A/N: Thank you for the awesome reviews on the last chapter, I wasn't expecting such a positive response to Klaine + ND hanging out. Was pretty awesome. I may slot some more in eventually, but probably not for a while.

Rating: T - has some dark themes.

Kurt always loved lying in Blaine's arms. He was strong, firm muscles hid under his uniform, and Kurt felt safe and warm within them. The feeling of being pressed up against the older boy made Kurt feel protected – and Blaine would protect him, no matter what. Kurt desired bodily contact – he was almost clingy in a way, but Blaine wouldn't change it for the world.

"Morning," Blaine muttered, squeezing Kurt tightly against him.

"How'd you know I was awake?" Kurt turned over so his face was nestled in Blaine's chest, his arms wrapping around him.

"You were tense…not as relaxed, as if you were waiting for the day to slap you in the face,"

"Waking up is a slap in the face," Kurt laughed, kissing along Blaine's bare torso.

"What's the time?" Blaine asked, stroking Kurt's fine hair.

The two had been together long enough for Kurt to forget the status of his hair in the mornings, if it meant being able to spend more time in bed with Blaine.

"About eight," Blaine's eyes widened but Kurt kissed him gently. "Don't worry. Dad went out with Finn and Carole and decided not to check on me – I suppose Finn covered for us. Nobody will catch us,"

"I'm sorry for oversleeping," Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead, bringing them even closer together. Kurt wondered if it was even possible to get closer. "I swear I set my alarm,"

"You slept through it…it's off now," Kurt grinned, snuggling into the warm blankets.

Blaine continued to kiss Kurt's face gently, making a trail until they were mere millimetres apart, their lips barely touching.

"I love you," Blaine whispered, his lips brushing Kurt's slightly.

"I love you too," Kurt grinned, closing the distance and kissing him passionately, parting Blaine's lips with his tongue.

Blaine's hands roamed Kurt's body, gently caressing the bare skin of his torso, before coming to a rest on his hip – hidden away by his pyjama bottoms. Kurt broke away, kissing Blaine's neck and then down to his amazing arms, kissing along the muscles. Blaine grinned and tensed his arm playfully, earning a delighted moan from Kurt. Kurt continued to kiss down Blaine's arm, until he reached his wrist.

But something made Kurt stop.

His lips passed rough skin and Kurt's eyes narrowed, finding the source of the rough patch.

Scars.

Kurt's eyes widened and he shot a glance at Blaine, whose eyes were closed as he leaned back against the pillows. How had he not seen these before? What the hell were they from?

"Blaine…" Kurt was afraid to ask, even though he was sure he knew what they were.

"Yeah babe?" Blaine opened his eyes and watched Kurt, unsure of the cause of his hesitance.

"What…what happened to your wrist?"

Blaine's eyes widened and he removed his wrist from Kurt's grasp. "Nothing,"

"Blaine…" Kurt pleaded, but Blaine was upset.

He got out of bed, grabbing his shirt as he went.

"I should go." He said bluntly. "Your parents will be back soon,"

"Blaine, please," Kurt hastily got out of the warm blankets and tugged on Blaine's arm. "Don't go, please! You…you don't have to tell me, I was just curious,"

"No," Blaine muttered, collecting his bag and packing his stuff. "I should really go,"

"Are you…" Kurt swallowed hard. "Are you mad at me,"

"No Kurt," Blaine kissed him quickly, but there was nothing behind it. "I just…gotta go,"

Blaine practically slammed the door, leaving a very confused and on-the-verge-of-tears Kurt to wonder what had got him so upset.

^.^

Blaine just about stomped out of Kurt's house, mentally cursing himself. Why had he reacted that way? It wasn't the first time someone had seen his scars. Of course, he'd told Wes, David and Thad – hell, they were the ones that stopped him from creating more.

He walked the two blocks to where he'd parked his car, sitting in it with his head in his hands. He couldn't tell Kurt. Perhaps he'd forget about it by tomorrow.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he opened the message with shaking hands.

Rachel (8:18) You okay? Kurt just called me, he seems upset. What did you do?

Blaine let out a supressed chuckle. It was only natural for Kurt to turn to his best friend for assistance. He ignored the text and put his phone back in his pocket. He could deal with that later. Right now, Blaine needed to think.

^.^

"Well, is he mad at you?" Mercedes asked through the phone.

"I don't know! I asked him and he said he wasn't,"

"Would Blaine lie to you?" Rachel asked, sending the text to Blaine.

"I don't know!" Kurt sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands.

"Have you texted him?"

"No, I've been complaining to you guys,"

"Well you won't tell us what made him…or you, so upset. So we can't really help," Rachel muttered. She was still sleepy.

"Right. I'll text him then?"

"Yes!" the girls cried in unison.

"Wish me luck," Kurt muttered, hanging up.

He stared at his phone for a bit, before it buzzed unexpectedly.

Blaine (8:45) I'm sorry. Just give me some time, okay? Love you.

Kurt let out a breath of relief. He really wasn't mad.

Are you sure you don't want to talk?

While Kurt waited, he went to the kitchen, slowly fixing himself breakfast. After what seemed like years, the phone buzzed in his hand.

Blaine (9:01) I don't know.

Kurt huffed. He was worried about his boyfriend, but so far he wasn't letting any clues escape about why he was upset.

When you figure it out, let me know. I'm here for you – even if you don't want to talk about…it.

Kurt 'uhmed' and 'ahhed' over his reply for a very long time, finishing his breakfast before hitting send. When Kurt realised there'd be no reply, he set to work on his homework for that weekend. He hated math. It was his worst subject.

His parents and Finn returned, stopping in to say 'hi' before Carole and Burt left again. Kurt constantly checked his phone, no longer being able to concentrate on the numbers that swam in front of his eyes.

"Kurt…you had lunch yet?" Finn stood at the doorway, a plate in his hand with a sandwich balanced on it.

"Oh," Kurt stared at his watch, surprised to find it almost two in the afternoon. "No, I…I didn't realise it was so late,"

Finn smiled warmly. "Rachel kinda told me you were upset. You haven't left your room," he offered the plate to Kurt, which he took graciously.

"Thanks…" Kurt grinned. Finn wasn't usually so sweet. "I'll…I'll let you know if anything changes,"

Finn nodded, satisfied with the answer and left, leaving Kurt to his homework again. Kurt sighed – he couldn't concentrate any more than before. He took the plate to his bed and started eating, wondering what to do with himself. He picked up a photo that lay on his bedside table – it was him and Blaine, chilling in their Dalton uniforms. They looked so simple, so happy. Kurt knew that it was a small argument, but he couldn't help but feel like his world was crashing down around him.

After his sandwich was finished, he curled up with new sheet music, humming the lines to himself. Before long, his eyes fluttered shut and the exhausted boy was asleep.

^.^

Kurt's phone buzzed loudly, vibrating against the desk. Kurt shot up, completely awake as he launched himself at his phone.

Blaine (4:03) Come outside?

Kurt grinned almost giddily and changed his clothes before racing downstairs.

He stopped in the kitchen. "Bye Finn! I'll be back later!"

"Good Luck!" as soon as the reply came, Kurt was out the door. Blaine's car was parked in front of his house, for goodness knows how long. Kurt approached it eagerly and rapped on the window.

Blaine gave him a half-smile and unlocked the doors, letting Kurt in.

"Hey,"

"Hey," Kurt grinned, putting his seatbelt on and giving Blaine a small kiss on the cheek.

An awkward silence followed and Kurt mentally cringed. He hated awkward silences.

Blaine started the car without a sound and started driving, but Kurt couldn't pick where they were going. Everything was unfamiliar. When the journey started heading in an upwards direction, Kurt turned to Blaine with a raised eyebrow.

"You trust me, right?" Blaine asked, not looking at Kurt.

"Always," Kurt settled back against the seats, content. As long as Blaine knew what he was doing, he was okay. He certainly seemed calmer, although a lot more subdued than usual.

Kurt watched the scenery as they went, and finally Blaine parked. The car sat on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the city. Kurt's eyes widened as he looked out over the side. Blaine undid his own seatbelt and got out of the car, standing near the edge of the cliff.

Kurt followed hesitantly. Blaine hadn't said anything. He stood behind Blaine nervously, watching for body language – a sign that he wanted Kurt to come closer. After a very long moment, Blaine turned and held out his hand to Kurt, who slowly took it. The two stood side by side, watching as the sun set over the world.

"When I was in primary school, I was teased a lot," Blaine started very softly, so much so that Kurt had to take a step towards him to hear him. "A lot like you – I was shoved against lockers, slushied and thrown into dumpsters almost every single day. I wasn't very popular."

Blaine sighed. He didn't want to continue.

"As you can tell, I came out early – it was about grade six when I was caught staring at some guy in my grade. When I told my parents…" Blaine paused, taking a long breath. "My father wasn't happy."

"I was practically kicked out of the house when I told him – I hid from my father for a long time – living with the few friends I had. It wasn't good. When I returned home for good, it was because my mother had begged me to." Blaine took a shuddering breath as he held out the hand Kurt was holding. He pulled his jacket sleeve up to reveal the fading white scars. "I started to cut myself during grade seven. When people found out what I did to myself, they left me alone. Sure, there was still verbal abuse, but the physical abuse had stopped."

Blaine let out a small, unamused laugh. "I supposed they figured what I was doing was bad enough…why torture me more?"

Kurt was frozen to the spot, not daring to say a word. Blaine was opening up to him – revealing a side of himself that Kurt never even – could never even begin to fathom, and all he could do was gape.

"Why…why don't you need to anymore?" he finally got out, a long time after Blaine had finished his explanation.

"I went to Dalton for high school…my father enrolled me so he wouldn't have to see me ever again. I owe a lot to my father…because I really found myself at Dalton." Blaine half grinned as the memory flickered along his mind. "When I first arrived, I kept to myself – practically thrusting my wrists at those who had the nerve to approach me. A lot of people avoided me. But then there was a room mix up, and I was boarded with Wes for a day."

Blaine pulled his jacket sleeve back down, glancing briefly at Kurt. Blaine's whole face was scarlet and he was shaking.

"Wes brought me to the Warblers, and I found music. Music saved my life…because more than once I…" Blaine didn't need to finish his sentence. "The Warblers saved me, and I pretty much owe my life to them,"

Kurt couldn't talk again. His throat had closed up, and he thought that if he had to talk, the tears would spill. Blaine pulling him into a hug did it, and Kurt cried into his shoulder.

It took Kurt a good minute to realise that Blaine was crying just as hard.

"Jesus Blaine…" Kurt whispered into his boyfriends' ear, holding him tightly. After this moment, he never wanted to let him go.

"I'm sorry," Blaine breathed, struggling for breath as he sobbed. "I'm sorry I got so defensive…I don't…" he took a shuddering breath. "I don't normally tell…"

"I understand," Kurt kissed his ear, closing his eyes.

The two leant against each other in a tight embrace, neither one wanting to let go. The sun was fading and it was getting colder, but neither boy could care.

Finally, Kurt spoke up.

"Why did you choose cutting?" he asked cautiously, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder. "If you don't want to…"

"No…it's…it's been good talking," he took another deep breath and pulled away from Kurt gently, leading him to a tree.

The two of them sat under it while Blaine collected his thoughts. "When I first started…it was because of the stereotypes. All the TV shows, all the books I read basically stated that unhappy kids cut themselves to make it better,"

Blaine closed his eyes. "I wanted everything to be better, so I tried it out." His eyes opened again but he was blushing and he couldn't look at Kurt. "At first there was nothing…there was no antidote, and I felt jaded – this nasty bleeding scar on my wrist that provided no relief. I didn't understand,"

He fiddled restlessly with a piece of grass, trying to grow in the shade. "But then someone saw it. The rumours spread like wildfire, and for a while, I was just cutting for acknowledgment."

Kurt shuddered involuntarily. He had trouble shaving! He had no idea how Blaine could face a blade at his own wrist.

"I ended up convincing myself that I was doing the right thing…but now I realise how stupid I was…and how much damage I could've done myself," he concluded with a heavy sigh. "I haven't touched the blades since…they're locked away…" he laughed slightly. "Wes, Thad and David held an intervention for me,"

Kurt smiled and squeezed Blaine's hand. He was a lot more relaxed.

"It's amazing…how you can go through hell and come out on the other side grinning," Kurt said softly, catching the last glimpse of the sun before it dipped below the horizon.

Blaine chuckled slightly. "I can't just be this awesome," he admitted with a playful grin. "I have to have a reason to be awesome."

Kurt leant against his shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Thank you," Kurt mumbled and Blaine raised his eyebrows, the blush on his face receding.

"For what?"

"Being awesome," Kurt muttered, nuzzling his neck gently. "And sharing…not many people can do that,"

Blaine chuckled and wrapped his arms around Kurt.

"Anything for you,"

A/N: I think I butchered the ending. I've been working on this one for a couple of days...I hope you enjoy it. I've always had the suspicion that Blaine had a bad past - and that's why he's so happy-go-lucky all the time. Unfortunately, this one /was/ based on a real life situation, and it's because everything is better now that I chose to write about it.
Also, I appologise for my epic fail of geography. Ohio is probably flat and doesn't have any cliff's. XD Oh well.