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TRIGGER WARNINGS and SUICIDE ATTEMPT-please be careful

Kurt had just finished washing up after dinner. His Dad and Carol were watching something in the other room and Finn had run off to his room as soon as the meal was over. Kurt's Dad hadn't freaked out when he saw how much Kurt had bought, he just rolled his eyes and muttered something about having to remortgage the house.

Kurt decided he would go and watch whatever his parents were watching in the other room because he had done all of his homework and there was nothing else to really do, except wallow in self-pity. However when he sat down he realised they were watching some cheap comedy film that wasn't exactly funny. But he couldn't go upstairs now, he would have to sit here for a few more minutes before escaping to his room, Finn had the right idea. Luckily Jeff seemingly sensed Kurt's distress and decided to text him.

Hey KitKat, how's it going- Jeff

KitKat? I'm good thanks you?-Kurt

Yeah, KitKat it's your new nickname, Spy wasn't very nice-Jeff

Kurt giggled at his new nickname, Jeff was weird

Does anyone else have a nickname?-KitKat

"Yay, Well I call Blaine the Hair- Jeff

Why?-KitKat

"You haven't him without gel-Jeff

[See picture attached]

Kurt laughed out loud when he saw the picture, but it wasn't because of Blaine's hair. Sure it was a wild curly mess that stuck up all over the place; it was the other boy's expression. He was in his pyjamas with a shocked expression, clearly trying to grab the camera man.

"What are you laughing at?" Burt said, looking at Kurt, glad to see him smiling again- he wasn't stupid, he knew Kurt wasn't himself.

"Just one of my new friends" Kurt tried to say dismissively, he was fine with his Dad and Carole knowing he had made friends with the Dalton boys but if Finn found out he'd tell Rachel and she would flip.

"New friends hm?" Carole asked

"Yeah, they are the Dalton Academy glee club" Kurt replied "There are 12 of them"

"How did you meet them" Burt asked, Kurt knew he was going to be questioned extensively so he better be honest.

"Puck said I should go and do something useful and spy on one of our rivals, I went to Dalton and they found out I was a spy, instead of beating me up they bought me coffee and we had a chat"

"About?" Burt prompted

"Why I was upset" Kurt replied, regretting it as soon as the words came out of his mouth. Carole went all mama bear and Burt looked ready to get out his shotgun

"Who do I have to kill?" Burt asked

"No one Dad, I was just sad because the guys don't see me as one of them and neither do the girls. I'm an outcast in a group of outcasts. Puck told me to do something useful because the boys didn't want to do any of my song suggestions. I still don't know what we are supposed to be singing and our performance is tomorrow"

"Kurt, sweetie, do you want me to talk to Finn?" Carole asked leaning forward

"No, its fine, I just won't sing tomorrow, I'm not that bothered. I have found a group of people who have accepted me, and see me for who I am not a label. Karofsky came up to us in the Lima Bean and started having a go at me and the Warblers stood up for me."

"Warblers?" Burt questioned looking confused

"It's the name of their glee club, they stood up to Karofsky for me, and they turned it round and made him look like the idiot"

"Good," Burt laughed "I'm glad you have found people to stick up for you, you need friends Kurt"

Kurt nodded, he knew that already, maybe the Warblers weren't the most obvious choice and sure Kurt loved the New Directions. But Kurt needed people who accepted him, people who had been through what Kurt was going through. People who could laugh and joke with him without making thing weird and awkward.

Kurt excused himself to get started on his skin care ritual, leaving his Dad and Step-Mom alone, Burt was worried for his son's safety, he had known Karofsky didn't like Kurt but the way he had come after him in a coffee shop made him think that there was a lot more going on.

"He'll be fine." Carole said taking Burt's hand "He's a strong boy"

"I'm glad he has made friends but Kurt said it himself, they are rivals, once they get to sectionals he is going to be torn between them" Burt said "I haven't heard him laugh in a long time. He doesn't think I've noticed but he has stopped going out with the girls from New Directions, he doesn't go to their sleepovers anymore, he hardly ever sings anymore- I used to have to tell him to shut up because it was late, he's struggling, these Dalton boys are good for him"

"He'd be a lot safer at that school too; I looked into it for Finn before he started high school. It has a zero-tolerance for bullying. But it costs a lot of money" Carole added.

"If we made a few cuts we could afford it" Burt said

"But what if he doesn't want to move?"

"If the bullying gets worse he won't have a choice. His safety comes first"

Kurt was walking through the halls of McKinley; it was last period-glee. Kurt was going to be late if he didn't hurry but he didn't really care. Suddenly out of nowhere Kurt was shoved into the lockers with such force he fell to the floor. He looked up to see Karofsky smirking.

"Homo" he spat as he walked into the locker room. Anger bubbled up inside Kurt, his friends could stand up to Karofsky so why couldn't he? Kurt pushed himself up off the floor and stormed into the locker room after his bully. He reached over and slammed shut Karofsky's open locker.

"What is your problem?" Kurt shouted

"Excuse me?" Karofsky questioned

"What are you so scared of?"

"You mean besides you sneaking in here, looking at my junk"

"Oh yeah, every straight guys nightmare, that all us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you. Well guess what ham hock, you're not my type"

"That right?" Karofsky said, stepping closer

"Yeah, I don't do chubby boys who sweat too much and are gonna be bald by time there thirty"

"Do not push me Hummel," Karofsky threatened, lifting his fist

"Your gonna hit me, do it"

"Don't push me"

"Hit me, because you're not going to change who I am. You can't punch the gay out of me anymore than I can punch the ignoramus out of you" Kurt spat

"Get out of my face" Karofsky shouted

"You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are"

As Kurt finished his sentence Karofsky grabbed hold of Kurt's face and pressed his lips against the others hard. Kurt froze, he didn't understand what was happening, the guy who had made his life a living hell for being gay was kissing him. Forcing his tongue into Kurt's mouth.

Karofsky moved back but Kurt remained still. Terrified of what was going to happen next. Karofsky moved in to kiss him again but this time Kurt saw it coming. He pushed Karofsky back as hard as he could and took several steps back. Karofsky looked extremely distressed and hit the lockers. Kurt flinched. Karofsky then grabbed Kurt's shirt and pushed him up against the lockers.

"You tell anyone about this, I will kill you"

With that Karofsky left the locker room, leaving Kurt alone. Kurt slowly slid down onto the floor. He pressed his knees against his chest and he began to cry. Tears flooded down his cheeks as he sobbed quietly. He couldn't take it anymore Karofsky had pushed him too far. What was he supposed to do now? Karofsky was going to kill him.

All of a Sudden his phone started to ring; fumbling around Kurt managed to get his phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was Elliot, Kurt accepted the call.

"Hey Kurt, how do feel about skipping final period and meeting me and the other Warblers at the park?" Elliott's cheerful voice rang out

"Elli..." Kurt barely whispered,

"Kurt? What's wrong?" Elliott's voice became slightly panicked

"Not safe..." Kurt chocked out "He's gonna kill me"

"Kurt, we are on a way okay? We're going to pick you up. Where will you be" Kurt heard Elliott call the others and he could hear them move into their vehicles

"Choir room" Kurt cried

"Okay baby we'll be there in a minute"

Elliott hung up and Kurt pushed himself up off the floor. Kurt slowly moved to sit on one of the benches in the locker room. He was having trouble breathing, each breath painfully and gasping. He was shaking and tears ran down his face. He knew what would help.

Kurt pulled his bag to his chest and rummaged around in the pocket. He located what he was looking for quite quickly, it cut his fingers as he grabbed it and pulled it out of the bag. Kurt knew he shouldn't have the razor with him at school, but sometimes, he just couldn't wait until he got home. Sometimes the day became too much, too fast and the cutting helped.

Kurt rolled up his sleeves and gripped the blade and slowly dragged it across his arm, he sighed a breath of relief as the pain bit into him, blood bubbled at the surface of the wound and dripped down his arm. He repeated the motion several times on each arm, reopening old scars and creating new ones.

Kurt began to feel light headed and dizzy. The last thought Kurt remembered thinking was that he'd gone to deep, that if he didn't get help, he would die. And then he thought that maybe that wasn't such bad thing.

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Lyna Laufeyson