Fuckk. Yeah? You too. So I know it's been like forever since I last posted but I kinda, maybe, possible (definitely) got tired of this story. But I didn't want to be a bitch and just leave it where it was and there is soo much I wanted to do with the story I just don't have time. Also this is in some weird third person POV instead of the original way I wrote the other chapters. Well anyway I just want you all to know I will end the story I won't just leave it alone. Enjoy!

Kurt laid on the couch and cried. He just cried and cried; griping the blade in his hand. He hadn't gotten any sleep that night and bringing his head from his pillow to glance at the clock he noticed it was four in the morning. He was exhausted and he just wanted to stop thinking about the night before.

After storming out of their room he had headed for the door to leave but Blaine had followed him out making it his mission to stop him.

"What is your problem?!"he had screamed.

"How is what I said fuck'd up?"he had continued, slurring his words."I just wanna be with you, is that such a b..b- bad thing?! Really it should be taken as a complement!"

The conversation had gone on for about a half an hour of Blaine yelling things, things Kurt never would have imagined Blaine saying and Kurt staying absolutely silent Looking into those hazel eyes that use to hold so much love, and now were only filled with...hate, fury, anger. He barely heard any of what Blaine said but just as he was snapping out of his dazie he heard it. A soft, almost breathless whisper.

"Useless.."Blaine had murmured, before walking to the bed room. Kurt head had snapped up at the second, his heart stop. The man who owned his heart thought he was useless. Kurt's legs gave out and he lowered him self to the floor, his back propped up against the door. He was so stupid.Blaine, the one person he thought wouldn't hurt him, had given him the most pain. Kurt knew deep down that Blaine was drunk and probably wouldn't remember anything in the morning. He would be the same cheerful adorable boyfriend and lover to Kurt. Always showering him with compliments and reminding him that he was the most special person but that was when he wasn't drunk. Then all when to shit.

He got up and headed back to their bedroom. Blaine was already passed out on the bed and Kurt made sure he was on his side and a glass of water was on the night stand right next to two ibuprofen. He then went to the bathroom and found his razor, broke it so he could easily remove the blade, grabbed a pillow and blanket and went to the couch.

And that brings him to where he is now, on the couch exhausted from no sleep, arm sting with deep right lines and a couple carved hearts, and his mind completely lost. He couldn't hate Blaine, he was right in the end. Kurt was inevitable useless, he never did anything right. Being gay, flaunting him self untill his bully kissed him, letting his weight slip and get out of control, but he still couldn't understand what he did wrong to Blaine. He thought he had been a great boyfriend with recently keeping his weight under average, never flirting with other guys, and always reminding Blaine how perfect he was. But it wasn't enough.

He pulled himself off the couch, already knowing he wasn't going to be getting anymore sleep, turned on the TV as background noise and started to think about what he would say when Blaine woke up.

Blaine eyes slowly got use to the sunlight streaming through the curtains, he brought his eyes up to rub them open. Looking over to the other side of the bed he was sadly disappointed to not find his beautiful boyfriend laying there asleep. He did however see the ibuprofen set on the night table reminding him how much his head was actually hurting. He popped the two pills into his mouth downing them with the glass of water. Slowly standing up he started to head to the living room. When he entered he was surprised to see Kurt up and running around a kitchen wearing loose-fitting sweats and an even looser fitting long sleeve t-shirt. There was a mess everywhere, and powder that covered the Kurt forehead right near his hair.

"Good morning Honey!" He greeted Blaine kissing my check and sending him a smile before going back to the food, something about it was off.

"...Good morning?" Blaine responded curiously. "You made all of this?" he spoke again, pointing all the food in front of him.

"Yes, I figured you'd be hungry so..."His sentence trailed off.

"Yeah, how did last night go? I kinda spaced after my fifth drink." Blaine was wondering what exactly he did to make Kurt act so weird. God he hoped he hadn't flirted with someone else or something, only know how insecure Kurt had been lately.

"Umm.. We went home and..," Kurt was being carefull about the words he chose, " You were really tired and just crashed.

Blaine knew with was a total lie but he chose not to question it this second, he wasn't feeling that good from his hangover and didn't want to know really how much of an asshole he was last night. Just as he was about to sit down and ask what there Saturday plans were he saw the bright pink skin that peeked out of Kurt's long sleeve that could only mean one thing.

Ooh cliff hanger, I know I'm a bitch for not updating forever and then giving you this...Anyway what do you think? Bored? Happy? Review tell me if you love or hate. As always I hope you enjoyed. Love you all!

-Grace