Chapter 10 - Questions and Breakdowns

"Blaine, you have some visitors." His mother interrupted as she walked into the room.

When Blaine turned to face his mother, he was greeted with the sight of the New Directions...

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Blaine sat in silence, and looked at the group in front of him. What were they doing there?

He looked to Kurt with an unreadable expression on his face, not knowing what to say to any of the people in front of him.

"Blaine, after hearing why you were out of school for the past couple of weeks and I... we decided to come and see if you were going to be back at school for Sectionals. We need you for backup so you can make me sound better."

"Shut up, Rachael. He's been out of school for two weeks, and at this point in time we don't care about singing competitions."

Blaine watched as Rachael's face fell, with slight confusion lining her face. She then looked to Blaine's parents, who were still in the room, and her face fell more when she realised that they weren't going to do anything about it.

"Rachael... just sit down for now." Mrs. Anderson said, "You can all stay for pizza if you like... I may have to order some more though."

Most of the boys nodded, which earned them all an eye roll from Kurt. While the all the girls, and Mike, declined but thanked her for the offer.

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The pizza arrived 10 minutes later. All the boys and Mr. Anderson were tucking in, while Blaine just sat there and stared off into the distance with a blank look in his eye. The nerves were rising throughout his body. He was waiting for all the questions to be thrown at him. "Why didn't he tell them?", "Why did he lie?", "Why was he so fucking pathetic?".

'They're going to ask soon Blaine. They're going to ask why you're not dead yet. Why are you still around? I know the answer. It's because you're a coward. You go around and you preach about courage, but you have absolutely none of your own. You're a hypocrite Blaine. Always have been, always will be... Until you go upstairs, take the razor, and cut. Don't stop until there's no further to go. Then you'll finally have some courage to stop fucking up everyone's life.'

"Blaine, honey, you okay?" Kurt asked when he saw the pale colour of his boyfriends skin.

He got no response.

Blaine was stuck in the torment of his own mind that was usually so... empty. Was it right? Should he do it... No. Kurt loves him. He shouldn't kill himself. His mom loves him, and his dad loves him... he should stay alive... Right?

'You don't get it do you? Without you in their lives, they could be travelling, doing things they actually wanted to do. Instead, they have to take care of your sorry ass and not be able to do anything about it.'

He broke.

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Kurt knew what was happening as soon as Blaine bolted from the table. He was up a second after Blaine and already bounding up the stairs, before anyone had asked what was going on.

When he reached Blaine's room, he saw the bedroom door shut. He rushed over to it, and tried to turn the door knob with no effect. It was locked.

"Blaine, sweet heart, please don't do anything."

"It... It won't stop Kurt. It won't leave me alone." He heard Blaine's pained cries through the door.

"Open up, sweet heart. I can try and help. Please, just let me in..."

Kurt waited on bated breath for Blaine's reply. He heard the sniffles through the doors, and then heard the sound of the latch unlocking.

The sight that greeted him once he had pushed the door open, was one that broke his heart into millions of tiny pieces.

Blaine was on the floor, leant up against one of the counters. His knees were pulled up to his chest, and his hands were knotted in his hair. The thing that hurt Kurt the most, was the way the sleeves on his t shirt rolled down, and there were small droplets that were running down the exposed skin of his arm from his wrist.

"Oh, Blaine." He whispered. He shut the door behind him, and then fell to his knees and took the other boy into his arms.

"I-I'm sorry, Kurt. I- I didn't want to, but... but it told me too and it said you hated me." The boy was shaking now.

Kurt pulled back a bit and looked Blaine in the eyes.

"Blaine. Listen to me. I could never, never, hate you, okay? Believe me when I say that. I would never leave you so don't you dare leave me okay. Even if I'm not here, I'm a phone call or a text away. If you need me, then I will be here for you as fast as I can, because I don't want to ever lose you. Okay?"

Blaine nodded, looking down at the ground, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I should never have told them what really happened. Then they wouldn't be here to get you worried. This is my fault. Not yours. Now... let's get you all bandaged up, and get you a clean t shirt."

"I can't go back down there Kurt." Blaine whispered, "They'll ask questions, and I don't want to answer them."

"You don't have to. I'll go down and tell them that you feel ill and then your mom or dad will send them home. I'm here all weekend sweetie. We're going to work through this problem you have... together. Now, where do you keep your first aid kit?"

"There's one in the cupboard..." Blaine said looking up at to the cupboard on the wall.

Kurt stood up and opened the cupboard, then sat back down and found the antibacterial wipes, the bandage and some medical tape. He then put the rest of the first aid kit back and kneeled back down in front of Blaine.

He opened one of the satchels that contained a wipe, "This is going to sting a bit okay? It's to make sure that they don't get infected."

He saw Blaine bite down on his lip as he pressed the wipe to the cuts. Kurt shushed him through the process in some attempt at comfort.

When that was finished, he helped Blaine take his shirt off and then started to wrap the bandage round his wrist applying enough pressure to slow the blood. He taped down the end, and then put his arm around the other boy, then helped him back to his bedroom and sat him on the bed.

He then looked through the boys closet and found a comfortable, long-sleeved t shirt for him to wear.

Blaine put his arms up in the air like a small child and looked to Kurt, waiting for him to put the shirt on him for him.

"Come on sweetie. Lay back and get under the covers, I'll be back in a minute."

Blaine did as he was told, but just as Kurt was about to leave, he grabbed his arm.

"Please don't tell them Kurt. Not my mom, not my dad. No one."

Kurt wanted to tell them. He should have told them, but the frightened look on Blaine's face made him not tell them.

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Everyone was sat quietly downstairs after the two boys had left. Some people were still eating the pizza, but most were sat with worried looks on their faces.

All heads snapped to the staircase in sync when they heard footsteps on the stairs. Then Kurt walked in, with a sad look on his face. He seemed momentarily lost in thought, but soon snapped out of it when he realised everyone was staring at him.

"Blaine is ill. He... he threw up when he ran upstairs, and now he's in bed asleep. He wanted me to come down and say that he's really sorry that he can't come down, and he'll probably be at school on Monday, depending on what his mom and dad decide. I'm... I'm going to go check on him to make sure he isn't being sick again... I'll see you guys later."

With that he turned around and headed back up the stairs...

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"I should have told them. I should have told them as soon as I found out what you were doing, but I didn't because I thought that I could help you." Kurt said to the prone boy on the bed, "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. If... If you die... This is all my fault."

N'aw poor Kurt... Next chapter should be up soon.. Probably not but whatever. Don't forget to review. BYE! :D