A/N: PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING CHAPTER! I just want to give a warning before anyone reads this chapter: this chapter takes a very dark turn towards the end. Kurt deals with depression as well as self-harm; mainly cutting. I know maybe some of you have dealt with this personally or are currently. If you are, I understand if you do not want to read this story anymore. Also, if anyone needs to talk, to let things off their chest or the similar, please feel free to send a message. I know what it feels like to cut. I did it once, just once. Plus, I knew plenty of people who did it themselves. When I saw how bad their scars were I stopped myself.

Other than that, please enjoy the new chapter.

D/N: The characters of Glee within this story are not owned by me.

Blaine and Kurt were sitting in Principal Figgins office along with Mr. Shuester. They were all waiting for the verdict of the bashing by Figgins and their parents. Burt Hummel came by quickly. He rushed in to the office and kneeled in front of Kurt. Burt immediately saw the results of the hits the jocks used to get not only his son, but his son's friend. Both of their eyes were sunken and black. Cut and scrapes upon their face with blood drips and smears. Kurts swollen lip from before only got more swollen.

Burt pulled his cap off and sighed. He signed the best he could, 'You okay?'

Now, his son was brutally honest. What ever was on his mind, he would share with people. So when his son shook his head no, he understood and only watched for what his son had to say. His hands in a flurry, making big signs and with anger on his face, 'No, I'm not okay! I was just beaten for the second time this year! And not only me, but Blaine too!' There was frustration and tears swelling up in Kurts eyes as he explained. When Kurt was done, he bit his lip and looked his dad squarely in the eyes.

Blaine looked over at Kurt and held onto his knee. Kneading softly to show support. Kurt looked back and put his hand on Blaines. Burt stepped back and watched the two boys communicate. He saw that they deeply cared for each other and that they could possibly be more than friends. But he didn't want to bring it up just yet. He needed to take care of other matters first.

Burt looked over through the glass wall and saw all three suspecting football players sitting on a bench being yelled at by presumably their coach and Principal Figgins. Well, the coach was. Figgins just stood there with his arms crossed and holding onto papers. Soon though, another well-dressed man entered the room and only said one word, "Blaine."

The boy turned around and hopped out of the seat, "Dad!" Mr. Anderson did some inspecting of his son as well. Looking intently at the scars, blood and swelling. After a few minutes, he turned to Burt and held out his hand, "Michael. Michael Anderson."

Burt got up from being perched in front of Kurt and held out his hand as well, "Burt Hummel from Hummel's Tire Repair."

Michael nodded his head curtly and let his hand fall to his side, "How's your son?" He went over to take a look. He bent down and saw similar cuts, bruises and marks on the other boy. Slowly shaking his head, he got up and brushed himself off. Both fathers looked over and saw the trio of jocks looking down to the ground as their coach was walking back and forth in front of them. Principal Figgins was walking towards the office. He went to sit at his desk and asked for both fathers to sit at the opposite side.

Blaine went over to Kurt and held onto him as both parents weren't looking. He quickly signed, 'It's going to be okay. My dad is good with this stuff.' Kurt wiped away a stray tear and nodded before hugging Blaine tightly. As Kurt leaned into his chest, he gave a quick kiss to the leaning boys forehead.

Principal Figgins explained the suspension process and about how the accused were going to stay out of school a little while to give the boys a break from the mayhem. All was fine until Michael asked how long the boys were going to stay out of the school.

"Two weeks," Figgins answered promptly.

"Two weeks?" Michael shrieked.

Blaine jumped at his dads response, which made Kurt jump. The two boys separated quickly and faced their fathers. Burt couldn't say anything before Michael got up from his chair and went over to Blaine. He pulled him up from the coach and started leading him out of the door.

"Dad! Dad, stop!" Blaine called out, trying to stop himself from leaving.

"My son is not going to stay here where bullies can come back so easily!"

"Dad, maybe they'll learn their lesson!"

"No," Michael jeered, "It doesn't take two weeks for bullies to learn their lesson. No. You're going back to Dalton."

Blaine's eyes got wide and fearful, "No!"

Burt stood up and interjected, "Maybe we could figure something out," he glanced back and forth between Figgins and Michael. He shrugged his shoulders as well.

Kurt kept looking at all the men in the room. From Blaine looking worried and on the verge of tears to his dad looking angrier than anyone ever could to his dad, his mouth agape and holding his hands out to Figgins who simply sat at his desk and watched the arguement commencing. Kurt got up quickly and started banging hands on the table until everyone had his attention. It took relatively quickly.

'Can someone sign to me please? I don't understand what the hell is going on!' Before anyone could sign back quickly, Blaine turned Kurt towards him, 'My dad's making me go back to Dalton.'

Kurts eyes got wide as he swallowed. He slowly shook his head and mouthed, 'No.' Blaine looked even more sad as he nodded. Kurt looked at his dad for confirmation. It couldn't be true. The one person he's come to love and understand, and the one boy who done the same to him was going away. Burt looked down on the floor, which gave conformation that what Blaine had said was indeed true. Blaine was going away.

Kurt sat in the kitchen, staring off into space as he had been for what seemed forever. He looked at the clock on the microwave, 9PM. He had been sitting there for three hours watching his dinner get cold. He decided not to eat it and threw away the food on the plate.

No one was home besides him. Finn, his step-brother, was over at Rachels... or Quinns. He had no idea which place this week. His dad was at work and Carole, his step-mom, was out "with the girls." He took the steak-knife he was using to cut his meat and scraped the food off with that utencil. After putting the plate in the sink to be washed later, he went to put in the utensils as well but instead kept the knife in his hand.

He washed it off and brought it back to the table. Kurt carefully examined the knife. Seeing his reflection in the metal and looking close at the grooves and impecably tiny teeth. He wondered what it felt like to have the blade run across the skin. He's read that it was hot and also that it could be cold. He's read from teen novels that you don't feel it at first and some that it's excruciatingly painful. He's felt so numb lately from Blaine leaving back to Dalton, he didn't feel anything. He probably wouldn't feel this blade either.

As he put the blade against his left forearm, he remembered helping Blaine pack up his locker, returning his books, submitting last assignments to transfer grades; their last make-out session on his bed, making sure to lock the door so Michael wouldn't walk in. They were all flash-backs in his mind currently and now were almost too much to bear. He loved Blaine, but he wouldn't be able to see him anymore. Not at school and not at home anymore. His parents also felt that Kurt shouldn't visit to distract Blaine's thought process on schoolwork.

No, Kurt couldn't feel anything now. He wouldn't be able to feel this blade. He pressed it down against his skin and pulled across, leaving a mark and beginning to bleed. Scared, he quickly covered it with his hand and dropped the knife on the table. He got napkins to pressure the cut and to make it stop bleeding before anyone got home. After all stopped bleeding, he put on his coat to cover the mark and washed the knife in the sink.