The week passed in a daze, he ate when he needed to and he spent most of the days in bed. He took the car and drove to Columbus on Friday afternoon when the physical pain was as good as gone. He didn't dare go to the clinic in Lima. Columbus was a safer bet, no one knew him there.
He almost cried in relief when he got the test results; Sam hadn't infected him with anything. He was clean.
Throughout the week there were worried phone calls from his dad, scornful text messages from Sam, and "hope you have more fun than I have!" messages from Mercedes.
On Sunday his "family" returned, happily chattering about their trip while he nodded and gave his input when it was called for. It was easy to keep the facade up. No one had to see how he felt. Not now; they might try to keep him from going through with it.
During the week alone; he had gotten plenty of time to think. And Kurt had realised; He had nothing to live for. Not really.
His dad was obviously happy with Carole and Finn. Finn was the son he always wanted, it didn't make a difference that Burt had said Kurt came before everything else. That was just guilt.
And no one should have to feel guilty because of him.
His friends had other friends. The school wouldn't miss him. Glee Club could function without him. He was a bother to the economy now that they were more than two living in the Hummel household, and Sam certainly didn't need him.
Everything would be so much easier for everyone if he just ended it all.
Everything had to be planned out. After careful consideration, he decided that overdosing seemed to be the most efficient way. If he woke up again that would be the most painful, but he didn't want to mar his skin. He had enough bruises at it was. Cutting was out of the question.
He sat down and wrote letters to his dad, Carole, Finn, Sam, Mercedes, and one for the rest of Glee Club. Telling them he was sorry for doing this, but that there simply was no other solution. It was good to get it all off his chest. Writing the testimonial wasn't too hard either. All those technical things that had to be cleared up. Like making sure his files at the hospital said he refused to be on life support; just in case something went wrong.
Getting the painkillers wasn't exactly difficult either. On Monday when school started again, he skipped first period and waited until the school nurse went to go get coffee. Her medical cabinet was foolishly unlocked, and while Kurt felt bad about stealing, it wasn't like he could go up to her an ask her for a bottle of her strongest painkillers.
He managed to successfully take a bottle, and hide it in his messenger bag. Everything was going exactly as planned.
He was confident it would go smoothly. Burt was picking Carole up from work early to go out for a private dinner, and Finn would be back late due to practice. He would have plenty of time to do it.
Kurt got through second period without any setbacks, and came home to a quiet house early afternoon.
He had decided on doing it by his vanity. That was his place. He spent a lot of time there every day, so it was only natural he'd end it there. The bathroom seemed too cliché. He wasn't even nervous as he broke the seal on the bottle and downed a bunch in one gulp of water. Another soon followed. And another. As the bottle emptied, senses started to dull. His vision started to blur, and a muffled roar penetrated his ears. Like water rushing down a mountain. Kurt was dimly aware of dropping the bottle, barely hearing it fall too the floor before the world started to spin.
An odd calmness overtook him and then he was falling as darkness overtook him.
Cliffhanger! Sorry about that. Oh, and; ODing on painkillers or sleeping pills is extremely dangerous, and can ruin internal organs and lead to coma and even death. Talk to your doctor if you think you have taken one too many.