A/N: So this is probably going to be kind of angsty, because I just got some terrible news, and I need an outlet. Keep in mind, readers, that life is precious, wonderful, and too short. Please, don't take anything for granted in your lives; it could very easily be taken away.

"C'mon Kurt, get dressed. We need be down for our appointment as soon as possible." I said walking back into Kurt's room. He was still crying from when I left him. It wasn't fair; he shouldn't be in pain.

Kurt rose from his bed and I gave him his clothes. He walked into the bathroom to change, and I sat down in my chair, next to Kurt's now empty bed. What if he really had died? What if today, instead of going to therapy, you were going to Kurt's funeral? No, Blaine, don't focus on that. Kurt isn't dead. Kurt is alive, and Kurt is going to get better. …But what if he tries to do it again, and he ends up succeeding? I couldn't live my life without Kurt. …I'd never do anything ever again. Without him, I'm nothing. What if he finds out about my past? What if he finds out about my fight with bulimia, and then he thinks I'm so gross that he leaves me when he's finally strong enough to be on his own? What would I be without him? I can't let him know…

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, very confused and seemingly concerned. He walked closer to me

"B-Blaine, are you crying?" Kurt asked, his breath shaking. I hadn't even noticed I let a tear fall. I stood up from my chair, a little below eye level with Kurt. I just looked at him, letting a tear fall. And another one, and another one. I wiped away my own tears and put my arms around Kurt, bringing him in for the tightest hug I had ever given anyone. I let my head rest on his shoulder as I was now letting sobs out.

"Kurt, I love you. I love you more than I could ever explain and I can't help but think what life would be like without you. I'd be nothing without you." I sobbed. I squeezed Kurt tighter, the warmth of his body pressing up against me making me feel a little bit better. I felt a warm wetness on my shoulder; another shed tear from Kurt. I stood there with Kurt, hugging him, both of us in tears. When I finally released, Kurt looked at me with a sympathetic smile, his eyes red from crying.

"Blaine, I'm hurting right now. And I'm lost. But I promise, I'm never saying goodbye to you."

I was lost in Kurt's body again as I subconsciously pulled him in for another hug.

"I love you." I whispered

"I love you too."

I guided Kurt hand in hand down to the therapy floor. We walked to up to the same desk we had before, just a couple of days ago. The same nurse guided us back to a different room from the last time, though it looked exactly the same. Kurt and I sat down in chairs, one across from the other. I was the first to speak.

"Kurt, you have to start telling me about the events that led up to this moment, right now. You have to tell me everything. I don't care how far we get today, but we have to start." I said.

Kurt bit his lip, and was fighting back tears.

"I'm going to tell you again, Kurt, no matter what you say, or what you do, I'm still going to love you. I always will." I said , gesturing for Kurt's hand. He gave it to me.

"Where do I start?" He finally asked

"At the beginning."

Kurt thought long and hard about it before he spoke.

"Sophomore year. That was the year I came out. I started the year off in the closet, but everyone knew I was gay. They all assumed it. And I mean, look at me, it's kind of obvious. I was being thrown in dumpsters, being slightly harassed; it was stuff I had gotten used to. It was year two of that; freshman year was just as bad. I joined Glee club and met Mercedes, Tina, Rachel, Artie and eventually Finn. Mercedes liked me and then I ended up coming out to her and to my dad. Coming out changed my life, for the better and the worse." Kurt said, squeezing my hand. I encouraged him to go on.

"Glee club made me happy and all that stuff, and sophomore year I was still slightly harassed, but I felt at home. I also developed at crush on Finn, which you know. Then Junior year happened and you know a lot about Karofsky. But you don't know the whole story." Kurt said. I watched his face turn pale white. His normally beautifully colored eyes were black. I kissed Kurt's hand, hoping he'd continue.

"You know he… k-kissed me, and threatened to k-kill me, but you didn't know he had tried." Kurt said, letting a tear roll down his cheek.

My heart stopped. My mind went blank. Karofsky had tried to kill Kurt, and he told no one. We all knew he threatened it, but no one knew this.

"H-he took me into the boy's locker room, back in the showers after school. He pulled a knife on me, placing it to my neck and…" Kurt sobbed. I got up from my chair and sat next to Kurt. He laid his head on my chest, and I stroked his beautiful hair. I planted small kisses at the top and hugged him close to my body. I knew how he felt.

"Anderson! Get your fag ass over here!" Bret called. Derek took my arm and dragged me over to Bret.

"You fag, do you realize no matter what you do, nobody will like you? Throwing up like a teenage girl just makes you even more gay! I'm surprised you're not puking rainbows. And it's a shame your excuse of a brother walked in on you cutting yourself; he should've just left you to bleed. It's a shame he didn't, but better luck next time." Bret screamed in my face. I was holding back tears

"What, cocksucker, are you gonna cry like the little girl that you are?"

"No leave me.."

"You fight back, we kill you." Bret whispered maliciously, putting a knife to my neck. A slight tear rolled down Blaine's cheek.

"People like you shouldn't be allowed to live; messing up society, running around flaunting your gay like it's something you can't control. I don't know why I'm not killing you now." Bret whispered, face to face with me. He took the tip of the knife and pushed it slightly into my neck and moved it down, just enough to leave a cut.

"Oh, that's right. Why take the blame when you'll just go home and hang yourself anyway?" Bret said

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BROTHER?" Cooper called. Sirens sounded off, and cars were pulling in. I was thrown to the ground. I could see lights flashing, and kept hearing my name, but I couldn't say anything back. I felt a hand on my shoulder and my consciousness subsided.

I cried into Kurt's shoulder, and sobbed into mine. I cried for Kurt and the pain and memories he should never have to endure, and I cried for myself; how I knew exactly what he was going through. I needed to remain strong for Kurt. I couldn't cry for me. That was the past, and this is the present. The present is Kurt and I need to focus on him.

"Shhhh, Kurt, it's okay. This is good, you need to get this all off of your chest. Shhhhh." I said, planting more kisses on the top of his head. I let a few tears roll down from my eyes.

"I can't talk about anymore today, Blaine, I j-just can't." Kurt sobbed. I hugged him tighter

"We don't have to today, Kurt. We can set another session up soon. Just let it all out." I whispered, as Kurt, on cue wailed into my shoulder. I sat there, rubbing Kurt's back and hugging him as he cried out all of his pain. We sat in silence for the remainder of the appointment; just me, Kurt, and a bunch of broken memories."

:( . I'm slowly starting to reveal Blaine's background, intertwined with Kurt. In the next chapters, you'll really see how similar and how different the boys handle what has happened to them. Hopefully we'll see some New Directions in the next couple chapters? It's entirely possible.