Chapter 7

Blaine looked at his watch yet again. Kurt had been in the bathroom ten minutes. That wasn't normal for him. And it was too quiet...

"Kurt?" He called out, walking to knock on the door.

"I'm fine!"

"Kurt...you understand why I can't believe that." Blaine told him through the door, and paced anxiously.

"I told you, I'm-" He heard Kurt hiss, and he suddenly knew exactly what was going on.

He tried the doorknob, and upon figuring out that it was unlocked, pushed it open hastily. The sight in front of him was far too much.

Kurt sat on the tile floor, his eyes shamefully looking up at Blaine. His wrist was bloody once again, a smaller slice of metal in his hand. Blaine saw that he had pried it out of a disposable razor.

"I...Kurt...come on...why?"

"I can't stop...I'm sorry Blaine...I'm so sorry..." He trailed off, tearing up.

"Babe, obviously I'm not watching you well enough...Maybe...maybe it's time we tell your dad."

"NO. He cannot know about this! EVER. Neither can Carole. You understand me Blaine?" Kurt shouted, his face angry.

"Then you need to promise me that you won't do this again! Kurt...you have to stop. You need to find another way to deal with your feelings." He told Kurt, kneeling down to put his hands on the blade, gently taking it from the other boy. "Look...you promise me you'll stop this, and I promise you I'll stop fighting. I swear."

"Pinky promise?" Kurt asked sheepishly.

"All the pinky promises in the world. But you have to stop. You could kill yourself, Kurt." Blaine said, and Kurt rolled his eyes, dabbing at his cuts with tissue paper that the other boy had handed him.

"I never go that deep." Kurt muttered. "I'm not stupid."

"You don't have to be stupid to make a mistake, babe. It just takes one time. I couldn't survive without you." Blaine said, choking up at the thought of such a tragedy.

"Fine."

"Fine what?"

"Fine, I'll stop. Well, I'll try. I don't know if I can stop though Blaine..." 

"You absolutely can Kurt. I know you can. You are so, so strong. You can do anything." Blaine said, holding Kurt's hand, and pressing a kiss to his lips tenderly. "You will and I will help you." 

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Blaine helped Kurt wash his wrist. Now they were sitting on his bed. Kurt hid his head under a pillow, and Blaine bit his lip, worried for his boyfriend. He hasn't been very vocal all day and it was starting to worry. "Babe?"

"God, I can't even believe how I got into this mess." Kurt groaned, keeping the pillow firmly over his face. "You were so proud of me and I just let you down. I'm so stupid."

"Do you know why you're so angry?" Blaine asked, lying down to gently take the pillow off Kurt's face.

Kurt turned over, his legs entangling with Blaine's, and his eyes became red. "No."

"Honey you can't blame yourself for all this. Not everything is your fault, you know." Blaine said, knowing what Kurt was thinking.

"But...but it is, Blaine! I made the choice to start this. I should have been able to stop...I know people who did...I'm too weak to quit it." Kurt whispered, a tear staining his porcelain cheek.

"Kurt-"

"And, and my life isn't even that bad, I'm just too stupid to handle it,"

"Honey-"

"It could have been so much worse. Connor only hit me. How pathetic is that?"

"Kurt Hummel!" Blaine said, finally getting Kurt to break from his trance.

"What?"

"First of all, you are not weak. When I first met you...when I first found out what you'd been through, I thought you were the strongest person on Earth. I still do to this day. You were bullied every day, and you pushed right through it!" Blaine said, running a thumb over Kurt's face, wiping away a tear.

"Secondly, you may have a better life than some, but it sure as hell isn't lollipops and candy canes. You were abused. That's a big deal. It's gonna take some time to recover from that. We WILL get through this. Together.  you're never alone. Ever." He said, kissing Kurt on the forehead. "Kurt you are...amazing. You're the most complex, charismatic...enigmatic person I have ever, ever met. You never cease to amaze me with your bravery, kindness, and adorable quirks. Never again sink so low as to think that you're anything less than perfect." Blaine finished, a smile playing at his lips.

Kurt's eyes were threatening to overflow again.

"There's no such thing as perfect." Kurt mumbled, a last defense against the kind words.

"You trying to tell me you're not here? Because I'm not on crack, so I'm pretty sure you and your amazingness are present." Blaine said.

With that, he visibly saw Kurt lose his resolve, and the other boy kissed him with incredible passion. Blaine's head spun, but he continued to kiss the boy until his lungs hurt and his eyelids fluttered. Finally the two broke apart, only due to need for oxygen, and smiled as they breathed heavily.

Blaine touched his nose to Kurt's.

"Perfect." He whispered.