"Worthless. Worthless, worthless!" A deep scratch through his flesh.

"Unwanted!"

A knock at the door ceased the triggering whispers.

"Kurt? Are you almost ready?" Blaine's voice pulled him out of his trance of self-hatred.

"Y-yeah. I'll be out in a few seconds!" Kurt quickly pulled his sleeves over his inflamed arms and opened the bathroom door to find Blaine waiting patiently.

"Hi!" Blaine awkwardly wrapped an arm around Kurt and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "How are you?"

"I'm fine." Kurt flashed Blaine a smile before pulling him onto the couch. Once Blaine was settled, he pulled Kurt onto his lap.

"What are we watching?"

"Is 13 Going On 30 okay?" Kurt asked as he stood to put a movie in.

"Sure. Just hurry up and come snuggle with me."

Once the movie started, Kurt settled onto Blaine's lap once again, kissing him chastely.

"I-I um... I love you," Kurt whispered to Blaine nervously, randomly, as they were watching the movie.�

"Oh. I guess I love you, too?" Blaine's reply came out as a question, never realizing how much it hurt Kurt to think about it being a lie.�

Kurt looked down at his hands, his chest aching. He knew he made a mistake once the words left his mouth, the mouth that Blaine really liked kissing, but would never admit that to anyone.�

Blaine pulled Kurt closer, kissing his neck softly, and it gave Kurt hope that it would all be okay.

-xXx-

When Monday came around and it was time for them to go to school, Kurt entered the school, immediately searching for Blaine. He thought that maybe Blaine would be delighted to hear that he was going to finally talk to someone about his... Sickness.

"Blaine!" he called once he spotted his boyfriend sitting with his jock friends. He didn't even cower as he approached them, because he had information that would make Blaine proud of him.

"Hi. Kurt... Um... What's up?" Blaine said nervously, standing to greet the iridescent-eyed boy.

"I just wanted to tell you that-"

"Anderson! Why are you talking to the fairy?"

"Kurt, this isn't a good time," Blaine said lowly, trying to lead Kurt away.

"Bring him here, Anderson! He looks like he could use a nice slushee facial!"

"You're right. I'm obviously not wanted here," Kurt said quietly, looking at the ground.

"Who is that, Anderson?" One jock called.

"He-he's nobody."

Kurt bit his lip as he heard this. Right. How could he forget? He didn't mean anything to anybody.

"I love you," Blaine whispered, making Kurt's broken heart flutter a little as he walked away, never realizing it was Blaine's way of persuasion.

It didn't mean it stopped Kurt from skipping first period to lock himself up in the bathroom and hurt himself with every piece of evidence of Blaine's hate he had collected.

After the tears had stopped falling, Kurt decided to just head home. There was no point in going to class.

For the rest of the day, Kurt had stayed in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He left the front door unlocked for Blaine as usual. Sleep didn't come, as expected.

So he waited.

The house was lonely, no clocks ticking as white noise, no laughter bouncing off the walls as it used to, no music softly chiming as his mother opened her jewelry box.

The absence of noise was a reminder of how alone Kurt was.

The soft, musical click of the front door opening and closing made his dead eyes blink in silent acknowledgement.

"Kurt?" Blaine called as he approached the pale boy's bed.

"Hi," Kurt whispered, facing Blaine, offering him a small, devastated smile.

Blaine moved forward to wrap his arms around Kurt. "I was so worried about you."

Kurt continued to stare blankly at the ceiling, unresponsive to Blaine's embrace. "Really? I thought I wasn't important."

Blaine softly kissed Kurt's lips. "You are important. I just said that so they would leave you alone."

Kurt shook his head insistently. "I get it. You're ashamed of me."

"I'm not ashamed of you, I'm just not ready to be... Out yet."

"I understand, I guess. I just... I come off as unimportant to everyone else, so for you to just push me aside, I... I hardly talk to you at school, so what I wanted to tell you was pretty important. To me, anyways. I... I don't think you'd care, especially after you just shrugged me off as nothing."

"No, what did you want to tell me?"

"It isn't important anymore." There was no need for therapy or medication if he wasn't alive anymore.

"Kurt, what is it?"

Kurt sat up and hid his face in Blaine's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. "I wanted to tell you I was going to get help. I wanted you to be proud of me, when nobody else has ever been. I'm so scared, Blaine. For once in my life, I'm scared to death, because I don't know what to do anymore."

Blaine moved onto the bed and pulled Kurt onto his lap. He gently took Kurt's face in his hands. "I'm so proud of you, Kurt, okay? I just want you to do this for yourself. I want you to get better without having to worry about anything or anyone else. You're going to be fine, and I'm going to be here for you no matter what."

When Blaine had his sweet moments, it made it harder for Kurt to want to leave him.

-xXx-

"Hey, Blaine! What time are you coming over?" Kurt asked over the phone one day, acting as cheerful as possible, when in reality, that was one of the the worst days of Kurt's life.

"I can't come over today. Puck invited me over to his house."

"What?" Kurt's heart stopped beating for a moment.

"I'm sorry. He invited me over to play Modern Warfare 3..." Blaine didn't sound sorry at all.

"No, it's okay. You don't need to apologize. I just need to remember that you have better people to be around."

"I love y-" Kurt hung up quickly before Blaine could finish.

Today was one of those days where Kurt just wanted Blaine. The jocks had found him during lunch and had thrown homophobic slurs his way as they beat him up before shoving him into a gym locker and locking him in. They had left him there until before Blaine's gym period, oddly enough.

That night as Kurt lay awake in bed, he thought of all possible causes of death.

Would Blaine miss him? Would anyone even care? Would they all celebrate his death?

In his world, the clock was ticking quickly. With every second, he felt he was getting closer to death, and he couldn't bring himself to feel fear.

He just stared at the ceiling as he always did every night, thinking of how nice it would be to have a warm, loving body holding him close every night, to have someone tell him he was loved genuinely, someone that was capable of loving him, and loving him openly. He had fallen in love with Blaine, and he couldn't find a way out.

-xXx-

Although Blaine didn't care for Kurt in that way, he still grew to be possessive.

"So I know I'm new and all, but I just have to say that you're the most gorgeous person I've ever seen," Blaine heard a smooth, yet slimy voice say around the corner.

"U-um... That's very kind, um-"

"Jordan."

"That's very kind, Jordan, but I... I don't like girls." Blaine almost laughed, until he saw Jordan press up against his Kurt.

"I can assure you I'm not female when you see my-"

"Is this guy bothering you, Kurt?" Blaine finally spoke up, walking towards the two.

"No, he was just leaving," Kurt said through his teeth, not knowing if he should glare at Blaine or Jordan. Blaine moved forward to take Kurt into his arms, his grip tight, yet relaxed in case a jock were to walk by.

"Is this your girlfriend, Kurt?" Jordan narrowed his eyes at Blaine, who was shorter by an inch or two.

Kurt shoved Jordan away from them. "No, he's my English partner that likes to make sure there isn't a random sleaze trying to molest me against my locker every five seconds. Please leave, Jordan."

"You know you want me-"

"He said to leave, Justin."

"It's Jord-"

"LEAVE!" Blaine practically roared. He was tired of this guy touching what was rightfully his.

Jordan stalked off shaking his head.

Blaine turned to Kurt. "Why didn't you say I was your boyfriend?!"

"Why don't you let me handle things on my own?!"

"Are you ashamed of me? Is that it?"

Kurt laughed bitterly and shook his head at this. "Yeah, Blaine. That's definitely the case."

"Then why didn't you say you were my boyfriend?!"

"Well what about when Jordan becomes a jock?"

Blaine went silent, his hold on Kurt loosening slightly.

"Well-"

"You see, it's you who's ashamed of me, so don't accuse me of things. Honestly, if things went my way, I'd be able to kiss you in public and hold your hand in the halls on our way to class, but no, you're so worried about your reputation, you don't want anybody to know that the person you swap spit with happens to be a loser and a guy!" Kurt was sick and tired of not being good enough for anybody. He was sick of crying himself to sleep at night, staring at himself in the mirror and wanting to throw something to shatter his reflection. He just wanted someone to love him, and mean it. He wanted that someone to be Blaine. The angry tears began to spill over, running down his porcelain face, he quickly turned his head to look away from Blaine, a broken sob ripping from his throat. He'd let Blaine see him weak too many times already.

Blaine couldn't just stand around and watch Kurt cry. Kurt was his best friend, besides Valerie, anyways.

He moved forward and wrapped his arms around Kurt once again, hating the sobs that wracked Kurt's body. Blaine ignored Kurt's attempts at pushing him away and passionately kissed him in the middle of the hallway, not caring who passed by, because Kurt needed someone to be there for him. He'd always been abandoned, and it was time someone did something for him in return for all the love and kindness he gave so freely to everybody else.

The surprised gasps and disgusted slurs weren't even enough to make him regret as soon as Kurt immediately responded to the kiss and cried even harder.