A/N:

Hey everybody, I have a few apologies.

First, sorry for ending it on such a cliffhanger. :)

Second, if it confused anybody, I'm sorry, I hope it will make sense when you read this chapter.

Third, sorry for resolving the cliffhanger in the most clichéd and cheesy way…

Enjoy. :D

Rory woke with a start, thrashing around on his bed. It took him a moment to understand what had just happened. That was one of the scariest dreams he had ever had. It scared him that he had dreamt about such a thing as suicide. Sure he had briefly thought about it before, but he had never seriously considered it. He knew that he was feeling depressed, but to have dreams about suicide was new and terrifying.

He lay there for a long time until his alarm went off, thinking over what the dream meant. When he did get up he wasn't even able to eat. He was silent on the ride to school and walked through the corridors at a slow pace until he finally rounded the corner towards his own locker. He was surprised to see Blaine leaning against it. The sight of Blaine arms, which were currently wrapped around his first period textbook, made Rory desire nothing more than to be wrapped in them now, surrounded by the feeling of safety that he usually felt. It was the only place where he had felt totally safe in a long time and all he needed now was that feeling.

Blaine looked up and noticed Rory coming down the hallway. He raised a hand and gave an enthusiastic wave. Rory tried to smile back, but he couldn't. Blaine stood up off Rory's locker when Rory finally reached him and greeted him with a 'good morning'. Rory couldn't hold back anymore, he dropped his bag and drove himself onto Blaine, wrapping his arms around Blaine and burying his face in his neck, starting to cry. Blaine was slightly taken aback, but returned the hug, noticing the stares from other students who were in the corridor.

"Rory, what's wrong?" he asked quietly, not caring what any of the other students thought.

"I'm so scared." Rory whispered almost inaudibly before letting out a sob.

Blaine patted the boys head soothingly.

"What do you mean you're scared? Is somebody threatening you? Are you scared of somebody?" Blaine asked trying to understand.

Rory nodded, his face still buried in Blaine's neck, his crying subsiding.

"Who? Who is it?"

Rory took a deep breath before uttering, "I'm scared of…myself. And what I might do."

Blaine grasped Rory's shoulders and pushed him backwards so that he could look into his face. It broke his heart to see Rory's face like this. His normally bright blue eyes were a much darker shade and filled with fear. His tears had left water trails down his cheeks. His mouth was still quivering, as if he were holding back sobs.

Rory already felt a little better now that he had told somebody. He was proud of himself for speaking up and seeking help. He had gone all his life without seeking help for any of his problems because he had always been afraid of how others would react or that they would turn their backs on him. But for whatever reason, he trusted Blaine and knew that he could help him.

Blaine could hear whispering all around them and could feel many pairs of eyes locked onto him and Rory. He picked Rory's bag up off the floor, took his hand and walked out of the corridor, through the next one and stopped at his own locker. He undid the lock, put away his books and grabbed his bag before slamming the door shut. He then recaptured Rory's hand and led him out the front door and around into the car park.

"Where are we going? What about class? First period starts any minute now." Rory asked.

Blaine stopped and faced Rory, taking his other hand in his, and said, "Rory, I care much more about my friend's wellbeing than my attendance record."

Rory smiled lightly as Blaine pulled him in for another hug. It was only a short embrace, but it assured Rory that Blaine really did want to help him.

Blaine led Rory to his car and opened the passenger door for him. Rory got in and watched as Blaine rounded the car and got in the driver's seat, turned on the engine and began to back out of the parking spot. Once they were out of the car park and onto the street Blaine spoke.

"I'm taking you to my house. It's a much better place to talk than school. We won't be interrupted. Okay?"

Rory nodded.

"Good. Now, you said you're scared of what you might do. Is that right?"

Rory nodded again.

"Can you tell me about it? What is it exactly you're scared you will do? Does it have anything to do with hurting yourself like before?"

Rory nodded yet again before saying, "I had a dream."

"A dream?" Blaine glanced at Rory and saw the look of fear return to his face. He took his right hand off the wheel and held Rory's giving it an encouraging squeeze and said, "Can you tell me about it?"

Rory then recounted the whole dream to Blaine who listened intently, becoming more and more shocked as the story progressed. By the time Blaine pulled into his driveway Rory had reached the part when he was sitting on the bridge. Blaine turned the car off and turned to face Rory and listen to the end of his tale.

"And I stood on the edge of the bridge and looked down. Nobody tried to stop me. And then I just jumped."

Blaine's mouth hung open in shock as he pictured such an event.

"That was when I woke up. But now I'm really scared Blaine. I'm scared that things might get so bad that I will actually try and do this." He said, fresh tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Blaine smiled and leaned over the console to give the boy another hug.

"I'm so glad you told me, Rory. Come inside and will talk about it."

They got out of the car, let themselves in and went into Blaine's room.

"So have you really been feeling that depressed lately?" Blaine questioned now that they were settled down onto his bed.

"I told you about my past, I've been struggling with depression for a long time now, though I have never ever talked to anybody about it. I've never seriously thought about killing myself though. But now I'm scared that things are going to get worse and I will try."

Blaine let this sink in for a moment before saying, "Okay, first, if you ever do feel that bad or start thinking about it, please, I beg you, come and talk to me. Or somebody else you trust."

He paused and looked at Rory for confirmation that he had heard, understood and accepted this. Rory nodded.

"Second, from what I gather from your recount of the dream, it focused a lot on everybody ignoring you. You said that we all disinterested in your song, we were texting and distracted. When you left nobody followed you. And when you were on the bridge nobody tried to stop you."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Please believe me when I say that there are a lot of people who care about you." Blaine looked Rory straight in the eye. "If you chose to sing a song like that we would all listen intently. We would all care about what it meant. And if you ran out of class after it, we would all worry and go after you. I mean it."

Rory smiled weakly and thought hard for a moment. "I think I have a hard time believing people care about me and stuff because of my parents. I mean, parents are supposed to love you no matter what and care about everything you do. I used to just think that was a fairytale facade invented for stories, but living with Brittany and seeing how much her parents love her…it blew my mind. They treat me better than I've ever been treated by my parents, and I'm not even their son! I always knew my parents were bad, but never realised just how bad until now."

Blaine moved closer to Rory, putting his arm around the younger boy in comfort.

"You're probably right. You did get a tough deal with your parents. The way they treat you is horrible."

Rory nodded and placed his head on Blaine's shoulder. They sat in silence for a while, comfortable in their intimate position. It was Blaine who broke the silence.

"I think you should see somebody about your depression."

Rory lifted his head off Blaine's shoulder and looked at him.

"I know you're scared to talk to others about it, I know. But if you're having dreams about suicide and have been self-harming you do need help. Help that I can't give you Rory."

Rory lowered his head with shame as Blaine brought up his self-harm.

"Miss Pillsbury, she's the guidance counselor, is really nice. She knows the New Directions rather well. I'm sure she could help you."

Seeing the pleading look in Blaine's eyes Rory nodded his head. He didn't like to admit it, but he knew that Blaine was right.

"Also, I think maybe if you opened up a little bit to the glee club, our friends, you might not feel so alone or unwanted. I understand that you have trouble sharing your emotions, you keep them very protected, but if you share some of your problems with them you will see how much they do care about you."

"I'm not sure if I'm ready for that. I don't like telling people my secrets because I don't want them to judge me." Rory said nervously.

"Come on, nobody in glee will judge you, we all accept each other, you've seen that." Blaine gave Rory a squeeze. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to though. But maybe you could start by sharing just a small secret."

Rory sighed and said, "Okay, I'll think about it."

"Good!" Blaine let go of Rory and stood up off his bed. He walked over to his desk and put some music on before returning to his previous position next to Rory. "Are you feeling better?"

Rory thought for a moment. "Yeah. I really am. I feel like part of my burden has lifted off my shoulders."

"I'm so glad to hear that!" Blaine said grinning.

They sat for another minute in silence.

"So, what are we going to do now? Are we going back to school?" Rory asked.

Blaine shook his head. "No, just forget about school today, we aren't going back. We can hang out here. That is if you want to? We can listen to music, practice singing, watch a movie, bake a cake? What do you feel like doing?"

Rory smiled at the thought of getting to spend the whole day with Blaine. "I don't mind, as long as it doesn't involve using a lot of energy. I'm really tired."

"Oh, why are you so tired? Haven't you been sleeping well?"

"Ah…yeah…some nights I don't sleep well. And I'm getting pretty tired and sore from all the rehearsals."

"I understand, my muscles have been sore from dancing too. I'm told I give good massages. If you want I can give you one, it'll help relax your muscles and get rid of some tension." Blaine said and shifted so that he was sitting behind Rory, his legs spread out on either side.

Rory blushed at the thought of Blaine's hands rubbing his body. Thankful that Blaine couldn't see his now red face, Rory nodded. "Yes please."

Blaine started massaging Rory's shoulders, starting gently, but slowly getting harder as he began to work a knot out of his back muscle. Rory was feeling really good for the first time in a while from the combination of finally sharing some of his pent up emotions and the fact that Blaine was giving him a massage.

Blaine stopped suddenly. "Hey Rory, your shirt keeps getting in the way, can you take it off?"

Rory immediately felt uneasy again. "Um, I don't really want to…"

"Why not, it will make the massage bet…oh. I'm sorry, I completely forgot." Blaine wrapped his arms around Rory's waist and pulled him into a hug from behind, resting his head on his back. "I know you probably don't like looking at your arms, and you don't want me to see them again, but I really don't care. I won't judge you Rory."

Blaine waited for a response which never came. Rory had become silent.

"Do you not want me to see them because there have been new additions?" Blaine asked cautiously.

Rory, suddenly energetic, shook his head. "No, defiantly no new additions, I swear! I promised you I wouldn't! In fact they look so much better right now; a lot of them have healed. I just feel self-conscious about it, you know."

Blaine moved his hands around until he found one of Rory's buttons. "Like I said, I won't judge you. It won't bother me, okay?" He began to undo the buttons one by one until his shirt was left hanging open.

Rory's heart was racing as Blaine undressed him. He had dreamed of this situation, but never expected it to actually happen, especially after Kurt had come into the picture. Blaine slipped the shirt backwards off his shoulders and down his arms until it was free. He tossed it to the floor and returned to his massage.

"That's better, now I can really get to your muscles."

Rory smiled and closed his eyes, focusing on just how good Blaine's hands felt against his skin.

They continued like this for five minutes, Blaine making his way around to different parts of Rory's back.

"I'm getting hungry, what do you think we should have for lunch?" Blaine asked.

At the very thought of lunch Rory's stomach made a loud, needy, gurgling sound. He quickly pressed his hands to his stomach, hoping to muffle the sounds that clearly announced how hungry it was.

Blaine stopped his massage. "By the sounds of it, you're very hungry. Did you not eat breakfast or something?"

"I was too scared to eat this morning…"

"So you haven't eaten since last night?" Blaine asked as he moved around so he was sitting next to Rory again, looking into his face.

Rory nodded, unable to look Blaine in the eye. It wasn't a lie; he had eaten at dinner last night. But he felt so ashamed about his current eating habits. The worst part was that he knew it was wrong, but he kept doing it anyway. He didn't want Blaine to know, he would get angry at him.

"Why do you look so ashamed? There is something that you're not telling me, I can tell. Don't try to deny it."

Rory tried to look up into Blaine's eyes and tell him that everything was fine, but as soon as he met those dark eyes he had to look away. He had never seen Blaine's eyes look so serious, they would see right through any lie he told.

"I don't want to talk about it." he finally blurted out, folding his arms protectively over his chest and looking away.

Blaine reached over, grabbed Rory's chin and forced his head back around to face his. "Rory, please tell me."

Rory's eyes were beginning to water as he shook his head. "I can't tell you."

Blaine's mouth opened slightly in shock. "Why can't you tell me?"

Rory tried to look away, his lip quivering, but Blaine held his face in place. Rory let out a sob and a tear fell down from his eye, trickling down his face. "You're going to be angry at me."

"No, I won't be angry." Blaine said seriously concerned about what could make Rory act like this. "I promise. Please, just tell me."

Rory took some deep breaths, trying to calm himself. "I promised you I would stop hitting myself as punishment. And I did, I swear. I tried not to, but I found a new form of punishment. I stopped eating…the hunger pains…it hurts me…" Rory could finish his explanation as his crying had overtaken again.

Blaine stared at the boy in shock. "Rory…" He didn't know what to say. Instead he wrapped his arms around the crying boy once again and tried to shush him.

Once Rory had calmed down again Blaine said, "I'm not angry, a little disappointed maybe, but not angry. You need to eat Rory. You're going to make yourself pass out."

"I nearly did…" Rory admitted.

Blaine stroked some of Rory's messed up hair back into place. "What were you punishing yourself for this time?"

Rory had to think about how to word his answer before finally deciding on, "Because I began to like somebody who obviously didn't like me back, it was foolish."

"Who was it? A girl or boy?"

"Boy."

"Somebody I know?"

Rory was growing nervous. "Uh…yes."

"Okay, well the only boys that we both know are in the glee club, right? I can't imagine it would be Puck, Mike or Artie. I don't see them as your type." Rory nodded. "Is it Kurt? I guess that is the most obvious choice." Rory shook his head. "No? Okay, you're close with Finn, is it him?" Again Rory shook his head. "So Sam then?"

"No, but I have to admit, he is good to look at…"

"But I went through everybody! You said he was in the glee club, who is it?"

Rory sighed. "It's you, Blaine. I really like you, okay! But you like Kurt, and he likes you, so yeah…" he said standing up preparing to leave, not wanting to hang around after he got rejected.

Blaine sat with a shocked expression on his face as Rory picked up his shirt and put it back on. As he was about to do up the buttons Blaine stood up to join him, fisted his hands into Rory's open shirt and backed him into the nearest wall. Rory was taken aback by this action and opened his mouth to ask Blaine what he was doing. His question was interrupted by Blaine lips on his own. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it was deep, passionate and felt electric. When Blaine pulled away Rory was speechless.

"I don't like Kurt. He's a good friend, but I really don't see him in that way. I've only had eyes for one guy for a while now, and that's you. But I didn't think that you were interested. Until now that is…" Blaine admitted.

Rory's eyes grew wide, as did his smile. "Really?"

Blaine nodded. 'Yes, now let's get you some lunch."