Hey guys! So it's another update day! Thanks to all the followers and reviewers, it means a lot :) Sorry it may be depressing. My grandfather just died. :(

Kurt had had enough. The bullying was worse than ever, and he was tired of hiding the constant bruises from Blaine and staying up at night sobbing. He wasn't going to take it anymore.

"Blaine," He asked one day. "How much is the tuition for Dalton?" He was hoping he could save up some money, because even if he could only stay for a year, Dalton would be an escape from all of the bullying. Blaine looks up from his laptop.

"I think it's around 35 grand." He says. Actually, he knows the exact amount, but he wouldn't tell Kurt that, because in Kurt's mind, his parents pay the tuition.

Kurt groans. Blaine has been watching Kurt closely for the past few days. Kurt had been closed off, he was wearing clothes that were more like Finn's (which Kurt always complained about before) and acting different- Kurt had told him once he had tried to be straight for his dad once- his dad had loved it, but Kurt finally couldn't take it one day and went back to himself, and Blaine was reminded of it with the way Kurt had started walking, talking, doing everything. Blaine sighed.

He knew Kurt was getting bullied, but had it gotten that bad?

"Hey, Kurt? We need to talk." Blaine says. Kurt stops picking at his cuticles and looks up.

"Yes?"

"Well… you've been acting strangely lately, like a different person. It's kind of like the time you told me about when you tried to be straight for your dad, I'd imagine. But your dad isn't around anymore-" Kurt bristles at that- "so why are you acting this way? You know I'd accept you- I'm like you myself." Kurt mumbles something under his breath. "What?"

"Do you know how my mother died?" Kurt asks suddenly. Blaine looks at him questioningly.

"Yeah. You told me she was sick and she got so sick one day that she died."

Kurt closes his eyes and pursed his lips into a thin line.

"It was a lie... well sort of… my mother was sick, very sick, but not physically." Blaine, confused, cocks his head at Kurt.

"She had depression." Kurt began. "Chronic depression. She was never really happy; she always had to fake it, I could always see bags under her eyes and it was a fight for her just to get up in the morning." Kurt's eyes are filled with tears that are threatening to spill over. "She was getting better, for her family." Kurt lets out a sob. "She was acting like she was fine. She was smiling some days, it made my dad so happy, I remember. Then one day…" Kurt's tears finally run down his cheeks. "My dad and I came back from the store… and we found her dead on the floor. She'd taken pretty much all the pills in the house, and all her suicide note said was, 'I love you Kurt & Burt. I'm sorry it had to end this way.' Sorry?" Kurt screams. "Sorry? If you were fucking sorry you wouldn't have done this to me!" Kurt looks up sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I've never talked about this with anyone."

Blaine is in a state of shock. He puts his hand to his cheek and realizes, listening to Kurt's story, he'd been silently crying along with Kurt.

"If we're talking straight Kurt…" Blaine struggles to keep his voice steady. "I've… I've been emancipated." Now Kurt's the one who's confused.

"What's emancipated?" Blaine sighs.

"It's a long story…"

"I have time."