Kurt woke up the next morning and for the first time in months, his reason for not getting out of bed wasn't because life was pointless, it was because a certain curly haired boy was wrapped around his back like a koala. He could hear Rachel warming he voice with her daily rendition of 'I dreamed a dream' which Kurt now hated. He rolled his eyes and tried to ease Blaine off of him but he clung tighter.

"No..." He mumbled into Kurt's back. Kurt shrugged again and wiggled out of his grip, putting his pillow between Blaine's arms. "Kurt...need you...stay."He smiled happily, sniffing the pillow. Kurt's lips twitched but a smiled never reached his face. He wandered into the bathroom, which thanks to the boy curled up in his bed was devoid of painkillers and razors. Kurt sighed, needing something for his headache that was quickly looked at his reflection in the mirror, that wasn't him was it? That face that looked so distraught. It was mocking him, it knew like everyone else that it all was a lie. No one cared, everyone just felt obligated to stay. His reflection continued to glare and mock until Kurt couldn't take it and fell to the ground in tears. He was nothing, he was worthless, he wasn't normal, he didn't look right, he overreacted, he cared too much.

Blaine woke bleary as Kurt fell to the ground in sobs. Blaine rushed to the bathroom and his heart broke for what felt like the millionth time in the past few days. Kurt was pressed against the wall, his arms around his legs, sobbing into his knees.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked sitting down beside him. "What's wrong honey?"

"I don't even know what isn't anymore." Kurt cried, falling into Blaine's lap. It all seemed bleak to Kurt, nothing would stay with him forever, nothing expect the hurt.

"I'm here now baby." Blaine hushed. Kurt cried harder and clung to Blaine.

"What did I do? Why do so many people hate me? Why does no one ever tell me the truth?" Kurt asked. Blaine looked into his deep, sad eyes and sighed.

"You haven't done anything Kurt, you're perfect to me. Who hates you Kurt? I don't, your Dad doesn't."

"But I do." Kurt admitted, sitting back against the wall again. "Mom is probably so disappointed in me. I couldn't even kill myself without screwing up. I'm a screw up." Kurt sighed closing his eyes, "All I'll ever be."

"No it isn't. I love you and your Mom loves you so much. She knows I need you so she made sure you lived." Blaine answered, holding Kurt's cold hands. "And for that I am eternally thankful to her." Kurt's face crumpled and he pulled his hands away.

"What about what I need Blaine? I want to be happy, I can't do that here. Why are you so selfish!" Kurt yelled pushing Blaine away from him in his hurt rage. "I love you Blaine, I do but I can't do this anymore!"

"Do what Kurt?" Blaine begged, trying to reach out to his boyfriend again.

"Don't touch me!" Kurt screamed. Blaine froze and pulled his arm back slowly. "See? You're scared of me. You think I'm a time bomb. Bomb's explode Blaine...you don't want to get caught in the flames." Kurt stood up and walked back in the bedroom, Blaine followed after at a distance.

"Maybe I like playing with fire."

"Fire isn't a toy Blaine." Kurt snapped, turning his icy gaze on his boyfriend. "Its devastating. A spark, if left alone can smoulder into an inferno. That can wipe out family's, friends, work, school...love. It's a fire, it's a killer and it is not a toy to be dabbled with." He then walked closer to Blaine, lowering his voice so Blaine felt fear inch up his spine. "Can you imagine always being on fire Blaine? Having all you touch turn to ash? Destroying what you love most? Losing yourself? No, you can't."

"You aren't the only one who's ever been burnt Kurt, I've been through hell too..."

"BUT I'M STILL THERE!" Kurt cried, tears streaming down his face. "I'm trapped in hell every waking moment because I am the hell. It's in my head, you could run but I can't! I'm trapped and I want out."

"Kurt..."

"Get out Blaine."

"Kurt I..."

"I SAID GET OUT!" Blaine nodded and walked quickly to the door. As soon as he shut it he heard the gut wrenching sobs rip his boyfriend apart, and the sound nearly killed him. He felt a hand on his shoulder as Rachel spun him around with a cross look on her face.

"He's selfish. I don't want to look at him anymore." She sneered. Blaine looked at her in shock.

"He's your best friend!"

"He was." She corrected. "That is not Kurt, that's some attention whore!"

"Don't you dare call him that!" Blaine snarled but Rachel laughed.

"He is! He probably wasn't studying when he was 'at the library.' He was probably sucking some guy off in an alley..."

"I'm warning you..."

"...And now your here he's putting on the oh I'm depressed act. He's an actor Blaine it isn't real!"

"Why the hell are you saying this Rachel?"

"He is using you for your family's money Blaine, don't you see that?"

Kurt was curled up on his bed with his hands over his ears trying to block the fight out. He would never cheat on Blaine, Kurt loves Blaine. He wasn't a whore. He wanted to die more now than ever.

"He is sick Rachel!" Blaine defended on his behalf, making Kurt smile a little.

"In the head! He's a liar and a physco!"Rachel yelled followed by a smash. "That was my vase!"

"Yeah? I knew that, Kurt wouldn't buy something so tacky." Kurt laughed out loud at this, boy had he missed Blaine.

"You are cleaning that up!"

"No. I'm leaving." Kurt froze. He pushed to hard, Blaine was leaving him. He began sobbing harder again, hurting his ripping chest. "And I am bringing Kurt. Cooper has a flat he said I can use. If you're a bitch he will look after Kurt with me."

"You two won't last." She spat. "He'll be dead or you'll be a drunk before the years out. You'll be just like Daddy." Kurt froze. Even if he was trying to hurt Blaine he would never in his life compare him to Mr Anderson.

"If I wasn't a better person, I'd slap you right now. But I won't. I'll be back in an hour for my boyfriend. In the meantime, leave him the hell alone."

"And If I don't?"

"I will destroy you."