Hey guys. I`m back soon, yeah. But that`s okay. I`m just gonna get to writing. (:

Kurt laid on his bed, drawing a circle on his sheets with his finger. He sighed softly, his mind clouded with memories. And not good ones either.

He was scared to leave his house, constantly. There were no calls from the police, or the court, or anything about whether or not they`d taken Karofsky to prison. Kurt shivered. He felt his back beginning to ache and he curled up in a ball, pulling his blankets over himself. He was wearing a t-shirt, and fuzzy pyjama pants, yet he felt so naked.

He wasn`t sure this feeling would ever go away, not with the knowledge he was so easily taken. All he`d wanted was Blaine. Just Blaine. He sniffled, suddenlly becoming aware of the tears streaming down his face. He tried wiping them away, but the flashbacks got worse, and soon he was shivering in fear, whimpering and crying, letting out little yelps of terror as he felt the pain of the memories; physically, emotionally, and mentally. He wanted to be strong for Blaine. But he couldn`t be. Not right now.

He turned to the counter, staring at the bottle of meds he had. His eyes clouded over, and he went numb. He just wanted the pain to stop. He picked up the bottle, still shaking and whimpering, popping the lid open. He couldn`t register the door opening, and footsteps nearing. He poured a handful of pills into his hand and lifted his palm to his mouth. Suddenly, there was a loud yell, and he felt his hand get struck by something. He was pinned to the bed, arms wrapping around his waist tightly, and he blinked, trying to regain himself.

He blinked, looking towards the person who stopped the act.

It was Blaine.

`...Bl.. Blaine... I, I ...`

Blaine was shaking, crying evidently, burying his face into Kurt`s neck. He held tightly onto Kurt`s waist, crying hard. He couldn`t believe what had almost happened. Blaine pulled back, looking him in the eye, evident fear and hurt in his eyes and Kurt`s heart broke.

`Kurt, what were you thinking?`

Kurt looked down, shaking, still crying.

`I just wanted the flashbacks to stop, Blaine...`

`And downing a handful of heavy meds that could kill you is a good alternative, Kurt?`

Kurt looked up, shaking.

`Blaine, I... I wasn`t thinking straight, i just wanted it to... I...`

Blaine stopped, realizing he was lashing out at Kurt out of fear of losing him. He rubbed his face gently, then sat next to Kurt, pulling him into his lap. He wrapped his arms around Kurt, kissing his neck and sucking at it gently. He let out a shaky breath, his tears falling down Kurt`s shoulder.

`Please... Promise me you`ll never do that again... Please...`

Kurt nodded limply. He kissed Blaine`s forehead, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Blaine looked up at him and then laid him down on the bed gently. Blaine stroked his cheek softly, kissing his lips sweetly. Kurt smiled softlyup at the boy. Blaine weakly smiled back, then laid down in the bed next to him. He turned from Kurt, shutting off the lamp on the table. He wasn`t sure what Kurt wanted right now. If he wanted someone to cuddle him, or if he wanted to just lie there.

Kurt looked up at the roof. He could feel the warmth of Blaine so close, but yet he was so far away. He blushed gently, and suddenly he felt his thoughts going back to the memories he hated the most. He gasped, curling into him. Blaine turned, seeing his shivering boyfriend. His eyebrows knitted together, and he wrapped his arms around him tightly. Kurt snuggled into the strong, warm embrace, feeling a sense of safety and love. He smiled, kissing his collarbone above Blaine`s white undershirt. He sucked gently, leaving a small mark, and then reached up to kiss Blaine. He licked his lips softly. He loved kissing Blaine. His lips tasted like hot chocolate with a mix of some sort of spicy food. It alwasy sent shivers up and down his spine and he loved it in all its entirety.

He pulled back, looking up at the dark-haired boy, who just smiled at him lovingly. They cuddled until they fell asleep, deep in each other`s embrace.

Blaine woke up, shooting up in the bed. He gasped, tears running down his face, and he turned and saw that Kurt was deep in sleep, sweetly mumbling in his sleep. Blaine bit his lip, trying to stop his tears. He got out of the bed shakily, heading to the bathroom, trying to stop it. He finally got to the bathroom, and he locked the door, wiping his eyes. Those memories. That pain.

Being alone in school. Never having anyone. His mother never truly being there for him. His father hating him. His sister, missing. Everything that happened in his life came back to him in an emotional blur. He gasped deeply, near hyperventilating. He had to make the emotions and thoughts stop. He pulled off his muscle shirt and he stared sadly into the reflection as he stared at the scars all over his chest and stomach. If only Kurt knew how unperfect he was.

He opened the drawers until he found shaving razors. He broke one open and ripped the blade out. He pressed it to his side and began pulling, across and back again. He bit his lip, the pain on his body taking away from the pain in his heart. He could feel blood beginning to slowly drip down his side, and he stopped, looking down, seeing at least 12 deep cuts on his side. He threw the blade in the little case he brought with him here. He grabbed some tissues, dabbing his sides with them, throwing them in the trash. He put some bandages on his side and then pulled his shirt back on. He wasn`t crying anymore. Now he just felt empty. He sighed.

Sadly enough, he preferred this dark, empty feeling, rather than feeling every emotion to exist at once.

Kurt woke up early that next morning. He just had this uneasy feeling in his stomach. Assuming he felt sick, he headed towards the bathroom. Blaine hopefully wouldn`t wake up, as he had been sleeping when he woke up. He walked in, opening his drawer, but as he looked down a flash of red caught his eye. He closed the drawer, looking down. There were two small blood dots dried on the floor, and bloody tissues in the garbage. All of them in thick lines; that was not a nosebleed. His eyebrows knitted together in deep concern.

Who would be doing this? Who in this household would be physically harming themselves?

He bumped against the counter and Blaine`s case fell over. He bent to pick it up, and it had fallen open. He gasped as he saw a blade in it. He stared, his expression unreadable.

`...Blaine?`

That`s it for now guys! Hope you like it.

-Echo.