As the cool blade touched his pale, soft wrist, he bit his lip. The pain was magnificent... It helped him realise that he COULD control his own body. That the people around him couldn't own him completly. This pain he was inflicting on himself, was his escape from the feeling of suffication that he recieved everyday in Lima Ohio. And that pain felt good.

That was Kurts first time... Although it had been little more than two months since he had started, his hip was now a blanket of creases. Marked into him from the same cool blade he had used on his first cut. Still, the pain was amazing but it felt more life a need to cut. Not just a way of proving his freedom. Admittingly though, Life had improved since the beginning of his journey of cuts. Now, he and Blaine were a couple, not just the oblivious best friends, and had been happily dating for about a month. Karofsky, Alzimio and all of the other known bullies, had obviously had to rain on his parade and bring him down... Not as down as he had originally been, but still pretty far south.  Putting down the blade, Kurt finished his daily scheduale. Every night he would: Moisturise, pick out an outfit, get changed into his night clothes, brush his teeth, cut. It's the way things went in his house. Another reason why Kurt is now rather reluctant to going to sleepovers. Cutting, though, wouldn't hold him back from having Blaine over. Oh no! Blaine was just too good to put anything before him.

"Knock Knock!" Kurt heard from behind the bathroom door. "Shit..." He mumbled angrily, throwing the blade behind the mirror and rolling down his shirt. "What was that?" Blaine asked, curious as ever. "Nothing, baby! I'm coming now, don't worry." Kurt threw on his biggest smile and opened the door, ready for the embrace that was sure to come. As predicted, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt. "Honey, I missed you... You took so long!!" After stating that, he tightened his grip. Letting out a small wince Kurt pulled back, still smiling. "Baby, you where hurting me... I apologise but skin as perfect as this takes hell loads of caring for!" He replide, glaring as Blaine began to chuckle. "Well, I am sorry for loving you and wanting to spend time with you! Now come on... I have The Lion King on in your room..." Grabbing his hand, Blaine pulled Kurt onto the bed.

Once the credits where rolling,  Blaine desided to sneak a peek at his boy. Fast a sleep. He removed his arm from around Kurts waist and placed his hand over his mouth to yawn. It was then that Blaine caught the smell of something metallic. Furrowing his perfectly triangular eyebrows, he pulled his hand away to examine at it. Nothing on his hand was metal...No ring...No jewlerry...Nothing except for the patches of blood on his finertips. Wait what? Blaine looked at his fingers closely, confirming that their was in fact a patch of slightly faded blood on his three middle fingers. But where from? He had no cuts. That was when he noticed a blotch of red on Kurts silky shirt. It was by the bottom, close enough for Blaine to lift up and not awaken Kurt... 

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw next.... First it was just a big red circular shape over Kurts hip. But after Blaine ran his finger softly over it, wiping away some of the blood, he noticed the lines... The cuts... The secret.. Kurt bolted awake, knocking his shirt back down. Wide eyed, he noticed Blaines hand and his mouth, the perfect 'o'. "Kurt..." He began, "No! Blaine! Get out!!" Kurt screamed at him, flattening down his already too revealing shirt. Eyes now full of tears, he ran to the bathroom. Sobs could be heard and Blaines heart broke. "Kurt...Come out...Talk to me..." The sobs only grew in volume, as Kurt sat, back to the door, and cried.