Same warning apply as first chapter.

I forgot to add the disclaimer so...

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.

A couple of weeks seemed to go by to Kurt in a blur. It was as if he was barley there himself. He noticed things around him, he could sense it but he couldn't feel it. Everything was a haze for him now. When people talked to him, it was like he was set on autopilot for him to answer. When he got shoved into lockers or profanities yelled at him, he just felt the tingle in his arm and picked himself up. It was almost every night when Kurt did the same routine, he would go up to his room and take out the scissors.

Kurt used to have hope, hope that he would stop, hope that things would get better, hope that someone would notice. No. Because someone did notice and it ended badly. It was a stranger who noticed. It was Blaine who noticed.

Somehow, Kurt could not get that hazel-eyed boy out of his mind.

And now, when he went to him room, every time he cut through his skin, Blaine's words echoed through him.

"You're going to do that to yourself again."

Kurt should have answered him; of course he was going to do it again. Why would he stop? It's the only way Kurt could feel anymore. It was warmth, it was comfort, but in the most twisted of ways. And he couldn't stop. He was addicted to it.

You think Kurt's family would notice? No. They didn't, because Kurt was a good actor as well as a good liar. He knew how to act around his dad. It was like a challenge, acting like himself. Or his old self. But, no one ever questioned him, and that's how he wanted it. No one needed to know.

Well, everyone except for Blaine.

Kurt didn't know why he was here. He should not be here, at all. It was a risk, it was downright stupid. But, after the week he has had, he just wanted to get away. Nowhere in Lima seemed far away enough. And he just drove, really. He had no idea where was going, he just went. He was also careless in the fact he walked out the door in a short sleeved shirt, his arms being completely exposed. He didn't have the urge to care though, no one cared about him, so why should he care about himself?

Kurt sat there in his parked car, right across from the gates of Dalton Academy. It was unlike any school that he has seen before, which is not saying much since he did live in Lima. But, it was still beautiful. The gates were large, black and had a gold 'D' in the center. The building were huge, and were a tan colored. He could only imagine what it had looked like inside.

Kurt stepped out of his car and leaned against his door, just taking in the school. So, this is where Blaine went to school. He had wondered all this time, why Blaine even cared so much. Kurt was a stranger to him, why should he care about Kurt? You only care about the ones you love, right?

He shook his head; somehow he knew it wasn't the case for this Blaine guy. Kurt saw nothing but kindness in his eyes when they talked, and that's something he doesn't see every day, not anymore.

Why couldn't he get Blaine out of his head? He met him one time. One time should not impact a person so much. Blaine probably already had forgotten him by now, not even remembering his name, just the kid with the scars on his wrist. He probably thought of Kurt as a lost cause, shrugged his shoulders and went back into the coffee shop and laughed with his private school friends. Kurt had no place in a mind of man that caring. No one cared for Kurt. If they did, they would have noticed by now.

Kurt leaned his head back on his car, this was so unlike him. Kurt didn't think anymore, didn't feel, didn't care. Why was he so hung up about this? The only way he needs to feel was the warmth he got from the blade touching his skin, that made him feel.

"Kurt?"

Kurt's head shot up, he knew that voice. It had been echoing in his mind for weeks. Sure enough, his eyes landed on the one and only, Blaine. He was standing directly across from Kurt, his uniform was still on, except the blazer and the tie. Kurt was struck by his beauty for a moment before Blaine spoke up again.

"What are you doing here?"

Kurt whispered, "I honestly don't know. I just drove and here I was."

Blaine smiled slightly, "You do a lot of that, huh?"

Kurt shrugged, "Not usually."

Blaine stepped forward, so he was now in arms length away from Kurt, "Let me see your arms, Kurt."

Kurt just blinked at him, "I told you, Blaine, my own battle to fight alone."

"Then why did you come here?" Blaine urged.

"I told you, I just drove and I ended up here. It wasn't intended."

"Bullshit. You knew I went here."

Now they were just staring at each other. Of course Kurt knew Blaine went here, he remembered him saying so. But, that doesn't mean he came here intentionally.

"Come on." Blaine gestured his hand to move and follow him.

"Where?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

Blaine didn't respond, he just walked away and Kurt, still being curious, followed him.

He had expected to go through the large gates, but instead, they took on a pathway that entered the school grounds. Kurt wondered why it was there, it was a private school after all, don't they close it out to the public?

"It's for public use, if a student is thinking about transferring, or wants information on the school. It leads to the office, which leads to the dorms." Blaine explained, as if he could read Kurt's thoughts.

Now Kurt was really intrigued, dorms. Blaine was going to take him up to the dorms.

They walked up a few steps and entered a building, it seemed to be vacant at the moment, which was rather odd, and they continued towards the back and into a door that led into a massive hall.

No, really, it was massive.

"You live here." Kurt stated.

"Home sweet home." Blaine shrugged and led Kurt up a flight of grand stairs.

They walked past doors, and some students who gave Blaine a smile and Kurt more of a confused look.

What he really wasn't expecting was a student to walk by, clap Blaine on the shoulder and told him to get some.

"Ignore him. He's my best friend, he gets into a lot of trouble." Blaine shook his head.

Kurt didn't reply, only just walked behind Blaine until he had reached to a stop.

Blaine grabbed out of his pocket which looked like a key card, swiped it in the little slot and pushed open the door.

Kurt entered right behind Blaine and sort of took in his surroundings. There was a bed, straightaway and then a desk to the right, with which looked like a bathroom the left.

"Why did you bring me here?" Kurt asked.

"To talk, I'm seriously surprised you followed. I thought I would have to drag you."

Kurt shrugged.

Blaine pursed his lips, "When I saw you, in the Lima Bean a few weeks ago, all I could see was a boy who looked sad and alone. But, beautiful all at the same time. I just had to know your name, I guess."

Kurt nodded, "Nice way to assume I'm gay."

Blaine didn't seem fazed by the statement, "We gays have fabulous gaydars. You probably assumed I was."

Kurt nodded, "A lot of guys just don't go over and introduce themselves to other guys. Well, all the straight guys do, for girls. So, I assume you see my point."

Blaine only nodded, "And then, I find out you sing. A countertenor, no less and all I want to do is hear your voice because I'm sure that that's beautiful, too."

Kurt didn't say anything, so Blaine continued.

"And then I ask you what was wrong, and you say you are fine, but it came out to quickly, like it was rehearsed. I knew you weren't fine, Kurt. You can't look me in the eye right now and tell me that you're fine."

Kurt looked at him, and he couldn't. He couldn't say anything. With his friends, even his own family, he could look them in the eyes and lie. But, with Blaine staring at him like that, he just couldn't get that two worded lie out of his mouth. Blaine's eyes bred onto Kurt's and he just couldn't lie. Why can't he lie? Why is Blaine so different from the rest?

Blaine nodded, "Exactly. Anyway, and then you leave. I run after you and I grab your arm. And it has cuts all over it. You can tell me you fell, you got into a fight with a cat, but I know you did those yourself, Kurt. It was written all over your face."

Kurt was holding his breath. No, Blaine couldn't do this to him, he had no right. He didn't want Blaine to notice.

"Stop." Kurt whispered.

"Battles like that are not meant to be fought alone, Kurt." Blaine continues.

Yes, they are, Blaine, can't you see?

Just let it go.

"For me, yes. Yes it is. Blaine, don't do this to me. I've been doing this for a long time."

Blaine stepped forward, "You don't feel anything anymore, do you Kurt?"

"DON'T! Don't act like you know me, Blaine! We met once! You don't know me!" Kurt shouted.

"I know you a hell of a lot better than anyone of your friends or family do right now, they don't know they do this to yourself do they?"

"Stop acting like you know me Blaine, because you don't know a damn thing about me." Kurt said through gritted teeth.

"Then let me in Kurt, tell me what is happening to you." Blaine's eyes softened a bit.

"Why should I tell you, Blaine? Huh? Why do you care so much? No one cares about me. Hell, I don't even care for myself. So, why would you take time out of your life to hear anything I have to say?"

Blaine didn't say anything, he pulled up his sleeves from his shirt, and exposed his arms to Kurt. There were marks, long, white and thin, going up and down Blaine's arm.

Kurt stood there, shocked.

"I care, Kurt. I care because what you are going through is exactly what I had to go through. And I did it alone. Do you know how many times I wished somebody would notice these? How much I just wanted someone to reach out to me and tell me they care that I was doing this to myself? The minute I saw those marks on you Kurt was the minute I knew I had to do everything in my power to stop you. But, you left. With no way of knowing if you were going to be okay the next day, or if you went as far as killing yourself. I care because I was you, Kurt."

Kurt stared at Blaine, his heart beating loudly in his chest. He did not expect that from Blaine, he had looked so well put together, like nothing bad had ever happened to him before. Kurt could only gaze at Blaine's arms and only wondered if that is how his arms will look, when and if this was all over.

"Do you understand why I care so much, Kurt?" Blaine asked with pleading eyes.

"I don't want to be a charity case, Blaine. I don't want you to feel bad for me. I understand why you care and why you want to help, but I don't want it." Kurt said, eyes looking at the ground.

Blaine let his arms drop to his side, he took a breath and stepped closer to Kurt, "You are not a charity case. Do I feel bad for you? Yeah, because honestly, you seem like a great person, Kurt and no one deserves what you have gone through if it bad enough to make you harm yourself. You may say you don't want the help, but on the inside, you are screaming for it."

Kurt closed his eyes, "Why do you see right through me when my own father can't?"

"Like I said, I've been you." Blaine stated simply.

"You can't fix me, Blaine, I'm way too far gone now." Kurt whispered.

"No, no you are not, Kurt. There is hope for you, like there was for me."

Kurt's mind was reeling. He could tell Blaine, he could tell him why he let himself get this way, he really could. And Blaine would understand. But, why was it so hard for him to open up? Why can't he just say the words?

"You look at me, and you see broken. I wasn't always this way. I used to be so full of life." Kurt half-smiled.

Blaine gave a little smile, "Tell me about him."

"I knew, from a very young age that I was different. I liked tea parties, clothes, jewelry, all of that. As I grew up, it became a part of me. I turned into a fashionable, sarcastic, talented guy. I knew all the fashion designers, I could whip out a bitchy remark like it was my job and I knew I wanted to be on Broadway. I had so much drive to get out of this town, to show everyone who Kurt Hummel really was and that was better than them. I always thought I was better than them." Kurt finished.

Blaine smiled, "He sounds like he was a great catch, someone who I would have loved to be around. Maybe help fix my wardrobe crisis."

Kurt felt the corners of his mouth turn up, "I'm sure he really would have liked that. But, he isn't there anymore. I lost that side of me awhile ago."

Blaine was about to say something when Kurt's cell phone began to ring. He pulled out his phone and looked at the caller I.D. It was his father.

"Shit," He cursed before answering the phone, "Hello?"

"Kurt, it is five o'clock, where in the hell are you?"

"I'm sorry, dad. I left to go visit a friend in Westerville. Didn't you get my text?" Kurt felt the lie leave is mouth so easily.

"I didn't go no damned text. And Westerville? That's two hours away, Kurt!"

"I'm so sorry, dad. My text must have not gotten through. I seriously texted you, though. I'm about to leave, I'll be home soon."

"Alright, kid. Just don't scare me like that again, next time, how about you call?"

"Sure, dad. I'll see you soon." Kurt hung up the phone.

"How did that feel to lie to your dad that way?" Blaine's voice was harsh.

Kurt looked up from his phone, "Fuck you."

He was about to walk out the door but Blaine was faster and shut the door, his hand raising above Kurt's head, his breath on the back of Kurt's neck.

"I have to go, Blaine. My dad wants me home."

"You lied. So easily. When you disconnected that call, it was like you shut yourself off along with your phone. You don't get away this easily, Kurt." Blaine breathed into Kurt's ear.

Kurt shivered, "I can and I will. You need to let me go, Blaine. This is over."

"I saw them, I saw your cuts when you had the phone raised to your ear. You will go home tonight and you will do it again."

Kurt didn't even bother to lie, "I will. And you can't stop me."

"Don't do this, Kurt. It isn't worth it. You think I like staring at those scars every fucking day of my life? I hate it. These scars are a part of me for the rest of my life. But, I live with it. And if I can get through this, so can you."

Kurt let his head fall against the door, "I'm not as strong as you, Blaine."

"That's a lie, Kurt. And we both know it."

"I have to go." Kurt begged.

"I will let you go. But, I will say one thing to you Kurt, I care about you. I care so much about you. I don't want you doing this to yourself anymore. I want you to come back, and I want you to talk to me. You will be on my mind of every minute of every day until you come back. I want to help you through this, and I want to get to know the real you because he sounds amazing." Blaine finished.

Blaine let go of the door and stepped away, Kurt's back still facing him.

Kurt has his hand on the door knob, he could barely move, but he had to, for his dad. He needed to go.

"And if I don't come back?" Kurt whispered.

He heard Blaine let out a breath, "I'll go crazy. I'll wonder about you for the rest of my life. I'll wonder if you are okay, if you made it out alive. And I'll wonder if he'll care for the man when he was the only one who cared about you."

With that, Kurt yanked open the door and fled Blaine's dorm.

Through the hall, down the stairs, down to the massive room, through the office, down the pathway, across the street, into the car, on the road and finally home.

It's amazing how he never took in his surrounding anymore. Everything just seemed to dull now, colorless.

Lifeless.

Um, reviews make me smile (:

Thank you for reading!

-Ally