A/N: Dear me, I haven't uploaded in awhile! Sorry to keep you on your toes. And what's probably even more disappointing is that I won't be updating for awhile. (I apologize for this :( ). Also, I started a new fanfiction, so I also have to keep up with that, and then there's school, and ugh, sorry ^.^ I'll see what I can do over my spring break. Hopefully I'll be able to do some work on the next chapter, and then you poor people won't have to wait to see what happens.

Chapter 11

Blaine's feet were flying across the floor faster than they had ever run. Blaine, who was dreadfully tired, was instantly refueled by the adrenaline pumping through his heart at the thought of what Sebastian had just said to him. Blaine wasn't fond of the idea of breaking and entering, but he would do what had to be done to save this boy.

The only problem was Sebastian's house was half an hour away.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit-

"Kurt!" He randomly said as he buckled himself into his car. Kurt was his only hope, he was the only one who could possibly get there in time- God, he hoped Kurt was still willing. He pulled out his cell phone and was dialing Kurt's number as he backed out of Dalton's boarding parking lot.

"Kurt? Kurt, are you awake?" Blaine said in pure panic and desperation.

"Bl… Blaine, what the hell?" Kurt said muffled and groggy.

"Kurt, God, oh my God, help-" Blaine said, unable to stop the tears from falling and nearly hyperventilating. "It's- It's Sebastian! He- Kurt!" Blaine said, now just sputtering nonsense.

"Blaine! Calm down!" Kurt commanded, sounding more aware. "What about Sebastian?"

"He's- He's threatened to commit suicide… Kurt, I can't get there in time, I'm a half an hour away, he lives at 0678 West Windsor Street, you need to get there as fast as you can, Kurt-"

"I'm on my way, I'm putting you on speakerphone when I drive." Kurt said sternly.

"Thank you, Kurt, please hurry-" Blaine said, still crying desperately.

"What did you say his address was again?"

"0678 West Windsor Street, it's a couple miles down from my house-"

"Alright, calm down Blaine, you're going to have a heart attack."

"Kurt, Sebastian could die-"

"Exactly, and I'd rather we try to keep the death limit as low as possible tonight! Calm DOWN!" Kurt commanded strictly to Blaine incessant sobs. Kurt listened as Blaine set the phone to speakerphone and laid it down onto the seat next to him, just as Kurt had done. Blaine's cries were thwarted out by the motor from the car as it sped down the highway, about ten miles over the speed limit.

Kurt was unaware of his own thoughts as he, too, drove quickly down the road to the address he was provided. He could barely register what Blaine had even said to him. Sebastian, committing suicide? One of the most proud gay teens he'd ever known, attending a non-bullying school, committing suicide? How could the thought even cross Sebastian's mind? Kurt didn't know Sebastian very well, but from what he'd seen of him he had pretty much everything he'd ever want, so Kurt couldn't see a possible reason. Was Blaine toying with him? Was this some sort of prank that Sebastian and Blaine cooked up? But then again, why would Blaine joke about something as serious as suicide?

Kurt pulled into the driveway of what he presumed to be the Smythe's house.

"I'm here, Blaine, I'm-"

"Hurry, Kurt!" Blaine interrupted, still apparently in tears. Kurt quickly ran up to the front door and tried the handle, but as suspected, it was locked.

"Blaine, it's locked-"

"Break the door down!"

"Blaine, I can't do that, I'm not that strong-"

"Then… Ugh… Knock!"

"Blaine, seriously?"

"Check under his door mat!" Blaine finally screeched relentlessly, incapable of logical thinking anymore. Kurt did as he said, but to no avail.

"There's no place to hide a key, Blaine-"

"Go around to the back of his house, you'll have to climb the fence, I know his dad keeps it locked, go up to his back door, it's made entirely of glass, if you took a lawn chair you could break it open-"

"Blaine, you can't just break-"

"KURT, SEBASTIAN COULD DIE!" Blaine screamed in reply, not allowing Kurt to finish. Kurt did as he was told, and after a slight struggle to climb the high fence, he made it around to the glass door in the back.

"We're in luck, his dad left the back screen door open, all I have to do is break the screen-"

"Hurry up!" Blaine said desperately, then looked down at his phone as it flashed. "Shit, Kurt, my battery is-" But Blaine was cut off promptly, leaving Kurt in silence. Kurt, using his foot, kicked in the screen door (which apparently wasn't attached right, because instead of breaking the whole screen fell inward) and entered the house. Kurt wasn't sure where Sebastian's room was, and he didn't want to call out and scare Sebastian. Kurt hurried around the house, and then up the stairs, only to be confronted by crying. Kurt looked to the right where it was coming from, and then quickly went over to the door, and lightly tried opening the handle. It was locked from the outside, padlocked to be precise, but the key was nowhere around him. He had no choice but to attract the other boy's attention, so he lightly knocked on the door. The crying stopped.

"… Sebastian…?" Kurt asked weakly. He was instantly confronted with a huge BANG on the door, which scared the living shit out of Kurt, and sent him flailing backwards with a muted yelp.

"GET. THE FUCK. AWAY!" Sebastian screamed, his voice oddly contorted and slurred. Kurt heard Sebastian's body hit the floor. "FUCKING KNIFE AND I KNOW USE IT HOW!" Sebastian commented again, this time making it very apparent he wasn't exactly capable of coherent speech. 'What the hell had he done to himself?' Kurt wondered.

"Sebastian, who are you talking to?" Kurt asked, trying to sound soothing as he could. He could hear Sebastian starting to sob again.

"M… Mom? Is that… You?" He asked, finally seeming to break down in his own sobs. Kurt had never heard Sebastian in such a tangent, and it made him wonder if this was why Blaine converted to him. Kurt wasn't sure what to do, play along or not?

"Sebastian… Are you okay?" Kurt asked, avoiding his question.

"No… Never okay…" He commented, slurring gruffly, no longer sounding like some crazy person.

"What happened?" Kurt asked quietly, approaching the door again, where he assumed Sebastian was.

"I… I did it again… I'm so freaking sorry… I… I didn't mean to, it's just… I…" Sebastian stuttered awkwardly, and Kurt could tell from the cracks in his voice he was crying.

"Did what, honey?" Kurt asked awkwardly, trying to sound mother-like rather than full of malice.

"It… You know…" Sebastian said. "What I did before… When they tried to… You know…" Sebastian added, almost trusting that whoever he was talking to did know.

"No, I don't know, Sebastian."

"Yes you do. Don't you remember, mom? When it got so bad, and then…"

"Sebastian. You have to explain it to me."

"… I would relieve the pain…?"

"But how?"

"… Who are you?" He finally asked suspiciously.

"I'm Kurt, from school." He answered.

"… Blaine … He…?"

"Yes, he sent me here."

"I thought he wouldn't be able to reach me…"

"Well, he cares about you. Actually, I care about you. Sebastian, were you actually going to… You know…?"

"I still am, and you can't stop me. You'll just have the joy of listening. I… I have a knife…" Sebastian said unsurely, as if he was still pondering it.

"You don't have to kill yourself. Please don't, and please don't make me listen. Where does your dad keep the key to your room?"

"With him… Hold on." Sebastian shuffled away from the door, then returned and passed two bobby pins under the crack. "Know how to pick a lock?"

"Um… Not really…"

"Oh. Too bad then." Sebastian said, pretty much implying he wasn't going to help Kurt. Kurt tried putting one of the bobby pins in the padlock, but to no avail.

"Can I have a hint?" Kurt asked promisingly.

"No. I'll give you ten minutes, then I'm going to leave you." Sebastian said. Kurt sighed inwardly. Blaine wouldn't be here by then.

"Sebastian, please…"

"I've made my decision."

"Sebastian, think about your future, and not just that, think about Blaine, how do you think he feels right now?"

"You only have 8 minutes now."

"Sebastian, what's been bothering you lately?" Kurt finally asked, knowing there was no way he could pick the padlock on the door, especially since Sebastian seemed to be incapable of counting minutes correctly. Just then Kurt's phone rang, and he picked it up to see that it was an unknown number calling.

"Kurt?" He heard Blaine ask.

"Blaine, how do you pick a lock with two bobby pins?" Kurt asked restlessly, knowing Blaine could be his only chance.

"Um… Well, first I think you take one of them and bend it at a ninety degree angle, then insert that part into the lock…" Blaine explained nervously. "Kurt, you're not still trying to get into his house, are you?"

"No, no, I'm trying to break open his bedroom door; his dad put a padlock on it." Kurt explained quickly.

"5 Minutes." He heard Sebastian's voice on the other end of the door. This isn't reasonable.

"I'm putting you on speakerphone." Kurt said, then set his phone on the ground. "Okay, I've got the first bobby pin in…"

"Alright, then just… Shake it around, I think, and try and pull the lock open…" Blaine said exasperated. Kurt tried the technique, but to no avail.

"It's not working, Blaine…" Kurt said, almost near tears himself. He heard Sebastian sigh heavily from the other side of the door.

"This is what happens when you don't pay attention to what I say, Anderson." Sebastian randomly threw out. Kurt heard Blaine swear from the other end of the line.

"That's right, you were telling me how to pick a lock, weren't you…" Blaine said, almost reminiscing. "Alright… Hold on, hold on-" Blaine said, before apparently turning away from the phone and shouting at some random disembodied voice over the phone, which seemed to be approaching closer as it talked incoherently.

"Alright, are you listening closely?" He heard some random stranger announce over the phone.

"Y-Yes…" Kurt said nervously.

"Alright, you have the first bent bobby pin in, right?"

"Yes…"

"Good. Bend open the other bobby pin and put it in, too."

"Alright…"

"It probably won't come open on your first try, don't panic, but try shaking it now."

Kurt did as instructed, but when pulled the lock down, nothing happened.

"It's not working…"

"Try again." The stranger's voice said calmly, so Kurt tried again. The lock clicked as he yanked it down, but just as he was about to inform them that it worked, the line dropped dead. It must have been a pay phone, and they ran out of money. Kurt heard Sebastian sigh from the other side of the door. Kurt removed the padlock, then gently turned the handle and tried pushing open the door, but Sebastian was leaning on it.

"Sebastian… Please let me in…"

Kurt heard Sebastian sliding off to the side, and Kurt slowly inched the door open, not expecting at all what he saw. Kurt walked in and closed the door behind him. The room was a mess, there was laundry everywhere, the bookshelf toppled over on the floor. The bedside lamp was broken into pieces and lying on the floor. There were blood stains on the carpet where it appeared Sebastian had walked, and the blood trail leading up to his bed, staining it deeply through. Kurt felt sickened at the thought of what Sebastian could have been doing. The air was musty and filled with the unmistakable smell of pot and cigarette smoke, and when Kurt finally looked down at Sebastian after taking in the room, the sight that greeted him was not pleasant.

"…Hey…" Kurt said, kneeling down on the floor next to Sebastian, whose eyes were dilated and firmly fixed on the carpet. He bore no clothes but his boxers that were also stained a horrific ruby red, his hair a complete and total matted mess.

"… Hey." Sebastian croaked, not breaking eye contact with the carpet.

"Rough… Rough night?" Kurt asked skeptically.

"Yeah…" Sebastian said, finally turning his head away, apparently trying to hide the ever-so-obvious tears in his eyes.

"Please tell me what's wrong?" Kurt said in an inquiring tone, trying to catch Sebastian's eye.

"I don't want to talk to you." He said, now putting his arm up to his face.

"You want to talk to Blaine?"

"I want you to get out of me house and let me die." Kurt hadn't noticed it until now, but Sebastian was true to his word; he had a knife sitting next to him. Not just any knife, but a carving knife, one that looked plenty capable of piercing skin.

"I'm not going to do that." Kurt said, changing his position from kneeling to sitting. "Sebastian, a long time ago, before I even met Blaine, I used to think that I was alone in this world, that I truthfully didn't deserve to be on this planet, that I was wrong for being who I was. But when I met Blaine, he changed all that. Give him a chance, Sebastian. As naïve as he may seem half of the time, he will accept you. And if he does… I guess I will too." Kurt said, then smiled politely at Sebastian. Sebastian didn't bother to return the smile.

"You hate me."

"No, Sebastian, I don't."

"I stole your boyfriend, and you just said that he-"

"-He helped me. Blaine helped me, Sebastian, and he'll help you too. I was convinced you were stronger than me, Sebastian. You never showed any signs of… Of this." Kurt pointed out, frowning.

"… Surprise…" Sebastian said sarcastically, smirking a little. That gave Kurt hope.

"So do you want to wait until Blaine gets here…?" Kurt asked politely.

"… I think so, yes…" Sebastian answered, nodding slightly.

"Alright. Can I have the knife, Sebastian?" Kurt asked gently, trying not to push him too far. Sebastian picked up the knife and held it for a second. Kurt tensed his muscles preparing for the worst.

"Why…?" He asked, whispering.

"I don't want you hurting yourself."

Sebastian nodded, but made no move to hand the knife to Kurt. Kurt could almost see the contemplation in his eyes. He didn't move. Sebastian slowly, but surely, began handing the knife in Kurt's direction. Kurt moved slowly out to grab it from him, Sebastian finally making eye contact with him. Kurt saw a flash in Sebastian's eye, but before Kurt could register what it had meant and react, the knife was swiftly brought back, blade almost expertly turned back to Sebastian, and before Kurt could register what happened, the knife slashed through Sebastian's throat.

And then, there was blood.