A/N: Alright, I put a little sign language. Just small things. And not much self harm... but some of the other Glee members are starting to get hunches about what's going on. I hope you enjoy!

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

"Listen, I'm not saying it's a positive," Puck started, "But I think something is going on with Kurt."

"Maybe he wore the same outfit twice in a week and he feels depressed about it," Santana mouthed off as she filed her nails.

Puck called for a quick Glee Club meeting during lunch. This worked because he knew everyone could make it, except for Kurt, so they were able to converse about him. Plus, Kurt was always missing during lunch. No one seriously knew where he was. The notion did worry them.

"Santana, stop it. This is serious!" Rachel said a little too dramatically.

"Guys! Guys!" Puck threw his hands in the air, "Focus here! Did anybody find anything... wrong with Kurt recently?"

"Wrong?" Finn piped up.

"I think what he's trying to say is suspicious," Mercedes decoded for the members, "Did anyone see anything suspicous about Kurt recently. I mean, I know for a matter he's been chatting less and less to me. He still signs and stuff, but just not as much and we all know how mouthy he gets sometimes!"

The members chuckled a bit before thinking of times where Kurt wasn't himself around others. For the most part, all members said the same thing, he wasn't chatty like usual. This is until some realized Sam wasn't talking.

"Sam?" Rachel nodded over to the blonde boy and gulped, "Anything?"

Sam thought about the time that he ran into Kurt in the boys restroom and how he came out of nowhere to help with the papers. But to him, it wasn't suspicious, except for the fact that he came out of nowhere. Soon, his mind started thinking of random scenarios about how he could've teleported or had an invisibly device and took it off before he caught up with him.

"Sam? Sam?" he heard coming into his thoughts.

He shook his head, "No, nothing suspicious... Sorry, I went into La La Land."

Mercedes laughed at his humor as everyone went back into thinking mode. A few minutes of silence passed until Tina finally spoke up, "Do we just want to split up and look for him?"

"Yes," Rachel agreed, "Let's try to find him now, but don't interrogate him! Just... question," she shrugged, "See if he's okay."

After a few nods, the members spilt up. Some grouped in pairs, some by themselves. They only had ten minutes until the bell rang to get to their next class.

Artie wheeled around slightly crowded hallways on the search for Kurt. He looked at the watch on his wrist. Five minutes. He sighed in determination and thought of places he would have been. Library? Maybe. Choir Room? Possibly. Suddenly, at the end of the hall, Kurt walked by in transition to another hall.

Artie got out of his thinking process and wheeled as fast he could around the corner without sliding into a wall or knocking into people. He knew Kurt wouldn't been able to hear him if he yelled out so he did the next best thing. He took off his glasses and risked getting them damaged by throwing them to Kurts back.

It worked. Kurt slowed down and looked behind him. He saw him approahing and stopped. Kurt picked up the glasses and gave him a puzzled look as he handed them back. Nope, not a scratch.

He pointed to Kurt and signed, 'Okay?'

Kurt stared a couple of seconds before making the lightbulb above his head click. He nodded and sniffled. As Kurt looked down to the ground and sighed, Artie just stared at the quiet boy. He saw something wrong, but he didn't want to terrorize him with it. He wheeled closer and reached out with his right hand to hold Kurts arm. Kurt inhaled quickly and bit his lip as he looked to Artie. Eyes to eyes.

Artie decided to sign again, 'Are you okay?'

Kurt sniffled again and put his unheld hand, open palmed to his face. He pulled the hand down to his waist, closing so that the fingertips touched, 'I'm tired.'

The bell rang and Artie jumped from being into the moment so much. Soon a bustle of people buzzed around, trying to get to their next class. Kurt pulled his clenched arm from Artie and waved as he walked away to his next class. Artie just stared after him, thinking so hard about their moment and what it meant.

Artie was in his Mathematics class taking notes. He loved this class and thought it was easy to understand. He especially loved Geometry. Too bad they started that section of the book in a few weeks instead of now. He decided to sharpen his pencil since it was getting dull. He reached into his backpack and on his way of taking out the sharpener, he noticed some red on his fingertips. Just small traces. He inspected closely and thought about things he may have had contact that were red.

He didn't touch a lot of things today. Mainly the books and his red locker. Maybe that was it- no, his locker wasn't with red, wet paint or anything. Did anything get on his wheels? He checked to see but they were how they normally were. Metal with a little dirt on them. He looked at his right hand with the red fingertips and realized that that's the hand he used to hold onto Kurt...

Sam was on his way to walk home from school until he heard his name being called out. He turned and couldn't find anyone. That is, he heard the voice from below. Artie was coming up to him, "Hey, do you still have my notes I gave you in English?"

"Oh!" Sam forgot about borrowing them earlier in the day. He unzipped his bag and handed the notebook back.

"Thank you," Artie said as he put the pad of paper in his lap.

"No, thank you," Sam smiled.

Just then the bus nearest to them honked as a warning for all students to get on the bus, for it was their last call. A couple a students zoomed past them, one accidentally bumping into Sam. His utencil pouch for his pencils and pens fell out and went everywhere. As Sam went down to pick them up, Artie noticed a shard of metal... with red stains on it.

"Where'd you get that?" he asked openly, staring down on it.

Sam looked up at him, "My pouch? I've had it for years."

"No, Sam," Artie said sternly, his eyes burning, "That razor."

Sam looked down and saw the metal just lying there. He quickly picked it up and accidentally gave himself a cut on his thumb, "Ouch!" He sucked on his thumb to numb the pain, "I found it," he finally answered.

"Where?"

Sam continued to suck on the cut and shrugged, "The bathroom."

"And you kept it?"

Sam shrugged again, speechless.

Then, it connected all together for Artie. When he reached out to hold Kurts arm, he winced and bit his lip. When he was in Mathematics, there was red on his fingertips. It was blood, wasn't it? And now, Sam had a razor falling out of his bag. Then it all clicked for him, Sam's been supplying and encouraging Kurt to give-in to self harm and he was going to put a stop to this notion. How he didn't know that he was partially wrong...