So it's been awhile, huh? I just ended up really bored with this, and wasn't sure if I was going to continue. I got wrapped up in some other stuff I enjoyed writing more, and well...yeah.

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of child abuse, discussions of suicide

He couldn't take it anymore. Three weeks. Three weeks without Kurt. He tried calling Kurt, left countless voicemails. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. He tried to make Kurt understand he was sorry. Kurt needed to know how sorry he was, how much he regretted this, how much he wishes he could turn back time. It was stupid, it was a mistake. But he wasn't listening. Blaine tried calling Rachel, she didn't answer him either. He even tried Santana and Finn. Nothing. Nobody cared about him, not even the people he thought were his friends. The entire Glee Club...they didn't care. Half of them hadn't even taken the time to know him. Kitty. Marley. Ryder. Jake. They literally had no idea who he was, they didn't miss him. Mr. Shue didn't care, and neither did Miss Pillsbury. If Mr. Shue cared, he would have tried to talk to Blaine, he would have made an effort. Blaine had always thought that Mr. Shue was kind, that he cared about the kids he taught. Wrong. Wasn't it Miss Pillsbury's job to help students in need? Well she was a failure. His father didn't even care. He never had, and never ever would. He tried calling Cooper. Always voicemail. His big-shot brother was too busy for him, just like always. Nobody cared, not a single, solitary person. Nobody cared how he felt, nobody bothered to ask him if he was okay. They all knew about what had happened before. They all knew that he'd been down this road before. But they ignored him. They ignored the sad eyes. The tired, too thin face. The dark half-moons under his eyes. The bruises his father gave him. They ignored everything. The people he thought cared about him...they didn't care. They didn't care...

And so here he was. Curled up or his bed, clutching his phone tightly. Wishing someone would call. Talk him out of what he was considering. He knew nobody would call though. He knew he was stupid for thinking it. Nobody would call, nobody was here to stop him. He could do it now. End it. It could all be over so quickly. He would make it right this time. He wouldn't fail again. And why shouldn't he save himself the pain? He had nothing. No friends, no family, no future. His future had always been Kurt. Whenever he was uncertain. Whenever he stressed about his grades or extracurriculars, if they were good enough to get him in NYADA. He always knew he would have Kurt. If he didn't get into college, he would have Kurt. If he didn't make it big on Broadway, he would have Kurt. Kurt would always be there for him, he had promised. But Kurt had lied, he wasn't there anymore. So he had nothing to live for, nothing to keep him anchored. It was pointless. Everything was pointless. Everything was endless pain. But he could end the pain. Right now if he wanted too. So he got out of bed, joints protesting at the sudden movement painfully. He walked slowly to the kitchen. He picked up a knife and collapsed to the floor, banging his head several times against the cabinets. Steadying his breathing, he gripped the knife tighter in one hand. Not yet though. He had one more thing to do. With his free hand, he dug his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled through his contacts. One more try. He called Kurt. Nothing. He didn't expect Kurt to pick up, he wasn't even sure why he'd tried. He tried one more call. Burt. He'd always been like a father to Blaine, a better father than his own. Blaine hadn't talked to him since the break-up though. He'd been too ashamed, too afraid of what Burt would say to him. But he had to say he was sorry to one more person. He had to let Burt know how sorry he was for hurting his son. And if he didn't pick up, Blaine would just leave a note...

Burt was sitting on the couch, watching a football game with Finn when his phone rang. Sighing, he dug the phone out of his pocket. Hopefully it wasn't another business call, he'd had far too many tonight. He brow furrowed as he checked the caller ID. It was Blaine. Why in the world was Blaine calling him so late?

"Be right back," Burt called over his shoulder to Finn, already making his way out to the covered back porch.

He answered the call.

"Blaine, you there? What's going on?"

"Oh...hey Burt. Didn't think you'd pick up. Thought you'd still be mad...well, you probably are. I just, um, wanted to tell you how sorry I was. For everything. For hurting Kurt especially. I don't think anyone really understands how horrible I feel about it...But I guess they're right. I guess I don't really deserve to be here anymore. I'm stupid, I'm just one huge mistake. So I guess I'm also calling to say...goodbye...,"

What shocked Burt the most was Blaine's voice. He sounded horrible, his voice was dry and cracked, and he had been crying recently...

"Blaine! Blaine, listen to me. Stay on the line, okay. What do you mean goodbye? Where are you right now?", Burt asked, trying to hide the panic in his voice.

"I'm in my kitchen. I've got the knife in my hand...I'm ready, really I am. Nobody cares...it's over for me. I don't have Kurt anymore. He won't answer my calls...I've tried so many fucking times. I'm nothing without him. I don't have friends either...they're all gone. They don't care. Nobody does..."

"Blaine, you are not worthless. You aren't nothing. People care about you, they really do. Please don't do this, okay? Drop the knife, please. I'm on my way to your house right now. We're going to make things right, okay?"

"No...no. It's over, really it is. Kurt will never forgive me...It pointless. All of this. It just hurts too much. I'm sorry...really sorry. Goodbye...", Blaine said, and with that, hung up.

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