A/N: I apologize so much for taking pretty much a month to write this chapter. It's another "to be continued," but at least you have something to keep you going! Plus, it's my longest chapter! (Over 4,000 words!) I'm not sure if the next chapter is going to be the last or not, but it may, just warning you. Also, don't worry, it gets happier. I promise.

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

His son began freely crying, still looking down at the floor. Burt grew furious, thinking Blaine had something to do with this. He was turning towards Blaine to teach him a good lesson when he noticed marks on Kurts arm. His son had just started wiping away his tears with his right arm, where Burt saw the inside of his forearm. Some of those marks bleeding profusely.

Burt felt a weight fall in his chest when Kurt looked up towards him, with swollen, watery eyes; some blood from the cuts on his face from wiping his tears. He looked Kurt in the eyes when he heard him just say one word to the best of his ability, "Dad..."

Burt took a deep breath and held his arms out to Kurt. Kurt bowed his head down again and ran into his fathers arms, crying heavily into his chest. "My boy..." Burt would repeat occasionally.

Burt looked over to Blaine and saw him still standing there, head bowed, not saying a word. He reached out to Blaine's shoulder and squeezed it. After a glance from the young boy, Burt offered him a hug as well. Blaine didn't hesitate and clashed into Burt as well. All three men held the embrace for a few minutes, Kurt holding on the tightest and sobbing the hardest.

Burt backed away and looked at the boys, "Alright. Alright, let's go downstairs," Burt pointed towards the ground while he looked at Kurt. In reply, Kurt nodded and started wiping away his tears. Blaine held Kurts hand and guided him downstairs.

Upon entering the kitchen, Burt was putting on a pot of water to heat up for tea. After doing so, he got two bottles of water from the fridge and gave them to the two boys, now sitting at the dining room table. Burt held up the "one minute" finger and went away to the other room to get other materials.

Blaine and Kurt were still holding hands, but not communicating. Blaine rubbed Kurts hands as a sign of comfort and it was all the communication they needed for now until Burt came back. When Burt did come back, he threw down a pen and pad of paper onto the table, just as a precaution.

Burt rubbed his head before pointing at Kurt's cuts then pulling a 'Y' shaped sign from his forehead, 'Why?' He then proceeded to get rubbing alcohol, wipes and bandages. When Burt turned towards his son, looking for an answer, he saw Kurt shrug. He put the items out on the table and indicated Kurt to hold his arms out and sat down across from him. He then shrugged as well as he slowly pulled Kurt's sleeves up.

Kurt looked over toward Blaine as Blaine himself took in all of Kurt's scars. Kurt could tell Blaine was heartbroken by the watery eyes and the small, sad pout. Water still dripping off of him onto the table and chair from the rain earlier today. Kurt felt a shake on his arm and looked over at his dad, to which his dad repeated the sign for 'Why?'

Kurt pointed at himself, 'I' then put that finger to his chin and twisted the finger, 'missed' then pointed at Blaine, 'Blaine.'

Burt's mouth went agape then signed in a frenzy. He made the motion of cutting himself, then made a gun sign/sideways 'L' on his forehead and as he pulled the hand away, the index finger curled into his palm, then lastly pointed at Blaine, 'You cut yourself because you missed Blaine?'

Kurt nodded then looked down at the table.

"Umm," Blaine piped up, "I'm still trying to understand what-"

He was cut off by Burt, "He missed you. That's why he did what he did."

Soon, the door was heard being open. Burt's shoulders slumped, knowing exactly that it was Finn trying to sneak into the house. He got up from the table and wiped off his hands before going towards Finn.

Blaine heard their converstation as he rubbed Kurt's upper arm and let Kurt rest his head on his chest.

"Burt! I didn't know you'd be up!" Finn said, surprised.

"Shush boy and get upstairs!"

"Alright, fine- wait, what's wrong with Kurt?" he kept peering over Burt's shoulder to get a better look.

"Get upstairs."

"What's that on his arms?"

"I said get upstairs," Burt said getting more impatient.

"But-"

"I'll tell you later. Now go to bed. If you need something, I'll get it for you. Besides, there's something I want to talk to you about in the morning."

"Huh?" Finn sounded quizzical.

"Such as your new chores around the house since you missed curfew."

"Aww man!"

"Now go to bed!"

And with that, Finn's bedroom door was heard being closed and Burt was walking back towards the kitchen just in time to have the tea pot go off in a high-pitched squeal. He took the pot to a cooler place on the stove and put teabags into the heated water.

Kurt looked over Burts shoulder as his father was approaching the table again, wondering what he was making. Burt held a sideways 'O' in his left hand as if he was holding something round and put his index finger and thumb together, putting the two into the 'O' repeatly, 'Tea.' After Kurt and Blaine nodded, Burt started signing again, he made the cutting sign again but kept doing it over and over. It was Burt's bad signing that was trying to say, 'You kept on going?' Luckily, after years of Signing with his dad, Kurt was able to understand what his father was trying to say.

Kurt bent his palm and had the tips of his fingers touch the side of his head, while shaking his head, then held out light monster claws and swung them back and forth, 'I didn't know what to do.'

Burt indicated for Kurt to come towards him with both hands, 'You could've came to me!'

Kurt bent his palm and touched it to his head again, 'I know!' then made a fist and rubbed it in circles on his chest, getting some uncleaned blood on his shirt, 'I'm sorry!'

Burt nodded, "Okay," and pulled Kurt's arms down on the table again, starting to clean the wounds. The rubbing alcohol stinged Kurt, as was apparent by his hissing whenever his dad put pressure on the cuts.

A few minutes went by with the cleaning. Burt would bandage the parts he's already cleaned and put pressure on in order to keep them from bleeding again. Blaine and Kurt just watched as Burt did his repair and fatherly magic.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Burt shooked his head softly and Blaine looked up at him, "This cut is way too deep. It'll need stitches," he sighed, "I'll make an appointment tomorrow and call in work as well."

After a few minutes, some yelps from Kurt, and the last bandage put on, the cuts were wrapped up. Burt got up to pour the tea into some cups and brought some sugar from the counter as well. As the two boys sipped their warm cups of tea, Burt decided to take action and lay his heart out. It was too much for him to remember signing tonight, so he took the notepad and pen still on the table and wrote a letter.

Kurt,

I feel saddened not knowing the whole time. I could have stopped this process earlier. My only wish as your father is that you are happy and well and in order for you to achieve that, I need your help. I need you to be honest at all times. For example, when you have an "urge" or when you are sad or angry. I will do whatever it takes to make you feel better and get back to the true Kurt I know you are. Whatever it takes, I am here for you-

Burt looked up and saw Blaine nuzzling Kurts ear, his son softly smiling and sipping on his tea.

-as well as Blaine is. We will both help you no matter what because you matter. Not only to me and Blaine, but to your classmates as well. We all love you and most importanltly, I love you. I will take you to the doctors tomorrow and discuss furture visits to help gain your health.

Dad

Burt looked up to the young boys again, doing the same as before. This time a little chuckle came out of Kurt as well as a smile. Burt decided that he wasn't done writing. He wanted Blaine to have some words as well.

Blaine,

I am very proud of you for taking pride to take care of my son, our Kurt. Your actions will be remembered. Thank you for making my son happy and for being there for him when he needed it. You are a true friend of his. I offer you a helping hand to help Kurt get better once and for all. Please help me in whatever it takes. I will be enterally grateful. You were truly brave for your actions and may you always have courage.

Thank you,

Burt

He folded Blaine's note and slipped it towards said boy, "Please read this later."

Blaine took the note in his hand and nodded. He then saw Burt give Kurt a letter of his own. After Kurt looked at the letter, Burt yawned and put prayer hands by the side of his face, 'I'm going to bed.' But before Burt could go upstairs, Kurt got up quickly and gave his father a hug. After holding the embrace, Kurt signed 'I love you,' to which Burt signed back.

As the last bell rang, all the Glee Club members headed towards the Choir Room wondering where Kurt was all day. Yesterday night he disappeared quickly after the Monster Mash performance and no one had any idea where he could have been... or even what happened to make him go away so quickly.

They assembled in their seats, waiting for Mr. Shuester to take the front of the class with today's lesson. He quietly entered the room and set his music on his desk, taking a dry-erase marker and writing on the board, "Self-Harm." He turned to his class and massaged his neck as he asked the class as a whole, "Does any of you know anyone who has harmed themselves before? You don't have to tell me who, but just do you know anyone who has done of it?"

The members solemnly shook their heads and stared on at their teacher. Mr. Shuester gulped, "Well, you do. I have recieved permission from his father as well as the student himself, since he's not here to speak for himself, but Kurt Hummel was recently found cutting himself."

The Glee members stared at their teacher wide-eyed and silent. Some with a collective gasp. Artie glared at Sam as he slowly looked down towards his bag. Sam gulped and took a deep, silent breath.

Mr. Shuester continued, "I don't want any of you to ever harm yourselves. If you have that feeling, go to the nurse, your parents, even me. I will gladly help you with your situation and help make it better. Don't do what Kurt did. Which brings me to asking... did any of you see any signs?"

"Well," Mercedes started, "He did start wearing the same outfit a couple times repeatedly."

Santana and Brittany nodded as Quinn pursed her lips. Mr. Shuester began, "Anyone else?" he scanned the crowd.

"He hasn't been really talking as much," Finn said.

"You don't talk when you're Deaf, you sign," Rachel informed him, "but it is true."

"That's right, Finn," Puck quipped, "You live with the guy and you didn't notice anything?"

"He was in his room the whole time! I thought he was watching his fashion shows or reading his magazines. I didn't know!" Finn defended himself.

"Guys!" Mr. Shuester piped up, "I was just asking. Now, anyone else?"

Artie was still staring at Sam, his anger rising. When Sam didn't say anything and Mr. Shue was about to move on with the subject, he made his move, "I think Sam has to something to say."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows and looked confused, "What? No, I don't."

"You sure?" Artie started wheeling further out, "You didn't find anything suspicious?"

"Well, there was that one thing," Sam looked at his bag again.

Mr. Shuester tilted his head, "What one thing? What are you not telling us?"

Sam looked around and saw that all eyes were on him. He reached down and fumbled with his bag, reaching for the utencil pouch with the razor, "I kind of forgot I had it," he dug in the pouch and carefully pulled out the dull, metal razor, pinching it with his index finger and thumb.

"Sam!" Mr. Shuester jumped and held out his hands, "Give that to me right now." Sam followed directions and wiped his fingers off on his pants, "Sam, this was something that shouldn't have been hidden."

"Wait, what was it?"

"What is that?"

Some members peered over others to see what their instructor put on his desk. They glanced back and forth between Mr. Shuester and Sam. Artie's eyes blazing angrily at Sam, "You did this to him. You pressured him, didn't you? You gave him those razors!"

"No," Sam shook his head, "I just found it randomly! I didn't know what to do!"

"Okay, Sam," Mr. Shue put his hand up towards the student, "I'll talk to you after Glee Club about this in my office. Okay?"

Sam nodded.

"And Artie," Mr. Shuester continued, "I'll talk to you seperately as well. Okay?"

Artie nodded as well.

Mr. Shuester folded him arms and leaned on his desk, "Anything else from anyone?" He looked around the Choir Room and saw students either not responding or shaking their heads, "I'm taking this as a no. Let's continue with club today and start warming up." He threw his hands up, indicating for them to stand and get ready.

Blaine and Kurt were waiting for Burt as he was talking to the nurse up at the desk. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and nested his head into the nape of Blaine's neck. Blaine just leaned into Kurt as well and kissed the top of his head softly.

After a few moments, Burt came back to sit next to the boys, "It should be shortly they said," he told Blaine. The tan boy nodded quietly. No more than a few minutes later, another nurse came through the side door and called out for Kurt. Burt nudged Kurt's arm and beckoned the two boys to get up.

They passed many doors and posters of the insides and outsides of bodies. When they finally got to their room, the nurse opened the door for them and reassured that the doctor was going to be in shortly then left. Kurt situated himself on the doctors table and laid down, breathing in and out deeply.

Blaine never lost sight of Kurt as he sat down next to Burt. Both men sitting next to each other exchanged glances every once in a while while they were waiting. Burt decided that as they were wall waiting, he would give Blaine a few words, "Blaine," he waited until the young boy looked at him, "I want to thank you for all that you've done so far. I understand that you're trying your best and I really appreciate that as well as Kurt and the rest of the family," he put a hand on Blaine's shoulder, "Thank you."

Blaine nodded silently, "You're welcome," he paused a few seconds, gulping, before continuing, "Sir, I want you to know that I love him so much as well and that I'm willing to do anything to make sure Kurt is safe," he looked into Burt's eyes, "Anything."

Burt squeezed and patted Blaine's shoulder. He sighed and looked over at the door as it began opening. Within moments, Kurt's childhood doctor came bustling in and began conversation with all three. Burt got up and showed Dr. Leibowitz his main concern, the cut so deep that it needed stitches. Kurt started getting antsy and restless, so Blaine went over to his left side and stroked his hair.

Dr. Leibowitz studied the deep cut, "We can get this cleaned and stitched up by the end of the next hour, two hours at the most," he told Burt. Burt nodded and put his hands in his pockets, "Whatever you need to do, at whatever time is fine by me. He's going to be taking the next couple of days off of school."

Burt and Dr. Leibowitz discussed all of the details regaurding the cut as Kurt and Blaine just stared at each other, warmly. The looks were a feeling of understanding and being there for each other. Kurt looked over at his dad to see what he needed to say. Burt pointed to Kurt, then held one finger on his left hand, four fingers on his right, then pulled the four fingers away from the one. Finally, Burt pointed to the cut and made stitching gestures, 'You're going to be alone when you get these stitches.'

Kurt nodded as he sat up. Dr. Leibowitz guided Burt and Blaine to some chairs outside of the office. There, they sat and waited as Kurt had his miniature operation.

Kurt rested his head on the pillow and stared at the celing. He felt the cool rubbing alcohol around his cut, now turning into scab, and soon in the cut. He felt the bubbles the liquid made, the fizzing somehow feeling soothing. He was dumbfounded because most of the time, he disliked the stinging feeling rubbing alcohol made, but this time it didn't bother him one bit. Then he felt two needles going into his skin on each side of the cut, numbing the area.

After waiting for the numbing to come in full effect, Dr. Leibowitz began his process. Slowly, from right to left, bottom to the top, he felt the needle and thread slide through his skin at first. But within moments, the numbing came in full circle and he felt nothing at all. He thought about the feeling and how it used to come to him so easily. But now, this same exact feeling that he had many times before through this journey was different. His emotions and feelings weren't to the point of numbing that his body felt the feeling as well, it was just his body. And his body only felt numb because of another source and not his own. It wasn't him that made this numb feeling. And this numb feeling was supposed to be good because it was helping not becoming numb in the future. 'Funny how that worked out,' he thought.

Dr. Leibowitz patted Kurt on his leg and took off his mask. He put both hands in the air, backs facing towards Kurt and flung his hands to have his palms face Kurt, 'Finished!' Kurt sighed and looked down at his new mark. Black lines weaved in and out of one another down his arm. He took this a new chapter, a new way of coping with future fronts. He didn't want to cut anymore, he didn't want to have anything to do with this ideal. He decided to finally stop and to go about other ways to confront his emotions. He didn't know how just yet, but he was sure of this idea.

Blaine noticed the door open and saw Kurt rubbing his arm where he got his stitches. He immediately got up from the chair to greet his boyfriend and hugged him. They nuzzled each others necks and held on for a minute or two. Kurt sighed and looked over at his father, quietly gazing at the two young boys holding an embrace. After letting go of Blaine, he walked over to his father and held out his arms, "I'm sorry," he softly signed. Burt got up and held him tight, whispering into his ears, "I love you, son."

A few weeks passed by since getting his stitches done and Kurt felt stronger than ever. Not completely strong, but more than before. He held his head higher, sat up straighter and let insults and jabs roll off his sholders to the best of his ability. When the hurtful feelings slowly crept back, Kurt quickly texted Blaine, Mercedes or his dad and told them. He tried to be as proactive as he could be. He even found out there was a new Bully Whips Club of some sort. Kurt honestly thought that the school may actually turn around.

Immediately upon arriving home from the doctors visit, Burt did a clean up of Kurts room and took out any razors or sharp objects he may have missed before. In fact, Kurt helped him.

And the Glee Members were willing to help Kurt any way possible. In fact, the Glee Club had a surprise up their sleeves...

Blaine and Kurt walked hand in hand into the Glee Club to find all of the Glee Club members standing for Kurt. All with smiles. Kurt looked over at Mr. Shue's desk and saw snacks and drinks. He looked at the board and saw the words, "Welcome back, Kurt!" written. Some tears swelled in his eyes and he sniffled. He felt happy for the first time in the longest while. Truly happy.

Kurt stepped forward, put his hand to his mouth then pulled it away in mid-air, 'Thank you.' He put his textbooks and schoolbag down on the floor then held his arms open and began walking towards his classmates again. Quickly, the classmates ran up to Kurt and all hugged and surrounded him.

When Kurt turned around he saw Blaine holding a cupcake out for him. Kurt walked up to Blaine and kissed him lightly before taking a bite. After finishing the bite, he took another and nodded. He turned towards the classmates, pointed at the treat and gave them a thumbs up.

Mr. Shue put on some party music, a little too loud, but good enough for Kurt to feel the vibrations. Everyone started diving into the treats. A few moments later, Kurt saw that he left his books and bag on the floor. He licked his fingers the gave the unfinished cupcake to Blaine to hold. Blaine pointed to himself then to Kurt, 'Do you want me to go with you?' Kurt shook his head and put his hand up, thumb touching his chest, 'No, I'm fine.' Blaine nodded in understanding.

Kurt grabbed his belongings and walked out of the classroom towards his locker. He had a lot of schoolwork to catch up on since those few days out did a domino effect on him but he felt that he needed to step back and forget everything for awhile... as long as the get together lasted today anyways. Just as he reached his locker, he started to put in his combination, but felt a vibration of the metal for someone had banged on the lockers as they were approaching him. Just as he looked over to see what the vibrations were coming from, he saw flashes of red again...