A/N: Once again, so short! However, I started writing the next chapter shortly after this one. I wonder what's going to happen... Hmm? I don't know why, but in the last part when Kurt is walking towards the tent, I was thinking about the song Listen With Your Heart from Pocahontas.

D/N: The characters of Glee within this story are not owned by me.

After a week, Kurt was in the same situation. Alone at home, staring off into space. He checked his phone again and re-read the message on his screen, "Deal. See you next Wednesday after school! xoxo -Blaine" After smiling softly, he realized he wasn't hungry and he hasn't been hungry that much either.

His step-mother was bound to be home soon, about thirty minutes, and she would be upset if she found out he hadn't eaten dinner at least. He could just make a plate dirty with random food and toss it in the sink, but that just seemed like too much work. Or he could just say he washed the plate before everyone got home... but how would that explain the rest of the dirty dishes in the sink?

Everything just seemed like too much work lately. After looking around at a kitchen he knew well, he finally got up from the table and searched the fridge. Nothing interested him. Nothing brought up his appetite. He settled on some fruit on the counter. An apple seemed to be okay for dinner tonight.

While up, he went and got his laptop from his schoolbag and turned it on. He wanted to check his e-mail, social sites, fashion blogs and such. Something to cure his boredom. Then it hit him. He decided to use a search engine and type in, 'cutting.' Soon a flow of photos of wrists, thighs, stomachs and even necks with red stripes came into view. Plus, stories, how-to's and explainations. Lastly, he found through digging an online shop of razor blades. Diffrent sizes and quantities in the containers mostly, but none-the-less, they could be bought... anonymously. Kurt delved into the search with time running out.

School was what would seem normal for both boys. Blaine was greeted back with some confusion but mostly smiles and hugs. He immediately was granted into the Warblers, the glee club of Dalton Academy. His suit felt crinkle-free and new as he sat down and explained why his father made him come back. He felt happy about seeing his friends again, but morose when he thought about leaving Kurt behind. He truly loved him and leaving him back at McKinley made him feel like he did something horrible.

Kurt went to classes regularly. He met up with his best friend, Mercedes, in between classes and have light chats. Whenever he was with a Glee Club member, whether it be in class or through the halls, he tried to act as if nothing was wrong. He smiled, he held his head high, he signed with positive energy and he hoped that no one could really see through him and what was truly going on.

It was normal for Kurt to wear long sleeved t-shirts, so he had nothing to worry about as part to anyone seeing. However, he was worrying about the quantity of scars commencing. He decided to only make a scar when he absolutely needed to. The feelings would build up, tension would rise then he would give in. The process was like a cycle. Every couple of days. But as of currently, the process stopped. Burt told him that there was a surprise for Kurt when he got home.

Upon driving up to the house, Kurt looked around outside the window. He was wondering if the surprise was outside and if he could see it upon arriving. He looked at his dad and before he began to sign, his dad seemed to understand his curiosity.

Burt ushered him inside, acting normal. He plopped onto the couch with his newspaper, sports section ready to go and watched his son zooming around the house trying to find his surprise. He laughed and bit his knuckle to stop himself before Kurt saw, but it was too late. Kurt was staring at him with an arched brow and walking up to him. All Burt did was point towards the backyard.

Kurt walked towards the window and peeked outside. There were lanterns in the trees and a tent set up in their backyard. He turned towards his dad and sat in front of him on the coffee table, pulling down the paper his dad was reading.

'Camping? We're going camping?' he signed, confused.

Burt just softly smiled and pointed towards the backyard once again. Kurt slowly got up from the coffee table and went outside. He felt the leaves crunching beneath his feet in the Autumn air. It was getting colder, he felt on his face. Wind blew by as he approached the tent and he could see the leaves and lanterns swaying.

There was a dim light inside the tent, he could tell. Some shadows moved around the glow. He curiously kept going slowly until his hand finally reached the zipper to pull the door panel open. After what seemed forever, he slid the panel down to the ground and looked up inside. He quickly gasped.