AN: So, I've got a new prompt challenge I'm writing drabbles to. This one is quotes from tv or movies. Although I still have some lyric inspired drabbles to post, I really wanted to share this one. Hope you enjoy.

Prompt: B'Elanna Torres - "When the people around you are all one way, and you're not... You can't help but feel like there's something wrong with you." - 'Voyager - Lineage'

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I stared down at the knife, watching the way the light reflected off the blade. I was tired of dealing with all the crap at school. I didn't fit in and nobody liked me nor did they have any problem letting me know that. Even the administration looked the other way when it came to the bullying. Perhaps saving Karosky the trouble of following through with his threat was the way to go.

Slowly, I pressed the sharp blade against the skin of my left wrist. It wasn't the pain that stopped me. After being tossed in dumpsters and shoved into lockers I had learned to ignore the pain. It was the sight of the blood that made me draw the knife back. The red liquid that welled up on the pale skin of my arm jolted me into realizing what I was really doing. This wasn't just about me. Perhaps my peers didn't like me but I knew how important I was to my dad. He might not always know how to best show me that he loved me, but somehow the message came through.

"Hey Kurt," Finn called out. I had forgotten Finn had come over after school today as he and his mom were having dinner with us so that wedding plans could be worked on. "Mom called. She and Burt got stuck in traffic coming home from the reception hall," he continued, his voice getting louder as he came down the steps. "She wanted you to start dinner."

"I don't think I'm going to be able to," I replied, hearing the waver in my voice as I stared down at the blood. "Finn, I did something really stupid," I admitted.

"What is it, Dude," Finn said, his footsteps coming closer. I can hear an intake of breath and know that he's seen the blood.

I can hear hurried footsteps walking away, but can't take my eyes off of the blood. I'm still looking at it, when Finn sits down next to, and takes the knife from my hand. And then the blood is out of my sight, covered by a washcloth from my bathroom.

"What were you thinking?" Finn says, his hand encircling my wrist as he applies pressure to the cut.

"That I'm tired of being an outcast. Tired of the bullying that everyone just wants to ignore."

"This isn't the answer."

"Like you care."

The words slip out without me thinking.

"I do, though perhaps I haven't really shown that."

"What's wrong with me, Finn?"

"Absolutely nothing," he replies, slipping his other arm around my shoulders. "You're an individual, Kurt, and some people have a hard time accepting things that are different."

"I just want to fit somewhere."

"You do. You fit in this family," Finn tells me, giving my shoulders a squeeze.

In that moment, I feel a sense of belonging and am relieved I didn't cut myself deeper than I did.