Chapter 6

It's been a week since Kurt last cut. He felt like he was going to jump out of his skin. He needed it  so desperately that it was pathetic. Blaine was so proud of him though. Blaine gushed about how good he was doing and how far he's come but Kurt couldn't take it anymore! He was literally going insane. 

Once he got out of the shower he applied cream on his angry red cuts, he followed Blaine out of the bathroom, and both of them sat on his bed.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, and Kurt realized he was fidgeting hopelessly.

"Nothing." He said, but Blaine gave him a look that made him continue. "Fine. I just...I really want to do it again. I can't help it. I don't...I can't control it."

"I know, sweetie. You can do it. Your doing so good."

I don't think I can. He wanted to say it but couldn't. He didn't want Blaine to worry so he put on a smile. 

"So what do you wanna do?" Blaine asked, checking his watch. "We have two hours until Finn gets home, and we both know he'll be coming straight here."

"Movie marathon!" 

~o0o~

They'd settled on The notebook... It was nearly halfway through, and two of them were cuddling on the bed, Kurt's head on Blaine's chest.

Kurt suddenly moved to get up, but Blaine grabbed his arm, his stare questioning and untrustworthy.

"Nature calls, honey." Kurt lied, and winked as Blaine let him go.

He closed the bathroom door behind him, and leant down to stand on his knees. He let out a breath, and rummaged around under the sink, looking for anything sharp. With his stash in Blaine's possession, he'd have to settle.

Finally, finding an unused disposable razor, he attempted to pry the blades out of it. When that didn't work, he grabbed nail clippers, and used them as leverage to pull the silver blades out.

Finally, one came free. It wasn't as sharp as he would have liked, but he couldn't care less that moment.

He put it to his wrist, and cut.