How's it going bro's? ... Sorry... I've been watching a lot of PewDiePie recently...
Aaaaaany way... here's chapter 7
The internet's been down at home for a while which is why it took so long for me to update... sorry

Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 7 - Make Up

It had been almost a week since their argument, and it was killing Kurt. Blaine hadn't turned up for school that week and Kurt was glad he stayed off to recover, but he was also worried. He had tried calling, but he never got an answer from Blaine, just his answer phone.

The Glee Club continually sent worried looks in his direction. Ever since their argument, he hadn't been acting like himself. He wasn't paying attention in classes, he wasn't joining in on the jokes in Glee, he didn't even bother to laugh at Finn when he fell over while they were trying to learn the choreography.

He was pretty much a shell of what he used to be. He had to figure out how to make it up to Blaine.

~0~

Things weren't any better for Blaine. There were millions of tiny shallow cuts gracing his arms. Ever since the first time he did it, he wasn't able to stop. It was like an addiction to a drug.

He felt like he had some control in his life.

He thought back to when Kurt tried to call him a few hours after the argument.

~0~

He sat looking at the small cuts that were running across his wrist. He knew as soon as he had drawn the blood that it was a bad idea. He could kill himself with just a small wrong movement, or putting too much pressure on.

Did he want that? Did he want to die? No. He didn't. He just didn't know how else to control his anger. He didn't mean to hurt Kurt. He didn't want to hurt anybody, but he always found some way to do it.

He got up from the floor of his bathroom and looked through the cupboards to, luckily, find a bandage that was long enough to go all the way round his wrist to hide them.

'Looks like I'm stuck in long-sleeve t-shirts for a while then...' he thought bitterly to himself.

He slowly wrapped the bandage around his wrist wincing slightly at the pressure on the cuts.

'It's your own fault, idiot, if you didn't cut it then it wouldn't hurt'

He shook his head trying to get rid of the thought.

He was shocked when he heard the buzzing of his phone in his bedroom. He sighed, getting up and walking towards his bed side table. He looked at the phone, and saw Kurt's face lighting up the screen with his name flashing across. He didn't have the energy to answer him... not right now anyway. He ignored the call, and crawled into his bed. He let his head hit the pillow and consume him in a dreamless sleep.

~0~

It had happened like that for the following week. Blaine cutting, bandaging it, getting a call from Kurt and ignoring it. After the weekend, Kurt must have given up on him, because he wasn't calling him anymore. Even though he wasn't answering the calls, it was nice to know that Kurt still cared. After the phone calls, or just after finishing bandaging them he was falling into the bed asleep. He had been getting more sleep than he thought he could, and he was still tired.

"Blaine, honey, are you ok?"

That was another thing that was annoying him. His mother. She never left him alone. She was always there, checking on him. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the care she'd been giving him. He loved her, he always would, but sometimes she was... overbearing.

"I'm fine mom. I'm just a little tired." His voice was muffled by his duvet.

He heard him mom sigh, "Blaine, all you've done this week is sleep. I know you're supposed to be resting - which I'm glad you are - but you've not got out of bed this week. Is it something to do with the argument between you and Kurt?"

Why was his mom so good at figuring things out? He nodded, not making any other movement under his duvet.

"Oh honey..." he felt the bed dip down next to him.

He pulled his head out of the covers, and cuddled up to him mom, "I didn't mean to shout at him mom. It's just... I didn't want everyone knowing what really happened. I don't want their pity. I don't want it. I just got angry because they all laughed when I said that I walked into a locker door, and I didn't want them to either laugh at me, or pity me. ... What if I've ruined everything mom?" He didn't know when he had become such an emotional person, but right now the tears were streaming down his face.

He felt his moms arms tighten around him. Usually he would complain about being hugged like this, but right now he felt like he needed it.

"You haven't ruined it honey. I'm sure Kurt will understand if you just tell him why you snapped. You can fix this if you set your mind to it Blaine." She ran her fingers through his hair. She knew that he would be able to fix this. She believed every word she had just said to her son.

~0~

Blaine's mother held him until he fell asleep. She felt the heartbreak for her son, and wished she could do more. She placed her own hand on her stomach and smiled to herself. Soon she wouldn't be able to hide this from Blaine anymore. He was going to have a younger brother or sister. She could imagine it now, he would act like a five year old at Christmas at the thought of not being the youngest anymore... and getting a brother or sister... obviously.

There was a knock on the front door downstairs. Gently, she laid her son down properly on his bed, and covered him with the blanket that was at the opposite end. She watched as he snuggled down into it and let out a sleepy sigh. He was adorable at times.

She slowly made her way downstairs to open the door.

~0~

Blaine wandered through the woods. It was cold, and snow was covering the ground. There was no animals or wildlife here except the bare trees that cast haunting shadows on the ground. How he got there, he had no idea. All he knew was that he needed to find a way out of here a fast.

"Blaine..."

His head snapped up as he looked around, trying to find the source of the voice calling him.

"Blaine..."

The voice was being carried by the wind, making it so much harder to follow. A shadow fell across a nearby tree. A hand slowly raising and beckoning him towards whoever it was.

He slowly walked towards the figure. When he got there, he saw Kurt standing there looking at him with disappointment wrote on his face.

"Why are you still here Blaine? Why do you continually drag me down with you? Karofsky doesn't hurt me anymore. It all starts when you appear. You're always the centre of attention, aren't you? Always in the spot light."

What was wrong with Kurt? He never talked to him like that...

"Kurt, are you ok? I didn't mean to upset you... I'm sorry." He tried.

He laughed, "you're always sorry aren't you? You think saying that will fix everything? That everything you have ruined will be fixed just because of those two words? God, Blaine, why don't you just off yourself, and be done with it? That will fix things won't it?"

Blaine stood stock still. His mouth was open, staring into Kurt. He looked down at his wrists. The cuts there, staring at him. He looked back to Kurt who was wearing a sinister smile on his face. Something was in his hand, glinting in the moonlight.

He threw it towards Blaine. It landing a few centimetres in front of him. A pen knife.

"Use it Blaine. Do us all a favour." Then, the spectre of Kurt disappeared into nothingness as the world around Blaine turned black...

~0~

He woke from his sleep jumping into a sitting position.

"Shh sweetie. It's ok. I'm here."

"K-Kurt..." He slurred as his eyes began to clear, "Is that really you?"

The other boy smiled at him, a soft, gentle smile. "It's me honey. I've missed you and wanted to come apologise."

Blaine shook his head vigorously, "You don't need to apologise. I was the one in the wrong, you thought you were doing right by me. I had no right to shout at you like I did. I'm sorry."

He was pulled into a hug by the other boy. He wrapped his arms around the slender boys waist and curled into him as much as possible. Drowning in the smell that he loved so much.

"I love you, Kurt." He murmured into the other boys shirt.

"I love you too." He heard as he felt Kurt rest his nose on top of Blaine's curls.

They stayed that way for a long time. Just revelling in the fact that they were ok, and that they were still strong.

"How did you get in here anyway?" Blaine asked breaking the comfortable silence.

"Your mom let me in. She told me you'd just fallen asleep. Creepish as it sounds, I just came up and watched you. You looked so peaceful... but then you started flinching away from nothing. You were whimpering as well... but you woke up soon after that started. Wanna tell me what your dream was about."

He didn't want to relive it... not again... "Er... just you broke up with me for someone else because of the argument." He lied.

Kurt looked at him for a second, knowing it wasn't the truth but didn't want to push it so soon after they had sorted things out.

"...Ok." He looked Blaine in the eyes, "Do you wanna watch a movie... I have all afternoon with you..."

Blaine nodded not breaking the gaze.

"Ok. I'm just going to use the bathroom..." Kurt said standing up.

"Ok..." Blaine said following the boy with his eyes.

'Something isn't right. What is it?' He thought to himself.

He heard a small gasp from the bathroom. "Kurt... You ok in there?"

The taller boy walked back into the room holding a bloodies razor, "Blaine... what's this?"

OOOOO ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER! ... sorry... I'm saying that a lot this chapter. Whatever, don't forget to review and shout at me for being this mean to you... BYE BRO'S *brofist*