Chapter 5

Last night was terrible...Blaine had to call the cops. Kurt was crying and hugging Blaine while he watched Connor get into the back of the cop car. He was so thankful that he was free. He wasn't Connor's punching bag anymore. He could do or be whatever the hell he wanted to. 

Blaine hated Connor. That sicko. How could anyone hit Kurt? He was perfect. It didn't matter now because Kurt needed help. Although they solved that problem, there was still another one up his sleeve. Literally. The cutting was bad. When Kurt fell asleep he look at all the cuts running up his arm. There had to be at least 50? Gosh.

Blaine stayed up trying to comfort Kurt and making sure he felt safe. Kurt was staying at Blaine's house for awhile. He was too scared to go back to his house although he knew Connor wouldn't be there. He couldn't sleep in his old bed knowing that Connor did. 

When Blaine woke up at 7:00 to an empty bed, it didn't take him long to find his boyfriend. He slowly got up and hesitantly crept to the room across the hall, finding Kurt once again cutting himself. 

"Kurt...you...Kurt, no." Blaine uttered, falling to his knees. His eyes welled up, pain distorting his face.

"I h-have to." He said again.

Blaine reached out to take the razor, and Kurt backed himself against the wall, putting his hand as far away as he could.

"Honey, you need to give it to me. I'm sorry, but you need to." Blaine said, sniffing.

"No...No I need it!"

"Please babe. Don't make me take it."

"I...no...leave me alone...I..." Kurt was losing his mind, his thoughts swirling within him, threatening to burst.

"Kurt...oh Kurt..." Blaine whispered, reaching out to take the sharp object.

Kurt lunged away from the other boy. He tried to get up, but his blood streaked hand slipped on the smooth tile.

Blaine closed in, enclosing his arms around him. Kurt struggled, writhing and crying.

"Blaine! No! I need it! Please!" He sobbed, but the other boy got his hand on the razor and pulled, hissing as it sunk into his fingers in the process.

When the cold metal was gone from his fingers, Kurt gave up. His muscles went slack, and he let Blaine hold him, stroking his shoulder.

"It's okay baby. It's okay." Blaine whispered, the two of them lying on the floor. Blood was smeared on the tile, their clothes and hands. Tears were beginning to wash it away, but more was trickling out.

"I'm..I'm so sorry..." Kurt said, a strangled whisper.

"No. No, don't you apologize. I know what it's like to lose control. I try to destroy other people, while you...you've been destroying yourself. So don't apologize. That's just like you...ever the selfless sweetheart. I'm going to help you. You'll be okay. It'll be fine." Blaine comforted, and Kurt felt himself begin to calm.

As his sobs slowly stopped, and he ran out of his tears, feeling came back. His wrists stung and bit at him, and his leg pulsed from where he had landed awkwardly.

But not just that. He began to rationalize again. Maybe more so than he'd done in a long time.

"I...I never realized how bad I was." Kurt admitted, turning to look at Blaine.

Their foreheads touched, and they kept eye contact while Blaine took off his bowtie and tied it around Kurt's worse cut wrist, earning a hiss from him.

"What'you mean?"

"I...well..." He sighed. Blaine kissed him reassuringly, and he managed to continue. "Whenever something bad happened...it was just...cut. You know? It...started when he first hit me...and then it was just got out of control. And now I can't stop."

"Babe...I promise you, we are going to help you. No matter what, we're getting through this, you hear me? It's not just you anymore. I'm here, And You're gonna get better. You can be happy again. That's a promise." Blaine Anderson explained, helping Kurt to sit up against the wall.

"You...do you promise?"

"I swear on every bowtie, sappy love song, and ounce of undying, pining love I have for you. It's gonna be okay."

Kurt couldn't take it. He just let himself cry again, this time on Blaine's shoulder.