So here's another update. Hope you enjoy. Sorry if the dialogue seems at all out of character.

Also, this fic might contain some side Finchel, not really positive on that yet.

Nearly a half an hour after the call, Burt finally allowed himself to collapse in the waiting room chair, drumming his fingers on his knee and letting out deep breaths and trying to keep himself steady. Finn was sitting next to him, fidgeting with his phone, still trying to get a hold of Kurt. They'd both been trying ever since getting into the car to race (blatantly ignoring the posted speed limits) to Blaine's house, the ambulance already on its way there. But Kurt wasn't answering. Finn blew out a deep breath, shutting his eyes.

"I'm gonna go call...Rachel. She'll probably know where Kurt is and why he's not answering...," he managed to get out before getting up and wandering back outside.

It was another lazy night of cuddling up and watching movies with popcorn for Rachel and Brody. They were in the middle of a marathon of their favorite Broadway classics, giggling as they mouthed the words to their favorite parts and lip-synched the words to all the songs. Santana was sprawled in the chair in the corner, throwing the two annoyed looks every once in a while before going back to being totally absorbed in her phone. Halfway through their third movie, Rachel's phone began ringing. Checking her caller ID, expecting it to be Kurt, she felt her mouth drop open when she realized it was Finn calling. Throwing a confused (and slightly worried) glance at Brody and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, she retreated to her room and answered.

"Um, hi Finn...What's up?" Rachel asked worriedly, Finn wouldn't be calling her if it wasn't important. He was the one that was mad at her, and even if she was in a relationship with Brody, she still cared about Finn and wanted things to be okay between them.

"Do you have any clue where Kurt is? Burt and I've been trying to get a hold of him for hours and he's not picking up...It's really important,"

"He's, uh, out with Adam...at a club or something. What's so important though? I know that you wouldn't be calling...me...if it wasn't important,"

She could hear Finn sigh on the other side of the line, and he was silent for a few seconds before speaking up, "It's just...Blaine. He called Burt about an hour ago in, like, hysterics. He, um, tried to kill himself tonight. We, uh, we think we got there in time, but we're still not sure if he's gonna pull through. Thought Kurt would wanna know,"

Rachel felt the beginnings of tears prickle behind her eyes. She couldn't believe that Blaine would do that. I mean, they all knew about his past, and about how rough things had been for him before, but he'd always seemed so...strong. None of them had know the broken Blaine, the drug addicted, alcoholic, self-harming Blaine. The only Blaine they knew was the sweet, caring boyfriend. The confident vocalist on the fast-track to an incredible career on Broadway. God, she'd had no idea he was taking all this so hard. If she'd known...maybe she would've helped. Sure, she was pissed at him for hurting Kurt, but if she'd known he'd been getting so bad as to try to kill himself, she would have tried to patch things over...

"Rachel? You still there?"

Finn's voice shook her out of her daze, "Oh, yeah. Still here. I'll, um, try and get a hold of him too, or else I'll tell him when he gets back...If anything happens, call me, please. I know your mad at me, but I still care about Blaine, even after all that's happened," Rachel replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Alright, I'll keep you posted. Call me back when you get a hold of Kurt. Bye,"

Rachel grabbed a box of tissues off her nightstand and made her way back to their living room, dabbing her eyes as she walked in. Brody gave her a surprised, questioning look, pausing the movie.

"Everything okay?"

"Not really. A friend of ours, Kurt's ex actually...he tried to kill himself tonight, and you know...nobody is sure if he'll be okay or not,"

Brody got up, pulling Rachel in a tight hug and leading her back to the couch, rubbing comforting circles in her back. Santana got up as well, moving to sit on the couch next to the two.

"I'm sure the hobbit will be fine, he always is," she said, giving Rachel a sad smile and wiping her own, slightly misty, eyes.

They sat there for a few minutes in silence, Brody's silence more than a little awkward, not knowing what to say to the two girls. Rachel couldn't help but remember all the times her and Mercedes had listened on as Kurt had gushed over Blaine when their relationship was nothing more than a dream. She remembered all the great times they'd had together with Kurt, going on double dates and hanging out at the Lima Bean. All the competitions, winning Nationals. Even Santana was thinking about him. The time she hid a tape recorder in her cleavage to prove Sebastian had nearly blinded him. The time him and Kurt had sang to her during the whole coming out fiasco. Sure, she'd insulted them after, but it really had helped. But the two of them kept going back to the day Blaine had revealed everything to them. The day he'd dredged up all the painful things from his past and been honest. They should have seen all this coming. They should have known that Blaine would go back to that dark place when Kurt broke up with him. They should have made sure he was okay.

Finally breaking the silence, Brody spoke up, "Does Kurt know yet?"

Rachel shook her head, "Nobody can get a hold of him. Finn and Burt having been trying since they found out."

Giving her an encouraging smile and pulling her closer, Brody put the movie back on play, "Santana's right, I'm sure everything will be fine."

A few more hours passed before the large sliding doors opened to raucous laughter that could only be Kurt and Adam. Kurt unfurled his scarf and shrugged off his coat, hanging both of them up near the door. Adam did the same, going into the kitchen to get some drinks while Kurt made his way to their makeshift living room. His eyes widened when he saw Rachel, Santana, and Brody curled up on the sofa, coffee table in front of them littered with used tissues, all with grim looks on their face. Rachel shot up and sped over to Kurt, eyes red and slightly puffy.

"Kurt! Where the hell have you been! We've been trying to call you for hours, and you weren't answering."

Kurt's smile faltered, "My phone was on vibrate...what's going on?", he questioned, swallowing past the rapidly forming lump in his throat.

"It's Blaine, Kurt. He...he, um...well he tried to kill himself tonight. Finn called me a few hours ago and told me, they've been trying to call you since they found out."

Kurt's heart sunk. Oh God. He collapsed in one of the chairs, eyes staring blank with shock. Hands trembling, he dug his phone out of his pocket. Missed calls from Finn and his dad. Scrolling down he noticed another. One missed call from Blaine from hours ago. Oh God, Blaine had tried to call him. He hadn't answered, hadn't even know.

"I-is he g-g-going to be alright," Kurt asked, dreading the answer.

"We don't know. Finn hasn't called back with any news...I, um, looked up plane tickets, I wasn't sure if you'd want to go...but there's a flight leaving in a few hours with tickets left if your interested."

Kurt could only manage a nod. Everything was crashing around him. Oh God. Please let this just be a dream, a terrible, horrible, awful dream...

Don't know when the next update will be, depends on when I hit writer's block on my other stories :)

Next chapter will probably be everyone else finding out, like Sam, Tina, and Brittany.

Bye for now!