Angst alert! And yes, my terrible plot skills.

"Dumm dum dum." Blaine hummed, dancing around his room, exercising as his lounged left and right, in a pretty goofy mood today. Kurt had been really sweet and mellow these few weeks, after he nailed his NYADA audition. A sudden surge of confidence was injected into Kurt, wearing his best outfits everyday and looking like a perfectly baked piece of perfection, his future was bright and his mind was all about Blaine and him living in New York; walking down their special café which sells sickeningly cheap coffee that tasted like heaven, finding a special area in their local park where their dog would roll in the ray of sunlight, holding hands while striding down the pride parade, dressed in their most fabulous outfit they had. Blaine's eyes always sparkled in delight as Kurt placed him in the future together, rolling his eyes when he thanked him for that, following a lovely makeout session full of cheesy I-love-you's.

Blaine was looking forward to that again today – he could never get tired of talking about the future with Kurt, the colors and pictures they painted with words stayed vividly in his mind. He smiled when his phone light up with a message from Kurt.

From Babe: Blaine.

Heyy Kurt!

From Babe: Blaine..

Yes? What is it baby?

Kurt did not reply for another 10 minutes, very unusual for him when he initiated the conversation first. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows in worry, a queasy feeling in his stomach.

Baby?

From Babe: Sorry, was talking to my Dad.. Can you.. come over please? I need you.

What's wrong babe. I'm getting worried. I'm in a cab.

From Babe: I'll tell u when u get her

Blaine was starting to get really worried. Kurt never used short forms or missed any punctuation in his texts. What exactly happened? He hurried the cab driver, constantly checking his phone for replies, feet tapping anxiously. He was absolutely glad their parents had let him stay at Cooper's condo in Lima this week, reaching in just under half an hour. Blaine hurried up to the porch, a looming feeling he had in his stomach never left him.

"Blaine?" Carole's voice spoke behind the door.

"Yes Carole, it's me. Kurt told me to-"

"Blaine.." Kurt appeared behind her, eyes red and absolutely wrecked. His face that he tried so hard maintaining calm for the half an hour, broke right in front of his eyes, arms reaching out limply before sobbing hard into his neck.

"Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed, alarmed. "Kurt what's happened?" He could only hear the heartbreaking sobs that were making his heart ache, the boy shaking like a leaf in his arms. He looked at Burt's grim face, eyeing a piece of paper on the table.

"NYADA.." Kurt could only say so much, before Blaine felt his chest rising and falling far too quickly for comfort. His legs were giving way, making Blaine feel a bit light headed himself.

"Kurt look at me. Breathe. Calm down and breathe Kurt. It's okay. It's gonna be okay." Blaine guided them to the couch before Kurt collapsed on the floor instead, hugging him tightly.

"UGHHHH!" Kurt screamed, reaching for the letter and ripped it apart angrily, the pieces of re jec tion floating to the floor as he threw it far away, reaching for the brown envelope and tore it apart as well. He didn't care the string he wound around his fingers were cutting into his skin, the letter that had cut his palms, absolutely going berserk at how much rejection he had gotten in his life until now. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. He had been robbed of his mother, his right to love, taunted and teased everyday, almost lost his father, and now, he was stripped of his dreams and future.

"Kurt. Stop." Blaine admonished gently, seeing blood where the rope had broken his skin, quickly unwinding them and brought his knuckles up for a gently kiss. "It's-"

"Shut. The fuck up Blaine!" Both the adults looked at him, not knowing how to react.

"It's NOT okay! I nailed my audition. I. FUCKING. NAILED. IT. I got rejected all my life, Blaine. I was rejected from my friends. I was rejected by my whole high school. I'm rejected by the society. I was rejected my post as Class President. I was rejected from my role as Tony. Everything I value in my life and put so much hard work in is ripped out of my chest and threw in my face. You don't know a single shit about being rejected as much as I do."

Kurt finished his angsty speech, torn between wanting to hug Blaine and getting up and leaving the room. He decided for the latter.

Blaine held his hand softly after he shot up from the couch, not saying anything. He brought them up to Kurt's room and sat them down. He mumbled an apology, his eyes already misted up from his tears when Kurt was shouting in his face. "You're right. I don't. But Kurt, don't push me away. Please?"

Kurt was back in his arms again, sobbing sorries. "I'm sorry.. I don't mean to shout at you.."

"Let it all out Kurt." Blaine soothed the back of Kurt, secretly vowing he would keep Kurt happy for the rest of his life.

"Blaine.. I opened the letter at school.. " Kurt started, Blaine not knowing what to expect. "I got really, really depressed.. And I saw Rachel acceptance letter and I ran.. She got in, Blaine. She choked at her audition and she got in. I couldn't take how unfair it is.."

"She'll understand, Kurt."

"I ran, Blaine.. I ran to the toilet. I was so upset I didn't think what was happening and I'm so sorry..."

"What? What are you talking about?" Blaine was thrown off the tracks again, trying to piece the puzzle pieces.

"I.. started having the flashbacks of all the things I said downstairs..and.. I took..my nail file." Kurt curled into himself, feeling shame of what he had done. "I'm so sorry, Blaine.. I thought it would make me feel better."

"Kurt.. Did you..self harm..?" Blaine looked into the eyes of his broken boy that nodded, a sob coming from his own throat.

"Oh my god Kurt."

"I'm really sorry.. I wasn't thinking correctly. I just, out of anger.. Of my life.."

"Kurt, please don't do it again."

"Don't tell my Dad.."

"Please at least tell Carole about it?"

"NO! She's tell Dad!"

"Kurt. This is serious. I don't want to find you somewhere in the apartment bleeding from something you did to yourself intentionally. This may be just a one time thing, but it may not be. Please Kurt. You need someone close everyday who can help you share your worries and keep you safe." Blaine pleaded, looking down at Kurt's left wrist, spotting a light raw cut. He felt a slash through his heart. "Kurt. What you're doing to yourself.. It's not helping the anger you have. It's dangerous and it hurts everyone around you too."

"And especially me.." Blaine continued in a whisper. "Seeing you get harmed by others is bad enough. I just.. What if I picked the pen knife on your desk right now?"

"NO!" Kurt's tears spilled at the ache in his chest.

"We have to tell someone before it progresses. For you to even..have those thoughts. God, I can't even..I.. Please don't.." Blaine begged, clutching Kurt too tight. "I've lost a friend that way.. I want my boyfriend to be my future husband, okay?"

Kurt hated it. Kurt hated his head. The stupid head for being so rational and agreeing. Now he's beside Carole, Blaine clutching his palm. He never thought those words would come out of his mouth. Never in a million years that he thought how strong he was, something pushed him to the edge for him to do this. But he knew Blaine would be there to catch him if he falls.

"I cut myself."

We all have our moments of weakness. It's okay to seek help or cry in front of someone. Please know you're loved.

-simplyKlaine