Warning: Mentions of self-harm

Blaine woke up with a massive pounding in his head. After blinking a few times to try and focus he found that the room was spinning and it was making him dizzy. He sat up, too quickly in his opinion, to see staring across at him from his desk was an almost empty bottle of vodka. He didn’t even remember getting home. He fumbled around looking for his phone to call Kurt to make sure he did get a lift and didn’t drive, but that’s when he remembered.

He let his phone drop to his bed and slowly lay back down.

Kurt had yelled at him. Kurt had proved every fear he had ever had about the boy. He knew that when they first met all Kurt wanted was to sleep with him but he had actually started to think that they were friends. He’d put his faith in Kurt and he’d trusted him and he’d so stupidly thought that Kurt had trusted him back.

All of a sudden he felt his stomach lurch and he immediately ran to the bathroom. He was in there throwing up everything from the night before for a good twenty minutes but the disgusting feeling of being sick was nothing to everything else he was feeling. He lay down on the cold tiled floor and stared blankly at the wall.  

Kurt was his best friend at McKinley and he’d betrayed him in the worst way possible. The worst part of all, Blaine thought, was that he had finally let himself think that maybe there could be something more. Dancing with Kurt he had never felt so close to someone before, not just physically but emotionally as well. In that moment he had thought that maybe they could be something more. In that moment he had finally admitted to himself how much he liked Kurt. Most people would look at Kurt and just see the bad boy appeal but Blaine could see so much more than that. Blaine could see that despite what everyone saw, Kurt had a soft side to him, a side that he would only show to few people. Kurt was rough around the edges which was exciting but he was also so gentle that it left Blaine wondering how he could be real. When they’d first met, Kurt was always so stern and possessive in the way he held Blaine close to his side but gradually they turned into soft caresses and tender arms, curling around his waist instinctively.

He made Blaine feel special but now all he could think was that maybe that was how he treated every guy. Get them to trust him, fall for him and then screw them and take everything they had felt away. He’s a selfish jerk and as much as Blaine wanted to hit him he also couldn’t deny the fact that he was still upset that they never got the chance to kiss again.

After a good half hour of laying on the floor in the bathroom he finally took a shower to get rid of the smell of alcohol and smoke and went downstairs to face the day. He walked into the kitchen and started to pour some coffee his Dad must have already made up when a voice behind him made him jump.

“Have fun last night, Blaine?” Anthony was sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a coffee mug in one hand and flicking through the newspaper with the other. He didn’t look at Blaine as he spoke but looked up when he hadn’t responded.

“Why do you care?” Blaine turned his back to his Dad and started drinking his coffee, enjoying the taste on his lips and the soothing heat trickle down his throat. He wanted to forget last night and he wanted to not have to stand here and listen to what reason his Dad has for finally wanting to talk to him.

“I care Blaine because I got home after work last night only to find you not here. Then an hour later you stumble inside, drunk, after driving! Are you insane! You could have gotten yourself killed or killed someone else all because you-“  Blaine hadn’t heard his Dad yell like this since the time he was seven and Cooper was fourteen and Cooper had been caught skipping school and taking Blaine with him so they could go bowling together. They had been in so much trouble but it was also the best day they ever had together.

Granted Blaine didn’t remember how he got home the night before but he also couldn’t believe that this is why his Dad suddenly had an interest in him. He guessed that any chance his father got to yell at him and make him feel even more worthless about himself he’d take. He was still yelling in the background but Blaine had tuned him out. He’d stopped caring. About his Dad, about Kurt, about anyone. Caring only ever got him hurt and he wasn’t willing to put himself through that again. He drank the last of his coffee and washed out his mug before walking out of the kitchen and back up to his room. He felt his Dad follow behind him and could still hear him yelling but he barely noticed. He walked into his room and shut the door behind him. The last thing he saw was his Dad’s shocked face. He would have slammed it shut to try and get his father even angrier but he didn’t have the energy. He was sick of trying for people who obviously wanted nothing to do with him.

He shut all his blinds, turned off any lights in him room, even unplugged his alarm clock to get rid of the bright green numbers, and crawled back into bed. He turned his phone off and pulled the blanket up over his head to block out the world around him. When he closed his eyes to try and sleep all he could hear were voices. Voices taunting him, reminding him of all his fears. Voices from almost two years ago shouting words that he had tried to diminish but knew that they were true.

Idiot.

Faggot.

Pussy.

Weak.

Coward.

Worthless.

These words that he had tried so hard to forget were now back to haunt him except this time it was worse because now he could also hear the angelic voice of someone he thought actually cared about him, someone who let him believe that all these words meant nothing, that same someone who had then proven just how accurate these words are.

He could hear Kurt’s voice so clearly repeating words from last night. I don’t need you around. I’m done wasting my time with you. These phrases repeated themselves over and over like a mantra in his head. Not allowing him to forget what he was really worth. He finally let sleep take over him which allowed him to forget, even if it was just for a moment.

On Monday morning Blaine got ready for school in a sort of trance. Everything he did was mechanical. He didn’t put in any effort at all. His hair was gelled because that was part of the routine, not because he desperately wanted it styled. The clothes he wore were possibly the plainest items he owned. Black jeans and a plain white polo, he didn’t even consider a bowtie. He walked downstairs, expecting his Dad to try and stop him so they could talk but instead he was greeted by his Mum.

“Blaine, what the hell happened this weekend I can’t believe you-“

Blaine had completely forgotten that his Mum was due home that morning. He didn’t think he’d see her till after he got home from school that night. He knew he should ask about how meeting with the editor went, it was the polite thing to do after all but instead he walked straight past her, giving her a mumbled “Morning” before walking out the front door.

When he arrived at school he was bombarded by his friends at his locker. He could hear them all, asking if he was okay, asking what happened between him and Blaine, but he wasn’t listening. He could feel someone by his side, Sam possibly, but he didn’t do anything to acknowledge their presence. He got his books out of his locker and walked away towards his first class, not even noticing the worried looks on his friends faces.

He walked into English and of course Kurt was there in the back corner, head down and fast asleep. He walked into the room quietly, not realising that he’d gotten there early, as not to draw attention to himself. As he pulled his chair out it scraped against the floor, making Blaine wince slightly and Kurt to suddenly raise his head. They stared at each other for a while. They could practically see the tension rising between them both. Blaine was the first to look away. He sat down in his seat and grabbed his books from his bag that he needed. He didn’t hear a word their teacher said all class. He hadn’t even bothered to open his books at all, knowing he wasn’t going to write anything down anyway. Instead all he could focus on was the feeling of being watched again. It was the same as his first week at McKinley when he could always feel someone’s eyes on him. Kurt’s eyes. He could feel Kurt watching him all class but he didn’t dare turn around. He didn’t want to have to look at the other boy.

Blaine is the first person to walk out of the class room when the bell goes off but he doesn’t reach his second class. Instead he finds himself walking aimlessly around the school before reaching the choir room. He sits down at the piano and lifts the lid up. Lightly with his fingers, her traces over the keys in front of him before pressing down. At first he’s hitting random keys, not really paying any attention to what he’s playing but slowly it turns into a melody. It’s almost painful to listen to it’s so sad. It’s a soft sadness, like the wilting of a flower but it eventually turns darker. It’s the sound of misery, complete and utter melancholy. He continues to play what he feels. It sounds like a hurricane. A mixture of emotions all crashing down at once causing such a beautiful catastrophe. Anger, hurt, despair, all crashing down around him causing him to play the most tragic piece of music he’s ever heard. He doesn’t cry though, not through tears but instead he cries through his music. Everything he feels he can’t express himself so he does so through song. Eventually he finds that the hurricane has stopped and all he’s left with is the damage the hurricane has caused. Devastation fills him, through his mind, down his body and into his chest. It seeps into his heart and falls out through his blood stream. It fills his body, making him ache all over, eventually reaching the tips of his fingers and then he hears it, too. He listens as the loud crashing suddenly comes to a halt and pain fills his ears. It’s soft but powerful. It’s everything he feels in music and it makes him feel so overwhelmed that he can’t help but stop suddenly. His sits there, alone, in the middle of the choir room.

The eerie silence he hears causes a shudder to run through his body. Despite the layers he’s wearing he’s unexplainably cold and can’t stop shivering. He decides not to go to the rest of his classes for the day, knowing he won’t be paying any attention anyway, so he picks up his bag and walks out of the class room.

Kurt arrived at physics to find that Blaine, yet again, wasn’t in class. He hadn’t been in any of their shared classes since that morning and apparently he wasn’t seen at lunch either. Kurt knew it wasn’t like Blaine to skip school, no matter what the circumstances. He knew that he’d hurt the boy, they were friends after all, but wasn’t this a bit of an overreaction? He had all of yesterday to get over it, it wasn’t like they were anything more, Blaine had made sure about that. That’s what confused Kurt the most, he’d pushed him away the night they’d kissed so obviously Kurt didn’t mean that much to him.

He sat down in his normal seat next to Puck who was still obviously ignoring him. Puck had made a point of not speaking to Kurt since Saturday night. He had said that Kurt had ‘hurt his boy Blaine’, when Blaine had become one of Puck’s ‘boys’ Kurt had no idea, either way the two friends weren’t talking but Kurt knew he’d come around soon.

After class the boys all walked to glee together. Sam and Finn were talking about something quietly to themselves so Kurt took the opportunity to try and get Puck to talk to him again. He’d just pushed away one of his best friends, he didn’t want to push away another one.

“So how long are you ignoring me for this time?”

All he got in response was an over exaggerated huff while Puck crossed his arms in front of him.

“Because you know you never last more than a few days.”

Again nothing. Kurt couldn’t help but smirk at his friend’s attempted efforts.

“You always get really excited about something that you would never dare breath a word to anyone but me and end up giving in anyway.”

Puck amazingly kept quiet but Kurt didn’t miss the twitch of his lips.

“Besides, it’s classic rock week this week and I know you’re dying to rock out to a bit of AC/DC with me.”

“I hate you Hummel.”

A smile broke out onto Kurt’s face, knowing that Puck wasn’t actually angry at him. At least someone wasn’t.

“That drunken blowjob you gave me last year says otherwise.” Kurt reminded him with a wink.

“Fuck, Kurt. Shut up. You promised me you’d never bring that up again.”

“Sorry.” Even though he really wasn’t.

They walked the rest of the way to the choir room in comfortable silence while Sam and Finn continued whispering to each other, too engrossed in their own conversation to listen to anything Kurt and Puck were talking about.

Kurt went to walk into the room when Puck pulled him back instead.

“Why’d you do that Kurt?”

Kurt could tell that Puck was being serious now. Even though Puck and Blaine had never spent too much time alone, Puck had taken an immediate liking to him. Why though, Kurt had no idea.

“I told you Puck, Blaine is better off without me in his life.”

“But I thought you said you actually like the kid, it wasn’t just a fuck?”

“I did like him! Do like him.” Kurt added with a small voice.

“Well that’s what I don’t get. Why’d you push him away then?”

“I told you Puck, he would be so much better off without me!” Kurt really didn’t want to get into this with Puck so he started to walk back into the choir room until Puck grabbed his arm again and pulled him back out.

“That’s what I don’t get! He looks at you like you’re the fucking sun Kurt. I know you think that only bad things happen to you and yeah, you’ve had to deal with a lot of shit in your life already but is it really that hard to believe that something good could happen to you for once in your life?”

After Puck finished talking and Kurt didn’t say anything, he walked inside and left Kurt standing in the hallway alone.

He knew that everything Puck had said was right, but he couldn’t tell Puck that he was still dealing and that was why Kyle was at his party the other night. He doesn’t even blame Kyle really. It’s their boss, Hugo. There was no way that Hugo would just let Kurt go. Kurt had worked for him for a year and had brought in more money than anyone else who worked for him. There was no way he was going to make it out that easy. This is exactly why he can’t be around Blaine anymore. Kurt needs to get out but he knows that Hugo will go to any length possible to make sure that doesn’t happen. That includes hurting the people around him. Hid Dad, Puck, Finn and Blaine. He thought he had gotten out a few months ago. Puck had been so happy, seeing as he’d been so worried about Kurt the entire time. He knew that telling Puck would get him upset and angry and there’d be no telling what he’d do. He couldn’t let anyone get hurt.

After taking a moment to gather himself, he walked into the choir room and found Sam standing at the front of the room talking to everyone. The whole room looked equal parts shocked and sad. Rachel had tears in her eyes though that wasn’t anything surprising. What was surprising was that it looked like Sam also had tears in his eyes. As soon as Kurt was noticed everyone else turned to look at him and Sam stopped talking suddenly. Everything after that happened in a blur.

Before he knows it, Sam is charging at Kurt and holding him up against the wall by the collar of his shirt while Puck is trying to get him to let go. Sam keeps yelling things at Kurt that he doesn’t fully understand but has a pretty good idea of what it’s about.

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT TO HIM! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS!”

Kurt’s pretty sure that he hears Rachel scream somewhere in the distance. He isn’t scared of Sam Evans of all people but the fury in his eyes is the only thing keeping Kurt from punching the blonde. Sam is still yelling at him and now Mike is also trying to get him off Kurt. Everyone else is standing around, closely watching with shocked faces and he can’t help but notice that Blaine is the only one missing.

After a few minutes of all this happening, Mr Schue walks into the room and quickly runs over to Sam and pulls him away from Kurt.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Everyone is looking between Mr Schue, Kurt and Sam but not saying anything. Frankly Kurt would like the answer to that too but it doesn’t look like he’ll be getting one anytime soon.

“Screw this. I’m outta here.” Sam announces before walking out of the room.

Mr Schue asks the group to sit down and then asks for someone to explain what had just happened. Tina is the first to talk up.

“Kurt and Blaine had a fight on the weekend, I don’t think anyone really knows what it was about but we got to school this morning and Blaine was acting really weird. He wouldn’t talk to anyone and just walked off on us all. Then on my way to second period I walked past the choir room and he was in here playing the piano. It was so sad Mr Schue, I’ve never heard anything like it. When we all got here about ten minutes ago Sam asked us all if we know anything that had happened and I told him what I saw and he kinda freaked out. I’ve never seen him like that. He started crying and told us that last time Blaine was like this it was because of something really bad but he didn’t tell us what it was. Then when Kurt walked in he just attacked him and went crazy. That’s when you walked in.”

Everyone was silent after Tina had stopped talking and after a moment all looked over at Kurt, expecting him to say something. Mr Schue decided to be the first to speak up.

“Kurt, maybe you should try and sort things out with Blaine? Clear the air a little.”

Kurt looked around at everyone and could see all of their accusing eyes on him. He knew that most of the people in this room didn’t like him already and they possibly hated him now after what he did to Blaine.

“Shouldn’t you all be happy now? I know that you guys hated that we were so close, you all thought I was just trying to get into his pants. Well you got what you wanted. I’m staying away from him and now there’s no chance that he’ll want to be anywhere near me, so congratulations, you all got what you wanted.” He turned back around in his seat and looked over at Puck who at least wasn’t looking like he wanted to hit him anymore. Now, instead, he looked conflicted. Like he wanted to see where Kurt was coming from but also couldn’t stop seeing the hurt in Blaine’s eyes.

“Kurt,” Rachel said quietly. She looked around, looking a bit shaken up and then stood and walked in front of him. “At first I admit we all didn’t like you being friends with him, we thought you were going to hurt him but then we saw how happy he was around you so we gave you the benefit of the doubt. I don’t know what happened on Saturday night but I don’t think you do either, not really. You don’t see that you did hurt him, whether or not you meant to, that’s what happened.”

Kurt looked around at everyone in the room and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. All of these people who barely even knew Blaine were all acting like they were his best friends. They didn’t know Blaine, not like he did. He understood if Puck, Sam and Finn were angry with him because they were at least Blaine’s friends but everyone else here didn’t know him. They were looking for another excuse to not like him, just like they always did. He’s never cared before but the idea of them suddenly treating Blaine like he’s a part of their so called ‘family’ when none of them have ever even tried to get to know him to try and make themselves feel like they’re good people is an all-time low.

“Fuck it, I’m out. And I’m not coming back to this stupid club again either.” Kurt stood up and walked out of the choir room without a second glance back.

Puck watched as his best friend walked out of the choir room. He knew there was something else going on with Kurt that he wasn’t saying. He was sure it had something to do with Kyle but he got out of dealing ages ago. There was no way he was back there again but something was definitely going on and Puck was gonna find out what. He knew that if everything was alright he wouldn’t have yelled at Blaine that the other night.

He watched as Rachel went and silently sat down next to Finn and rested her head on his shoulder. Everyone in the room seemed as lost as each other including Mr Schue who didn’t know how to handle the situation. He decided it was time to stand up for his best friend and say something, even if he didn’t fully agree with everything he was doing at the moment. He stood up and walked to the front of the room.

“You guys talk a good game about everyone here being family through good and bad but when have any of you ever stood up for Kurt? He has been through more in the last few years than you will all go through in your entire lives. Look, none of us know what happened on Saturday night, including me, and yeah I was angry at Hummel too but for all we know he did nothing wrong. It could have all been Blaine’s fault but instead of actually acting like the family we’re all supposed to be, you’ve used this as another excuse to gang up against Kurt, someone who has been a part of our lives for the last two years that we have sat in this room, to defend a guy that you’ve known for about two months. A guy that practically none of you have tried to get to know, by the way. Now I’m not saying that you all need to believe that this was Blaine’s fault and not Kurt’s, but just give the guy a break. Butt out of their shit and let them sort it out on their own.” He ran out after his rant and went to find Sam.

After searching the school and finding it empty, he went out to the parking lot to find if he’d gone home. Instead he found Sam sitting in his car on the phone. He walked over to his friend and tried to open the passenger door but found it was locked. Sam turned his head and kept his eyes on him. After a few moments he hung up the phone and unlocked the car door, letting Puck inside.

They were silent for a while and Puck watched as every now and then another tear would stream down Sam’s face but he’d make no move to wipe it away. Puck was uncomfortable to say the least. Yeah he and Sam were good friends but they’d never been in a situation like this before. He didn’t know how to act around him. He knew exactly what to do if it was Kurt and even Finn was easier to deal with, though he’d never go to Puck anyway, but he didn’t know what to do with Sam. But this was about his best friend Kurt and his boy Blaine so he told himself to just suck it up and wait for Sam to speak.

“None of you understand what this means man.” Sam said as he leant his head against the steering wheel, shaking it slightly from side to side.

“I’m worried about him but none of those people in there are close enough with him that he’d want them knowing anything. They don’t deserve to know, not yet anyway. He needs help from his friends and the only people who really know him here are you, me, Finn and of course Kurt. Obviously Kurt isn’t going to be much help and Finn wouldn’t be able to handle the situation, but I can’t go through this by myself and I don’t trust anyone else enough Puck.” He looked at Puck with so much desperation in his eyes that Puck promised himself in that moment that he’d do whatever he needed to help Blaine and to lift some of the weight off of Sam’s shoulders.

He didn’t say anything, he just nodded, indicating to Sam to continue talking.

“He transferred to Dalton just after winter break, our sophomore year. When he first transferred he didn’t board so we only saw him during school hours, though we didn’t even see much of him then. He and I shared most of the same classes and I noticed after the first couple of weeks how lonely he was, so I thought I’d try and make him feel welcome. I started sitting with him in classes and tried talking to him but he barely ever responded and when he did, they’d be one word answers at most. I could tell something was really wrong with the kid but I had no idea what. At first I thought he was just having a hard time transferring in the middle of the year but I think there was always a part of me that knew it was worse than that.” He wiped a stray tear from his face and dug the palms of his hands into his eyes, obviously wanting the tears to stop.

“So many of the boys who boarded at Dalton where there for a reason, not just because it’s a good school, so after hearing stories from some of the other boys there I could only imagine would Blaine had gone through. After a month of going to school there he started boarding there as well. He shared a dorm with my friend, Jeff, you might have met him a couple weeks ago when he came to the school to visit Blaine. Anyway I kept hanging out with him during classes just to try and make him feel like he had at least one friend, even if we never spoke that often. After he started boarding though he stopped talking to me completely. I’d ask him a question and he wouldn’t answer, when normally he’d at least do that. He started making sure that I couldn’t sit near him in classes and he just kept completely to himself. Jeff told me that he’d never heard Blaine speak before, didn’t know what his voice even sounded like. He said that as soon as he would get back after classes he’d go straight to bed and do nothing else till the next morning when he’d get up for school again. He didn’t eat at any time of the day apart from lunchtime, he was behind in all his classes because he wouldn’t do any of the homework but the teachers all seemed to be giving him a lot of slack for some reason.

One day, a bit over a week after he’d started boarding, I was walking to the bathroom, past the senior commons where they held Warbler rehearsals and heard someone playing the piano. The door was opened a little and so I peeked in to find Blaine sitting there playing. Just like Tina said it was the saddest thing I had ever heard in my life. You know in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban how they said that dementors make you feel like that you’d never be happy again? That’s what I felt like hearing him play. It was horrible and I couldn’t keep listening. I decided that that night I’d go to his dorm room and tell him that he had me to talk to if he wanted. Up till that point I had never pushed him to talk or be friends or anything, it was always at his own pace. I thought that maybe he needed the push now though, so I decided that that’s what I was going to do.” Sam put his hands on the steering wheel when all of a sudden he started sobbing. His face was covered in tears and Puck had no idea what to do. He knew that Sam had more to say and that the worst was coming but he didn’t know if he really wanted to hear it.

“After classes I went up to his room, knowing that Jeff was with another friend at the time. I knocked on the door but no one answered. Most of the boys kept their doors unlocked most of the time so I tried the handle and it opened. Blaine mustn’t have heard me knock because I walked in there he was sitting there holding a knife. He wasn’t doing anything with it, wasn’t hurting himself but the way he was looking at it was like he was contemplating something. He had barely even noticed that I was there. I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there and he looked up at me slowly and I could just tell. He’d given up. He didn’t care anymore and I’m guessing he thought no one else did either. He looked back down at the knife and was just sitting there in front of me playing with it. I walked over to him and slowly took it out of his hand. He didn’t even try to stop me really. I put it on the other side of the room and sat down and hugged him. It was the first time we’d even touched and I could feel him tense up a little but he finally relaxed. He didn’t hug me back or anything. I think he was in shock because I was the one crying. I didn’t even really know why I was crying to be honest. Maybe I was in shock? I had guessed things were bad but I didn’t know they were that bad. I will never know what he was thinking in that moment but I can only imagine the worst.”

Puck couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Blaine was such a happy person. He was almost in tears himself listening to the story about someone who was becoming one of his closest friends. He knew that he had to do something to help. He didn’t really believe that there was anything he could do to help Blaine, this was way too deep to be fixed by just his friends. He obviously needed therapy or something. But if helping Sam get through this was the least he could do then that is what he’d do. He knew he wasn’t an affectionate person but he put his hand on Sam’s shoulder and patted it lightly, hoping it was some sort of comfort to him.

“I don’t know how long I sat there holding him but eventually after what felt like hours I called Jeff and told him to come and keep an eye on Blaine. I took the knife when he got there and went to the principal. She called his parents and he wasn’t at school for a while. When he finally did come back he approached me before I had the chance to. He had never tried to be the first to interact with me, or anyone else for that matter, so it was a surprise that’s for sure. He thanked me for being so nice to him when he first moved there and for walking in on him that day. He never told me what he was doing that night and I never dared to ask, it wasn’t my place. He started hanging out with my group of friends but he kept his distance from me. I think maybe he felt a bit weird being around me at first because I was the one to find him that day but we did become close, eventually. He started talking more and he became really close with Jeff at first. After a few months you could see the difference in him. He still had his moments but he was beginning to be happy again, you know?”

Sam had started to settle down a little more now which Puck was thankful for. He wasn’t crying anymore but he was still shaking a bit.

“Fuck man I am so scared and I don’t know what to do. I’m not going to tell you what happened but he went through a lot before he went to Dalton that made him stop caring and I guess that whatever happened with Kurt has started to make him think like that again or something. I don’t know really. Everything that happened at Dalton is no secret Puck. Everyone knew. He doesn’t ever bring it up himself but if he was ever asked a question he’d answer honestly. I mean he didn’t really do anything but it’s still pretty heavy. Only Jeff and I know why he was so distant and closed off but I don’t know why this time. I know that I need to do something about it though. I can’t let him go through this by himself again.”

Sam opened the car door and got out suddenly, slamming it behind him. He started pacing back and forth in front of the vehicle taking deep breaths of the cool, fresh air. Puck got out of the car as well but just stood there with his hands in his pockets. He had no idea how to act. This is where girls were needed. They knew how to deal with this crap, Puck didn’t. He didn’t know if he should be saying something or if he should be trying to calm Sam down or what. So he stood there, and let Sam have his space until suddenly he was standing right in front of Puck and speaking up again.

“I’ve seen him have bad days before. He closes in on himself, doesn’t really interact much and just does what he has to. But he at least tries. You can see it. He still sits with his friends even if you can tell he doesn’t want to be there. He’ll at least say yes at first to going out or catching up or whatever but he usually cancels anyway. This though, this isn’t just a bad day. He’s the exact same as when I first met him. At first I thought that maybe I was being paranoid and overprotective or something, that was until Tina told me that she heard him playing. That music, it’s dark, like really dark, and he’s only ever played like that once before and that was how I knew that things must be really bad again. I don’t blame Kurt completely, there has to be something else going on, but Kurt is the person who pushed him over the edge and that is not something I can get over. I know he’s your best friend but I really hate him right now. I wanna hurt him so badly, Puck, you have no idea.”

Sam’s face had gone red the instant he mentioned Kurt. Sam was never really a violent person but he looked like he was capable of murder in that moment. Puck wouldn’t put it past him if he actually did hurt Kurt but he was pretty certain his main priority was helping Blaine right now, so for the moment, that was also Puck’s main priority.

“Look dude, you keep saying that you can’t let him go through this alone again, well this is obviously effecting you too so I’m not gonna let you go through it along this time, so come on, let’s get in the car. I can’t make any promises but we’re gonna go do whatever we need to help Blaine.” They both climbed back into the car silently with Puck in the driver’s seat this time and headed off to help their friend.