This chapter is incredibly short, but action-packed. I won't ask you to enjoy it. MAJOR WARNINGS for self-harm. You have been warned. Please read on if you feel you won't be triggered. If you need to skip this chapter, PLEASE send me a PM and I can give you a quick synopsis of what's happened. BE SAFE. DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU MAY BE TRIGGERED. I CANNOT stress that enough.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I don't own Blaine, or Kurt. (Which is probably for the best, all things equal. Hate to see how many cute boys I'd have hidden under my bed.) No money is being made off of this work. It's a work of fiction and is in no way considered a depiction of real people.

The family had a nice, relaxing Sunday at home, until the afternoon, when Carole drove Burt to the Lima airport this time, before heading to work for a night shift, leaving the three boys at home alone.

"Kurt, can you make cookies again?" Finn asked, his lower lip sticking out. "They're so good."

"I'll take care of it," Blaine said. "In about an hour, Finn, if that's okay."

"Alright," Finn said. "Thanks, man."

"Not a problem. Come on, Kurt, let's go finish our homework before I make cookies."

"I finished mine while you and Finn were playing whatever video game you were going on about this afternoon," Kurt said. "Would you read over my history essay to make sure it's okay, though?"

"Of course," Blaine smiled. The two walked up the stairs together, hand-in-hand, settling onto the bed to work on homework. Blaine read over the history paper, and made a few suggestions. Kurt took the pages and began making notes on them. He didn't really care about the paper, but he knew it was best to stay quiet while Blaine was doing his own homework.

Finally, boredom getting the best of him, Kurt changed to the laptop, doing some more browsing with the window carefully turned away from Blaine.

"Where you going?" Blaine asked when Kurt stood up from the bed a little while later, closing the lid on his laptop.

"Bathroom," Kurt called over his shoulder. He shut and locked the door behind him.

Blaine finished the assignment he was working on. "Kurt!" he called. "I'm going down to make the cookies!"

"Okay!" Kurt shouted back. "Don't forget the warm milk this time!"

"I won't! I love you!"

"I love you, too!"

Blaine went down and made another batch of cookies, delivering the first plate to Finn's room along with his milk, and then going back to make more for him and Kurt. His shouted "I love you" as he past the bedroom door was returned from the bathroom. Maybe Kurt had decided to have a shower.

Half an hour later, Blaine walked back into the bedroom, finding the bed empty. "Kurt?" he called. He frowned. Why wasn't Kurt back in bed? Probably still in the bathroom, maybe doing his moisturizing. He'd give him a few minutes. He set the warm milk down on the bedside table, hoping it didn't go cold before Kurt came back. He pulled up Kurt's laptop, maximizing the already open browser window. He frowned. What was Kurt looking at?

The blood drained from Blaine's face. "Kurt?" he called, a note of urgency in his voice. He tossed the laptop aside, going to the bathroom door and knocking on it. "Kurt? Answer me, dammit!" He tried the doorknob. Locked.

Nothing. "Finn!" Blaine screamed. "Finn, bring your phone and come here, now!"

Finn came in a moment later, just as Blaine put his shoulder against the door, forcing it open. What he saw inside the bathroom turned his stomach.

"Finn, call 911. We need an ambulance," Blaine said, surprisingly calm. He grabbed one of Kurt's thick black towels, immediately kneeling next to the half-conscious boy. Blood covered the bathroom floor from two long vertical slashes, one on each forearm. "Finn! Now! 911!" He wrapped the towel tightly around one wrist, pinning Kurt's arm to the floor with his knee. Then he grabbed a second towel. He wrapped it around the other wrist, then took in Kurt's pale face, blue lips. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "Kurt, wake up." He slapped his boyfriend across the cheek, trying to bring him back to awareness.

"Blaine," Kurt murmured, his eyes fluttering open. "Sorry. Love you." He closed his eyes again.

"No! Kurt dammit! Don't do this to me! The ambulance is coming. They're going to take care of you. They're going to save you. Fuck, Kurt, please, don't die!" Blaine's voice broke. "Please…don't die."

"They're on the way, man," Finn said, standing in the doorway. "I'm calling mom at work, so she knows when we get there."

Blaine glanced over his shoulder at Finn. "Yeah…good idea. Wouldn't want to scare your mom that way." He looked back at Kurt, tears streaming down his face. What had changed? How had things gone downhill so fast? He hadn't been gone long enough for this. Kurt had yelled 'I love you' not that long ago! And that's when he saw the bottle. Empty, lying on its side, under the toilet, the cotton and foil from the seal scattered about. Kurt had swallowed the entire bottle. Probably while having Blaine bake cookies.

Blaine heard sirens. He took a deep breath. "Kurt, help is here. They're going to help you. Please, just stay with me." The slight rise and fall of Kurt's chest was reassuring. "Finn, go let them in, please," he said. "I'm keeping pressure on his arms." And he was. Knees pressed tight to Kurt's wrists, his boyfriend's fingers were tinged blue, but that was better than his lifeblood draining onto the bathroom floor.

Finn, happy to get away from the macabre scene, raced out of the room and down the stairs, flinging open the front door. "In here, in here!" he cried. "Second door on the left, upstairs, please, save my brother!"

Two firefights raced up the stairs, bags in hand. "The ambulance will be here in a minute," a third firefighter said. "Look, you need to sit down before we have a second patient on our hands." He forced Finn to sit down on the front stoop. "Head between your knees, kid."

The fourth firefighter from the truck, the captain, was standing next to the front passenger side of the truck, speaking into the radio. He nodded, then walked over to the firefighter with Finn. "Is anyone else home with you, kid?" he asked, kneeling down in front of Finn. The third firefighter, the one who had gotten Finn to sit, ran inside to help his colleagues.

"Blaine. He's…he's my brother's boyfriend. He lives here with us. He's upstairs with Kurt. He…Blaine found him."

"Where are your parents?"

"Mom's an ER nurse at Lima General. She's waiting for us to get there. Kurt's dad, my step dad, is on a flight to DC right now. He's a congressman."

"Okay. Well, there's not much room in the ambulance, but I'm reasonably sure they'll let you ride in the back with him."

"What about Blaine?" Finn asked immediately. "He needs to be back there with Kurt, not me. He was so calm…I'm losing it, man."

The captain nodded. "It's unusual, but if you ask, they'll let you ride up front and Blaine can ride in the back. Normally it's family only, but…"

"Blaine lives here, dude. Like, he and my brother are gonna get married. He's family." Finn looked up at the firefighters. "Is my brother going to die?"

"We're going to do all we can to prevent that. But you need to go get your keys and wallet, and Kurt's wallet, because the ambulance is going to be here any second, and they won't wait for you. They're going to pack him up and get him to the hospital as quickly as possible."

Finn nodded. He accepted the hand of the firefighter at his elbow, and stood. He walked into the house, grabbing keys, jackets, wallets, pausing before entering Kurt's bedroom. "Blaine?" he asked, seeing the young man sitting on the edge of Kurt's desk chair. His pants were covered in blood. "Dude, they're going to let us go to the hospital with him, but you need to get your wallet, your keys, jacket, and maybe change your pants."

Blaine looked up, his eyes red from crying. "I can't," he whispered. "He did this because I couldn't make him happy. He did this because he didn't want to be with me anymore. He did this…"

"Shut up, dude," Finn said. "Kurt loves you. And I don't know why he did this, but he's gonna want to see you when he wakes up. So grab some clean clothes, your wallet, your keys, and let's go. They said we have to be ready when the ambulance gets here." Just then there were more sirens. "See? Hurry, dude!"

Blaine stood, took a deep breath, and walked over to the dresser. He pulled out a clean pair of pants and took off the ones he was wearing, no thought for Finn being in the room. He pulled on the clean jeans, knowing there was blood on his legs that would dirty them up immediately, but not caring. He grabbed his keys and wallet off the desk, just as two paramedics came into the room, carrying a stretcher.

"If any of you boys are coming along, be outside," the first paramedic said, before stepping into the bathroom to relieve the firefighters.

Blaine walked on wooden limbs to the stairs, stumbling down them. Finn caught him, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Dude, don't pass out on me," he said. "Don't do this. Kurt needs you. Let's get out to the ambulance so we're ready for them." He made a split-second decision and swept Blaine up in his arms, juggling the jackets he was already carrying. He carried the smaller teen down the stairs and out to the ambulance, setting him on his feet once they got there. "You okay?"

"Yeah…thanks, Finn. For everything. I mean it."

"Put your jacket on," Finn said. He wrapped the clothing around Blaine's shoulders, coaxing his arms into it. "How are you doing?" he asked.

"I don't think he's going to make it, Finn," Blaine said honestly. "He stopped breathing…his heart stopped. They were performing CPR. And when they start doing CPR…usually, the person doesn't make it. He's lost so much blood, Finn. God, I can't lose him now."

"He's going to be fine. You found him in time. You had to. It's going to be okay. It has to. Mom's meeting us at the hospital. She'll call Burt after he's landed, she said."

"Oh God, Burt," Blaine shuddered. "He trusted me. I promised I'd take care of Kurt. But…I didn't think he'd do it. Especially not now…I thought everything was okay. Fuck, Finn, Burt's going to kill me."

"Dude, Burt knows. Kurt's stubborn. He's…fuck, man, Kurt's the most stubborn guy I know. If he wants something bad enough, he gets it. You know that as well as I do." Finn hugged Blaine impulsively.

"Hey, Finn?" Blaine asked. "Do us all a favor? Don't call Rachel."

"I hadn't planned on it," Finn said. "This is a family thing. Even I know that."

"He promised me he'd make it through Regionals," Blaine said. "And he did. Plus a day. He purposefully waited until your parents weren't home. God, Finn, why?"

"We're gonna have to ask him, dude," Finn said.

The paramedics came out of the house with the stretcher between them, pushing it down the driveway to the ambulance. "Whoever's coming, get in," one of them said as they loaded the stretcher into the back. Kurt looked as pale as a sheet.

"I gotta lock the door," Finn realized.

"My men will secure the house, kid, just get in the ambulance," the fire captain said, pointing to the front seat of the ambulance. "Go, now."

Blaine was shown to a seat out of the way in the back of the ambulance, while Finn hopped in the front seat. "Is he gonna be okay?" Blaine asked the paramedic in the back with them.

"We're doing our best," she said kindly. "We're going to do all we can for him. Hold on now, this is going to be a quick ride."

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