A/N: Hey guys! So you would not believe, but not only am I giving you this chapter, but I actually have two more completely written! Isn't that crazy? This story is just making its way out of me and onto the paper. I'm really excited for you guys to find out what happens. I finished the outline last night, and it is crazy. It's gonna be a pretty epic ending. Just stick around with me and hang on for the ride.

I'd like to send out thanks to all my reviewers, and to my friend Elisa, who's been there since the start. This one's for you girl! I dedicate this chapter of the story to anyone who is struggling out there. I know it seems silly, but it really does get better. And I'm always here if you need someone to talk to. Message me or drop a review, I love hearing what you guys are thinking!

Disclaimer: Yeah, don't own Glee. (Not yet anyways.)

Enjoy!

That night, sleep evaded Blaine. He thought on all the pictures, and the obituary he had committed to memory now. There were pieces missing. Blaine's heart hurt for the kid who he had obviously known. How had he died? A freak accident? Murder? What had happened to this kid? And why did Blaine feel such a strong pull towards him?

Blaine flipped over onto his side and moaned, crushing the pillow into his face. Sleep was overrated anyways, right? Sitting up, Blaine rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to the darkness. They immediately fell on the box Blaine had left sitting on his desk. Well, maybe one quick look wouldn't hurt. So Blaine crawled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed the box from his desk. Fishing through it, Blaine searched for three things. He pulled out Kurt's obituary, the picture of the two boys hugging and smiling, but the family picture was nowhere to be found. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. He had just seen it, and had hoped that it may have helped him to piece together the puzzle of his life. But now it was gone.

Suddenly, an idea came to Blaine. Why not just search the kid on Facebook? Everyone had a Facebook right? Blaine grabbed his laptop from its spot beside the bed and sat cross legged up against the headboard. Typing Kurt's name into the search bar, many matches came up. Several faces from several places, a list of at least twelve Kurt Hummel's. But three down from the top, Blaine found his Kurt. Pulling up the page, Blaine saw only nine friends, five of which had the last name Hummel and were obviously family members. But the rest of the page was consumed with threats. Taunting towards Kurt, towards his family. Blaine scrolled down and read each and every one of them. Some of them were especially hurtful. By the end, Blaine was in tears at the thought of even having to live through one day as Kurt, much left a life of it.

No, Blaine was not in favor of suicide. But he wasn't going to lump it together with the people calling it a selfish decision. No, the selfishness was in the people who saw it happening, and chose not to do anything about it in fear that it might have an effect on their own lives. Blaine pitied Kurt, and the awful life he had obviously had. Digging deeper, Blaine continued to search for the connection between Kurt and himself.

He found pictures of Kurt. Upon a few glances at well, several, Blaine concluded that Kurt was rather attractive. He obviously had a strong love for fashion. His hair and skin care was about as close to perfect as you could get. He obviously took great pride in the way he looked. Despite what he was going through, at least he looked nice.

The final place Blaine ventured was Kurt's about me. He was almost scared at what he might find there. But there was nothing. Only a hyperlink, of which Blaine was even more scared. But he clicked on it anyways.

The website opened into a new tab where Blaine found a black background. A blog it looked like. Kurt's blog. For some reason unknown to Blaine, he decided to skip the first post. He decided to save it for later, after he had read everything else. If it had been suicide, Blaine didn't want to know until the end. So Blaine clicked the next button, and began to read. He read all the heartfelt words about loss and about pain and loneliness. Blaine cried through the entire thing, struggling to muffle his sobs so as to not alert his parents to what he was doing. Somehow Blaine didn't think they would approve. Blaine scrolled through years' worth of entries. He saw the highs and the lows of being Kurt. Blaine was sure that he had never known anyone as well as he knew Kurt now. Why was it that someone could be so open and honest when the rest of the world was hiding behind masks and smiles? Blaine saw the good days and the bad days. He got insight into Kurt's mind. Every day it seemed that Kurt had written something. Some were poems, some were true journal entries, and some were just lists. Some of people, some of pros and cons, of what exactly Blaine wasn't sure.

Blaine scrolled all the way through the bottom. He knew he would regret not trying to go back to sleep during class tomorrow, but Kurt was so intriguing Blaine couldn't pull himself away from it. When he reached the last post, Blaine took a breath before reading, trying to let everything he had learned in the past few days sink in. There were still some missing pieces, yes, but slowly everything was falling into place. Kurt was becoming less and less of a mystery every minute.

Opening the last post, Blaine found it to be a poem. These had so far allowed the best glimpse of Kurt. Somehow, Kurt had a way of writing so that he was admitting far more than he would in a regular post. It was just encrypted, giving Blaine a struggle trying to decipher it.

But after reading the first few lines, Blaine gasped. This was not a poem like the others. This was a poem of happier times. A poem of friendship and life. It was as if another person entirely had written it. It was longer than the others. Continuing reading, Blaine saw the jump. It was if one second Kurt was talking about being best friends with an incredible understanding person, then the person was snatched away from him. Kurt began to write about something being stripped away and taken before its time. Blaine reached the end. But even the ending was strange. It wasn't a true line like the rest of the poem. It was two words, mashed together, as if Kurt had typed it very fast, but the meaning was the same.

"Comeback."

Blaine nodded and sighed again. He had been doing a lot of that lately. Blaine began to scroll through the rest of the entries once more. He was about halfway back through when he heard footsteps in the hallway. Slamming the laptop shut as quietly as he could manage, Blaine shoved it under the covers and pulled the blanket back over him, mimicking sleep. The door opened and his mother stepped in. She glanced over at Blaine and stepped quietly over towards Blaine's desk. Blaine held his breath, hoping she wouldn't see the box of Kurt's things. He watched her from under the covers as she slipped her hand under his jacket and pulled out the box. Blaine swallowed hard. Then, he watched in confusion as his mother reached into her pocket and pulled out a picture. Slipping it into the box, she recovered the box. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. His mother turned around and Blaine hurriedly shut his eyes, breathing in and out slowly. Mrs. Anderson stepped over to Blaine and to Blaine's surprise, reached down and smoothed her hand over his hair. Then she headed towards the door. Stepping halfway out, she turned back around and whispered, "At least we still have you. We're the lucky ones." Then she was gone.

Rolling over onto his back, Blaine opened his eyes to stare at his ceiling. It didn't take long for him to get up and walk over to the box. Opening it slowly, he pulled out the new entry.

Blaine's fingers turned white when he saw the image of the picture. It was the family picture that had been missing. Blaine's mother's words echoed in his head once more.

"At least we still have you. We're the lucky ones."

Things had just gotten even more confusing.

Whoa. Yeah, that's right. I jsut did that. And I'm sorry, but it gets a little more twisted before you actually figure out what's going on.

Review maybe? I'd love to hear your thoughts on the story, but even more I want to hear YOUR story. What does this story make you think about? Have you overcome an experience that changed your life? I'd love to hear it.

Love and hugs to you all until next time! (Which won't be long because I've already writen it!)

Olivia

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