A/N: So this works as a sort of...something to Stranger in the Park, but it has no relation to this except it's the same concept. Kurt's upset and Stranger!Blaine helps him.

Kurt wanted to die.

He always wanted to die.

But every time he got close, he just waited it out, to see if he'd feel the same way tomorrow.

'It gets better', the websites told him.

Yeah? Well when? He had been waiting for it to get better for three years now.

Hell, the only reason he was alive was because he was just waiting.

How much longer would it take?

And what exactly, was it?

It.

It could be so many things. An ever changing variable in a sea of constants.

It gets better. Life gets better. Society gets better. School gets better.

They gets…no. 'They gets better' didn't make sense.

Neither did 'You gets better'.

Kurt truly believed it was a false statement.

Well. Tonight he did.

It wasn't about life. It wasn't about school. It wasn't even about society.

It was him.

It was them.

But Kurt didn't want to change. Didn't want to live in a world where he had to change before it got better.

So why live in this world?

Kurt asked himself over and over again, staring at the concrete below.

It would take one step.

One step and he'd be dead.

Life was fragile.

He glanced down at the road below, wondering if the suspended walkway was suspended enough for the fall to kill him.

He could always fall head-first.

The thing about waiting…sometimes you wait too long and your opportunity slips away.

A warm hand slid into Kurt's, and Kurt almost fell off the ledge in fright.

"What are you-?"

"Shhh..." The boy said, squeezing his hand slightly.

It was too dark for Kurt to make out his appearance, but a few curls stood out from his silhouette.

"This is a nice walkway." He commented, his voice low and soothing. "I don't usually walk this way anymore. But tonight I did. I don't know why I just felt like it. Seems like fate…"

Suddenly Kurt was crying, and he didn't know why. If the other boy had noticed, he didn't comment.

"The stars are pretty tonight." He continued. "Sometimes I like to sit in the park and just stargaze." He paused, glancing over. "Want to come join me?"

He didn't give Kurt a choice and tugged him down from the ledge, leading him back to the path.

"I don't know much about constellations, so I make up my own stories. It's much more fun that way."

Silent sobs wracked Kurt's body. He didn't know what to do – what to think.

Who was this boy?

Kurt had been so close to stepping out. To ending it…

And there it was again.

It.

"Lie down."

They had reached a park – Kurt had barely registered the fact that they were moving, and suddenly the boy was pulling him onto the grass.

"See the four stars there?" he pointed at the cluster.

Kurt didn't – couldn't – respond. He was aware that his face was on fire, and his eyes were closed as he sobbed. There was a hand on his shoulder, but he didn't look up.

"Can you look at me, please."

Kurt managed to pry his eyes open, glancing at the curly-haired man.

"Thank you. Now come on. Look."

He forced Kurt's head up with his fingers, pointing out the stars again.

"See?"

Kurt managed a nod.

"Alright. It kind of looks like a guitar. So that's me. I like playing guitar."

It looked nothing like a guitar. Maybe he was blind…

"What do you like?"

Oh. Kurt knew where he was coming from now.

He shook his head, more sobs wracking his body. He was embarrassed and upset, and he didn't know what to say to this guy.

"Do you…like…video games…?"

That actually made Kurt stop crying for a split second, and he gave the guy a Look. Did he look like that type of guy who would like video games?

"No?" the boy chuckled. "Me either. What about…singing?"

Kurt took a deep breath, his sobs now under control. Kind of. He just nodded, looking up at him.

Finally, the boy smiled.

"You okay?"

Kurt almost starting crying again.

He shook his head. "No. No, I'm really not."

He inched closer, putting his arm around Kurt.

"Do you…do you want to talk about it?"

Kurt laughed through his sobs.

"No offence, but I don't even know your name."

The boy grinned. "Blaine."

"Kurt."

Blaine beamed. "Nice to meet you, Kurt."

They were silent for a little while, and Blaine glanced over at him.

"Want to talk about it now?"

Kurt let his head drop, sighing. "What's there to talk about?"

"The fact that you were just about to jump off a suspended walkway is a pretty good conversation topic."

Kurt was surprised at how bluntly he'd put it, his eyes wide as he looked at Blaine.

"Wow."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Come on. We've all been in the dark place. Now that you're out of it, we can talk."

Kurt blinked, a confused expression on his face. "What?"

Blaine sighed, releasing Kurt's shoulder and lying down, stretching out on the grass. "Forget I said anything."

Kurt closed his eyes with a sigh. "Thank you."

Blaine smiled. "You're welcome."

They were silent for another couple of minutes, before Kurt started talking.

"It's just hard to deal with. And it isn't getting better."

Blaine nodded. "I can relate."

Kurt glanced back. "You can?"

Blaine nodded. "I tried to end it too."

"Why?"

"I'm gay." Blaine shrugged. "My father hates me, my brother…" he trailed off. "There was a lot of shit happening and I couldn't deal. But…it got better."

Kurt let out a frustrated groan. "It doesn't. It just doesn't. Everyone fucking says the same thing – It Gets Better, but it just doesn't."

Blaine watched him sadly. "Yeah, okay. So maybe sometimes it doesn't get better, but it gets manageable. You're still alive, aren't you?"

"Barely." Kurt whispered.

Blaine sighed. "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to…I'm always up to talk."

Kurt closed his eyes. "Why?"

"Because I have problems that I'd rather not deal with. Yours are much more fun."

Kurt let out a short laugh. "Gee, thanks."

Blaine grinned and held out his hand. "Come on, give me your phone."

Kurt gave him a sceptical look.

"Come on. At least call me the next time you try to kill yourself. At least that way I can help you. Or come with you. Or something."

Kurt laughed again, not really sure if Blaine was serious. Finally, he reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone, passing it over.

"Thanks." Blaine mumbled, passing his own phone over.

They exchanged numbers, and they sat silently again.

Kurt decided he liked Blaine. He was nice, although a little strange and blunt.

"Thank you, Blaine."

"You said that…" he was still lying on the grass, his arms tucked behind his head.

"Yeah, well I meant it."

Blaine smiled. "Just wait, Kurt. Things will get manageable."

"Whatever you say, Blaine…" Kurt smirked. "It was nice meeting you…"

Blaine sat up. "You're leaving?"

"My dad will be home soon…"

Blaine nodded. "Right."

Kurt bit his lip.

"Can I …. Will you be here tomorrow?"

"If you want me to be." Blaine said softly.

Kurt nodded. "If you could. Maybe we could talk."

Blaine grinned. "Alright. I'll see you right here?"

Kurt nodded, standing up and wiping the grass off his pants before pocketing his phone. He cast one more glance at Blaine before turning to start away.

Blaine's hand wrapped around his ankle, making him pause.

"Yeah?" he asked softly.

Blaine grinned, now lying on his stomach in the grass.

"Even if we can't make it manageable…we'll get it to 'liveable'."