The funeral was small and quiet. Just the Glee kids and Sue, Mrs. Pillsbury and Mr. Shue. Rachel was the one who suggested they sing a song in his honor. She suggested I Want To Hold Your Hand, Finn suggested Being Alive (he'd seen it on a cd cover in Kurt's room a few times) but Blaine knew the perfect song, and when he suggested I'll Cover You (Reprise), from RENT, no one opposed him...

A/N: Nah, I'm totally screwing with you guys! *u* how many of you fell for it? MWAHAHAHA I FEEL EVIL

Moment of maniacal laughter over... I think this is when music will be a bit more involved because well it is glee and I like music ok?

Also sorry for the super long wait I lost my phone a couple times... And this go deleted like twice.

On with the story!

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It Cuts A Path

Kurt wasn't at home. Of course, that was the first place they looked. Blaine was the one who offered to go looking for him. "I'm coming with you," said Finn. Blaine knew not to oppose him. He could use the help anyway.

"We're gonna go looking, too," said Burt. "By splitting up we can cover more ground..."

"If either of us finds him," began Finn. "The first thing we do is have one person call the other two, and if needed, call the cops or the paramedics..."

"God forbid," muttered Carole, praying that they wouldn't have to call the paramedics.

All four headed out the door, Finn and Blaine heading out in Blaine's car. Burt and Carole in Burt's truck.

"Where we going?" Asked Finn.

"I... I think I'm going to just drive around... We can cover more ground by doing that." The last sentence came out more like a question. Truth was, Blaine was as terrified as he was clueless. He had no idea what he was doing, or if he was ready for what he'd find, for that matter.

"Ok," Finn said softly as they got into the car and drove off.

God knows where he could be he thought as he drove. He could be missing! Lying in a ditch somewhere, Or his car broke down and he could be- Blaine shook his head, trying to shake those thoughts out as well. "No," he said to himself through gritted teeth, griping the steering wheel tight.

"I know what you're thinking," said Finn after a few moments of silence. He gave his sort of brother-in-law a sympathetic grimace. "I know cause... Cause I'm thinking the same thing..." His head lolled down, he stared at his lap. "We have to find him..." He whispered.

"And what if we don't?" Choked Blaine.

Finn looked at him solemnly. His eyes suddenly widened. "THERE!" He shouted, pointing to the right side of the road. Blaine slammed on the breaks, afraid if he didn't he might miss it. On the side of the road was a car.

Kurt's car.

Blaine pulled off the road and hopped off the car, not even bothering to turn off the ignition. He full out sprinted towards the car. "Kurt!" He breathed. He reached the drivers side and opened the door, completely unprepared for what he saw next.

"Oh my god."

Blood trickled down both of Kurt's arms, deep red cuts running vertical. Kurt laid there, passed out. His head was lolled lifelessly to the side, his pale face paler than usual. He looked like a ghost. "Finn!" Blaine screamed. "FINN!" He placed his fingers on Kurt's neck feeling for a beat. Blaine felt a tiny throb against his fingers, but he was unsure as to whether it was just in his head or really Kurt's.

Finn came rushing over. "Holy shit," he breathed when he saw the scene. There was an odd feeling at the back of his throat, like fingers pressing down on it, and his legs felt shaky, like he'd just run a mile nonstop. A wave of nausea hit him, and his face looked a combination of emotions.

"Give me your shirt," said Blaine. Finn didn't even hesitate, or question Blaine. He peeled off his shirt, leaving a on only an undershirt, and gave it to Blaine. "Call the paramedics and Burt and Carole," Blaine instructed as he tore the shirt in two, wrapping the cloth around Kurt's arms and applying pressure. He tied them off, trying to prevent any further blood loss.

When he finished, he placed his hands squarely in Kurt's shoulders and shook him very gently. "C'mon Kurt. Wake up. Say something. Anything." When he was answered with silence, his face crumpled and he shook his head. "No," he whispered. "Come on Kurt! Anything!"

Anything would have been better than the silence that filled the small space where Blaine was having a harder and harder time breathing with each passing second.

"Please," he begged one last time, his voice barely a whisper, a whimper in fact. Again, he was answered with silence. Blaine hung his head downward, still praying that Kurt would wake up. "Please, god, please. Please."

Just then, Kurt's head twitched slightly. "Blaine?" Kurt's eyes stayed shut, but that was enough for Blaine.

He rushed and grabbed Kurt's hand. "I'm here..." He said.

The paramedics pulled in to the scene, and Blaine slipped his arm under Kurt's back, carrying him to the gurney at they set it up. Every second he waited for them to come to the car was another second that Kurt lost blood. Thankfully, the paramedics seemed to understand.

"Which one of you is riding with us?" One of them asked. A woman with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Family members only, I'm afraid. One of you family?"

Finn and Blaine looked at each other, then back at the paramedics.

"He is," lied Finn. Blaine gave him a surprised look. "He's his stepbrother, I'm just... his friend..." Blaine smiled at him and nodded gratefully.

"Thank you" mouthed Blaine.

The paramedics gave each other looks that suggested they knew the truth, but they didn't say anything.

He stepped into the ambulance and sat helplessly as they attached his boyfriend to IVs and various tubes.

One of the worst things in the world is watching someone you love suffer, and knowing you're not able to do anything about it.

He hung his head down between his lap, the whole time, just thinking, Please, god. Please don't take him away. Let him be ok...

Don't let him die.

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The next time Kurt was aware of his surroundings, he was in a sterile hospital room, lying on a bed. There was a familiar mechanical beeping noise perfectly synchronized with his heartbeat. Memories of the previous day came flooding in.

The trial.

The car.

The song.

The knife...

He swallowed. In all honesty, he still felt like utter crap, but the magnitude of what he had just tried to do was just sinking in.

Oh my god. he thought. I really tried to kill myself. I really could've been dead

He sat up, instantly regretting it when a wave of nausea and lightheadedness overcame him. He groaned and gripped the little railing in the edge of the bed with one hand, the other rubbing his temple.

Suddenly, a familiar figure was next to him, holding his back reassuringly. "You need to rest," said Blaine, coaxing him to lay back down.

He did, and faced Blaine. "I'm sorry..." He whispered.

Blaine grabbed his hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing it gently. He shook his head. "You don't ever have to say that to me, ok?"

Kurt nodded, biting his lip and pulling Blaine in for a hug. Blaine's fingers curled in, trying to pull Kurt closer. Just the idea, the thought, that he might've never given that hug to Kurt was absolutely abhorrent.

They pulled away and gave each other a small smile.

Just then, Finn, Burt, and Carole walked in. They all rushed to his bed. "You're up, kiddo!" Said Burt, almost falling to tears from relief. Burt pulled his son in for a tight hug. "God knows what I would've done if I'd lost you..." He pulled away. "They're gonna keep you here on 48 hour watch, but you've been asleep for a while now, so..."

"How long have I been out?" Kurt asked.

"Long enough to scare the absolute crap out of us," said Burt solemnly. He had been so scared that his little boy would never wake up. "They brought you here yesterday evening... It's about one in the afternoon." He forced a chuckle. "You get to go home tomorrow, at least."

Kurt couldn't believe he'd been out that long. "Did I really..." His voice trailed off. He needed absolute confirmation that he really tried to take his own life because... It all felt so surreal. He never thought he'd do something like that.

But then again, he'd never thought he'd be attacked either.

Burt nodded sadly. "Yeah... You did... And that's ok, kiddo. You were going through a really hard time. I just want to know you'll never try that again. And if that's a promise you can't keep then we'll find help. We'd do anything to keep you safe."

Kurt nodded and pulled his father into a hug. "I know..." Was all he could manage as he choked through the tears.

Burt nodded silently. He rubbed his sons back. "You just get all the rest you need, Kay, kiddo?"

Kurt nodded, and everyone filed out, Burt at the lead. Blaine got up from his seat, but was held back by a tug on his wrist. Kurt had grabbed him. "Please, stay."

Blaine smiled earnestly. "Gladly."

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Blaine heard the rustling of blanket sheets later that night. His eyes fluttered open, then shut tightly.

He heard the rustling becoming more violent, and his eyes popped open in realization.

Kurt was about to have another night terror.

"No," he heard him say. Then, "No!" Louder this time.

Within seconds, Kurt was thrashing in his bed, Blaine rushing to his side. He was just about to grab him to calm him when he remembered the cuts on Kurt's wrist. What if he made them worse trying to calm Kurt down?

Blaine decided he couldn't risk it.

He pushed the button and within seconds, nurses rushed in and gave Kurt a sedative. This was all too familiar for Blaine. He promised himself that he'd never let Kurt go through this again, and yet, here he was, watching just as helplessly as before while his boyfriend thrashed around in terror.

He'd never felt so useless.

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That same day, Karofsky was walking the halls of McKinley High when he heard voices in the hallway whisper things that stopped him in his tracks.

"The one that says he was attacked..."

"Something about a suicide attempt..."

"He's in the hospital right now..."

There was no denying who they were talking about, and in the end, David knew he couldn't hide that he knew the reason Kurt tried to kill himself. He couldn't even lie to himself and say he didn't understand how one person could feel so shitty that they'd do that to themselves.

And the guilt just kept building up inside him, like a tumor that was slowly sucking the life out of him.

It got even worse the next day, when Kurt was back at school. For a half second, he got to see the bandages on his arms, covered up by long sleeves. He'd done that to him.

But the absolute worst was when Kurt had the inconvenience of having to use the same hallway as him. The pale boy took one look at him, his face crumpled, an so did he, right into Blaine's arms. Karofsky so desperately wanted to say I'm sorry, but what good would that do?

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"Please, let's just go around..." Kurt whispered to Blaine. They'd just ran into Karofsy, and the last thing Kurt wanted to do was look at him, much less use the same hallway as him.

Blaine nodded, guiding him around until they came to the hallway with the choir room. When thy walked in, they were greeted with the sight of Finn and Rachel standing at the front of the room, a stool in front of them.

Blaine led Kurt to the stool and sat him down. "What's going on?" He asked warily.

Finn was the one to answer him. "We all talked about it... And we've decided that we're not letting you deal with this alone. It's not much, but we're gonna help you cope in the best way we know how..."

Kurt scoffed. "I don't need help coping." He said.

"Kurt..." Rachel said softly. "You tried to kill yourself..."

"And what, you don't think I know that?" He crossed his arms, leaning towards her. "I said I'm fine, alright!?"

"Just listen," Finn said. "That's all you have to do..." He pointed to Brad, who started playing a familiar intro.

(Quick note: Finn Rachel Both)

Step one – you say, "We need to talk."
He walks, you say, "Sit down. It's just a talk."
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through

Kurt glared at them. He understood what happened, what he did. He didn't need help coping.

Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
'Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
Pray to God, he hears you
And I pray to God, he hears you

Kurt bit the inside of his lip to keep it from trembling because, god dammit, he was not going to cry.

And where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice

He began to shake as the memories of Karofsky shouting and slamming his fists against the lockers raged through his mind.

Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

How to save a life

When the song was over, Finn and Rachel made their way over to Kurt and wrapped him in their arms.

"Things are gonna get better, I promise." Finn murmured.

Kurt prayed to the god that he didn't even believe in that he was right...

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A/N: wow ok so yeah I haven't updated in forever sorry about that I suck I'm sorry...

It was really hard for me to get the ball rolling again for this chapter but I think I managed to do an ok not so horrible job...

Next chapter: a small group featuring three female singers and a Florence + The Machine song, another song by the fray playing on the radio, and a dark secret of David's is revealed...

Any guesses?

Adios! Until next time!