"He barely talks to anyone, Derek."

"It's been two weeks, Dad."

"This isn't healthy."

"I thought you were getting him help."

"David, Wes, calm down." Derek, David's father, said calmly two weeks later after David and Wes barged into David's home. "He has been going to a psychiatrist."

"Well it's not working. He doesn't talk, he doesn't come out of his room, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't even sleep." David said, clearly frustrated. This whole Blaine-avoiding-the-world thing was not working for him anymore.

"You boys need to try to be there for him." The man said, sighing.

"He won't let us, Dad." David said, losing patience. "He barely acknowledges anyone but you, mom, or Wes' parents. And the only reason he does that is because he doesn't want to seem ungrateful."

"I can't make him talk to you. He's not a puppet that I can make do anything." Derek said gently. "He'll open up when he's ready."

"Or what if he's distancing himself so he can try to kill himself?" Wes asked anxiously.

"Blaine is not going to kill himself. He's just upset." he reassured them. "Where is he at now?"

"My house." Wes said. "I'm worried. We're all worried. I don't think the psychiatrist is helping."

"It's only been two weeks." David's dad sighed. "Psychiatrists aren't miracle workers, boys. It takes time. Blaine told me they put him on medici—."

"Medicine? He doesn't need medicine." David said loudly.

"We are all concerned." Derek said, voice sharp. "If you can think of something else to help him feel better, be my guest. But a psychiatrist thinks medicine will help so that is what he is taking."

"Then talk to him. Make him feel better." David argued. "He doesn't need medicine."

"It's not for forever." Derek sighed. "Please stop asking me to talk about this. If Blaine hadn't told you, he probably didn't want you to know. I assumed you did."

"Yeah well it's really funny. Before he went to the psychiatrist he told us everything." David snapped. "And now he's like a robot."

"Do not take your frustrations out on me. It would be unethical for me to act as Blaine's psychologist. I put him in the hands of a psychiatrist who can help him. She is very capable and she has helped teens out of a lot of worse situations than this."

"Who cares if it is unethical?" David snapped. "You know him better. You can help him better."

"I'm not discussing this anymore." Derek said. "Blaine is in good hands right now and it's out of my hands. It is because I know him better that I cannot help him the way someone else could. Do I want him to be on medicine? No. I also don't want him in this position in the first place. But I would rather someone give him medicine and have him be introverted for a few weeks than walk into my bathroom and find him dead. Alright? If this medicine helps him feel okay enough to not be pushed over the edge, then you should keep your opinions to yourself—especially when Blaine is involved. Do not go and tell him he doesn't need it or that it won't help. For all we know, it may end up being the thing that keeps him alive."

David frowned.

"You are not to go and tell him he doesn't need therapy or medicine." Derek continued. "Alright?"

"Fine, Dad. But I don't think it's helping." David sighed.

"Give him time, boys. He'll come around." Derek said.

One Week Later…

"David?"

David rolled over, pulling his pillow over his head.

"David…"

"Hmm?" David sat up, pulling his pillow down and looking confused.

"Wake up."

"Blaine? Are you okay?" David asked, trying to make his brain work. Blaine hadn't talked to him in almost three weeks. Was something wrong? He needed to be more awake and now. What if Blaine wanted to kill himself?

"You said to come to you when I'm ready to talk and I am." Blaine responded, sitting himself on David's bed.

"At four in the morning?" David groaned. "Can't you be ready at ten?"

"I couldn't sleep." Blaine said.

"'mup. 'mup." David rubbed his eyes.

"They put me on medicine." Blaine said quickly. He hadn't been ready to talk in weeks. He wanted to get it all out before he could change his mind. "And it really hurts my stomach and it makes my brain feel sort of fuzzy. And my chest move really fast."

David blinked to clear his vision and then sat up straighter, attention on Blaine.

"I don't want to take it."

"Do you feel better?" David asked, tilting his head a bit. He was still rather shocked Blaine was talking to him.

Blaine closed his eyes. "I don't want to say yes because I don't want to need drugs to be happy."

"It's not a permanent thing." David said gently. "Right?"

"She said five or six months." He didn't open his eyes, pulling his knees to his chest. "I hate this, David."

"That's not so long." David offered, trying to make him feel better. "Maybe you'll feel better soon and can stop taking it earlier."

"She keeps saying 'get better' like I'm broken." Blaine frowned.

"Do you still want to… kill yourself?" David asked him, voice coming out in a way that made him sound twelve instead of sixteen.

Blaine looked up at the ceiling and swallowed. "N… No. Not right now."

David let out a relieved sigh.

"I still don't feel… good." Blaine admitted, looking at him and biting his lip.

"It will get better." David promised him.

Tears filled Blaine's hazel eyes but he nodded, forcing a weak smile. "E-Everyone says that but it's h-hard to believe."

"You've gotten so used to how your parents treat you. Once you realize that's over, you'll feel better." David said.

"Y-You think?" Blaine asked hopefully, looking at him.

"I know so." David nodded. "But if you shut us all out, you won't see how different it will be."

Blaine took a deep breath. "I just… I felt really ashamed."

"Ashamed?" David asked. "Why? What do you mean?"

"I felt bad for scaring you all… and I felt ashamed for even considering doing something like that… and lately I've felt frustrated because I wanted to say something to you and Wes about it, or anything, but I couldn't." Blaine sighed. "Does that make sense?"

"I think so." David nodded. "But you don't need to feel bad or ashamed. And if you can't think of anything to say, sit with us and don't talk. Wes and I just want to be here for you… You don't need to feel pressured to talk, but don't shut us out when you need us."

"I guess I'm still getting used to that." Blaine looked back at him again, feeling a rush of gratitude towards his friend. You don't need to feel pressured to talk, but don't shut us out. If only he had admitted to David that he wanted to talk but couldn't weeks ago… He probably would have felt much more at ease and happier.

"We know." David offered him a small smile. "Can you… can you promise me that…"

"That what?" Blaine questioned.

"That you won't try to kill yourself?" David asked, once again sounding much younger than he was.

"I…" Blaine hesitated. Did he think he was going to? No. But sometimes he still felt really horrible… He didn't feel like he was quite ready to make that promise to David. Not yet. Maybe soon, but not right then.

"Or can you at least promise that if you want to again, that you'll find me or Wes? So we can make you feel better?" David pleaded.

"I can promise that." Blaine nodded. "Hey, David?"

"Yeah?" David asked.

"Can I sleep in here with you tonight?" Blaine asked timidly. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't want to be alone. Maybe he was afraid if he left now, that he wouldn't feel up to talking to David and Wes for several more days. "I don't want to be alone anymore."

David scooted to the edge of the bed and laid back down, pulling his bottom pillow out and putting it next to his own for Blaine to use.

"Thanks." Blaine whispered, getting under the covers and laying down on his back. "For everything."

"Would it make me seem gay if I suddenly burst out singing You've Got A Friend In Me?" David rolled on his side and grinned.

"Not gay. Just crazy." Blaine said, letting out a laugh that actually wasn't forced. Yes. He really should have come to talk to David sooner.

"I wasn't only trying to make you feel better when I said things would get better." David said seriously, nudging him. "It will. Trust me, give it some time, and you'll see."

"Promise?" Blaine asked, blinking at him.

"Pinky promise." David said, holding out his pinky.

Blaine laughed again, linking their pinkies. "You know what happens if you break a pinky promise?"

"No. Do you?" David asked curiously.

"Nope." Blaine shook his head.

"We better not find out then." David winked and then rolled back onto his back. "You're going to talk to me tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah." Blaine promised, rolling onto his side and facing David's wall. "G'night, David."

"Night, Blaine. Wake me up if you need me." David yawned before falling asleep.

"You mean he talked to you?" Wes asked eagerly the next day.

"Yeah. He's still asleep now, but he did. He woke me up in the middle of the night and we talked some. He told me about the medicine… He doesn't like being on it." David said, handing Wes a soda and then sitting on his couch. "I think he's having trouble not handling this on his own or something…"

"What if he doesn't talk anymore? What if he goes back to sitting alone all day?"

"He won't." Blaine yawned, coming down.

"BLAINERS, MY LIFE!" Wes yelped, clambering into a standing position and flailing his arms.

"Hello, Wes." Blaine said, looking amused.

"'Sup?" Wes asked, nodding his head casually as if he had not acted like a lunatic.

"And I spent weeks thinking you all would think I was weird." Blaine mumbled, sitting on the couch with David.

Wes took his seat again, staring at Blaine. "You bonded with him. You must tell me everything you said to him so I feel included. And so you don't feel depressed when doing so, I'm going to make exaggerated facial expressions and noises. Alright?"

"Is he serious?" Blaine asked, looking at David.

"Sadly." David nodded.

"Well, I'm sorry. I've just been really fru—what are you doing?" Blaine asked.

"This is a frown." Wes said. "An exaggerated one."

"It looks like your face is melting."

"Continue." Wes gestured Blaine on with his hand, facial expression not returning to normal.

"You're totally making fun of me as I'm trying to seriously talk to y— are you crying?"

"This is all so horrible." Wes mock sobbed.

"Wes—."

"I'LL PROTECT YOU FROM THE DEMENTORS, BLAINE!"

"I give up." Blaine laughed as Wes threw his arms around Blaine, cradling his head to his chest.

"Shh, don't speak. We don't need words." Wes said, stroking his hair.

"You've been trying to get me to talk for days." Blaine said, voice muffled by his chest.

"Shh, it's okay. Don't cry." Wes said. "We'll get through this together, cupcake."

"Wes!" Blaine laughed again.

"Yes, cupcake?" Wes asked.

"Don't call me cupcake." Blaine said very seriously.

"Alright, muffin."

"So are you going to maintain jumping right back into funny land?" Blaine asked, shaking his head. Not that he really minded though. He knew Wes could be serious when needed, but sometimes it was nice to have Wes… well, be funny Wes. He had to admit he was feeling more cheerful than he had in a while and he hadn't even been next to Wes for a full five minutes.

"Why would you ever ruin the mood now?" Wes asked. "I don't think you've laughed in weeks."

Blaine bit his lip, smiling a bit. "Thanks, Wes."

"Anytime, porkchop."

Blaine hung his head. "Can we go back to Blainers?"

"No can do, blueberry. Is it annoying yet?"

"Only slightly." Blaine sighed as David sneakily stood up, pointing towards the stairs. Blaine nodded when Wes wasn't looking and waited for his chance to sneak out.

"Good, because I've got a lot more names to choose from." Wes grinned. "Get comfortable, gentlemen. We'll be here for a whi—Damnit. They snuck off again. They do that way too much. I'm beginning to think they're having romantic moments when they do this."

"Yeah, right!" David called as Blaine began gagging from up the stairs.

I wrote this so many different ways, but this is what I'm sticking with. Hopefully you all like it. I think it captures the boys nicely and in a true-to-life kind of way. At least, I hope it does. I can see David being very serious about things with Blaine, but I can picture Wes trying to make it much more light hearted. Wes can of course be serious when he needs to, but I think he can also tell when his Blaine just needs a laugh. :) Poor Blaine. Things get better from here, though.

I've decided to make this story more than 6 chapters. I really, really like exploring Blaine's past. It's kind of therapeutic for me and people seem to like what I have so far. I don't know how many chapters it will be. I only had six chapters planned originally though, so if there is something you want to see, feel free to leave me a message or review about it. I hope you enjoyed reading part two!