Second chapter...done! This one is with Kurt and it gets kinda morbid so TRIGGER WARNING on that. I don't own Suicide Room or Glee, but they are both awesome.

Blaine ran all the way home, not even thinking to call Philip. Not even thinking that he lived five miles away. No, nothing else would enter his mind but the sheer humiliation and anxious feeling of what's to come when he goes back to school. Eventually, he reached his house. He leaned against the pillar on their front porch, panting. He didn't want to go right in, in case his parents were there. He didn't want to be questioned about this. He looked at the driveway. Their cars were gone. Of course. They're never home. He flung the door open and bounded up the stairs, ignoring Adda's curious glance. Once he was in his room he collapsed on his bed and started sobbing. He wasn't ashamed, far from it. He knew who he was and he was proud that he could admit it to himself. So… why couldn't anyone else be proud of him? His parents want ignore it and keep thinking they have a "normal" son. Everyone at school thought of it as a joke. Fifty percent of the people that could truly sympathize with him is dead now. And Sebastian… Sebastian fucking Smythe. Blaine thought he finally had a friend. Something more than a friend. But no, he had just thought of Blaine as some little game. Someone that he could get a laugh out of. Blaine had been so stupid!

He slammed his fists into his pillow. He was crying so loudly that he almost didn't hear the ding! that came from his computer. He lifted his head, looking at the screen, blurred from the tears in his eyes. He walked over to see that someone had anonymously sent him a link to a video on Youtube. Begrudgingly, he clicked the link. The title should have been his first hint to slam his laptop shut.

Fag Exposed

Blaine's mind processed it a little too late. The first part of the video was of the scene that had unfolded in the choir room. That was bad enough. He thought it was over but it just transitioned to a crude shadow puppet show of what looked like two men having sex. Blaine couldn't finish the video. He clicked out of the window and shoved his computer away. He stood up with such force that his chair toppled over. He paced his room, hands in his hair. What will he do now? He thought he could go back to school and just play it all off as a joke. The only ones who really saw anything happen were the Warblers and he could tell everyone else they were just spreading some nasty rumor. But now… now he was fucked. Now anyone in the world could see it. He stopped in his tracks. What if his parents saw it? Sure he had told them he was gay, but what if actually seeing it pushed them over the edge? What if someone from one of their jobs saw it? They would kill him if their reputations were destroyed! They were all about success and being on top.

With a surge of anger, at his parents, at Sebastian, he started kicking things over and throwing things around the room. He had just started to grab the edge of his bed to flip it when he heard his computer again. He didn't want to investigate. Didn't want to see other clever ways they chose to mock him. He took a deep breath, straightened his shoulders, and walked over to his desk. He was about to delete whatever was sent to him when he saw the that it was a video chat request. Blaine was cautious. This could end really badly. The other person typed a message:

"Please accept. I'm not here to hurt you. I want to help."

Blaine narrowed his eyes and slowly clicked 'accept'. The window popped up but was black.

"Hello?"

A figure appeared. From what he could see it was a boy about his age. He couldn't really identify anything else because he was wearing a Phantom of the Opera mask.

"H-Hi."

"Hello."

"How- Do I know you? How can you help me? What do you know?"

The other boy visibly flinched. He reached for his keyboard like he was about to leave.

"Wait! I didn't mean to scare you. It's just… I don't really trust anyone right now. Don't take it personally. So...what's your story?"

The mystery boy looked at him for a long time, then typed on the chat:

"I am bleeding… quietly living." Blaine stared at the words, pondering them. He looked back up at the masked man, trying to stare into his eyes. He took a deep breath before typing:

"I am living… quietly bleeding." He didn't know why he wrote that. It seemed kind of morbid and, if he's being honest with himself, gave him a weird, creepy feeling. But he wanted to talk to this guy.

"Do you really bleed?"

Blaine's eyes shot up.

"What?"

"Do you really bleed? Not in the hypothetical, poetic sense. Because I can tell you do. But the very literal, very real sense. Do you take a blade to your pale wrists and slowly drag, watching the beautiful red pour out? Feeling your pulse quicken under your fingertips. Do you ever need a release and take whatever sharp object you can find and maybe find a spot on your otherwise flawless body that could easily be hidden and just have at it? Making little X's, maybe. A symbol for all the kisses you should have gotten but never did? Or maybe deep gashes. Ones that will never fully heal. They will always have a reminder for you to look at when you're feeling down…" Blaine's eyes widened considerably. This has definitely escalated to something more than he is comfortable with.

"I-I don't...I don't do that. Do...do you do that?"

He laughed and held up his arm. "What do you think?" Blaine gasped. There were faint scars going every which way down the inside of his arm. Small, horizontal gashes on his wrist. Long, deep, vertical scars starting from the bottom of his hand and ending down in the crook of his elbow. He had the strange urge to grab the stranger's arm and kiss each and every scar.

"Why would you do that? Nothing is bad enough for you to do this to yourself."

The man scoffed. "You don't know anything about me. I need to do this...or I needed to. It doesn't faze me anymore. The blade isn't my enemy, but it isn't my friend anymore." He dropped his arm and shuffled around. To Blaine's horror, when he his arm was in the frame again, it had a long red stripe running down it. He threw down the bloodstained razor.

"See!? Nothing! It doesn't work anymore! Nothing works anymore."

Once Blaine had calmed down enough to speak, he whispered, "Why? You can talk to me. I've been through hell, too."

"I have seen Hell. You still have innocent enough eyes that I can tell you have not seen Hell. I have stopped with the idea of pain. I am now ready to complete my mission. I plan to kill myself. I'm not sure how just yet. A painless way, I think. It has to be perfect."

Blaine couldn't believe what he had heard.

"How...How could you say that? Life is hard, I won't lie to you. But this isn't the answer."

Mystery guy shook his head, smiling faintly.

"There is no talking me down. I've heard it all. But it's okay. I've made peace with the idea of my passing. I am looking forward to what's to come. I've seen what life has given me and I've been displeased. Now it's time to see what's next. Hopefully it will be better, it has to be better. Death is very beautiful when you think about it. It ends all of your suffering, ends this stage in being human. Because you're born, you live in this wasteland, and then you get the honor of the sweet release of death. I am really proud to be at this stage."

"I-I just don't understand why you would think that way," Blaine sputtered. "I don't believe being a human just means you're waiting for each stage to end. Being given life is what's beautiful. It's the most precious gift that is all yours and you just want to give that away?"

"How can YOU be so naive about the world we live in? I have heard about you, what they did to you. Why would you want to live in a world like that? And you don't even look to pain for comfort. You need something to soothe you. Something to end all of your suffering. And if you do it, yourself then you take away the power those assholes have over you. They can't control your emotions or take your life away. Only you can. Join me, join us."

"Who's 'us'?"

"Me and my followers. My friends. We can show you the light. We make up the Suicide Room. All of us despising this life and waiting for the The Release. You can be one of us, you know."

Blaine looked down, biting his lip. Eyes flitting back and forth, quickly, thinking. He had no friends. Everyone who used to at least give him a passing glance will now look on with disgust. His parents are going to disown him soon enough. He had no one. Nothing left.

"Okay. But can I ask for your name first?"

The boy smiled. "Kurt."

Let me know what you think. Everyone else gets introduced in the next chapter. Please review.