A/N: Again, sorry for the wait, but I've been writing a lot of other stories lately.

Blaine kills himself this chapter. He won't survive. Don't read if this offends you in any way. Chapter 8 will be the chapter were Blaine does survive, so if you don't want to read this one I recommend you to read the other chapter (at least if you're interested in reading this at all… if not I don't really understand why you're reading the authors note in the first place. Okay I'm rambling. I'll shut up now…)

The first part of chapter 8 will be the same as this one. So if you're gonna read both chapters you can skip the first part of the eight chapter. Until 0.0.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Warnings: Suicide. Tears. Characters death.

"Shit! Finn call 991!"

The door wasn't open yet, but Burt knew what had happened. The minute he didn't found Blaine on that bed where he was supposed to be, he had a feeling of what was going on. Burt kept jumping against the door, hoping that it would open. But he didn't dare to push too hard. What if Blaine was lying there? Passed out on the floor? Maybe he was lying against the door or only a few inches away and the door would slam against his head. Maybe he isn't dead yet right now, but he'll be when Burt crashed the door open.

"What? What's going on?" Kurt, Carole and Finn all ran upstairs when they heard Burt's call from upstairs. Finn had brought his phone with him. He didn't actually need to know what was going on. Something was wrong. That was sure.

"Kurt can you get something to open this fucking door?" Burt never cursed, but he couldn't think straight right now. Blaine was there. On the other side of the door. Dying. Kurt was too shocked to do something immediately which made Burt turn around. For the last time he kicked and pushed and with his foot close to the door handle the door finally opened. Burt was relieved to see that Blaine wasn't anywhere close the door, but he started to panic again when he saw Blaine lying unconscious on the ground. His arms were drowning in the boy's blood and even the floor was covered with it.

Burt shook unbelievably his head a few times and made his way into the bathroom door as he motioned for Carole to follow him. Carole's hands immediately started looking for a pols and she was relieved to find one. She nodded at her husband who smiled softly at her.

The five of them waited, well Blaine wasn't really waiting, he was nearly dying, until they heard an ambulance driving into the street. Finn jumped to his feet and walked down the stairs where he opened the door. Two men immediately walked inside and Finn led the two males to the bathroom.

Everything else went pretty fast.

Blaine was lifted in the ambulance and they drove away to the hospital. Kurt was allowed to go with them, Burt, Carole and Finn had to drive to the hospital on their own. It was only minutes later when the four of them were sitting in the waiting room.

All of them were staring at the ground. None of them knew the right words to say. Not that is was really surprising. It wasn't like Blaine to end his life like this. At least not that most of them knew of. But on the other hand, what happened today hadn't happened before either. What happened today is something that shouldn't happen to anyone at anytime. No matter what that person has done.

Kurt mostly was beating himself up for not noticing. He seriously thought when he left his room earlier this evening that Blaine was going to be alright. Maybe not sometime soon, but some day in the future. The way that his boyfriend was fast asleep in his arms gave him hope. He should have known that it wouldn't be this easy. Especially not since it happened before, only last time Blaine didn't cut this deep.

He didn't need an hospital.

"I'm stupid." Kurt signed suddenly. His hand was placed on his knee and his father's hand was on top of his, silently stroking it with his thumb.

"You couldn't have known, Kurt." Burt whispered softly.

"I should have. Dad, it- it's not the first time he'd cut himself." Kurt sobbed quietly. "Last time- he... he told me that he wanted to forget about everything. He thought it would help. He never cut too deep though. He didn't want his life to be over, but...- but maybe this time. Maybe this time he didn't have the faith in his life he had last time?" Kurt questioned aloud. Tears were rolling over his cheeks for the second time that night, but this time he didn't bother to wipe them away.

Burt reached out slowly and placed his fingers under his son's chin and turned him until Kurt was facing his father. "Son, this isn't your fault. What happened to him is one of the worst things that can happen to someone. It's not fair that it had to happen to Blaine. It's not fair that it happens at all. I can't believe people are this cruel." Burt closed is eyes and tried to calm down.

He wasn't supposed to be mad when his son was around especially not in these circumstances, he was scared and sad enough as it was.

"Burt's right, dude." Finn commented softly from the ground where he was seated. "What happened to him sucks. And Mr. Reens must be punished big time and I'll make sure of that."

"Come on, Sweetie. I wish I could say that everything will be alright, but he lost a lot of blood. I do know though, that everyone here will do his and her best to make sure Blaine is okay." Carole was the only one who was standing in the waiting room, too impatient to sit down.

Kurt nodded.

He wanted to believe everything they all said, but it was difficult for him to do so.

Silence filled the room again. This was until a door opened and a doctor walked up to the group of people.

"Are you guys family of Blaine Anderson?"

0.0

Burt explained the situation and after calling Blaine's parents, Burt was told to come with Doctor Byall. Burt and Carole had tried to convince the doctor to let Kurt go with them, but he told him that he wasn't allowed to do that.

The father sat down in the room and watched nervously how the doctor did the same.

"I'm afraid I have to tell you that Blaine Anderson didn't make it." The doctor said right away. Burt's mouth opened and his hands formed fists on the table. For once he hit the table hard almost breaking the glass of water that was placed on top of it.

Burt shook his head. He didn't believe what the doctor told him.

He couldn't.

Even though the words were loud and clear.

"What do you mean exactly?" Burt asked after a while.

"Mr. Anderson has lost a lot of blood. Too much blood actually. When we arrived at the hospital he was already out. His heart wasn't beating and after trying for almost half an hour we couldn't get him back. I'm very sorry, sir." The doctor explained sadly before he stood up and left the room. He turned around one last time. "I'll leave you alone for a few minutes. Do you want me to tell the rest of the family or do you rather do that yourself?"

"I'll do it." Burt signed deeply as he locked eyes with the doctor for a short second.

After hearing this people always wanted to be alone for a few minutes, Mr Byall knew that out of experience.

Burt was glad the doctor left him alone, because right now he needed some time on his own. He needed to figure out how to tell Kurt. Who is he even kidding, he can't tell him Blaine died on a way it won't hurt. It will hurt no matter what.

When he walked out of the room with fresh tears in his eyes everyone immediately ran up to him.

"W- why are you crying?"

"Kiddo... Blaine- he... he uhm- I'm sorry Kurt." Burt finally finished. He couldn't say it, not yet.

"What? He- he's alive right? Dad please tell me he's alive!"

"Kurt, please calm down. There is nothing they could do." Burt explained helplessly. He knew he wasn't great words and that's why he leaned forwards and wrapped his arms tightly around his son. He didn't plan on letting go until Kurt was calmed down, even if it would take weeks. He would stay here with his son in his arms.

"If you want you can see him one last time." Doctor Byall informed as he inspected the family in the waiting room. Kurt immediately freed himself from the hug and walked to Blaine's room. He needed to see him one last time.

The love of his life.

With shaking legs Kurt walked towards the bed. He was glad when he didn't hear footsteps following him. He wanted to do this alone.

With closed eyes he sat down on the chair next to the bed and with a deep sigh he finally opened them. His eyes scanned his boyfriend's white body on the bed and Kurt couldn't believe that his dapper, brave, beautiful boyfriend was lying here.

Kurt wished he was sleeping, but the bloody clothes and the white skin told him otherwise.

"B- Blaine..." Kurt whispered. "I'm so sorry. I should have stayed with you, why did I even leave my room. I should have laid with you in my bed the whole night long. I needed to show you how much I love you, but it's too late for that now, isn't it?" Kurt sobbed quietly and picked up Blaine's hand softly and held it in both of his hands before bringing it to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on every finger and did the same with Blaine's other hand once he was finished.

"You're amazing. You know that right? You are the best boyfriend someone can wish for and I don't know what to do without you. I'm gonna miss you so much, Blaine."

Kurt knew it was useless. He was dead for god's sake, but he still felt the need to tell him how much he loves him, just in case he forgot.

"Time is up, Mr Hummel."

"Please one more minute." Kurt begged and with one simple nod the doctor left again.

"Remember how we first met? I immediately knew you were perfect. I thought about you every single night and if we didn't get together at the end I would have been ashamed of the thoughts that went through my head, but all those imaginations were even better in real life. All because of you. I'm gonna make sure that asshole gets what he deserves." The last part was more said to himself than to Blaine, but he needed to let it go.

As expected the doctor came back a minute later and with one last kiss on Blaine's lips Kurt finally left the room without looking back a single time. He didn't talk to anyone when he made his way to the car. He stepped in the car and stared outside the window until Burt pulled up the driveway before their house. Kurt opened the door and walked inside and to his room.

Carole, Burt and Finn all did the same thing. They walked to their own rooms and all locked the doors. For once it was quiet in their house. No one wanted to say anything and no one knew what to say.

They just lost a good friend.

A boyfriend.

A son.

And there is nothing that can replace him.

A/N: Okay... that is pretty sad. If I write another chapter where he survises the first part will be the same like I said before.

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