Warnings: Self-Harm, Attempted Suicide

Blaine loved Kurt. He really did, but there was one thing he never intended to tell Kurt. Kurt had enough things to worry about. He shouldn't have to worry about Blaine's problems as well.

Blaine got home from glee club and went to his room. It was not a good day and Blaine couldn't take it any more. He had been trying to stop, but the urge was just too strong.

Kurt was out sick today. Blaine had gotten a bad grade on a test he was sure that he aced and he had to deal with a slushie attack. And it wasn't just one slushie, it was the entire football team declaring war on the glee club and almost completely empting the slushie machine.

Blaine went into the bathroom and opened the bottom drawer. He pushed everything out of the way to find his tiny box. Blaine opened it and pulled out one of the razor blades he kept for situations like this, when everything was just too much to handle.

Blaine closed his eyes and pulled the blade across his wrist. It felt so good and he kept dragging the blade across his skin. Eventually, he lost track of how many cuts he had made. Feeling better, Blaine cleaned up and took a shower.

Blaine got up the next morning and got dressed, making sure to wear something with long sleeves in order to avoid questions. Blaine felt guilty for always lying to everyone, but this was his problem to deal with.

Glee club went on as usual. Rachel Berry sung another solo for this week's theme. As Rachel was singing, Blaine realized that he hadn't put any work into this week's assignment, meaning he had a lot of work to do tonight.

Rachel finished singing after everyone gave her the standard applause and sat back down. Mr. Shuster talked some more about plans for regionals until the bell rang. Everyone started to get up and leave the room. Blaine, however, moved slowly, owing to the fact he was still lost in his own world.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's wrist and pulled him to the door, but stopped when Blaine hissed in pain.

"Blaine?"

"I'm fine, Kurt," Blaine insisted. "Let's go."

"I don't believe you."

"Kurt, please, let's go."

"Not until you tell me what's going on."

"Kurt," Blaine pleaded, but it didn't pay. Kurt wasn't going anywhere until Blaine told him what was going on.

"Blaine, please. I just want to help."

You can't, Blaine thought.

"Please, Blaine. Just tell me."

Blaine thought about it. Should he tell him? Blaine knew that he should tell Kurt, but he wasn't quite sure if he would be able to. Blaine wasn't sure why, but he said, "Ok. Let's go somewhere else though."

Kurt led Blaine to the auditorium, with each boy lost in his own thoughts. Blaine was trying to figure out how he was going to tell Kurt. Kurt was preparing himself for the worst, because in all reality, Kurt didn't have a clue as to what Blaine was going to say.

Kurt and Blaine sat in the auditorium. "I really don't know how to say this, Kurt," Blaine said.

"Take your time. You can do it."

After a few minutes, which felt like hours to Kurt, Blaine rolled up his sleeves. Kurt gasped loudly. Out of all the things he thought it could be, this was not one of them.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered.

"I started during my freshman year. The first time. It was horrible and I just couldn't deal with it anymore. I found a razor in my bathroom and –" Blaine drifted off. He just couldn't bring himself to go into details at this point.

Kurt still hadn't said anything besides Blaine's name and that terrified Blaine. He had just screwed up. He should have never told Kurt. Kurt was going to leave now and Blaine knew he wouldn't be able to do that anymore and -.

Blaine's thoughts were interrupted by Kurt's arms wrapping around him. "Thank you for telling me," Kurt said in his ear.

"Y-you don't hate me?"

"Why would I hate you?"

"Just look at me, Kurt. I never told you about this, and never wanted to tell you. Shouldn't you hate me for that?"

"I could never hate you, Blaine."

"But –"

"Just let me say one thing. Please? I love you, Blaine. I really do. And I could never hate you. I think you are beautiful and I know you have been through a lot. Did I think it was this bad? No. But, that doesn't mean I didn't want to know. I am so glad you told me. I don't want there to be secrets between us."

"I-I just don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, Blaine. We're going to get through this."

"Ok."

Two Months Later

With Kurt's help, Blaine was trying to get over his self-harm. But, it wasn't easy, especially after everything that happened with the Warblers. Blaine wasn't going to school, meaning that he was spending his days home alone just waiting for his surgery. It also gave Blaine a lot of time to think, and the longer that Blaine thought about everything that happened, the more upset he got.

Usually, Kurt was able to calm him down before Blaine actually hurt himself. But, Kurt was in school and Blaine just couldn't call and get Kurt out of school. Without thinking too much about it, Blaine went to the bathroom and pulled out a razor. He had gotten rid of most of them, but there were still two that he had yet to get rid of.

Blaine dragged the blade over his wrist again and again. He just kept cutting, until he started to feel dizzy. By the time he realized he had gone too far, it was too late. Blaine had already passed out.

Kurt left school immediately after the final bell rang, just as he always did, so he could get to Blaine's house as soon as he could. Blaine was having a tough time dealing with everything that happened, and honestly, Kurt couldn't blame him. Kurt got into his car and drove to Blaine's house.

He opened the door and walked in, calling out "Blaine, I'm here." Surprised that he didn't get a response, Kurt wandered upstairs to Blaine's room. Kurt started to worry when Blaine wasn't there. Suddenly, an idea struck Kurt and he hoped he was wrong. Kurt walked down the hall to the bathroom and gasped at what he saw.

Blaine was passed out on the floor, in a pool of his own blood. Kurt immediately dropped down to his knees and tried shaking Blaine and calling his name, hoping to get a response to indicate that he was still alive. When Kurt didn't get a response, Kurt pulled out his phone called 911, and waited for the ambulance.

The wait was absolute torture. Kurt's dad had showed up about an hour after Kurt got there, and Kurt was so grateful. He needed strong support right now, and there was no one better than his father.

After a few more hours stuck in the hospital waiting room, Kurt was finally allowed to go back and see Blaine.

"Hey," Kurt said, as he walked into Blaine's room.

Blaine just looked down at the sheets on his bed. "I'm sorry," Blaine whispered.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt said as he walked over to the bed and gave Blaine a hug.

Blaine was crying. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I tried to stop, but I couldn't and –"

Kurt just held Blaine as he sobbed.

"It's going to be ok. We're going to get through this," Kurt assured Blaine.

Author's Note:

I really hope everyone else's week is less stressful than mine, because it's just absolutely insane here. But anyway, thank you to everyone has reviewed, favorited, and put this on alert. Please consider leaving a review and letting me know what you think.