on Kurt, and Kurt's breathing hitched.
"Kurt, this is Blaine Anderson, my best friend. Blaine, Kurt Hummel, my room mate..." Jeff smiled cheerfully, waiting. Wait for it...wait for it...
"H-Hi..." Kurt squeaked out, finally finding his voice. He cleared his throat.
"Hi, Kurt. Nice to FINALLY meet you..." Blaine said softly.
Kurt gasped and it clicked. The...the handsome boy from the Lima Bean is Blaine Anderson...whyyyyy does his voice sound fami-OH GOD! NO! No WAY!
"M-Mr. Optimistic?!"
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