"Okay, I'm on the website. Do you want me to make an avatar?"

"No. First I want you to read about everyone else on here. Get to know what their lives have been like and why they want to end them. Only then can you truly understand that you belong with us. That we understand." Then he signed off and the screen disappeared. Blaine looked around the room, almost expecting him to be there, in his room. He sat back in his chair and let out a long breath. What had he gotten himself into? But at least they accept him. He still doesn't know what he's going to do when he goes back to school. Maybe they can help.

He clicked on the first profile and started reading:

Shining_Star: I have always needed to be perfect. Great isn't good enough for me. Nothing is good enough. I'm not good enough. I'm a failure.

Q: I was having the best high school experience until I got pregnant at 16. I had to give her up for adoption, but not before my father kicked me out. So I'm a failure as a mother and a daughter.

Big Diva: I have had multiple eating disorders. I was a cheerleader and needed to lose weight so I stopped eating and became anorexic. When I quit the team I was an emotional eater. I've been hospitalized 3 times and now my stomach and mind are screwed up.

Invisible_Face: I have hyperactive anxiety and depression. I am undiagnosed bipolar. I have a stutter and I shy away but at other times I scream in people's face and can't keep my mouth shut. I have no friends.

BadassMoFohawk: Long story short, my dad ran out on me as a kid, mom's never home, been to juvie twice. I've never had any real friends or relationships and I trust no one.

QuarterbackCan'tDance: I had only relied on a football scholarship and didn't get it. I was in show choir but couldn't dance and my voice wasn't phenomenal. I don't think I'll amount to anything.

Situ-Asian: There's too much pressure. Society pressures me to be in shape/good looking. My dad pressures me to get perfect grades and become a doctor like him. Just the stereotypical life of an asian teen.

PapaWheely: I have been paralyzed and in a wheelchair since I was 9. I'm fed up with needing help with everything. I want to be taken seriously but I never will

Bitchy-two-shoes: I'll admit it, I used to be the school slut. There were few guys that hadn't seen me naked. Then I fell in love with my best friend...who's a girl. I tried to tell my abuela, but she wouldn't have that and disowned me. To top it all off, my friend is dating a guy.

Lady Tubbington: I'm not that smart. Everyone makes fun of me for it. I'm always confused but right now I'm even more confused. I think I like boys and girls. But I don't want to give people another reason to laugh at me.

Alright-Alright: My family has been struggling with money for a while now. My brother and sister were taken by DHS not too long ago and my parents couldn't cope so they turned to alcohol. They resented me for not taking care of the family and when I stripped to help pay they just called me a worthless stripper and kicked me out. Now I have no family and no home.

Blaine stared at the page for a long time. He let it all sink in. These people have gone through some really hard times, like he was. Some were worse. He really felt for these people he had never met, never heard of until today. He closed his laptop and flopped down on his bed. He settled in, although it was only the early afternoon, and drifted off, wondering when he would be able to talk to Kurt again.

Blaine awoke to the sound of his mother stumbling in the house. He looked at his watch and saw that it was only a little after five in the morning. He heard her slam the door and bump into furniture. She was most likely still drunk from wherever she was last night. Seeing that he wasn't going to get anymore sleep, he got up and headed downstairs. He walked into the kitchen and saw her slumped on one of the barstools, head in her hands. He set about making some toast and got some aspirin out of one of the cabinets. He placed the bottle and a glass of water in front of her and started buttering his toast. She looked up and turned to glare at her son.

"I'm not hungover," she slurred.

Blaine scoffed. "Yeah, not yet. You're still drunk. I was trying to help." He grabbed his plate and ventured in the direction of the living room, listening to his mother mumble something about how she doesn't need help, she needs a more appreciative family, under her breath. He was about to turn on the TV when his father burst in, looking frazzled, shirt rumpled and lipstick stains on his neck. Blaine looked him up and down.

"Did you go to the same party mom did? You look hungover as well." His father jumped when he heard his voice.

"Uh, no. I don't know what you're talking about. Why are you up so early? Where's mom?" Blaine pointed to the kitchen. His father quickly glanced in the direction and bolted up the stairs. Blaine rolled his eyes. If they were going to be so blatant about cheating on each other, why do they act surprised that they might get caught? He decided right there that if there was anything wrong with him, something that would make him fit right in, in the Suicide Room, then his parents were partially to blame.

He took a deep breath as he got out of his car and started walking toward the school. He told himself just to keep to the shadows and stay as quiet as possible and the day might be bearable. But luck was not on his side. The second he put his hand on the door handle, someone stopped him by putting their hand on the door, keeping it closed. He looked up and saw Karofsky with some of the other football players standing around him. Shit.

"What, Karofsky?"

The bigger man chuckled. "You know, I've been meaning to talk to you, Anderson. We all saw the video and I have to say, that's pretty impressive."

Blaine sighed and looked down. "What's impressive?"

"That you can get that hard that fast. Especially since it was just from having another guys dick grind on yours." The others laughed and high fived. Blaine just breathed heavily through his nose and glared at his shoes.

"I don't see why you think that's impressive. Aren't you used to it?" That shocked Karofsky just long enough for him to drop his hand and for Blaine to escape inside. He ran all the way to his first class, not looking back. He's gonna have to pay for that later but right now he just wants to get through each of his classes without getting torn apart emotionally. He was already holding back tears from Karofsky's comment.

By the end of the day he felt pretty confident that people were going to let it go. No one had made any comments in any of his classes and he avoided eye contact with everyone in the halls. But now he stands in front of the doors to the choir room. Should he go in? Is he even allowed in anymore? Does he want to be? They are all stereotypical heterosexual teen boys. Afraid that if there's a gay in the room, they'll be undressed with his eyes and hit on constantly. He doesn't want to have to deal with that but he also doesn't want to make them uncomfortable. And then there's the subject of Sebastian. He wants to confront him. Scream in his face until he can't anymore. But at the same time, Sebastian is very intimidating and manipulative. He made Blaine weak at the knees from just talking to him. He convinced him to go to a party even though he was very shy. But hey, if he can stand up to Karofsky, he should be able to knock Sebastian Smythe down a peg or two.

He carefully opened the door and saw them all working on a number without him. No one looked concerned, no one questioned why he wasn't here, when they had just seen him in class hours before. When Sebastian did a spin, he caught sight of Blaine and stopped singing. The rest of them eventually followed suit. Sebastian smirked at him. Everyone was in shocked silence as he slowly walked toward Blaine.

"Wow, you actually showed your face here, again. You've got some balls." A couple guys snorted. Blaine rolled his eyes. "Come back to say something to me?" He waggled his eyebrows.

"Yeah… What the FUCK is wrong with you?" he shouted. A few people jumped. He had even shocked himself. He rarely swore. Sebastian looked taken back but quickly recovered with a look of anger on his face.

"What's wrong with me? I'm not the freak. I'm not the cock sucker, here."

"What about yesterday?" he whispered. "I thought you liked me," he added pathetically.

Sebastian barked out a laugh. "I was bored. I heard a rumor and decided to have some fun to see if it were true. Don't flatter yourself." Blaine thought he might actually cry this time. He should never have let his guard down.

"You ignorant, self righteous asshole. I can't believe I actually liked you!" He pushed Sebastian, hard. He stumbled into some sheet music stands. Everyone gasped. Sebastian stood up, straightening his jacket, and narrowed his eyes on Blaine.

"No one wants you here. Why did you even come back? I could have you kicked out just for the assault. Now you can leave on your own or I can make you leave." Blaine hesitated and Sebastian scoffed. "Look around! No one is going to stick up for you! You make everyone uncomfortable and we're missing practice so do everyone a favor and leave! And don't show your twink face again." Blaine looked at the other boys. They all looked kind of guilty but no one spoke up. He adjusted the strap of his messenger bag and turned to leave. Once he was in the hall, Sebastian appeared at the doorway behind him.

"And I may be an asshole," he whispered, "but at least I don't fuck 'em." And with that, he slammed the doors in his face. Blaine was shell-shocked. He had given himself false hope all day. Of course everyone remembered. And everyone was repulsed. Why did he think things could get better?

He walked, head down, out the back doors, heading home. He didn't bother calling Philip this time either. Bad idea. He wasn't outside five seconds when he saw them. The football players, Karofsky leading them, coming toward him. The were slow at first, then they charged at him. Blaine sprinted in the general direction of his house. After about twenty minutes of running, he finally stopped to catch his breath. They weren't chasing him anymore. But they wouldn't stop. They will just wait until tomorrow and catch him off guard again. There is no avoiding it. Everyone is turning against him. He might have had no friends before but at least no one hated him. He could blend into the background and survive the rest of high school. But now… Now he really had to hide. From jocks wanting his head on a steak. From the Warblers that wanted to catch every humiliating aspect of his life on tape. From his parents who are ashamed of him and are one incident away from sending him to a Pray the Gay Away camp. He has no one to turn to… Except he does.

Blaine ran the rest of the way home for an entirely different reason. Once inside, he bolted up the stairs and flung his door open. He grabbed his laptop and opened it.

"Please be online." He logged on and saw the name, 'Phantom' and assumed that was him. He sent a request and within seconds the screen popped up. He looked pleased.

"Have you finalized your decision? Have you seen that we are the only ones you can trust? That we will all love and support you?"

Blaine took a deep breath. "Yes. I don't want to fear my life. I want the love you can give me."

Kurt smiled. "Then come in." A link to the Suicide Room was sent to him and he opened it.

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