A/N: So I would definitely have to say that this is going to be one of the biggest points in the story. Definitely. Enjoy.

"YOU FAGS!" David yelled at the two boys.

"ONE OF YOU IS THE BIGGEST FLAMING HOMO IN THE COUNTRY, AND THE OTHER DOES NOTHING BUT PUKE HIS GUTS UP IN SELF-PITY. PATHETIC FAGS." He yelled, grabbing Kurt and throwing him down to the ground, not without pulling out his knife and taking it to Kurt's throat. He screamed in pain; a shriek that would forever haunt my memory.

I woke up, shaking in terror. It was just a dream, Blaine. I tried to convince myself that nothing bad like that would happen. But I couldn't help it. He had hurt Kurt; and in my dreams, he succeeded. Kurt had died. I flew up from my bed and ran to Kurt's room, turning on the light to see Kurt still lying in bed. He lay there peacefully, still heavily consumed by his dreams. I turned out the light and shut the door, slumping down against the wall outside of Kurt's bedroom.

I felt sick at the thought of losing Kurt. I felt my stomach churn; thinking of what could've been. And then, I remembered. We had a huge meal last night, and I hadn't gotten rid of anything like I should've. That sickened me even more. I had probably already digested most of it, but it was worth a try. I got up from the floor and walked to the bathroom, turning the light on and shutting the door. I turned to the mirror; looking at myself. I just laughed

How pathetic was I? My boyfriends in serious trouble, and I can't even put my own issues aside to help him? What kind of boyfriend does that make me? It's not like my issues matter anyway; no one actually cares about me. They put their act on for Kurt. And does Kurt even care? Or is that an act too?

No one cared. I had always known that this was the truth, but I never actually BELIEVED it. My parents kicked me out. The kids at school don't care. The Hummel's don't care. Why would they though? I'm a pathetic, ugly little boy; nothing but a coward.

I walked over to the toilet, taking a deep breath before getting down on my knees. I stuck my fingers down my throat, and before I my gag reflex gave way, I heard a voice.

"Blaine?"

I retracted my fingers and turned to see Finn, standing in the doorway, looking mortified.

I sat back down on my knees, and began to sob. Finn ran over to me, getting down on the ground with me. He awkwardly took me in his arms, holding me close as I sobbed.

"Blaine, calm down, c'mon." Finn whispered awkwardly as I tried to take deep breaths. He helped me up from the ground and walked me back to my room; sitting me on my bed.

"Blaine what's going on?" He whispered

"T-they tried to h-hurt K-kurt and then t-they k-killed him and K-kurt was g-gone! I had n-nothing!" I sobbed into my hands.

"Blaine, it's okay." Finn comforted, moving towards me to give me a huge bear hug.

I was scared of the dream, yes, but I was more terrified with what just had occurred. Finn knew. And he would tell Burt and Carole and..Kurt. He would tell Kurt and Kurt would leave me.

"Y-you can't tell K-kurt" I sobbed, looking at Finn through my tears.

"He doesn't know?"

I nodded my head. Only Finn knew now.

"Oh Blaine.." Finn whispered sympathetically, bringing me into his body to hug him.

For a good fifteen minutes, I did nothing but sob into Finns's chest. He said nothing; all he did was hug me, rubbing circles on my back as I drenched his t-shirt in salty tears.

Since the incident, I knew that Kurt could've been taken away from me and I would be left with nothing in the world. I feared he could try to do it again. I was scared of living in a world without Kurt by my side. But what scared me more was the thought of living in a world where Kurt COULD be by my side and WASN'T. I clinched my fists into Finn's t-shirt, letting the thought break me.

"Blaine, you have to tell Kurt." Finn eventually said. I pushed myself away from him, looking at him coldly.

"No."

"Blaine, why are you so afraid?" Finn asked sincerely. I was angry. I was so angry.

" You don't get it, do you? What kind of man would I be then, Finn? Huh? Kurt almost KILLED himself, and then I'm going to go in and say "oh hey, by the way, Kurt, I puke up my food and have no self-esteem so I can't be strong for you." That would be so nice of me, wouldn't it? IF KURT SEES THIS, HE WILL LEAVE ME, FINN. I have NOTHING without Kurt. NOTHING. No one else CARES. No one else SHOULD care! He shouldn't even care! He'd be so disappointed and grossed out. And then, he'd be gone. I'd have no one." I whispered harshly to Finn.

"Blaine, Kurt is not going to leave you. Kurt would be more disappointed that you didn't tell him. He only would be disappointed because he loves you, Blaine. You saved his life. Sometimes, it's like he cares more about you than himself, and all he wants for you is to be happy. And he's not the only one who cares, Blaine! I care. My mom cares and Burt care and all of New Directions care. The Warblers care. Blaine, we all love you so much; we'll love you no matter what's going on."

"No one can love a monster. Get out." I said sternly.

"Blaine.."

"GET OUT." I said, a little louder this time. Finn slowly stood up, looking back at me from the door frame.

"Blaine, you need to get help. You need to. This could kill YOU. Imagine how Kurt would feel without you. And you can't hide this from him forever. He is going to find out someday. You know where I'm at if you need to talk." Finn said calmly before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind us.

I was angrier than I had ever been before. I got out of bed, grabbing my shorts and t-shirt from yesterday and putting them on. I walked to Kurt's room and sat down on the edge of the bed, near his head.

"Kurt." I said quietly

He stirred and opened his eyes in the dark to look at me.

"Kurt, I'm going to the gym." I said as calmly as I could. My body was pulsing with rage

He sat up and turned his light on, rubbing his eyes. He looked at the clock which read 3:23 AM.

"Blaine, what's wrong?" I ignored his question.

"I'm going to the gym. Go back to sleep. I just didn't want you to freak out when you got up and I wasn't back."

"Blaine, you are NOT going alone." Kurt said stubbornly, getting out of bed. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a shirt and threw them on his back.

"Let's go." He said.

"Kurt.."

"Let's go." He repeated. We walked out of the room and down to Kurt's car. He got in the driver's seat and drove me to the 24 hour gym in Lima in silence.

When we got there I practically ran out of the car, running to the first punching bag I could find. I grabbed the pair of gloves there and began punching away, as Kurt slid down against the wall.

I was throwing everything into my punches. Finn was right; Kurt would be so disappointed. He would be. And if he found out, he'd realize he CAN'T love a monster. But what if this did kill me? What if KURT was by himself? I couldn't leave Kurt by himself. I had to stop. I had to be strong, for Kurt. I couldn't let this get to me anymore. I stopped punching and looked over to Kurt, who smiled sleepily at me. I had to be strong for him; he was being strong for me. And he didn't even know the beginning of it.

Post A/N: Honestly, I thought this was going to be so much better than it was. Maybe things will start looking up for Blaine? Maybe they won't? You'll find out soon enough. Blaine wants to stop, but will he be able to?