Chapter 5! Cheesy ending, I know. It's 2 am and I literally just finished writing, so my brain's about to explode. Anyways, hope everyone enjoys! As always, thanks everyone for reading/rating/favoriting/reviewing this :D & Double thanks to those who're also reading my other fic. -Much love, xoxo

I ran into my room and shut the door, not bothering to lock it. I took a deep breath before walking into my bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. I could tell Blaine was at the bottom of the stair case when he yelled for me. "Kurt?" I ignored him and reached under my cabinet for my pills. I had them hidden so it took me a little while to find them. I opened the bottle and poured some out in my hand, staring at them. There were about eight of them, lying in the palm of my hand. That's when I heard Blaine knock on my door.

"Kurt?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but for some reason I couldn't. Words wouldn't come out. He knocked on the door and called for me again, but I still didn't say a word. I just stared at the pills. I reached for the glass that was sitting on my sink, and I filled it up with water. I took one pill from my hand and swallowed it, hearing him knock once more. I took two more pills, crying as I heard him yell for me.

"Kurt, please open the door," Blaine yelled.

I stared at the rest of the pills in my hand, taking three more of them, leaving two in my palm. I stared at myself in the mirror for a few minutes. I started feeling a little drowsy, and I started to panic. I sat in the floor with my head in my hands for a few more minutes as Blaine continued to yell for me. I started feeling sick to my stomach, and soon started throwing up. I cried as I threw up, knowing something had gone wrong. I'd never taken this many pills in a row before, and I was feeling really funny. I started to panic as it got harder to breathe. When I stopped throwing up, I sat against the wall, breathing heavily.

After about fifteen minutes of standing outside of Kurt's bedroom door, yelling and knocking to get him to open it, I was angry. I was also feeling completely stupid, because I hadn't even tried to open the door. I reached down and felt even dumber when it opened. He hadn't even locked the door. I walked into his room and looked everywhere for him. He wasn't in there. I stared at his bathroom door, and noticed the light from the little crack at the bottom of the door. I knocked on the door, calling for him.
"Kurt?" I yelled. No answer.

I reached down to open the door, and let out a sigh of relief when it opened easily. I pushed it open slowly, and looked down at the ground. I saw Kurt, slumped against the wall with his eyes closed, and my heart stopped. I felt my eyes grow wide as I fell onto the floor next to him.

"Kurt? Kurt, please, wake up. Kurt?" I begged, beginning to cry. I laid my hand across his chest to feel the rise and fall, sighing when I knew he was still breathing. I reached up and stroked his cheeks, crying harder when he didn't respond. He had passed out. I looked up on the counter and saw an empty bottle of weight pills lying there, and I let out a loud sob. Kurt had overdosed. I looked back down at Kurt and my gaze went immediately to his closed palm. I reached down and forced it open, sobbing again when I saw two capsules in his hand. I reached into my back pocket and dialed 911.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I was sitting on a hospital bed, in a stupid hospital gown. I blinked a few times until my vision was clearer, and I turned and noticed Blaine next to me. He was sitting beside the bed in a chair, holding my hand gently. He was crying and smiling at me, saying my name.

"Kurt? Kurt, oh god, you're awake," he sobbed, gripping my hand tighter.

I heard the door open and looked up, seeing my dad walk in with Finn right behind him.

"Kurt, son." My dad said, walking up to my bed. I could tell he had been crying, and it almost looked as if Finn was too.

"Hey," I whispered, my voice cracking. I laughed a little at the way it sounded. They all smiled at me. "Wait, what happened?" I said, furrowing my eyebrows. All I remembered was…oh…I had taken the pills. I remembered throwing up and sitting against the wall. After that everything went blank.

"You…overdosed," my dad said sadly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Oh…right…" I whispered, looking down at Blaine's hand that was entwined with mine.

"Well, I, uh, have to talk to the doctor, so I'm going to leave you boys alone…c'mon Finn," dad said, patting Blaine on the shoulder before walking out.

"Why did you do it?" Blaine asked sadly as soon as the door shut.

"Bullying. To be skinny," I shrugged as if it was obvious.

"But Kurt, you are skinny. You're beautiful, and thin, and absolutely perfect in every way, Kurt," Blaine whispered, scooting closer to me and gripping my hand tighter.

"Dave said—"

"Why would you listen to him? He's so wrong. He's jealous, Kurt," Blaine continued.

I nodded, knowing Blaine was right. I was ashamed of how stupid I was. "It was just a habit, Blaine…I'm so sorry," I whispered, starting to cry.

"Habit?" Blaine asked.

"I started taking them in sophomore year when Dave started saying really terrible things, and I started to believe him. He kept on, and then I met you, and I thought you'd never like me if I wasn't skinnier, so I started taking more of them."

"Why would you think that for a second? You know I liked you, I was just too…nervous and stupid to say anything," Blaine interrupted again.

"I know now, but it was just, Dave told me I wasn't good enough for you, and I never would be if I was fat, and I was just really stupid, and they made me feel better." I shrugged. "Don't try to make sense out of it, because you can't. I told you, you wouldn't understand. I don't even understand," I whispered, closing my eyes tightly, allowing more hot tears to fall down my cheeks. I gasped when I felt Blaine bring his hands up to cup my cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs, leaning in to kiss me gently. I moved over to the edge of the bed, giving Blaine room to lie next to me. He climbed in next to me and held my hand tightly and started to sing.

"We'll do it all, everything, on our own. We don't need anyone or anything

If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world

I don't quite know how to say how I feel

Those three words are said too much, they're not enough

If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world

Forget what we're told, before we get too old, show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time chasing cars around our heads"

I squeezed Blaine's hand tightly as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. I smiled at him and kissed his nose before he continued the song. I stared at his eyes the entire time, listening to every word.

"I need your grace to remind me to find my own

If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world

Forget what we're told, before we get too old, show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am, all that I ever was is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where, confused about how as well, just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?"

"You saved my life, you know? If you hadn't come in there…" Kurt trailed off, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his face into my chest.

"Shh, I know. But I was there, and you're okay now," I whispered, running my hand through Kurt's hair lovingly.

"You're gonna get better, Kurt. You're never going to take a pill again, and you're going to eat."

Kurt sighed and tilted his face up to look me in the eyes. "I will…only because of you. You give me strength, Blaine. You give me…courage," Kurt said, smiling and leaning in to kiss me.