Kurt's POV

Waking up should not have happened that morning. I felt like I was being beaten with a hammer in some sort of jigsaw trap and all I wanted to do was fall back a sleep, maybe forever.

"Drink this."

I groaned, whoever it was wasn't wasting anytime with annoying me. "Blaine, a couple more minutes."

Someone's hand held my chin tightly; my eyes popping open and meeting familiar green eyes. "Not Blaine."

"Sebastian?"

"Drink." He held up a glass full of a clear substance, water I'm guessing.

I nodded, taking the glass from him and drinking some of it. "Thank you." I sat up to evaluate my surroundings. "This is your house?" To say I was amazed would be an understatement. His bed was large and rounded sitting on top of flawless hardwood flooring. His room was fit for a king, and knowing Sebastian; that fit him well.

Sebastian shook his head picking up the glass. "You can ask questions later Hummel. What do you remember?"

"Nothing." Lie.

"You're lying."

I chuckled under my breath. "You left for 4 years Sebastian, don't come back and think you know me."

"I don't think I know you, I do know you. Some things don't change… Kurt." He sat gently in front of me on his bed, lifting his hand to touch my face. It took me a second to realize he was concentrating on a bruise.

I picked up his hand removing it from my face. "Where did you go? I mean, you could have at least told me you were going, and I came to school the next day and you weren't there. So uh, after school I went to your house and stood on your door step for 2 hours, and nobody ever came." I was rambling at this point, but it didn't truly matter because I just had so much to tell him. "And all of a sudden you just show up and I don't even know what you are doing here…"

"Kurt." His face was straight.

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

My mouth snapped shut. "Sorry."

"Let's make a deal; I tell you my story, you tell me yours." I nod. "Well, it's quite simple actually. I moved to Paris, not so much intentionally, or at all really. It had nothing to do with you. The day we… you know, I um, you went home, and I came down stair and my dad told me to pack my shit up. There wasn't much I could do to really protest."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did. You just still don't know it. I waited all night for you actually; but I had to go, plane was leaving and I was off to a new life without you." He whispered the whole story as if nobody but me and him were supposed to know.

I nodded again. "Ok… it's fine, I'm fine."

"You don't honestly think you can give me the 'I'm fine' speech that you love so much. Come on, we made a deal.

I took a deep breath. "There isn't a story, you left, and my life went on." I slowly removed the covers from my boney legs attempting to move from the bed.

"Is that why you look like a skeleton? Or like you've taken up kick boxing in your spare time."

"Just drop it. I've been stressed out about school and lost a little weight, it's fine."

"It's fine? Ok. It's fine then. Is that why I found you on the bathroom floor of a bar last night? Why you were naked and shaking and pretty much unconscious? In fact, where would you be right now had I not found you?"

"Blaine would have found me." God, Blaine, I forgot about him.

"Who is this Blaine I keep hearing about?" He laughed. "God, you just can't keep him out your mouth. You can take that however you please."

"I need to go."

"You need to eat, you need to rest, and you need to stay away from whoever the hell did this to you, and I'm not letting you go until your safe."

"I am not your problem anymore. You left! You left me and I know it wasn't your fault and I don't blame you but I was here by myself!" I was screaming now. "This is my problem, I'm fine ok…. I'm fine."

"Who are you trying to convince?"

"Just drop it."

"Fine." He shied away from me; hand on his hips as if he was exhausted. "Eat something, and you can go."

He was lying. "Fine." Now so was I.

"Just um… stay here ok?" He left the room silently and I wasted no time pulling on the rest of my clothes. I walked over to the window of the large house, looking over the side; trying to climb down there wouldn't be smart. Next plan, sneak past Sebastian; still not very smart.

"You can do this Hummel." I climbed on top of the window chair looking for a gardening ladder; grabbing hold onto it and praying that I didn't slip. "You're fine, You're fine." I repeated it until I was safe on the ground. Then it hit me. "Kurt, you don't have your fucking car."

I sighed pulling out my phone and walking until I was out of Sebastian's possible view. I scrolled down until I was at Blaine's name before pressing call.

"Hello?" His voice was tired, fuck, I had woken him up. I would pay for that later. "Kurt, where the hell are you?"

"Westerville. Can you just come get me please." I was nervously playing with my jacket string.

"How did you get in Westerville?"

"I don't remember." Lie.

"Fine." He groaned. "I'll be there in an hour."

"Thank you."

I sat on the floor of my bathroom looking down at the knife and the large cuts that marked my arms like a tattoo. Blood gushed though them effortlessly but I could not find the energy too care. I'm fine, I will be.

"Kurt open up." It was Blaine; he did not sound angry, he sounded… like nothing. He masked his feeling better than anyone I had ever known. How could he be so sweet to everyone and then when we were alone he couldn't.

"It's open." I replied weakly.

The door opened quickly and Blaine kneeled down so he was at level with me. "Kurt?"

I looked up to meet Hazel; how could he be so perfect? Why couldn't I.

"Kurt you know what you get don't you."

"Yes."

"Could you be a little less useless?"

"I'm sorry." I stood so that I could sit, back turned away from him. Hard leather hit my back and I flinched almost immediately. "You're useless Kurt. Useless.