A/N: Hey everyone! So, here's chapter four! Sorry if there was a little delay! I hope you enjoy and reviews are appreciated!

"It's easier seeing you beaten up than seeing you like this,"

Kurt was standing in the doorway of his bedroom, a look of concern and worry on his face.

"Seeing me like what, Kurt?" Blaine, who was sitting on Kurt's bed, replied with an irritated sigh.

"The way you are. I know there's something wrong. You know there's something wrong," Kurt sat down on the bed beside him.

"There's nothing wrong with me," Blaine dismissed, "you're over-reacting."

"Blaine, I'm not over-reacting," Kurt's voice was suddenly very strict, "How am I over-reacting when I wake up in the morning and find out you haven't slept at all? How am I over-reacting when even your own clothes are starting to get too big for you? How am I over-reacting when you act like this?"

Blaine sighed again, "What are you talking about?"

"You know very well what I'm talking about! For three weeks, you've just sat around with nothing! No sleep, no food, no energy! You constantly complain about how much you hate yourself and how you want your life to end and you expect me not to freak out? It's ridiculous, Blaine! You don't care about yourself, you don't care about me, I just want to help you-"

"Stop acting like you know me!" Blaine yelled back, "you don't know a damn thing that's going on in my mind, you don't know how I feel! You act like you're Mr. Know-It-All, like you can help, but you can't, because you don't understand!"

"I - I may not understand completely, but I know there's something wrong, and you know it, too, you're just in denial! You can't argue with me when I'm trying to help you!"

"What did I just tell you? You can't help me, the only person that can help me is myself!"

"What, help yourself by not eating or not sleeping? Help yourself by basically ignoring everything going on around you? Blaine, shutting off your feelings isn't helping yourself, it's just making it worse!"

"It's making nothing worse, because nothing's wrong with me! And I'm not shutting off my damn feelings because I'm feeling pretty fucking pissed off at you right now!"

Kurt gasped. Blaine had never said anything like this about him before. Blaine considered everyone's feelings. Blaine understood if you were acting out in some way.

"I - I can't believe you just said that," his voice shook and his eyes were hot with tears.

"Oh, really?" Blaine laughed bitterly, "You want me to say it again? You're pissing me off, Kurt. Sometimes I wish you would just shut your fucking mouth."

Kurt stared at Blaine. And he stared and stared. "I can't believe you," he said coldly, trying and failing to stop his voice shaking, "I just can't believe you."

Blaine looked hurt, but he maintained his standoffish attitude.

"Just leave me alone, Kurt."

He turned his back and heard soft whimpering behind him. Oh god. Kurt was crying.

"Now I k-know there's something wrong with you," Kurt sobbed, "because y-you're not the boy I f-fell in love with."

He left, and Blaine could still hear his sobs as he ran down the hallway.

Kurt ran down the hallway of his home, wiping the tears from down his face. He needed comfort. He needed someone who would make him laugh.

He arrived at Finn's door and opened it slowly, peeking his head in the door.

"Oh, hey Kurt," Finn noticed his step-brother at the door, "um, would you mind knocking next time?"

"Am I interrupting something?"

Finn looked around awkwardly, "Well, me and Puck were just jerking each-"

"Jerking around on video games," Puck cut in, "you interrupted nothing, princess, come on in," he added, giving Finn a smirk.

Kurt looked suspiciously at the two for a moment, but walked in and slumped down on the sofa beside Finn.

"Kurt, what's wrong?" Puck asked, concerned," you look like you've been crying."

Kurt didn't answer for a moment, he felt like he was going to break down again, "Boyfriend trouble." His voice came out wobbly, and Finn knew he was about to cry, so he scooped him into a hug.

"No no no no, you're not allowed to cry. That makes me feel like a crappy brother," Finn joked, and Kurt laughed a watery laugh into his chest.

"You're not," he insisted, and he felt Puck's hand on his shoulder, comforting him.

"I shouldn't be crying, it's stupid," Kurt mumbled after a moment of silence, sniffling.

"Well... sometimes you've gotta let your emotions out, right?" Puck shrugged.

Kurt nodded and wiped his eyes, "But that's enough for now. Finn's shirt is all damp."

"It's fine," Finn said, "so, um, we're playing video games. I... Rachel left over her coat if you want to... review it or something. I know video games aren't your thing."

Kurt laughed, "No, no, I'm okay. I'll just sit and watch."

"Are you sure?" Puck asked, "I mean, Halo's pretty kick-ass."

Kurt shook his head, "I just need to calm down."

"Alright. Well, you calm down while we do the complete opposite and blow stuff up," Puck replied, laughing.

Kurt smiled, and when he looked down he saw that Finn had put a blanket on his lap.

"Keep cosy. Keep calm," Finn told him.

"And don't forget to be awesome," Puck chimed in.

Kurt laughed again, "You guys are the best."

"Aw, shucks," Finn blushed, "you're the best, too, bro. You're so cool I even picked the blanket with no spilled milk on it for you."

Kurt smiled, touched by Finn's efforts, "Thank you."

School was hard. It was particularily hard when Blaine and Kurt were in a fight. When Blaine came back to school after this hospital incident, the day was terrible. He looked so bad that people he didn't even know were coming up to him and asking questions. Not even the foundation he had used every morning could cover everything well enough. He always lied and said he fell off a high wall or a tree or something.

"Blaine, are you okay?" Santana asked him on Monday, "I feel like if you got any skinnier we could use you as a javelin in gym class."

"You want some of my Alphabets?" Brittany offered on Tuesday, "you have no lunch, and I feel really bad about killing all the letters, but they taste good."

"Are you alright? You look ill," Rory said on Wednesday as he passed by, "I could take you to the nurse if you like."

"How are you coping?" Rachel inquired on Thursday, "did you get the Celine Dion CD I sent you? It really helps me get my emotions out."

"Dude, I'm calling Burt and you can go home early," Finn insisted on Friday, "you look like death."

More and more he was getting sent home early from school, until he was only going in two days a week at the most.

"We miss you in glee club, you know," Brittany told him over the phone on a Saturday evening, "get well soon, okay? I got Lord Tubbington a suit and... I mean, I could send you a photo, but it looks better in person."

"Okay," Blaine replied, "and don't tell me 'get well soon', nothing's wrong."

"Kurt told me you were being silly and you were in Denmark or something."

Blaine sighed, "Denial. And don't listen to Kurt."

"We're going to to send you a card," he heard Rory raise his voice in the background, "Brittany and I are getting all of New Directions to sign. That's how much we miss you."

"Stop making such a big deal, you don't have to send a card," Blaine said sternly, "in fact, don't."

And he hung up the phone.

He spent another Tuesday at home, with everyone but Carole out of the house. Finn and Kurt were at school, and Burt was working in the garage.

He was in the spare room, lying in bed, not feeling like doing anything.

Then he heard a knock on the door, "Blaine?" Carole's voice followed the knock, "can I come in?"

Blaine sat up in his bed and replied, "Sure."

Carole entered the room with her always present sweet, motherly smile, holding an envelope.

"It's from your glee club friends," she said, "I thought you might want to see it."

Blaine nodded slowly and Carole handed him the envelope and left the tore it open, reaching inside and finding a large card with a custom-made front. He could tell those were Brittany's crayon scribbles of a picture of him, and it was actually a pretty nice picture.

The front also read, "We Miss You, Blaine" in big, pink letters.

He opened it.

The card was laden with messages from New Directions.

He began to read.

'With you gone, Finn's starting to look like a good dancer. :P

I miss you. We all do.

- Mike xxx'

'The bright and burning talent in the corner of the choir room is missing.

The room is dark without you.

I can't be Maria without my Tony. :)

- Rachel 3 xx'

'You told me I looked beautiful everyday. I miss it.

- Quinn xo'

'I miss you. Mostly because I need someone to make hobbit jokes towards. :)

- Santana x'

'I tried to get Lord Tubbington on nicotine patches and now he won't talk to me. He usually listens to you.

- Britt :D xxxxoooo'

'I miss you.

- Kurt xxxxxxxxxxxxxx'

'You told me not to, but this will help. I can feel you smiling. You're welcome. ;)

- Rory xxx'

As much as he hated to admit it, Rory was right. He was smiling. It helped him realise something really was wrong with him. And there were more comments. Every single member had left one. He felt a tear fall down his cheek and it hit the page, blotching some of the comments written in pen.

Then, all the guilt washed over him. His friends had tried to help him in school, they tried to talk to him, make him laugh, they offered him food, they helped out in class, everything. And he just rejected them or gave them rude, snappy answers.

He decided he needed to redeem himself. He wanted to give each of them a personal message. Just like they had done for him.

He took his phone from the side table and began, starting with Quinn,

'You look beautiful today,' he wrote.

He hit the Send button.

Kurt had said good night to his family and headed to bed, opening his room door.

He was surprised to find all the lights were turned off, all but one shining blue light on his dressing table.

He looked around the room as best he could for a moment, before deciding to follow the blue light to his dressing table.

There, he found a note. It was folded, but it had no writing on the outside. Not even his name.

He opened it.

'Kurt,

The first thing I need to say is that I'm sorry. It was completely unreasonable for me to act that way towards you. You were doing nothing but trying to help, and I shot you down at every attempt. I upset you, and I'm truly sorry. I only acted that way because I was confused. I didn't know what was happening to me, I didn't understand. I was worried about myself. And because of that, I pretended like nothing was wrong. I tried to shake it off, tried to act like a big man. But all I did was hurt you. And hurt a lot of people. People who were offering to help, who were reaching out to me. I can't even put into words how sorry I am.

I should never act that way towards you, Kurt. You, the smartest, funniest, most talented, amazing, beautiful person I've ever met, and the list could go on. You never deserve to be treated the way I treated you. If I ever do that to you again, which I hopefully won't, I want you to shout me down. I want you to tell me how much of an arrogant, pathetic asshole I'm being. I want you to let me know I'm hurting you. Because it's not okay. It's not okay for you to get hurt and feel like shit and for me to think it's perfectly fine. Because it's really the opposite.

I also have to tell you that you're right. I bet you have a proud smile on your face now, right? Something is wrong with me. And you helped me realise that. I'm not acting myself, turns out I really do need all the help I rejected. Boy, do I feel like an idiot. I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm depressed or something. And it's hard. But I know if I get the help I need from you, your family, our friends, I'm going to be okay. I'm trying to look on the bright side. It's proving pretty difficult, but whatever.

The last thing I have to tell you is that I'm in your bed. I don't know if I'll be asleep by the time you read this, or if I'll sleep at all tonight. But just in case you think there's a random creep in your bed, well, there is. But that random creep is just me.

I love you.

Blaine xxxooo'

Kurt swallowed hard. He knew something was wrong with Blaine, he knew it. He was scared.

Blaine said everything would be fine in the end, but he still couldn't help but worry.

He put the letter down and walked slowly to his chest of drawers, quickly changing into pyjamas. He then went to the bathroom and spent a good fifteen minutes doing some sort of skin regime before finally climbing into bed. And, as he said, Blaine was already lying in his bed, seemingly asleep.

He snaked his arm around Blaine's skinny body, settling down to go to sleep. He found one of Blaine's hands and took it, squeezing it and whispering,

"I forgive you. It's okay."

And he closed his eyes, a few moments later hearing a wobbly response of,

"Oh thank god."

He laughed. Blaine wasn't asleep.

Blaine's body wriggled around in his arms, finally still when he had turned around to face Kurt.

They kissed.

Everything was going to be okay.