Kurt drove back to his dad's garage as fast as he could, without breaking the speed limit. Luckily for him it turned out that Blaine's house was only around five minutes from the garage. Kurt was too busy worrying about Blaine that he almost jumped a red light; he slammed on his breaks, tapping the steering wheel impatiently and waiting for the lights to change. Out of the corner of his eye Kurt spotted an elderly woman on the opposite side of the road begin to start crossing over – the lights had just changed to amber and now she decides to start walking, typical! 'You've got to be kidding me.' Kurt muttered to himself, revving his car irritably.

Eventually Kurt made it back to his dad's garage, only to be met by a troubled looking Finn. He began to walk towards Kurt, frown on his face.

'You okay Finn? You seem upset. Oh wait don't tell me... Rachel broke up with you? I knew it! What did I tell you about proposing to her? She finally came to her senses?' Kurt's voice filled with sarcasm.

'Kurt, just shut up. It's Burt, he's in hospital.' Finn exclaimed.

Kurt's whole face dropped, his heart beating rapidly.

'Wh-What! Why? How? Is it his heart? I need to go, NOW!' Kurt yelled, physically shaking, feeling sick at what may have happened.

'Kurt, calm down, breathe. He only cut his hand, there was a lot of blood but the paramedics said that his fingers are intact and he should regain full movement of his hand.' Finn explained - a sense of uncertainty in his voice.

As Finn was breaking the news to Kurt all he could think about was the fact that Burt may not be able to work for some time. He felt sorry for his father as things never went right for him, just once Kurt wanted his dad to be able to relax and not end up in hospital.

'I need to see him, how long ago did it happen?' Kurt asked, slightly relieved that his dad's heart was okay.

'I got a call about half an hour ago from my mum; I was at Rachel's…' Finn answered.

'WHAT! Half an – why didn't you call me sooner?' Kurt shrieked.

'Uh, I did but you didn't answer so I assumed you already knew and were there.' Finn replied apprehensively.

'Finn, you're unbelievably oblivious to everything!' Kurt cried, storming out of the garage, leaving Finn standing there, trying to comprehend what Kurt had just told him, struggling to understand.

As soon as Kurt had turned the corner he broke down, tears streaming down his face. Within minutes his day had plummeted from being amazing to feeling as though the world had something against him – Maybe Blaine was right Kurt thought. He shook his head; he was the one who was meant to be supporting Blaine, not breaking down. He had to remain strong - For Blaine. Kurt thought.

Burt's room at the hospital reminded Kurt of when he thought he was going to lose his father, it created an uneasy, tight feeling in his chest. As Finn had told Kurt earlier Burt had indeed sliced his hand, luckily it hadn't damaged any nerves, but the cut was pretty deep so he was limited as to what he could do. Kurt sat by his dad's bedside for a couple of hours – they hadn't got the chance to properly talk for several days, whenever Burt was in the house Kurt was either rehearsing for Nationals or out shopping with Mercedes and when Kurt was home Burt would usually be preoccupied at the garage.

Kurt looked at his watch, it was getting pretty late and visiting hours would be over soon and he still had a couple of errands to run.

'BLAINE!' Kurt gasped, breaking the silence in the room. His dad and Carole both shot him confused looks.

'I um, promised a friend that I would meet him two hours ago.' Kurt explained.

'Do we know this Blaine?' Burt questioned, there was a slight edge to his voice when he said Blaine's name.

'He just joined McKinley and is having a tough time fitting in, so I said I would help him. I went to his house earlier; well I didn't know it was his house until he opened the door. You sent me to deliver something to his house.' Kurt hoped that his dad and step mum would be convinced.

'Oh right, the Andersons, just moved here? They seem nice enough, I'm glad you're helping him, he's gay too I'm assuming.' Burt queried.

'Yeah he is - would it be alright if I go and see him? I really don't want to let him down.' Kurt replied, urgency in his voice.

'Sure, go ahead. I'm being discharged tomorrow – have fun and uh be safe Kurt.' His dad replied.

Kurt blushed at his dads comment, said goodbye to them both and exited the hospital, grateful to breath in the cold, fresh air - After being trapped in the room for a couple of hours it had begun to feel claustrophobic. Kurt prayed that Blaine hadn't done anything drastic since he had left. He seemed vulnerable and weak when he had seen him earlier. Maybe things were worse than he said. Kurt thought and began to accelerate down the road towards Blaine's house.

Little did Kurt know that in fact Blaine had reached an all-time low.

Blaine spent the rest of the afternoon nervously pacing around. He had completed his song which he planned to audition with and had then started to jot down ideas for a new song.

- Alone

- Evil

- Invisible

- Hate

These four words summed up how Blaine was feeling and his general outlook on life.

He couldn't help but sob at how pathetic he thought he came across to everyone. His eyes were stinging and his throat was raw.

At seven o'clock Blaine checked his watch – It suddenly clicked that Kurt should have been there two hours ago. He instantly thought the worst, that Kurt had only took pity on him earlier and didn't mean a word of what he had said. To think I believed him! Blaine thought, yet again feeling let down and more alone than ever. He felt sick – not just because he hadn't eaten, but because he actually trusted Kurt and now he just felt used. Blaine was contemplating just going to bed, he was still dressed in his pyjamas and hadn't got the energy to do anything productive and felt mentally and physically drained. He had just reached the top step of the stairs when there was a knock at door which echoed the house. A voice then accompanied the knocking, Blaine could hear his heart beating he was that frightened – Why would someone be knocking on the door and shouting?

Blaine tiptoed down the steps until he had reached the bottom. It was much clearer now to distinguish the voice – Blaine ran over to the door, skidding into it with a loud thud. He unlocked the door and was met by a fraught looking Kurt.

Kurt had been constantly knocking on Blaine's door for around ten minutes, as each minute passed he was becoming increasingly worried that Blaine had gone and done something reckless. To his relief the door eventually opened. Blaine's eyes were red and his face was pale and lifeless.

'I'm so sorry Blaine, my dad ended up in hospital, I had to see him and I don't have your number, otherwise I would have contacted you sooner, please forgive me – I kept my promise.' It was Kurt this time who was about to burst into tears.

Blaine tentatively took a step towards Kurt; he hugged him as though his life depended on it. They gripped each other so tightly that it began to crush them both. After releasing each other, Blaine gestured for Kurt to come in.

'So, what did you do after I left? I see you have a massive Disney collection! May I…' – Kurt gestured over to the heap of DVD's in a pile by the TV. Blaine nodded and took a seat on the sofa, watching Kurt, who was sitting cross legged on the floor, rummaging through all the DVD's.

Kurt spun around and got up onto his knees and began looking through his messenger bag. After a moment of incoherent muttering Kurt pulled three packets of Redvines out of the bag. Blaine's face lit up, it was like Christmas had come early.

'See, I told you I wouldn't forget them.' Kurt waved the packets of Redvines in the air. Blaine was holding out his arms towards them, practically bouncing on his seat.

'Thank You Kurt, you really didn't have to come over, is your Dad ok? You can go back if you want, I have my Redvines!' Blaine teased.

'Blaine Anderson! You used me for Redvines! I'm truly shocked.' Kurt joked.

'What, no Kurt, I didn't mean it that way, I'm so grateful that you came back, I'm sorry.' Blaine replied, regretting what he had said.

Kurt swiftly moved off the floor and sat next to Blaine on the sofa.

'Hey, it was only a joke, you have nothing to be sorry for and I'm the one who should be apologising.' Kurt ruffled Blaine's mop of unruly curls and smiled reassuringly. It had been years since someone had ruffled his hair; it reminded him of when his mum would do that when he had been feeling down.

'So, you came to watch Disney… What do you want to watch? I'm quite a fan if you couldn't already tell.' Blaine asked, slightly embarrassed by his confession.

'Well what's your favourite Disney movie ever?' Kurt asked, eyes filled with compassion.

'That's a hard one! I mean – deciding, not uh, anyway - probably Mulan, I love that movie.' Blaine replied, trying not to blush.

Kurt's face turned bright red at Blaine's comment.

'Mulan it is! How about you start the movie and I'll got get some drinks from the kitchen.' Kurt got up off the sofa and started making his way out of the living room. Blaine jumped off the sofa and crawled over to the DVD player.

Kurt wasn't too sure where the kitchen was and the house was pretty dark. After walking into two wrong rooms he found the kitchen, turned on the light and was horrified by what he saw – a large kitchen knife was on the worktop – He wouldn't, would he? Kurt thought. He went over to the fridge and collected a can of diet coke for himself and a bottle of apple juice for Blaine – he assumed they were for Blaine as the rest of the drink in the fridge consisted of bottles of wine or beer.

Kurt had just turned the light off in the kitchen and was heading towards the living room when Blaine came walking out, looking slightly worried.

'I thought you'd got lost!' Blaine quipped.

'No, no just getting drinks – I'm assuming you drink apple juice? There wasn't um… much choice in the fridge.' Kurt replied.

'Oh yeah, apple juice is my favourite, the other drinks are my parents, they're always having Business Dinners, hence the wine and beer.' Blaine answered, his voice saddened.

After settling down on the sofa, Blaine pressed play and the movie began. It had only been on for about twenty minutes when Kurt noticed Blaine's eyelids beginning to drop. Quickly he was sound asleep, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaine – like a protective blanket.

Nobody can hurt him now. Kurt hoped.

At around 3am Kurt was suddenly awoken by a damp feeling across his chest and arm. He looked down to see Blaine, wide awake, pupils dilated. He was sweating uncontrollably, just staring straight ahead.

'Blaine, what's wrong?' Kurt whispered.

Blaine did not respond.

'NO.' Blaine screamed and began to bury his head further into Kurt's shirt, gripping him tighter.

Kurt carefully sat up, trying not to disturb Blaine too much; afraid of what he could be capable of.

'Blaine, it's okay, I'm here, calm down.' Kurt soothed, hoping Blaine would calm down. Slightly frightened himself.

Gradually Blaine's sobs resided, he turned his head and looked up at Kurt and his eyes said it all – he's petrified.

'Sshh, it's okay Blaine, I'm not going anywhere.' Kurt gently rubbed Blaine's damp back in an attempt to soothe him.

Suddenly Blaine sits bolt upright, nearly toppling over. Kurt supports his waist and keeps a firm grip.

'I'm sorry.' Blaine whispers faintly. He tries to break out of Kurt's grip and starts to thrash around.

'Blaine, sit down, you can't help it. Do you want to tell me what happened?' Kurt loosens his grip as Blaine gives up the fight and collapses next to him.

'Nightmares… I have nightmares. I can't control my actions, I've woken up with cuts and bruises before that I can't remember doing.' Blaine admits- his voice still barely audible.

But what Blaine says next hits home with Kurt, killing him inside. It makes him realize that Blaine is more broken than he initially thought.

'It hurts Kurt; I can't take it much longer.'