On the second day of them going for a walk, Kurt gets startled with something from his satchel. They hear 'defying gravity' from somewhere. It is Kurt's phone.

' Blaine ,if you excuse Me?'

' Yeah fine'

Kurt picks up his phone.

'Hey Carson! How are you?'

' Hey kurt,Busy?'

' not quite. Is your class over?'

' I have one more. I am on recess. Where are you? At home?'

'Oh,cool! Umm..no, I am with a friend in the Lima Park.'

'Wait? The Lima what? It's not the usual place you go. With Mercedes?'

' no. His name is Blaine. We met at park'

' So how is your boyfriend?'

' Not my boyfriend,dummy. He has a girlfriend. Just a comfort when you are not around.'

'Aww...I miss you kurt. Which reminds me of ,I am coming to lima this Nov.'

' November? Cool. I am so excited! See you soon bud. I need to see you and your morphed face.'

' your's too.i want to see how much your fashion craziness has went'

' Bye then,carson' a small kiss

Carson smiles sheepishly

' Bye kurtzie!'

Blaine notices that sheepish smile on Kurt's smile. Blaine can clearly see kurt thinking of something .

' Whoa! Somebody made this boy smile! Blaine chuckles. Kurt is still in the same mood.

' Mind if I ask who?'

'Uhh..my brother. He's coming to lima this November. Do you want me to show him?'

Blaine nods delightfully.Kurt scrolls his phone for a pic. 'There'

Blaine is confused. 'Wait? Why are you showing yourself?'

Kurt rolls his eyes,' look properly. I don't dress up like him. He doesn't style up his hair like mine'.

'Wait?..'

Kurt completes blaine's doubt

'Do I have a twin brother? Absolutely!'

'Whoa!that's awesome. I mean ,a twin brother, that's cool! What's his name?'

'Umm..Carson..Carson Philips Hummel'

Blaine is astonished. Kurt is a twin?

' Where is he? I would like to meet him'

Kurt sees blaine's enthusiasm in his Hazel eyes.

' Well,he is in new York. Doing schooling there. We were so close till our ninth birthday and after that ,he decided to leave lima. He used to carry me to bed like a baby. We enjoyed every minute of being together. I was so angry that he left me in this pathetic town.

He is quite a stubborn guy , more stubborn than me ,to be honest. A straight forward guy too. He wants to become a writer or an editor in new York Times, L.A Times and more. Well I understood his passion after some years and I left my anger.

I miss his touch though..' Kurt is in his memory lane ,with watering ocean like eyes.

Blaine pats his shoulder,' wish I have a brother like him, unlike mine..'

'Wait,you have one?'

'Yeah elder one. Wait I'll show you.' He pulls his phone out and scrolls.

Kurt is in awe. 'Wait ? This is your brother? Oh my god!' He shouts in a more high pitch ,sounding more like a child.

' he's the famous guy from the credit commercial. ' Kurt is still in awe ,till he realize blaine's face dropping.

' what happened?'

' I don't know if I can share with you. The reason of your excitement is the exact reason of my sadness. ' Blaine sighs. Kurt encourages to continue.

'I am compared to me brother for almost everything by almost every one.

He is this..he is that ..and you are still this

He does what he likes. He doesn't care about dad being strict and let his dreams push him to L.A to pursue acting. Coming from an eloquent family,I have more pressure,more expections.

I feel like I am in a cage. I..I' Blaine gets stressed.

'It's okay. Just relax.' Kurt hands a bottle of water to blaine.they sit on a nearby bench. Blaine's pounding heart slows down.

' Well ,let's change the topic?'Kurt asks.

'Yeah, well then you are Kurt Philips Hummel,?'

'I am Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Don't ask me about my middle name. I'll tell you when the time comes'

'Okay, well hello Mr.Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I am Blaine Devon Anderson '

Both of them chuckles.

' I told Carson about you..as my friend. I am totally out to him as gay by the way. And he asks me if you are my boyfriend? This is ridiculous right?' Kurt is the only one chuckling this time

Blaine reminds silent,emotionless

' you have a girlfriend right?I guess the girl who was with you that day.'

Blaine doesn't know how to put his feelings in words .he is not out and proud as kurt. He couldn't tell his feelings to kurt. He doesn't want to lie too. He is sick of it

' umm..umm..yeah. Her name's Jane. One of My dad's client's daughter. Quite annoying,but a nice girl'

Kurt senses something wrong and awkwardness on Blaine' s face .

'Guess,I made yours a pretty bad day. I am so sorry. '

'Nah ,don't apologise. I gotta get going. it's getting late-.

Kurt nods and pats blaine's hands. Blaine leaves fast. Kurt keeps looking at him till he disappears. He feel good and different touching his hands. It is good to console and get consoled, right?

Blaine drives his car too fast to Dalton and runs to his dorm. His dorm is empty. Dave isn't there.

He throws his things and goes near his bed . He lifts his bed and takes a pouch,a black pouch.

He takes his pyjamas and runs into the bathroom. He lets the faucet to run as a precautionary measure and open the black pouch.

He takes a sharp razor out of it. Should he need it? Yes! It is a necessary ,not a choice for him..

He removes his blazer, and then his shirt . His arms are proofs to tell that it isn't the first time. Mostly his left.

He takes the razor near to his scratched arms . His eyes start to cascade salty,painful tears. He presses the sharp end of the razor on his smooth skin and makes a small cut. Then he presses the edge with a force on the mark.

Soon ,his red liquid flows and escapes out of his body,just like he wanted to get rid of all the lies. He cries, he heavily cries . He feels like it is better to die. He couldn't have someone to hold his shoulders and let him cry on their shirt.

For a good 30 minutes, he stays in the bathroom. He takes the razor ,his hands shaking in pain and worries. It hurts for him to think of everything, which are going out of control just like the blood. His life ,girlfriend,his dreams ,everything.

He quickly cleans the cut area, wounds a bandage and wears his full sleeve pyjamas. He's been successful in hiding this from his very room mate and this time is not gonna be different. He washes his face ,his eyes still red.

He silently put the pouch back under the bed and takes his art notebook to escape into his preferred fantasy world.

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